#again ended up being cool as heeell

[pearlsdiamondsandvodka]

nooo why contact the cannibal stepmother when you could have tried to speak to gepetto or cinderella or elodie!!

[maemi324]

Heels

This is something that’s been running in my head for a while that will not leave me alone. Some Yandere Hawks with a very...Independent reader.  essentially...what if instead of backing down, or cowering, reader fought back, and won? But not in the way you’re expecting. Honestly, this is just crack treated Semi-seriously. I didn’t even edit much. this was just for fun. It’s also a very bad not convincing Yandere Hawks, but I did what I could. Please be kind.

Warning: Mentions of stalking, knives, swords, robbery. it’s probably really not as bad as you think. 

For weeks he’d been following you around, watching you from your bedroom window as you slept. Following you on your way to your high corporate job when he could spare the time. 

He knew how you liked your tea, which quick breakfast meals were your favorite. 

Now all that was left was to confront you. He looked down from his perch, you were walking home after a long days work. The night was warm and the air was somewhat cooling down, high heels clicking as you walked. He jumped from his perch, more than ready to grab your attention.

That is until some street thug decided that he was going to take your purse.

He really hadn’t intended on meeting you this way, but fate decided that you were destined to meet. 

What he didn’t expect however was for you to go chasing after him down the alleyway, heels brandished as a weapon. With a quick flap of his wings, he sent a few feathers down and pinned the thug to a wall, the purse caught by a feather perfectly at eye height. 

He landed down in front of you, wings all set up in a dazzling display.

You shoot him a grin as the feather gently hands you your purse. “Thank you, I was afraid he was going to get away” 

The hero laughed, “ Not on my watch pretty bird!” he winked. 

“Pretty bird, huh?” 

“ I’ve seen you around the neighborhood, you’re very pretty” “Uh-huh” he could have sworn that you’d rolled your eyes. Did you not believe him? 

“ Well, you know...for your rescue...i think you should...repay me a bit, don’t you think?” He loomed over you, the street lamp above you causing shadows to illuminate his avian eyes.

Oh, Heeell to the naahhh- nah nah. 

“ Alright, listen here Bird brains-” his mouth clicked shut as you shifted, stance in an authoritative position, “ I know you’ve been stalking and watching me-What you thought you was sly? Oh Honey eyes, No, not with those blaring stop signs you call wings. Listen this stalking thing, ain't gonna cut it-”

“ N-now wait just a second-” he stuttered out, what sort of tables have turned here?! He turned his hand towards his back, a feather turning sharp like a sword, only to find a heel, which apparently had a blade inside of it, pressed against his jugular.

“ Don’t interrupt me, I'm not finished yet,” You paused a moment to catch your breath, “ Now, This whole stalker thing isn’t gonna cut it. If you want me, you’re going to court me properly, honestly you’re lucky I think you’re pretty cute too. Oh and if i get word that you start doing that weird manipulative shit? Going out with my friends to find you following me there? Or better yet, any of my male friends are now suddenly just up and gone? Nu-uh. No Sir, we don’t play that here, if we courting, we are committed, that comes from both of us. I don’t got time for that bullshit. If I catch you with that, you're gonna end up with your hand as your best friend again. Do I make myself clear?”

His brain was spinning, you wanted to be with him? After you had caught him being essentially a creeper? He nodded.

“ Good,” You took the heel blade from his neck, slipping its cap back on and putting on your shoes, “Now get mister purse thiever here off to his new place in jail. You know where I live, I’ll be seeing you soon” With that, you turned and walked away with the clicking of your heels keeping you in time. 

Had….that really just  happened?

The villain on the ground snorted, "Man, you just got bamboozled!”

[kenshi-vakarian7]

Leather & Lace ‘19 - Fic 4 of 14

Event hosted by @alyssalenko @vorchagirl and @starsandskies

This one ended up a little longer than my intended challenge.

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“Ogling”

Prompt - Watching the other and getting caught by someone else.

