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blackjackkent · 2 months ago

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Ask prompt fill for @astreamofstars for this ask meme: The Deeper the Water Dialogue Prompts Minsc - "You can be mad at me as long as you need to be" In a throwback mood lately so here's some BG2 feels. c:

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Caden: This isn't real, is it? He couldn't be dead… Jaheira: Shut up! No more words! Words are nothing! Yoshimo: I knew him not, but I mourn for your loss. Jaheira: Stranger! Nobody! I will not hear your words! Leave me! Minsc: A brave man has fallen here, but that is no cause to hurl insults at the living. Here, Boo shall comfort you. Jaheira: Imbecile! Affront to nature! What do you and your rodent know? What can you know? No words! No more words! Save your speeches, save your proverbs! The only voice I wish to hear is… is dead! No more! No… No…

- Baldur’s Gate II

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“So this is Amn, eh, Boo?” Minsc looks around at the richly painted walls of his room at the Mithrest Inn, his eyes bright with disdain and exhaustion. “Minsc does not think it very much to look at, in spite of all the shiny baubles upon the walls.”

He examines a piece of art set over the headboard of the bed, and then shakes his head. “No. You may paint and daub all you wish, Athkatla,” he growls. “But Minsc shall not forget that his arrival within your walls was bought with blood.”

The artwork does not respond.

Minsc sighs. “Yes, yes, Boo. You are wise as always, to say this changes nothing. But if a berserker is without his wychlaran, what has he left but rage?”

He rests a hand inside his pocket, feeling the comforting nuzzle of the hamster’s head against his palm. “Well,” he amends, “rage and you, of course.”

He should sleep. Much lies ahead of them all, now that Imoen has been taken and Irenicus yet lives unpunished. But it is hard, so hard, to sleep in a room where Dynaheir's breath no longer sounds nearby - the distinctive hitch on the inhale, the occasional mumble of arcane words that meant nothing to him. He feels her absence like the phantom pain of a ripped-off limb.

He leaves the room, prowls the hallways of the inn like a tormented ghost. Caden has already gone to sleep, and the thief from Irenicus's dungeons as well, but Minsc is surprised to find, on reaching the tavern at the front of the building, that he is not the only one still awake. Jaheira sits in a dark corner of the nearly empty room, watching with hooded eyes as the innkeeper wipes down the bar. A large glass of ale sits in front of her, untouched, its foam long since subsided.

She looks up warily at the sound of Minsc's heavy footfalls. “Do you come to bring me yet more platitudes, ranger?”

Minsc says nothing for a moment. He still remembers her sharp, angry bark in the catacombs where they found Khalid, the pain in her voice that answered his own. “If to rage at Minsc again would bring you comfort, Jaheira, perhaps he may find some good words to offer,” he finally says slowly. “But he has spent all those that came easily, and what remains is little indeed.”

Jaheira looks away from him and fidgets with the base of her glass, absently rubbing a line through the condensation that has formed there. “I am sorry, Minsc,” she says.

“There is no need--”

“I think there is.” She looks up again, and there is a sudden fire in her eyes. “I am no fool, who cannot tell when her shots have gone wide of the mark and struck those not the target. If you grant me the luxury of misplaced anger, grant me also this apology.”

A pause. “Very well,” he says. He reaches out and places a hand on the back of the chair opposite her; when she doesn't object, he sits, his heavy bulk causing the wood to creak. He can feel the familiar scratch of Boo shifting position as his pocket flexes with the motion.

Jaheira watches him, then nudges the glass in his direction. “If you desire flat ale, you are welcome to this,” she says, with muted irony. “I ordered it, but I find I have no taste for it.”

He can understand this. Oblivion, he has found, can sit at the bottom of a glass, but it is a tricky thing; sometimes in falling towards it, one can miss and land instead only in deeper sadness. He shakes his head. “I thank you. But no. Minsc would rather feel this thing that tears at his insides, because not to feel it would be worse.”

“Yes,” she agrees. A pause. “I am sorry about Dynaheir. Her loss is a tragedy.”

“It is. Minsc shall not see her like again.” He examines a knot in the wood of the table. “She thought well of Khalid,” he adds abruptly. “Many times Minsc heard her speak of his bravery and kindness both. And Dynaheir saw only what was true.”

Jaheira smiles shakily. “Khalid and I both found her a fine companion in turn,” she says softly. “She was as strong in wisdom and magic as any I have encountered. We-- I am the richer for having known her.”

“And the world the poorer for having lost her.” Minsc makes a valiant attempt to smile but the muscles of his face twitch with the effort. “Even now, I feel that I might turn my head and see her watching,” he mutters bitterly. “Minsc’s mind mocks him with wishing.”

Jaheira squeezes her eyes shut and rests her elbows on the table, leaning her forehead against the heels of her hands. “As does mine,” she murmurs. “We had no time to prepare ourselves for this blow. It struck without warning and tore our hearts out of us.” Her breath catches, as if someone has struck her in the stomach. “How shall we bear it?” she whispers, more to herself than aloud.

Now Minsc does smile, utterly without humor, a savage expression showing all his teeth. “We shall sink our boots into the butt of he who took them from us, so deep that we shall kick out his guts.”

She snorts softly and lifts her head. “Wisely said, if indelicately,” she says. She breathes out heavily, her shoulders squaring, her fingers balling into fists. “We shall destroy Irenicus indeed, and if fate is kind I shall land the killing blow myself.”

Minsc's smile draws very tight; it gives his high forehead and cheekbones a distinctly skull-like aspect in the lowering torchlight. “If fate is kind,” he growls in answer, “you shall indeed, and Minsc shall break every one of his bones, that he might not run away from your blow. Nor shall he see it coming, for Boo shall chew out his eyes.” He brings down his fist on the table with a bang that makes Jaheira jump. “And so shall dear Dynaheir be avenged, and Khalid as well.”

“Yes…” Jaheira murmurs, and for a moment there is a glint in her eyes that reminds him all too clearly of the tiger she is capable of becoming. “Silvanus lay the path, and Mielikki guide our hunt.”

#ask meme #astreamofstars #Minsc #Jaheira #BG2 #baldur's Gate 2 #hope you like! ty for the prompt as always friend c:#I both enjoyed writing this one and gave myself feels XD #we've speculated a bit on Jaheira and Minsc having more time becoming friends in BG2 than the game shows up #so getting to work on adding that to the tapestry :D

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buckysimp101 · 2 years ago

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Everything the Light Touches (18+) - Chapter Thirteen

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

chapter warnings: language, angst, drinking, unwanted touching/slight non-con (by a certain person. you’ll see)

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Bucky’d had the week from hell. The day you moved in he felt like he was holding his breath until he saw you interact with Alpine after his father left. Then he was being called away by Steve to talk about the situation with your parents and Pierce, a situation namely involved Caden Smith and his burgeoning role in the Pierce family as Alexander’s right hand.

