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[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 2 Watanagashi pt. 7

I had typed up a big post of thoughts and theories about things that were eventually proven correct within a couple hours of typing it out. Unfortunately for me my computer decided to blue screen and restarted taking everything I had written to the void. Always save kids. Every time you type anything in a document save it. Otherwise it'll be killed by the capricious whims of the machine.

The main thrust of what I had written was that clearly this is Mion pretending to be Shion, in an effort to show Keiichi her more feminine side. Which seems pretty obvious, even our dumb as a brick protagonist had figured out that much. But also I posited the idea that there is indeed an actual Shion, just that instead of this sweet idealized girl she would actually be a bit of a "cooler" character. Not like in a cold, villainous way (initially), but rather in a James from Twin Peaks, Ace Rimmer "look how cool they are" kind of way.

Is that too obscure of a reference? It's probably too obscure of a reference.

Like, say a gang of obscure martial arts otaku decide to cause a ruckus in this restaurant.

Sometimes I like to just post the lines that amuse me. The meeps, for instance.

Keiichi showing more introspection and inward thinking than a large number of people on the internet unfortunately. You ever look at the conversation regarding most anything on twitter? Ghastly.

That's what it was! I was trying to remember for the life of me what I had written, but I was blanking on it. This interaction here where "Shion" talks about how she got dinged in the head by the riot police was what sealed it for me that while there is definitely a real Shion this Shion is just Mion putting on an act. Because in Onikakushi it's mentioned that Mion had been arrested for civil disobedience multiple times, and that she had led protests against the dam project. There's also the fact that earlier in this chapter Mion herself explicitly says that Shion and the rest of the Sonozaki family lives outside of Hinamizawa. It's just Mion and her grandmother in Hinamizawa itself, so it's crazy that Shion who doesn't live there would've been involved in the protests.

Which then led to me wondering how much of what happened in Onikakushi has happened generally. Obviously the second half of the chapter where Keiichi goes insane with paranoia and murders Rena and Mion doesn't happen. But the dam project still occurred, the murder, and the people who were "demoned away" probably all still happened, Rena going off the rails and smashing her schools windows happened too if I had to guess.

Anyway, after a short version of the Hinamizawa dam incident gets told to us Keiichi is invited by Shion to an all you can eat dessert event. And also a romantic stroll with Shion?

Hell yeah bro. More so the first part than the second, but I'm not much of a drinker.

It's always the relatively innocuous statements that plant the seed of doubt in my head. I'm beginning to suspect that Ooishi might not be such an upright heroic figure as the game claims he ostensibly is. It's never said he's on the up and up, it makes it quite clear he's not exactly an upright and moral policeman, but the first chapter gave the impression that he's generally a good guy. Or that's the trick, and he's actually evil.

Also I don't know how noticeable it is to everyone else who has read this, but there are times the narration switches from a third person voice to a first person one. Whenever the story is following someone not Keiichi it generally uses the third person wording, but sometimes it slips and uses first person language. Part of me wants to assume this is all a part of Ryukishi's wild ride, but really it's probably just a small mistake I'm making a mountain out of.

I've mentioned before that I don't know how much of the TIPs stuff is actually relevant to the ongoing narrative, but this entire sequence with Ooishi really instilled in me the idea that he might be more villainous than the first chapter made him seem. Onikakushi made him seem like he might be a bit underhanded and willing to sacrifice others in his attempt to bring the cult of Oyashiro down. This meanwhile, it starts with him acting in a way that's more defensive of the delinquents who were getting surrounded by the townspeople of Hinamizawa, but really starts to impart a sense that this is all just sort of a game to him. He seems more than willing to sacrifice these kids when it becomes clear he won't be getting anything out of them. Especially the part where the other officers seem to act as his henchmen when they tried to leave.

So yes to be clear my theory stands that everyone except for Keiichi might be the villains of this entire story. Even then I'm not a hundred percent sold on Keiichi's innocence.

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[kohanayaki]

.:Time and Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 2

As you reconcile with Sirius, he reminisces on how you came to be friends despite a rather rocky start (mostly told through flashbacks taking place in the Marauders era).

LINKS:   CH 1   CH 2   CH 3   CH 4   CH 5   CH 6   CH 7   CH 8

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Ch 2 .:Pranks and Past Prejudices:.

~Previously~

“I was about to see if you were awake,” Sirius admitted with a small grin, “Seems we both had the same idea.”

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, stepping aside slightly so you could come in. If the Sirius Black from your school days had offered you into his room in the dead of night, you would have slapped him upside the head; but things were different now, and so were the two of you. 

However, as you glanced around the room you almost laughed at how remarkably unchanged it was, and why wouldn't it be? He hadn't lived here since he was sixteen, and he was only living here now because he preferred this house to an Azkaban cell by a small fraction. While the rest of the house was set in deep tones of obsidian and gray, save for the green Slytherin theme of his younger brother's room, Sirius' room was all warm shades of red and gold, Gryffindor paraphernalia covering every inch of it from Quidditch trophies and old banners to a tapestry he had stolen from the Great Hall when they'd won the house cup that year.

The room was littered with memories of your school life— a set of charred robes from when he and James had drunkenly lit the Quidditch field hoops on fire, an old Beater's bat that he had broken in half during the Cup finals, an old Gobstones set you used to play with in the courtyard, and stacks of classic rock records that you and Remus had gifted him for the holidays. A muggle toolbox sat in the corner of the room from when he'd made improvements to his enchanted motorbike that couldn't be done with magic, which you were certain his parents were mortified by.

Posters of bikini-clad women were plastered across the wallpaper, and you recalled the day he told you his mother had a fit when she realized he'd used a permanent sticking charm on them so she couldn't take them down. Said posters were still present, but mostly covered up by all the photos of him and his friends from their school and early Order days— the only noticeable sign of change you could see from his moving back in. It was truly like some sort of time capsule.

As soon as you tore your eyes away from the room and turned to focus on its owner, a tense silence fell between you two. This was the first time you had seen Sirius in over a decade. The last time you two spoke, he was in chains being led away to Azkaban. What was there to say? How could you possibly think things could go back to the way they were? 

“Sirius,” your voice cracked with emotion as you said his name, and when you saw the look in his eyes, so similar to the look he'd given you when he was in that horrible barbed cage during his trial, the dam just broke.

You practically threw yourself at him, sobbing quietly into his shoulder as the fabric of his shirt bunched up in your trembling hands

“I'm sorry,” you said, “I am so, so sorry I didn't believe you, Sirius. I didn't know, I didn't—”

“(Y/n), it's okay,” Sirius said softly.

You almost jumped at his gentle touch, his arm wrapping around your waist and one hand coming up to pet your hair. It hurt him to see you like this, that you went through this much because of him.

“There was no way you could have known,” he said, resting his chin on top of your head as tears continued to stream down your face, “There was no proof that I wasn't the Secret Keeper. We'd decided to make it that rat at the last second. Only James and Lily knew and, well, they couldn't exactly attest to my innocence.”

Hatred bubbled up in his chest at his own mention of Pettigrew, but he forced it down for you, his expression softening as soon as he looked at you. “That was bad judgment on my part, I suppose,” he said in an attempt to lighten the mood, although twelve years in prison was a difficult matter to joke about.

“I should have just believed you,” you muttered into his collar. Sirius' other hand reached out to cup your face, wiping the last few tears from your cheeks.

“Come now, even Moony thought I'd done it,” he said, a small smirk finding its way to his face, “I know what it looked like. . . I don't blame any of you for not believing me. So please, don't blame yourself for this, (Y/n). You're still my best friend.”

“Oh, now you've done it,” you sniffled, laughing despite yourself as fresh tears spilled over. Sirius laughed along with you and yo u could feel the sound reverberate through his chest, rich and melodic. Warm.

He wrapped both his arms around you, holding you tight as you two chuckled like a couple of idiots, standing there glassy-eyed in the middle of his room. If anyone else had bore witness to the scene they'd have thought you'd gone mad, but in that moment you couldn't care less. Your body had been buckling under the weight of your guilt and how much you had missed him. Hearing him say that he still considered you his best friend. . . that was more than you could have ever asked for.

Sirius swelled with pride as he saw he was able to make you smile, something he'd long considered a small victory. He couldn't believe how much your relationship had changed. If someone had told him all those years ago that you would turn out to be someone he couldn't imagine his life without, he wouldn't have believed them. But he supposed life was unexpected like that. . .

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Ever since the day you'd stood up to him, James Potter found himself increasingly curious about you. Of course he and his friends continued to pick on Snape, but when you were around to fend them off it became more and more difficult to do so, something that the leader of the self-proclaimed Marauders decided was cumbersome.

James insisted that to get to Snape they would have to take you down too, since you were so keen on protecting him.

“We need to cut the head off the snake,” he had said.

And so, slowly but surely, James shifted the cross hairs of his mischief-making from Severus Snape to you. It started out small; a Bat-bogey hex here, some heat sensitive combustion power under your cauldron there. What he didn't expect in the slightest was for you to actually retaliate with pranks of your own.

Quidditch season had just ended as the year came to a close, and James, who was supposed to be helping clean out the Gryffindor tent, was lying on his back and fiddling about with a golden snitch he'd found wedged in the wooden scaffolding. His head perked up as he saw the Lily across the pitch, walking next to you and chatting. He clearly couldn't care less about what, as he had no problem interrupting your conversation.

“Hey, Evans!” he hollered, heading towards you two.

As soon as Lily spotted him she rolled her eyes.

“And now we're walking faster,” she muttered, grabbing you by the arm and tugging you along.

“Aw come on, I just wanna talk,” he said, quickly catching up with you. Before long he had jogged a few paces ahead, turning around to block your path. “Hey,” he said with a smirk. He was wearing his Quidditch practice uniform, broom in hand.

“Merlin, you are nothing if not persistent,” Lily huffed.

“What can I say? I'm a Chaser~”

“Goodbye, James,” Lily deadpanned at the pun, and he quickly moved in front of her again.

“Wait, wait! Just watch this, okay?” he insisted.

You bit back a smirk, grateful he hadn't paid you any mind until now.

“Trust me, you've never seen anything like this before,” James said cockily, willing his broomstick to hover a few feet off the ground and hauling one leg over to mount it. However, as soon as his arse hit the wood, his entire body phased right through it. He groaned as his tailbone made unceremonious contact with the ground, his broomstick now hovering above him. As soon as he looked up the stick dropped and plonked him on the head, solid again.

You burst out laughing, revealing your wand that had been obstructed from his view by your sleeve.

“(Y/n)!” Lily looked at you in shock, hitting you in the arm playfully but unable to fight the laughter that rose in her chest. It was nice to see him get a harmless taste of his own medicine.

“Well, you were right, Potter,” the redhead said, “I've never seen anything like that before.”

James' face flushed with embarrassment while you two walked away, gathering his broom and whatever remained of his pride. You wouldn't get the better of him again.

Or, at least that's what he told himself until the beginning of your fourth year.

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James strode down the corridors leading to the Great Hall with a pep in his step. It had been an unusually peaceful morning; despite having slept in, he wasn't in much of a rush to join his friends who had already made their way to breakfast.

The real reason for his quick pace was because he couldn't wait to see your reaction to his latest prank. It was a classic, amped up a bit thanks to a tube of ink from one of the “magic” markers at Zonkos. He hoped you liked your new look, because you were going to be saddled with it for a while.

As he walked through the courtyard he shot a wink to a fourth year Hufflepuff girl he recognized from his Divination class and she covered her hand with her mouth, turning away from him slightly as she tried to hold back the giggles that spilled from her lips. He gave himself a pat on the back, oblivious to the fact that the laughter was directed at him, an unawareness that stayed with him up until the moment he threw the doors to the Great Hall open. The gasps and laughter that followed him only grew as he sat down at his usual spot. Even his friends were staring at him, wide-eyed and unblinking.

“What?” James ran a hand through his hair in confusion, “What are you guys—!!”

As his hair flopped in front of his face his peripheral vision was curtained with the brightest shade of neon turquoise he'd ever seen.

“No,” he said, “no, no, no way!”

He grabbed one of the food trays, dumping the pastries that were on top onto the table. Peter squeaked as he caught a few that were about to fall, setting them down quietly on his own plate.

James stared at his reflection in the shiny metal, and sure enough his once pristine brunette hair was colored the bright blue of the magic marker whose contents he'd dumped into your shower bottle the night before.

“Did you like the shampoo?” a voice behind him asked innocently.

He nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around to see you, your hair colored the same bright blue shade. Now he was thoroughly confused.

“It smells nice, right?”

“How did you. . . if I. . . why is your hair—”

“A simple connection charm on the shampoo bottle,” you said, “anyone who touches it receives the same benefits and results of the next person who uses it within three hours. In this case, you landed yourself a dye job and a hell of a keratin treatment, so you're welcome. The spell was already on the bottle to begin with; pretty convenient when you have dorm mates that can all save on buying product, and besides it can be kind of nice to skip a hair wash day every once in a while. I suppose I should thank you, I didn't have to do any shopping or sneaking around for this one. You did all the work for me.”

You put your hand to your chin, pretending to study him for a moment.

“You should take care of that fast, though” you said nonchalantly, gesturing to his hair, “you don't look nearly as cute as I do in this color, Potter.”

To further prove your point, you waved your wand around the crown of your head, and with a quick utter of 'aufero hue' the blue in your hair seemed to melt right off the strands, leaving behind your natural (h/c) locks. The color swirled around the tip of your wand in an aqueous state for a moment before you flung it aside. It landed with a splat! against the Gryffindor table, staining a section of the wood that same shade of bright blue as if it had grown that way.

“I'd do it for you myself, but I don't want to,” you smirked, “ Perhaps you could take a few remedial classes to learn the color-leeching charm. Have fun figuring something out!”

And with that you flounced away, leaving behind a very embarrassed, very blue, and very reluctantly impressed James Potter.

He may just have found himself a proper rival.

Sirius scoffed from where he sat.

“Oh please, the stupid charm can't be that hard to do,” he said, taking out his wand.

“Not that I don't have faith in you, mate, but I'm probably better off seeing if Slughorn has anything for this,” James said.

“Why don't you just soak your head in some Valerian water? That's what takes the color out of potions, right?”

“Peter, he might go bald if he does that.”

“Oh.”

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James would go on to land a few good jokes on you too. There was one night where you had snuck into the Prefect's bathroom and emerged with a mermaid tail, which was pretty awesome until you realized you had no way of getting out of the tub. From then on, you and James would continue to try and get the jump on one another, marking the start of your now-infamous fourth year prank war. It entertained the students and infuriated the faculty. Gradually, your pranks on one another became more light-hearted, meant to amuse the other person and make them laugh rather than actually hurt or humiliate them.

