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sedonalace · 7 years ago

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a dream is just a dream until it becomes all too real

This is another mess that I made I guess. yeah, that’s all I’m gonna say about that. just here to say I hope you all have a great day and I hope this doesn’t seem too confusing that’s all lmao.

Also, follow me on twitter @ mirisxoxo bc self-promo, I have no shame and I am very bored.

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This doesn't seem too out of the ordinary for him. Although he usually never dreams about it, it makes sense that it appears right now because of the last competition he was in. And although he won, all of the hours of skating practice, day and night, almost 8 hours a day consecutively at times. It might have caught up all at once. And now skating was invading his paradise escape.

Matteo was in the park, just doing a few tricks for a bit. Drawing in a small crowd of people walking by. After that short sequence ended, he decided to venture off on his own to roam around in the fresh air. It was something he never got to do too often. But it was a dream, even if he didn't know it. Literally, there were no bounds as to what could happen in a dream. It's an odd thing to think about.

Along the way, he sees a girl in the distance. Way too far out to even be noticed by the other. But she was the only other one in the park that was skating as well. The thing is though, she looked very out of place though, not necessarily in the bad way.

She wore these brightly colored clothes that could be seen from space, with the neons so blinding. Also the fact that she wore a tank top and short shorts, even though it was getting pretty chilly in Buenos Aires as Autumn quickly approached. As if she just walked straight off a beach.

This may be due to the fact that she seemed so young, youthful even. Very petite. Despite these things, this isn't what even stood out the most to Matteo. Her hair was so dark and long. It very much imitated waves washing over her shoulders delicately. So soft and calming. She stumbled a bit from point to point. But ultimately, would get back up right away and carry on.

He didn't choose his favorite standout point, however, until she noticed him.

As he watched her in the distance, her mostly back-facing side view turned the slightest bit to see behind her. When she spotted someone staring, she made a stop and completely turned around, where they were facing one another eye for eye. In those stares, there was such a strong feeling, so hard to describe. Something like it want to pull closer to her. However, he stayed put letting everything sink in.

Her eyes recognized every inch of him from her standpoint. And as she pierced her green eyes through his, her lips turned up the tiniest bit, moving slowly up. Into the form of a complete grin.

She smiled. She smiled. She smiled.

And then it shut down.

~~~~~

Matteo opened his eyes, shaken up. Returned back to his room, lying comfortably in his bed, in the early hours of the morning with the orange rising sun peeking through the blinds, making a painting on the walls. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as best as he could before reaching for his phone. 6:34 A.M. it read. With only 23% battery left, having a crappy broken phone charger, and not having the time to buy a new one. He groaned into his pillow not only because he has to be at the university in 45 minutes or that he'll have a mostly dead phone throughout the day, but because of the dream. This weird, unexpected, and destructive dream. It really came out of nowhere. The strangest it's been in a while.

He can only hope that nothing comes of it, and he can get through this already rough day without setting anything else off.

•

This one doesn't seem so far off from most of his dreams. Singing in front of a crowd is always the goal he chases after. Most of the time it takes place in the places impossible to get to, like Madison Square Garden or the Rose Bowl or something like that and with a big band behind him and colorful lights all around.

Except here, he's in the Jam and Roller during another Open Music. He wakes up from his drifted off state and realizes he is in the dressing room, waiting to go up. He recognizes voices and turns around to find Jim and Yam at the vanity fighting over which lip color to go with. And Ramiro trying to get them to shut up. Luckily that part is already settled for them as they hear Juliana's voice announcing them to go up and they abandon their previous argument, leaving Matteo alone with his thoughts.

Matteo grabs his guitar that stood beside him on the rack and lightly strummed the strings for sound. Time has apparently vanished in a blink as he hears the sound of quiet clapping from outside and his name being called to go on stage. He takes a breath and goes up, passing by the three who went before him, too busy gushing over how well they think they did to even bother looking at him.

He sits on the stool and looks out. The atmosphere has changed tremendously for this one. He can barely see out into the crowd now. But he could tell it was a bit more thinned out. The tables looked prettier for some reason with some fancy tables clothes and flowers in pretty arrangements. And several candles placed on the tables to emit the room with dimmed lights. It was a very romantic scenery he just wasn't used to seeing at Jam and Roller where everything is full of fun and color and pop.

As he randomly starts playing apparently a song he doesn't recall even writing, as he has no control over this dream, he looks into this crowd and he doesn't recognize a face. None of his friends or classmates or Ambar, or even the regular spectators who come to these things. They were new faces who he couldn't even distinguish. That is until he looks at the very last table at the corner of the room in the far, far back. It's the girl from the other dream. Sitting with the candle illuminating her face just enough that he could distinguish who she was.

He almost felt himself stop playing not being able to believe it. He couldn't figure out how the hell she could appear again. It did make sense that it actually is possible to have someone or something to appear more than once. But it was never really believable. Not in this much detail, or in such a pattern in his best settings. But she was there, her smile growing bigger the more he played. Her cheeks growing pinker, and her hair falling more often in her face as a chance to tuck it away in that soft and shy way that he deemed charming. And that made him smile too.

As he finished singing the last lyrics, strumming the last chords hearing it fade away, his attention was only focused on her. Staring intently at one another, feeling her eyes burn into him again. And when it was over, it all went black.

~~~~~

Matteo woke up in a frenzy, hitting his head on something very hard. He was at his desk in his room, with open textbooks and papers all around him, had fallen asleep very late in the night from studying.

He rubbed his head and tried to blink the sleep away from his eyes. He saw the girl again in his dream he remembered, which was very odd. He had never seen her in his life before, never knew her name or anything. But he remembered her and had no idea why. Everything was so unexplainable. Maybe its been the past few weeks of his strenuous schedule. Between the competitions and recovery, studying for finals, or whatever. Maybe it all just caught up to him and this was the result he thought.

He checked his phone for the time. It was 11 A.M. Very late to be waking up on his terms, but it was Saturday and he didn't have any plans for the day so it was sort of acceptable. However, there were millions of texts it seemed from Ambar. Checking up on him, asking about finals, checking for vacation preparations, asking to see if he was even alive. And then finally her giving up on him. He groaned as he laid his head back on the desk again, his head pounding from all the thoughts.

