#gerard. 002

[thebl2ckparade]

My Chemical Romance

001. Gerard Way pictures

002. Sheriff Gerard

003. Gerard Way / Barbie meme

004. MCR When We Were Young

005. Blonde Gerard Way

006. Gerard Way new story launch

007. Danger Days newspaper

008. MCR at Shaky Knee Music Festival

009. Frank Iero’s Instagram pictures of MCR

010. MCR performing at Randall’s Island (2005)

011. MCR performing at the Knitting Factory (2006)

012. Mikey Way and Ray Toro picture

013. MCR photshoot (2003)

014. MCR single “Helena” 20 year anniversary post

015. MCR at the Kerrang Awards (2005)

016. MCR at a Japanese newspaper called “INROCK” (2006)

017. New Gerard Way sighting

018. Fun facts about Gerard Way

019. New Gerard Way sighting

020. Frank Iero in his Instagram story

021. TCFSR deluxe - album announcement

022. TCFSR deluxe - album new vinyls

023. MCR performing at the Night & Day café (2004)

024. Frank Iero in Chicago

025. New Gerard Way sighting

026. Frank Iero in San Francisco

027. Frank and Mikey

028. TCFSR deluxe out now

029. New Gerard Way sighting

030. “30 Days. You ready?”

031. Mikey and Frank at the dodgers stadium

More posts are coming🖤

[hybridsacrificed]

tag drop yo.

[anystalker707]

Nature's stress balls

Pairing: Gerard x [afab] Reader Word count: ~ 3 500 Genre: Smut Summary: Gerard has a fixation for (y/n)'s tits... but not just them. Kind of content: Harsh / Oral fixation / Breasts fixation / Lactation kink

Requested by anon [(...) Because, I previously read your story where Gerard has a thigh kink and I loved it. I was thinking what if it was similar, but instead of thighs, it was boobs? (...)]

A/N: not proofread

People come and go in a rush to prepare everything for the concert, making it difficult to reach the vending machine by the end of the hallway, but I finally get to it. Water, 001; Pepsi, 002; Sprite...

“Excuse me,” a person says as they approach me, and if I’m not wrong, it’s the girl the band got to take care of the merch stand for today, “can you help me with the pricing of these ones, please? The paper wasn’t very clear about it.” She furrows her eyebrows as she looks between the two hoodies she has in hands, pretty much with the same style though one of them is open while the other isn’t.

I shake my head with a sigh as I press the buttons for a bottle of Sprite, Skittles, M&M’s and a pack of pretzel sticks and stick my hand in my pocket for the money. “Look, I have no idea, you’ll have to either find one of them or Brian, maybe Matt knows.” I stretch the bill before slipping it in the receiver.

“Aren’t you from the band’s staff, though?” She tilts her head a little, sighing heavily.

“Not really.” I shrug, watching the springs slowly roll, eventually letting the bottle then the pretzels and the candies hit the box. “I’m just with them, tagging along.”

A sharp hum comes in response as she eyes me up and down before rushing away again, in a way that only has a small smile tugging on my lips while I bend down to get my things and go off to the dressing room again.

It almost feels like it’s louder in the dressing room than in the outside, even if there are just around eight people here aside from me, those being the guys and the people to fix their makeup and outfits. Ray and Mikey are more acceptant of it, almost seeming bored while they fix them up—Mikey even has that game of his in hand and Ray tries to talk with the person helping him out—, but Gerard is coming up with something every five seconds, like usual, and I pity whoever is trying to get Frank to sit still this time.

“I’m back and I’m keeping the change as promised!” I say loud enough for everyone to hear, closing the door behind me, and go off dropping the pretzels for Mikey, M&M’s for Frank, Skittles for Ray, and Sprite for Gerard, lastly.

“You don’t get it,” Gerard sighs as he pulls away from the person, “I want it to look, like, dark red. Threatening. Not... I’ve-been-crying-for-hours.” He glares, eyebrows knitted together, and the makeup artist sighs, dipping the brush in more red eyeshadow, much to Gerard’s pleasure. “Also, thank you, (y/n),” he says despite closing his eyes for the person to apply the eyeshadow, and hum with a nod in response, leaning back against the table.

Gerard lets out a long exhale as soon as his makeup is done, nodding in approval, but not without first looking at himself in the mirror with an extreme critical look that probably only increases the artist’s annoyance. They don’t react much, though, only nodding while gathering their things to leave. Meanwhile, Gerard opens his Sprite and takes a few sips of it.

“The merch girl probably also thinks I’m useless,” I chuckle, watching a smile of entertainment tug on his lips.

“Let them think.” He puts the bottle away on the table again, chuckling as he pulls me closer and lets his head rest against my upper stomach for a moment just to pull away with a sigh and stand up. “C’mon.”

The constant need to look around and check if someone will see us walking into the restroom or a random room together turned into nothing through the time, hence we don’t even bother looking around before sneaking into the last, empty dressing room down the hallway. Gerard locks the door behind himself after pulling me into the room, and turns on the lights, not even wasting time to corner me against the closest table, humming as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“I’ve been fucking craving you.” Gerard inhales deeply, leaving soft kisses along the skin until his lips meet mine in a firm and deep kiss. He hums softly against my lips and lets his hands close tightly around my waist, pulling me closer to him to soon have his hands slipping under my shirt. “People only think you’re useless because they don’t know how there wouldn’t be any concert if I didn’t have you with me,” he breathes, pulling away so he can help me get rid of my shirt.

My cheeks burn a little not just with Gerard’s words, but also with how hungrily his eyes flicker over me, taking in every detail. His fingers hook around the straps of my bra, slowly pulling them down, and I help him with it, letting it fall enough to expose my breasts.

A soft sound comes from Gerard before his lips are pressed to mine again. This time, his hands start from lingering over my hips, slowly going up my torso until they’re cupping my breasts to softly fondle them, enough to send small sparkles of pleasure running down my spine before he’s holding me firmly in place by my hips, but it doesn’t even compare to how it feels when his lips start trailing down my neck this time, lingering around my collarbones then trailing down my chest until his lips finally latch around my nipple.

Gerard’s tongue is warm and wet around it, the rough surface pressing flat against it a couple of times, already making my breath hitch in my throat, though a proper moan only escapes my lips when his teeth graze the skin and he starts sucking on it properly. It is messy as always, of course, his tongue running over the skin around while he continues sucking, slowly making that weak tickling feeling more intense until he finally lets out a moan against me.

“Gee,” I breathe, letting my fingers tangle with his dark strands of hair, tugging on it a little just as he likes, proudly snatching another moan from him at the same time I can feel the arousal slowly pool down in my lower stomach.

