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City Lights & Warm Nights

Avengers x Reader (AU)

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Days turn into weeks, and as the initial whirlwind of starting a new school begins to settle, you find yourself swept up into the lively rhythm of city life. With each passing day, you grow more comfortable at school, navigating the hallways with a growing sense of familiarity. Your new friends have become an integral part of your life, guiding you through this transition with laughter and warmth.

Afternoons often lead you back to the cosy corners of your favourite coffee shop - now affectionately dubbed “home base” by Clint. Here, the aromas of brewed coffee and freshly baked pastries become synonymous with comfort and camaraderie. The barista even greets you by name now, a testament to how often you and your friends frequent this haven. Seated at your usual table by the window, you clutch a steaming mug of hot chocolate, listening as your friends tease each other about everything and nothing. The autumn leaves dance around outside, painting the city in hues of gold and red. “Alright, hypothetical question,” Sam announces as he leans back, crossing his arms with a mischievous smile. “If you could have any superpower, what would it be, and why?” “Oooh, tough one,” Wanda remarks, pretending to mull it over. “Probably teleportation. That way, I could avoid NYC traffic permanently.”

You laugh with the group as Clint quickly interjects, “Definitely the ability to pause time. Imagine all the extra sleep I could get in! Or pranking Bucky without him even knowing.” “Hey!” Bucky nudges Clint with a good-natured grin. “You already try to prank me daily, dude.” The conversation flows easily, your group tossing ideas and laughter around. These moments at the coffee shop, shared over steaming drinks and crumb-filled plates, slowly chip away at the walls you had unknowingly built around your heart after leaving your old home.

Another staple of your blossoming routine are the regular pizza nights. The mere mention of your group’s favourite pizzeria sends excitement buzzing. One crisp Friday evening, you and your friends spill out onto the street from the subway station, eagerly making your way to the buzzing pizza place a few blocks away. “I’m telling you, this place has the best slices you’ll ever have,” Steve insists, gesturing animatedly as you near your destination. “You’re hyping this up too much. What if it doesn’t live up to my very high expectations?” You tease, exaggerating a sceptical look. “You won’t be disappointed,” Bucky assures you, his eyes twinkling with confidence. “There oregano is chef’s kiss.” He mimes a kiss to the sky, drawing laughter from everyone. The pizzeria’s neon sign glows warmly, beckoning the group inside. The decor is simple, with chequered tablecloths and walls adorned with black-and-white photos of the city. The hum of conversation fills the air along with the mouthwatering aroma of dough and melted cheese. As soon as pizzas arrive, everyone dives in, and the next few moments are a blissful blur of flavours and laughter. Steve and Clint engage in a lighthearted debate over the merits of different toppings, while Natasha and Wanda roll their eyes playfully. “So, verdict?” Natasha prompts as you savour a gooey, cheesy bite. “This is definitely worth the hype,” you admit, grinning as Bucky and Steve exchanged triumphant high-fives.

Evenings at the pizza place becomes a cherished ritual, where stories are swapped, secrets are shared, and bonds are strengthened with every delicious bite. The conversations range from silly debates about the best pizza toppings to deeper discussions about dreams and aspirations. One evening, as you’re walking home with Bucky, he gestures to the sky, now a velvety canvas studded with city lights. “You settling in okay?” He asks, a note of genuine care in his voice. “More than okay,” you reply, feeling the truth in the words. “I really feel like I’m starting to find my place here. Thanks for being so welcoming.” “Hey, it helps that you’re awesome,” he says, a hint of a playful wink in his tone. “I’m glad you’ve joined our group. You’re like the missing piece we didn’t know we needed.” You smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “I feel the same way.”

These warm, fun-filled afternoons and evenings create a patchwork of unforgettable memories, each one leaving an indelible mark on your heart. Whether sharing secret pizzas from hidden spots around town or diving into impromptu and passionate debates about superheroes in the coffee shop, each moment is woven into the fabric of your new life. You find solace and joy in these small adventures, the city gradually transforming from an unfamiliar maze into a vibrant backdrop for friendships that deepen with each passing day. They lighten the burden of homesickness, reminding you that, though you left a piece of your heart behind in your hometown, you’ve also gained something precious in return. New York, with its bustling streets and towering skyline, begins to feel less like a stranger and more like an ally in your journey of self-discovery.

One weekend, as Autumn deepens, Natasha suggests a day trip to Central Park. The idea is met with enthusiastic agreement, and soon you’re strolling through the park’s sprawling paths. The crisp air carries the scent of falling leaves, and the sound of laughter echoes as your group weaves through the sea of people enjoying the weekend. “Let’s rent a rowboat,” Wanda suggests, pointing toward the shimmering lake. Her eyes alight with excitement, and the idea is met with an enthusiastic chorus of agreement. You find yourselves drifting leisurely on the lake, the boat gently rocking amidst a backdrop of fiery red and golden trees. As you float, the conversation flows like the water around you - free, easy, and comforting. “Don’t fall overboard, Clint,” Steve jokes as Clint playfully rocks the boat, earning a collective protest that dissolves into laughter. “Central Park is beautiful,” you muse aloud, watching the New York City skyline peek through the trees, a reminder of the city’s constant pulse. “It’s one of my favourite spots,” Natasha admits, closing her eyes and tilting her face toward the sun. “There’s something peaceful about it, even when it’s filled with people.” Taking a moment to breathe it all in, you realise how much you’ve grown to cherish these friends and these moments. Each adventure, whether big or small, adds another layer to your experience, shaping your perspective and your time in New York.