“Very funny, (L/n),” James said as he walked up to you, his body turned around 180 degrees from the waist up so he had to shuffle backwards to face you. You laughed, nearly choking on your pumpkin juice as you saw your handy work.

“What are you, five?”

“Right, because you're so much more mature stalking and bullying my friends,” you quipped back.

“I really don't understand how Snivelus is your friend.”

“Severus,” you said crossly, “and for the record, I really don't understand how Remus is yours either. He seems like a nice guy.”

“Har har,” James rolled his eyes, “Now would you turn me the right way 'round already? I've got Quidditch practice.”

“Nah, I think you're fine to play like this.”

“Honestly? Not a bad tactic. I can cover my blind spot and stare at my own ass while I fly.”

“Who's five now?” you grinned.

As the months went on, instead of storming over to each other and slinging insults, your interactions with James became more akin to playful banter. And frankly, Sirius didn't get it. You were a Slytherin, and a pureblood at that. Hell, you were a descendant of one of the 28 pureblood families. Everything about you went against everything he believed in and relished in getting away from each year when he would leave home to go to school. You were in the same house as those stupid blood purists, you probably were one yourself—

“You're glaring.”

Sirius blinked, snapping out of his stupor as Remus nudged him in the shoulder. He said nothing, slowly returning to eating his dinner as he tore his eyes away from you, sitting at the Slytherin table with Snivelus, Evan Rosier, and his younger brother of all people. He stabbed at his roast potatoes a little too harshly and his friends traded looks among themselves.

“You alright there, mate?” James asked cautiously.

“Fantastic,” Sirius said, shoving another forkful of potatoes into his mouth to avoid saying anything unsavory as he spotted you heading towards their table.

“Coming to the library today, Remus?” you asked the boy to his right who looked up at you in surprise.

“Oh, sure thing,” he said, “I'm off for the night.”

“Great, we can study for Arithmancy then,” you said. Remus nodded at your suggestion and you gave him a dazzling smile, walking off with your books.

“Since when did you two get so chummy?” Sirius bristled.

Remus rolled his eyes.

“We're just studying for the upcoming mid marks,” he said, “They’re proficient in Ancient Runes and History of Magic. As a study partner it's. . . refreshing.”

“Oi, are you calling us stupid?” James rose a brow.

“Your words, not mine,” Lupin grinned. He saw Sirius' bothered expression and sighed, collecting his things.

“You might get on if you bothered to get to know them,” he told Sirius out of the others' earshot, slinging his book bag over his shoulder before heading off in your direction.

You only continued to grow inadvertently closer to James throughout your fourth year, your prank battle coming to its epic conclusion with the two of you joining forces against some particularly nasty upperclassmen. Your practical jokes subsided, your quips and passing insults were traded for real conversations and walking each other to class. You hated to admit it, but he'd grown on you— especially with him letting up considerably on bullying Severus and annoying Lily lately.

All the while, the closer you got to James the more irritated his best friend became. In Sirius' mind, the more time you were spending with James the less time James was spending with him. They hardly hung out alone anymore. And since James started hanging out with you he started mellowing out, which made Lily start hanging out with him, which made him even more tame. Sirius just wanted his best friend back.

“You do realize that issue would largely be resolved if you weren't so bothered by hanging out with both of them together, right?” Lupin had brought up one night as Sirius was airing out his frustrations.

“I'm not going to bother making friends with someone whose family is so wrapped up in blood politics they forget to be human beings first. Trust me, I've met their mother enough times to know.”

“Have you ever asked them about it?” Remus pressed.

“I don't really need to, do I? They're a (L/n). Open your eyes, Moony!”

Remus' brow furrowed, a shine in his eyes akin to sympathy as he regarded Sirius.

“Perhaps it's you that needs to clear your vision, friend.”

A/N: Thank you all so much for the unexpected early support on this story! I have a lot planned for it~ If you’d like to be added to the taglist just let me know ! 

Read chapter 3 here!

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[whatdoesshedotothem]

Thursday 30 July 1835

6 5

11 ¼

No kiss. very fine morning F66° in my study and Celsius 19° at 7 am - wrote all but the 1st 5 lines of yesterday till 7 ¼ - wrote copy of letter for A- to Mr Grey - and then went out till breakfast at 9 in ½ hour - then till 10 had Joseph Mann about getting water to the Stump X Inn  - at Wellroyde before breakfast and Tilley holm bridge and had Mawson there giving him orders about bits of wearing and the bit of proposed new cut - on 1st going out gave Charles H- a talking about the stable and made up my mind to set Mr Husband to look after him - told CH. he had perhaps been long enough about the place - people did not do so well when they had been too long - he is a sadly slow idle, dilatory, tho’ clever headed workman for jobs - the moment I leave home nothing goes on as it should do - Had Mr Harper at 10 - walked with him and his clerk to Mytholm mill examined up wheel and run coal of water and water  in the dam, and then walked down to the end of the tail-goit in the Macauley’s field near Dumb mill - much talk about the wheel Mr Harper thinks there would not be water for a 30ft diameter wheel more than 8 months in the year - better to have a 20ft diameter wheel - 3ft. wide at bottom and 3ft. to the centre of the arch in height [enough] for the tail-goit - Mr. Harper from calculating James Howarths’ measurements of the water passing thro’ the 2 guages, that 7 1/2in. deep and 2ft. broad for one 12 hours and half that quantity for the 12 hours (flowing thro’ 3ft. in length per second) would average 8in. thro’ out the 24 hours - this would be wanted for a 20ft. diameter wheel which might have perhaps 15 horse power - the wheel at Mytholm is of this diameter and 5ft. 6in. broad, but tho’ said to be of 15 horse power they can never put more than 10 horse power on it - cannot work of the dam to within 2ft. of water - Mr. Harper said it would be better to lower the wheel-sill so as to let the water fall on the wheel a foot lower and then losing very little power they would be enabled to work the water lower and longer - George R- said (his engineer told us) that if they could get 6in. more water at the top they could work the wheel an hour longer - now the surface of the dam = 2 roods. 20 perches = 3025 yards .:. 3025/2 =1512 ½ cubic ft. of water required to work the wheel one hour - Mr. Harper mentioned a steam engine - I said it would be too great a nuisance but if he could consume the smoke and sublime it into ivory-black I should be satisfied to have it - told him to consider of this - the ivory black works near the great colliery (that open from the day) near St. Etienne had given me the idea - not settled with Booth about the Lodge - should I object to bring a joiner in from York to settle at H-X and to be a timber merchant - no! I should not object but Greenwood being a timber merchant, thought the joiner in question had better keep clear of timber except for his own use - had better make friends with Greenwood who has not a good life - then had Holt while Mr. Harper had Booth - Holt thinks now that the Spiggs loose is very valuable - it will loose 150 acres upper and ditto lower bed i.e. 300 acres which at whatever bought say £50 or £60 per acre should pay me ½ for the Loose - cannot loose more because there is a throw down in Blake-hill - the 2 endings are 80 yards each sort of crossing the road and loosing Samuel Holdsworth’s coal - it would take their men 6 months to drive if they worked night and day, so that I am sure to stop them - then sent Holt to Mr Harper - then A- off on her pony at 3 and I saw Mr Harper again - he will give me his calculations tomorrow for the wheel and goit and wrote to Mr Leather for his opinion - then he had Booth again about the bridge in the wood - not settled when I went out - sauntered in the walk - saw Joseph Mann again - had him just before Mr Harper came this morning - told him to see Holt and being driving for the Staups water immediately - about an hour talking to Marian - then with them  had Mr J.B. Leyland between 5 and 6 who came as desired by Mr Rawson (Christopher) with a parchment for subscriptions to raise £60 for the purchase of his statue of ‘Kilmany’ that he did during his studies in London which statue is to be placed in the new museum - Mr R-‘s name and Mr George Priestley’s was each down for £10 I said it really was not my intention to put my name down for that sum as I had not the pleasure of knowing anything of Mr JB Leyland and therefore I hoped to see the names of some of his more particular friends down immediately (after) those of Messrs. R- and P- but that I wished him success and had in fact no doubt that the subscriptions would soon be made upon - I would have given £5 but would not give £10 and did not like to be 3rd and give less than the first  2 - but gave no hint of all this

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tho’ my manner indicated that I would give a lesser sum after having him the chance of others at £10 - A- did not return till 6 ½ - dinner at 6 50 - the front stable not being ready for the horses Charles not having sent for the halter rings tile [or till?] by George this afternoon who brought them back with him, sent for James H- to put them on - he came about 7 and the 2 ponies and the gray were brought from the back stable and put into the front for the 1st time - coffee - a few minutes with my father and Marian when called to Messrs. Nelson and son and Husband the clerk of the works at 8 ¾  - on Mr N-‘s saying he had brought a letter from Mr Harper and the estimates for Northgate house, I answered at once, I meant Mr Harper to decide as he thought best, but said I would read what he had written - left the people in the little north dining room and ordered them port and came to my study - read Mr Harper’s letter begging me to choose between the 2 parties each equally capable ‘of executing the work and believed each would do it equally well - ‘Brian Helm’s estimate for the whole is

2700.19.6 Helm

2746.5.0 Nelson

the difference is however rather in the value of the old material than in the price of the actual labour -

277.13.5 Helm

2796.5  Nelson

Nelson having only valued the old material at £50 and Helm at £98.13.11

I have explained the matter both to Helm and to Nelson - they know the amount of each other’s estimate and I have explained to both that you will say which is to have it’ - ‘if Nelson is to have it, I should, Mr. H- thinks, allow BH. a fair compensation for  his trouble  ‘and Nelson ought to reduce his estimate so much below Helm’s as to cover what you might allow Helm’ - ...... ‘I will mention 1 circumstance in Nelson’s favour - Messrs. Cravens of York have been over this afternoon and on explaining the matter to them as to their being too late unless I should feel dissatisfied with the states - old Mr. Craven stated that he was sure Nelson would give in a very fair estimate and if he succeeded would answer both my own and my employer’s purpose as well as any man, and in fact so much were Cravens satisfied that they would not be called upon to oppose Nelson, that they said it was no use stopping in H-x to hear the decision and consequently left at 5 o’clock’ - BH- sometime ago owned to Mr. Harper he had never done columns - Nelson has had more experience - I think the bias of Mr. Harper’s mind is for N- so is my own - BH-‘s estimate for the Lodge was high - his estimate for the work at Northgate is higher than N-‘s - I was not 5 minutes in my study reading Mr. Harper’s letter and deciding - I went down instantly - sent for N- senior into the drawing room I said I did not understand his estimating the old materials at only £50 he answered immediately that he had before told Mr. Harper he would give £100 and that he had told his son (N-) so but that he the son had put down £50 - upon this old N- took the estimate and wrote down that ‘it was intended to put down £100 pounds for the ould matearls’ very well said I ‘your estimate for the work is the lower and I therefore think it right to take it - my doing so is no disparagement to Mr. Helm nor any complaint to you - I do not know either party at all - but I think it right to take the lower estimate which is yours’ - begged him to wait a little and I would give him a letter to Mr. Harper - came up immediately and wrote as follows ‘Shibden hall Thursday 30 July 1835. Sir - In consequence of the assurance contained in your letter that you believe each of the 2 parties equally competent to execute the work, and that the one will do it as well as the other, and Mr Nelson senior having said to you and also stated in writing that it was his intention to give £100 for the old materials I feel it right to take the lowest estimate and therefore leave you to make your arrangements to accordingly with Mr Nelson -  It is much to the credit of both parties that the amount of your estimates is so nearly the same -  As I feel myself at  a loss to judge what will be a proper recompense to Mr Helm for his trouble, I hope you will be so good as settle this matter for me. I am sir etc etc  A Lister’     Went downstairs immediately - gave this letter to Mr Nelson and was upstairs again at 9 50 - I had left A- with my father and Marian - I had heard her come upstairs but somehow it had never occurred to me to tell her what I was about - How strange! how unaccountable! all was done, and it was only on seeing her grave countenance on hearing my decision that the strangeness of my never having told her a syllable of it ere it was over, struck me!!! was it absence? I cannot account for it - but my annoyance was deeper than she thought - she fears I shall be talked of for not giving the job to my townsman - it is not this I think of - the decision was right, but that she had no part in it amazes and annoys me - 3 or 4 minutes with my aunt (poorly) till 9 55 - very fine day F70° at 11 1/4 pm  

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What The Eyes Can’t See

Chapter Two : Opposite Reactions

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader (Royal!au)

Main Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Warnings : mentions of death, cursing

Series Summary :

People are afraid of change, afraid of the impossible, afraid of things that are not known. But how can they not be curious? How can they stay in the kingdom grounds, knowing that they live everyday on a repeat until their grave? Aren’t they curious to what lies beyond the forests? Whats hidden behind the trees? The wonders that lie outside the harsh walls that are set around them?

“The king be dammed,” you muttered, the rules that where set upon you the furthest thing from your mind. Riding your horse out of the borders, you did what you have always done best, you ran, the only thing keeping you going was being back with you family, your home. You could hear the guards quickly approaching, the shout of your betrothed growing closer. You can’t give up, not yet, not when you have your own love chasing you, looking for you, waiting for you.

But yet, you couldn’t decide which direction they were coming from.…

Word Count : 3.1k

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Bucky sat near the fireplace in his chambers. The button up, off-white shirt he wore was torn open, revealing his bare chest to the heat. It had constricted his breath, becoming too tight around his chest when he took heavy breaths to control his growing anger when her barged into the room a few minutes prior. The tunic he wore was also torn but completely off his body lying on the floor next to his bed along with a shattered lantern that we threw against the wall. 

The room itself was covered in darkness, the only thing chasing it away was the blazing flames, threatening to escape the fireplace. The food his maid had brought in before he returned was cold and untouched, except for the chalice of wine that he now held in his hand.

As he brought the chalice up to his lips, his gaze never left the flames in front of him, fiery and alive. The more he stared, the louder the screams of the men and woman echoed in his ears adding to his pounding headache. 

He gulped down the sweet liquid, hoping that that the burn down his throat would help him forget, but it didn’t. The image of the each of the mens faces as they begged for mercy was engraved into his mind. He hated the guilt that he was feeling along with the number of thoughts questioning if what he did was right.

Deep down, Bucky didn’t want to be king. Unlike the people he was surrounded with everyday, the power hungry gene that had been passed through his family for centuries never resonated with him. But it was his duty, as leader, as king, to keep his people in check. Keep them fearful and afraid with his every move.