“Steve I don’t care what the fuck we have to do to keep that fuck head away from her, but Smith is almost as dangerous to her as Pierce and Stinson combined. I don’t want him anywhere near my side of fucking town. You see him anywhere near her you kill him. I don’t give a fuck what it starts, that man will. Not. See. Her,” Bucky’d growled when Steve mentioned how Smith had been sneaking around their side of the city more as if placed on an undercover mission. Bucky had ground his teeth when he heard that Thor had caught Smith lounging around outside The Underworld. Bucky’s memory of the last time he’d seen Caden Smith, knocked out and bloodied outside the Stark Industries gala, brought to mind the words he’d said about you, aka the whole reason Bucky had knocked him out in the first place. Caden Smith may have seemed like a harmless, meager lackey when you first came to town, but that had quickly shifted.

Bucky had returned home late that night. He’d greeted Alpine when he walked in the door with a couple scratches and treats and as he walked to her room to play with her for a little bit he stopped at the sound of quite sobs and near hyperventilation coming from your room. Bucky’s body seized at the sound but as he approached your door to knock and check on you he heard talking on the other side.

“Wanda what the fuck d-do I do? I can’t run away, someone will find me. I am NOT marrying Liam fucking Stinson but is Bucky really any better?”

The implications in your wobbling voice that Bucky was as bad as Liam in your eyes cut him to the quick. A sharp stab of hurt and pain slicing at his heart had Bucky removing his hand from the door but also kept him frozen to the spot. Your quieted cries were dampened by another voice lightly cooing and speaking calmly.

“Sweetheart, you know the answer to that. You know that Bucky is a thousand times better than anything your parents and Liam could ever devise. I know he broke your heart. You know he broke your heart. Hell at this point, he knows. But you need to talk to him. Maybe it’ll help you to at least see more clearly why he did what he did…that doesn’t mean you have to like him or love him or ever want to be near him again. Just. Don’t murder the man. The way I see it, he’s your ticket to true freedom.”

That made Bucky step away. In that moment, Bucky began to truly realize the level at which he’d hurt you. Her’d slowly been processing it since the truth had come out at his father’s conference room table not long ago but he’d never truly looked into how he did the opposite of what he had planned to do. Bucky Barnes never wanted to hurt you. It was never in the cards for him. Bucky had been hurt when your parents unveiled the truth behind their plans to him at just nineteen years old. His immediate thought was that you had been involved and knew about what they had planned but there was always a small voice in the back of his mind saying it was bullshit. The voice suspiciously sounded a lot like Steve Rogers but he brushed past that.

Bucky Barnes had loved you with a passion so intense it could dissolve entire solar systems. But he couldn’t tell you that. Not now. Not after how he’d hurt you and been the one to destroy any semblance of a “blissful” future the two of you may have had. And now? Now he had no clue how to make it right.

And so, for the rest of the week Bucky stayed out of your way. At least that’s what he called it. Natasha said he was avoiding the inevitable. Sam said he was being an idiot. Even Steve huffed out a laugh at the latter. Bucky had spent the week going to work early and leaving work late. Going to Steve or Natasha’s after work to just give you time alone. He’d met with his father once to talk over the order he’d given regarding Caden Smith and George had seemed a little uncertain. But after mentioning the words that had come out of Smith’s mouth in regards to George Barnes’ future daughter-in-law he’d conceded almost immediately, grumbling something about ‘nobody talks like that about my daughter’ under his breath as he nodded his head in approval.

When Bucky had found out that you’d be going shopping for wedding dresses with his mother, Pepper and Natasha he’d almost died. His heart was practically galloping, thumping a military tattoo in his chest, but he kept it cool.

That is, if ‘keeping it cool’ is going to his father and practically begging for his grandmother’s ring back. Ever since he was a teenager, Bucky had plans on proposing to you with the Barnes family ring. It was a family heirloom. And it was always meant to be yours. At eighteen Bucky had taken to carrying it around with him, unsure of when he wanted to propose but always certain it would be you. Now? Bucky knew that the ring belonged to you. Even if this was a sham of a marriage. Even if this was a forced arrangement that would one day end in his heart and soul shattering but yours being set free. It was always yours. Just like his heart.

When he’d asked his father, George’s lips had quirked up and he had gone to the family safe and retrieved the ring that Bucky had returned to him almost a decade ago. When the box landed in Bucky’s hand George had spoken softly and somberly.

“Fix this, son. Before you truly fuck it up beyond repair.”

His father’s words had sat in his head. He’d stewed over them and their silent meaning. Bucky hadn’t seen you in time to give you the ring before dress shopping and he wasn’t sure when the best time would be. Until tonight, when he told you to get dressed for an outing to The Underworld under the guise of ‘being seen’ and ‘keeping up appearances.’ After a conversation on not avoiding each other anymore, he’d given you the ring and then headed to his office to give you space to process everything. It was something that he remembered you liked to do when the two of you used to fight or bring up big topics.

Sitting at his desk, Bucky poured himself two fingers of whiskey and drank deeply as Alpine jumped into his lap for pets. Sam had joked more than once that he always gave off Dr. Evil vibes in his home office with the fluffy white cat making appearances more than she stayed hidden away and the thought of that topic brought the ghost of a smirk to Bucky’s lips. Finishing his drink, Bucky headed to the front door to wait for you. You appeared in his line of sight and promptly took his breath away.

He wasn’t joking. Looking at you was like a sucker punch to the gut. It felt like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs as he looked you over slowly with a heated gaze. You were more beautiful. More ethereal. More. Fucking. Sexy. And that was a thought that Bucky needed to let go of pronto. When you cleared your voice and spoke the words he hadn’t heard in a decade Bucky truly thought his heart had stopped. That was having a heart attack. But there you were in front of him, ready to go out with him for the first time in a decade and he knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He would always want you. But in order to get you? He needed to gain your trust. Your forgiveness. And he was convinced he’d be willing to work the rest of his life to do so.