“You’re so hot,” Gerard breathes, letting his lips linger against my chest on his way to my other nipple, where he repeats the process. A quiet curse escapes my lips as I look down, observing the wet ring that circles my nipple as the couple of drops of the white liquid still come from it, and then there’s more milk dripping from the corner of Gerard’s mouth. He moans against the skin, making me hum softly at the nice feeling, barely able to tug onto his strands anymore, even more with how he presses closer and buries his nose into the skin, sucking harder—

“Gerard,” I gasp with a groan, actually tugging onto his hair, which at least has Gerard releasing some of the pressure on my nipple, slowly letting it get lighter and lighter until he’s just licking the last stray droplets, finally pulling away with a couple of kisses.

“So fucking good,” Gerard sighs and presses his lips to mine, letting his tongue slip into my mouth and press down against mine, giving me some of the taste of the milk. Holy fuck. His hands finally release my hips, having been holding onto them for so long and so strongly that my skin actually misses the touch.

.

A sigh escapes my lips as I look around, sometimes taking a glance at my phone, while I wait for Gerard to leave backstage for us to go back to the hotel, and I’m about to text him about going ahead when I spot him approaching, in a fast pace, his bag thrown over his shoulder.

“Took you long enough,” I tease as he hooks his arms with mine, tugging me along with him.

Gerard scoffs and raises an eyebrow at me, letting a playful smirk tug on his lips. “Yeah, keep talking like that and you’ll see what you’ll get.”

“You’re so bad!” I roll my eyes, chuckling at the glare he shoots at me.

“You’ll see how bad it can get...” A small smile tugs on his lips, and I don’t know whether I should feel excited or not, but anticipation still buzzes under my skin as he starts taking faster strides.

The hotel isn’t bad, it’s almost perfect compared to the ones we used to stay at during the Bullets tours—with locks and bathrooms that actually work, and soft mattresses. Relief takes over me as I throw myself on the bed after having taken my shoes off by the door. Gerard smiles at me, also getting rid of his shoes then proceeding to let our bag down next to the bed, where he takes a seat, near the edge.

“So,” Gerard sighs as he shrugs his jacket off then runs a hand through his hair, pulling his strands away from his face, “I don’t think I got enough of you earlier...” His fingers play lightly with the hem of my shirt and lift it a little, enough to expose a small slice of skin which his fingers play on, tracing soft patterns.

“Oh, you never do.” I grin, containing myself from demonstrating how much I appreciate the light touches that extend themselves to my other hip. “The proof of it is how you can’t even be away from me for too long. You’d be nothing without me.” I blink, observing him for a long moment. Knowing I have certain power over Gerard always stirs something in my stomach, even if I can’t bring myself into exerting it—the want of Gerard over me already is often stronger than the will to play with him, even if it’s fun to watch him crumble under the need. Gerard knows that, above all.

Gerard’s lips slowly stretch into a grin at the same time his eyes grow darker, pupils dilating almost instantly. “You need all of it as much as I do. Now, let’s not discuss such an irrelevant detail, shall we?” He leans in and locks his lips with mine before I can even think of a response, just allowing me to sigh and hum against his lips, resting a hand on his shoulder. A soft nudge on my legs is enough for me to spread them, allowing Gerard to take place between them and press himself against me; his kiss grows deeper and more urgent, with his hands around my hips to pin me to the mattress, most likely leaving behind the marks that he enjoys so much.

I gasp for air once Gerard finally breaks the kiss, instead letting his lips trail down my neck in needy kisses, leaving behind tingly hot spots that will probably turn purple later, but for now all I can focus on is holding onto his hair while moaning softly.

Clothing by clothing hits the floor with a soft muffled sound, removed quickly and swiftly, leaving us bare against each other as Gerard continues to let his hands wander over my torso. He isn’t as fast as he was when pulling me into that dressing room. This time his mouth works between my breasts once his hands fall to my thighs, pressing down onto the skin and squeezing it, and his fingers trail down my inner thighs, and he’s going to touch me... just that he doesn’t.

A groan escapes my lips in a frustration that seems to do nothing but amuse Gerard, who grins against my skin before he lets his lips linger over my breasts instead, trailing along one of them and eventually letting his tongue press against my nipple. The feeling is enough to snatch a gasp from me at the same time I arch my back, loving and hating how sensitive it feels already, even more when his teeth sink into the skin.

“Fuck— Gerard!” I gasp, tugging on his hair harshly, enough to make him let out a loud moan, soon cursing under his breath.

“‘Bet you’ve been wet and needy since I pulled you to the dressing room earlier today, hm?” He bites on his lip for a moment while looking at me and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips. “Thinking about what I would do to you today, since I treat you so well every hotel night, isn’t it?”

A hum comes from me as I don’t want to leave him without an answer, but just the thought of admitting it verbally already has my cheeks burning whilst my eyes drift down, away from his. 

Pride reflects in Gerard’s expression purely, having him chuckle then lean down again, burying his face between my breasts and inhaling deeply. His hands find their way to my breasts, pressing them together around his face at the same time he fondles them lightly, letting his fingers sink into the skin without really bothering to be careful. “I’m so fucking lucky to have you,” he groans, mouthing at the skin until his lips latch once again around one of my nipples, and all the stimulation has the milk flowing easier than earlier, making Gerard and I moan at the same time.

If Gerard told me he hasn’t drunk a drop of water in months, I would believe him given all the eagerness he drinks the milk with, sucking and almost nibbling on my nipple at times, and— Fuck, my back arches, and I just can’t keep myself from closing my hands around his hair whereas pulling him closer and pushing myself against him because I fucking need more and more of him no matter if his touch sometimes feels like hot white fire. When Gerard finally pulls away, the cold air that replaces his mouth is terribly agonizing, hence a few pathetic whimpers escape my throat, fucking pathetically. My fingers are almost numb already as I loosen my grip a little.

Gerard’s amusement only grows, though, almost as if he isn’t used to it. He runs his tongue over his lips and kisses me again, humming into it, making no effort to make the kiss messy—on the contrary, he adds tongue and nibbles my lips whenever he can. He’ll be the death of me.

“Do you need me to stretch you?” His nose brushes against mine softly as he observes me through half-lidded eyes. I would tease him about being so needy, so intoxicated by it if I were able to string so many words together at once.

“No,” I mumble after a long moment.

With a hum, Gerard nods and pecks my lips before he pulls back, hooking his hands under my knees to bring my legs up a little, just enough for him to shift, his cock pressing between my folds and sending pleasure ringing up my spine, but it’s still not enough.

“C’mon, more!” I wrap my arms around Gerard’s neck, bringing him closer; all he does is to chuckle.

“Shh, patience, baby.” Gerard nuzzles me, this time giving me no opportunity to complain, rolling his hips against mine and turning the complaints that once threatened to escape my throat into moans that only grow more constant as he keeps moving his hips. The way he moans next to my ear, deep and throaty, only makes it all so much more difficult, fuck. Gerard finally stops after what feels like forever, and the next thing I can feel after his hand leaves my leg is a pressure against my entrance—finally.

The soft burning of stretching around Gerard only adds up to the pleasure of having him finally slipping inside me, to a point the moans are caught in my throat until I finally get used to it, moaning at how Gerard reaches all the right spots. Gerard’s first few thrusts are awkward and experimental, searching for the right stroke, then he finally sets a proper rhythm, not too slow nor too fast.

