#i’ll edit the post later if i change my mind i HIGHLY doubt it’ll get reblogged lmao

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What if i talked about silly chorus ocs and their dynamics with canon characters huh

And by canon character i do mean just the lieutenants. For now

Pavoz and Bitters have mutual beef, in that they both hate each other and will gladly pick a fight for no other reason than “he was being annoying” but there is also a mutual respect to it- bitters will admit pavoz is a damn good gunman, pavoz would trust bitters behind the wheel over just about anyone in the federal army any day of the week. Sorta makes you wonder if they knew each other before picking their sides

Palomo and Micce have a very very one sided rivalry, in that Palomo keeps trying to start shit and Micce responds with ‘lmao and then what’— this is mostly bc Micce simply does Not have any fucks to give, and Palomo has taken that as a Personal Insult. At least the other Feds have the decency to insult him back and give him a reason to be bitchy about having to work with them!!

Micce genuinely is so laid back. He’s a lying asshole, but he’s so mellow that half the time no one expects him to be the problem. Bitters is conflicted about this. On one hand- seems like a chill dude, the kinda guy Bitters might be able to vibe with…if you ignore the fed thing which hey, they’re supposed to be working together now. On the other- he hangs out with Pavoz. Willingly. Fuck that.

Palomo is a little intimidated by Pavoz which he would never admit to, except maybe if Agent Washington asked. Or Captain Tucker. Or Andersmith. Or Bitters. He’s never admit it to Jensen, at least. Supposedly. It doesn’t matter that Pavoz is a full four inches shorter than Palomo, okay, the fed can carry a fucking chain gun! He’s got the heavy artillery certification and the fancy red stripes armor to go with it! That is intimidating!

Pavoz doesn’t entirely know who Palomo is. The rebel that screeches insults at any fed in his line of sight? Do you have any idea how little that narrows it down

Andersmith is… flustered. By Micce. Which, is baffling to everyone involved except Andersmith and Micce, but thats because Micce will completely deadpan mention he wants to climb Andersmith like a tree and honestly no one is sure if he means it as a joke or not. It’s… really hard to tell with Micce. Andersmith himself isn’t entirely sure if it’d be better as a joke or not

That said, Andersmith does have a fair respect for Pavoz as a fellow soldier! Especially because Pavoz is willing to discuss and debate matters calmly (that is, as long as Bitters isnt present) and it’s kinda nice to have a chance to actually honestly discuss grievances on both sides. At least Pavoz is brave enough to admit that the Federal Army weren’t handling the civil war well. Andersmith thinks it takes courage to admit you were following the wrong orders. Even if it is in hindsight. Still, would’ve been nice for them to realize it sooner

Pavoz and Micce both respectfully keep their distance from Jensen, especially in the motor pool. They really really don’t want to see how their bizarre luck plays with her driving skills. I don’t think anyone can blame them

That said, Pavoz did email her the federal army’s categorizing and requisition request form system. From the other side of Armonia, but still. If she’s gonna help Captain Simmons in the armory, or Lopez in the garage and the armory, then she should know how the system works at least. Its only polite after all

Ivia Soares has the least amount of issues with anyone. Maybe because she’s a medic and picking a fight with a (competent) medic is just a bad idea even to these idiots. Maybe because a lot of people think she’s Dr Grey at a glance because of the matching federal army armor with purple trim. Never mind that Soares is clearly in an indigo trim, not the orchid trim that Dr Grey wears. Because Soares is a field medic, not a Doctor, and the distinction in color is very important. That’s why the federal army is color coordinated for fucks sake!

Soares is also like, two inches taller. The armor doesn’t add that much bulk, surely.

Soares is roommates with a rebel medic named Suzuki (or Suzy for short) while both armies are in Armonia. They actually get along really well, once they get past the initial Fed vs New tension. Girl talk helps. Specifically, talking about hot girls. Like Volleyball and the rest of Red/Maroon team. Soares asks if Kimball is hot, Suzy has a minor crisis bc does she really want to go down that rabbit hole?

The agreement is yes, Kimball is hot. Please don’t let the conversation leave their shared room. Dr Grey is also hot, and Ivia informs Suzy she’s welcome to share that information because it means more people will come in for checkups to get a chance at seeing Dr Grey without her helmet. Dr Grey never takes off her helmet, but Suzy can respect the psychological games the fed medics play to get people to actually go to their checkups.

