Harry Performing At Wembley Stadium, Photographed By eddy.luciano

The Reaper's Keeper Masterlist

 Ao3 and Wattpad

Summary: Life in the lab is all you know. Raised to be your creator's perfect weapon. What will happen when a group of superheroes accidentally rescued you? What will you do with this newly found freedom you never had before? Will you actually live up to your title until the very end?

Chapter Index:

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10

What if...?

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: A series of what-ifs for basically every possible (force-sensitive) pairing I could come up with from Jedi!Billy x criminal!Reader to Sith!Billy x Jedi!Reader

Join me Summary: What if Billy took over as Emperor and he asked you, a Jedi, to join him?

Off duty Summary: What if the Queen of Naboo had a favourite of her guards?

Worth it Summary: What if Billy was a thief and he wanted to steal something from you?

• original moodboard (ex-smuggler/criminal version) • • original moodboard (Emperor!Billy version) • • moodboards masterlist •

Same honestly he deserve better

If Darkling bad.... why his backstory tragic?

(Don't mind me, I just finished Ruin and Rising and The Demon in the Wood.)

Also, I know that Leigh Bardugo wanted to make him the

equivalent in Ravka, but COME ON? How am I not supposed to like him? I cried the whole time he was there.

I can’t do this anymore

ur right I’m gonna go rob a bank now

Kaz Brekker was only 14 when he robbed a bank and 17 when he broke into the Ice Court.

What the hell are we all doing with our lives?

Brekker’s lips quirked. “I’ll just hire Matthias’ ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.”

“My ghost won’t associate with your ghost,”

“We enter from the north as planned,” Kaz said. Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. “Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”

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*c r a s h*

Maybe shouldn’t have said that to someone who can’t drive

This isnt a joke my favorite piece of writing advice that I’ve ever seen is someone that said if you were stuck with a fic and couldn’t figure out why or what was wrong, your problem is actually usually about ten sentences back. Maybe there was something wonky about the tone or the dialogue or you added something that didn’t fit but it’s usually ten sentences back. And every single time I get stuck in a fic I count back ten sentences and it’s always fucking there

Forgotten

Billy Hargrove

Part ½

Billy Hargrove x Wheeler!reader

Description: In search of his fiery step-sister, Billy Hargrove visits the Wheeler house, finding someone he didn’t know he was looking for. (In many people’s opinion, the way the Billy at the Wheeler’s house SHOULD HAVE gone)

Word Count: 1,596

She was dancing around her bedroom wearing only her underwear, Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics blasting from the record player on her desk. The doorbell rang from downstairs, but sounded faint beneath the song. Cindy made no effort to go and answer, figuring whoever was there would leave within a couple of minutes. However, she was proved wrong, as the doorbell rang through the house repeatedly. Being the only person within the Wheeler household, Cindy knew she had to go and answer it. It continued to sound repeatedly as she ran down the stairs, scrambling to pull a large T-shirt over her head at the same time. The sound drilled through her brain and so she cursed her parents for abandoning her in favour of some lame dinner party, along with Mike and Nancy for leaving her behind too. She had returned that day, after being away for another five years, and yet it seemed not a single member of her supposed family wanted anything to do with her. The ringing ceased when she unlocked and swung open the front door, revealing a tall, handsome boy with his shirt only half buttoned up. He was smiling before she even opened it.

“Oh—hi.”

“Hey.”

“I-uh- I didn’t realise Nancy had a sister?”

“Half sister, actually.” It was true—Cindy was the result of an affair and in no way related to Nancy and Mike’s goofy motherfucker of a father.

“Ah, that makes sense.” He nodded, still grinning.

“Uh-I’m sorry, and you are?” She asked him, raising one eyebrow curiously.

“Billy. Billy Hargrove.” He shook her hand with clear intent, placing both of his large hands around hers. Her breathing stopped momentarily due to the simple gesture.

“I’m Cindy Jenkins.” She smiled.

“Jenkins?” He questioned, his hands still firmly enclosing her’s.

“As I said—half sister.” He nodded, understanding the situation a little better.

They stared at each other for a moment, before Cindy retracted her hand. “Anyway…sorry to disappoint you, Billy, but Nancy isn’t here.” She said, shrugging slightly. As her shoulders raised slightly, Cindy’s large T-shirt rose up her thighs and Billy noticed that she was, in fact, only wearing a large T-shirt.

“Nancy?” He questioned, causing her to be moderately confused.

“Yeah—I’m assuming that’s who you’re here to see?” Cindy had scanned him up and down multiple times and concluded that he must be wanting to take Nancy out or something. Why else would he be there—looking all sexy and shit?

He chuckled slightly and shook his head, “Oh, no, no no. Not my type..uh-

No, actually I’m looking for my little sister Max. Goes by Maxine?”

Cindy shook her head slightly and frowned, wondering why he had come to her house to look for a girl that she didn’t know existed.

“She’s been missing all day and, uh, to be honest with you, I’m worried sick, you know, so…”

“Oh?” She said, raising one eyebrow.