Bucky held the door to the car open for you and entered behind you, giving his driver, a young kid new to the family named Peter, a nod and directions to The Underworld before turning his head slightly to look at you. You were looking out the window, twiddling your fingers absentmindedly. Bucky reached his own hand to yours slowly, as if waiting for you to flinch or move away or glare at him for daring to touch you, but you did none of that. You continued looking out the window but Bucky could hear the deep inhale as he placed his hand over yours softly. And for the first time since he gave you the ring Bucky spoke.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” His voice came out scratchy but delicate, a part of him was afraid that if he spoke to assuredly or too loudly that you’d shatter in front of him and disappear, like the vision he was still terrified you were. Ever since you’d walked through his front door Bucky was slowly becoming convinced that this was all a dream that he’d wake up from one day and you’d be missing from his life yet again.

Your thanks was silent. Your thanks was in the form of twisting your hand, palm facing his, and squeezing lightly.

The Underworld was busier than Bucky had seen it in a while. He knew he’d made the right decision of choosing his club to be seen with you for the first time in years. Thor personally led the two of you to the VIP section and Bucky swore his eyes weren’t working right. Because you thanked Thor with a breathy voice and fluttery lashes, a hint of a smile creeping onto your face. And Bucky didn’t like that. He didn’t like that one bit.

“Thanks, Odinson. Back to the door with you,” he growled in the direction of his man, who in return forced his attention away from you to Bucky with the raise of a brow. Bucky glared in return and Thor walked away with both hands up in mock defense as he walked backwards out of the VIP booth. You whipped your head around to glare at Bucky, your frosty gaze chilling out the heat he’d felt moments ago.

“That was rude. Do you treat all of your staff like that?” You bit out, raising a brown questioningly to Bucky but before he could answer another person was interrupting.

“Oh come on sweetheart, you know Buck. Never knows when to lay off,” Steve Rogers purred from his place next to you. Fucking purred. You grinned up at him and Bucky felt the heat of anger return. Steve was fucking with him, Bucky knew that, but damn if it didn’t hurt him to see you acting like you and Steve had never stopped being friends. He was certain that you’d befriend Sam again before you befriended Steve since the former was left mostly in the dark, but apparently you’d either decided to forgive him or at the very least let him again. Bucky could barely hear the words Steve was saying to you and vice versa over the pounding of his heart in his ears. But he did eventually pick up on the other new voice coming from the VIP entrance. Natasha.

“Well don’t we look all comfy cozy. Welcome back to the Underworld, Seph. Did Master Hades finally drag you back?” Natasha drawled with a growing teasing grin on her lips and your face seemed to mimic it. And that caused Bucky’s blood to freeze. You seemed more at home here with Natasha and Steve, in the dimly lit atmosphere of The Underworld, than you had in the last week of living in his apartment. And Bucky was going to right that. Before he could speak though, you were being whisked off to find Clint and whatever poison he was mixing up tonight with Natasha on one side and Steve on the other.

Bucky took a seat at the booth, settling in with a glass of whiskey he poured from his hidden stash as he watched you interact with your former friends. You and Natasha had started getting along a little more in the last week and apparently you had decided to let Steve in too. Maybe a little too much. Because next thing Bucky knew you were throwing your head back in laughter at something Steve had said and you were clutching Steve’s bicep with your small hand, Bucky could see the punk’s eyes shimmering with delight from where he was sitting. And that look on your face? He did not like it. Not one bit.

Bucky knew what that face was. He knew what you were doing. You weren’t talking to Steve like he was your “bestie for ten years.” No. You were looking at Steve Rogers like he was the ‘golden retriever, boy next door, Captain America’ that you’d teased Bucky about all those years ago.

You. Were. Flirting.

And Bucky was going to be sick. Or kill someone. Namely Steve because he was flirting back in the way that friends do. But in a way that Bucky was not enjoying one bit. Bucky was in the middle of grinding his teeth and squeezing the table, two seconds from standing up and demanding Steve to step the fuck back, too engrossed in figuring out how to pull Steve away without punching him to see someone slide into the booth next to him. A small hand slipped into Bucky’s lap inching ever closer to the inside of his thighs and a pair of lips attached themselves to his neck, kissing and sucking lightly up to his jaw. And Bucky’s entire body froze.

Megan. Shit. Maybe coming to The Underworld wasn’t the best place for this public outing to happen.

“Bucky Bear, I’ve missed you. Where’ve you been hiding at, baby?” Megan cooed in his ear before nibbling it and adjusting herself to straddle Bucky’s thigh, her green eyes sparkling as she leaned in to kiss Bucky. At the right moment Bucky ducked out of the way, his brain running a million miles a second with blaring sirens flashing ABORT ABORT ABORT.

Megan pouted her lips, obviously upset that Bucky was avoiding her kiss and moved to grind her hips on Bucky’s thigh. Bucky quickly deposited Megan off his lap and into the seat next to him as he struggled to take in a calming breath and ran a hand through his hair.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Here, let Megan fix it. My Bucky Bear just needs a wet hot mouth to cum in and it’ll all be better-“ she began moving her hand to Bucky’s zipper and that seemed to snap him out of whatever weird semi-catatonic state he was in. Bucky grabbed Megan’s wrist and held it light enough to not hurt her, but strong enough to show he meant business.

“Let go, Megan. This isn’t happening.”

“What do you mean it’s not happening?” She fluttered those fake lashes up at him and tried to look innocent but it just made Bucky’s stomach roll. You were here. You were here with him, albeit somewhat forced but still. And Bucky was damned if he was gonna let Megan ruin that. He fixed Megan with a glare that he hoped she’d understand as him being serious but apparently it wasn’t good enough. She pursed her lips into a deeper, faker pout and spoke again, “Come on, Barnes. Let me do this for you. Look at you, you’re all tense, I can help with that. We can sneak off to the storage room. Piss off, Romanoff. Like old times.”

Bucky couldn’t handle Megan’s attempt to seduce him and he very much so wanted her off his lap immediately so he said the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m getting married, Megan.”

She froze. Honest to god Bucky thought someone had just pressed pause on the Megan Rollins Show because she didn’t blink or breathe. Until she did. And then Megan was plastering what Bucky guessed was supposed to be a seductive grin on her lips as she ran her pointer finger up and down his jaw line and neck before attempting to sit in his lap yet again.

“Oh baby, that’s okay. I can be your mistress. Every succesful man has one and I doubt whatever shrew you’re marrying could ever possibly bring you to your knees like I ca-“

“Not happening, Megan. This is over. We’re over.” Bucky spoke holding Megan firmly off his lap and away from him, but his eyes were focused on you dancing with Steve and Natasha on the dance floor. And Bucky hated it.