Soares hangs out with Bitters and Andersmith almost as much as she will hang out with Pavoz and Micce. This does not help the rumors that Bitters and Pavoz knew each other before becoming soldiers because if you know Soares and Pavoz you know they were friends as kids growing up on Chorus. Soares herself will not confirm or deny Pavoz and Bitters knowing each other, and asking either of them just starts a fight.

Out of armor, Pavoz and Micce frequently get mistaken for Rebels. Pavoz’s piercings and Micce’s frankly ridiculous hair are so non-regulation that assumptions get made by both armies. Pavoz won’t point it out but will quietly excuse himself from situations when it comes up. Micce leans into it a little too much. Soares doesn’t run into the problem often herself, but she will be the one to drag Micce away from causing problems for either or both armies

Micce likes Matthews. Well. He likes bothering Matthews. It’s like he made it his personal mission to see how many times he can make Matthews squeak like a dog toy

Matthews is doing his Very Best to maintain a working relationship with the feds, as he’s supposed to. Don’t want to let the captains down!! Or worse- the generals!!! Micce is… friendly? He’s awfully good at sneaking up on Matthews and Matthews really really wishes Micce wouldn’t do that, but it’s not really hurting anyone so… for the sake of getting along, Matthews doesn’t say anything! Definitely the only reason, not because Micce has a nice laugh, or because it’s nice to be noticed regularly even if it is for pranks.

Micce can fit into vents. Somehow. Bitters wants to recruit him for Orange team kitchen raids. He hasn’t because he doesn’t entirely trust Micce to not rat them out. Bitters doesn’t realize Micce uses his vent crawling skills for thievery anyways. Just not from the kitchens (why do the officer showers get to hoard all the good shampoo and conditioner anyways? If they didn’t want it to get stolen, they would simply share it in the first place)

Pavoz technically qualifies to be a lieutenant but because he’s not been officially assigned to any commanding officer in a while, he can’t get the promotion. Locus didn’t count, because he never officially joined the federal army and thus wasn’t technically an officer. Same for the reds. The federal army’s bureaucratic nature bites its own soldiers in the ass sometimes.

Micce is good at mimic voices. He charges $10 or a decent snack to make joke recordings for pranks. $20 and a good snack will net you a recording of someone higher ranking saying something stupid or in same cases, giving praise. Matthews has sacrificed so many snacks to get a handful of recordings of Micce mimicking Captain Grif. Micce has one rule— the recordings never get shared. Ever. He knows the power he wields, and knows if he gets caught, he’s screwed.

McCallister and Ghanoush are his second most popular clients for Micce’s voice acting after Matthews. Turns out they have a lot of use for clear audio recordings of things otherwise lost in background noise! Like Palomo practicing telling Jensen he likes more than just her butt. Technically, since they’re only asking him to make a clear version of audio that already exists, Micce lets them get away with not following the rule. So long as they take the blame for anyone who gets mad about the audio being “edited”

Epsilon is onto Micce’s bullshit, all of it. The vents, the pranks, the fucking voices. But he respects the hussle

And the 30% cut Micce gives him when Epsilon takes the time to call him out. What does an AI need with the money? The snack stash? Nothing, but Epsilon is a little bastard who can and will take advantage of a situation and having his cut set aside is actually useful for bribing the reds and blues into doing uh, anything. Its economics, man, trust him

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Fifty Shades of Mikaelson

Shade 1

Authors Note: So here is the first installment of a mulit chapter series, I posted a teaser chapter last year and after a lot of work and editing here is the first chapter. This will be a slow burn series but I hope you will stick with it. Word Count: 2953 Pairing: ???Mikaelson x Reader Insert (Slow Burn) Warnings: Implied sexual humor. Richmond Virginia is the home to Mikaelson Enterprises, one of the largest companies in the US to date, with countless connections across the country and the world. After receiving the company from the untimely death of their parents and younger brother Henrik the six remaining siblings all took a share and equal role within the company. 

The loss of their parents and younger brother was hard on the remaining family and became so tough on Freya and Finn that they ultimately took a step back from public eye of the company and became silent partners, this allowed Elijah, Niklaus, Kol and Rebekah to have a free rein on the company so to speak.What made Mikaelson Enterprises different to all the others was the fact that it didn’t have one sole purpose. 

