Just keeping a log here of the askbox fic I’m writing for avoidingavoidance :) Once the fic is finished, I’ll clean it up, compile it, and upload it onto ao3.
1- Marco’s been after this guy for months, and as much as he hates to admit it, he’s good. Every time he thinks he’s got him, he slips away into the shadows, darting away with a cocky smirk that he can’t fucking stand. He lets out a frustrated huff, loading his pistol with a sharp click. He tucks it into the back of his jeans, making sure his jacket hides the handle. Into his belt he clips two sheathed knives, sleek and deadly.
Jesus I’m up to 35 parts this is really going somewhere