“I thought she was at Lucas’, but Mrs Sinclair said your house is the…the designated hangout, so you know…” She was getting the vibe from Billy that every word he said was bullshit, but the way he was looking at her made it hard to concentrate on the words he was saying.

“Here I am.” He pressed one hand against the doorframe and leant closer to her.

“Well, Billy, I’m afraid I’m home alone, so I can’t help you with that.” Cindy looked up at him through her long, dark eyelashes and he breathed in deeply. “However, how about you come in and I’ll call my mom and see if she knows where Mike is? I’m assuming your sister will be with him.” Cindy moved aside to allow Billy to enter the house, and he did so with a large grin on his face.

“So why don’t I know you?” He asked, his large boots colliding with the wooden floorboards to produce echoing footsteps through the otherwise silent house.

“They sent me to boarding school a very long time ago. But I’m back now.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Why’d they send you there? Bad behaviour?” He smirked again and the question sent shivers down her spine. He had found a chair to sit on that was close to the phone.

“No, they just wanted to get rid of me.” She said, picking up the piece of paper that her mother had left for her. “I learnt the bad behaviour while I was there.” Cindy gave him a smirk, which he returned with a mischievous grin.

She read the number on the piece of paper and entered it into the yellow phone on the wall. Billy waited to hear a couple of rings and then said: “Maybe you could show me some time.” His voice was low and made the skin on her arms feel cold and vulnerable, spreading goose pimples across it. She was given no time to reply to him, as a woman’s voice sounded from the other end of the line.

“Hello, Colton household.” Linda Colton, friend of Cindy’s mother had said.

“I-uh-hi, this is Cindy. I think my moms at your house, I need to speak to her.” Billy smirked, as she stuttered slightly, blatantly flustered by his sexually indicative comment.

“Oh, Cindy Wheeler?” Linda had questioned, Billy chuckled, as Cindy rolled her eyes.

“Jenk-, yeah, Cindy Wheeler.” She sighed.

“Hold on a moment while I get her, Cindy.”

She could hear a faint yell from the other line and then within several seconds her mother had the phone.

“Cindy? Are you okay?” Her mother sounded slightly concerned.

“Yes, mom, I’m fine.” Billy chuckled at her clear irritation. She raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you know where Mike is?”

Karen Wheeler frowned, “He should be at Joyce Byer’s house, why what’s wrong?”

“Who the fuck is Joyce Byers?” Billy laughed again.

“Language, Cindy!” Karen was speaking so loud that Cindy had to bring the phone away from her ear. “Joyce is Will’s mother, who is one of your brother’s best friends. Can you please tell me why you need to know?”

“Where is this house?”

“It’s in the middle of nowhere—just off Grant.”

“Mom I’ve been here for six hours, how do you imagine I would know where Grant is?”

“I think I might know where it is.” Billy interrupted.

Cindy pressed the phone to her chest, “The house?”

He shook his head, “No, Grant.” She nodded and put the yellow phone back to her ear.

“Cindy? Who is that with you? You still haven’t told me why you need to find Mike!”

“If you were to reach Grant, would it be easy to find the house?” Cindy avoided all questions again.

“I suppose—you just follow the road by Bennie’s—but it’s dark and, you don’t even have a car! You still haven’t answered any of my questions, Cindy!”

“Thanks, bye!” Cindy replied, putting the phone back into its holder.

Karen was not surprised by her behaviour, yet was mildly offended. She returned to the dinner party to bitch about her eldest daughter.

Billy looked at Cindy, smiling with anticipation.

“Wait there.” She said, before running up the stairs and into her room. Billy explored the photographs that were littered around every room of the house. He noticed that there was no recognisable pictures of Cindy, though there was plenty of Mrs Wheeler, who looked very similar. The both of them were hot, there was no denying that. Cindy was definitely the hottest sister and he figured that it, since it otherwise would be genetically impossible, she was a year older than himself and Nancy—another plus. It also seemed like she had a completely opposite personality, adding to the list of her perfections. He was thankful to have discovered her first, as it seemed that she knew nothing at all about anyone in Hawkins.

Cindy ran back down the stairs, tucking her grey Def Leppard T-shirt into a pair of black jeans that she had slipped on since he last saw her. She held a leather jacket under her arm and rushed to pick up some black lace up boots from beside the door.

“What are you doing?” He asked, returning to the doorway.

“I’m coming with you.” Cindy said, applying some chapstick and checking her hair in the mirror in the lounge.

“You are?” He looked at her and smirked.

“Absolutely,” had it been 1994, Billy may had likened her to Harley Quinn of DC comics with the way that she turned to him in that moment. “My family want to pretend I don’t exist? I’ll make sure that all they ever think about is me from now on.”

He nodded and smirked, opening the door and then allowing her to walk through before he followed. She locked it and then they made their way to Billy’s car together.

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A/N: Part 2 out soon, feedback appreciated :)

Credits to the gif owner x

Jesper and Inej when Kaz won't tell them the whole plan

Kaz after the plan he pulled out his a$$ half way through a heist works