The company originally thrived at investing low market sales. Rather than take the risk and invest in the higher term stock markets each sibling took to different sectors and reaped the rewards of their own doing which allowed them endeavour into other opportunities.Each sibling was different, Rebekah stuck to fashion. Her aim was that she wanted people to look great whilst not breaking the bank and so she worked with a large team of designers to manufacture a line of clothing that was stylish while being at affordable prices. Kol and Niklaus went into business together to create the bourbon of bourbons, wanting to create a new brand and enjoying the odd glass or two led them to a likely partnership. Elijah was different compared to his other siblings rather than go out into the world and create a new product he used his studies and degree and built a highly respectable law firm. And each separate business venture was all under the same roof in the tallest building in the city.

Springtime in Richmond was often cold and or wet, and as I watched from my large bedroom window the weekend hustle and bustle of those wanting to get to work on time hurried in large packs and then would disperse quickly into different buildings. I padded barefoot through my large apartment, still half asleep, yawning and stretching relying on my auto-poilet function to get me to my kitchen so I could sort myself out with a cup of coffee and some much needed breakfast. Scratching my scalp with my nails I waited for the kettle to boil when I heard my laptop ping with an email. Groaning that I had emails to read on my day off, I ignored them whilst I carried on waiting for the water to boil but then the glorious chime of the skype ringtone filled my ears and I begrudgingly went over to my desk and answered the call.

“You’ve got some explaining to do love.” Klaus said, as I clicked on accept.

“I'll take your late night business meeting went well.” I teased back wiggling my eyebrows, carrying my laptop to my kitchen island. 

“Why didn’t you tell me Caroline was the representative for the Salvatore’s?” 

“I didn’t want you to have...performance issues.” I replied with a higher tone of voice whilst also swinging my hips as my back was to the camera while I continued to fix up my daily dose of caffeine. 

“You can do better…” Klaus deadpanned sounding un-amused. 

“Is that what Caroline said, aww champ.” I said as I turned back around to the camera with a mug in hand sipping away at the hot liquid. 

“I need you in the office today.” He said changing the subject. 

“You know I don’t work Saturday’s.” I replied, leaning back against the kitchen cupboards taking another sip of coffee. 

“Kol needs a new assistant…”

“And that is my problem how?” I sassed back.

“Unless you want the extra workload? I suggest you find somebody.” Klaus said smugly as he raised his eyebrow. 

I leaned towards the camera slightly. “I mean the extra money would be nice but it doesn’t quite fit in with my schedule, but who in their right mind is going to put up with your brother? Come on how am I meant to pitch this? By the way the guy you're going to be working for is arrogant and so self absorbed not to mention he thinks he’s the hottest and smartest guy in the room.” I ranted sarcastically. 

“I’ll see you within the hour Y/N.” He said bluntly and he ended the call. 

Letting out a huff I closed the laptop lid in a swift motion and lent back on the kitchen cabinets and took my time drinking my coffee. I glanced up at the clock, I saw I had about forty five minutes to get into work, which meant an hour give or take. Putting my now quarter empty coffee cup in the sink I headed over to my bedroom and picked out some clothes to wear. Selecting a form hugging, white knee length dress with a thin black belt, I then moved into my on-suite bathroom and jumped in the shower.  

As I entered the building to my workplace I did my usual rounds of saying my good mornings and made my way to the elevator. Standing patiently I waited for the metal doors to open and it made me think back to my very first day at the offices working for Niklaus or Klaus as he liked to be called. I was fresh out of college and had my tuition debt looming over my head and as I read through the job adverts in the daily paper I saw that there was a position at the esteemed Mikaelson Enterprises, hearing that it was good money I applied for it and I had been working happily here for the past two and a half years.  

Strolling through into Klaus’ office he looked un-amused just like he was in the video call earlier.

“You're late…” He scolded.

“I told you I don’t work Saturday’s.” I sassed back. 

“Do you want to find yourself unemployed?” He threatened. 

“Oh please you couldn’t even last a day without me, I know you better than you know yourself. Tell me again who is it that sends out Christmas cards to the shareholders? Or handles organizing all of your meetings?” I replied, rolling my eyes at his lame threat. 

“Organizing meetings are a part of your job Y/N.”

“Ahhh Y/N there you are darling, here is the list of candidates you asked for.” Kol interrupted, walking into Klaus’ office interrupting mine and his bickering and the younger Mikaelson hands me a stack of files.