“Power is fear,” his father would always say, “Without fear, the people will start to think for themselves, and difference in opinion is what leads to war,”

He was eight when he first heard him say it, right after he saw three men hung for treason against the crown for being deemed as outsiders. He didn’t look away, he couldn’t, he needed to be the son his father wanted, the leader and king he wanted. 

But what about the leader the people needed?

Bucky was no fool when it came to the opinions of the kingdom’s folk. He hated spending time in the Spring Vale, the richest and most brainwashed part of the kingdom guarded by the walls. He much rather spend his time in the castle grounds by himself or with a maiden he found for the night. 

His father never really cared about his whereabouts during the day outside of scheduled meetings and classes, so during that free time, he usually grabbed his horse and rode outside of the red wall to visit the rest of the kingdom.

He was never really shown the outside villages surrounding the walls, making it easy for him to blend into the crowd with the right clothes and behaviour. Despite the lack of borders, the outside villages were just as trapped as the ones inside. Guards constantly patrolled the streets with weekly checkups in houses to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary.

Compared to the lush life he grew up in, the surrounding village was horse shit. Most houses weren’t even standing, cracked ruins and walls stood in there place, enough stability to throw a sheet over and have decent shelter. The few that were standing had cracks along the walls paired with non-existent doors and windows.

The market place was the busiest place in the villages. Food came in every week, half of what the kingdom would use in one day. Seeing people fight over something that the crown they served should and could provide in quantity made Bucky think for himself for once in his life.

Along with all the comments that the townsfolk would make, comments that now himself he would think off, comments that he couldn’t blame them for having.

It made him question everything he was taught growing up, everything that his father did as ruler and everything he did and king. 

But he could never question it, unless he wanted his head on a spike. An abrupt knock filtered through his ears followed by the creak of his door. He didn’t make any acknowledgement, waiting for the person to state the reason for its presence. He also needed the time to zone back into the space of the ruthless king he was known to be, but he needed a distraction if he wanted to last for the next day.

When he didn’t hear anything, he let out an annoyed sigh, “Are you going to say anything or just stand there like a frightened goat,”

He stood up from his chair to face the intruder. She was one of the maids, on the younger side compared to rest and relatively new considering how frigid she was. 

Perfect timing, he thought.

She was looking around his mistreated room, fear running up her spine. When he started approaching her, she stopped gawking at the state of his room and hesitantly looked him up and down, a dear caught in headlights.

“Speak up will ya? I haven’t got all day,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I-i’m so so-orry, my king,” she stuttered, bowing her head down, “But Lord Barnes re-equests you presence in his ch-chambers,”

Bucky stood directly in front of the girl now, gripping her chin between his finger to pull her head up and meet his gaze, “That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He questioned mockingly, lowering his voice to a course whisper, “Now be a good girl and clean my chambers for me for when I return,” he brought his lips close to her ear, “And maybe I’ll reward you if you do a good job, hmm?”

Leaving her stunned and frozen in place, he smirked, letting out a huff before opening his door, stepping out and slamming it behind him. Walking down the dark corridors, he tried to keep the smirk on his face for the guards as he was passing by but he could feel his exterior crumbling. 

And of course his father chooses this time to call him to talk.

His father lived in the east wing of the castle, bare of anyone except a few guards and two maids that only passed by in the morning to deliver food and do some light cleaning. Usually, he would stay in the library when his tasks where finished for the day, but for the past few months, his health had been deteriorating, leaving him bound to his bed. 

Greeting the guard that stood outside his father’s chambers, he opened the door, stepping inside the room. It was welly lit, candles in every corner with the fireplace as angry as his. However his father was not lying in bed, he was standing by the open window, gazing out into the night sky.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Bucky questioned, straightening his posture. “What’s the point when I’m dying either way,” he responded dryly, taking a sip of wine.

Bucky didn’t want to stay long, his father never failed to irritate him and he knew this visit wouldn’t be an exception.

“Why did you call me here?” Bucky questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Don’t use that tone with me boy,” his father replied, turning his head slightly, “You may be king, but I won’t hesitate to put you in your place,”

Bucky felt his anger boil, “Yes father,” he grumbled, self consciously rubbing his forearm, “Why did you call me here?” He asked, trying to mask the edge in his voice with much calmer tone.

His father took a sip of wine from the goblet in his hand. He stayed facing the window as he spoke, “Do you know why we rule the way we do?” He asked. “Yes, father.” Bucky replied, itching to get out of the dank room.

“Then why did I see you hesitate to behead the men who decided to betray us,” Bucky’s breath caught in his throat. Of course his father noticed, his silent hopes that he had blinked in that very moment were broken. But he knew better than to lie to the son of the Sovereign.

“It was my first time father,” 

“But you’ve seen it countless times before,” he spat, “hesitation is not trait found in a king meant to rule,”

His father turned around and walked up to him. He grabbed the back of his neck, locking his grey eyes on his, “are you questioning the laws, James?”

“Of course not, father,” Bucky said, maintaining eye contact. 

After a few seconds, his father finally let go, “Good,” 

He walked back to the window, taking another sip of his wine.

“Is that all father?” Bucky grumbled.

“One more thing,” His father said, “The Grand Ball is tomorrow, I expect you to choose a queen by the end of the night. This kingdom needs an heir.”

His tone left no room for negotiation, “Yes father,”

With that, Bucky walked out of his room, slamming the door behind him.

…

“What do you think she’s talking about?” You questioned, laying your head in Steve’s lap.

“Maybe you would know if you tried to pay attention,” Steve said, poking your side as you rolled your eyes.

“She says the same thing every single assembly. Plus after that long walk I could use a nap right about now,” you grumbled, nuzzling further into his thigh.

Steve let out a chuckle before focusing back on the meeting held in front of him. Every month, a gathering was held to update the people on what was going on and what goals had to be reached by the end of the month.

“Things will be different this month Y/n,” Steve said determinedly, “I can feel it,”

You looked up at the blonde, “Not to be rude, but you said that last time,” you paused, “And I’m pretty sure you said that the time before that as well,”

Steve sighed, looking back down at you. He took your hands in his, kissing your knuckles, “I know, I know, but you want to know why I know this time is going to be different?”

“Enlighten me,” you hummed.

“Because, Valkyrie has a special assignment for you,” you shot up into a seated position, “Or so I’ve heard,”

“What?” You gasped, “This isn’t going to be another stupid horse back ride to the other camp is it?”

“If it was then she would’ve announced who’s going by now don’t you think?” Steve smiled, “Clint told me about it when I went to get our rations for the day, said that she stayed back after the council meeting with the head guard and he heard your name,”

You sighed, laying back down on Steves lap, “Then it’s probably nothing then, you know Clint likes to gossip. It’s probably just another exercise to improve my skills for the big fight,”

“Oh the optimist,” Steve hummed, playing with the sleeves of your shirt.

“You love it,” you smiled, looking up at the blue sky above you.

“yeah yeah,” he mumbled, focussing back on meeting, “Maybe it is,” 

Valkyrie voice vibrated thought your ears, loud and clear for all the people surrounding her to hear. You always wondered how one person could hold so much power in just their voice, gaining enough respect to get everyone around them to listen. It was one of the reasons why you looked up to her, not just as a leader but as a mentor.

Her lover, Carol, stood behind her with the same stance, tall and proud. It was a strange contrast to what you had experienced in King’s Empire. The levels of respect and what decided who deserved it were a stark difference to the open environment you grew up in with the north camp. Most things like woman leaders and relationships with the same sex were forbidden, something that never made sense to you given the home you grew up in.

Which is why you were so conflicted with the feelings of change.

You were comfortable with what happened in camp, the routine you had every week. Waking up in Steve’s arms, completing whatever tasks where given to you that day, talk with whoever was around you at the time and have dinner with the camp to end the day.

It was what you did since you came to camp so many years ago. You was fine to the little changes that had been made here and there, but the talk of something big happening made you fearful for the months to come.

But you stayed open minded, not just for the people who needed it, but for Steve as well.

“Hey, dream bug,” Steve poked your cheek, “Meetings over,”

You blinked rapidly, “Shit, really?”

“Yes really,” Steve chuckled, “Do I need to do the recap?”

You sat up, turning to face your boyfriend while stretching your legs, “Do I need to answer?” You crossed them quickly.

“Well,” he started, clasping his hands together. “Thor gave the updates on resources concerning food, they seem stable for the rest of the month. Loki mentioned that the weapons are coming along, along with intel from the other camps. Carol announced that our army is growing bigger and bigger.” He tapped his finger on his chin, amused with the long yawn you let out, “Oh and Valkyrie wants to see you in the map room directly after the meeting,”

Your eyes widened as you shot up from your seat, “Why didn’t you tell me that!” You shouted, turning to run towards her hut.

“Maybe listen next time,” Steve shouted back, laughing as he watched you speed towards the hut, knowing fully well you still had time before you had to arrive.

As you reached the hut, you yanked the clothe covering the entrance open, smelling sheepishly at your leader, “Sorry i-“

“Y/n! Thank you for coming early,” she smiled, motioning for you to enter, “We still have to wait for people to come,”

You huffed under your breath, “Fucker,”

“Is Steve not with you?” Carol asked, removing her armour in the corner of the room.

“He should be on his way,” you sighed, sliding your hand across the large table in the middle of the room, walking to stand next to Peter, one of the newer recruits.

“Y/n,” you decided to introduced yourself, not sure if you had spoken to the boy before. You had seen him around the field training with all the other recruits. you remembered being impressed with his skill and agility. You’d never seen such a quick learner when it came to the ways of the camp.

“Oh, uh- Peter,” he blushed, looking towards the floor.

It was silent between both of you as you waited for people to file in for the gathering to begin until he cleared his throat.

“Do- do you know why we’re here?” He asked shyly, playing with his fingers.

“Not really, no,” you thought, leaning against the tabled on your forearms, “I’m sure it’s just a personal assignment to venture out or to search the surrounding areas, nothing to hard,”

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled running his hands through his curls.

You looked at him with curiosity, “How long have you been here Peter?” 

“Two months,” he shrugged, a small smile creeping on his face, “I assume you’ve been here much longer?”

“Try fifteen years,” you chuckled, looking up at him, noticing his stiff posture, “Don’t worry about what other people think of you, here, we have no room for judgment,”

Your eyes caught the movement of the man who walked into the hut, “Well most people don’t,” you grumbled, picking at your nails

“Y/n,”

“Brock,” you muttered.

“Brock,” You heard Valkyrie repeat, just as annoyed as you were, “What are you doing here, you should be with Clint and the new recruits,”

“Well I ran into Stevie on the way here, heard that one of those recruits are in here,” he sent a pointed look to Peter.

“He’s here because I ordered him too. Don’t forget your place here Brock” Valkyrie countered  crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Ah yes, how could I forget,” he smirked, walking over to Peter and slapping a hand on his back, “I just don’t think this one is ready for whatever you’re going to assign him too,”

“You mean the Peter who toped all of his skill classes by a landslide? The Peter who ran four laps around the camp without breaking a sweat? The Peter who took you down in his third fight with you?” You raised one of your eyebrows, standing up straight, “Whatever is it, I’m sure he is more than capable to do whatever he has to do,” you smiled sweetly, “Way more capable that you could ever be,”

Brock walked over to you, his fists and jaw clenched tightly. You didn’t move an inch, paying no mind to the tension that rose in the room, you continued.

“Maybe that’s why you have to find some excuse to get in here and hear something that confidential, It bothers you that someone you consider beneath you gets to instead,”

His anger only made you more amused and proud of yourself for pushing his buttons in the right ways to frustrate him the most.

Without a word, he stomped out of the room, bumping Steve in the shoulder on his way out.

You beamed returning to your original position against the table. Valkyrie and Carol stood with smirks on there faces while Peter smiled shyly. Steve stood confused by the entrance.

“Should I ask?” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“It’s nothing important,” Valkyrie smirked, turning to face Carol.

“Thank you, Y/n,” Peter said, letting out a loud breath, “No one’s ever stood up for me like that before,”

“It was my pleasure,” you grinned, leaning into Steve as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “Brock’s a dick, don’t pay any mind to what he says. He pulls most of it out of his ass anyways.”

You and Peter chuckled while Steve sent you a look of confusion. Before he could ask what ever happened, Bruce came rushing into the hut.

“Finally!” Valkyrie exclaimed, “The man of the hour,”

“Sorry, I was discussing clothes arrangements with Wanda,” he mumbled out of breath, “Apparently the design wasn’t native to the kingdom so she had to do the stitching over before it was ready to wear to the castle,”

“To the castle?” You uttered, looking at bruce confused.

“Yes, for when you and Peter head to castle tonight?” He turned to Valkyrie, “Did you not tell them?”

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A/n : So uh hi, it’s been a while. A lot of stuff has been going on in my life and adding that with school starting back, things have kind of been overwhelming. But now i think i’ve caught my bearings (hopefully anyways) and i got some inspiration to write so i took it. I hope you enjoy!

Feedback is always appreciated 🥰

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Home - Ch. 6

Chapter 6 - Everything Changes

Chapter Summary: What happens now?

Word Count: 2156

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading this story and I hope you enjoy it. I’ve tried a new writing style for this fic and I can definitely say it’s not my cup of tea but I love the story anyways!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters so don’t sue me please. I just really like them haha

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“Tell me what’s going on, please sweetheart” Ty’s voice was soft, warm as he spoke. The warmth of his hands on your shoulders grounded you.

“I need you to take over today, please. I’ll explain it all later, I swear” your voice was barely a whisper, your eyes still locked onto the highway he’d surely disappeared down.

Without waiting for him to agree, you’d raced inside, grabbing your phone and keys. Rex raced along after you as quick as he could in his old age, and you let him climb in before you peeled off down the road. You weren’t sure which way to go, but you decided South seemed like the best chance.

As you drove, you dialed a number you hadn’t typed in years, your eyes scanning every car you passed. The line rang and rang, and you were beginning to give up hope when they finally answered.

“Sam? Sam, I just saw Bucky” your voice broke.

“[Y/N]? Fuck, is that really you?” he sounded shocked, and you couldn’t really blame him.

“Yeah, it's me. I know. I just - listen. Bucky was here, Sam and now he’s gone again and I know I sound crazy but -” the words flew out of you.

“I know - He’s alive, [Y/N]. Hydra had him. We’ve been trying to find you but no one could track you down” his voice was soft.

As his words registered, you pulled over to the side of the road, slamming the truck into park, “He… He was alive? All this time? How long has he been back, Sam” your voice was so low he could barely hear you by the end.