Deciding to just go back to sleep for a few minutes to avoid dealing with his life problems and hopefully to forget these imaginations or whatever was happening to him.

•

He's back in the dressing room again, except there's no Jim or Yam or Ramiro there. Just him by himself. There doesn't seem to be anyone outside of the room either he thinks. He can't tell if he's reliving the same dream over again. He found himself but in the same place. It's never happened before.

Matteo rules out that he's alone when he hears music starting up coming from the stage. He turns around confused and peaks through the side curtain wing. The girl starring in his most recent dreams center stage with a microphone in hand, swallowing herself in the light and music playing. No one is in the crowd as he suspected, but she continues to float in her own presence, as the beginning of the song plays on.

The girl starts to sing, a song unfamiliar to Matteo once before, but now he's capturing every lyric in his brain to not let it pass by him. Her voice sounds so delicate and fragile, but carries a powerful weight of the lyrics, giving them such emphasis with a feathery feeling, is the only way he could describe it. Her voice was mesmerizing, she was mesmerizing.

For all of this time, she hadn't noticed Matteo standing off to the side. But once she did, her eyes somehow glowed for a second into an even brighter iridescent green, as if she was an enchantress casting a spell.

Her free hand raises a bit and motions for him to step closer to her while continuing to sing. He hesitates at first, but when she keeps suggesting it, he slowly walks over to her. She keeps nodding more excitedly as she lets him come even closer to her. There he is only a foot away in distance.

Finally, he is able to see every essence, every feature, every detail of her face. He notices that her cheekbones are very high and prominent as she smiles. They become a very rosy color as they look at one another. The curve of her nose, the color of her lips, the dark and long length of her lashes. And he knew that her eyes were a beautiful and incredible green, but from up close the purity of them took his breath away, but he refused to look anywhere else besides her eyes. And he was hook, line, and sinkered right into them.

There was a feeling in the air about the song almost coming to an end. This one enthralling song with her voice that he just couldn't seem to get over. But he felt the build up as she sings to him so magically. Her hand starts reaching over to his. And so they touch.

Her fingers gracefully sliding up to his in this very soft pattern that seems so real and chilling. And his fingers naturally come apart, allowing hers to fit through his, and they interlace as if they were made to fit into one another. He beams at their hands and back to her as she sings the last notes, returning the smile in an even wider gesture.

And the last note plays, making everything go back to reality once more.

~~~~~

Matteo feels his shoulders being shaken a little too violently as he is waking up in a shock. He finds himself on an airplane, first class to be exact. With his girlfriend Ambar having seemed to be the one with a bit of a harsh wake-up.

"Babe, babe," she pesters softly as he grumbles a bit slowly trying to wake back up. "What?" he manages to mumble a bit frustrated, then proceeding to yawn. "We're almost in Cancun so you should get ready, I guess," she whispers, trying to avoid awakening any of the other passengers. He nods a bit while shrugging. He's in an airplane, how is he really supposed to get ready? Or maybe she meant that in a different context he guesses.

Instead, he just rests his head on Ambar's shoulder, who seems uncomfortable with it at first, but lets him rest there for the remaining minutes of their flight.

As they are waiting in the baggage claim after their flight, Matteo sees something. He swears that he sees her. He's 99.9% sure it's his own imagination coming up with this imagery, but he swears he sees her in the distance of the airport, walking off into a hall, with such familiar dark long locks swishing behind her. He blinks a few times trying to regain any sense of functionality.

Maybe it was just another girl he thought. There are millions of young girls out there with dark long hair like hers. And there's probably like 30 at least in this extremely busy airport today. And he didn't even get a good look at her face. The hair was mostly the thing he saw. So he has no solid evidence for this.

And that's what he convinces himself. He doesn't go any further than that. He just does his best at forgetting it as he helps get Ambar's suitcases off of the conveyor belt and carries them outside trailing behind her and leaving them with the chauffeur to put them in the trunk.

While they drive off in their limo, Ambar checking for new messages on her phone, Matteo sits completely still, not moving a single muscle. Every time it's getting weirder and weirder and all of this is becoming way too realistic he doesn't even see them as dreams. There's no way he could be able to explain this to anyone of this weird reoccurrence. It can't be coincidental anymore at this point. There has to be something behind it. But he doesn't know what. Whatever or whoever is behind whatever the hell this is is causing a big hurricane.

•

Now he is at the entrance of the rink. Unsurprisingly empty at first. But then in the blink of an eye, he can hear the sound of giggling coming closer from behind as he is being pulled by his hand and brought to the rink by the same girl. She drags him behind her as they go around in circles. She turns to face him as they skate and her contagious laugh never fades away letting his smile. He takes her hand and spins her around almost falling but catching her in time, her laughter becoming even heavier.

He wants to know who she is he wants to talk to her and know what's behind all of this. But he can't. When opens his mouth, no words come out. As if they're frozen or stuck. His throat allows nothing to flow but laughter from his mouth. It kills him and makes him a bit anxious that he can't communicate with her in that way. But he goes forth with smiling and spinning and laughing all around, as long as she is in his presence.

Everything is caused by perfect harmony. They may not be able to talk with words, but it almost seems as if they can read each other's minds. When Matteo gets the idea in his mind to do a lift, she is already prepared, letting him lift her into the air, lifting her arms all the way to touch the sky.

And when he puts her down, she turns to face him again. With a calmer face, still keeping the warmth of her smile in essence. She wraps her hands around either side of his waist and lifts her leg from the back in an elegant leg lift, his hand supporting her ankle. But her eyes ever leave is. Her smile growing soft and delicate.

He wants to take lead this time so he wraps his arm around her waist and picks her legs up with his other and carries her in his arms letting her giggles fill the air. He can feel her becoming more relaxed the longer she is in his arms. She leans her body back a bit, letting herself float with her arms out and eyes closed. It looked as if she were flying and made Matteo glow in awe.

When he sets her down, the music that he hadn't recognized was playing the entire time in the background changed into something a bit familiar too. He just couldn't recognize it at the moment. He was too busy getting lost to let it be found.

Matteo holds their hands together just as before. It was a feeling that made him such at peace while at that same time made him feel like he was running full speed. It was pretty indescribable, to say the least. It was a feeling that he never felt before. Not even in real life, and not even with Ambar. The realism of it all was too scary for his own thoughts, but let himself be deeply consumed in it not caring about the consequences or whatever it may bring.

The petite girl kept her stare at Matteo as she rolled the slightest bit over closer to be right under his chin. Resting her hands on his shoulders and lifting her heels off the ground. His instinct is to pull her even closer from her hips and so he does. His face still leans down a bit because of her height, but they're at the perfect level. Their noses just barely touching and the urging of his lips just begging to kiss hers. Without even thinking, his lips land on hers in a soft, swift motion, only letting them linger for one second.

When they pull away, he feels a change. Something different but ultimately at ease. He feels something magical and blissful and overall he feels his heart racing at a million miles an hour, bursting at the seams.

She must think the same, he can sense it. Because now she has her hand caressed at the back base of his head as she smashes her mouth against his taking power into her own hands. He does nothing but responds with the same amount of fierceness as he holds her tightly. If he was lost before, he has no sense of anything else then. He can't think or speak or breathe. He doesn't want anything else than to be kissing her like this forever. That's all his mind is at, just his lips on hers.

The feeling in his heart somehow keeps growing faster and stronger, pounding against his head and his chest as they kiss. And once the pounding gets to the loudest point, she's gone once again.