Gerard presses a few kisses to my neck, nuzzling and humming against the already abused skin, though it’s probably more of a distraction to his lips as he continues to fuck me so good.

“God,” Gerard groans as he pauses to bring himself up, adjusting his position to bring my legs more upon myself and around him in a way he frees his hands, and it doesn’t even take much to know what he’s going to do with them. My breasts are damn sore by now, from all the groping, fondling and sucking, but his touches still feel like heaven when he squeezes and plays with them, this time having nothing—or no one—to catch the milk, slowly soaking the mattress around me, but I still find no strength to complain, not while he continues to move his hips against mine and play with me.

My pants and moans make Gerard’s name nearly unrecognizable when it spills from my lips, but it’s still there, still a soft cry for him as I let my hands find his and close around his wrists, my fingers sinking into his skin in an attempt to help myself not squirm so much from the overstimulation around my breasts. Fuck.

Gerard only doesn’t mind about how I grip onto him until my nails scratch along his wrists, making him hiss at first, but soon come to a pause. “(Y/n)!” He clicks his tongue, glaring at me from behind his messy strands, and takes a hold of my wrists instead, holding both over my head with a single hand given how the other continues on my breast. A cry comes from me as I try to free my hands, only to receive a look from Gerard that has a shiver running down my spine at the same time the arousal pools down faster at my stomach, and my momentary silence lasts until his lips latch with my nipple again.

“Gerard,” I gasp, curling my fingers around nothing, and fuck, it feels so good. His thrusts grow faster, somehow reaching deeper, sending this nice feeling sparkling up my spine in a steadier rhythm that feels so damn good.

Gerard hums around me, his tongue soothing over my nipple between his sucking at it, still letting some of the milk trail down my side and— fuck, the staff will kill us. All the stimulation, every single feeling at once seems to melt me from the inside, to a point I’m just at Gerard’s mercy, giving up to the feeling; it’s too intense and fast, but still far from bad.

“I— Fuck, Gee, ‘m close,” I gasp, feeling this distance feeling in my lower stomach that feels impossible to be reached my myself. “Please, touch me, Gerard, touch me,” I mumble with the hope he understands anything beyond messy moans and gasps.

“Just a moment.” Gerard groans, panting as he presses his forehead to my chest, and a louder moan escapes his lips with how his hips snap forward harsher a couple of times, sinking in deep and snatching a string of moans from my lips that only extends itself further once Gerard’s thumb comes in contact with my clit. His finger presses down against it, circling it and stroking it just the right way. “C’mon,” Gerard mumbles against my collarbones, eventually pressing his face to my neck, “come for me, (y/n),” he moans with a soft gasp, already letting his hips stutter.

It doesn’t take much longer before the tight knot in my lower stomach unravels itself, sending this familiar tingling up my thighs and leaving behind this throbbing feeling between my legs, everything so fast and in that way that always has my mind stopping for seconds. Gerard’s hips roll against mine a couple of times more before he pulls away and I can feel his come on the inside of my thigh, hot and sticky.

Only Gerard’s pants along with mine cut through the thick silence of the room, our chests heaving up and down as we slowly catch our breaths. Gerard’s grip around my wrists becomes loose at the same moment my thighs start to give up around him, our bodies now relaxing from all the tension they have been put through and seeking for comfort.

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tagging list: @lubbockshusband | @trans-ylvania | @newgirlinhell

[cinematicnomad]

2, 14, 17, 20, 29, 34?

002. what character(s) do you find the most difficult to write for? why? i have Problems writing characters who canon treats as Always Right and Morally Superior to others. so characters like, steve rogers, scott mccall, etc who only ever deal with external conflict in canon and never really have internal conflict just are not interesting to me (this is a sweeping exaggeration, they obviously have SOME internal conflict but like. their Most Important cannonical conflict is almost always external like teen wolf does not spend any time on scott being like “oh no, i forced derek to bite gerard without his consent bc it was the only way to fix things, what does that mean” canon has scott be like “yeah i did it and it was Right and canon Rewards me for this action”). like i can handle them as side characters but they’re never the character i want to get deep in the thick of it with 

014. how do you feel about your older work?  lol it depends. some of it i’m very amused by—a lot of my early hp fanfic was VERY trope-y with the american exchange student and the prophecies etc etc so i mostly just laugh at them. some i read and i’m like, ‘oh damn that’s not bad!!’ and then there’s like ... all the tumblr drabbles i cross-posted on ao3 and now i’m like. i HATE having such short fics on my ao3 i want to delete them but i also don’t want to and it is ANNOYING to me. i just wish i’d never posted them up there 🙃

017. what fanfic tropes do you gravitate to writing for?  already answered <3 

020. what feedback makes you the happiest to hear? oh man. OH MAN. i mean, any feedback is great to hear?? i especially love when people give me like. specific scenes or lines that they liked and how it made them react (like wow please quote me back my own writing and tell me how it affected you i am obsessed). but i LOVE hearing from people who tell me about how they binge read a fic of mine, or like, stayed up crazy late or hid in the bathroom at work to read it, bc i have done that and i love knowing that my fic fills that need for someone else 

029. what part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc)  this is a cop out but FINISHING that first draft. like, i think especially bc i’m the type of person who can fall into terrible habits of procrastination, but that moment when i actually reach the end of my first draft and then i’m like. wow i kNOW this is gonna get completed now bc i can do the editing, i can ask my beta (you!!) to pass over it, i can make changes, but like! the bulk of the work is done and it feels so good. (also when i actually get iNTO it i do love the actual act of writing). 

034. have you felt emotional while writing a scene before? what scene was it? man, the entirety of be careful (my darling) was GENUINELY stressful for me to write. i have never been in a car accident or anything remotely as traumatic as what eddie and buck go through in this fic but like, my heart was racing and i was near tears and i was all choked up and it was just totally nerve wracking to write. 

fanfic writer asks

[desjardins]

O festival parecia estar correndo bem. Gerard fazia questão de conversas com todos, gostassem eles ou não. Além de fazer propaganda do negócio, queria manter sua boa reputação. A expressão carrancuda de @fastfairy​ fazendo com que fosse impossível dele não se aproximar. “Essa tortinha ai está muito azeda...”, apontou para o doce na mão dela. “... Ou é só sua super vontade de estar aqui que te deixam com essa expressão no rosto?”

closed starter 002.

[theheartbreakacademy]

The Heartbreak Academy: Rules

001. First and foremost, I'd like to say that this blog is open to anyone that is interested in role-playing with me. I can work with multiverse muses or muses among the Umbrella Academy universe ( keep in mind, however that I'm still rewatching the show so be patient with me.) just give me a starter, a character and we can work things out! 

002. Don't be disrespectful please. I created this blog for the enjoyment of others - as well as myself - and will not tolerate any hate. If you can't respect that, then please DNI with this account. 