“A year. We got him back a year ago. You did a good job hiding your tracks” Sam sighed, “We weren’t sure we’d ever find you, another month or two and we’d have held a press conference. He’s been trying to find you since the day he got back.”

“Why’d he leave then, Sam?”

“What do you mean?” you could hear the confusion as plain as day in his voice.

“I mean… He saw me, and before I could do anything or say anything he left” you whimpered.

“What? Okay, hold on. You’re sure it was him? And he saw you?”

“Yeah. He saw me, and I froze and then he left, Sam. He left me.”

“Just, just hold on one second, okay?” Sam held his hand over the receiver on his end, and you could hear him calling out for someone. For a moment all you could hear was muffled voices, then a new voice came on the line.

“[Y/N]?” Nat sounded cautious as if afraid she’d scare you away, “Sam told me what’s going on. He’s going to call Bucky from my phone, but can you tell me what happened?”

The story poured out of you in a quick ramble, “I was in the diner with Ty. And Rex barked, and he never does that so I turned to see who it was. He took off his baseball cap, and I knew it was him, and then he looked at me and I’d know those eyes anywhere. I know it was him, Nat, I know it. But I froze. I froze and I didn’t move and he left, but I thought I was seeing a ghost but Ty kept asking who that was and what happened and I tried to go after him but I don’t know where he is.”

“Okay, look, Sam’s got him on the line so give me a second and we’ll figure out what’s going on, alright?”

The silence seemed to stretch on forever, you could hear Sam talking in the background but you couldn’t understand what he was saying. The old familiar guilt began to run through your mind again, what if he blamed you? What if he hated you? Only this time, you had the added fear of what if he hated you for leaving? What if he hated you for taking his kids away? For hiding and them not being able to find you.

“I’m going to put you on speakerphone, [Y/N], okay? That way you can hear what Sam has to say.” Nat gave you a second to agree before she did.

“Bucky” Sam paused as if trying to find the right way to phrase it, “Bucky needs time. He needs a little time. Seeing you was a shock and he needs a little bit to get his thoughts in order, okay?”

“How long? Does he want me to meet him somewhere? Why does he need time?” the questions flew out of you, rapid-fire.

“He’s been through a lot, [Y/N]. I don’t know, he just needs time. He’ll come see you when he’s ready…” Sam sighed, the frustration evident in his voice.

“How much more time can he need, Sam? It’s been almost nine years. Nine. Years.”

“I know, but you know how it is. He’ll come around.” Sam didn’t sound so sure this time.

“So what? Now I just go back to my house and pretend everything is fine until he decides to come talk to me?”

“I guess so,” he paused before continuing “How are you? How are the boys?”

“We-we’re fine. I run a diner, George has a show this weekend - he rides horses and competes when he can. Ty’s going to take him since I’m taking James down to Kalispel, I promised he could have a dog if he proved he could be responsible so we’re going to look at some puppies for him. But um, they’re good. How are you? I saw the press conference after the complex got destroyed. I hear you’re rebuilding?”

Silence echoed down the line for a bit before Nat spoke, “That’s right. We’re rebuilding. Tony’s taking advantage of the rebuild to make everything even more state of the art. I’m glad you and the boys are doing alright.”

“That sounds like a very Tony thing to do” you took a deep breath before speaking again, “I’m sorry. Just so you know, I really am sorry.”

This time it was Sam who answered you, “How come you didn’t call? Hell, you could have emailed or written or anything, [Y/N]. You sent one text then just up and disappeared the day after giving birth. We thought something bad happened to you. You could have at least told us you were alive at some point.”

“I wasn’t in a good place for a long time. And every time I thought about it, I’d turn on the news and you’d be locked in some new fight and I knew if I did, I could put the kids at risk again. If you could find me, so could someone else. And what if they wanted to hurt me? Hurt the boys? I didn’t want to risk it, I wouldn’t survive if anything happened to them because of me. I missed the hell out of you but I couldn’t - can’t - risk the kids.”

“We thought you were dead.” Steve’s voice cut in, “We thought you were right. Maybe someone did have it out for you and for all we knew you were dead and it was our fault. Bucky refused to give up on you.”

“I’m so sorry, Steve. I didn’t know what to do. I panicked and yeah I didn’t do the best job, but I did the best I could. Every time I talked to you guys, you asked me to come home and made me feel like I couldn’t possibly ever do it on my own and then you did the one thing I asked you not to do, and you showed up at the hospital and I panicked, okay.” your voice was almost a whimper by the end.

No one spoke for a long time, and when the silence became deafening you began to ramble, “Sam, Falcon is George’s favorite Avenger. He even named his horse after you. He’s a good horse, reliable as all hell. Together they’ve been through quite a few shows and he always takes care of him. Steve, you’re James’ favorite. He loves reading about all the stupid things you did as a kid. At first, I thought he was joking when he said he wanted to start that much trouble someday, but I’ll be honest, I’m not sure he was anymore. He got expelled from school two weeks ago for fighting. I guess some older kids were picking on some girl and he stepped in. We took him out for ice cream after.” you chuckled breathlessly.

It was silent for a long while before Clint spoke, “What you’re telling me is the boys have horrible taste. I mean, Sam and Steve? None of them picked me?”

Clint’s simple joke seemed to break the nervous spell everyone was under, and it wasn’t long before questions began to fly back and forth. For the next hour, you sat in your truck on the side of the road, answering every question they could come up with. When darkness began to fall, you’d reluctantly hung up the phone after promising to keep in touch and began the drive back to your home.

During the drive home, your thoughts wandered, and you couldn’t help but wonder why Bucky would come all this way only to leave. Why would he come and leave? Why would he say he needed time? How could he come back after years only to disappear before you even had the chance to say hello? There was no way to know how much Hydra had put him through this time, so you’d just have to wait for him to come back. You couldn’t abandon the twins to chase after Bucky, and if the team said he’d be back, that he just needed time, you had to trust them.

You were too wrapped up in your own thoughts to notice the little black car that followed you until you pulled into your driveway. By the time you’d unloaded Rex and headed inside the car and its occupant was long gone.

Back in the house, Ty was waiting for you to come home. He’d ordered pizza in for him and the boys, and they were off working on their homework in their rooms when you walked in. Ty didn’t ask you for any details, didn’t pressure you to tell him anything, he merely traded you your truck keys for a glass of water and took a seat, waiting patiently for you to explain.

And you did. You told him everything, everything about your time in the Avengers, the truth about Bucky being the boy’s dad, and how’d you lost him. Ty sat quietly, taking it all in as you told him every little detail you could think of, your whole life story just spilled from your lips like water from a broken dam. And he didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate once. When you told him who had walked into the diner that morning, he merely reached out and rested his hand on yours.

Ty offered you no false promises, he never had. He was your best friend, and he’d promised to always shoot you straight, no matter if it hurt to hear or not.

“[Y/N], you don’t know what his time away has done to him. He might not be the same person you knew back then, and the two of you may never reconcile. But you can’t know what's going to happen, not yet. Maybe he just got spooked from seeing you for the first time in years, maybe he’s just not healed enough after what he’s been through. Give him time, don’t let him take your new life from you.”

Ty had stayed for a cup of late-night tea before he left. You promised to keep him up to date when he left, knowing there’d be hell to pay if you didn’t. Last time you broke a promise to keep him up to date, you’d come home to find sticky notes covering every inch of your kitchen. The boys had loved every minute of it, and it had sparked a six-month-long prank war. Things had only come to an end when George almost broke his arm falling out of a tree they were trying to put all of Ty’s notebooks in.

As you tucked the boys into bed that evening, you realized you had to make a decision on what to tell them. You’d always been vague in the past, just telling them their father’s name was James, and he’d been a good man who died trying to save others. They’d long ago given up asking for more detailed answers, but you’d always known the day was coming where you’d have to tell them the truth.

