#Sitara fic

[doom-cookie1]

Chapter 1. There Is No Moon In Hell

When Sitara had left her cloister in Waterdeep to embark on her quest to Baldur's Gate, she hadn't been sure what to expect. She knew only that she had to go and that, according to her mentor, she would 'do that which she had always been destined to do.' She had not needed to know more, her faith and trust in her godess unquestionable.

That being said, waking up on a Nautiloid ship after having an illithid tadpole slither its way behind her eyeball wasn't exactly the start to her adventure she had been hoping for. Did she mention that said Nautiloid ship was currently hurtling through Avernus with no signs of stopping? So far, her 'destiny' sucked.

At least she wasn't alone. An intellect devourer and a Githyanki made for odd companions, but Lae'zel was an effective fighter and Us seemed content to follow her command, at least for the moment. Which was good, because Sitara was feeling much weaker in terms of power than she should.

She had maybe two good spells in her, after that she'd be relying on the mace in her hand and a handful of cantrips. Whether that was because Avernus had no moon, or the tadpole had weakened her, she couldn't be sure. Either way, there was no time to dwell, Us had led them into a larger control room. Not that Sitara had time to really look around before her attention was drawn to the pod on the left side of the room.

"You!" The woman inside screamed, pounding on the glass. "Get me out of this damn thing!"

"We have no time for stragglers!" Lae'zel asserted.

"I'm not just going to leave her here," Sitara replied.

"Hey," she said, addressing the woman, "I'm going to get you out of there, alright? Just hang on."

The woman seemed to relax some at her words. "Try that contraption next to the pod, they did something to it when they sealed me in."

Sitara examined the odd machine. It, like the rest of the the ship, was an amalgamation of alien technology and living tissue. She couldn't make much sense of it, but there did look to be a slot for something to be placed inside.

"It looks like it needs some kind of key," she said.

"The one that locked me in here went through there," the woman told her and gestured towards the nearest sphincter-like door.

"I'll be right back," Sitara promised her.

"Hurry, please!" She begged, voice once again bordering on hysterical.

Sitara took off and Lae'zel followed. She was a bit surprised the Githyanki hadn't abandoned her, but she was grateful all the same. There would be time for thanks later, though. Provided they survived.

There was another pod in the room, another woman trapped inside. Sitara approached with no hesitation and banged on the glass.

"Hey, can you hear me!?" She shouted. But the woman inside gave no response.

"Leave her," Lae'zel said. "She appears half-dead already. The other one at least looks capable of fighting."

Sitara glared, but did not argue. Lae'zel wasn't wrong, but that didn't mean she had to like it. She silently begged the trapped woman's forgiveness before moving on to the dead woman on the floor.

A quick search of her pockets revealed a strange rune stone, perfectly shaped for the slot on the living machine. As she ran back down the small stair case, she stopped at what she assumed was the control panel. It looked similar to one that needed a key, but there was no slot for one.

As Sitara placed her hand against it, her head pulsed with the connection. Whatever was on the other end of the machine was giving an order, commanding the woman in the pod to -

Change.

Sitara yanked her hand from the machine as if it had burned her. Behind her, the half-dead woman woke and began to scream.

"Oh, no," she whispered under her breath.She rounded the side of the pod quickly to look inside. She wished she hadn't.

It is one thing, to read about how mind flayers are born. How the flesh splits and bones break. But to see it for herself, to hear it, the gory wet sounds and cracking bones. The inhuman screeching and clicking from newformed vocal chords, a mockery of a baby's first cry.

"Kaincha, changed at the pull of a lever. How?" Lae'zel exclaimed. "If we are not purified, this may be our fate."

'No', Sitara thought. 'It cannot be.' Whatever destiny Selûne had in mind for her, becoming illithid was not it, of that much she was certain.

"I'm sorry," She said softly to the creature in the pod as she backed towards the door. "I'm sorry."

Sitara returned to the other room and placed the rune in its designated slot. She reached her hand out to the machine. . . and hesitated. Would it change her, like the other?

The woman in question pressed herself as close to the glass as she could.

"What are you waiting for? Open it!"

Save her or damn her, either way Sitara could not stay idle. She whispered a quick prayer under her breath and made contact with the console.

That strange tingling flooded into her mind again, only this time instead of listening to a command meant for another, she felt that she could give one.

'Open,' she thought, and pushed her will into the neural pathway of the machine.

A hitch.

A click.

And the sound of released pressure as the lid of the pod rose up and the woman inside pitched forward as she fell out.

Sitara darted forward, just managing to catch her before she hit the ground, arms wrapped tight around her waist.

"Easy, easy, get your feet under you," she said as the woman gripped her shoulders and slowly straightened up.

"I though that damn thing was going to be my coffin," she breathed. "Thank you-"

They both flinched back from eachother as their minds connected. The woman was indeed thankful, but a wariness clung to her thoughts. She distrusted Lae'zel's presence, and the intellect devourer.

The connection faded as the Githyanki crossed her arms and glared, but remained silent.

"You keep dangerous company," the woman spoke.

"More like she's keeping me," Sitara said. "Besides, dangerous company is what you need in a fight."

"Fair point," she agreed. "Looks like there's plenty of fighting ahead. Let me come with you, we can get off this ship and watch each other's backs along the way."

"I'll take all the help I can get. I'm Sitara, and that's Us," she gestured to the little brain. "Don't worry, Us isn't a threat for now, thinks we're thralls."