003. Nothing NSFW. Even if we're roleplaying with each other, please know that I'm a minor and don't feel comfortable rping anything sexual or posting sexual starts on my account. The most I'll do is making out but that's it. If you attempt to force me/guilt trip/or ignore this rule, you'll be blocked and reported for doing so. 

004. While yes, the Valentines ( in some verses ) are in relationships with a specific Hargreeves, I'm not against shipping them other characters! As long as my characters form a chemistry, then I'd be up for it! 

005. While others can follow my content, this blog is for rp blogs only. That means that only rp blogs may follow, send asks/memes, & interact with my blog in any way. If you cannot respect that, then you're not allowed to message me or follow my blog.

006. Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Emmy Raver-Lampman, The Umbrella Academy, Netflix, Gerard Way, Steve Blackman or any of the team who created the show or comics. This is just a roleplay blog.

[sparkwhorunswithwolves]

002 Chris Argent

How I feel about this character:

Dad.

I love him, but doing this made me realize that I only really care about him in relation to other people.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Peter and/or Victoria, Claudia, Noah, Melissa

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Derek, Melissa

My unpopular opinion about this character:

*lives in a bubble and has no idea what constitutes unpopular*

As much as I love good dad!Chris, how he handled Allison and the supernatural was questionable at best

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Part of me wishes we had gotten bb!petopher, most of me wouldn't want canon to touch that with a 10 foot pole

We should have gotten something of that s2-3b summer, I wish we had gotten to actually see Chris not having to fight the pack/Jackson/Gerard and keep Allison safe, and actually deal with Victoria killing herself. I wish we had gotten more of him actually training Allison. I wish he had gotten more than a 5 seconds close up and a hug after Allison died.

my OTP:

Petopher. Duh.

my cross over ship:

Low key Ellen from spn, but I don’t really have crossover ships for him?

a headcanon fact:

Abusive piece of garbage and sadly still breathing waste of space!Gerard, bb!petopher

[ruined-rp]

EVENT 002 // YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

She has known destruction and chaos, has lived through war and famine, has lived at the mercy of those who inhabit her and still- she has survived… but now, New Orleans is a town on the precipice of shattering. The Nemeton’s power has grown more unstable with each passing day and Davina Claire, the witch who bore the power of her fallen sisters, equally so. Her death was the only way to complete the ritual and appease the Ancestors, the powers that be who rule the land from afar.

Feeling a shift in the city, Marcel Gerard rushed to the church in search of his witch- only to find the attic empty and Davina, missing. He called Derek Hale, recruiting him in his search. Before long, the witch’s body was found, draped and bloodied across the Nemeton. The boys knew why she was there- what she had done… though not how she had gotten there. It requires an elder of extreme power to perform a ritual like that, all of which were long since slaughtered. It was Derek’s suggestion to seek out Jennifer Blake, the only one who could provide them with the answers they needed. Marcel carried her lifeless form to the Druid’s apartment, desperately hoping for any way to bring her back to him…

Bonnie Bennett was working a shift at Ida Mae’s when the change hit. A ripple of power tearing through the city, bringing the Bennett Witch to her knees. Kira Yukimura happened to be in the shop, hanging out with her newest friend when the witch fell. Rushing to her side, she stayed with her until the wave passed. Confused and isolated, the pair knuckle down on what the hell is going on, trying to get some answers out of the resources available in the shop. 

Cora Hale and Braeden Aldaine were having lunch at the time, Cafe Du Monde wasn’t their standard go-to but Braeden loved the architecture and Cora loved the company so it was a win-win situation. Stiles Stilinski happened to be walking past when he spotted the women, plonking unceremoniously into a spare chair at their table when Cora’s phone sounded off, a text message from her brother carrying the news.

Unfailingly buried up to his ears in work, Alaric Saltzman was in the middle of digging to the surface of his desk when Elena Gilbert sought him out, looking for advice on their current state of affairs. What should have been a pleasant exchange was darkened by the buzzing of both their phones. Texts and calls carrying the news. 

Kol Mikaelson was the unwanted visitor that no one seemed to be able to shake, especially not Hayley Labonair. She had found the vampire exploring the Bayou at the time of Davina’s death, though the news had not yet reached her. The alpha wolf hadn’t checked her phone whilst in conversation with the vampire, needing to learn more about the Original, his plans for her beloved town and why he was here. It’s not until the end that she feels the buzz, cutting their union short and leaving her in search of Derek.

A Missive From The Main

You are invited to post starters - located wherever your character may be. All threads must relate back to your prompt above. Characters are welcome to post threads beyond that of their tagged scenario so long as the priority the scene above. The Event will last for a week. Beginning Friday the 4th of October AEST and ending Friday the 11th AEST. All starters and posts around the event are to be tagged with #RuinedStarter, #RuinedEvent & #RuinedLambToTheSlaughter

[academicgangster]

I wanted to ask about Sam Gerard because I know how much you love him, but maybe someone already beat me to it? XD So... how about Tony Stark for the character? Plus one ship of your choice 😁

Nope, no one beat you to Sam! ;) SAM IT SHALL BE.

Sam Gerard

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character:

In simple terms: well, that's hot!

That is also wonderfully snarky and compassionate and dramatic and wears a lot of red and is the heart of my heart and love of my life and my FAVOURITE NERD of all time yes good

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Richard! Always Richard!

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: his kids! by which he means his team of marshals whom he loves deeply

My unpopular opinion about this character:  I think my reading of Sam tends to be just a little softer and less of a hardass than most people's - though since we only ever see him in a solidly professional context, there's a ~decent amount of wiggle room with his characterization when he's off duty. I stick to my guns, though.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: LET 👏 SAM 👏 WEAR 👏 PURPLE 👏 (IN A GOOD SHADE THAT COSMO DIDN'T BUY 👏)

Favorite friendship for this character: Cosmo, despite the purple!

My crossover ship: Don't have one! I think Sam could get along romantically with Dutch from Random Hearts, but it hurts my heart to think of Sam ending up with anyone but Richard as a life partner.

Tony Stark

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: I love him deeply and he deserves better than almost everyone in canon has been treating him since Age of Ultron.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: ooh, I multiship Tony a lot. I love Tony/Pepper (especially with rule 63!Tony), Tony/Natasha, Tony/Pepper/Natasha, Tony/Stephen Strange, and Tony/Thor. I'm also very cool with Tony/Rhodey, Tony/Bruce and Tony/Bruce/Natasha, and I've read Tony/Clint and liked it. There's a lot of shipping potential here!

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Fury

My unpopular opinion about this character: he Deserves Better

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish we could see how much the world appreciates him as a hero, and I wish Tony himself could see that too. I particularly wish for a member of the general public to tell another Avenger that they should appreciate Tony more.

Also I want Tony to meet Hope van Dyne and Carol Danvers and have the best of friendships with them.