Taken aback by the weight of the files, I gave him a sarcastic smile. “I did?” I asked, gritting my teeth sending my boss daggers with my eyes. 

“Brother would you like to join me for a drink? The distillery has a new batch they would like us to try.” Kol asked. 

“Would love to, I’ll catch up in a few moments just have a few things to sort out here before we leave.” Klaus replies and with that Kol says his goodbyes and leaves the office. 

“Really? You're calling me into work so you can play hooky?” I questioned, gesturing with my free hand.

“Duty calls. If it makes you feel better you can work here.” Klaus says with a smile and gets up from his desk and grabs his leather jacket and heads for the door.

“Would you also schedule a meeting with Marcel?” He asked as he turned slightly facing me. 

“Sure, how does the 10th of kiss my ass sound?” I deadpanned, rolling my eyes.

“Perfect love, I’ll see you later.” 

Klaus left his office and I let out another huff, so much for spending my Saturday at home binge watching TV whilst having a face mask on and eating a tub of ice cream, hanging up my woolen coat on the coat stand I placed the files on his desk. Slumping back against the leather office chair I reached out for the phone and slotted it under my ear and shoulder as I dialed the number for Marcel’s office while I looked at the first résumé. 

“Hello Gerard Corporation, Davina speaking.” 

“Hey Davina, it's Y/N.” I replied whilst scanning down the document. 

“Hi, Y/N! What can I do for you?” Davina asked in a chirpy tone.

“Can I book Klaus in to see Marcel next week? I did say it’ll be the 10th of kiss my ass but if that doesn’t work how does the 6th?” I asked her, spinning in the chair. 

I heard a chuckle down the line. “I have no idea how you can get away with talking to your boss like that!” 

“Takes practice, don't worry though in a year or two you’ll be speaking to Marcel exactly the same way.” 

“I doubt it, but you're in luck Marcel is free on the 10th. I’ll email you a confirmation this afternoon. But why are you working today? I didn’t think you worked on a Saturday?”

“Yeah so did I. Klaus called this morning saying that Kol needs a new assistant and that unless I want the extra workload to find someone suitable.” I replied with a grumble. 

“Oh dear. Have you found anyone yet?” She asked.

“Well so far I’m on the first one but listen to this.”

“Ok.”

“I’m hardworking, loyal to a fault and will complete any task given to me to the best of my ability.” I said in a completely different accent and all I could hear from the other line was Davina laughing.

“Kol is...a difficult person anybody sweet and nice would just crumble under him.” 

“Tell me about it, well here's to hoping I can find someone in this stack who can stick it to him. I best get back to work but fancy going for a drink on Friday night?”   

“Sure thing, let me know how it goes. Speak to you later Y/N.”

“Bye D.” I said as I put the phone down and got back to looking at the applicants. 

Taking another of the résumés I left the office and headed to the break-room to fix myself another hot drink. As I was leaning over the counter waiting for the coffee maker I heard a clearing of the throat. 

“Nice to see your putting in the extra hours Y/N. Niklaus seems to have taken the hint about getting you to work one weekend a month.” Elijah says. 

Slapping the document on the counter I span around. “Do you really have to make me sound so cheap Elijah?” I teased feigning that he hurt my feelings. 

“Deepest apologies Y/N, you are looking lovely today might I add.” Elijah says.

“Why thank you, what brings you to this floor?” I asked him, fluttering my eyelashes.

“I was hoping to see Niklaus, is he available?” 

“Wasted your time I’m afraid, he’s playing hooky with your brother down at the distillery. No idea what time he will be back. But I can call you once he gets back into the office?” I suggested, picking up the cup and slid the résumé under my arm.    

“That would be rather helpful, thank you. I couldn’t help but also notice that some of my brothers' employees were looking a little frazzled. Perhaps you could aid them?” Elijah said back. 

“I’m a secretary Elijah, I’m not running a day-care when your brother goes out.” I replied pulling a face, rolling my eyes and walked past him leaving him alone. 

As I walked through the office back to Klaus’ office one of his employees called Joshua collared me. “Miss Y/N the fax machine isn’t working.” He uttered stumbling over his words. 

“Joshua darling, did they not teach anything at college? Here hold this.” I started, handing him my coffee cup and file and went to the fax machine to which was surrounded by a few other members of staff.  