How do you tell your kids that their father was one of the Avengers - just like you were - and that he’s not actually dead like the world believed?

~~~~~

Next Chapter ->

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2018 Fic List

Since I did this for 2019, I wanted to do one for 2018 because I guess I just love mucking around with lists XD

2018 was also the year harassment on my main account drove me to create 2 more separate AO3 accounts so I could continue to post non-drarry fics in peace until the drarry fandom found some chill, so around August/September is when links will start going to other accounts and I was super active there rather than my main. 

(2019 List)

Note: All explicit rated fics on my main AO3 account are behind an account lock, that means only logged in AO3 users can read them. This is for a couple of reasons, but a big one is because those fics are the ones that I find reposted the most frequently. Don’t repost my fics.

Most popular fics of 2018:

(because I’m doing this now, I can’t get completely accurate for most popular within 2018, so it’s more like, which are my most popular fics of 2018 now)

Most Kudosed: ‘In the Ways That Matter’ (HP, Drarry, 1,260 Kudos, posted April) Most Hits: ‘Kinktober 2018′ (VLD, Multiship, 21,764 hits, posted October) Most Commented: ‘In the Ways That Matter’ (HP, Drarry, 83 comments, posted April) 

This is an even longer list than 2019 (182 works linked), milestones, stats, fandom, ship, and fic lists under the cut:

Milestones:

Hit 100k+ words on VLD AO3 account Participated in Shatt Week 2018 (6/7 days done) Submitted a fic for H/D Consent Fest 2018 Submitted a fic for Chubby Neville Fest 2018 Completed Sheith Angst Week 2018  Completed Sapphic September for both HP and VLD on time (totaling 60 works) Completed James and Keith Week 2018 (in Sept, wow I was on fire that month)  Completed Kinktober 2018 for VLD on time (and mostly writing things I’d never written before XD)

Stats:

Total number of fics posted: 182 Total word count posted: 210,601 Total number of fandoms: 4 Total number of ships: 52

Month with the most fics: September (70) Month with the least fics: July, November, December (all 0)

Most written fandom: Voltron (116) Least written fandom: Yuri On Ice (1)

Most written ship: VLD: Matt/Shiro (31)

Longest fic: In Pursuit of Red Wine (HP, Draco/Neville, 28,732 words) Shortest fic: Knowing When to Shut Up (VLD, Matt/Shiro, 88 words)

Fandoms herein: Voltron (116), Harry Potter (62), Star Wars (3), YOI (1)

Ships herein:

VLD: Adashi, Allura/Veronica, Alluracxa, Hance, Heith, Hunk/Keith/Lance, James/Keith/Shiro, James/Lotor, James/Shiro, Jeith, Katt, Keith/Anon, Keith/BOM, Keith/Tentacles, Klance, Kolivan/Shiro, Lancelot, Matt/Hunk, Matt/Keith/Shiro, Matt/Lance/Shiro, Romelle/Veronica, Romellura, Shance, Shatt, Shetih, Shunk, Uliro, Veracxa HP: Blaise/Pansy, Bleville, Dean/Draco, Delachang, Draco/Fred/George, Drarry, Drarryville, Dreville, Flonks, Ginny/Tonks, Ginsy, Hermione/Pansy/Tracey, Linny, Lunsy, Nottbottom, Padma/Pansy, Pansmione, Parvansy, Parvender, Pottbottom, Rarry, Star Wars: Skysolo YOI: Otayuri

And with all that out of the way, the fics:

January (2 fics, 1,993 words):

Made Real by the Speaking of It (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 1,147 words)

Untitled Prompted Work (HP, Neville/Theodore, Teen, 846 words, Ch 22 in ‘Neville/Theo Prompted Drabbles and Ficlets’)

February (10 fics, 34,721 words):

Broken Heating (Close Quarters #1) (Star Wars, Han/Luke, Teen, 435 words)

Decisions (HP, Blaise/Pansy, G rated, 604 words)

Untitled Prompted Work (HP, Blaise/Neville, G rated, 364 words, Ch 4 in ‘Blaise/Neville Prompted Ficlets and Drabbles’)

Banished but Not Alone (HP, Neville/Theodore, Teen, 965 words)

In Pursuit of Red Wine (HP, Draco/Neville, Teen, 28,732 words, for Chubby Neville Fest)

Scars (HP, Draco/Neville, Teen, 366 words)

Stargazing (HP, Neville/Theodore, Teen, 328 words)

Should Have Brought a Bag (Bookmarks and Chocolates and Dates #2) (HP, Hermione/Pansy, G rated, 1,032 words)

One Way or the Other (HP, Draco/Harry/Neville, Teen, 1,194 words)

Caught Singing (HP, Neville/Theodore, Teen, 701 words)

March (6 fics, 8,824 words):

Close Quarters (Close Quarters #2) (Star Wars, Han/Luke, Teen, 2,840 words)

The Perfect Morning (With a Rough Start) (HP, Harry/Neville, Teen, 968 words)

Getting in Late (HP, Neville/Theodore, G rated, 566 words)

Little Surprises (HP, Neville/Theodore, G rated, 555 words)

What Luck! (HP, Draco/Harry/Neville, Teen, 2,466 words)

Cloud Watching (HP, Draco/Neville, Teen, 1,429 words)

April (9 fics, 25,088 words):

Being Brave (HP, Draco/Neville, Teen, 4,053 words)

Just to Watch It Wriggle (HP, Dean/Draco, Teen, 609 words)

In the Ways That Matter (HP, Draco/Harry, Teen, 9,024 words, for H/D Consent Fest 2018)

Always with You, Even When the Dam Breaks (HP, Draco/Neville, Teen, 2,445 words)

To Catch a Ferret (HP, Draco/Fred/George, Teen, 1,271 words)

Dragons and Weasels (HP, Draco/Fred/George, Teen, 2,282 words)

Close Calls and Future Decisions (Otayuri Assassin’s Creed AU #3) (YOI, Otabek/Yuri P, Teen, 3,368 words)

A Delightful Turn of Events (HP, Cho/Fleur, Teen, 777 words)

Until It’s Old and Comfortable (HP, Harry/Ron, Teen, 1,259 words)

May (1 fic, 1,819 words):

A Familiar Ruse (HP, Ginny/Tonks, Teen, 1,819 words)

June (1 fic, 1,328 words):

A Snowy Getaway (Close Quarters #3) (Star Wars, Han/Luke, Teen, 1,328 words)

July: 0

August (48 fics, 54,308 words):

(Note: cross posting spree to a new account after deleting many voltron fics off main due to harassment from drarry readers salty I wasn’t posting their ship that year, all fics were still posted originally within 2018, after the Shatt spam everything else was posted originally in August on the new account)

After Training (VLD, Hunk/Lance, Teen, 1,068 words)

Good Enough (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Teen, 2,524 words)

Again (We’ll Figure It out as We Go #1) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 1,350 words)

Signal (We’ll Figure It out as We Go #2) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 1,021 words)

Problem Solving (We’ll Figure It out as We Go #3) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 1,397 words)

Slacking off Work (We’ll Figure It out as We Go #4) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Explicit, 4,022 words)

Not a Genius About Everything (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 274 words)

Snooping (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 539 words)

Not Very Leader-Like (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 174 words)

That Kind of Picnic (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 206 words)

Knowing When to Shut Up (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 88 words)

Poolside (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 260 words)

Accidentally out Loud (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 135 words)

Staying After (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 195 words)

Breaking the News (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 311 words)

Backseat Driving (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 203 words)

A Quick Dip (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 183 words)

Unauthorised Merchandise (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 112 words)

Finding the Words (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 2,415 words, for Shatt Week 2018)

Different Perspectives (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 960 words, for Shatt Week 2018)

Share the Load (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 1,800 words, for Shatt Week 2018)

Wakey Wakey (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 699 words, for Shatt Week 2018)

Going Back (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 876 words, for Shatt Week 2018)

Lost in Dreams (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 835 words, for Shatt Week 2018)

Staying Ahead (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 196 words)

Boop the Snoot (Matt/Shiro Crochet Verse #1) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 555 words)

Passing the Time (Matt/Shiro Crochet Verse #2) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 1,063 words)

Unlikely to Learn but Happy to Try (Matt/Shiro Crochet Verse #3) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 239 words)

Like a Damn Cat (Matt/Shiro Crochet Verse #4) (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 255 words)

A Teeny Tiny Lie (VLD, Matt/Shiro, G rated, 213 words)

Telling Tall Tales (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 274 words)

Fine Art (VLD, Matt/Shiro, Teen, 98 words)

You Never Beg, Huh? (VLD, Keith/Lance, Explicit, 1,743 words)

Something Else Entirely (VLD, Acxa/Allura, Teen, 1,113 words)

Reaching Out, Not Letting Go (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Teen, 8,635 words)

Finding Time for Rest (Finding Time for Rest #1) (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Teen, 3,146 words)

Chasing Distraction (VLD, James/Keith, Keith/Shiro (one-sided), Mature, 2,864 words)

Making Time (Finding Time for Rest #2) (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Mature, 4,215 words)

A Tear in the Night Sky (VLD, James/Lotor, Teen, 531 words)

Pulled in by the Bond in Our Hearts (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Mature, 842 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

To See Your Face Again (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Teen, 420 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

Better Next Time (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Mature, 483 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

The Soul Knows Before the Mind Does (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Teen, 536 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

When Hard Choices Become Easy Choices (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Mature, 930 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

Focus on the Fire (VLD, one-sided Keith/Shiro, Past Adam/Shiro, Teen, 719 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

Can’t Wait to See Their Faces (HP, Draco/Harry, G rated, 298 words)

Nice Shower? (HP, Draco/Harry, Explicit, 1,871 words)

Is That How You Want It Then? (HP, Neville/Theodore, Explicit, 1,422 words)

September (70 fics, 49,790 words):

(Sapphic September for HP series with prompt list, Sapphic September for VLD series with prompt list)

Just Like Every Other Night (VLD, Keith/Shiro, Teen, 712 words, for Sheith Angst Week 2018)

Breakfast Smoothies (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 301 words)

Worth a Shot (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 628 words)

Waiting for so Long (HP, Ginny/Luna, Teen, 1,210 words)

Alone for Long Enough (VLD, Acxa/Allura, Mature, 254 words)

Nothing More Beautiful (HP, Cho/Fleur, Teen, 1,097 words)

Don’t Mention the Robots (VLD, Allura/Romelle, Mature, 525 words)

Standards (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 701 words)

Wondering (VLD, Acxa/Allura, Teen, 456 words)

Childhood Games (HP, Luna/Pansy, G rated, 805 words)

Yours, Always (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 720 words)

Night Flight (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 389 words)

The Bad Guy (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 406 words)

Latest Acquisition (HP, Pansy/Parvati, G rated, 348 words)

Misplaced Focus (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 435 words)

Pancakes (HP, Cho/Fleur, Teen, 298 words)

Purple Flush (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Explicit, 3,621 words)

Bringing Work Home (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 1,056 words)

A Sign of Affection (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, G rated, 251 words)

A Tough Day (HP, Hermione/Pansy/Tracey, Teen, 817 words)

Lines, and Crossing Them (VLD, James/Keith, Teen, 2,808 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

Sharing Customs (VLD, Allura/Romelle, G rated, 296 words)

Be Careful What You Wish For (HP, Ginny/Pansy, Teen, 770 words, for hpcupminifest September)

Wanting Out (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 1,220 words)

Missing Her (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, G rated, 322 words)

What a Night (VLD, James/Keith, Teen, 2,378 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

Cutting In (HP, Cho/Fleur, G rated, 385 words)

Call It Pilot Solidarity (VLD, James/Keith, Teen, 2,525 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

Teach Me Everything (VLD, Allura/Romelle, Mature, 268 words)

Need More Tea (HP, Hermione/Pansy, G rated, 916 words)

Familiar Souls, Familiar Faces (VLD, Allura/Romelle, G rated, 308 words)

Checking In (VLD, James/Keith, Teen, 2,583 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

Hot Chocolate (HP, Hermione/Pansy, G rated, 792 words)

Trying Chocolate (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, G rated, 410 words)

Late (VLD, James/Keith, Teen, 492 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

It’s Only Goodbye for Now (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 1,241 words)

Agree to Disagree (VLD, Acxa,/Veronica, Teen, 249 words)

If Only Wishing Made It So (VLD, James/Keith, Keith/Shiro (one-sided), Mature, 394 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

Another Kind of Magic (HP, Hermione/Pansy, G rated, 357 words)

Battery Acid (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 315 words)

Setting Out to Win (VLD, James/Keith, Teen, 644 words, for James and Keith Week 2018)

Nothing Is Certain (HP, Padma/Pansy, Teen, 715 words)

Remaining Calm (VLD, Allura/Romelle, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 655 words)

Persuasion (HP, Cho/Fleur, Mature, 259 words)

Fascination (VLD, Allura/Veronica, Teen, 813 words)

Ready? (HP, Ginny/Pansy, Teen, 1,037 words)

Stolen Thunder (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 735 words)

More Than Just Maintaining Cover (HP, Ginny/Tonks, Mature, 1,440 words)

Beginning with Marriage (VLD, Allura/Veronica, Teen, 843 words)

How Convenient (HP, Ginny/Luna, Teen, 548 words)

For as Long as You Need (VLD, Allura/Romelle, G rated, 338 words)

Settling In (HP, Fleur/Tonks, G rated, 532 words)

Home Is with the One You Love (VLD, Acxa/Allura, G rated, 304 words)

Traps and Revelations (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 594 words)

More Than Mercy (VLD, Acxa/Allura, Teen, 1,112 words)

Mistakes Made In Anger (HP, Draco/Harry, Teen, 191 words)

A Rock Big Enough for Two (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 621 words)

Unlike the Bananas? (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, G rated, 232 words)

No Monsters Here (HP, Lavender/Parvati, Teen, 262 words)

Diplomacy (VLD, Allura/Romelle, G rated, 210 words)

Don’t Ever Forget (HP, Ginny/Luna, Teen, 357 words)

Worship (VLD, Acxa/Allura, Teen, 427 words)

If They Only Knew (HP, Hermione/Pansy, Teen, 660 words)

Not So Blind (VLD, Romelle/Veronica, Teen, 556 words)

Don’t Lose the Dream (HP, Ginny/Luna, G rated, 449 words)

A Wrinkle in Her Plans (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, G rated, 418 words)

Loving the Clumsy (HP, Fleur/Tonks, Teen, 276 words)

Should Have Used Blue (VLD, Allura/Veronica, G rated, 272 words)

A Race Just to Ask (HP, Ginny/Pansy, G rated, 277 words)

Veronica and the Beast (HP, Acxa/Veronica, Teen, 254 words)

October (35 fics, 32,730 words):

Kiss Cam (VLD, Allura/Veronica, Teen, 391 words)

Green Means Go (VLD, Acxa/Veronica, Explicit, 1,824 words)

Start the Chase (HP, Draco/Harry, Explicit, 4,015 words)

A Visitor With a Key (HP, Draco/Harry, Teen, 303 words)

+ 31 more works in ‘Kinktober 2018′ (VLD, Keith/Blade of Marmora, Keith/Shiro, James/Keith, Hunk/Keith/Lance, Hunk/Lance, Lance/Lotor, Mat/Shiro, Hunk/Keith, Matt/Keith, James/Shiro, James/Keith/Shiro, Matt/Hunk, Matt/Keith/Shiro, Adam/Shiro, Shiro/Ulaz, Hunk/Shiro, Kolivan/Shiro, Lance/Shiro, Matt/Lance/Shiro, Keith/Lance, Keith/Anonymous Stranger, Keith/Kolivan, Keith/Tentacles, All Explicit, total word count 26,197)

November: 0

December: 0

Notes:

-What the hell was I on in September and how do I get my hands on it again XD I went fucking insane that month doing Sapphic September twice over + a ship week. YIKES. But also like, NEVER AGAIN, I remember I was so burned out halfway through Kinktober after that and struggled to finish kinktober’s list, then I went offline for a few months and didn’t write for just as long, but also some real life shit was going down so it’s all blurred together XD

-Aaaah, look at all them rarepairs, I do so love my rares!

-Still kinda bummed that S8 killed my VLD buzz cos writing for that fandom was so much fun and I miss it, I was gonna try get back into it this year, but then found out that even previously non-toxic corners of the fandom are toxic now and nope, killed my buzz all over again.

-STILL NO BBC MERLIN?!?!?! omg was 2017 really the last time I wrote for that fandom??????? Also no Star Trek, I really thought 2018 was the year I wrote that but I guess my memory is still shit XD must have been 2017 wow, but at least there’s still new fandoms for when I get around to making a 2017/2016 list XD which will luckily be smaller cos I wrote fewer but longer fics in 2016/2017