As the day winds down, your group finds a cosy spot on a grassy knoll, sharing a picnic of sandwiches and snacks. The sun begins its descent, painting the sky with vibrant hues of pink and orange, and you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment and gratitude. “This is perfect,” you say softly, and the others murmur in agreement, allowing the tranquil evening to envelop you. As you sit together, exchanging the last stories and plans for future adventures, you come to understand that New York is no longer the city you had to move to; it has become the backdrop for an unexpected new chapter filled with friendships and connections that make leaving not feel so much like losing, but rather like gaining something extraordinary. “Heads up,” Bucky suddenly warns, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before tossing a crumpled napkin across the circle. It lands in Clint’s lap, prompting another bout of laughter and friendly banter, a perfect capstone to an absolutely fulfilling day. These heartwarming moments help etch New York firmly into your heart. In this sprawling metropolis, among newfound friends, you’re no longer just passing through - you’re home.

As the weeks pass, the chilly nip of Autumn gives way to the first hints of winter. The vibrant tapestry of day-to-day life wraps around you, as familiar and comforting as the thick scarf you wear against the breeze. Among friendships that have warmed your transition to New York, your connection with Bucky has grown into something subtle yet undeniably special. In quieter moments, you begin to notice the lingering glances from Bucky - the way his eyes meet yours across the cafeteria table, or during those shared moments of laughter over hot chocolate at the coffee shop. There’s a gentle warmth in his gaze, one that hints at unspoken words and emotions.

During a particularly bright afternoon, with the sky clear and crisp overhead, you find yourself wandering through the school courtyard, joined by Steve and Bucky. The conversation flows easily, punctuated by shared jokes and the occasional interruption of passing students. Just as you pause near a large oak tree, Steve’s lips curl into a mischievous grin. He leans in toward Bucky, his voice low yet distinctively playful. “Dude, you’re staring again. Maybe you should just talk to her about how you feel.” Your heart skips a beat as you catch a glimpse of Bucky’s face - his usual confidence gives way to unexpected vulnerability. A flush creeps into his cheeks, and you pretend to examine something on your phone, giving him a moment to recover. “Shut it, Steve,” Bucky mutters, half embarrassed and half amused, though his eyes never stray far from yours. “I’m just… thinking.” Steve chuckles. “Thinking about how you’re going to ask her out right? Come on, dude, she’s amazing. What are you waiting for?” Bucky rolls his eyes but there’s a spark of something - perhaps reassurance - in his gaze. “Easier said than done. What if I mess it up?” He confesses, his voice just loud enough for you to overhear. Seizing the moment, Steve places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Trust me, you won’t mess it up. Just be yourself. Everyone can see you two have a connection. She likes you, and if you need a distraction to break the ice, try discussing more culinary delicacies of New York. I’m sure there are a few you haven't argued about yet!” Bucky laughs, appreciating the humour. “Yeah, maybe that’ll work. Or I could still mess it up.” Steve nudges Bucky forward, a silent, supportive encouragement before they both catch up to you.

As the three of you resume your walk, the air around seems charged with possibility. Bucky draws a steadying breath, his mood lighter. As he catches your eyes, his gaze filled with newfound resolve. “Hey, Y/N, how about exploring that new bookstore you mentioned? We could grab a bite after.” Surprised yet pleased by the spontaneous invitation, your heart does a little flutter. “I’d love that,” you reply, a hint of excitement in your voice. “I’ve been wanting to check it out.” “Great! Let’s turn this into a little adventure,” he says, the confidence returning to his voice, his smile broadening. With plans set and the afternoon stretching invitingly before you, the walk through the courtyard feels like the first chapter of an unfolding story, one where all the treads slowly weave into something beautiful and unexpected. As the three of you continue with laughter and easy conversation, you can’t help but wonder what new stories and memories await. Though you’ve known Bucky as a friend, anticipation stirs at the prospect of discovering what lies beyond those shared moments - an adventure of its own, filled with vulnerability and potential, and all the wonderful nuances that come with the brave act of opening your heart.

As you, Bucky, and Steve make your way to the bookstore, the city buzzes around you, the crisp air filled with the scents of roasted chestnuts and the chatter of holiday shoppers. The anticipation in your chest is matched only by the excitement bubbling between you and Bucky. Occasionally, he brushes against your arm, and each time sends a spark of electricity through you, gratifying yet charged with unspoken potential. The bookstore comes into view, its fairy-tale exterior adorned with twinkling lights, inviting you inside. The cosy warmth envelops you as you step through the door, and the familiar scent of aged paper and warm coffee greets you, settling a reassuring calm in your heart. “Wow, this place is amazing,” you say, your eyes wide as you take in the rows of bookshelves that stretch towards the ceiling. Bucky glances around with an appreciative smile. “Yeah, it’s one of my favourite spots. They have the best selection. You’ll find anything from classics to obscure titles.”