~~~~~

Matteo shoots up straight out of bed with his breathing out of control. It's the earliest hours of the morning, the sun barely rising from under the ocean view. But Ambar hears his commotion anyways and wakes up from beside him as well. "Matteo, what's going on? Are you okay?" She asks him with worry in her morning voice. He only shakes his head ferociously as he buries his head in his hands.

"Oh God," he breathes into his hands. "Nothing. It's nothing, I swear. Just- go back to bed," he directs Ambar as he lays back down, pulling the sheets up over his shoulders. She still sits up, confused. "That wasn't nothing, what were you dreaming about that made you frightened like that?" she asks. "Nothing! I told you to go back to sleep, forget it," he says harshly.

Normally, she wouldn't be scared of when Matteo yells. She's not the type to be intimidated by it. But like this, as if he was defending something for his dear life, she just followed his orders and tried to forget everything, trying back to go to sleep, even if it seemed impossible.

That afternoon, when they are shopping and Matteo follows around to hold Ambar's bags, it happens again. But this time. It seemed far too real to ignore. She was passing by through the outside window of the store they were in. The hair that he could never forget. No matter if there were so many of the same, he just knew.

When Ambar attempted to give him a hanger with a dress on it for him to hold, he shakes his head and drops her bags on the floor and goes out of the store to find her. "Matteo! Where the fuck are you going?" She yells at him completely pissed off. He sprints down the sidewalk, pushing people passing by and following the hair.

He's running and running and running, but he can't seem to catch her. She turns a corner, losing his place on her, but he still runs anyways. And when he reaches the corner, she's gone. He stands there so confused and frustrated, hands over his eyes, thinking he let her get away. Meanwhile, he can finally hear Ambar running to him as fast as she can in those heels of hers. He knows better not to look, but he does. Ambar's face furiously red with rage, hands fisted and nodding her head. He lets out a breath in preparation, praying to the sky to not let her murder him right then and there.

"Why the fuck did you run off, you asshole?" she spits at him as she arrives. "You just dropped all my shit there and took off running and leaving me there, what the hell is wrong with you?" He tries to focus on the rush of blood pumping through his ears, hoping her voice would be drowned out, but there was no such luck.

Coming up with some excuse was a total failure for him as well. "I saw someone carrying a bag from my favorite stop and I wanted to ask them where it was?" he tried to convince her. She didn't though. "That was excessively dramatic for such a thing," she crosses her arms. "Why didn't you just google it like a normal person?" He scratches behind his neck nervously. "Uh, google lies a lot, can't always trust them."

Ambar rolls her eyes, grabbing his wrist to pull him back. "well now you know or whatever, let's just get back and carry my stuff alright?" He nods in agreement, his mind half there. And he lets himself be dragged back with his head in the clouds, and he wonders if it's ever possible if he'll think the same of anything again.

•

After a few nights, he thought the dreams with her would've stopped by now. They've been gone since he ran away from Ambar while they were shopping the other day trying to forget about it, and it seemed like it worked for the most part. However, even if he was in a new location this time, some flat or whatever, he knew they weren't over. Because instead of her popping out from somewhere, she was already sitting right in front of him the moment it began.

She sat only inches away from him on a couch, her hands resting on her denim knees, fingers outstretched, wanting to touch his knee too. She seemed a bit darker and casual in this oddly intimate setting. Her hair was a blondish orangish color this time. It seemed to be a weird feature for a change but he still fell in love with her the same. Because they were the very same green eyes that had always been there, always kept him trapped in place.

He had his guitar resting on his lap, and she was waiting for him to play presumably. So without much control, he did. Except he knows this song. This one wasn't finished yet because he was still writing it. But somehow the melody and lyrics flowed out so smoothly, never in the way it was while he wrote it. It was as if he was writing the song all here and now. A dream completed it for him.

As he sang to her, her smile grew as bright as ever, gently swaying along with the chords. Matteo tried and tried again to break out of this trance or routine that was going on to try and talk to her. But nothing. His voice would not let him, it only let him keep singing. It hurt even harder than before. Because how can he even be sure he in love with a girl he can't have a conversation with? He knows for a fact that no matter what he does, she'll never be able to leave his mind. He knows that everything about her makes him always gravitate in her direction, pulling him in like a magnet. He knows completely that this sensation and connection for a girl he doesn't even know, that he has only ever stood by in these dreams has made him feel something even stronger than he feels with Ambar than he has felt at any point in his life.

