title: DEAL GONE WRONG — Clockers’ own Scar Goodtimes and his Secret Lover?
warning(s): graphic depictions of violence, gun violence, blood and injury, unnamed and minor character death, headshot
chapter(s): 1/1
relationship: scar/grian
summary;
"Scar Goodtimes shoots contact at Clockers waterfront warehouse, seen leaving with another injured party in arms. Sources say the injured party was dressed in a black leather jacket and a red sweater. Could this mysterious man be the secret lover of Goodtimes? Just who is he to the Clockers' very own silver tongued fiend of a man?"
or, while attempting to steal medical supplies, grian gets himself shot. oh and scar is there. cue a bit of an awkward reunion while bleeding on scar's bed.
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IT'S FINALLY HEREEEEEE <- vibrating at INTENSE speeds. for anyone who's been wondering wtf the "mmau" tag was, here you are! welcome to the vault's limited life mafia au! I'm really really excited about well. everything about this au WHEEZE. the au has very quickly gotten out of hand (/pos) and oh man. happy reading! <3 I hope this au makes you just as insane as it's made us <333
( yes this is the scarian angst I've been writing for the past week and a half <3 )
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Actually, getting back to the topic of Mr. Goblin I was wondering the same thing all the time while reading. Why not give him the nightmare bottles? If the Goblins only feed on them, there is no harm or perhaps it is dangerous, does their magical strength increase, their size? They become more vile, I don't know in the fic I only understood that Kc was hungry because of the 'food shortage' of nightmares thanks to moon.
The goblins don't just feed on nightmares. They're responsible for inflicting some of them in the first place. Why would Moon want to cooperate with someone, willingly, who is partly the cause of such nightmares?
Moon doesn't care about the well-beings of goblins, they could starve to death and he wouldn't bat an eye. All he cares about are the children and putting an end to their nightly torment.
He never would have made that deal if Lunar's life hadn't depended on it. And even if the vault did over flow, Moon, being his stubborn self, would have found other means of dealing with the quantity.
Plus, he retains some memories from his time in the Realm and has a gut feeling that goblins must be avoided at all costs.
Though speaking of the vault...I wonder how it's holding up now...
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Trick or treat :3
trick!
.... No no, you get a treat <3
Excerpt from the been-in-progress-for-a-year sequel to Hands in Fate <3
It's Grumbo <3
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Then those three breathless words against his lips, that damning I love you, that stopped him in his tracks.
It made his stomach flip and his heart soar and it felt right.
Except Mumbo didn't know he wasn't mortal.
He looked Mumbo in the eyes, wide with surprise at his own words, and knew it was true.
He leaned their foreheads together and cupped Mumbo's face, gently, in his hands, because love and trust went hand in hand and he knew Mumbo needed to know.
Because how could Mumbo love him when he didn't even know him?
He didn't know something so deep, so personal about Grian- his true self, what he really was- and how could it possibly be fair to let him love the person he thought Grian was?
"Can you keep a secret?" He whispered, gazing into Mumbo's eyes.
(He had never been good with eye contact, even after years of exploring the earth. Watchers had many eyes, not all of them their own, and they rarely used the eyes that mimicked humans'- the two eyes that could only see in the mortal world, the two eyes that blinded their hundreds and thousands of others, the eyes that were their greatest weapon and their greatest weakness.)
"Because I love you too, but there's something you need to know first," he whispered, though in the silence it felt deafening.
Mumbo's hand moved up to Grian's face, feather-light and oh so gentle and warm. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and smiling softly.
"You can tell me anything, Grian. I won't tell anyone, I promise."
Of course he wouldn't- and even though Grian knew Mumbo would have no choice but to keep his secret, the knowledge bound by godly laws to never leave a mortal's lips, it still warmed Grian's heart that the man he loved so much would honestly agree without hesitation.
"Not even your friend? Scar?" Grian murmured, leaning in closer so their lips barely brushed together.
"It's not my secret to share," Mumbo told him, gently pressing a small kiss to his lips.
(Grian was often called a mischievous, troublemaking, but just Watcher. His Judgments, as few of them as there had been, were fair, and he kept the other Watchers on their toes- an amazing feat, considering most Watchers had centuries more experience than him. Yet sitting there in the dark, knowing very well how unfair it was to ask Mumbo to love him and continue loving him, he knew he was really a selfish and greedy man.)
"Close your eyes?" Grian asked, and he trusted Mumbo, he loved Mumbo, he knew Mumbo wouldn't doubt him.
He kissed Mumbo again, a little less soft than before- a little more forceful than was really necessary- and pulled him closer, focusing on them, together, and let his hold on his magic loosen, just a little.
He could feel the eyes hidden among his feathers try to open. He didn't need them, though. All he needed was to let Mumbo See, Hear him.
The pantheons of every god exist inside the Void.
He focused on memories and thoughts, choosing specific ones to gently, carefully, push towards Mumbo. The Pantheon. Grian, the true Grian, in the closest form a human could comprehend. The Watchers. His love. His desire to be mortal, to live a life with Mumbo. Everything Mumbo needed to know before their relationship could go any further, but not so much to overwhelm the man.
When he pulled away from the kiss he opened his eyes, looking into Mumbo's again. The man looked dazed, processing everything, but he didn't even so much as loosen his arm around Grian's waist or drop his hand from Grian's cheek.
"Ah," Mumbo murmured, and Grian couldn't help but laugh.
"Ah?" He repeated. "Is that all you can say to finding out your boyfriend is a literal god?"
"Well it's not too surprising, really," Mumbo chuckled, smiling at him- so gently, so softly, so full of love. "You were already one in my eyes."
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