Favorite friendship for this character: RHODEY

My crossover ship: @vegetarianvampireduck has got me thinking about Tony/Bruce/Ethan Hunt because all three of them are small floofs who love maths and danger and it is GREAT. ^^'

For the ship, I've talked everyone's ear off and more about Sam/Richard, so let me talk to you about Ethan/Luther:

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them: "WHAT's UP BABY"

I'd had some idle thoughts of shipping them during Fallout, but then I got smacked in the face with their affectionate cuteness in MI: III. Luther goes on, after calling Ethan 'baby' (twice!), to be Very Visibly Jealous of Ethan's canon partner Julia, and it's adorable. (Then he shows up in Ghost Protocol just to drag Ethan for being idealistic and corny, and it's even cuter.)

My thoughts: There's a scene in Fallout where Ethan trusts Luther wholly to hold him when it's needed, and it's literally twenty years of trust and love right there on the screen and I cry. (Also Ethan's very small and very touch-starved and clings and my heart can't take it)

There's also THIS, when Luther's in danger:

What makes me happy about them: they're both quiet, dependable people who just get each other without having to say much, and it's lovely

What makes me sad about them: they are SO TOUCH-STARVED. and also nearly lose each other on a regular basis because spies, but it's better to do that together than alone, you know?

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: man, you know what annoys me? there ISN'T ANY FANFIC ABOUT THEM. i shall remedy this soon.

Things I look for in fanfic: ANY FANFIC AT ALL AT THIS POINT

My wishlist: nothing really, just FANWORKS PLS

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I multiship Ethan a bit, I could see him with Sidorov or Hunley quite easily, and I could see Luther with Benji

My happily ever after for them: they retire together at a ripe old age and settle down in Virginia Beach and Luther gets to spend the rest of his life laughing at Ethan for being terrible at video games

[comicwaren]

From Edge of Spider-Geddon #002

Art by Alberto Alburquerque and Tríona Farrell

Written by Lonnie Nadler, Zac Thompson and Gerard Way

[mc-dude]

home

The sky is overcast, when it finally happens.

He thought it would be clear– the sun would come out, clouds would part, birds start singin’, etc., etc.. Had envisioned that the weight would lift off of his chest and he could finally take a unhindered breath for the first time in seven years, imagined some kinda cosmic entity would descend from the sky and tell him rest now, gabriel. You’ve done enough.

But there’s only a light drizzling of rain and a pile of bird shit precariously close to his coat, the fumes of distant smouldering buildings melting into the skyline. He snorts. Typical. His right heel clunks against the perforated concrete as he swings his leg out and in, out and in.

The world never gave a shit about him or his fucking problems, and it’s not about to start now.

A purple clad thigh settles down a respectful distance away from him.

“Well, that was almost disappointing,” she sighs, haphazardly waving her hand in the air in emphasis, “how easy they fell.”

Gabe huffs, leaning back on his forearms, eyes still trained on the billowing plumes of smoke in the distance. “It’s a lot easier to behead someone once you’ve removed all their limbs.”

“Eugh, asqueroso,” she pinches her nose. “I’m glad I can count on you to provide the vivid imagery as usual, amigo.”

His nose itches. It’s something he’s long ignored, the constant mending of his skin, the way it destroys and rebuilds itself over and over in a disgusting mockery of biology. The constant pain has become something of a reassurance– it means he can still feel something. He leans back on aching wrists, angling for a distraction.

“Did you dump the info online?”

“Por favor, who do you take me for? I did it ages ago. It’s trending on every news site worldwide.” She pulls up a holoscreen, shoving it in front of his nose. “This one is even calling for a post-humerus pardon for one Commander Gabriel Reyes.”

“Hmm. A bit late.”

“The common folk are always such, amigo. Can never see what’s right in front of their noses.” She reaches over to boop his nose. Gabe swats at her hand without any real vigor.

“So,” she starts, hesitating just long enough for Gabe to know whatever she’s about to say he’s not gonna like. “What are you gonna do now?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Die, I guess.”

“Dios mío, you’re always so fucking dramatic.”

Gabe ignores her. He always thought this fight would end with his (second) death, splattered against the floor of some forgotten warehouse, alone and forgotten. Now that it‘s over, he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s going to do.

That’s a lie, an annoying voice whispers into his ear. You know what you want to do. He tells that voice to shut the fuck up and flops back against the rooftop, hand rubbing at his temple.

“Here I thought you would settle into a nice retirement– ” Gabriel catches the incredulous laugh that bubbles out of his throat before it leaves his lips “ –get a nice quiet house in L.A., adopt a dog. Maybe take up cross-stitching.”

“Hilarious.”

“I wasn’t making a joke.” She stands up, stretching her hands above her head. He trains an eye on her as she perches on the edge of the roof, arms outstretched to keep her balance. Adrenaline junky, he grouses to himself. Gonna get her killed.

“You’re right, Gabe,” she says, quietly. Serious, for the first time in a while. It makes him lift his head to give her his full attention. “You’re done. This long war you’ve been raising, it’s over. You deserve a little R&R.” She turns to him, smirk on her face. She taps her lips with a finger as if in deep thought. “Maybe a vacation? Somewhere sunny with a nice view.” She points her finger in the air, eyes going wide with a wicked sort of delight. “I know this great place in Gibraltar–”

Just like that, his amicable mood sours. He throws his arm over his mask with a groan. “Shut the fuck up, Sombra.”

“No, I’m serious. Hear me out– you’ve exposed them!” She pauses, spinning around on the edge and walking back the way she came. “Well.. I did, because I’m awesome and the security on that omnic’s hardware was hilarious bad, but that’s besides the point.” She turns and spreads her arms wide, gesturing to the horizon. “They know now. Everyone knows what really happened, what caused the fall of you’re little club.” She takes a few steps closer to him and kneels down so that they’re on a more even level, her voice growing quiet again. “You don’t have to hide anymore.”

Gabe stares at her. Doesn’t have to hide. What a joke. His nose itches again. He wiggles it in annoyance. Tired red eyes glance back up at the overcast sky. A drop of water lands on the eye hole of his mask, rolls down until it hits his decaying skin and evaporates. A wisp of smoke rolls off the point of impact, fading into the skyline. The exhaustion hits him all at once.

“I’m tired, Somb.”

“I know,” she coos, patting the top of his hood with fondness. “And now you can rest. Reconcile. Relax.”

Gabe glares at her. “You think it’s gonna be that easy? Forgiveness doesn’t just happen overnight.”

“But they must have read the news, must have realised by now what you’ve been doing–”

“Who said I was talking about their forgiveness?”

“Gabriel,” she says softly, tentatively.

He sits back up, wraps his arms around one of his knees to rest his chin on it. The fires are starting to die down, now just a whiff of smoke lazily drifting towards the sky. He can hear sirens in the distance, muffled by the thick fabric of his hood.

“.. you know what Talon did to me. You read the files.”

“I recall skimming the procedures done to one Subject 002 while I was carefully reducing their supplies of relevant pharmaceuticals over time, yes.” She pauses. “.. but you remember, don’t you? Once the sessions stopped, once the drugs were so watered down they had no effect on you anymore.”