His voice became softer as the song wound down, the strumming becoming looser and quieter. His gaze never shifting. It spiraled away in one quick motion after that. He took the strap off of his guitar and pushed it to the side, swiftly brushing her hair behind her ear and yanked her to his side in a kiss. That's what he was brought here for in the first place. The moment he opened his eyes he knew, that he wanted to taste her lips once more.

She responds automatically by pulling at the collar of his shirt, slowly dragging her body into his lap while deepening the kiss. Matteo let himself tangle his fingers in her long and colored hair, at last feeling the softness, burying himself in it. She gripped onto his collar so tightly, one button undid itself at the top. She was in no hurry to for anything. So she slowly trailed her fingers down his chest, agonizingly undoing one after another. It drove him absolutely wild at the pace she went, but he didn't interject. He only kissed her harder, asking to let his tongue through her mouth, and she let him as she pleased.

He was feeling that thing again. The feeling that everything was speeding up, his heart beating faster, the adrenaline rushing through his veins building up the intensity. Everything was about to be woken up, he had realized for the first time. That within a matter of seconds he won't be kissing her anymore and that he'll come back down to Earth and continue on doing whatever. He had no ways of stopping it. Kissing harder only made the time go faster. Holding her tighter did nothing but raise the volume on the blood rushing.

There was nothing he could do but linger in the lasting taste of her lips, the softness of her skin still felt on his fingertips. Nothing more than to grasp onto what he could feel left. Suddenly, there was no more.

~~~~~

The feeling of pounding inside his head made him groan in pain when trying to get up. Matteo touched his forehead feeling absolutely horrible. He definitely had drunken quite a bit last night. However, there was no explanation as to why he was on the living room couch in the mansion by himself, the room looking untouched and pristine as always.

Looking around him was useless, as probably the only three other people staying in the mansion were out at this time in the late morning. He looked for his phone which was on the corner edge of the coffee table and checked for messages. About four or five of them, and all from Ambar. Mostly about him trying to get his drunk ass up as he put it in her words. But the last one just said to meet her up for brunch at the beach restaurant, like they had planned for their last day in Cancun.

Matteo winced not only in pain but having to go to meet her and probably being extremely late. He knows that she'll get high key pissed. But he can't rewind the clock. He just has to face the music.

By the time he arrives, she is waiting outside of the entrance looking extremely bored on her phone. She raises her head when she sees him and rolls her eyes. "You finally bothered showing up, I see," she comments while crossing her arms. He begins to attempt an explanation but she doesn't let him. "I don't care, let's just go in." He rolls his eyes at her uptight attitude and follows her in.

When they are seated and reading the menu, he decides to ask her, "How did I end up on the couch last night?" she answers him bored while not bothering to look up, continuing to flip through the menu. "I don't know, I was still mad at you for the other day, so I left you by yourself at the bar when we went out to get drinks and you had more than I expected you to have. And when I got you back by a miracle, you couldn't walk up the stairs so I left you on the couch. The end,"

He glares at her with the most unbelieving look at how inconsiderate she was. But he didn't bother to fight back, not even caring at this point. So he goes back to flipping through the menu. He hates this entire vacation with all of his being, and couldn't wait any longer for it to be over.

Then the most unimaginable thing happened. She walked up to their table, as a waitress. And she introduced herself, talking. He could finally hear her voice, or at least what he thinks it is. As Ambar gives her the order, Matteo continues to stare dumbfounded at her not saying a word. The mix of reality and imagination crashing and colliding in his brain, overloading his system. Because when Ambar waves to him, snaps her fingers in front of his face, repeats his names so many times, he doesn't budge. Too stunned to function by any means. She looks slightly uncomfortable but at the same time blushes as his eyes follow her walking away as Ambar ordered for him in the end.

"Are you even on Earth, Matteo?" she asked him. He didn't look at Ambar until she fully disappeared into the kitchen and put his gaze back to her. "Huh?" he peeped. Ambar began rubbing her temples. "Okay, these past few days you have been acting anything but normal and I've tried to look past it, but it's getting too weird. So what the hell is up?" she asks, having enough with his bullshit.

He blinked once. Twice. Trying to process those very words in-between every other thing crammed inside his brain. But it wouldn't go through all that quickly. He knew she wasn't going to give up this time. And no matter how crazy he's been going, he decides to say fuck it and tells her.

"That girl, the one that's serving us, I've been seeing her in my dreams everywhere and I have no clue how the hell it started happening but it just has. She's everywhere I tell you and she won't leave my brain it's too hard to explain-" "What do you mean that girl? The person who's serving us is a guy, and his name's Simon," He's taken aback by this answer, having known that he saw her with his own two eyes. He was so sure it was real. "What are you talking about? I swear to you it's that girl, I have no idea what her name is but I'm telling you-" she holds her hand up to pause him in place.

"What girl do you keep seeing everywhere?" Then something hits her brain causing an eruption to boil inside of her. "Is this girl you're talking about, the one you chased the other day and left me? Are you cheating on me? Is that what this is?"

Matteo has officially screwed himself over this time. There's no way out of this now, no matter how hard he tried. "No, I'm not cheating on you. I'm just saying?" "How am I supposed to believe you when all you keep seeing is her even when you're with me. That's all you've been thinking about, and I'm not tolerating it."

Although relieved he knew what was coming, he didn't like the way it was ending. He shook his head being held in his hands. "Are you saying you're breaking up with me?" he breaks. Ambar can't even look at him. She turns her face slightly away, giving him an indirect cold stare. He knew his time and place was over, that she didn't want him near her. So he got up from his chair and began to walk out.

He turned around to look back at her and the waiter who she was right about, with a nametag with the name Simon printed on it and approached her table. He didn't want to see the rest, so he walked out and away from her.

He found himself at a park that had a familiar layout that the one in Buenos Aires had. Except this one was a lot closer to the beach, having the beautiful clear blue ocean view resting behind. So he went on a walk, passing by groups of kids and ice cream carts and lots and lots of birds. Just sinking in what has happened and what his brain has done to him.