"Shadowheart," she introduced herself. An interesting name, Sitara wondered if she chose it herself or if her parents named her such. "One moment," she said, and turned back to the pod and fished something out of the bottom.

"What's that?" Sitara asked. She hadn't gotten a good look, but maybe it was some kind of weapon, like the throwing bulbs she'd found on some of dead mind flayers.

"It's nothing, trust me."

"Enough of this chatter," Lae'zel cut in impatiently. "We need to get to the helm. Now!"

"She's right," Shadowheart nodded. "Lead on."

It was like the set up to a bad joke. Two half-elfs, a Githyanki, a Mind Flayer and a Cambion, all converge on the helm of a crashing Nautiloid ship. Which one of them would manage to land the damn thing?

Sitara herself, it turned out, and only barely. The Cambion had managed to kill the Mind Flayer fairly quickly, and had wasted no time in turning his flaming sword on them.

Lae'zel had held her own against him well enough with help from Us as Sitara and Shadowheart made their way to the transponder, picking off the small fry. Sitara had used her two good spells to heal Lae'zel from a distance as best she could, and still the Githyanki looked to be hanging on by a thread when Sitara finally reached the tentacled transponder.

As soon as she touched it, she could understand its function. This ship could travel near anywhere in the realms, but there was only one Sitara was concerned with.

Just as she put the necessary tentacles together, a giant red dragon slammed itself into the side of the ship! Sitara was frozen with fear as it stuck it's head inside and blew a column of fire straight at her. The ship lurched at she lost her footing, threatening to send her flying! She held on to the fleshy machinery through sheer force of will, and with a final push, managed to grab onto the controls.

'Faerûn,' she commanded, and the ship gave a hard jolt as it warped from one realm to another. A deep metallic groan sounded from deep in the ship as the already damaged vessel finally cracked in two and began to fall in earnest.

Sitara could feel the return of the moons presence in her soul, but it wouldn't do her much good as she fell to the ground.

'Please,' she prayed, 'this cannot be the end.'

Just as she was about to make contact with the ground, she suddenly stopped, and a masculine voice spoke inside her head.

'It is not.'

Sitara dropped the last few feet onto the sand and knew no more

[dozecoin]

gaging interest for a fic

thinking abt writing a danger days/watch dogs 2 crossover fic. basically dr death ends up sending out a sort of sos radio signal after finding out about dedsec and the crew intercepts it and travels to the zones to help take down bl/ind and battery city. this would be post fab four and during california,, i imagine they'd end up meeting the girl and the vs through cherri cola (or dr death if it's pre val killing him) and sort of working alongside the girl to help take battery city down. anyone lmk if the premise sounds interesting enough to do??? i don't know how many people are fans of both watch dogs and danger days but i had a vision so

[angeltrafalgar]

Chapter 13 is outt

[anulithots]

TW for suicidal/self-deprecating thoughts for Anuli.

Yea so I thought the dead character and my main character would get along if they met.

... not me thinking up fix it fics for my own WIP. Definitely not. /s

@waitingforthesunrise @sm-writes-chaos @holdmyteaplease @full-on-sam @awleeofficial @clearcloudlesssky @gummybugg

Let me know if you wish to be added/removed to the tag list <3

[swanimagines]

WATCH DOGS AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR WATCH DOGS

Aiden Pearce

Marcus Holloway

The Wrench

Jordi Chin

Dušan Nemec

Sitara Dhawan (coming)

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[sitara-dawn]

Hi Sitara! I just wanna say... I love your fanfics! So I have a curious question on something, what made you immediately sold or started shipping Adam and Lute or Dickmaster x Dangertits aka Guitarspear? 🎸🤍

Thank you so much! ♥️

What made me start shipping them? Probably the episode taking place in Heaven. I liked their interactions and them singing during the courtroom scene, but we still didn’t know much about either to really get me invested

Then Adam’s death scene happened and that one exchange spoke VOLUMES about their relationship and dynamic. This wasn’t some simple matter of a loyal soldier and commander, nah — they loved each other. Adam smiling genuinely and Lute being reduced to tears told me that their relationship went a lot deeper than what little we were shown.

So that’s when I started shipping them! I set out to find some fics for them, became immediately disappointed with the selection and interpretations of their dynamic, so I wrote my own and just kept sinking deeper and deeper into the ship.

Thanks for the ask!

[weebotaku21]

Hello there everyone. I am Sitara and some of you may know me previously as @sitarawrites. Well this is my new account after deactivation. I am a resident doctor. I like reading fics for jjk , aot , mha and k dramas.

[creativityobsessed]

I desperately need the Sitara + Priya friendship fic, like NOW.

[https-cyber-slxt]

Cuddling/Sleeping H/Cs

Watch Dogs 2

Marcus

Big Spoon (ofc)

Makes him feel safe knowing you're safe in his arms

Has crushed you by accident a few times in his sleep

If he's still awake while you're asleep, he'll snap a few pics and send them to Wrench to make him jealous

Likes to bury his face in your hair, your scent makes him fall asleep easier

Will "try" and hum you to sleep if you're unable to

Loud snorer, you can hear it from the living room

Matching Pajamas.