��Bits and pieces,” he admits reluctantly. “They’ll come back to me in dreams, sometimes. Never know if they’re fucking real.” He kicks at the wall again. “The anger stays, though. The betrayal. All those years of having them feed that shit directly into my brain. Those aren’t so easy to get rid of.”

“You read the reports yourself, Gabe. What they did to you, what they made you think. What they did to make Jac–”

He glares at her sharply. “Don’t,” he rasps, low and dangerous.

Sombra puts her hands up defensively. “I’m just sayin’. The data doesn’t lie.”

He sighs, the exhausting eating away at his bones like it always does, making him hunch over like the old fucker he is. “I know. But this–” he taps the side of his skull. “This does.” A whiff of smoke rolls off of the impact, sifting into the air like a disease. “Who knows what fucking side effects I have from the shit they did. Some kind of programming to hurt someone after some predetermined conditions are met.” He tries not to think about the way they found Gerard, lying in a pool of his own blood with a single bullet hole lodged neatly between his forehead, a peaceful smile on his face. Of course, of all the fucking memories he got back, that is the one he can remember with perfect clarity. “Maybe by killing them all I just triggered something,” he says darkly, cautiously, “and one day you’ll wake up to see me hovering over your bed with a shotgun in your face.”

Sombra tsks, disgusted. “Like you could get past my security.”

Gabe rolls his eyes. “Whatever. You know what I mean.” He kicks his feet again. “It’s better if i just– fade away. For everyone.”

“Hmm,” Sombra sits down next to him, neatly folding her feet under her legs. “For you, maybe. Not for the people who still care about you.”

Gabe huffs. “No one cares about me.” Sombra taps her chin.

“That’s weird, then what’s the recorded 248 hours of log files I found on a certain swiss doctor’s computer of her running simulations on how to reverse your condition? The last one was made, oh,” she checks her arm display, “two days ago, by the way.” She opens a holodisplay of a white lily and waves it in front of his face. “Or the flowers that get sent to your sister’s fabric store every other month? There’s no name, but I traced the account to a bank in Cairo.” Gabe tenses up, fingers curling into the concrete. It crumbles beneath his grip. “Or should I tell you about a certain old man with a receding hairline who visits your grave every third sunday of the month–”

“Enough.“

“Oh, and then there’s a certain renown hacker who has been assisting you with your fucking mission for the past few years, you absolute moron. I know we don’t talk about feelings much, but you have to know that I care about you.”

Gabe tries to uncurl from where he’s been cradling the panging in his chest. “You care because I’m useful,” he spits between clenched teeth.

Sombra laughs. “Just because you’re useful doesn’t mean I don’t care. What’s the point of friends if you don’t help each other out?” She leans over to bump her shoulder against his arm. The impact makes him wince. “Nice attempt to change the subject, by the way.” She leans in closer, wrapping her fingers around the cuff of his jacket. “What are you so afraid of, Gabriel? That they won’t accept you, or that they will?”

His hand is shaking as he reaches for his mask, unclipping it and unsteadily pressing his knuckles to his forehead. “Fuck.” He hates how fucking perceptive she is. He used to have so many secrets before he met her. Smoke drifts away from a hole on his face, a haze of nanites that remind him just how fucking hopeless his situation is.

“They’ll never accept me looking like this.” He feels a third eye erupt from his forehead, world tilting with an infrared hue that he'll never get used to. He trains it on Sombra (as if to say see?) who doesn’t even flinch, just shrugs.

“Pff, come on. I’ve seen pics from when you were younger, Soldier 24.” He instinctively bristles at the name. “You were super hot. I’m sure the good doctor will be able to fix you up.” She pats his thigh amicably and reaches for a pouch on her belt to pull something out, hiding it behind her back. “Okay, hold our your hand.”

Gabe narrows his eyes. “Why.”

Sombra pouts. “Because that’s what you do when you’re accepting a gift.”

“I don’t want any of your gifts.”

“Always so difficult. Here–”

Sombra reaches out for his hand and places a light metal object in it. Gabe turns it over in his hand.

“.. and this is?”

“A phone. Come on, I know you’re not that old–”

“Sombra,” he interrupts with gritted teeth.

“It’s secure. My own work, of course. All you have to do is hit número uno on the speed dial.” She pats his hand one more time and springs to her feet. “For when you’re ready.”

If his heart still beat he’s sure it’d be bleeding out of his chest by now. He tries to clear his throat, but when he speaks it’s a barely audible rasp. “Ready for..?”

Sombra smiles at him before spinning on her heel to the fire escape, one hand waving casually over her shoulder.

“To see your family again.”

Gabe watches her walk away. He glances back down at the phone in his right hand. His mask is still in the other.

He stares at the both for a long time, until the sun sets behind the distant hills and the moon peaks out behind a sudden gap in the clouds. The moonlight gives his mask an almost ethereal glow. It’s well-crafted; hand-sculpted carbon fiber, built in holographic display with all the latest tech. He vaguely remembers the day he got it, handed to him by some dead guy with a smug look on his face. A new face for the new you. We can’t have you scaring the populace, now can we, my dear Reaper.

Fuck, he hated that guy. The shotgun blast to the roof of his mouth was the least he deserved. He curls his fingers around the edge of the mask.

It’s transformed from something they forced on him to something he’s chosen to hide behind, something that keeps him safe from prying eyes. He doesn’t remember the last time he took it off, before now.

You don’t have to hide anymore. Gabe pauses. Considers.

“Fuck that,” he announces with finality.

He takes one last look at the mask before curling his arm back as far as it can go and launching it into the distance.

He lets his coat and gloves dissolve and tugs the hood from his hoodie up over his head. He palms the phone, chest clenched with indecision before powering it on and hitting the 1 button before he can stop himself.

The dial tone rings once. Twice. Someone picks up.

“.. Gabriel.”

Not a question, not a statement. Just his name, spoken from lips he hasn’t heard it from in years. His knees almost give out and he sags heavily against the wall, hand clenched over his mouth to muffle the sob that works its way up his throat.

“Are you ready to come home?” No nonsense, straight to the point. Just like she’s always been. Gabe lets out a shaky laugh and stands, wiping his palms on his pants.

“Yeah,” he makes for the fire escape, making sure his hood is tugged snugly on top of his head before opening the door. “I’m ready.”

[lunite-aa]

it is important to note that her main arc encompass all verses within the timeline of her existence, including those past lives (i.e. selene, artemis, etc.). every other verse is considered an alternate universe to her main arc. plotting in any of these verses is preferred but not required for writing.

MAIN ARC

CIRCA PRESENT DAY Various Locations, CEO Era (age: 27-) I WILL DEFAULT TO THIS VERSE UNLESS OTHERWISE REQUESTED OR PLOTTED

The infamous supernatural hunter, Gerard Argent, has returned from the dead and has seemingly set his eyes on Scott McCall and his pack again. When Scott phones in an old flame for help after several threats and close calls, it quickly becomes clear that Gerard has much more up his sleeve than originally thought and that his hunger for power might mean putting Allison in the hot seat once again. Allison divides her time between California and Louisiana as she struggles with old and new demons, and the greed and wrath of her power-hungry grandfather. [VERSE TAG: THE WOLVES OF WAR ARE AT YOUR DOOR (main 001).]