As you browse the shelves, your fingers glide over the spines of the books, and you make spirited recommendations to each other, exchanging thoughts about stories that captivated you in the past. The love for literature shines in your eyes, and you both discuss your favourite authors and genres, drawing closer as your shared interests tie you together. “Alright, time for a challenge,” Bucky declares, a playful glint in his eyes. “Find a book you think embodies your personality and another that describes mine.” You laugh, intrigued by the challenge. “Deal! But you know I’m going to pick something incredibly obscure just to mess with you.” Bucky chuckles and playfully rolls his eyes. “Bring it on. Just remember, I’m not easily intimidated by literature.” The challenge creates a spirited dynamic between you, and you both dive headfirst into the task. You spot a colourful cover of a whimsical, thought-provoking novel and instinctively feel it screams “Bucky.” “Found it!” You call out, holding it up for him to see. “What about this one? It’s adventurous, light-hearted, and fun. Just like you.” He takes the book, flipping through the pages and grinning. “I’ll take it! This seems right. Now let’s see what you picked for yourself.”

After some searching, Bucky holds up a book with a deep, contemplative cover - an introspective piece about finding one’s place in the world. “It’s perfect! If you hadn’t picked this,” he says, “I would have been worried.” You laugh, your heart swelling at his thoughtfulness. “You know me too well already! But it’s fitting, isn’t it?” It feels as if the world has shrunk around you, leaving just the two of you in this moment. A shared connection exists in the keen understanding you have about one another. But just then, Steve appears at your side, a handful of random titles under his arm. “Alright, bookworms,” he interrupts, smirking. “I’ve got a treasure trove here. What’s everyone’s verdict?” You both laugh and check out the bizarre selections Steve has found - a mix of comedy and absurdity that showcases his light-hearted spirit. The atmosphere is infectious, filled with laughter and shared stories, your friendship blossoming into something more with every passing moment.

With the challenge complete, you migrate toward the cafe nestled at the back of the store, your arms full of carefully chosen books. You order coffee and pastries, the warmth of the drinks contrasting with the Autumn chill outside. Sitting at a small table, you feel a sense of peace wash over you as you share stories over bites of pastries, the conversations flowing seamlessly. “So, Y/N,” Steve says, suddenly grinning impishly, “do you know that Bucky here is quite the art connoisseur?” Bucky’s eyes widen slightly, and he shoots Steve a mock glare. “Seriously? I didn’t say anything about that!” “Oh, come on. You have to tell her about your secret dream to be an art critic!” Steve nudges, clearly enjoying Bucky’s embarrassment. “Art critic?” You ask, intrigued. “I didn’t know you had such hidden talents!” Bucky rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s nothing like that. I just appreciate good art. Sometimes, I… go to galleries on my own.” “See? That’s endearing,” you say, genuinely touched to learn this about him. “I’d love to check one out together someday.” Bucky’s expression softens, visible gratitude shining in his eyes. “I’d like that.”

As the afternoon begins to fade and the daylight outside dims, you find yourselves lingering over your plates and cups, conversations flowing like a soothing current. Bucky shifts slightly, his voice dropping to a more sincere pitch. “I’m really glad we did this. I’ve had so much fun.” “Me too,” you reply with a soft smile, feeling a warm flutter in your chest at the intimacy of the moment. “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you both better. This place, the books, everything - it feels special.” Bucky leans forward, his expression earnest. “I’m glad you’re here, Y/N. You’ve brought a lot of good vibes to our group. It’s nice seeing you fit in so seamlessly.” You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, grateful for his words. “Thank you, Bucky. That means a lot to me.” As you share lingering glances, the air around you seems to shift, thick with unspoken feelings. It’s a comforting silence, filled with the possibility of what might blossom between you. Bucky appears to be grappling with his thoughts, his gaze dropping momentarily before he meets your eyes again. Just then, Steve interrupts, breaking the tension, “Okay, mushy moment over! We’re here to support our friend - and I think Bucky needs to be reminded that he’s, well, not as smooth as he thinks he is!” You laugh, the lightness returning to the mood. Bucky shakes his head, playfully pushing back. “Thanks for that, Steve. Just what I needed - a confidence booster.” “Anytime, buddy. You know I’m here for you - even if it means embarrassing you a little,” Steve says, a broad grin on his face.

With your plates empty and spirits high, you’re all but ready to head out to explore more of the bookstore or the nearby streets when Bucky suddenly leans back in his chair, his expression contemplative. “Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something?” He starts, his voice turning serious. You nod, curiosity piqued, even as a small part of you tenses in anticipation. “Of course - what’s up?” “I was wondering… if you might want to hang out again sometime. Just us,” he says, his tone earnest, the slight hint of vulnerability surfacing as he searches your eyes for a response. Your heart races at his proposal. “I’d love that, Bucky.” You can’t help but smile brightly, and you notice his shoulders visibly relax, relief washing over his features. “Great,” he replies softly, almost as if he’s testing the weight of his own words. “Maybe we could hit up that art gallery I mentioned? Or I could cook for you sometime. My… speciality is pasta.” You laugh, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you like a comforting hug. “How about both? I’ll hold you to that pasta promise!” Bucky’s grin widens, and you feel an electrifying connection between you. “It’s a date then.”