Sitara

Likes both positions, but prefers little spoon

Face in neck type of girl

Has "accidentally" sneezed a few times in your face while sleeping, causing you to wake up with a blocked nose a few times

Sleep talks, sleep talked about hacking one time, you stayed up listening to the whole thing

Soft snorer, light but you can still hear it across the room

Pajamas are mostly green, purple and grey

Wrench

Doesn't matter, just want to be held

Puts his face in your chest, says it's "comfortable" but he's actually just a perv

Tried to sleep with the mask on and failed to last 5 minutes with it

Loves to put his arms around your waist

Not really a snorer, but has a whistle when he blows out his nose (please tell me ya have experienced this as well)

Black or Grey shirts with the exact same sweatpants because he's too lazy to wash his other pants

Josh

Little spoon

Loves to be held, needs to be held, wants to be held

Plaster him with soft kisses, especially on his forehead and he's out in minutes

He's always cold so you need a heater on 24/7

Makes himself tea before sleeping, specifically Earl Grey (I'm not American, idk what teas y'all drink)

Doesn't snore, light breaths instead

Dark Green Pajamas

a/n: hello peasants, I am back and not happy :))))))))))) anyway, Far Cry fic out tonight (hopefully)

[gogotti]

ummm for watchdogs 2 maybe. wrench pining after joshes s/o 😝 angst and maybe fluff….? thank you 🙏 but i understand if you don’t want to write for this !!

I'm gonna do this in headcanon/ drabble form because I'm kinda struggling with how to form this into a fic, but I hope you like it!!

He'd feel pretty bad when he realized that he had feelings for them.

He knows it's wrong because Josh is one of his closest friends, and that's his s/o.

How could he feel this way?

He holds off on saying anything for a very long time until it gets to a point where he avoids working where Josh is, mainly because his s/o is almost always with him.

Josh, of course, notices that Wrench is avoiding him and he doesn't understand what he did, as far as he's aware he's done nothing to hurt Wrench.

It starts affecting the hackerspace as well, both men haven't been in the same room for months now, and if they are tension is high and everyone can feel it.

it's overwhelming for everyone else.

Nothing can get done because two of their greatest minds are feuding, as far as they know.

Sitara and Marcus have to step in at some point, catching them both individually and having a sit-down talk with them.

Wrench spills to Marcus, breaking down because of the guilt and Marcus doesn't really know how to respond.

He gives an uncertain, "I don't know how to help you on this one man, all I can say is talk to them."

Wrench doesn't.

He postpones it until Josh, his s/o, and he are all in the hackerspace at the same time.

They can thank Ray for that

Wrench was told that there was some work for him to pick up and that the hackerspace was empty, so when he showed up only to see Josh and his s/o relaxing on the couch he froze. They all just stared at each other for a while before Wrench spoke up, a lot quieter than he normally was, "Do you know what Ray left for me? He said he had work or something?" Josh spoke, confused, "Ray hasn't been here all day. I think that he set you up."

His s/o nodded, saying "Maybe this is a good thing! You too could work out whatever differences you have and be friends again!" They smiled and Wrench immediately panicked, he would have run for the door if Josh wouldn't have spoken up, stopping him in his tracks, "I would like to work this out. Whatever this is." He knew Josh, and he knew that he was upset, so he took a deep breath and joins them on the couch, and spills, and for what felt like hours to Wrench they were silent, stunned. Josh was, to Wrenches surprise, not mad at all. His s/o smiled at Wrench, "You know, you have pretty good timing. We've been thinking about opening our relationship for a third." Josh nodded and Wrench just stared.

This wasn't actually happening, was it?

Josh spoke, "I would feel more comfortable if it were someone who I knew well, and you had popped into the conversation a few times. If you'd like to we can talk more about it?" Wrench nodded and he stayed in the hackerspace and talked to the two for hours, getting a much happier ending than he expected.

[ramble-writes]

Wrench yawned as he stretched his old limbs out above his head. Eugh. To think he can claim himself as old for once is kinda gross. But that’s the sad reality when he’s 41 years old. He rubs at his face before looking at his phone where he has a text from Marcus pulled up asking about visiting for a week. A week to reconnect, a week to spend time with friends and unwind like old days before Horatio died and after !NViTE was taken down. Honestly it didn’t sound bad.

Another text popped up, but from a number he doesn’t recognize. He pulls it up and skims over the message.

Hey

You commin’ to San Fran in 2 weeks?

Weird. An unknown number texts him asking if he’s going to San Francisco, California the exact same two weeks Marcus asked him to come. With zero hesitation he plugged in his phone and pulled up a program on his laptop to scan the IP address that’s attached to the phone number. 

Seattle, Washington.

Even more weird. He doesn’t remember anyone from Washington unless it was one of the DedSec members that got a new number there. Wrench then went back to the PM with Marcus and asked him if any members had moved around the states.

Sure yeah. Some moved to Chicago to fix the DedSec group there. Some moved to other states to help start up DedSec there. But I dunno about Washington man.

Huh. I got a txt from a Washington # asking about me coming to Francies in 2 weeks.

That’s a lil spooky man. Don’t answer it.

Wrench sent a thumbs up emoji before setting his phone down. He stared at the location where the number is. He pulled up a map to see where its at and a ‘huh’ left him at seeing the Space Needle. The sight of it made him pause. He’s visited Seattle at least once from what he remembers.

10 years ago, he traveled a bit and ended up there. He remembers some big structures that were in the process of being taken down from what looked like a military take over, tons of construction happening and if he recalled correctly, some people that looked like average citizens were flying. He can’t remember if that’s right or not. Wrench doesn’t remember the face or name of a guy he met there, but the smell of smoke and the rattling of chains were locked in his mind.