CIRCA 2019-2022 Louisiana, CEO Era (age: 23-26)

Chris Argent steps down as CEO of Argent Arms International and relinquishes command to Allison. She liquidates the arms business branch and focuses primarily on rebranding the Argent name, not as hunters and enemies to the supernatural community but instead as safe allies and friends. [VERSE TAG: ALL THE ACHE HAS LEAD ME HERE (main 002).]

CIRCA 2014-2019 Louisiana, Pre-CEO (age: 19-23)

These four years are absolutely crucial to Allison's development post-resurrection. She is living in NOLA with her aunt Adelaide and discovering the truth about her origins (i.e. her past lives, specifically as Selene). Her father is in France, but they remain in communication as he remains A.I.’s COO. Allison is establishing herself in the area as a professional consulting huntress and is often working with various allies and establishments to safely contain supernatural threats. [VERSE TAG: I HAVE NOWHERE AND NO ONE TO WHICH I BELONG (main 003).]

CIRCA 2013-2014 Immediate Post-Resurrection (age: 18-19)

I stray away from high school things. This is a personal preference based on my own discomfort. So this verse primarily focuses on Allison's adventures with her father after she’s dropped out of high school and left Beacon Hills. They are constantly moving around within this year as Allison learns alongside her father about hunting, tracking/tracing, and various supernatural creatures. During this time, she is also getting her GED. [VERSE TAG: THE DEATH OF THE MOON & THE BIRTH OF HER (main 004).]

Selene/Artemis Primary

A writing verse for all interactions with Selene or Artemis, Allison's original lives. [VERSE TAG: THE GODS WILL FEAR YOU WOLF MOTHER (main 005).]

Marie-Jeanne Valet Primary

A writing verse for all interactions with Marie-Jeanne Valet, one of Allison's previous lives. [VERSE TAG: HUNTRESS O’ HUNTRESS COME DOWN TO ME (main 006).]

ALTERNATE

Comic

Identical to Allison's CEO era canon verse, but with comic elements. Setting varies dependent on the plot. Adaptable to any comic brand. [VERSE TAG: SHE WHO BRINGS THE NIGHT BRINGS THE PEACE (alternate - comic).]

Gotham/Reeves’ The Batman + Phillips’ Joker

Similar to above, but set within the combined universe of The Batman (2022) and Joker (2019). Plotting required. [VERSE TAG: PRECEDED BY A REPUTATION TOO BLOODY (alternate - in gotham).]

High Fantasy

Witch in the woods. Barefoot heathen who runs with wolves and dances naked under the night sky. She is Goddess of the Moon. Plotting required. [VERSE TAG: CAUGHT DRINKING MOONLIGHT (alternate - high fantasy).]

Horror

tbd [VERSE TAG: THE VIOLENCE OF WOLVES & THE MERCY OF THE MOON (alternate - horror).]

Star Wars/Trek/Dune/Sci-Fi

Generally, she is a well-known political figure always against war and corruption. Depending on the specific verse, she may or may not also have other various abilities and titles. For example, in a SW verse, she is Force sensitive but without practice or guidance. More to come; plotting required. [VERSE TAG: HOLDING COUNCIL WITH THE MOON (alternate - space).]

Regency (Austen/Bridgerton adaptable)

The Duchess of Nice, having recently lost her mother, is the highly coveted lady of the season. The Argent name is widely known and well-respected, though there are scandalous secrets brewing behind the scenes. More information to come. [VERSE TAG: THE DRESSING DOWN OF A REPUTATION (alternate - regency).]

Pirate

While she once was a highly esteemed lady of the courts, Allison Argent has grown now in infamy as the dread pirate captain with a crew full of mysterious monsters. [VERSE TAG: I WILL LEAD THE CHANGING OF THE TIDES (alternate - pirate).]

Grisha

tbd [VERSE TAG: RENDERER OF THE MOONLIGHT (alternate - grisha).]

Deathless

tbd [VERSE TAG: WE WOLVES FIND COMFORT IN BLOOD (alternate - deathless).]

Witcher

tbd [VERSE TAG: WITCH OF THE WILD (alternate - witcher).]

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The Fall

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Overwatch was falling apart. Most of their friends were retired or dead, public opinion was at a record low, and both Jack and Gabe were scheduled to be put on trial for the London Uprising incident and the crimes Blackwatch had committed. Jack thought things couldn't get worse.

He was wrong.

*   *   *   *   *

Where the hell was everyone?

Jack hadn’t seen a single soul ever since his plane touched down six minutes ago. He’d been heading to his office, but when he couldn’t find even one living person in the normally busy Watchpoint: Zurich, he took a detour to roam through hallway after empty hallway, trying to see if he could find someone. Anyone.

Fifteen minutes and not a single soul in a base that employed hundreds of staff.

“Athena,” he growled into an empty room. “Please tell me everyone’s getting ready to throw me a big surprise party.”

The AI didn’t respond.

“Athena, where is everyone?”

Silence.

“This is Strike Commander Jack Morrison, Overwatch Agent 001, Security Code OW0920-76. Computer: Athena, respond!”

“Computer Intelligence Athena is deactivated in present location, Strike Commander,” a synthetic voice responded, far more computerized than Athena’s oddly human-like tone.

“Who…er…what are you?” Jack asked. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

“I am CPU-486322. My personality was automatically activated upon Computer Intelligence Athena’s departure.”

“Where did Athena go?” Jack’s stomach churned with unease and he drew his Beretta, moving slowly through the base like he was clearing a hostile building.

“Computer Intelligence Athena downloaded all processing units into the servers at Watchpoint: Gibraltar at 04:32 this morning.”

“Why?”

“Computer Intelligence Athena was ordered to vacate Watchpoint: Zurich.”

“Where is everyone?”

“All agents and staff were ordered to vacate Watchpoint: Zurich.”

“The building is empty? It’s just you and me?”

“Negative, Strike Commander Morrison.”

Jack froze. “Who else is in the building with us?”

“Employee-2452: Müller. Employee-3211: Favre. Employee-2422: Schmid. Employee-3042: Anderson. Employee-”

The computer continued to drone on, listing employee numbers and surnames. Employees, not Agents. Probably mostly cleaning staff, locals who didn’t get the memo to not come in to work today.

“-2214: Federer. Agent-002: Reyes.”

Gabe.

“Computer, who ordered the building to evacuate?”

“Agent-002: Commander Gabriel Reyes.”

“Where is he?”

“Commander Reyes is currently located on level B2 in Conference Room A.”

Jack sprinted for the elevators. He didn’t put his sidearm away.

“What reason did he give for the evacuation?”

“Unstable radioactive material spill, creating radioactive contamination present through all levels of the building.”