You finish your drinks, and as you all rise to leave, excitement courses through you, mingling with the thrill possibility for what lies ahead. Outside, the city hums with life, the evening sky shrouded in hues of deep indigo and the sparkle of stars emerging as dusk settles around you. As you walk back to the subway station, the three of you share light banter, but a subtle undercurrent of anticipation lingers in the air, the tension between you and Bucky softening further with each step. You glance at him, catching his eye again, and this time, there’s a different kind of spark - a promise of potential and the beginning of something exciting. As you part ways with Steve just outside the station, you watch as he heads off, leaving you and Bucky on the corner, the city lights dancing around you both. “So…” Bucky starts, taking a small step closer, the atmosphere thick with unspoken words. “I’m really glad Steve encouraged me to ask you out today. It’s nice not just having you as a friend, you know?” “Yeah, I feel that too,” you say, trying to control the flutter in your stomach. “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you. And it’s been great to see the layers behind your quiet charm.” Bucky chuckles softly, scratching the back of his neck in that endearing way you’ve grown to find irresistible. “Well, if things keep going this way, I’ll have to work on showing you even more of what’s behind those layers.” “Deal.” You share an earnest smile, the city sparkling in the background as the moment hangs between you - full of potential and warmth, with the promise of adventure lying ahead. And as you step into the subway, your heart races at the thought of what this budding connection with Bucky could grow into, cementing your place not only in the bustling city but also within the bonds of friendship that are expanding into something beautifully unforeseen.

#marvel fluff #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #avengers x reader au #avengers au #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #steve rogers #sam wilson #clint barton #mcu fic #mcu #mcu fanfiction #reader au #marvel au #the New York Chronicles

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une-sanz-pluis · 3 months ago

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Excerpt from the Will of Edward, 2nd Duke of York

I bequeath the best sword and dagger that I have to my lord the King … also that my saddles and harnesses be equally divided amongst my henchmen, except that I wish that Rokell should have the best… I bequeath to Thomas Pleistede £20 in recognition for the graciousness that he showed to me when I was imprisoned in Pevensey. I bequeath to Philip Beauchamp my mail shirt that he wears and that was given to me by the earl of Huntingdon, may God absolve him, and in addition, my sword that he carries and £10. I bequeath to Thomas Beauchamp my brigandines, faced in red velvet chequered black and white and £10. I bequeath to John Popham my new brigandines of red velvet that Grove made for me, the bassinet that I wear and my best horse, except the above. I bequeath to Diprant my small mail shirt, the plate armour that my lord the Prince gave me called a breastplate [Brestplate], the plackart that belonged to my lord my father, may God absolve him, my huvette [houfett] and my steel skull-cap.

Karen Watts, "Armour at Agincourt – The Will of Edward, Duke of York", in The Battle of Agincourt: The Illustrated Companion (Yale University Press 2015)

Notes:

Watts' breakdown of the will is primarily interested in the evidence it reveals of the armour worn at the the Battle of Agincourt. However, it's worth pulling a few things out. The will was written at Harfleur a few weeks before the Battle of Agincourt, where York was killed - the highest ranking casualty. It was written in the aftermath of the Southampton Plot, where his younger brother, Richard, Earl of Cambridge, was executed for plotting against Henry V.

The bequest to the king:

The duke of York's first bequest is not to his family but to his king, Henry V ('mon Seignour, le Roy') and it is appropriately military and symbolic - his prized sword and dagger. It also reveals that the sword and dagger were personally owned knightly weapons.

It is probably not too surprising that York's first bequest was to Henry V, given that York had no children of his own and his brother and heir had very recently been executed. His sister, Constance of York, survived him by a little over a year but there are obvious reasons why he wouldn't bequeath her military items. York might have also been hoping that the request would result in Henry's care or acceptance of his young nephew and heir - the future Richard, Duke of York - but it's not clear from this excerpt if his nephew was mentioned. Given the context the excerpt was made in, it does seem striking that York doesn't bequeath his nephew any arms or armour.

I bequeath to Thomas Pleistede £20 in recognition for the graciousness that he showed to me when I was imprisoned in Pevensey.

York was imprisoned in Pevensey Castle in 1405 after being accused by his sister, Constance, of being involved in a conspiracy against Henry IV.

I bequeath to Philip Beauchamp my mail shirt that he wears and that was given to me by the earl of Huntingdon, may God absolve him, and in addition, my sword that he carries and £10.

I love the relationships and intimacies these items reveal.

Watts identifies Philip Beauchamp as an esquire of the duke's. The Earl of Huntingdon was possibly John Holland, the half-brother of Richard II who was killed for his part in the Epiphany Rising in 1400, or Guichard d'Angle, who died in 1380 and had been a companion of Edward the Black Prince. I think Holland is the more likely figure.

Watts identifies Thomas Beauchamp as part of York's household but singles out John Popham as "the most interesting" figure - he served on the campaign, where he was apparently knighted. He also received a life rent from York's manor of Vastern.

The items are given in detail. York apparently was a fan of a brigandine - "a body defence consisting of small plates riveted inside a textile covering" - as he had "many personal brigandines, including new ones produced by a recognised maker."

The plackart that belonged to York's father - Edmund of Langley - is a "plate defence" for the lower torso and could be worn with the brigandine - "yet another step towards full chest protection". But the latest development in that regard is the "breastplate" given to York by Henry V (when he was Prince of Wales) that York apparently believed needed to be explained and named. It was plate armour that finally protected the full chest.

#edward 2nd duke of york #henry v #the battle of agincourt #wills #historian: karen watts

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bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus · 11 months ago

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Winter Solstice Writing Event!

Thank you @cuckoo-on-a-string for making this event and letting me take part this year!

Okay, so I've written a small, albeit slightly confusing, short from my original work! It's quite a personal piece, I'm basically using a self-insert here lol to somehow write away my stress as a med student- as well as toying with a new character concept.