Wrench can't remember if he got that guy's number or not, but he does remember a tattoo, but that's as much detail he can think of. As for the trip itself, he does recall going to the Space Needle which is great, he can think of a few tags he left there as well. The fish market is definitely memorable. Fishermen throwing fish as entertainment for the people before gutting them.

All Wrench had were these memories to hang on to. As for that smoke man, the only thing that came to light about him was a deep longing that he could only guess he did care (possibly love) for the guy. That was till leaving for an opportunity of a lifetime, getting married and divorcing his now ex-husband, and he's been here in London since. Fuck where did the time go...

-2 weeks later-

San Fran-fucking-cisco. Oh being home sent Wrench on a frenzy in things he wanted to do once he's back with the gang! He wondered how Sitara was doing, if Josh was still hunched over that same damn computer of his. And Marcus. Oh sweet Marcus! The torment can continue! And driving on the RIGHT side of the street after giving up on driving to the left. He won't miss that at all.

With a little bit of hacking, he got into the nearest electric car that was totally left sitting there and drove on home to his good ol' garage. Wrench did feel a bit bad for leaving Wrench Jr back in London, but he couldn't risk his baby getting lost again. Not like when they fucked over !NViTE those many years ago.

Wrench was just about to text Marcus that he arrived home safely, that is till loud honking interrupts him and the gate to his garage opened up. It was like God sent an angel to him upon seeing Marcus step out with that goofy grin of his.

"Marcus? Oh Marcus! You son of a bitch it's good to see you! Fuck I could kiss you!"

"Uh. You don't mean that, right?"

That made him snicker. "No. 'Course not."

"Well you better get yo scrawny ass over here or I'm leaving without you!"

The emoticons on Wrench's mask switched to carrots to show his happiness as he trotted over. It was a brief hug the two shared before getting into the car and heading off for that board game store where their hideout laid below.

"So I thought about what you said 'bout people from Washington."

"Yeah? What of?"

"Turns out some did migrate north and ended up there. When word got out of your return, they came hustling back! Along with some natives who joined up."

Question marks appeared on the screen of the mask as the wearer tilted his head.

"Why you lookin' at me like that? You stayed up there for 3 years! Do you not remember the whole conduit situation that existed the whole time you were there? I remember you callin’ me up screamin’ about people turning into streaks of neon, disappearing into satellite dishes, concrete people, you even mentioned someone turning into paper! And you dated one.”

And there went the bells. Wrench started to rapidly tap at the dashboard of the car that Marcus had to stop him since he’s driving. He knew there must’ve been a reason why smoke was so prominent in his mind from that time.

“You’re telling me we got conduits in our ranks!? And you waited till NOW to tell me??”

Marcus let out a chuckle as he shakes his head. “Why else did I ask you to come down here? One of them got their birthday comin’ up, so why not celebrate it with The Wrench present?”

Wrench started to pat at his legs in excitement, telling Marcus to drive faster so he can bless the place with his ever so glorious presence. It was amazing how he dealt with this masked psycho for the whole time he’s been in DedSec and knew what all his crazy rambles meant. As for Wrench, well now he was wondering which one was it that he dates for the time he was in Seattle.

The car pulled up to the curb of Gary’s Games & Glory, the board game store where the beloved Hackerspace resides below. Marcus got out and hustled over to the other side to open the passenger door for Wrench who gives a ‘thank you, good sir’ in a mock British accent. Of course, Marcus responded in the same manner.

Going inside the building, Retr0 and The Wrench made their way to the back of the store to where the keypad is where the passcode was entered. And like always, the door took what felt like forever to open before the two went in and descended the steps to the base floor. Wrench inhaled deeply and let out a sigh. Hackerspace, sweet Hackerspace~

Loud voices greeted the two as they made their way to the open area, and it was a bit of a surprise to see how it’s kinda packed. It was easy to tell who was what by how the conduits would flash their powers and how others got excited/were impressed by them. Wrench went to get closer, till he was poked in the shoulder by none other than Sitara. 

She still rocked the side ponytail, but her outfit of course changed a bit along with the color of her makeup. But Sitara was the same as she was those years ago as she did hug him since his coat has less spikes than the vest he used to wear. Of course, he hugged her back with the double carrots appearing on his visor to show his happiness. There was nothing that could beat being home here in San Francisco for him.

“Oh! Hey, Wrench. There’s someone you gotta meet!” Marcus exclaimed. Wrench looks at his friend as he waved someone over, then jumped at the sudden cloud of smoke that went still and formed a face Wrench hasn’t seen in 11 years: Delsin Rowe.

Delsin looked when Marcus gestured, and that joyous expression he had on his face for being in San Fran, changed to a more softer one with a half smile.

“Hey, Wrench.”

“... Hi.”

“It’s been a long time since I last seen you, right?”

Wrench gave a slight nod. Everything that happened back in Seattle came back to him in quick flashes. How they met, tagging walls, fucking with what little is left of the DUP, and other things that he’s glad his mask covers his blush. By looks, Del hasn’t changed much. The vest was still the same, but that white hoodie was replaced with another white hoodie, but with a DedSec logo printed in black.

“That hoodie looks good on you...”

“Hm? Oh, yeah! Marcus gave it to me as an early birthday gift. I mean, that’s why us conduits are here. You did get my text asking if you were coming, right?”

That made him gasp as he scrambled to pull out his phone from his pocket to look at the text. “So that was you that messaged me! Fuck, man! I was worried there for a sec thinking I got hacked!”