“What do you MEAN we’re over!? I don’t know what’s going through that head of yours but you NEED me, Barnes. ME. Not some whore who can’t keep up with you. ME!” Megan was practically screeching from her place next to him. But he didn’t want to be here with Megan. He wanted to be out there with you. With his friends. He wanted the whole world to know you were his and more importantly, that he was yours.

Well you’re not gonna be able to do that with Megan clinging onto you and trying to ride you into oblivion dumbass. Fucking MOVE, he thought to himself before sliding out the opposite end of the booth. Megan’s face was taking on a scary shade of beet red due to the rejection and embarrassment she was feeling. But before she could say anything else to piss Bucky off he was making his way to the DJ stand at the head of the dance floor, catching you by surprise by the arm on his way.

You wriggled in his hold, confusion written all over your face but before you could ask him what he was doing Bucky was grabbing the microphone from the DJ and speaking.

“Welcome everyone to The Underworld. Many of you I’ve seen before and some I haven’t, but I appreciate your patronage. Tonight is a very special night and I’m ordering a round for everyone because I am marrying Y/N/ L/N and there’s nothing that anyone will ever or can ever do about it.”

The words were out before Bucky even realized what he was doing. When he looked at you your eyes were wide and a look akin to fear was flashing through your eyes and Bucky swore his face was probably a reflection of yours. Cause Bucky had just done something pretty stupid.

He’d just staked his claim in front of the entirety of The Underworld. He’d just outed your ‘relationship’ to the world without a second thought. He’d done so in a place where he knew Pierce was sending spies. But before he could say anything to you, to apologize discretely, applause broke out across the club as people began flooding Clint and the rest of the bar staff for their free drink. You turned to face him slowly, anger and fear pasted on your face, and if Bucky looked behind you he knew he’d see the same on Steve and Natasha’s as well. But you didn’t say anything. You couldn’t fuss with him. Not in this space where all the attention was going to be on the two of you until you left. So. Bucky whispered in your hair the first thing that came to mind as he slid his arm around your waist to pull you tight against him to allow him to bend down to press a “kiss” into your hair.

“Fuck.”

“My sentiments exactly,” you growled back while hiding behind a broad smile and a glass of champagne that was being handed to you by a well-wishing patron as you dug your nails into Bucky’s arm while trying to look like a loving couple.

You fucked up, Barnes. Say goodbye to the peace you were hoping for the next couple weeks.

“We’re not exactly looking couple-y…and we might need to convince some people, I’ve got a few disbelieving looks pointed my way” he murmured in your hair and your face turned at breakneck speed to glare at him.

“How exactly do you expect us to look couple-y, James” you hissed under your breath and Bucky took in how your eyes were flashing. Flashing with confusion and maybe a little anger. And then his gaze dropped down to your lips. They parted in a gasp of realization and your eyes widened.

His eyes wandered back to yours before he whispered, “do you trust me?”

“Not at all,” you breathed, eyes still wide, and Bucky had to hold back a chuckle.

“Trust me, honey. Please. I need you to trust me.”

He watched you take in a breath, close your eyes, and he swore he saw your lips moving as if you were counting to ten. Your lids fluttered as you opened them, lips parting as if to speak but when no words came out you closed them and nodded your head slowly, albeit a little uncertainly.

Giving Bucky enough time to close the gap between the two of you and press his lips to yours.

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marcishaun · 5 months ago

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Mariah didn't plan on letting Caden take her home, but he had thoroughly charmed her with his love of art, music and dance.

Mariah: I had a wonderful time... Caden: Me too. I would...um...like to take you out again. Is that okay? Mariah: [smiles] I'd like that. Um, if I stick around long enough. Caden: What do you mean? Mariah: Family stuff. This place may not be a good fit after all. Maybe I should spread my wings even more. Move to the opposite coast.

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krakenshipwreck · 5 months ago

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stucky cup 2024

well, they went from a 3x3 tournament at the first ever kraken dev camp in 2023 to 4x4 last year and i guess this year we finally have enough prospects to play 5x5. i was initially a bit disappointed because it's so much harder to notice individual details when there's 10 goddamned players on the ice, but i came around pretty quick. it was nice to see them play their actual positions, and also very interesting to see how they do in 5x5 traffic.

ty nelson skates very low to the ice and he's like a wrecking ball going straight through everybody. honestly can't tell if that's because he's physically able to force his way through traffic or if it's because everyone else kind of gets out of his way because they Do Not Want this dense pit bull bod barrelling into them.

berkly catton is completely the opposite style but just as effective, he just slides right by people into the zone. it's also extremely fun to watch him slip passes through impossible seams. the nelson/catton/firkus combo was pretty unstoppable. you can really tell when ty's on the ice, he makes the forwards look so much better.

julius miettinen had the most dominant faceoff win of the day, maybe he's not the most skilled but the size and strength matter. it was fun to watch him and my guy VIKING GUSTAFFSON get into it. lleyton roed also had a very nice end to end goal.

i was right about visa vedenpaa: team nelson scored 5 goals on the first period goalie but only once on him.

it was really cool for them to announce the contract signings, but i have some other gripes about in-game production. if they could give us a goal horn and kraken sound effects for the pride tournament, i don't understand why they couldn't today. the announcer also kept mispronouncing jagger firkus's name as "yaeger." ty nelson's acceptance of the stucky cup this year was also way boring compared to his outstanding showmanship last year. no trophy hoist, no victory lap, no fun. also why bother to name 3 stars if you're not going to have them yeet fish?

berkly catton lingered on the ice after everything was over, doing tight turns. that is a personality trait i always like in a hockey player. he and caden price are clearly saskatoon buddies and i love that for them and for us.

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sunsetandshadows · 3 months ago

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Moment of Respite

A brief moment of solidarity during a mission, set out on a pier. Takes place in the assassin AU; also posted on AO3.

Caden stared into the gentle, rolling, rippling water, at the brackish brownish-green tone. He swung his legs like a child in a seat too tall for them and shivered slightly against the wind. The breeze toyed with his hair, playful, invisible hands lifting and curling raven strands around their fingers. Thin, twisting strands of smoke danced in the air, and he held the bitter taste in his lungs as he took another drag before exhaling through his nose. The grey cloud curled before his face, then faded into the pale sky, leaving nothing but its stinging scent.

Apparently Jakob was from just across the river. Was he across from the Harrison household right now? Was he looking at Jakob’s great-nieces and nephews now, playing in their yard without a care in the world? Or maybe his family packed up and moved when Jakob died. Maybe they weren’t there at all. Despite keeping tabs on Jakob’s old friends, Caden could never really bring himself to look into his family. He read his sisters’ names in his obituary; that was enough.