-Overall, like 2019, 2018 was a bad year for me in terms of word count. I guess it was the beginning of my health really affecting my ability to write and my shift to accommodate for that by writing shorter things instead of trying and failing to write long fics like I used to (altho actually I think that started in 2017 really, guess I need to make the list to see XD). I’m still pretty proud though, cos I always wanted to write more sapphic content and doing sapphic september was something I didn’t think I’d manage but I did it 2x over =) and then off the heels of that success, I did Femslash Feb for HP in 2019 and some of Sapphic Sept 2019 too

-Kinktober was also super fun, even though I was a big ball of anxiety the whole time and burning out pretty badly after September. But I really got outside of my comfort zone to write several things I not only hadn’t written before, but also don’t even personally like XD I wrote a couple of my squicks and that was an interesting experience. I also gained a few new kinks, also an interesting experience XD

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Between the Sky and a Hard Place Ch. 6

{Nico POV}

It was a rough trip for Nico and the others. The first thing Nico did when he had the chance was burn all his Mythomagic cards at the nearest flame he could find, in the debris of the destroyed Talos. Bianca tried to stop and talk to him as he began, but he was not listening, as he continued tossing more cards into the flames. He didn't care. In a flash, that part of his life was over.

After acquiring a vehicle, they made their way west, with a somber mood filling the air. but the group continued onward until they reached an imposing structure, the Hoover Dam. Grover begged to visit it, saying that it was one of Annabeth's favorite structures and he wanted something to tell her about the quest that might put a smile on her face.

Nico agreed with Grover. While he didn't personally know Annabeth, he saw how depressed Grover had been since the junkyard. Nico could even say that Grover was in worst shape than he was, being long time friends with Thalia and all. So, Nico was willing for a side trip for sightseeing, if it would help Grover. The quest didn't need two miserable campers.

While everyone else went to the snack bar, he decided to take a walk outside. He had this unsettling feeling of something getting closer, so he took the time to keep watch. He looked down at the lake and felt a breeze.

"Mommy, horsey," a kid said, pointing upwards. While the kid's mom told him that he was imagining it, Nico looked up to where the kid was pointing and, indeed, there was a flying horse. A flying horse with a rider. Nico watched as the rider jumped off and plunged into the lake. Nico looked down to see if whoever jumped into the lake was alright. Suddenly, as Nico was moving closer, something burst out of the water and landed on the path in front of him. The dam-water splashed the floor, but there, standing bone-dry in the middle of it, was none other than Percy Jackson.

{Percy POV}

Percy and Blackjack flew far and fast, from California to Nevada. Thanks to his protections from either Kronos or one of his allies, Percy was not able to be seen in Zeus's domain.

Percy looked down to see a huge body of water, and the dam structure beneath him.

"This is good," Percy said to Blackjack, as he hovered over the water. Percy threw his legs around, "Remember, keep an eye out for my word, like we planned."

Good luck, boss.

Percy looked down and slid off the pegasus, as he began to shoot down into the water. As he got closer, he summoned the water beneath him to rise up to him and it slowed his fall, preventing him from hitting rocks at the bottom as he speared beneath the surface. He looked up and gathering his strength, he shot upward, with the water pushing him and he landed on the dam.

It seemed Blackjack was following the plan as he flew onto the other side of the dam, drawing the attention of some mortal kid, who drew attention away from the pool of water. Percy wondered which way to go and worked his way into the dam. But as he was turning a corner, he felt a force shove him forward. Percy turned around but saw no one there, but quickly felt the unseen foe as he was pushed down to the ground, with his assailant on top.

Percy could not reach Riptide, so he tried hitting in the air, randomly. He felt someone strike him on the side of his head as he continued to block.

"You'll pay," he heard a voice shout.

Percy had an idea where his attacker could be. In one swift motion, he was able to push the attacker off him and he was able to get on top, pinning the invisible assailant down.

Holding him down with his knee, Percy reached down and pull off the Yankee's cap and Nico appeared.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Get off me and I'll show you," he said, in almost a feral manner.

"Look, I don't have time for this. I'm not here to fight."

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious. I don't want to hurt you."

"Tell it to Thalia."

"Thalia? What do you mean?"

"You sent those skeletons and demigods after us. I saw you, and I know you're working with them. If you didn't send them, Thalia…."

"Nico, listen, I did not send the skeletons. And I don't want you dead. Any of you."

"Why should I believe you?"

"If I wanted to kill you, why would I care what you think?"

Percy looked up at the entrance, and his eyes widened. He saw armed skeletons moving towards them, getting ready to attack.

"We got to go," Percy said, pulling Nico up. Nico turned around and saw his foes and followed Percy's lead.

Once they were out of eye sight, Percy turned to Nico, looking at his eyes.

"Do you know where your friends are?"

"Get off me," Nico said, shaking Percy's hands off his shoulders.

"This is important. Do you know where they are?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Okay, you need to get them and get out of here. I need your jacket."

"What?"

"They're following your scent and are looking for a demigod. I could distract them so you can find the others, but I need your jacket."

"I don't trust you."

"In general, I'm fine with that. But right now there are skeletons ready to kill you if you don't, and I still need your jacket."

Nico grumbled and took off his jacket, handing it to Percy. Percy waved Nico away and he ran to the snack bar, while Percy pulled out Riptide.

He pressed the button to the elevator, and waited as the skeletons came around the corner. Percy wrapped Nico's jacket around his waist, since it wouldn't fit him, and hoped that with Nico's scent, and a little antagonizing, he could draw them away.

The skeleton charged and Percy attacked. He dodged their bullets and got up close, hacking off their limbs. He heard a ding and turned to see the elevator doors open. He ran into the elevator, and as the doors closed, he saw the skeletons begin to reassemble.

He leaned against the elevator, as it traveled down, and hoped the others would be able to escape.

Another ding and the elevator doors opened. Percy saw a long corridor, and people from a tour group with a ranger. He heard another ding from the second elevator, and knew he had to run again.

He moved through the tunnel and tried to subtly pass the people. When he had a second to breathe, he dropped Nico's jacket, hoping he bought enough time for Nico to get away. In his escape, he was all flustered and he suddenly heard a noise behind him that resemble a skeleton voice. Without thinking, he swung Riptide at the figure.

All to no effect, as it passed straight through the red-haired girl, leaving her unharmed.

"Woah," she yelped, "What do you have against people blowing their nose?"

"Sorry," he said, "I thought you were someone else."

"Who did you want to cut in half?"

"It's not-" Percy began, before realizing something, "Wait a minute. You can see the sword?"

"Of course I can see it."

"You're mortal?"

"Yeah, what else would I be?"

The girl began asking Percy all these questions. Questions he had no time to answer, and she would not have been safe if he had answered. But he did have an idea. He only hoped she was still ignorant enough to be unnoticed.

"Look, I'm sorry. I really need to go. I don't know who you are-"

"My name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare, thank you for asking," she said sarcastically.

"Look, I don't have time. I really have to go, so-"

Percy stopped, when he saw her eyes widen, looking behind him.

"Bathroom!" she said.

"What?"

"Behind me, now!" she said and moved over as she pushed him into the boys bathroom behind her and closed it.

Percy was confused, but he heard the noise of the skeletons outside. He heard her berating the skeletons, disguised as security, saying that she was attacked and that Percy that he ran off somewhere. Percy heard the noise die down and took the opportunity to step out.

"Thanks," Percy said, "I owe you, Rachel Elizabeth Dare."

"What are those things?" she demanded.

"The only thing I can tell you is that you should forget everything you saw today."

"How can you say that? Do you really think I could forget everything I just saw?"

"For your own safety, yes. Knowing these things is very dangerous, especially for mortals."

"You called me a mortal again. What about you? Aren't you a mortal?"

He exhaled in annoyance, "Trust me, on this. Just forget it."

"Who are you?"

He was just going to tell her to stop asking.

"Sir," someone called out. Percy turned around and saw Samson run up to him.

"Sorry, I've gotta go," He said, and ran over to Samson, not looking back. Even so, he was surprised to run into a mortal who could see through the Mist. Most mortals, even ones who could see through Mist, were susceptible to the manipulation of Mist if a god or demigod forced it to blind the mortal to the weird happenings, yet she was completely immune to it. But he had to worry about that later.

"Samson," Percy shouted, seeing the demigod, "Thank goodness you're safe."

"Of course, sir. I've been keeping my distance. But what about you? Why are those monsters attacking you?" Samson asked.

Percy explained the situation to Samson, and the young demigod looked down, "It's my fault. If I just stood up to James, none of this would have happened."

"Samson," Percy said, "I was the one who put James in charge. It was me who should've seen that he was more faithful to the titans than me. You were following orders and you tried to talk him down. This is not on you."

"So what now?"

"Now…" Percy paused, thinking about the decision he was about to take. He realised that, having helped Nico and hindered the skeletons, he would no longer be welcome on Othrys. He had effectively declared war against the titans. And if he was no longer welcome there, then the protection he had been able to give Annabeth and the other demigods he'd been training would no longer apply either. He made his choice. "We have to go. They can come back any minute and they are not happy. And I have an important mission for you."

Percy pulled out a slip of paper with something written on it and handed it to Samson, "I told Blackjack to comeback for you. You need to have him take you to this address. I need you to meet with someone. I wrote some cliff notes that should catch his attention."

"But, what about the campers?"

"I will deal with them."

They heard the skeletons coming back.

"We need to go."

{Annabeth POV}

"You have some nerve to ask this of me. Why do you constantly risk their wrath?"

"I know it is much to ask you, dear, but it needs to be done."

"Then do it yourself, husband."

"You know I can't. I can't get directly involved."

"So why not send one of your Kindly Ones."

"They would never arrive before the solstice."

"And you want me to risk punishment? Haven't I've sacrificed enough for you?"

"Please, I ask you, as your husband, do this for me? I promise that I will owe you any favor you ask?"

"This isn't some minor trifle, you are asking much of me."

"You are the only one I trust."

"Fine. I will do it. But you better remember this."

"When the solstice is over and this whole mess is past, I will owe you. I swear on the River Styx."

Annabeth opened her eyes, wiping away any lingering tears from earlier. She thought about her dream. She recognized it as the Underworld, as well as the god Hades, and his wife, Persephone, whom she had seen during one of her previous trips to Olympus during the winter solstice.

Hades wanted Persephone to do something for him, but she couldn't figure out what it was. But for now, that did not matter. Annabeth knew she had very little time left before the first day of winter, and needed to get out.

'No better time than the present,' she thought.

Annabeth waited until the guard was close to the door. She placed a large piece of broken brick she pried from the wall, wedging it beneath the door and she threw a glass against the wall, before hiding behind the door. The guard looked in, to see where she was and began to open the door, carefully, with his weapon prepped. Then he unlocked the door and slowly pushed it open. But it was suddenly jammed by the block as it was ajar and Annabeth quickly ran at the door and hit it with her strength and the surprised guard was struck between the door and the doorway. He collapsed and tried to get up, shaking his head from the injury, but Annabeth quickly pulled the door open and banged his helmed head hard against the stone floor until he was lost consciousness.

She pulled the key out of the lock, but saw it was just one key, probably only for the dungeon. She went in the direction where she saw light from the outside and opened the door. Sadly, while the door did lead outside, it was a walkway to another section of the fortress, with at least a hundred-foot drop. She looked and saw, from the distance, a way out from the building across. She didn't really have a choice and crossed the walkway.

She quietly snuck through corridor after corridor, trying to map out the place in her mind to find her way out. She heard whispers from some rooms, but nothing important.

She heard noises and hid behind a corridor. Annabeth really missed her baseball cap. Luckily, they were moving down a different corridor and Annabeth turned to get a better look.

But as she turned, she felt someone grab her from behind.

{Percy POV}

After Percy left Samson and walked to the other side of the dam, keeping an eye out for his pursuers.

"Wait don't-"

Percy heard someone yell in just milliseconds before an arrow nicked his shoulder. He turned around and saw Zoe grabbing her next arrow prepping her weapon, with Bianca having her bow armed, ready and steady. Nico and Grover were behind them, with Nico looking at Percy, sternly, while Grover appeared worried.

"The next one won't be a warning shot," Zoe told him.

"So, Nico, I see you found your friends," Percy said to the demigod.

"Silence traitor," Zoe said, "You aren't escaping, this time."

"I guess I'm not. Though I suggest we move, since we have with skeletons on our heel. They aren't very happy with me."

"Do you think we'd let you come with us?" Bianca asked.

"If you want to reach Mt. Othrys before the solstice, you will need me," he said with confidence, before hearing Zoe's bow tighten, "Look, you don't have much time left. The solstice is in a few days, and I know the fastest way to get to the base. Ways that would usually be hidden from you. I know all the shortcuts monsters use to travel quickly. We'd save ourselves a whole day of walking."

"And why would you help us?" Nico asked.

"We all have people we care for that are in trouble," Percy answered grimly.

"Annabeth's in danger?" Grover chimed in.

"Her, Luke, other demigods. They are in trouble. I know it."

"We don't have much time left before the solstice. If they think I'm a traitor, they could change the routes before we can use them."

Bianca lowered her bow but Zoe kept her arrow in place, clearly measuring her options.

"Zoe, please, he is telling you the truth. He wouldn't intentionally try to get us killed. I just know it," Grover begged.

"And if he can get us to the goddess sooner, the better. Saving her is our mission," Bianca said reluctantly.

Percy looked at Nico, who did not seem thrilled, and raised his shoulders up, "He helped me twice. I should say just kill him, but then I would be ungrateful. Just let him help us. If he tries anything, then we can kill him."

Zoe still held her bow but soon lowered it. She pulled out some rope, and handed it to Grover.

"Satyr, bind his hands and take away his weapon."

"Won't work," Percy said, "It always comes back."

"Just tie his arms," Zoe said, plainly, glaring at him, or specifically his sword, as he clicked it back into a pen.

Grover took the rope and tied Percy's hands in front of him, placing the pen in Percy's back pocket.

"Grover, can we talk later?" he said in a lowered voice.

Grover looked at his friend in the eyes and nodded, finishing the knot.

"Traitor, you lead," Zoe called, before addressing the group "Let's go."

AN: I hoped you liked this chapter. Took a while, but we got it. Now Percy is part of the group now. Let's see where he'll lead.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to review :)

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James orsino -goth gay YA ch 5

“Hey,” Orsino said. He was smiling at me. “Nice to see you. James, right?”

“And you’re Orsino.”

“I’m Robin,” said a girl with good skin and short hair in a flat-top. She looked like a panel from a 1980s lesbian comic. “I’m Orsino’s sister.”

“Hi,” I said. “Does anyone want weed?”

They did. We smoked and January talked to Ian. I didn’t get all of what they said, but Ian was glowing. Overhead the trees dropped a few leaves and some of the pine needles from the scrubby little pine tree by the house blew over the yard and into the bonfire, sparking as they went. There were at least fifty people at the show. Probably more, inside the house and around in front where they weren’t meant to be. People were slowly trickling back around the edges of the show space in the garage, waiting for the temperature inside to finally get cool enough to repopulate. 