That made Delsin laugh, which turned into wheezing when Wrench went off about how he didn’t grab a birthday gift for the power sponge. The conduit simply reassured him that Wrench being there is good enough since it’s been years since they hung out. Of course, this made Wrench feel defeated, but silently vowed to get something later. 

37 years old is what Delsin turns to. Marcus made a comment that they’re the same age since he turns 37 in December. Of course the two laughed at that while sharing some drinks, then looked at the amount of people that were huddled around Wrench as he told his tales of London and how chaotic things were and the tech they had. Conduits and hackers were captivated as he retold about having to chase down a literal invisible car that he liked to dub the Ghost Car.

“Ya know, D? I remember Wrench tellin’ me about you two. The things y’all did, the sick tags, and honestly how much he adored you.”

“HA!”

Both men look to see a brief streak of neon and Fetch sitting down on a crate full of who knows what.

“You should’ve seen this idiot come runnin’ when he and Wrench did something! He would gush about it like a wittle skool girl,” Fetch snickered as she squished her cheeks as if to mock Delsin. He only shook his head with a chuckle as he elbowed her.

“I did not sound like that, I can tell you.”

“No. But ya did practically swoon when you told me about when you two kissed.”

Marcus choked on the sip he took and whipped his head around to look at the pinkette, then looked at Delsin. “You did a what when y’all kissed?”

“Oh no...”

“Mhm! Smokey looked like he was star struck. Babbling on ‘bout how it aaaaall happened!”

“Fetch, I am going to punch you.”

“Hey! Don’t make me bring up that one time I came over to your place and saw you in your sweats with bite marks and nail scrapes.”

It was quiet between the three as Marcus now stared at Delsin with wide eyes and a grin forming on his face. He started to giggle as he nudged and poked at the smoke conduit who swatted at him to stop.

“You tapped that! Holy shit man! Quick, who was top and who was bottom!”

Delsin covered his ears as his cheeks turned a bit pink. “I’m not listening to you two anymore!”

The two laughed as he got up and moved away from them in a hurry. It was easy to tell he’s the one that can get flustered quickly between the two. For now, it was nice to see the two groups be together and have fun as they celebrate Delsin’s birthday. “Cake” was just a bunch of donuts from a shop not too far from where they are, but it was still fun to smush one in Del’s face.

As much of a party animal Wrench is, being in his fuckin 40s is not fun. He managed to slip away after the bazillionth yawn he let out. Hell he didn’t even drink much like he used to! Plus, he still had that vow to find something for Delsin since he had zero idea it was happening. High-jacking a car, he drove off to his garage in hopes to get a spark of inspo to see what he could make or turn into a gift.

He scratched at his head in frustration as he looked through boxes of parts he scrapped or broke from old projects. The smell of smoke then filled the garage and Wrench turned his head to see Delsin standing in the center with smoke trailing upwards, meaning he came from the vents.

“Oh uh... Hey, Del.”

“Hey. You left.”

“Oh. Pssh. Yeah. Being 41, I can’t really party like I used to.”

Delsin chuckled as he put his hands in his pockets. “Guess that job offer really made you an adult.”

Wrench shook his head with a slight chuckle. “Yeaaaah. That was till the guy fucked me over and stole my work. I showed him what’s what, and now the bastard is locked away.”

Yikes. It does kinda explain why he seems more tired. Though that could be the jet lag since he did fly from London all the way to America. Delsin then looked around the place and let out a whistle.

“Quite the place you got.”

“Yeah. I did a lot of things in here, and it was the birth place of the first ever Jimmy Siska remote control car! One of the best moments that live here.”

Another chuckle left Delsin. He watched as Wrench pulled something out of a box of other devices, then went over to his workbench to start doing... whatever it is. The masked hacker pulled out his laptop as well and booted it up to pull up a program, then got to work dismantling and rebuilding the object he grabbed. The conduit went over to see what he’s working on, only to find himself being asked to sodden some bits of metal together.

It took some time to finish the base of the object, then Wrench found himself yawning and closed his laptop. Tomorrow, he told himself. He’s going to work on the program to make it light up in the morning. He checked the time, then looked at Delsin and motioned with his head to follow. Out the door of the garage they went and over to the tall building next door, they took the stairs on the side of the building to go to the top.

The building wasn’t tall enough to see over every other structure, but it was enough to get a sight of the bay to the east and the ocean to the west. Wrench went over and sat down on the edge of the building and patted the spot next to him for Delsin. When he sat down, a sigh was let out.

“Remember when you brought me up to the Space Needle to show me the sunset?”

“Heh, yeah. It’s uh... It’s where we had our first kiss.”

Wrench nodded, then removed his mask since Del has seen him without it before. A sigh leaves him as the both of them sat there in silence, till the conduit rested his head on the hacker’s shoulder. There was no flinch when he did that, only a welcomed cheek resting on the top of his head.

“I have to admit... I missed you,” Wrench muttered. Delsin chuckled a bit as he pressed closer.

“I missed you as well. I sometimes think back to those years you were in Seattle and all the stuff we did, the things I showed you...”

“You wishing we could go back to those times?”

Delsin nodded a bit, then lifted his head up to look into those same blue eyes, thinking if it was a good idea to ask or not seeing as how they just reunited.

“Do... Do you think we could restart? Fresh from the start?”

Wrench blinked, then gave a half smile. A fresh start sounded the best way to go, so he straightened himself up a bit and cleared his throat. Delsin simply rolled his eyes in seeing what this man was going to do.