He supposed it didn’t matter. They weren’t Jakob. It was better if he forgot they existed. He’d already forgotten their names; maybe one day their very existences would slip his mind.

Maybe.

Sunny stepped lightly, but the old wood of the pier gave him away immediately, creaking even under his expert movements. Caden recognised the sound right away — years of memorising footsteps paid off, he supposed. Sunny stopped a respectable distance away, and for a while, they stayed that way, Sunny’s eyes locked onto the back of Caden’s head, neither speaking up. He took another breath of smoke, trying not to make it too clear how on-edge Sunny’s gaze set him.

Finally, Sunny’s voice, soft yet clear even over the gentle lapping of waves at water-stained pilings, called out.

“Dinner’s ready.”

Caden nodded. “Thanks. I’ll be right up. Don’t uh… don’t wait for me.”

He half-expected Sunny to turn and leave, but there were no retreating footsteps. Instead, after a beat, he stepped closer, creaking over rickety wooden boards, to stand behind Caden. He stood there, gazing out at the land across the water, before sitting down with a huff, dangling his legs over the edge of the boards.

Caden side-eyed him, looking him up and down. His skin looked livelier in the late-afternoon sun, eyes watching the horizon with that laser focus he so often had.

“Calm down, guard dog, nothing’s gonna jump outta the water,” Caden said, leaning back on one hand and taking a long drag of his cigarette. Sunny cast him an unamused glance.

“I’m aware.”

They lapsed once again into silence, the waves far below them speaking in their place. Caden was half tempted to just head back up to the house, the solitary moment broken now that Sunny had joined him — but now, a new sort of moment had formed, tender and fragile, so rare between them. It was as if one small movement could throw them back into the chaos that all of this had started with. Maybe that was preferable to this unfamiliar serenity; at least that was befitting of who Caden was now. This…

This was too much like a different time, one he’d left behind long ago.

He lifted his cigarette to his lips again, hoping to lose that train of thought in the nicotine clouding his broken throat. Almost instinctively, he turned towards Sunny to blow the smoke into his face, then second-guessed himself and turned away. The smoke instead escaped into the air beside him, drifting away like a contaminated cloud.

“Thanks,” Sunny drawled, his voice tinged with the slightest bit of sarcasm.

“I could do it if I wanted to,” Caden warned, looking back at him.

“I know. You do it plenty.”

A playful, unapologetic sorry faded on Caden’s lips. Instead, he chuckled as his eyes trailed back out to the opposite shore with no real response. That line of discussion died out quickly as well.

“Y’know,” he said offhandedly, looking down at the river below, “I knew someone who was from around here.”

“From the water?” In Sunny’s voice, there was a hint of surprise at his openness, though Caden knew he was trying to cover it with a deadpan joke. Caden rolled his eyes and lifted his cigarette to his lips.

“You know what I mean, asshole,” he teased around the cigarette. He shoved Sunny slightly; Sunny barely budged, but he smiled, and that was enough.

“I know, I know.” Sunny raised a hand, signalling for Caden not to touch him again. Caden pulled away quicker than he meant to, not willing to provoke Sunny any further. “So they were from the island?”

“Nah. They lived just across the river.” He indicated the opposite shore with a hand, the cigarette clamped between his index and middle fingers still burning against the evening sky.

“Were you friends?” Sunny probed, already knowing the answer but carrying on the small talk nonetheless, as if to fill the silence. Caden glanced at him, wondering if he knew who they were talking about.

If only you knew.

“Not really,” he finally said, lying through his teeth. “You know I don’t have many friends.”

“Yes, yes, you’re very independent,” Sunny bantered back. After a moment, he continued, almost offhandedly, “Don’t know why I asked.”

“You should’ve known.” Caden grinned and Sunny rolled his eyes. The wind picked up briefly, sweeping a few strands of hair into Sunny’s face, making him sputter slightly as he combed it back. Caden fought the urge to laugh; his throat ached as he choked down the sound.

As the wind died out again, slowing to a gentle breeze, Caden looked back out to the horizon, where the sun was sinking lower towards the distant hills. He took another drag of his cigarette, which was now almost completely burned out. Brows furrowing, he crushed it against the aged wood plan beside him, the embers dying out with a final brief flicker.

“Sunset soon,” he muttered, more to himself than to Sunny. There was a brief glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye as Sunny curiously tilted his head at him. After a moment of deliberation, he returned the gaze, despite how Sunny’s eyes had his stomach twisting fiercely. Briefly, Sunny’s tongue ran along his upper lip, and Caden tracked the movement nervously. Dinner was waiting back at the house, right? How hungry was he now?

Sunny broke their informal staring contest first, looking back to the setting sun. Had his skin taken on a more vivid tone, or was it just a trick of the light? Inky strands of hair rode the light river breeze; in this light, he was an otherworldly sort of striking, both human and ethereal, the sun playing nicely on his face. Like this, he looked almost like someone from a movie, or perhaps the protagonist of a novel.

Or the subject of a painting.

Caden choked on nothingness at the comparison and looked away. He stared at the horizon, squinting in the warm light of the sunset, eyes narrowed against the sun’s harsh rays.

“We should probably head up,” he finally said, turning to look back at Sunny. “Don’t want dinner to get c—”

Colours. Thousands of colours erupted from Sunny’s form, a kaleidoscope of dazzling hues that almost made him look like he was glowing. Colours Caden had never seen before, colours he didn’t believe were even meant to be seen by the human eye. It reminded him of a stained glass window when the sun shone through it just right, yet somehow infinitely more mesmerising. His partner was still gazing into the sunset, head turned away from him, the breeze still combing through his hair and ruffling his thin jacket. He was still undoubtedly serene, even handsome if Caden allowed himself to think that. But it was the rainbow, the infinite hues filling Caden’s vision, that captivated him, more brilliant and more enchanting than the warm sunset beyond them. Reds and blues and golds, every possible mixture of the three, all vivid and brilliant beyond Caden’s wildest dreams.

The Sunset Killer. That’s what “they” called him, right? One of the many names Sunny had been given. Suddenly, it made sense why he’d introduced himself that way, or why anyone had called him that in the first place. It was as if he were the sunset itself, manifesting on this pier beside him this chilly spring evening; as if he’d vanish with the sun the moment it disappeared below the horizon.

