Arkin-the-Collector

Fanfic: the collector slash :) Arkin bent slowly to peer at the large tarantula crawling across the dusty floor. Its eight legs slowly crept in a graceful motion as if walking on air. Arkin's eyes moved with the spiders movements, riveted by this small wonder of the world. He extended his hand, placing it on the ground directly in front of the spider, which stiffened its body then slowly began to crawl onto arkin's awaiting palm. He breathed out a breath he didn't know he was holding and allowed a small smile to take its place. He lifted his hand slightly higher so he would get a better look. The spider was black and orange, a beautiful c

Arkin reached out a dirty hand to the small brown and black pup in front of him, threading his hand through the steel bars he traced a finger along the worn leather of the collar, two sizes too big for such a young pup. he then took the metal tag in his hand, it read only an address with no identification of the dog. arkin didn't recognize the address, he let the tag fall. The pup licked and gnawed at his hand playfully as he scratched him behind one of his small black ears. "Good boy" arkin said gruffly, his voice underused from lack of company and overused in the screaming department, he smiling stiffly at the pup as he played wit

The Collector/ Arkin light slash Story: Savior and Sickness Arkin opened his eyes to blinding light and double vision, quickly squeezing his eyes shut and turning his sore head to the side to avoid the unwelcome brightness. His breathing was labored as he looked down to lift his blood spattered green shirt to reveal dark purple, yellow and black bruising on his unwashed skin.  His fingers lightly ghosted over the discoloration momentarily mesmerized, pressing his fingers gently he immediately recoiled; a burn went through his whole left side of his body, up his arm, and through his chest. He gaped at the wound for a while then let his eye

KEPT: The Collector Drabble Five months to the day. Five months and I'm still stuck in this place. My best friend is in the cell next to me….my only friend. Todd, I think is what he told me to call him. "hey, arkin. Pss! Arkin." Soft whispering awoke me from my wrestles sleep and into horrible horrible reality.  Todd and his questioning eyes stared back at me, well, as close as you can look through a cage with your feet bound. His unruly blond hair was mussed against his head with dry blood and sweat. He breathed in a nervous labored way like he was ever expecting to be next, but the question is: Next for what? I sighed heavily, rubbi