After some time, out of the corner of his eye, he sees the actual waiter from the restaurant out of uniform and with skates on. He hears him laughing from the distance while shouting "Luna!" from behind him. And from afar, that same girl emerges to the waiter guy's side grabbing him along and skating through the park.

Matteo is sick of his mind playing horrible tricks on him, too tired of trying to decipher if it's real or not. But he can't help but look anyways with that tired expression of his.

They skate together through the park side by side and Matteo continues to walk by. But when he hears the loud humming of his unpublished song coming from her direction, his head shoots up in a flash. His head turns and although she is in front and afar, she looks back at him and winks, before skating back with the boy humming the song as she goes along.

#this new layout makes it impossible to do anything right I swear #soy luna #SL #lutteo #luna valente #matteo balsano #luna #valente #matteo #balsano #sl ff #soy luna ff #mywrittenworks

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esamastation · 4 years ago

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whatnowait, mb-00, bladeangelx, aniseandspearmint, thefringeperson (and probably others): Desmond and baby Ezio

Warning for blood, murder, major character death, and completely messed up timeline

Desmond is hyperventilating and maybe panicking and most definitely fucking pissed.

The Auditore house is a goddamn wreck. Abstergo's little time travelling hit squad had done little to keep their actions quiet – and why would should they, considering their messed up mission. They're already changing the history of last 500 years, what's little noise and chaos in the middle of their past changing shenanigans, right? It's not like anyone in this time has the know how to realise that the weaponry used to massacre the whole family were impossibly advanced, really.

If Desmond is going to get his hand on whoever came up with this fucking plan, he will have some damn questions to them.

"There's someone here!" a voice – in modern, or rather future English – calls out, as Desmond hides behind the corner.

"A guard maybe?" another English voice answers.

"Find and eliminate them – well make it look like it was the Auditore that did it."

There's five of them – a five man band of time travelling lunatics, off to change the world. Desmond roughly knows where they are, but for all his adventures in Ezio's memories, he doesn't know this house – it's another place from before the Villa, and the layout is a complete mystery to him. So, he can't say where they are, or which way they might be coming, or what – fuck.

Hidden just behind the corner, Desmond calms his breathing and listens – there, footsteps, not particularly quiet all things considered. A gun barrel comes into view before the guy himself does – and by then it's too late. Desmond moves, quick and brutal, one hand grabbing the gun and pushing the barrel aside – other going for the guys neck just under the helmet. Snick, and the blade goes right in, just under the edge of the skull, into the spine at a perfect angle to severe it.

Desmond grabs the guy's assault rifle before he collapses onto the floor – and seriously, they brought assault riffles into the renaissance, who came up with this plan? Spinning the rifle around, Desmond swings the thing over his shoulder – he'd use knifes as long as he could, the riffle would be last resort weapon only – and then he sees it.

Just outside, in the hallway where the gunman had came from, there's a door open just a little – and through that door Desmond can see a little kid, watching him with wide open eyes.

Federico, Desmond knows – and behind him there's a crib. Ezio, Claudia, or Petruccio – considering how young Federico is, though… probably Ezio.

Desmond blinks at the kid staring at him and then looks to where the other gunmen are. Then, making a split decision which is probably going to get him killed, Desmond grabs the rifle – he's going to end this quickly and he's going to get the kids out.

"Hide," he says in Italian to the kid as he passes him by. "Hide, and stay very quiet."

Whether Federico listens to him or not, Desmond doesn't know – he can't hang around to make sure. He has guys to kill and no time to waste.

It's a messy, noisy, all around stupid affair – and in the middle of it he runs into four bodies. A servant is first, a woman in an apron with line of bulletwounda across her chest – the next is Maria Auditore, her face frozen in look of horror as she lies there, in pool of her own blood. Giovanni is not far from her, still holding a knife – it's bloody, so he managed to get some revenge, before getting gunned down by weaponry even the best of Assassin armour could do anything against. Desmond gets a uncomfortably long look at him, taking cover behind the corner he'd fallen against as he takes down the gunmen, one after another. In Giovanni's honour, Desmond takes his knife and uses it to kill last gunmen, throwing the knife through the hall and into the guy's throat.

He is then left in an ungodly mess of futuristic assassins, who'd murdered a historical assassin family, with all sorts of future weaponry strewn about the damn place – and with two survivors. The only bit of luck here is that both kids are far too young to understand anything about what had happened – and that can't really be called luck.

"Fuck," Desmond whispers, looking over the bodies, the weapons – the history, utterly derailed by Abstergo's stupidest plan to date. Go back in time, and derail all of assassin history at crucial point of history and development of future scientific understanding of the world, what could go wrong? "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

He ends up gathering all the explosives the future assassins have on their persons, before piling up all the bodies together and rigging them to blow – the best way he can think to deal with all the futuristic weaponry. Then, with a remote trigger in his pocket, Desmond pulls on one of Giovanni's coats, and goes back to the kids.

Federico stares at him like the devil, and Ezio is crying in his crib, wailing into the bloody silence that had followed all the gunfire. Neither of them take it well when he collects them up, but Desmond can't wait for them to calm down. The noise might've already alerted someone to investigate, and he can't risk contaminating the timeline more than it already has been.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm going to get you out of here," Desmond babbles feverishly while carrying the crying, writhing kids out of the house. "I'm going to make sure you're okay –"

"Mama, mama, mama!" Federico screams against his shoulder, fighting every step of the way and Ezio just wails.

Desmond grits his teeth, feeling tears gathering in his eyes, but he doesn't let go of them. They're both so small – Federico can't be even two yet, and Ezio is just little older than a new born, neither of them have the strength to fight him. It feels horrible, all of it, and their cries are ear-splitting, but there's no choice.

The moment they're far enough away, Desmond crouches down to get one hand free before taking out the remote, and hitting the switch, not daring to wait a moment longer. The explosion that rocks the city of Florence would probably go into history, another bit of fuck up in already growing cluster, but at least it quiets Federico down, as he stops to stare in horrified fascination at the cloud of smoke, pillowing over the rooftops. Ezio though just keeps on crying.