Caden felt the urge to shrink away from him, almost overwhelmed by the colours that had burst into being beside him. But more puzzling was the desire to reach out and touch him, wondering if he was even real. As if his hand would simply swipe through Sunny if they made contact, like a child trying to catch a ray of light slipping through their window.

He did neither, instead opting to stare like a fool until Sunny inevitably felt his gaze and turned back to him. His eyes were as keen as ever, perhaps even moreso with the colours reflecting off of them, leaving specks and gems within their irises.

Caden broke the silence first.

“W… wow.”

Smooth.

Sunny looked like he wanted to laugh. Instead, he offered a simple half-smile that looked almost pitying. “You’ve never seen me like this, have you?”

“I haven’t,” Caden admitted, voice raw. “It’s…”

Incredible. Captivating. Beautiful. Phenomenal. Fascinating.

“Colourful.”

“Very perceptive.” The flat delivery struck Caden harder than it usually did. Sunny could be so obnoxiously charming sometimes — even when he didn’t mean to be.

“I mean. It’s true.” Caden waved a hand absently towards Sunny. “You should see yourself. So does this happen every sunset?”

Sunny nodded in affirmation. “Since I…” He went quiet for a moment and Caden realised he’d hit something sensitive in his unflappable, unbothered roommate. The silence didn’t last long, however, before Sunny continued, “Since I came back.”

“Well, I wouldn’t’ve expected you to have been like that when you were a person,” Caden responded, trying to gloss over the sudden moment of vulnerability. “What, do you think I was like this before I died?”

“Shut up.” There was no venom in Sunny’s words, especially with the small smile curving his lips.

“Never.” Caden playfully stuck out his tongue, then laughed. “C’mon, you know you love it.”

“I really don’t,” Sunny insisted. “I really, really don’t.”

“But you stick around.”

Sunny took hold of the back of Caden’s jacket and pulled him closer, gentler than Caden had come to expect from him, eyes intent as he leaned in. The colours surrounding him had begun to fade as the sunset began to end, dusk now taking hold of the river.

“I stick around because somebody couldn’t stay put,” he reminded him. “I wouldn’t have to be constantly holding your leash if you’d just stayed in line.”

And does Mother hold your leash because you can’t stay in line, Sunset Killer? Does she know how much you hate her? Do you know how much I used to hate you? Does she believe she’s forced you into submission the way you’ve done to me? Declawed you the way I’ve been defanged?

A caged dog will bite if given the chance, Sunny. The day you finally snap is the day we will both be free. From each other, and from her.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore.” Caden feigned innocence to hide the bitterness in his thoughts. “I’m stuck here now.”

“Sure.” Sunny sounded unconvinced. He released Caden and leaned away again, though his hand remained resting against his back. “No going back now, though. We’re stuck together.”

“I know, I know.” Caden raised his hands in mock surrender. “I’m used to it by now. Can we get dinner now? We’ve kept the others waiting long enough.”

Sunny was silent, mulling something over in his mind. Caden furrowed his brows as he watched Sunny watching him, acutely aware of the hand still against his back, just between his shoulderblades. From anyone else, it would be a comforting gesture, but from Sunny, it was anything but — especially with the small half-smirk that had begun to form on his lips.

“Sure. But first…”

Dread began to form in the pit of Caden’s stomach. “What’re you—”

And Sunny’s laughter was filled with mirth as he shoved Caden from the pier and into the river below.

#original writing #original characters #oc's #oc #oc writing #smoking cw #lighthearted #complete works #assassin au #creative writing #akuma's posts #i was sitting on a pier a couple months ago and had a vision #so this happened

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kredit-cat · 1 year ago

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Meet these new fellas Caden and Plum

They're infact the same person.

Additional info:

- Caden is an ally to Silly, helping him clean up the city from criminals.

- While Plum is the exact opposite, causing ruckus all over the city.

- They switch up personality on random ocassion.

#furry oc #furry art

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mvrbleghcstsarchived · 2 years ago

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@lcnelyhearted asked:

🌲 : ( SENDER ) joins( RECEIVER )on a nature walk or hike. ( caden & kol ) || OLD MEME CLEANOUT

Caden would be the first to admit that she had been more than a little wary when some random guy had approached her while on her walk out, but it hadn’t taken long for her to relax a bit and just try to enjoy the company. “It was very nice of you to offer to walk with me and make sure I wouldn’t be bothered given the late hour. It’s usually the opposite intention when some stranger comes up to you at night,” she half-joked.

#interactions:caden #with:kol m #[optional starter]

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blackskiesbeautifultimes · 4 months ago

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"gods opposites really did attract in your case huh?" Caden asked his sister well aware how prim and proper she usually was.

"you haven't got to do anything you're not comfortable with" Aisling assured him "we've got plenty of magic users regardless. Minus gramps"

A tourney was the perfect way to celebrate the birth of another prince held proudly in his father's arms wrapped tightly against the cold.

Women weren't allowed to compete but she was a du Lac and had been on the training ground since she was old enough to sit up. Plate armor disguised everything about her and her expert plaiting hid her hair completely.

Riling the crowd as she was supposed to Aisling finally pulled her great black stallion before her aunt "might I wear your colors your grace?" Her magic helped to disguise her feminine voice but the only one it really mattered didn't find her out was her papa.

@fayofavalon

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theking-blackheart-muses · 13 days ago

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starter for @renegadetulisrp (Tristian and Zach)

Tristian was one of the most dangerous men in the world, he was trained well by his father and he had trained his nephew. He was in charge of training their assassins and he took his job seriously. In a way he was also the family bodyguard, that responsibility falling to him after the death of his sister. Tristian loved his family and would do anything to protect them, maintain their power and keep the balance of the crime world. He knew the past Mob Boss, he had worked with them and they had a good relationship. He was unsure about this person who had taken over. There was one thing that he hated which was war, he hated innocent people getting involved in the cross fire and so he decided to set up a meeting with them.

The male had a feeling that his nephew would try to start something, Caden was wild and he saw the male as chaos. He wondered how him and Logan could be the opposite. Well, he knew that could be said about him and his brother Vito they were opposite of each other. "Thank you for agreeing to meeting with me. I thought we should meet and discuss business since you have taken over," he spoke voice calm and confident as he studied the male.

"I come with gift, whiskey. As a way to promote friendship and hopefully an alliance because the last thing I want is for conflict."

#tristian and zach #{long live the queue}

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midnightsun-if · 1 year ago

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Would there be any RO that would be jealous of how much MC’s, if MC had one, pet is so cuddly with MC? Or how the pet always seems to shoo the RO away from MC. And how they would sit on MC’s lap and occupy MC’s attention.