“Listen up children.” I called out. 

“Bessie has done her service over the years you just need to know how to deal with her.” I added as I lifted up a flip, kicked the bottom drawer and pulled out the paper that had jammed. 

“Thank you.” I said quickly taking my cup and file and made a rather sharp getaway and back into the safety of Klaus’ office. 

I spent the remaining part of the afternoon going through the remanding résumés and to be honest out of the thirty I had read none of them stood out to me, the majority of the applicants were female and seemed ‘too nice’ and I didn’t think they would stand a chance, what male applicants were there also didn’t seem to be packing much in the spunk department. Looking at the clock on the wall I noticed that it was three-thirty and I was seriously hoping that Klaus and Kol would be making their way back to the office soon so I could go home. When I had an idea. Picking up the receiver on the phone I dialed a number to which I hoped would be the savior I needed. 

“Hello.”

“Cami? Hey It’s Y/NN how are you? Just a quick one, are you still looking for another job?” I asked, twirling the wire around my forefinger.

“Y/NN, I’m good thanks and yeah I am. Why do you know of somewhere?” She asked me back.

“How do you feel working at the same building I work at? My boss's brother Kol, he’s looking for a new assistant. I will warm you though, he may be hot but he can be an ass.” I told her with a chuckle.

“Honestly I’ll take what I can get, the hours at the bar are getting fewer and fewer.” 

“Pop down to the office on Monday. I’ll schedule an appointment so you can meet him and get a feel for the place.”

“Alright I’ll do just that, thank you so much Y/NN.” 

“No worries Cami glad I could help.”

Ending the call and putting the phone back, the door to the office swung open and Kol and Klaus stumbled in, while Klaus propped himself up by holding onto the back of the sofa, Kol crash landed onto it. 

Raising an eyebrow. “I take it the tasting at the distillery went well?”

“That it did love.” Klaus slurred back.

“Did you find me a new assistant? Y/N” Kol asked me, shifting his position on the sofa.

“I did, I’ve set up an appointment on Monday so you can meet her. If she is too your liking she can start as soon as.” I replied back to him, moving to another part of the room that had a jug of water, pouring it into two glasses. I handed one to each of the boys. 

Klaus and Kol looked at me and then at the glass of water in their hand, letting out a sigh I made a drink up motion with my hands. 

“Elijah was also looking for you earlier, I did tell him I would contact him when you got back to office however I don’t think now is a good time. And that is also me done for the day thank you very much.” I added and collected my things and left the office. 

Walking into my apartment I was exhausted, dumping my handbag and coat on the sofa I stripped off and turned the shower on. Standing underneath the water flow I enjoyed having the hot water fall onto and down my body as I felt the day drain away from me. 

Monday came and I was back in the office like normal and already typing away at my desk which was located just outside Klaus’ office. I was in the process of sorting through some of the stray bits of paperwork that was scattered on my desk when the familiar notification came through. Glancing at the screen I let out a scoff, Klaus wanted to see me in his office. Pulling out the USB drive that was in my computer and strutted into the room. 

“His lordship wishes to see me.” I teased, mocking a curtsy. 

“Did you type up the transcript from the Salvatore meeting?” He asked bluntly. 

“Yes it’s all on here but you also have paper copies in the bottom drawer in your desk, you have a meeting in twenty minutes with Marcel and I also made a reservation at that fancy restaurant for you and Caroline at eight.” I replied, motioning to the USB stick in my hand when I mentioned it. 

“What would I do without you love?” 

“Probably you wouldn’t survive at all, but is it really a good idea to be seeing Caroline outside of business negotiations?” I asked him. 

“You see love that when people have too much to drink they let details slip. All you have to do is ask questions. But would you be a sweetheart and pick up my suit from the dry cleaners?” Klaus replies smugly. 

“If you say so, but in my opinion playing Caroline like the way your aiming is just a dick move. And what did your last slave die of?” I told him bluntly. 

“Love I’m not playing your friend. I’m playing the odds so I can win the bothersome game between us and Salvatore’s just remember who you get your paychecks from, and we ‘evil villains’ have minions such as yourself to go and pick up dry cleaning. Now if you don’t mind.” 

“Yeah, yeah I get it. Just if you do you know find yourself in a compromising position later tonight make sure you wrap it before you tap it.” I sassed, winking at him and left the office.