"I'll take care of you," Desmond promises, more desperation than confidence in his voice. "I swear – I'll make this right."

#fanfiction #assassin's creed #desmond miles #federico auditore #ezio auditore #Badass with a Baby #murder #blood #major character death

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champagne-bucky · 4 years ago

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Debt to Be Paid: I

Summary: Earth fears intergalactic war with another planet. The Avengers are called to work out negotiations on Zevitar, the planet of peace. What happens when they are reunited with their long lost team member?

Warnings: dark!Bucky x reader, mentions of non/dub-con, age gap (reader is of age)

Notes: SHE’S HEREEEEEEE!!! Welcome to the first chapter of DTBP, the sequel to IOU!! If you’re new to this story make sure you check out IOU before you read this!! To all those who have read IOU... buckle up... Anyways enjoy!! Let me know what ya think! Please make sure to like, comment, reblog, inbox, and follow me for more! Enjoy :)

Throughout his lifetime Steve Rogers was exposed to many types of pain. Whether it was physical, mental, or emotional, Steve could handle just about anything life could throw at him. That was until he lost you. In all his years of fighting alongside the Avengers, having been responsible for the demise of half the world’s population, and the tons of toxic chemicals pumped into his body could never prepare him for the pain of losing a child. While there is no biological relation, Steve couldn’t help but mourn for the loss of his daughter.

When Sam and Tony had come to the island to end his vacation they were trying to keep quiet about the situation that occurred back home. It wasn’t until three hours into the flight back home that Tony finally cracked and told Steve what was up. Steve was in shock, his daughter fought and nearly killed his best friend? Impossible.

Needless to say, Steve Rogers was an emotional wreck once he got back to the compound. He saw the state of Bucky’s room, he saw where they kept you locked up, he saw the damage that had been done to Stephen and Wanda when you escaped. He saw parts of you that he never knew you held. How dark had you become since he left, he wondered on those late sleepless nights.

Steve didn’t speak for days. Instead, he spent them walking around the taped off ruins of his beloved compound. What was once a home for him and his family felt more like a cold, steel, jail cell. He was truly in hell without you.

The nights were filled with him lying awake in bed, eyes opened wide and darting to every corner of the room, praying that you would somehow walk out of the shadows and back to him. Instead of taking sleeping pills that Tony suggested to him, he would get up out of bed and start researching, questioning, and theorizing where it is that you could be.

After a few weeks and two overworked coffee machines later, Steve had created three possible theories about what could have happened to you:

Being an Avenger came with a handful of enemies.

Almost everyone on the team had their own enemies. From empty threats to stalker incidences, no one on the team was really safe. Any form of social media was constantly monitored, every time they were in a car there was security two cars behind, the second an Avenger leaves the tower they have surveillance on them 99.9% of the time.

Still, that .1% haunts Steve. He knows that people have their ways when it comes to the innovation of technology. Perhaps there was someone out there that was too good with computers. They hacked you, stalked you, and threatened you not to tell anyone. Maybe it got so out of hand to the point where you ran away for the protection of yourself and for the others. Maybe you attacked Bucky to keep the secret hidden or you got so scared that attacking him was an accident.

2. Everyone has their demons… maybe you had kept yours hidden too well.

As days grew longer, so did Steve’s suspicions. He never thought bad things about you. In fact, Steve knew there wasn’t a bad bone in your body. So why did he keep thinking you were secretly an evil person?

He theorized that there could’ve been another side to who you were. The nice and sweet you was all an act and you were waiting for an opportunity to show your true self. Between him not being around anymore and you now having full access to technology and weapons only Avengers have access to, you took advantage of your new found status and got carried away. Bucky found out and tried to put a stop to you and that’s how he ended up getting attacked. You broke out before you could face any consequences.

Steve shook his head at this theory. He knew you like he knew the layout of his old 40’s apartment. You’re not a bad person and never once have you said you hated someone. You never said you even hated Bucky, just upset that he didn’t seem to like you as much as the others did.

3. Being apart from Steve sent you towards a downwards spiral… basically it was all Steve’s fault that you’re gone.

This theory made a whole lot of sense, and none of it at the same time. Yes, everyone could confirm that you really missed Steve. You missed training with him and hanging out with him. You missed his presence around the compound as well. Something about Steve just made your days way better than when he wasn’t at the compound at all.

What didn’t make sense to anybody was why would you attack someone over this? Sure, you missed Steve, but nobody thought you missed him so much to the point of nearly killing someone. Bucky did give you a hard time, but as far as the Avengers knew it was just some name calling you didn’t appreciate.

Everyone recounted their last few days with you at the compound. You seemed okay, nothing out of the usual for you. However, Peter did speak up saying you seemed a bit jumpier and a little bit down and out than usual. Again, it chalked up to you missing Steve really bad. Then there was the matter of Stephen and Wanda.

They were your last victims before you escaped. The pair had gone through extensive questioning. However, they both had the same story. Wanda and Strange had tried to calm you down, but things got out of hand and you ended up lashing out at them.

Steve hit a brick wall at this point. How could no one know what happened to you? He tried hacking into security cameras from that day, but he was met with a disappointing glare from Tony and a handful of security to escort him out of the room meant for their investigation.

What was there even to investigate? You were gone and as far as anybody knew, there was no trace of you in New York, the United States, and pretty much any other country that agents were sent out to look for you. Steve guessed they only continued because Bucky needed to get some sort of justice or closure, but he swears that he was attacked for no reason. Everyone knew about their slight tension, but thought it wouldn’t go as far as leaving Bucky hospitalized.

Bucky kept quiet after Steve came back. Truth be told, he feared what his friend might do to him if the truth got out. He made sure to delete any evidence he could off his computer of you. When he visited you those last days, he managed to fuck up something in the control room that cut off the audio of him talking. No one had called him in to question his meeting with you, and Bucky was relieved because he needed more time to come up with the perfect excuse.