I hope that made sense. I am so tired right now. I think I’m gonna go grab my cat and just knock out.

Which reminds me, make sure not to overwork yourself. Hopefully your day is going well.

I completely understand what you mean, don’t worry! ❤️❤️❤️

I hope you have wonderful cuddles with your cat, and that you don’t overwork yourself either!

My day has gone great! Even better now that I’ve gotten this wonderful message from you.

Koda: Wouldn’t really be all that jealous… Your pet is just seeing you like he does! Would miss being able to cuddle up to you though.

Scarlett: Surprisingly enough, Scarlett wouldn’t be. Mainly because she understands exactly what’s happening— Balerion is the exact same with her. It’d be hypocritical of her to get annoyed/jealous about the situation.

Cyrus/Cyra: I think they’d be a little put out by it to be honest, but I wouldn’t quantify it as being jealous. They’d probably just glare for a moment before settling back into their own spot.

Quinn: Their wolf wouldn’t be too happy about it— they have designated mate time, damnit! Quinn, the human side, would just find it amusing (the situation as a whole and their wolf sulking).

Caden: Understands wanting to be near you as much as possible… Wouldn’t hold it against your pet.

Sloane: The exact opposite from Quinn. Their wolf would find it amusing, especially because of Sloane, while their human side would be sulking. Absolutely jealous that they’re not able to cuddle you like they want.

Blake: 1000%. Would be so jealous that something else is getting your attention in such a way. They don’t care that it’s your pet achieving the fact… they’d probably be jealous of a stuffed animal or pillow if you cuddled it for too long when they’re right there.

Reginald/Regina: Honestly? They’d probably be more distracted by your pet than actually paying attention to you. You might be the one that gets jealous at the end of the day.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: koda kingston #ro: quinn grant #ro: r presley #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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blackjackkent · 10 months ago

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Unrequited for Caden/Aerie! :D

(Send me a pairing and a prompt)

Send me a "Unrequited" and I'll write a drabble about one character longing for the other.

((Ooh, good pairing choice for this one. ;) I think this ended up likely being set roughly somewhere before this conversation.))

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"Aerie?" Caden calls softly down the hall toward their rooms at the Mithrest Inn. "Are you coming down? Everyone else is eating."

"What? Oh-- yes, I-- I'll be down in a minute," he hears her answer.

Involuntarily he smiles a little, just hearing her voice, but the smile is tinged with concern. "Everything all right?" he asks, moving to poke his head around the door frame.

She is sitting on the bed, a few crumpled sheets of parchment clutched in her hands. Hearing him enter, she looks up and blushes at once. "Oh! Yes, everything's fine, Caden. I was just... well..." She looks down at the papers and then adds shyly, "Haer'Dalis gave me this bit of one of his plays and said I should learn the lines. He thinks I should be an actress."

Caden's smile flickers almost imperceptibly, then steadies. "Well, and why shouldn't you be, if that's what you want?" He hesitates, then crosses the few steps to sit on the opposite end of the bed from her. A pause. "Is it what you want?"

She fidgets uncertainly with the parchment. "Perhaps," she murmurs. "It is beautiful, the words on the page. I-- I should like to be able to speak them with such confidence. But I do not know if I can."

Caden reaches out cautiously to rest a hand lightly on her arm. "I do not doubt your ability to do anything you wish to do," he says softly.

"You are kind to say so, Caden," she says, but he can tell she does not really believe it.

Of course, he reflects sourly, perhaps it means more when Haer'Dalis tells her so, with beautiful language and passionate eagerness. The thespian tiefling has a seemingly neverending supply of compliments and artful turns of phrase, and Caden is not blind to how it has worked on Aerie in the time they have all traveled together.

What chance have I, country boy from Candlekeep with darkness in his soul, compared to such a worldly light?

"Would you... like to read the lines for me?" he asks cautiously. "I could even try to read back the other part, if you would like."

She hides a giggle behind one hand and looks sideways at him. "It is a love scene, this piece, you know," she says.

Of course it is, Caden thinks ruefully, feeling heat rise up his neck and ears. Why would it be anything else? "I'm happy to help," he says stoutly. "Though I am no master of the stage myself."

She considers, clearly debating within herself whether she is too shy to attempt this before anyone yet, even him. Then she nods and smiles slightly, and leans over, her shoulder brushing his, so that he can also look at the page she is holding.

"It starts here," she says, pointing at one line near the top of the paper. "Theodorus speaks first. That's you. And I'm Cynthia. He's-- I don't know. The lines are quite complicated, but if I read it right, he is her servant. And they are both in love but neither can tell the other..."

He finds himself momentarily struck dumb, as if he's forgotten how to read, because she is suddenly closer to him than she has ever been before and he can feel her warmth where her shoulder is against his... Focus, Caden--

"Ahhh--" he stammers, fumbling for the words on the page. Slowly they come into focus. "My mistress true," he reads hastily, "too long have I attended/thy troubled mind and longed to place a balm/upon the fev'rish pain that doth bewilder/thy heart with fear and doubt and wonderment."

She clears her throat, reads back the next line earnestly. "Oh Theodorus, wouldst that thou could know/the passion still that burns within my heart/for one who should not hear and doth not ken/the state to which he drives my aching soul..."

Her eyes flick up and she catches him staring at her, and she laughs again softly. "Your turn again," she points out.

"Ah, right. Um... My lady, sure I think you wrong to doubt/that I should have the heart to understand/such pain... for true it is I live and breathe/within consuming fire of my own..." He trails off, swallows in a suddenly tight throat.

She turns her head, raising her eyebrows. "There is more to the line. 'Much could--'"

"--Much could I say, had I an artist's mind..." Caden says hoarsely. This feels, suddenly, like a dreadful mistake, because the words of the play resonate far too keenly with the longing that drifts up in his heart whenever she's close to him. He stops, coughs, and then attempts the line again. "Much could I say, had I an artist's mind/with skill to match the fervor of my heart./But still it is my soul shall know the depths/of feeling that my tongue could never sound..."

To his deep embarrassment, his voice cracks a little on the last word.

Damn it, he thinks, clenching one fist suddenly into the sheets of the bed they're sitting on. It isn't fair.

She draws back a little, registering his agitation, and her eyes widen just slightly with some sudden realization. "Caden--"

"It's your turn," he whispers.