For context, the short is set after a disaster involving Cain and a group of women who have been instructed by Satan to destroy Cain. However, one of these women ended up betraying the group, allowing Cain to massacre them, as she couldn't bring herself to kill her own son (I'm sure you can guess who this woman is now lol).

Excuse the grammar mishaps and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of struggling mental health and violence.

“So, how have you been settling in?”

Ah, she had spoken the sacred words and now Nasrin had to make the difficult decision of whether it was appropriate to answer honestly, precisely measure the exact extent of honesty or just simply lie.

They sat opposite each other, like opponents in a heated game of chess. Except, instead of ornate pieces on a very posh chequered board, between Nasrin and her tutor was a desk with two steaming cups of tea and a small plate of biscuits, delicately placed in an appealing pile, calling out for the girl to grab them by the fistful and shove them down her mouth. She was actually starving, having skipped breakfast to make it to this meeting. Nasrin had banked on her internal clock waking her up in time once she switched her alarm off, except that hadn’t happened and the poor girl had woken up with only ten minutes to get out the door and to her module review.

“Good!” She smiled, crossing one leg over the other. “Yeah, good. Been settling in well.”

“That’s great to hear. I know it can be difficult and a big change. I’m assuming you came straight from secondary school, right? No gap year?”

She nodded.

“How have you been handling the workload?”

“It’s a lot but I’m coping.”

“Yeah. It’s a big jump, isn’t it?”

“Yup,” she replied, her cheeks growing tired from keeping that polite smile on her face.

Nasrin could feel something rising in her. This year had been rough. Absolutely rough. What was supposed to be a fresh start, had began with tears, trauma and madness. Her blank slate had been tainted… with the literal Mark of Cain.

The girl couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she was in danger. It had finished. The Incident. And yet, Nasrin felt she was still somehow there. She had moved to a different universe, to a different part of the country, to the university of her dreams, doing a degree she had wanted to do for years, and still, she was back there.

Dried blood had made her clothes stiff. Her muscles had burned, aching, screaming for her to just give up. She had been on the ground, helpless, cut down by his men. As she looked up, through the eyeholes of her mask, a layer of sweat building on her face, Nasrin watched as he took one of the others by her hair, dragging her across the floor. The amber glow of dying fires surrounded them, along with screams. The rolling flames were reflected in her glossy eyes, adrenaline soaring through her, but doing little, apart from making her pulse pound in her ears.

He was there mere metres from her, open, no guards around him, dragging Nasrin’s comrade like she was naught but a heavy sack. He had a limp thanks to that huge gash in his thigh, a gift from Nasrin herself, when she had managed to get close enough.

Cain.

There had been a plan. A nice, simple plan. Everything had been accounted for: all possibilities apart from betrayal. The one who they had all looked up to couldn’t bring herself to do what needed to be done.

Nasrin remembered it all too well. The hole. The tear in space-time. Someone giving word to Cain and his men. The perfect window for revenge.

What should have been ‘detain and defeat’ became a fight for their lives.

Pick it up!

“What?” she had whispered.

Pick it up!

A disembodied voice growled in her head.

The sword! The sword is there! Pick it up!

Pick it up!

It demanded with heavy disdain for her. She was pathetic, writhing in her own blood, like a maggot in filth. Helpless. Weak. Beaten.

You’re supposed to be strong! You’re supposed to cope! Pick. It. Up.

She had pushed herself off the ground with all the strength she had. Then, she crawled forward, feeling around for whatever weapon that voice was hinting at. Once it was within arm’s reach, her fingers curled around the hilt and-

Now, lie.

Suddenly, Nasrin was back in the room, under flickering white ceiling light, with her tutor in front of her, staring at her with mild concern.

“Nasrin?” the woman asked, tilting her head to one side, “You alright, dear? You look a bit pallid.”

Lie.

“I’m fine. Just recovering from fresher’s flu, you know how it is,” Nasrin chuckled nervously.

“Oh of course! Always something going around. Just looking at your self-reflection, you mentioned you had anxiety, how have you been finding coping with that?”

This was probably a good opportunity to find out where the counselling services were for healthcare students, but the girl’s eyes fell on the clock on the wall behind her tutor. Was it even right to open this Pandora’s box right at the tail-end of their meeting? Drop a massive bomb on her tutor, admit she was actually not doing alright and then piss off back to her accommodation?

Lie.

He thought she should lie. The stupid, overbearing eldritch fuckwit in the back of her mind. He was one to bloody talk, being so-called all-powerful and all-knowing and yet being completely blindsided by The Incident and Cain’s subsequent rampage.

At the same time, though, a part of Nasrin that wasn’t governed by the literal Devil, also thought it best to just lie and take her leave. It was embarrassing, coming into a degree and a job that you knew damn well was stressful as all hell and having a condition which makes you struggle with stress. She was a medical student for crying out loud! How would it look if a medical student, a future doctor, was riddled with anxiety?

Furthermore, why the fuck was she doing a damn medical degree when her part-time job was being a literal acolyte of Satan?!

What was she doing here?

And how had she not broken down already?

You’re supposed to be strong.

Ah, that was it.