Now all he had to do was get rid of Wanda and Stephen, or get them off his back. He knows that they must know something. Tensions around the compound have been high around the three of them. The pair had been cold towards him after the attack, only going so far as signing a ‘Get Well Soon’ card and pitching in a few dollars for a thing of flowers, but that was all.

Wanda and Strange wasted no time after their questioning was over. They got right to work trying to compile all the evidence they could to expose Bucky. Unfortunately, it was proving to be more difficult than expected.

Bucky’s room had been blocked off by agents. He had to change rooms until the investigation was cleared. Everything in the room remained untouched, but no Avengers, besides Tony, had access to the room.

Strange and Wanda even went in from another angle and enlisted Peter to help find that security footage, but so far everything was blocked off to them. It seemed like there was one dead end after another. If the pair weren’t fast in their findings, they might never get justice for you. Even if you were long gone, Bucky shouldn’t get away with what he did.

No matter what, the pair of Avengers new they needed to finish the job you attempted to start… and Stephen Strange and Wanda Maximoff will be damned if justice wasn’t served.

~Meanwhile~

You emptied your stomach of breakfast later in the day. Same as yesterday, the day before that, and the day before that… something’s got to be up?

Maybe it was nerves? That could explain a lot seeing as the nightmares weren’t letting up anytime soon.

Seeing images of Bucky Barnes every time you close your eyes led to a lot of sleepless nights. It led to much more than sleepless nights, but you tried your best to listen to Carol’s advice and put the past behind you. Sadly, it would take a lot more than blocking that vile man from your thoughts.

Carol saw how you were feeling sick everyday. She also tried to put the worst out of her head, but curiosity piqued. It was important for her to tell you, but it was also important that you found out now before you were back on your home planet alone and scared.

When she first suggested that you may be pregnant, you laughed in her face, then you cried, then were angry, then depressed. There was no possible way, right? You remembered to take your birth control every night, right?

Okay, now you were freaking out. There was one night you might’ve forgot to take it, and that time spent in your jail cell, and maybe one or twice while on a mission.

Now you were panicking.

You forgot some days to take birth control, you were off it for a couple of days too. Bucky was relentless. The possibilities were leading towards confirmation. Every sign of pregnancy pointed to yes.

You tried to deny it for a week, but as you looked at the remnants of today’s breakfast being flushed down the toilet again you collected yourself and came towards acceptance. Coming out of the bathroom, Carol was right there with a quirked brow. She was about to say something, but you opened your mouth first.

“FUCK!”

#dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky x reader #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #dark!bucky #dark!winter soldier #winter solider #James Buchanan barnes #James Barnes #dark!marvel #dark!avengers #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #mcudarklibrary #debt to be paid #IOU

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fenristheorem · 4 years ago

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Hi! First of all... You are a LEGEND🤩! Your head cons are sooooooo good. When I read theme I really get into the story and can feel the emotion you put on the characters, 💖its amazing! Not that long ago you did a head con of Erika being ok with Leiftan being a Demon. So I was wondering... Could you do a head con of Lance accepting to take Erika with him, were she becomes a demon and enters the plot with Lance against the guard🤔? It would be very interesting to se that.😊 Hope u have a good day, evening or night!

Oh thank you so much! 😄 That’s so kind of you to say, I don’t think you truly know how much I value your compliment! You’re so kind! 😊

I originally considered nearly completely re-writing the plot from episode 15 (I believe that’s when she asks him to take her) for this ask, but then realized I would be re-writing half the plot of Origins lol. That would take way too long to write (while including different emotions and perspectives and requiring knowledge that’s too hard to hunt down or doesn’t exist) so I decided to write this with a very broad spectrum of headcanons, including some major alternative events (usually not including the guard since she’ll be holed up in a secret place so Lance doesn’t need to watch out for her every second of every day) and Lance and Guardienne’s overall compatibility.

This is probably my most bizarre ask yet, in the manner of how I’ve responded, so brace yourself because there’s a few crazy moments in this lol. Also, there’s a bit of swearing in this - I have a tendency to write stories / headcanons in a pretty crude style sometimes.

~Under the cut~

Guardienne joins Lance against the guard:

To start off with, when Guardienne asked Lance to take her with him, she didn’t know his identity. He was still Ashkore to her. That changed somewhat quickly.

I theorize Lance did actually have some sort of “home base” deep within a forest or the mountains somewhat near the guard. He did have to sleep and eat after all. And where do you think he was taking all those supplies on the night Guardienne asked him to take her with him? Where do you think he stored that frying pan so dear to him? Buried it in the ground? Hung it on a tree branch for a Sabali to find later? Sure, he moved around a lot, but he had to keep his stolen resources somewhere, so he must have had a main cabin or cave or something that no one knew about that he made a temporary home of sorts.

Assuming that; that’s probably where he kept Guardienne most of the time after she came with him. Of course, he would be sure to restrict her movements for a while - after all, she could have asked to come merely to find out what a day in the life of Ashkore is like and then tell that to the guard - but once he realizes that she truly was compliant and happy to be there, even helping him by providing information he didn’t know already and taking care of basic chores like cooking and such so he can spend more time screwing with the guard, he loosened up and let her roam around his domain.

He kept personal things well hidden; any old drawings, weapons, and clothing. Basically anything he didn’t want her to touch... which was most of his stuff... but he was reasonable and didn’t restrain her too much. Just as long as she didn’t bother him and continued to help he didn’t mind her presence... too much anyways.

But again, it wasn’t too long before Guardienne found out his true identity. In reference to the existing plot-line, I imagine her finding out his identity in this AU long before she found out in the existing plot-line. After all - they’re living together now, and he needs to take off his mask and armor sometimes. Do you think he always sleeps in his mask? And armor for that case? What about when he eats or bathes? Certainly he can do most of those things in private, but I don’t see Lance demanding she turn her back every time he removes his mask and armor. I can see him doing that to begin with - when she’s restricted - but once he realizes she truly wants to help, he’ll find it to be inconvenient to always hide himself whenever he wants to do anything without his mask and armor. He’ll probably still want her to call him Ashkore, though... and that’ll be the case until she realizes his identity and refuses to call him anything but Lance.