“What is the current radiation level?” The elevators weren’t working. Someone with an intimate knowledge of sabotage had cut the power. Goddammit, Gabe. What was he doing?

“There is no abnormal level of radiation present.”                

Jack cursed and sprinted down the stairs, running out into the second level basement. He found Gabe leaving the conference room.

“Jack,” Gabe said, pulling up short and looking at Jack with wide eyes. He was wearing civilian clothing with both his hands stuffed in the pockets of his large, leather overcoat. “I thought you were in New York.”

“The U.N. decided to postpone my hearing and I was sent back here. I get to spend another week here before they court martial me and lock me away. You know. For hiding all the shit you’ve been doing with Blackwatch? All the shit I promised you weren’t doing? Speaking of ‘what the hell are you doing,’ I love what you’ve done with the place. A bit empty, though,” Jack growled. There was no humor in his voice.

“You need to leave, Jack. Now.” Gabe’s eyes flicked briefly to the gun still in Jack’s hand, before going to move past him, heading for the stairwell.

“Oh, no you fucking don’t,” Jack caught him by the arm. “Not until you tell me what the fuck you’re doing.”

“Jack, don’t do this. Not now,” Gabe shrugged out of his grip and kept walking, kicking the stairwell door open.

“Yes, now!” Jack followed as Gabe stomped up the concrete stairs. “You are going to tell me what’s going on, right here, right now. It’s the least I deserve after hanging myself protecting you from all the bullshit you and Blackwatch were up to! Are still up to, apparently! What secret mission do you have your hit-squad on now?”

“There is no Blackwatch. Not anymore.”

Jack stared at Gabe’s retreating back, but Gabe didn’t so much as look back, hands still firmly in his pockets as he made his way up the stairs.

“What did you say?”

“Blackwatch is finished. I’ve dissolved the team. Did it weeks ago. What few Agents I had left are already in the wind.”

“…Why? Just…why? Why are you doing this?”

“Because Overwatch is finished,” he said, finally turning to look at Jack as he reached the landing of B1. His dark eyes burned with an intensity that took even Jack by surprise.

“Gabe, no. Don’t say that. Overwatch isn’t done. We can still fix this.”

“Oh?” Gabe rounded on him. “Still think we’re heroes, Jack? The whole world has turned against us. People are protesting us in the streets. We’re both up for hearings with the U.N. and will likely be facing jail time. And it’s not like we’re doing any good! Human and omnic relations are only getting worse, international crime is on the rise, Talon is stronger than ever, and half the world’s governments won’t even let us operate in their countries anymore! We’re a bloated corpse of what we used to be, Jack. It’s time for it to end.”

There was a finality in his final statement that put Jack’s hair on end. “…Gabe…what are you doing here?”

“I’m cutting the head off the snake.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“You need to leave, Jack.”

“I can’t just leave!”

“You should!” Gabe snapped. “You should get the hell out of here and run while you can! You think they’re just gonna throw you in some prison for a few years and let you back out? Jack, if the U.N. finds you guilty of being involved with any of the shit we did in Blackwatch, they’ll hang you. Hell, they’ll hang you anyway. They’re looking for a scapegoat, and that’s us.”

“Gabriel,” Jack’s voice dropped into a snarl, low and dangerous. “Answer the fucking question. What are you doing here?”

Gabe didn’t answer, and Jack looked at him closely. His shoulders were tight and his posture stiff, a vein ticking in his neck, and Jack finally noticed that Gabe still hadn’t removed his hands from his pockets.

“What do you have, Gabe?” He didn’t remember doing it, but his handgun was aimed at Gabe’s chest.

Gabe’s eyes flicked briefly to the gun pointed at him, then slowly pulled his right hand out of his pocket. In his palm was a smooth, black rectangular box with a short antenna and a bright red button on the end, protected by a clear flip-top cap.

“A detonator?” Jack hissed. “You’re going to blow the headquarters?”

“I’ve got to end it, Jack. Overwatch is done with. We’re doing more harm than good, and it has to end.”

Jack grabbed the front of Gabe’s coat with his free hand.

“There are still people in this building, Gabe! You can’t do this!”

“I have to! We’re poisoned, Jack! We’re being corrupted from inside and out! We’ve got Talon spies in our ranks, Overwatch agents selling secrets to the highest bidder, and if you think Petras is clean, you’ve gone fucking blind. He’s on someone’s payroll, and it’s not one of the Good Guys.”

“What about you, Gabe?” Jack tightened his grip on the coat. “Whose payroll are you on?”

Jack had snarled the question out of anger, but gave pause as Gabe wasn’t immediately forthcoming with an answer. Gabe looked away and Jack’s blood ran cold.

“…Gabe?”

“Walk away, Jack. You don’t want to know,” he said softly.

“No. No, I am sick and tired of you keeping me in the dark while I put my neck on the line for your sake. Who the fuck are you working for, if not me?”

“Jack…”

“Who is paying you to blow up Overwatch headquarters?”

“It needs to happen. Overwatch needs to die.”

“Gabriel.”

Jack jerked Gabe closer, the Beretta pressing into his chest, and he finally looked Jack dead in the eye.

“…Talon.”

Jack let him go in shock and took a half step backward.

“No…no…Gabe, no…”

“I’m not with them, Jack! This is the right thing to do!”

“How can you say that? After all that’s happened. Everything they’ve done. Everything we’ve been through together. After Gerard. After Ana. You…you traitor!” Jack was aiming with both hands now, shifting into an offensive stance, though the pistol shook in his hands.

“No! No, I…” Gabe made a growl of frustration and held the detonator tighter. “Dammit, Jack! Talon’s got its claws so deep in Overwatch that we’ll never break free! This is infiltration, damn you! This is what I do! Talon is spread too far and rooted too deep! Our best chance to take them down is from the inside!”

“What, like how you’re taking us down? Shit, Gabe! Are you even hearing yourself? You’re not infiltrating Talon, you’re being played by Talon! You’re being paid by a terrorist organization to blow up our headquarters and all the innocent people still in it! There are still civilians upstairs! Civilians!”

“It has to happen. I didn’t want you involved.”

“Well, too late. I’m involved now. Hand over the detonator.”

“I can’t do that, Jack.”

“Give it to me!”

Gabe flicked the clear cap off the detonator’s button and Jack felt a chill run through him. Gabe wouldn’t do it, would he? They were both still in the building. The stairwell was walled by solid concrete, but would that really be enough to protect them?

“No,” Gabe’s voice was even, and there was a conviction in his voice that froze Jack’s soul.

“Drop it,” Jack said. He aimed at Gabe’s heart, the heart that once belonged to him, and his hands no longer shook. “Don’t make me do this, Gabe. Please.”

“I don’t ask forgiveness. But I’m sorry.”

Reyes pressed the button. Morrison pulled the trigger. Neither could say who acted first.

Two hearts cracked down the middle as the base crumbled around them, and hours later, two broken men crawled from the rubble, alone, leaving their lives behind in the ruins of Overwatch.