#winter solstice writing event #writing #orginal work #original wip #winter solstice 2023

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nichenarratives · 1 year ago

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Hurricane Heller 5

A Niche Narratives Fanficiton

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[Trigger warnings: Period typical antisemitism; anti-semitic slur use; graphic depictions of violence and gun violence; minor character death; mentions of gore]

5. Slanderous Details

Time moves slowly, but Mordecai is patient. Intent on ruining Jimbo from the ground up, he makes ample time not only to gather intel, but to flourish from a frightened young Jewish boy into the man his bar mitzvah celebrated. Jimbo's antics aside - which get slowly less severe - Mordecai focuses his attention on his standing with Mr Fiores and the company, biding his time and carefully altering his appearance to appeal to the underboss specifically.

Doing so is easy; he mimics tailored suits, monogrammed cufflinks and pointed Italian loafers, invests in a silver plated tie pin, even curating his posture and accent (he ditched the New York rustic for clear enunciation) to sound professional and look confident. He even invests in a fedora, though he rarely wears it, finding the ear restriction annoying.

Eight months down the line, after finally deciding it's time to enact his revenge, Mordecai skips work to spend time with his family instead. He draws (awfully) with Rose, engages Esther in a brief game of chequers (he won) and helps his mother with preparations for dinner (brisket and tzimmes, a family favourite), all the while watching the clock, knowing his future is inevitable.

His familial bliss is frequently interrupted by a whisper in the recesses of conscious thought that's convinced it's going to backfire. Perhaps that's why he makes time for each of the women in his life, to ensure they carry fond memories of him should the worst occur, but he won't let a mere possibility dictate his choices. His family are counting on him to succeed.

With everyone tucked safely into bed by ten, Mordecai sets to work becoming Elijah Katz; he slicks back wayward hair, clips a collar around his neck and dons his best three piece over a crisp, white shirt. Going through his collection of ties, the tom pauses on red silk thumbing the soft material in thought before extracting it from the drawer.

Despite being new to the temple, Nataliya's family brought the tie as their bar mitzvah gift for the young tom, presenting it privately as they left the event after realising the rest of the congregation gathered their finances for a commemorative gift. It's still the finest in his expanding collection, a striking colour as vivid as fresh blood as he fixes it over his shirt. It feels fitting for the occasion.

The routine of dressing for the part quells the negative voice questioning his methodology. Now isn't the time for second guesses or insecurity. Meeting his reflection's gaze while he tightens his tie to his throat, Mordecai is hit with a sense of peace. Everything collated, analysed and recorded since his assault have led to this evening, he's on the precipice of the future, whatever it may bring.

His pulse remains steady, his mind clear of doubt; he's never been more prepared.

Finally, he retrieves his most treasured possession; a silver plated pocket watch, the dust cover delicately etched with a series of interlocking cogs of all sizes. Presented by mother, the entire congregation pooled their funds and purchased it, to commemorate his first steps into manhood. He thumbs its etched cover affectionately, then clicks it open.

Almost eleven. Mordecai frowns and snapping it shut, slips the watch into his waistcoat pocket, making sure to secure it to a safety chain. Evisceration beacons.

His arrival at the launderette is uneventful. The enforcers in the lobby let him pass with only the briefest of looks, having become accustomed to his nightly visits. None of them are seemingly aware he's early, but that doesn't bother him; his business and theirs are very different focal points. They wait for direction, then savagely hunt their prey, while the tuxedo finds his own deserving targets. Like Jimbo.

Mordecai pauses at the door, makes final adjustments to his tie pin to disguise a steadying breath, then knocks. Almost immediately, it's wrenched open by a bodyguard, taking the adolescent slightly off guard. Before he can even request an audience with Mr Fiores, he's roughly dragged into the back room by a bicep and thrown into another lackey, who swiftly relieves him of his satchel and letter opener before forcing him to sit in a vacant chair.

Mordecai masks raised hackles and anxious tail flickers with a sour glare before pointedly brushing the creases out of his jacket sleeve. A chuckle flows around the room, all enjoying his irritation, except for the bodyguard going through his bag. Mr Fiores regards the events with indifference while a cigar belches smoke between fat fingers, the underboss seemingly almost bored, but intensely focused He knows I wasn't at the tracks.

He knows Jimbo likely snitched on his absence, sending a runner to incriminate him as soon as the clock ticked past nine. It's an inconvenience, but one Mordecai anticipated and prepared for. Knowing there's no point acting ignorant, he glances at Fiores for permission to speak. A silent wave of a palm, an expectant glare, and Mordecai has the floor.

"To begin, I assume you are aware of James' vendetta," he states. Anyone who's spoken to Jimbo in the last nine months knows of the Yid he's forced to manage and how much he despises the boy. "I wish to preface this discussion with assurance that the information I'm about to provide is not related to our disagreement, nor motivated by monetary gain."

Both statements are lies yet convincingly shared, not an iota of deception in his tone. He pauses there, awaiting leave to continue as Fiores seems to consider these claims with an extended draw on his cigar. After what seems like a lifetime, he's once again given the floor. Mordecai is only just getting started. "While my concerns are based on numerous inconsistencies, first and foremost, I must admit to being privy to sensitive information I fear I should not have been. At least, I assume a 'bookie' shouldn't have access to intake or purchase ledgers."

There's a subtle change in Fiores' expression, a narrowing of the eyes. He's paying attention. Mordecai pointedly looks at the man still holding his satchel and holds out a hand for its return. A second of subtle eye contact with Mr Fiores and it's handed over without difficulty. The tuxedo places the bag on the table and extracts numerous ledgers, passing each of them to the lackey to present to their boss.