“So are you from around here?” I asked Orsino. “Or where?” I had given him a joint I’d rolled earlier and been carrying around in my cigarette case. He coughed a lot as he smoked.

“Down south about an hour,” Orsino said. “Near Centralia, kind of. But most of the time lately I live up in Tacoma with Robin and January. My dad owns some cows and a chicken farm and my mom is always fighting with him and it’s bad to be around. You?”

“I’m from here,” I said. “I’m in high school. One of the ones near the farms. It’s all rednecks. No gays really.”

“You go to that Compton House thing?” Orsino asked. “I know that’s like, a big thing for gay kids here. My therapist was trying to get me to go since I didn’t like the trans group in Tacoma.”

“I go,” I said. “I’m on the Speakers’ Bureau doing sex education at schools and public organizations and stuff.”

“Oh,” Orsino said. He waggled his eyebrows. “You know a lot about sex then?” He exhaled some of the smoke from his joint into my face and smiled.

“In the public health sense, anyway,” I said. “I know where to get condoms and free dental dams.” I paused. I really wanted to say something flirtatious, but wasn’t sure what to start with. “And I know from Delaney and Genet and White for the rest, though who knows what I’m missing in that sense.” I could feel my hands reach up and touch the bad little patch of stubble on my neck. I wished there was a mirror or a dark window around I could glance into to make sure I didn’t look like a fool. I crossed my legs and turned more towards Orsino.

“Don’t know who those guys are,” Orsino smirked. His eyes were really dark brown and the firelight was sort of reflected there. I couldn’t tell if he was making fun of me for the references or making fun of me for doing sex education as a teenager like some kind of Young Democrat. I didn’t know his vibe enough to tell.

“They’re all older. Delaney’s the one you’re supposed to read, I’m pretty sure,” I said. “Or at least, he’s the one most likely to have been read by hot people, from what I can tell.”

“Oh, it’s a book,” said Orsino. 

“He’s an author,” I said. “Samuel Delaney. Chip Delaney. Time Square Red, Time Square Blue. Science fiction and sexy gay memoir. Never mind. I’m stoned. I’m sorry.”

“He writes about sex and taught you sex, is what you’re saying.”

“Yeah.”

“Does he write about like specific kinks you were trying to communicate to me or something?”

I felt my face grow hot. “Public bathrooms,” I said. “Is one thing he’s very into. Not that I am. Unless you are. But that’s not—it’s just his prose.”

“Do you always give a … what’s it called. A bibliography. Do you always do that when someone asks you about sex?”

“Do you always ask boys about sex two seconds after meeting them?”

“Only when they’re hot,” Orsino said. “Then yeah, I do. Sorry, I can’t read social cues well. Was that out of line?”

“No.”

“You didn’t answer the question. You go around give out bibliographies about sex? Like that pink hair lady who draws that weird comic about sex toys online?”

“You’re the one named fucking Orsino,” I said. “Literary references are something you signed up for.” I took a hit from my pipe. I was starting to feel slightly more comfortable, but it wasn’t happening fast enough. I glanced at Orsino’s hands. The nails were short. His pinky nail on his left hand was painted black but none of the other fingernails were. There was a little stick-and-poke of a rabbit on the back of his right hand.

“Maybe I should change it,” he said. “To something butch. I can be Harry. Or Brandon.”

“A trade name,” I said. 

“A farm boy name.”

“Brandon is a G.O.P candidate name.”

“Now that’s trade.”

“What music do you like, Brandon?”

“Well, I’m here. OVID’s good. January can be a bitch a little bit, but it’s good music. And I like Dyke Drama and G.L.O.S.S, obviously. And LOONE. But also Mitski. And Blood Kennel and Limp Wrist and Dick Binge. But I also like The Shins.”

“My dad likes The Shins,” I said. “I have like a gag reflex about The Shins.” I could hear my voice, catty and faggy. “They’re such a dad band. How old are you, anyway?”

“Eighteen,” Orsino said.

“Okay. Well, for an eighteen-year-old you sure like dad bands.”

“It’s good music,” Orsino said. “You gotta listen to the lyrics. What about you?”

“I only listen to Ariana Grande,” I said, smirking at him stupidly and fluttering my eyelashes. I might have been being dumb, but he was still smiling at me, so I wanted to try being bolder. “And Gaga. I literally only listen to Just Dance by Lady Gaga and Pete Davidson by Ariana Grande every single day of my life. On repeat. I hate punk music.”

“Oh, really,” Orsino said in a flat-affect kind of voice. “You must be having a really interesting time here tonight then.”

“It’s really funny music,” I said. “And nobody is wearing platform boots or a rainbow pin or jewels or teal hair or anything.”

“I saw someone with teal hair,” Orsino said.

“That was me, actually. Earlier. I came with teal hair and an Ariana Grande tour shirt and changed.”

“Oh really,” Orsino said. He made eye contact with me and then slowly reached out and pulled at one of my curls. “I like what you’ve done with your hair since then. Insta-dye job to black. Insta-goth. It’s a really cute haircut on you, actually.”

“Thanks. I did it in the bathroom sink,” I said. “Just now. Using charcoal from the fire. I thought, oh no, everyone has dark hair or bad orangey dry bleach jobs. I have to fit in.”

“You’re doing good and blending in,” Orsino said. He finished the joint and ground out the end in the dirt under the stump. “Wait. Did you just neg me for my bleach job?” 

I felt my face fall. “What?”

“You said bad bleach jobs and looked at my hair. Were you making fun of me for my bleach job? You know, negging me? I know it’s all dry forest fire thatch up here.”

“I guess I did,” I said. I looked at his hair and back at his eyes. 

“Didn’t expect you to be acting like a straight English major goth at a sorority party over here,” Orsino said. “Calling all the girls ugly cause you think it’ll make them like you.”

I swallowed. “You’re right. That was cruel of me. I made fun of your name, earlier, too, and that was wrong. I shouldn’t be mean to cute boys.” 

“And my music taste.”

“That’s just a difference of opinion.”

Orsino looked at me like a cat playing with a mouse, but in a friendly way. “You were very cruel about my hair, though. I feel so small.”

“Sorry. It’s a bad habit. You can do two negs for me now. Tell me I’m ugly so you can hit on me better.”

“Hm,” Orsino said. He swung one hairy leg over the stump so half of him was in shadow under the trees and his right foot was nestled in the ivy and broken glass that lay all along the perimeter of the Goat Mansion yard. “Well, you aren’t ugly, so I can’t do exactly that. Maybe I want to save my negs. Find your weak spots and then go in for the kill.”

“I’m shaking,” I said. 

“Okay. I have one. My first one is that your mustache sucks. It’s like really cute that you’re trying it and I know what you’re going for, and the concept is attractive to me, and I like your philtrum, but it’s a bad mustache.”

“Ooh. Ouch. That stings,” I said. “I think it stings more because of all the compliments you threw in with it to cushion it.” But I scooted closer to him.

“I can do more.” He looked at me hard. “If you consent. I can be meaner about it.”

“About my mustache? Okay,” I said. “But I might be hurt and never speak to you again.”

“You’re trying to look like Freddie Mercury or something, right? You look like a summer camp counselor from the 1980s.”

“Ouch! You sure snatched my wig.” I put on a faggy voice. It kind of did sting to hear him say that, though also I knew that my mustache amounted to about twenty-four downy bad little hairs. But I guess I deserved it.

“See how it feels?” Orsino scooted a little closer. I found myself appreciating how broad his shoulders and torso were compared to mine. I looked at his smile. His canines were a little crooked.

“I actually am a summer camp counselor,” I said. “During the summer.”

“I’m Sherlock Holmes.”

“I can give you another weak spot,” I said. “I’m a nerd and I used to be a horse girl. Got any horse related disses?”

“It doesn’t count if you give them to me. That’s a self defense maneuver. Also I don’t know if you’re even telling the truth. It’s gotta be something you’re sensitive about.”

“Are you sensitive about your hair and your name?”

“Yes! I’m a punk. My image is very important to me. Talking shit on my hair was mean. You started this whole battle.”

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry already. But give me time to recover from your first cutting remark before you do any more to me.” I put away my pipe. I glanced briefly over at Ian. Jukebox had left and now he was talking to Opal and Robin a few feet away. I felt like socially I was obligated to join their shit instead of sitting here talking to this boy I didn’t really know yet. At least so I could be up on the whole deal with Miss San Juan and the Dusties or whatever the new band was called. “Do you want to meet my friends?” I asked Orsino, standing. 

“Sure,” he said. He pulled himself up. “Hey, you’re not really hurt about the mustache thing, right?” He wasn’t smiling as much any more.  “I was just playing around. Your mustache is fine. It looks like every other high school punk’s mustache. Better than some. Better than mine. And you’re cute. You pull it off pretty good.”

I realized he thought he had misstepped and now I’d lost interest. I felt a flutter in my stomach. 

“It’s a really sensitive topic for me because of my gender dysphoria,” I said in a deadpan voice. I walked over to Ian and Opal and Robin.

Orsino followed me, squinting a little as if he couldn’t tell if I was joking. He put his thumbs into the belt loops of his pants.“Are you serious?” He asked.  "I’m sorry, I…”

“I won’t ever forgive you. Hey, meet my friends. Here are my friends Opal and Ian, who I guess have a band now.”

Ian paused. He had been saying something to Robin about some music stuff. I wasn’t sure what equipment they were talking about but it had hertz. He looked over to Orsino and then me and raised his eyebrows. 

“Hey,” he said. “I’m Miss San Juan, otherwise known as Ian. You saw me set up and then saw my set just now. You were jumping. Didn’t get your name.”

“I was indeed jumping,” Orsino said. “It was a pretty good show for how messy it seemed like things were before it started. You did good. You have a great stage presence. I’m Orsino.” He held out his hand, arcing his arm out for a man-handshake. 

Ian placed his delicate little hand in Orsino’s big one like a princess greeting her security guard. “Pleased to meet you.”

“I’m Orsino,” Orsino said again to Opal, holding out his hand again. For the first time I realized he was maybe kind of too stoned.

“I’m Opal,” said Opal. “I’m a drummer and use they/them pronouns and I’m really hungry for some trash food right now. Does anyone else want food?” They looked at me and then at Orsino. “You both look like you want some trash food.”

“Fuck yeah,” Orsino said. “Do we know when the next show starts, though?”

“There’s the gas station that doesn’t sell beer around the corner that way,” Opal said. “They have chips and sometimes hot dogs and pizza. We’ll be quick.”

“Let’s go,” Orsino said. He put his arm around my shoulders and set off toward the edge of the yard as if we had been walking together like that everywhere for years, as if he had touched me before.

“I don’t think I want food right now,” Ian said. “I’ll stay here.” He had a sort of quiet, wan tone in his voice that made me pause.

“Oh,” I said, and dug my feet into the ground to stop and pulled away from Orsino’s arm. I looked from Orsino to Ian. I didn’t want to leave Ian standing here alone right after his big set. “Ian, are you sure? You’ll need calories in a little bit.”

“I just feel like standing and smoking for a second in the quiet over here by the fence,” Ian said. 

“Quieter out by the gas station,” I said.

“I don’t feel like walking.”

“I’ll stay here too then,” I said. 

“I’m still going,” Orsino said. “I’m genuinely hungry.”

“Come on, then, big papa,” Opal said. “Let’s get some cheese fuel.” They turned their chair and wheeled fairly rapidly across the grass. 

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Deepest Shade fic playlist

i made one bc i am Basic™. updated as i go along! it’s gonna be so fuckin long lads

note: the final song on this playlist is instrumental music that gives off the noir vibe i’m going for, so it’s good to just have on in the background while reading!

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Tracklist

Feeling Good - Michael Bublé

Donatella - Lady Gaga {warning: potentially triggering lyrics re: eating disorders}

Autumn Leaves (jazz standard)

La cathédrale engloutie - Claude Debussy

Reflets dans l’eau - Claude Debussy

Nights Of Love - Papa Roach

Toxic - Britney Spears (Postmodern Jukebox cover)

Blow Your Mind (Mwah) - Dua Lipa

Runaway (U & I) - Galantis

How To Be A Heartbreaker - Marina and the Diamonds

Ain’t My Fault - Zara Larsson

Gambling Man - The Overtones

Desire - Meg Myers

The Man - The Killers

Call Me Devil - Friends In Tokyo

Chandelier - Sia

Dazzle - Oh Wonder

Casual Affair - Panic! at the Disco

Just (Tap) Dance - Lady Gaga (Postmodern Jukebox cover)

Kung - Samir & Viktor

Heaven Knows - The Pretty Reckless

Hit & Run - Hayley Kiyoko

Fever - Peggy Lee cover by Sloane Skylar ft. Shaun Canon {original version on Spotify}

Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey

I’m A Wanted Man - Royal Deluxe

I Don’t Care - Fall Out Boy

Runnin’ - Adam Lambert

BLUE - Troye Sivan ft. Alex Hope

Hotter Than Hell - Dua Lipa

After Party - Adore Delano

Stay - Zedd, Alessia Cara

Trouble - Valérie Broussard

Oops!... I Did It Again - Britney Spears (Postmodern Jukebox cover)

Still Falling For You - Ellie Goulding

Buy The Stars - Marina and the Diamonds

Constellations - Adore Delano

No Money - Galantis

Symphony - Clean Bandit ft. Zara Larsson

Ambient jazz music

more notes/thoughts about each song under the cut! ♡

Feeling Good: This was the song that inspired the fic. It was originally going to be a oneshot, and this was my soundtrack for it. Love that big band swing. Also I’ve heard from a reliable source that it has a James Bond vibe, which is just *ok sign*

Donatella: I’ve listened to this song so many times while writing this. So many. It was originally my sassy Lance song, but is also an A+ Lotor song ksdlgjsg

Autumn Leaves, Reflets, Cathédrale: Played on the piano by Lance in ch. 1. I picked the Debussy songs because they’re both water themed.

Nights Of Love: HOLY SHIT THIS SONG. A forgotten gem from my long-buried emo phase, this song is ridiculous and a bit embarrassing and incredibly indulgent. This song is this entire fic in music form. I am so happy. *wipes tear*

Toxic: Look, you just don’t need to explain why Toxic is on a smut fic playlist. Ever.

Blow Your Mind (Mwah): Possibly one of the most Klance songs ever. Just look up the lyrics trust me on this. Also the video is kinda gay and full of hot girls like can blonde pixie and camo shirt both date me pls

Runaway (U&I): God. This is so Lance I die. “I know that I’m rich enough for pride” GOD leave me alone

How To Be A Heartbreaker: I fuckin love this song and I can’t believe I didn’t put it on here earlier, so thanks to the asker who reminded me that I should.

Ain’t My Fault: Just ... a good thirst song in general.

Gambling Man: Self-explanatory. Recommended bg music for chapter 2.

Desire: It’s just. Sexy. And honestly reflects what I imagine Keith’s sexuality to be like? Very wild, untamed, yet needy as fuck

The Man: This was recced by Yulivee @AO3 as a good song for Lance and the act he puts on!! 

Call Me Devil: The Lotor song holy shit im dyin scoob

Chandelier: Langst™ Dazzle: THIS SONG IS SO IMPORTANT THIS SONG WAS MADE FOR THIS FIC I HONESTLY CANNOT DEAL IM A MESS PLEASE LISTEN TO IT. Also this was originally from Ruvi’s playlist for this fic!!

Casual Affair: This is what I listened to while I was writing the first scene in chapter 5. I love it so much. Also from Ruvi’s list.

Just (Tap) Dance: That’s right!! From Ruvi’s list!! Why don’t I just put u in charge of the fic, mate. Also I like this version better than the original tbh

Kung: Okay listen I’m sorry but I couldn’t resist......... this is basically a trashy Swedish party song about living like a king and there’s one line that goes “boys who struggle, cry and fight / no one can lose it like we do” and I just. Listened to it a lot while thinking about Lance and Lotor. It’s an open secret that I love trashy pop music so just indulge me here DJSDKGJdg

Heaven Knows: Gives me a Keith vibe just in general???

Hit & Run: I love this song so much. Inspired the piano bar scene. From Ruvi’s list.

Fever: This is what Lance plays at the bar and I would DIE for this version I love it SO MUCH.

Million Dollar Man: This is about Lotor. Got dam. (thanks Ruvi im just stealing all of ur recs jsgjsdg)

I’m A Wanted Man: Also gives me a Keith vibe. Good for when I’m thinking about his backstory.

I Don’t Care: I listen to this to picture Keith thirsting for Lance tbh

Runnin’: GOD I love this and you can actually interpret it as being about any char but for me? It’s Lotor. Most definitely.

BLUE: Keith’s feelings for Lance. catch me crying in the club

Hotter Than Hell: Listen I’m always here for that good sexy content and this is it aaa (also this artist is like my age im???? wow)

After Party: the actual best lancelot porn song bye

Stay: This was recced by Sky, and, well, Klance.