"Yes, but--"

"AERIE!" Haer'Dalis's sharp tenor cuts across the moment like a knife; he bursts through the door with a wide, ear-to-ear smile and a dramatic gesture. "There you are, my mourning dove; I did fear we had lost you in the great halls of this fine establishment. Will you not come to eat? I would not have you faint on the road for lack of a good meal!"

He extends a hand to her with an elaborate flourish. If he notices Caden is even in the room he gives no sign of it; his attention is entirely on Aerie.

"Oh!" Aerie says, startled out of whatever she was about to say. Her eyes flick between the two men frantically for a moment's hesitation, and then her shoulders slump just slightly, though she smiles in answer to the invitation. "Yes, of course, Haer'Dalis. I was just about to come down."

She reaches out to take the tiefling's hand, then pauses, looks to Caden. "And you will come too, will you not?"

Caden's expression has gone suddenly rigid with the effort of keeping a wave of turbulent emotion from showing on it. "Yes, I-- I will be down shortly," he says hollowly. "Do not let me keep you."

#my writing #caden of candlekeep #aerie #haer'dalis #springagainafter #thank you for the prompt!#this one got a little out of hand but i had fun writing it lol

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keneestorytimelibrary · 5 months ago

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Rockey Chapter 8

“Your brother is fucking lucky you pulled me back Matteo!” I said, once we entered the house. I began running my mouth on ways I was going to make him pay, failing to notice the small audience looking at me with amused faces.

“Rockey, he was going to pummel you. “Matteo said cautiously. “I’ve never seen him almost hit a female before, but he sure as hell looked like he was going to destroy you.”

“Oh, please Matteo! I’ve taken sh-” I began, but immediately stopped once I finally felt the three pairs of eyes on me.

There was a young girl, slightly older than Matteo, wearing a similar uniform to him. She had the same striking auburn hair, cut just below her chin. She had a pair of thick black glasses, and the sweetest smile I have ever seen.

There was also a much older gentleman, dressed in a simple black tux. He had a full head of gray hair, and a mustache. His face was a mixture of shock and pure amusement.

And then, there was the smallest one. If Raffa didn’t look so mean, and didn’t have such a grumpy attitude, these two would’ve been twins. They even had the same shade of brown eyes. But while Raffa’s appearance screamed “ass-hole”, “thug”, and “mean”, this little guy looked the complete opposite. He was innocent, angelic, and adorable. And the way he was dragging his expensive bookbag behind him, made me want to swallow him up in a hug.

All three of them looked at me, for what felt like hours, as if I was a mythical creature. The awkward staring continued until the front door opened and closed. Raffa and Nicoló walked in with a confused face.

“If you have time to stare, then you must be ready for school.” Raffa said sternly. The three kids’ eyes almost bugged out. Without a word, they all ran in different directions. The older gentleman cleared his throat, and swiftly walked towards Raffa and Nicoló.

“Sir, your bath is ready.” he said calmly.

I do not know what came over me, but I let out a hearty laugh. “Does the old man need help with his sponge bath?” The speed in which he attempted to lunge at me cannot be described in words or numbers.

“Why don’t you get ready for work?” Nicoló said, barely managing to hold Raffa back from me. “Celia and Antonio are still on that business trip, and won’t be back for weeks, so there are more things that need to be done.”

“Rockey, please wait here. I’ll be back in a few.” With much reluctance, Nicoló pushed Raffa up the mahogany staircase.

After a few minutes of an awkward silence, the older gentleman began speaking. “Miss Rockey, may I tempt you with a quick tour of the Estate?”

“Please.” I replied gently. He led me through the hallway, and into the living room. Caden and Tony’s apartment could fit comfortably in the living room, with room to spare. The walls were painted in a dark brown, with a gold border. There were two long curtains, in a dark goldish-color, covering massive windows.

“The furniture all over the house is a wooden Italian Classic.” the older gentleman informed me. He must’ve noticed the uncomfortable awe I had. “No expense was spared in decorating the house. Miss Celia helped in picking everything out.”

I immediately felt out of place, and didn’t feel comfortable sitting on anything, let alone stand in the room. He noticed my uneasiness, and let out a hearty chuckle.

“Please make yourself comfortable, Miss Rockey.” he said.

“I wish I could, my good sir, but I fear I would be scolded by the crypt keeper if I touched anything.” I said rather loudly.

He let out another laugh. “You may call me Arthur.”

“Hi Arthur, please to meet you.” I said, extending my hand. He looked at my hand for a second, before reaching out and shaking it. “Please just call me Rockey.”

All of a sudden, I felt a tiny tug on my leggings. I looked down to see the little guy from before, showing off his beautiful eyes.

I knelt down, so that we were eye-leveled. “Why hello there little one. What’s your name?” I asked.

The little kid kept quiet as he played with my hand. There was a comfortable silence as he began tracing figures on my skin.

“His name is Giovanni. He is six years old, and his favorite color is orange.” Arthur said. Giovanni gave me a coy smile, as if confirming what Arthur said was true.

“Well Gio, my name is Rockey. It is an absolute pleasure to meet you.” I said politely. He gave me the cutest smile in return.

“He normally doesn’t warm up to strangers.” Nicoló said out of nowhere, scaring me shitless. I fell on my ass, while I let out a high-pitched scream.

Gio let out a cute little giggle before returning to his silent smile. His little laugh was so cute! “Oh, so you can make a sound, huh?” I asked with a smile. Gio replied with a shy smile.

“I haven’t heard him laugh in a long time.” Nicoló admitted in a bitter sweet amazement. Nicoló came behind me and helped me up. Those few seconds of Nicoló touching me were absolutely blissful.

Raffaele came around the corner, another look of confusion plastered over his face. He was all clean, finishing the last touch of his 3-piece suit. He was the complete opposite of what I saw earlier. There is nothing sexier than a well-dressed man…that is until he starts talking.

“You’re on the floor already? What? Did the old hag fall?” He asked in a cocky voice. Once I felt I was steady, I marched towards Raffaele. I didn’t know what I intended to do to him, but I knew something was going to happen. Unfortunately, Matteo came running around the corner, tackling me back onto the ground.

“Rockey, are you dropping us off at school?” He asked, trying to distract me from his older brother. The question definitely threw me off. Before I had a chance to answer, Raffaele butted in.

“Matteo, grab your brother and sister and wait in the front.” he ordered. Matteo nodded, and grabbed Gio’s hand.

“Arthur, please go with the kids and this thing to school. Nicoló, let’s go.” With that, everyone began moving. I was left on the floor wondering what exactly was going on.

‘Was I hired?’

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