With Jimbo shirking his work for months even before he'd settled on torturing Mordecai, it was easy to gather evidence of his laziness. The man willingly supplied almost everything in the notebook by foisting the majority of his duties onto the adolescent bookkeeper. Access to ledgers he shouldn't see made it easy to make duplicates with very subtle changes to final figures. The final part of his plan.

Mordecai meticulously fabricated a minor difference in every ledger in the last eight months; fifty cents or a dollar at most per day. It could be a forgotten bet or an annulled payout, a write-off most companies would swallow. The organisation is certainly capable of doing so, but Mordecai is relying on two factors; that a lowly bookie has had access to records, then those record were seemingly edited by a bet or two in between Mordecai and Jimbo.

He needs only to highlight the 'problem.'

"As a prudent man, I track my monthly income carefully," he continues once Mr Fiores has the ledgers, even if he doesn't open them. He's aware the man hates to read without true cause. "Based on the percentage we agreed not correlating with my salary, I created duplicates of ledgers placed on my workload to assess potential miscommunications, yet found nothing, which leads me to conclude my numbers and those submitted as final reports are inconsistent."

"I hope you realise what you're doing, Katz." Mr Fiores sits forward, leaning over the table to get into Mordecai's face. Dark ears fold back as the scent of cigar smoke permeates the air. "Tell me plain. I want to be sure you know how serious it is, before I look in these books."

When he first started working for Mr. Fiores, Mordecai would have folded then and there, stuttering - possibly begging - to have his books back and make a hasty exit. He'd been just a kid back then, a desperate and stupid kid getting way over his head in a dangerous profession. But that stupid kid has changed, and Mordecai holds his gaze without an issue, his tone flat and level. "I believe James Heartfell is embezzling funds from the organisation, with the intent of framing me."

Fiores stares back at him for a heartbeat, then two. Neither yields, the young lad tightening his jaw, until the underboss smiles and takes a toke of his cigar inches from Mordecai's muzzle. "You've grown into those suits, boy." The smoke burns his sinuses, but the tuxedo cat dare not flinch. "Let's hope you've not gotten too big for your boots on the way."

The next few hours are spent in relative silence. Mr Fiores has the official ledgers brought out to compare to the duplicates recently supplied, but it's obvious within the first ten minutes he's picked up on the differences. He has a lackey keeping track of each inconsistency, totalling up their phantom funds through all eight months of books, leading up to just three weeks after the assault and beginning of the disagreements.

As architect of the whole scheme, Mordecai sits quietly at the opposite end of the table, speaking when addressed or not at all. To his pleasant surprise, he's offered refreshments an hour into the arrangement and gladly accepts some tea. It's the first time he's tasted Earl Gray, a blend far too expensive for his monthly budget, and he honestly can't tell if it's superior blend or circumstances, but it tastes sublime.

Another hour or so - and another perfect cup of tea - Fiores has finished assessing the duplicate ledgers and informed Mordecai they won't be returned. He's completely fine with it; they've served their purpose. The underboss will probably burn them to disguise his own apparent failures once Jimbo makes his appearance at the launderette and by extension, remove any evidence of Mordecai's deception. A win-win.

When the man of the hour arrives, his welcome is similar to the one Mordecai endured; he's dragged into the back room by his tie and thrown into another bodyguard, who roughly removes his side arm, switchblade and ledgers. The young tom just sips his tea nonchalantly as an attempt to complain is met with a swift crack of fist to bone and a grunt of pain, a combination that gives Mordecai a moment's pause before he resumes enjoying his Earl Gray.

In his peripheral vision, Jimbo is manhandled to face Fiores as the day's ledgers are handed over. A trickle of red below a nostril soaking dull brown pelt and pooling above Jimbo's lip indicates he took the punch directly on the snout. A small smile touches Mordecai's lips for a half a second before his nonchalant mask is firmly back in place.

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. As soon as Jimbo clocks the monochromatic feline lounging within a chair, he murrs angrily and pulls against the hands holding him securely in place. "What th'fuck you said 'bout me, boy? Huh?! I'll wring your scrawny ne-!"

A swift kick to the back of a knee silences Jimbo's rants. His legs collapse and he sags with a gasp in their' grasp, until one of them grabs his hair and yanks his head up, forcing the pathetic man to meet Mr Fiores' gaze. The underboss is staring, smoking yet another cigar, and Jimbo goes pale in his scathing crosshairs. It's a look no one ever wants to get from a mob boss. "M-Mr Fiores, sir! Whatever he said, you know it ain't right. He's a lazy, lyin' heeb trying to-"

"On the contrary," Fiores interrupts briskly, not once looking away from the tawny feline. His voice seems to bring an end to his struggling and Jimbo hangs like a ragdoll, supported only by the two goons at his sides. "It would seem Katz worked exceptionally hard for the last few months, at the very least. What I'd like to know, before we get into details, is why he's been doing your duties on top of his own."

Before he can explain, the grifter is thrown to the floor and a boot pressed to his back to keep him there. The underboss leans closer around the table, thick smoke seeping out from between stained teeth as he speaks. "Denying it won't work either, Heart. He brought evidence - hundreds of duplicates, all of ledgers he shouldn't even have seen."