“If we are gonna start from the beginning, then from the beginning we shall go.” He then held out his hand to the Akomish man.

“Hey there. Names Reginald Blechman. But you can call me Wrench instead. What’s your name?”

Oh that threw Delsin for a loop at hearing his name, but he had to play along with this. So he took the waiting hand and shook it.

“Delsin Rowe. But you can call me Del if you want.”

The both of them chuckled at the introductions and let go of each other.

“Don’t go thinking I’m going to call you Reggie, now. That would be fucked up to moan out since that’s my brother’s name.”

Wrench let out a snort before he busted out laughing. “Not like I’m going to let you call me that anyway! I would rather be dead before anyone calls me Reggie. No offence to your brother, of course. But someone using a known nickname of Reginald on me is a no no.”

“Understandable. Besides, Wrench fits you better. Gotta fix that loose screw in your head somehow.”

“Hey!” Wrench lightly shoved him as he laughed. The two calmed down and went back to their previous positions, Delsin’s head resting on Wrench’s shoulder. What came next was how it was just the tips of their fingers that touched. They both had a feeling things will turn out for the better, and lost time can be regained.

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Black Moon Heresy

Chapter 2. Strength In Numbers

Can't think of better company.

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Sitara had loved the ocean from the first time she saw it when she was a child, newly arrived to Waterdeep. She could taste the salt on the air, hear the waves crashing, smell the faint hint of brine. Later that night, as she lay against the window of her new room, a storm rolled in. Lightning had lit the sky in searing flashes and rain had pelted against the window so hard she thought they would shatter. She could feel the thunder reverberate in her chest, like the very atmosphere was purring.

She had fallen in love with the storm as surely as she had the moon. The tempest domain was perhaps uncommon for most Selûnite clerics, but did not the moon control the tides? Her mentor had agreed, and said it suited her well.

All this to say that when Sitara first stirred awake, for a moment she thought she was back in her initiate rooms, the sound of soft waves lapping at the shore just outside her window. The memories rushed back quickly, however. The horror of the tadpole squirming into her head, the blazing fires of Avernus, her fast made allies and the fight that followed. That last thought spurred her to action and she groaned as she finally got up from the sand. If she was alive, perhaps they were, too. She should find them.

Sitara took stock of herself as she stood. She was a little battered and bruised, had some sand in a few unmentionable places, but overall, none the worse for wear. Already, she could feel she was stronger than she had been on the ship, more able to call on the divine power granted to her by Selûne.

She didn't have to look long before finding one of her ship companions. Shadowheart lay still in the sand, her armor blocking any sign that she might be breathing.

'Please don't be dead,' Sitara thought as she approached. As much as she felt stronger for being back in Faerûn, Revivify felt far beyond her.

Sitara took the chance to study the other woman as she knelt down. She was a fellow cleric, that was certain from the spells she'd cast on the ship. Who did she serve? The black stones set in her armor would suggest. . . But, no. Not even Sitara's own armor made her faith so obvious, and a Sharran would have even less reason to advertise themselves. Just a cosmetic choice, perhaps, or a god Sitara was unfamiliar with.

She was holding that strange object in her hand. She hadn't used it on the Nautiloid, so maybe it wasn't a weapon after all. Whatever it was, it seemed important to Shadowheart somehow. Best to leave it be.

Sitara reached out to shake the other woman awake, and her eyes snapped open on a startled gasp.

"You're alive!" She exclaimed as she stood. "I'm alive! How is this possible?"

"I was hoping you might know that," Sitara replied.

"I remember the ship," Shadowheart spoke slowly, her brow creased in concentration. "I remember falling. . . Then nothing. I just woke up here."

Sitara gestured wide, "I don't suppose you know where 'here' is?"

"No," she shook her head. "I don't recognize this place. But anything's an improvement on where we just came from. First thing's first. We need supplies, shelter, and most of all a healer. We might have escaped, but we still have these little monsters in our heads."

"'We?' You want to stay together?" Sitara asked.

"We need each other, and we both know what's at stake. Can't think of better company," Shadowheart shrugged.

"Neither can I. Good to properly meet you, Shadowheart," Sitara stuck her hand out in greeting.

"Good to properly meet you, Sitara," Shadowheart grasped her hand in a firm hold. Her skin was warm and mostly soft, with a few calluses where she must grip her mace. "One more thing, just before we go. I wanted to thank you again for freeing me. It would've been all to easy for you to run right past my pod, but you didn't. I'll remember that."

Her face was soft with her earnest thanks. Not for the first time, Sitara found herself thinking she was pretty.

She smiled at the other woman. "I'd do it again. Come on, let's get going, maybe we can find our githyanki friend."

Shadowhearts own faint smile dropped. "I wouldn't be so quick to call her a friend. Looks like she abandoned us."

"She fell off that ship the same as we did," Sitara reminded her. "I'm sure she's around here somewhere. She wasn't looking well before the crash, could be she needs help. Besides, we never would have made it without her."

Shadowheart scoffed.

"What, you got some sort of problem with githyanki?" Sitara asked.

"More like githyanki have a problem with everyone else," the woman spit. "But, if we find her, fine. I suppose it's only fair to return the favor."

Find her they did, along with a couple other similarly afflicted companions. A pale elven man by the name of Astarion, and Gale of Waterdeep, a human wizard.

