#distortednebula

“Do I? I just got back from the Islands yet again. They should be fine for another few months, so now you’ve got me here,” he smiles, nuzzling his neck. “Why’s my timing bad? I’ve heard you’ve been having a bad day…Are you going somewhere?”

          “You heard about that, did you?”

Well... Fuck. Is there any such thing as privacy any longer? Proton hasn’t even been back that long and he’s already pegged onto him.

          “...Oh.”

Now this comes as a surprise. Out of all the things he was expecting today, this was the very last of all of them. 

Still, a kiss from behind is far preferable to a knife to the back, and he accepts the gesture with a gentle smile, humming away as he continues to pack his things.

“To dunk my head into a bucket of ice, naturally.”

“Those are my thoughts everytime you speak to me. Pray tell, Blue, what is a trap?”

“On a more serious note: where in the world is Proton? He hasn’t irritated me in a very long while.”

My muse(s): Hot Angry Senpai

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

How the hell had it come to this?

It’s a fact of life that in their line of work, things can often go south -- and quite rapidly, at that. Crime and senseless violence (unsurprisingly) go hand in hand, and one simply cannot exist without the other. 

Perhaps Archer had become complacent in assuming that he had control of the situation. He should know full well that he’s made plenty of enemies in his time, even among the very staff he commands. On his way to the top, he’s stepped on plenty of people to aid his rise in the ranks, and there are plenty out there who think he doesn’t deserve to keep his rank after losing to children. It’s not at all hard to imagine why others would scorn him for his successes. 

All it takes is for one man to step out of line to cause a direct threat to his life, and on this very occasion, that’s what happens. It’s sudden, it’s out of the blue -- hell, even Archer’s own squadron take a moment to question what the hell their fellow Rocket could be doing with his gun drawn in the middle of their meeting.

The Executive is floored under the weight of his own security before he can even think to react, uncomfortably pinned to the ground and practically deafened by the roar of gunfire exchanged between the others and that one, lone traitor. It’s not a particularly long fight due to sheer numbers alone, and silence soon falls upon the workspace, it’s walls and furnishings now littered with holes -- and even a few chairs and tables have found themselves flipped over for some kind of cover. 

Nothing remains of the assailant aside from a fleshy, hole-ridden lump of flesh, and only when things become calm do Archer’s men bother to notice that their superior hasn’t quite been left in one piece either. He’d barely noticed it himself (probably through sheer shock), only alerted to the presence of blood by the alarmingly large crimson stain seeping through his once pristine shirt and onto the tiled flooring he’d been so unwillingly thrown onto.

Battle Theme: Invincible

Battle intro: "Does this have to be a fair battle?"

Victory: "I think it's time you get a better team."

Defeat: "Next round! No rules!"

Assist: "I get to touch your butt later for this~"

Taunt: "Don't tell me cutting slowpoke tails is the only thing your good at."

Reacting to Taunt: "Right."

Tie: "Another round!"