Late into the evening, Jack was about to eat her dinner, grateful for the alone time she had in the mess hall.  Well, she was grateful until Commander Jason Shepard appeared from around the corner and walked towards the kitchen area.

Fuck... she thought, her hopes for solitude dashed. She turned to Shepard with the intention to glare at him, her way of telling him that she wanted to be alone.  When she caught his eye, he had the audacity to smile at her – that nice, charming smile that always had a way to both confuse her and make her heart flutter and-

What the - stop thinking about this romance shit!

“Ran out of coffee in my quarters,” Shepard justified as he began to dig through the cabinets for the coffee packets.

Jack shrugged nonchalantly.  “Sure, whatever,” she replied before she bit into the sandwich she made for herself.

She was halfway done with her sandwich when Shepard finally closed the cabinet.  Jack simply turned to him... but only to make sure that he actually left the mess hall, nothing more.  Not because he'd been nice to her since they met and that smile and those gorgeous eyes and-

Fuck!  Stop it!

“That's not the entire stash, is it?” Jack ended up asking after noticing the small box he carried in his hands.  “Some of us also drink coffee here, not just you.”

“Oh really?” Shepard said with a little mirth in his voice.  “Well, it's a good thing I only took half the stash.  And it's a good thing we'll be in Illium tomorrow with plans to pick up more.  Aaaand it's a good thing I didn't take your favorite, the cinnamon flavored ones.”

Jack raised an eyebrow suspiciously.  “Okay, that’s a little creepy, Shepard.  How the hell did you know it's my favorite?”

Shepard chuckled a little.  “You don’t remember?  I was there during your first week on the ship when you accused Miranda of stealing the last packet of cinnamon flavored coffee.  Then, later that day, you nearly threw Zaeed into the garbage disposal in his room when you found out he was the real culprit.”

“Yeah, well... he would've had it coming if you hadn't stopped me.”

It was Shepard's turn to raise an eyebrow.  “Over coffee?”

“No!  For pissing me off.”

He smiled that damn smile again.  “That reminds me... ever since Pragia, you've been a bit more, how should I say it... affable, at least towards me.”

Jack raised her eyebrow again, wondering what he was getting at.  “Aaand?”

He was STILL smiling.  “Aaand I think it's well... pretty cool.”

There he goes with his charm again, always complimenting in ways she's never received before in her life.  Always sweet to her, always with that damn smile and-

Fucking stop with these shitty romantic thoughts!

Shepard gave her a small nod after a moment's pause.  “Goodnight, Jack.”

He started walking away before Jack had the chance to respond.  She found herself watching as he made his leave, her eyes following him until he turned the corner towards the elevator.  She scowled once he was gone.  What the hell was his game?  Why did he keep talking to her?  She was here to kill for him, nothing more... though she really appreciated how he took the time to plant a bomb at the facility that ruined her life.  Why he did have to be so... nice?  It would've been easier if he was just like all the others who-

“You were staring, Jack,” a voice suddenly spoke in the room.

Her eyes widening, Jack searched her surroundings, but there was no one else around.  “The hell-!”

Suddenly, Kasumi Goto seemed to manifest right in front of her as she uncloaked herself.  The thief was relaxed in the chair she sat in across from Jack, sipping from the canned drink she had in hand with a straw.  If not for the sly smirk on her face, Kasumi would've looked quite innocent of any wrongdoing.

A month ago, Jack would've thrown Kasumi across the room without a second thought.  Now though... she realized how soft she was getting since joining Shepard's crew.  Damn him...

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jack asked in annoyance, even thought she was well aware that she was caught eyeing the Commander while he had his back turned to her.

“Please, Jack,” Kasumi replied.  “Most of the crew might not notice, but I have.  I've seen the way you look at Shepard when he's not looking. It's what we call... ogling.”

Jack glared at her.  “You don't fucking know anything!”

“Oh yeah?  Then why are you blushing?”