'A merry band we make,' Sitara thought as they set up camp. Lae'zel and Shadowheart kept shooting glares at eachother. Astarion, though quick with the charm while conversing, seemed at a loss of what to do otherwise. Gale seemed to be adjusting the best, but was just this side of too jovial for it to be anything more than a front.

With the sun set and camp made, it would be time to offer prayer soon. She'd check in with Gale first.

"Go to hell."

Or maybe not.

"Just got back actually and I've got to say, not for me."

"Ha! You're a good sport," he laughed.

As he spoke more on the topic of hell and their uninvited guests, Sitara walked closer until she stood at his side and stared into the fire with him.

"Believe me, I understand your concern," she told him. "But I'm not too worried. We'll find someone who can help us. I can't imagine Selûne would send me on a quest just to have me turn into an illithid on my first day." She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Have a little faith, Gale. We are not abandoned."

His answering smile was a bit strained. Sitara wisely did not mention it. "Faith, right," he said. "I suppose you're right. Let's be up with the lark! Find a healer before the wee one gets hungry."

Just as Sitara was going to check in with Astarion next, Shadowheart caught her eye and made a gesture for her to come over.

"What were you two talking about?" She asked. Though it sounded suspiciously like a demand.

"Good evening to you, too," Sitara replied with a raised brow. "And what do you mean?"

"You and Gale," she sneered.

"He seemed a little down, so I checked in on him. We were just discussing the next steps," she explained.

"I see." Shadowheart nodded her understanding, but her tone remained. . . Petulant, Sitara thought. "I'd be careful with Gale."

"You don't trust Gale?" Sitara thought he came off a little proud, bordering on arrogant, but he wasn't unpleasant to be around.

"He's a wizard. All they care about is power."

"You don't like the Gith, you don't like wizards, is there anyone you tolerate?" Sitara asked.

"Your presence has yet to aggravate me," she shrugged. "In any case, let's hope we rapidly find a healer. You seem reliable, I think you know how important it is that we find someone who can cure us. Best if we focus on that."

Sitara sighed, a part of her wanted to press the issue of the other clerics' attitude, but she supposed discretion was the better part of valor. She wisely kept her mouth shut. She seemed to be doing a lot of that tonight.

"Agreed," she told her. "The sooner we find someone to help us, the better."

"Good. We might even get lucky and find one right away. As I see it, we're overdue some good fortune. Rest well."

Sitara planned to do just that. Astarion and Lae'zel had volunteered to keep watch, so she was hopeful about actually getting some shut-eye.

Tomorrow the real work would begin.

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The Gang Goes To The Beach - [T]

Fandom Watch Dogs 2 Pairing Wrench/Marcus Word Count 3,300+ Summary San Francisco has been experiencing some of the hottest weather the city has seen in years. Making the best out of a situation, Dedsec decides to enjoy it with a beach party. Notes This is a writing prompt from tumblr on my main account from @sweetfirecracker about one person getting buried the sand. it ended up exploding into a full fic! i had fun with this. enjoy!

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Wrench stretches out on the beach towel, much like a cat preparing for a nap in a nice sunlit spot. Except he’s much larger than a cat, wears loads of spikes on the regular, and is currently laying under a huge umbrella that is preventing even a sliver of light from reaching him.

“Pfft, of course I’m not swimming,” his mask sends two question marks up towards Marcus. “I would die, for starters, and two, my plan’s to drink, drink some more, and then wait until I can light things on fire.”

“That won’t be for hours, dude. It ain’t even noon,” Marcus counters, squinting up at the sun and back down at Wrench.

Eyes wandering a little, they trail down to his swim shorts Wrench borrowed off of him. Should have known he would pick the ones with the cheesy yellow-and-red flames licking up from the bottom. (Like fashion disaster destiny drew the two together, Wrench happened to own a matching button-up that completed the ensemble.) Proudly wearing the Guy Fieri look, Wrench had his shirt completely undone and splayed open. The combo of his chicken-scratch tattoos and the disaster outfit certainly was… something.

Marcus liked to think he’d gone with something a bit more fashionable by choosing one of his favorites: an 80’s style print with neon colors and geometric shapes.

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Behind the Hack: Part 1

Words: 1.3K

Pairing: Not gunna tell just yet.  

Fandom: Watch Dogs

A/N: I am sorry but I am now one of those people who LOVE Watch Dogs 2 fics. It is my FAVE game of like allllll time and sooo yeah, I decided to start writing a series (which never goes well, but I have it all planned out this time so...who knows?).

Samantha was sat in the café that her target usually goes to before heading to work to cheat people of all their money, which is how he became so wealthy.  As he orders his drink from the bar Samantha is close enough to be able to hack in to his phone, finding his bank details. As Sam hacks into the phone she can hear the door ding as someone else enters the shop.  

As Marcus walked into the café he was hit with the smell of coffee and hot pastries. The sound of chatter surrounded him which he managed to drown it out. The sound that stuck out to him however was the incessant tapping of keys on a laptop, As Marcus looks around he manages to found the source of the tapping.  

He saw the woman probably in her early twenties, wearing a beanie hiding most of her hair apart from the strands at the back and her fringe. Her t-shirt is a plain white top and her legs are on show with the shorts she is wearing (it's summer, it's hot), on her feet are converse high tops with the American flag on them.   Marcus could see her laptop if he took a step closer to the cash registers. He instantly knew what she was doing as green script was being written against the black background of the computer screen. The woman was hacking.  Just as he is about to hack into her laptop to see what she is up to he hears a man yelling at an employee.  