The last word is delivered with a kick. Jimbo cries out as a steel toe capped boot cracks against his jaw. There's another crack, a whimper, and despite his resolve, Mordecai flinches; he's not privy to much violence in his role as a bookkeeper. While Jimbo deserves every ounce of pain he's receiving, it doesn't make it any easier for the adolescent to witness. He sets down his tea and closes his eyes, focusing on keeping his expression level, not wishing to seem affected.

"Haven't we been good enough to you?" Fiores asks next, leaning down to the bleeding, whimpering mess at his feet, fake disbelief in his tone. Hot ash falls to the man's back as the underboss looms over his prone form. "I gave you a job, a purpose, and this is how you repay me? Stealing, without the self respect to accept responsibility for your choice? I thought we had an agreement, Jimbo. An understanding."

A slight hand motion, and the boot comes off Jimbo's back. The man scrambles to his knees, sobbing and pleading, all pretenses of bravery abandoned as he begs. "I-I'm sorry for passin' on jobs! I didn't th-think it was a big deal! I won't do it again, I won't! But I swear on m-me Mam I ain't been takin' no money! I promise! That kike-"

When he cuts off with a gasp so swiftly after using another slur, the young feline dares can't help but open his eyes to see what transpired. He finds Jimbo frozen on all fours at the underboss' feet, eyes wide and pupils constricted as he stares down the barrel of his own side arm, Fiores leveling it to the man's forehead with an almost detached tiredness.

"I don't like liars," the man states. It takes all of Mordecai's self control to not shudder at that simple statement, knowing what's unfolding is his own doing, based on lies. Fiores casually pulls back the firing pin, the low click echoing in the silent room as the monochrome tom feels his heart beat harder in his chest. "I don't like people who steal from me either, because people who steal from me are idiots. There's no time for idiots in my business, Heart. Even ones I trusted."

Sharp yellow eyes shift to Mordecai. The feline freezes as with a single finger, Fiores beckons the adolescent over, an invitation he knows he's expected to accept. His legs leaden and heavy, it's an immense effort to stand and make his way around the table, his own gaze fixing on Jimbo's frightened gaze as he does, both their fates uncertain in Fiores' hand.

It's only when the pistol, the serial number scratched off and buffed away, is pressed into his palm that Mordecai knows how this is going to end.

"It won't bite," Fiores mutters, his breath so close the heat of it raises the hairs on his arm. A titter of laughter lilts around the room as tentatively, Mordecai closes a hand around the handle. The smooth metal is cold to the touch, lighter than anticipated, but a little too large for his adolescent hand to manage. "There you go, son. Wasn't that easy?"

A meaty hand still wrapped firmly around the tom's, Fiores levels the barrel with Jimbo's head once more. Jimbo looks terrified, his whole body shaking, the stench of fear wafting off his pelt almost suffocating. Mordecai attempts to lower it but Fiores resists, adjusting the barrel to the center of the cowering man's forehead even as the adolescent's arm also begins to shake with uncontainable fear.

Stabilizing his aim, Fiores teases the boy's index finger off the handle and places it over the trigger, pressing down with his own to make sure it can't slip off. The trigger resists their pressure, the mechanisms within primed for purpose, the power of life or death resting in his palm. Just a few pounds of pressure separate him from an irreversible action.

"One shot between the eyes is all it takes, Little Bookie." Fiores whispers, flexing his index finger. "One well-aimed bullet will fell any man, even one built like a brick shithouse. All you have to do is-"

Fiores compresses the lad's finger on the trigger, pushing past the minimum force limit. The single shot sounds like an explosion in the small launderette back room, ricocheting off walls and compounding inside Mordecai's ringing ears. He flinches, black dots dancing in front of his eyes as anxiety and fear conspire to erase any complex thoughts, heartbeat so harsh in his throat the splatter if brain matter on his face is felt in excessive and revolting definition.

Not prepared for what just transpired - the sounds, the smell of gunpowder, the iron taste in the air or the blowback on his face - he drops the gun almost as soon as it's discharged, which clatters to the tiled floor. Laughter envelopes the room as dry heaving, Mordecai collapses against the table and frantically searches every pocket for a handkerchief.

Whether it's guilt or morbid curiosity, he can't help but look back when Jimbo's lifeless body tumbles to the floor, hole in his head openly smoking, with the acrid smells of burnt flesh and singed hair joining the onslaught of new scents. Finding his handkerchief, Mordecai immediately wipes his face and neck free of blood and tissue even as blood leaks out of the lifeless man at his feet.

A heavy hand on his shoulder almost knocks Mordecai over, but Fiores' smile is genuine when he turns around. He looks almost proud, creating a sick sensation in the adolescent's gut as he's patted on the back. He's offered another cup of tea - politely declined, to no one's surprise - then lead to the front of the launderette with promises of a raise if he'll accept Jimbo's old job, Fiores' men clearing up the 'mess' they left behind without a word.

When he gets home, he washes his face seven times before bed. Uncomfortably stiff in his sheets, Mordecai stares at the ceiling as he reflects on the evening. In essence, his scheme worked perfectly; Jimbo was removed from the company, is no longer a threat, and Mordecai inherited his better paid job. He'll be able to afford to rent a room, finally separate his family from the sordid affairs in which he engages wntirely, while earning enough to keep them housed and saving to move.

Despite his success, Mordecai doesn't sleep that night. With fresh memories of Jimbo's lifeless corpse haunting his mind when he closes his eyes, he's not sure he ever will again.

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