Trouble: I love this song so much?? Just the vibe and her voice and everything? I mostly put it on here to indulge myself. (Also, I found it via that space cowboys AU by Mytay on AO3, so check that out if y’all wanna!!)

Oops!... I Did It Again: Lancelot!!! Also I fuckin’ love these covers, goddamn.

Still Falling For You: Okay so I couldn’t resist putting this on here too, because it’s like... the quintessential (heh) Klance song. If your Klance dynamic doesn’t fit this song, you’re not doing Klance right; that’s just an objective fact.

Buy The Stars: The Lancelot Song, pals. oh my god. ohhhhhhh my god.

Constellations: this is for a scene that hasn’t appeared in the fic yet but oh boy am i crying

No Money: This is a Lance song and I’m not telling you why.

Symphony: Sky linked me this one too and I have been crying ever since I think y’all can figure this one out for urselves aaaa

[jeichanhaka]

And Carried Me Away: Ch. 13

Chapter 1|| Chapter 2|| Chapter 3|| Chapter 4|| Chapter 5|| Chapter 6||

Chapter 7|| Chapter 8|| Chapter 9|| Chapter 10|| Chapter 11|| Chapter 12||

Chapter 13|| Chapter 14|| Chapter 15||

Elsewhere:

"Please. Let us go." Melissa cried, covering her abdomen the best she could. She even tried fighting against the man who abducted her when he tore her arms away, his eyes glaring her stomach.

"...you're pregnant." He spoke coldly, his tone ice and his grip on the woman's wrists was biting. His nails dug into her flesh unconsciously, his focus and anger set on her abdomen. "You..."

Melissa's lips trembled, her heart thumping wildly. "Please...I'll do whatever. Just don't..."

The man merely glared at Melissa coldly, squeezing his fingers around her wrists tighter. His jaw set firm and his scowl rigid, he narrowed his eyes to slits. Not that his captive noticed. She did notice when he released his grip and stalked off a few feet, his footfalls heavy with anger.

She further heard the near unintelligibly mutters he made as he paced. Taking in a sharp, angry breath, he stopped pacing and turned toward Melissa.

"...you ain't got a boyfriend. You..." He mumbled, picking up an needle thin and sharp blade. His face livid and teeth clenched tightly he studied Melissa. "Not since...hheh." He made a strange sound, between a laugh and growl, as though figuring something out. "Is...is the father..."

"Please, please..." Melissa swallowed and repeated her plea.

The man just gave a breathy and wry laugh. Though Melissa couldn't see it, she could hear his twisted exuberance in his laugh.

"Seriously. You..." He licked his lip, putting down the blade he held.

Quantico:

Rossi closed the file he held and massaged his forehead, his curiosity about James' copycat rearing its head. Though that wasn't the only reason he was outside Garcia's computer room door. He needed more info on Linnet and the woman the man claimed was Cam's mother. He needed all he could find before heading to interview Linnet.

The senior agent knocked on the door, waiting just a few moments before opening it. "Garcia? I need you to do something, if you're not too busy..." Rossi said as he entered, his dark eyes trying to avoid glancing at the tech analyst's monitors. The last thing he could deal with was seeing information on James, especially if it linked his son to more victims.

"Sir! What is it you need?" Garcia piped after a paused, her chirpy tone forced. She seemed distressed.

"...Penelope? What's wrong? What is it?" Rossi asked before he could stop himself, his concern etched in his scrunched brow.

"I..." Garcia hesitated, covering her mouth. Her eyes wide from worry and horror. She seemed frozen, lost even, caught between keeping quiet and saying something horrible.

"Pen..." Rossi started to speak, to reassure the woman that she didn't have to say anything if it had to do with the copycat. The next moment the tech analyst interrupted, having decided on something.

"I...I was just searching through files on Melissa Joyce. To see what her mom was hiding, just in case it could lead to the unsub. I..." Garcia swallowed, and took a deep breath, her wide and caring gaze on the senior agent. "...she's...Melissa's...pregnant."

"Shit. That's..." Rossi cursed, his stomach twisting as he thought of what the unsub did to his victims, and felt sick. It was bad enough about the women being killed, but the possibility of an unborn child...

"Rossi, I..." Garcia started to speak, her voice catching. The look of horror and disgust and fear more intense than what Rossi expected. He paused, expecting the horror and concern, but not the...distress in the bubbly woman's eyes.

"What is it? Wha..." Rossi approached, wondering at the intensity of Garcia's distress. It was more than what was usual with the woman, more than any other time when a pregnant victim was a target of an unsub. It was almost...personal.

Rossi blanched, his eyes widening as an idea occurred to him. His knotted stomach knotting further, tensed by an idea that he'd never considered. "Garcia...how...how far along...is Melissa Joyce?"

"A...a little over sixteen weeks...I...sir..."

Rossi took a step back, feeling sick. His brain focused on how long it'd been since what happened in western New York. With James. It'd been around four months, give or take a few days. He shook his head, a tumult of various emotions engulfing him.

The ring of Garcia's phone cut through before either could say more.

0-Flashback: 1998-

"...igh...No, that's not..." The man mumbled, grimacing slightly. "...Alsie?"

She blinked open her eyes, shaking her head to clear it, while listening to the man's voice. Her head felt heavy, her sienna brown eyes opening to a dimly lit room. She took a deep breath. The smell of paper, like that from old books, filled her nostrils.

"Wha...where...? Ugh." She wiped her eyes and sat up, realizing only as she did so that she was on a sofa. It was a flowery one, soft and cushiony, like the one in her study at home. She realized, after a moment, that it was the one in her study. Her eyes widened and she stared at the man who'd addressed her. "Why...why are we here? Weren't we in the guest pallor? When did we get here?"

"...it's nothing to fret over." The man replied, the corners of his lips twitching. He quietly put something, a vial of some sort, in his shirt pocket. "You just had a headache, so I brought you up here and gave you some of your medicine. You've been resting awhile."

"Oh. All right." Alsie mumbled, laying her head back down on the pillow beside the sofa armrest. She took in a deep breath, before suddenly sneezing. Her heaviness of her head worsened, her sinuses feeling dammed up. "...shit. Did you spill one of granny's fragrances or potpourri or something?"

The man shook his head, carefully eyeing the 16 year old. Though there was actually only a year or so age difference between them, appearance-wise, the gap seemed to be longer. The fact that Alsie was still less than 5 feet and only recently started to develop secondary sexual characteristics intensified the apparent, visual, age difference.

Alsie massaged her sinuses and grumbled, pushing her hair from her face. Her scars free to the man's view.

"...why don't you get this fixed?" The man gestured towards the scaring, his fingers just centimeters above touching her skin. "Mrs. Schmidt has a fortune, you could easily get plastic surgery to fix it."

Alsie quickly covered her scar with her hand, forcing the man's hand away. Her sienna brown eyes glared at him even as they watered, her cheeks blanching. "...no. Never." She ghosted her fingers over her scar, her eyes directed toward the man but her thoughts elsewhere. "Never."

x

"...ver..."

Spencer listened to Alsie's mumbles as he laid her down on the bed. He had managed, after Jemma left and after a short struggle against Leigh, to inject the petite woman with the tranquilizer that her doctor had prescribed. He worried his lips with his teeth, feeling helpless and wrong for having to drug Alsie - the tranquilizer was a last resort, prescribed as a countermeasure whenever Emmie gained control and couldn't be stopped.

He hated having to use it on his sister, especially when it was his foolishness that had triggered her shift to Leigh and then again to Emmie. If he had only avoided touching Alsie's face or at least didn't let go of her hand, he could've avoided her shift to Leigh.

His eyes gazed down at his sister watching her breathe, his own chest starting to feel heavy. Looking at her now, in a medicated slumber, she seemed fragile and innocent. Her closed eyes no longer held the loathing that had frightened him into grabbing her wrists. It'd been instinctual, once he saw the glare Leigh gave Jemma, a glare filled with hatred and malice. He had immediately reacted to protect his niece, his brain sensing that the three-tear-old was in danger from Leigh.

It was only now, as he watched his sister sleep, that the full horror of the incident dawned on him. Leigh hated Jemma. Alsie's alter hated her daughter, loathed the toddler enough to be potentially violent. Spencer swallowed back the nausea bubbling in his stomach, wishing for what he'd seen to be a dream.

"...shit." Spencer covered his face, struggling not to be overwhelmed and trying to hold back the tears threatening his eyes.

Alsie loved Jemma, just hearing how his sister talked about her daughter proved that, yet Leigh detested the toddler. It was apparent that that alter couldn't be trusted around Jemma. How was he going to tell Alsie that? How was he going to be able to explain to Alsie that though he knew she loved Jemma and would be a great mom, he didn't think it wise to let Jemma stay with her? At least not alone. Not until her D.I.D was fully under control.

"...Pete..." Alsie mumbled, her eyes still closed and brain still unconscious from the tranquilizer. Spencer gazed down at her, not moving until a knock at the bedroom door drew his attention.

"Hey, I thought we were going to have lunch, and then bring Kai and Jemma to the park?" Joy asked, her brow furrowed seeing Alsie lying in bed. Her eyes widened when Spencer frowned sadly and shook his head. "What...?"

"Alsie...can't go. Not yet. Probably not today." Spencer replied, his sad glance at Alsie not missed by Joy. He sighed, the next moment becoming alarmed, his eyes widened. "Where's Jemma and Kai? Who's watching..."

"Don't worry. My husband Shawn came over a few minutes ago, he's watching them both." Joy paused, a bit curious and concerned. "Um, is Alsie okay? Did..."

"She's fine. Just...she just needs to rest." Spencer answered, not wishing to go into what had happened. Instead he mumbled about going to check on Jemma, while allowing Alsie to rest.

[solasan]

ok blooming panic oc thoughts:

james dam, she/her. her username in the server is jimmybean (bean as a nickname) n everyone thinks it’s some kind of reference until the censors slacken n names start to come out. toasty n xyx call her jimbo <3 and she calls them bastards <3

she doesnt work in finance bc i dont understand finance <3 i dont understand numbers <3 rip to yall but im different <3 she’s a freelance illustrator instead!!!! has an art degree n everything

loves her job but doesn’t rly know how to take breaks from it bc she’s been making her own hours for years. constantly exhausted. lives off of the sweetest n strongest tea money can buy.

australian!!!! only child, raised by a single mom in sydney (im thinking northern suburbs??? but i dont have anything more specific than that yet). her dad wasnt ever in the picture but shes not rly hung up on that anymore. very close to her mom!!! 

(toasty sweetie ur in for the time of ur life when u meet mama dam. u have crappy parents? congrats, ur gf’s great mom is now ur mother AND ur father)

hates her timezone bc it usually makes talking to people v difficult, but toasty keeps weird hours anyway, so they’re not actually all that affected by the difference. they n nightowl are usually the ones up ‘late’ (xyx too, i think???) so thats who she talks to most from the beginning. toast especially ;)))

HUGE rpg fan. she has played dragon age yes :) she dreams of kissing isabela under the moonlight. i think she actually hasnt gamed in a lil bit bc of her job but toasty n xyx very quickly talk her into getting into it again so :) 

probably does get into final fantasy bc of toast but i know nothing abt it so. make of that what u will. shes big into world of warcraft too n makes them get into that probably <3

shes an absolute troll. her n xyx r like this 🤞 bc they have the same sense of humour. quest despairs of them both. it’s even worse when toasty’s around to make them worse; poor quest is tearing his hair out trying to get them to behave

thinks lydia should dump her bf n kiss lola already. nobody agrees w her n she acts very oppressed abt it. shes a sucker for friends to lovers idk. i think in her teens she had a massive unrequited crush on a friend that lydia reminds her of, so..... it cant be helped luv xxx

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Saturday 25 August 1832

6 5

11 20

rain in the night – finish morning and F64° at 6 ½ but out at 7 20 and began to rain almost immediately – with Robert Scholefield walling the bit of wall under the green room window – breakfast with my father at 8 ¼ in ½ hour – then out again in spite of the rain – set John and in the afternoon William Green to chop sticks that the stick heap might be sided – stood there till 11 then went down to Charles H- and his son James putting up the charpente of the chaumière perhaps I shall thatch it with moss and call it the moss house - just went down to Pickles had finished the wearing and was doing the banking on the brook side of the new part of my walk - then back to CH- but the rain was so heavy it drove him home to dinner soon after 12 - took shelter under the trees till the very heavy shower was over then to Robert Scholefield again - the lime and great sycamore shaded us all against moderate rain but driven in about 2 - had a little cheese-mites and bread and butter in the dining room with them all who were at dinner - out again in 10 minutes - went down in a gleam to Wellroyde Ind to see for another smallish oak tree or 2 for the chaumière, and then returned up the walk and in spite of wet ft stood out the stick heap till 5 ½ - almost incessant showers the whole day – a little rumbling thunder 2 or 3 times – with very heavy rain – Saw pickles going home at 3, and afterwards found he had finished the banking against the brook – Robert began the bit of walling under the green room window yesterday afternoon and finished it and 3 or 4 yards more such walling and set 2 stone posts, and helped to get them out of Pearson Ing, and helped side a few round tops (wall-tops) before going home about 6 this evening – he is but a slow hand – changed my clothes – wrote all the above of today – dinner at 6 ¾ in ½ hour – afterwards read a few pages of Bucklands’ Reliquiae Diluvianae – Washington came about 8 and staid ¾ hour – had sent for him to tell him to agree with Pickles to do the channelling – Boothroyd the mason (who took it to do at 1/8 a rood) has behaved so ill in never coming near it since, that he shall not do it now – Mr. William Emmett says Mrs. Walsh (Emmetts’ daughter) cannot sell any of the Sour milk hall land, that I cannot buy the bit along my side of the Godley cut – nothing can be done till the next meeting of the commissioners Washington thinks Miss Walker of Walterclough likely to have some trouble about the mill for Mr. John Priestley will pull up the dam stones in the part of the brook that runs thro’ his property, and I am for stopping the new goit or drain just made – read over the courier – went into the little room at 9 35 and upstairs at 10 – my aunt poorly all today – thoroughly rainy day – F63° at 10 p.m.

[lyricsocean]

Harj nagra

Muh te veera veera saali dilan vich khot Banda kalla kalla kita main brain vich note Kalla kalla kita main brain vich note

Bebe bapu teji mera yaar jigri Bande teen hi aa jehde dilon karde support Chadhde nu haath dena digde nu dhakka Eh tan duniya da kaaka dastoor honda ae Duniya da kaaka dastoor honda ae

Hauli hauli banda mashoor honda ae Mehantan nal maada time door honda ae Care ni karidi carry on rakhna Lokan ne tan machna zaroor honda ae Hateran ne machna zaroor honda ae Hateran ne machna zaroor honda ae

Oh guddi jo chaddi hai jealousy badi hai Paidal si kadde aaj porsche khadi ae Sach jaani vere change ho gaya jamana Apan jine k aa change gal jeb te khari ae

Bade mil jaane yaara change time ch Jehde aakhde ne tu ae jaan apni Kise de bharose kade maari ni udaari Dam apne te bann di pachaan apni Dam apne te bann di pachaan apni

Bade mil jaane yaara change time ch Jehde aakhde ne tu ae jaan apni Kise de bharose kade maari ni udaari Dam apne te bann di pachaan apni Har nasha fikka lage odo mitra Jado kamyaabi da saroor hunda ae

Hauli hauli banda mashoor honda ae Mehantan nal maada time door honda ae Care ni karidi carry on rakhna Lokan ne tan machna zaroor honda ae Hateran ne machna zaroor honda ae Hateran ne machna zaroor honda ae

Oh kini vaar baneya main kini vaari tootya Kini vaari digeya te kini vaari uthya main Kar lunga wait chal ho ju thoda late Par manzalan da raah kade lokan ton ni puchya Manya gareebi vich jame mitra Par eh tan ni zaroori apan eda e mrna Kaam nal kari da bhavein cup rock te Bhavein shonka nal peje samjhota karna

Manya gareebi vich jame mitra Par eh tan ni zaroori apan eda e marna Kaam nal kari da bhavein cup rock te Bhavein shonka nal peje samjhota karna Hunda looseran da kaam loose talk karna Jeetua nu jeet da garoor hunda ae

Hauli hauli banda mashoor honda ae Mehantan nal maada time door honda ae Care ni karidi carry on rakhna Lokan ne tan machna zaroor honda ae Hateran ne machna zaroor honda ae Hateran ne machna zaroor honda ae.

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