"Declined! What do you mean my card was declined?!" The man, that Marcus could easily tell was wealthy, yelled. As Marcus turned back around, understanding that the woman most probably hacked into his account, face nothing more than an empty seat. All that was left was a cup of coffee. Marcus scanned the room turning around to find the hacker but only saw the back of her head when he finally looked over at the door, as she walked out of the coffee shop.  

Marcus went to chase after her but it was already to late, in defeat he carried on his day. As he was about to move forward in the line for the cash register he noticed something in the corner of his eye. The cup the hacker had been drinking out of, it had black ink on it. As he moved closer to the cup he could see the black ink was in fact writing. Picking up the cup, he saw it read 'Samantha'.

As the week passes Marcus sees Samantha more and more, always out of reach, always too late. Whenever he saw her she would be carrying her laptop having just hacked someone.  

Finally the day the meet wasn't how Marcus expected the day to go.   It all started as a stealth mission that went wrong, all Marcus was supposed to was download a file from the FBI safe house since they have been taking bribes and working with gangs around San Francisco. Marcus needed to find contacts so he could stop the bribes, cutting the connections between the gangs and the corrupt FBI agents.  

Marcus doesn't know what happened but it ended in a shoot out, more specifically Marcus was running away whilst the FBI shot at and chased him. As Marcus ran through buildings and ally ways to escape the FBI shooting he didn't seem to get any further away, he needed to get a car. He needed to drive away.

Marcus came into the opening as he ran out of another ally. He only sound louder than his heart drumming in his ears was the sound of a car racing towards him. 'This is it' he thought. The car skidded to a halt, Marcus hadn't realised he had closed his eyes until he had to force them open to find an bright yellow Papavero (performance car).  The woman he had been seeing around the city all week in the driving wheel.  

"Don't just stand there, Get in!" Samantha shouted.   Marcus, without hesitation ran to the car, climbing in just in time as Samantha sped off. They managed to evade the FBI once they had Samantha had driven down multiple roads and allies. She eventually managed to hide. As Samantha and Marcus used a police scanner on Samantha's phone as they  waited for the FBI to either stop looking or find them. They both lay in hiding barely breathing.   "Sam"

"What?" Marcus replied in a hushed shout.  

"My name...it's Sam" Sam replied in a similar but more relaxed hushed tone.  

"oh, erm, Marcus"  

"Yeah, I know, I've seen you around recently...and then I hacked your phone" Marcus stared for a second, both of them still practically curled in balls to hide from view. "I didn't get notified that you had hacked in"

"I...." As Sam was about to answer him she became quiet as they saw flashing police lights near by, they waited for them to leave before carrying on "I know, I disabled it".

Marcus was about to reply with something witty but was cut off by the police scanner saying that Sam and Marcus had escaped so they are going to re-group. When they heard the words they never thought they would hear Sam and Marcus both sat up back in their seats as Sam started to drive out of the hiding spot and into some traffic blending in well in the city.  

"So do you know what we do?" Marcus asked.

"er...I'll probably just drop you off and then return the car to its owner" Sam answered honestly, causing Marcus to chuckle.  

"No, Do you know who DedSec is?"

"Oh, The hacker group you're a part of? I'm familiar with your work, Why?"  

"We have been talking about you..."

"thanks.. I guess" Sam interrupted, feigning hurt.

"No, we have seen some hacks you have done, and I have to say – we are all impressed. We was wondering if you wanted to perhaps join our little misfit group"  

Samantha didn't even need to think about it, instantly taking Marcus' offer. They carried on driving until they reached the hackerspace. Marcus lead Sam through the game store, she couldn't help look around as she heard people talk about D&D and other old games, someone mentioned Pokemon (which she hadn't heard in years) and began to question why they where here at all. Until Marcus lead her to a back room leading to a door with graffiti surrounding it. As he entered the pin code she couldn't help but get butterflies, she couldn't wait to meet the group that Marcus had been talking about in the car as they drove here.  

After a long time of waiting they door finally opened revealing stairs to the basement. Sam followed Marcus down the stairs where at the bottom stood a group of people waiting to meet their newest member.   As you looked over their faces you was glad that there would at least be another girl in the team, she was in fact the first person to speak to Sam. "Sam? Right? Loved the coffee guy hack, it was so funny" it was Sitara put it on herself to introduce Sam to everyone. "...and you already met Marcus, all that is left is Wr..." Speak of the devil.  

As Sitara was about to say his name, Wrench strolled into the Hackerspace but stopped as soon as he saw the new member "Hey, who's the new girl"

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And here we have the four main members of Dedsec as Final fantasy Classes.

Sitara changed the least mostly because I didn't want to put her into a full suit of armor, as I couldn't really see her conforming to such. she's already pretty athletic so I thought the Dragoon class kind of fit her better. Fraya doesn't really have a whole lot of armour on anyway.

It was weird putting Josh and Marcus in reds, as I'm use to using greens and blues for them.

I'll probably work on a short little backstory for them within the final fantasy world. maybe do a few doodles here and there for this when ever I feel like it. don't think I'll do a full story fic or anything.

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Hi :)) did my platonic Watch Dogs Sitara imagine come through ok?

Do you mean this one? Or something you sent just now?

If you mean this one and sent this because you wonder why it hasn't come out yet, then yeah, I'm just slow 😅 I don't do scheduled/queued fics anymore so... I can't give you any estimated schedule unfortunately. I publish my fics right when they're ready to publish.