“Shut the hell up!  I'm not blushing!”

“Then why are your cheeks red?”

“I-” Jack ended up growling.  She could already feel the familiar tingling in the back of her head; her biotics were staring to flare up.  “Fuck off!  I didn't ask for you to analyze me!”

Kasumi frowned as she placed her canned drink – iced tea, Jack noticed – down on the table.  “I wasn't analyzing you.  Actually, I was going to mention how much of a coincidence it is to see you ogling at him.”

Jack narrowed her eyes.  “So?”

“He stares at you when you're not looking, too, you know.”

Jack snorted.  “That's not a surprise.  In case you haven't noticed, anyone would with all the tattoos I don’t bother to cover most of the time, tits included!”

“No, not in that way!” Kasumi corrected.

“No? Then what the hell are you getting at?”  By now, Jack was even more annoyed and the back of her head was starting to itch.

“What I'm saying,” Kasumi started.  “Is that you two can find happiness with each other if you both let yourselves.  He's not like a lot of guys.  He's handsome, but not stuck up about it.  He's also confident, and when he's not taking down enemies... he's actually pretty sweet.”

Jack glared at her.  “If you think he's so sweet, then why don't you get in bed with him?”

“Because he likes you, Jack,” Kasumi pointed out without hesitation. “I’m pretty sure you already know his past since it’s common knowledge, but he's someone who's experienced the kind of loss I experienced. It's been years and he's no longer in mourning, but... there's only one reason someone who lost a loved one would look at someone else the way he looks at you with longing – because they are willing to open their heart and find happiness again.  In this case, he’s willing to open his heart to you.”

That... whole statement hit a tad bit closer to home than Jack wanted to admit.  Thoughts of the man who died for her – who loved and wanted a future with her – filled her mind.  The wound had long since scabbed over, but it had a tendency to open up once in a while, stinging her just as bad as the day he sent his final message to her.

Of course, no one, not even Shepard or Kasumi, knew that.  But she knew both their stories nevertheless.  Overhearing past conversations in the mess hall, Kasumi talked about her former partner, Keiji, quite often.  Her loss was fairly recent, so of course she was still in mourning.  As for Shepard, from some of the past interviews she watched of him, he did occasionally talk about his wife, who was KIA during the Skyllian Blitz, and how losing her – and his experience on Torfan – motivated him to become a better person and help those in need.  He wasn't angry over his loss, nor did he let himself drown in the memories of his late wife...

Not like she did occasionally when it came to her late fiancé ...

Jack glared at Kasumi, but... not as suspiciously as before.  “You... might have a point.  But that doesn't mean I'm just gonna run off and jump into his pants right this second.”

That got a laugh out of Kasumi.  “That's not a bad thing.  It's nice to take things slow.”

“...Maybe.”

Kasumi stood up from her seat.  “Well... I must admit, I never thought we'd have this kind of chat.  We should do it again soon!”

“Heeell no!” Jack called out despite the fact that she couldn't help but grin.  “The last thing I need is to have a girl talk over boys and make-up and crap like that.  Besides, I'm not into that girls' club shit.”

Kasumi laughed some more.  “Ah, that's a shame.  I would've loved to know how to put on eyeliner the way you do.”

Before Jack said any more, Kasumi went into cloak mode and disappeared as quickly as she appeared a few minutes ago.  Even better, Jack heard her footsteps head back towards the lounge.  Finally! Jack thought.  She was alone again and the itching in the back of her head started to fade... but she didn't grab for her remaining meal right away.

Instead, she thought of Shepard again – his charm, his wit, those eyes, that damn smile... and come to think it, no one had even been nice to her, not in his way at least.  After all, he invited her to join his crew despite being considered 'unstable,' he always helped her improve in her fighting capabilities, and he assisted her with no hesitation when it came to Pragia.  More importantly, he never once asked for anything in return beyond joining his team.

As these thoughts crossed Jack's mind, the corner of her lips tugging into a small smile.