Now I forget if she knew about Lance’s existence at the time of asking to leave with him (I believe she did), but since she never got a description I imagine it would take her a small while to connect the dots once she's living with him. She would certainly have theories that Ashkore is Lance, and she would certainly irritate the utter crap out of him with countless questions regarding possible confirmation or hints to back up her theory, but she wouldn’t get many answers. Either he would ignore her, or turn to level his icy stare on her. She would quickly understand that he’s not interested in answering questions about his identity and past. He eventually threatened to cut her tongue out a few times if she kept asking nonsensical questions, but she didn't seem to care much and he eventually let it be; perhaps he realized that she would be even more irritating then. She wouldn't be able to speak easily without her tongue, but her resolve is steady, so she'd still try to find some way to speak with him - and then he'd still need to deal with her questions in whatever way she deemed fit, which included investing time to learn this new way of communication. Threatening her friends wouldn't work as she doesn't consider the guard her friends, so Lance came to recognize that's it better to just deal with her questions and ignore her.

However, he would answer general questions that couldn’t be used heavily against him if she were captured and questioned; why is he trying to destroy the crystal, what’s with his grudge against Eldarya, what does he know about the Blue Sacrifice? From his answers she can put a few logical pieces together. The Eldaryans don’t deserve to live? They’re disrespecting the kind gift of life the dragons gave them? They were apparently forced to sacrifice? Then hunted down after the sacrifice despite their generous gesture? Well he must be a dragon, since angels didn’t end up sacrificing and he speaks so passionately about them. And Valk said he was faelien, so either he lied and does know or Ashkore (being Lance in her theory) somehow found out their genetics while Valk remained clueless to it. And they look so similar, they would have to be brothers. Ashkore’s story started around the same time that Lance apparently died? Lance apparently fought valiantly and passionately for the things he believed in, like what she’s seen with Ashkore? Goodness are the pieces adding up now.

Guardienne would eventually approach him about her theory and he would respond with a cold hiss.

“What, you want a reward? A pat on the back and a ‘well done’? Why does my identity matter to you?”

He never said a direct yes - he was basically incapable of responding calmly or reasonably with touchy subjects - but she would know she has it right.

You would think them being on different sides of the war would mean they’d be more likely to try and kill each other, right? Wrong. Them being around each other all the time, I believe, leads them to be more likely to kill each other. Why? Recall episode 26 - their overall chemistry. Regardless of if choices made increased the LOM or decreased it, bizarre, entertaining conversation between the two still ensued. The main thing with that episode was that Lance became emotionally vulnerable as time went on, so actual tender...-ish moments came about where both of them were taken seriously but gently. Now imagine both of them - neither of them in vulnerable moments - being around the other constantly, both working together but still stepping on each other’s toes. Guardienne wants to make a meal; where’s this ingredient? What’s the ingredient compatibility? What do these things taste like? That’s not a food, that’s an alchemy ingredient? AND WHERE IS THE GODDAMN FRYING PAN!? (*cue Lance in the background clutching the pan and hissing at Guardienne*). Now Lance - who’s holed himself up in a private room - needs to plan his next attack on the guard; he needs this map of the layout, and this item to help him plan. He can use this pathway to- “Hey Lance?” ... Silence - if he pretends he’s not in there she’ll surely leave... Anyways, this pathway will probably be the safest, and his destination is there. Leiftan can- “Lance, I know you’re there, don’t ignore me!” ... Leiftan can- “Where’s the corn!?” Oh by the Oracle! But what the hell is corn? He’ll go to the door and crack it open only enough to give her an odd look. “Small, yellow, hard grain but smooth? About the size of a fingernail?” ... “Back right, lower pantry.” He’ll slam the door and hover over the map again. Ok, Leiftan... yes, that’s what he was going to do. Then he’ll have access to- “Oh - where’s the big pot?” *SLAM* Pain will shoot up his arm from his fist as the table shakes and he turns his head to seethe at the woman through the door. “You’ve lived here for weeks, you know where it is!” “Well you seem to have an obsession with hiding things, so actually I don’t because everything is always moved around!” He’ll rush to the door and fling it open to glare down at her. The door and it’s frame creak unsteadily at his tight grip as he looms over her. “Find. It. Yourself.” He’ll go to recede back into the room but she’ll grab his shirt and pull him into the room she’s in - he’ll snarl at her in response. “I’ve tried looking for it, it’s impossible to find.” She’ll hiss back at him with folded arms. “I’m busy planning.” He growls at her. “Well take a break then.” She snaps as they stare each other down... Silence again... “You make me want to kill myself.” “Don’t. You need to destroy the guard first.” He throws his hand back towards the door he was stolen from with a wild look in his scathing eyes; what did she think he was planning for in there!? “You gonna help me or what?” She speaks as if this is completely alright. He nearly shouts in rage as he slams his fist against the wall - pain shooting up his arm a second time - before pacing and clutching his head, eventually resigning to stomping towards the makeshift kitchen - not caring about whether she follows - and tearing through his stores to find the pot. He’ll throw it on the counter and cast a livid glare at her as he passes to head back to planning. “Well goodness, you didn’t need to throw a tantrum over it.” He whirls around and nearly leaps on her - she’s helping to destroy the crystal, she’s helping to destroy the crystal, she’s helping to destroy the crystal, WHY DOES A POT MATTER RIGHT NOW!?

So yes, they’re more likely to attempt to kill each other when on the same side; only because they’re alone and around each other more so they can chew on each other's nerves more.

However, as time carries on and they spend more time together, they actually begin to... enjoy each other's presence sometimes - not even sometimes; a good portion of the time. Sure they have moments where they argue and are a breath away from stabbing each other, but there are also moments where they aren’t treading on the other, by accident or purposeful. In these moments, they see a different side of each other - a good side of each other.

Guardienne quickly picks up on how passionate, resolute, and intelligent Lance is, noting that he’ll spend hours on end studying texts he’s found and maps of the areas the guard will be around next. He’ll carry these texts and maps around with him as he ghosts around their make-shift home, spending most of his days off curled up next to a small indoor fireplace and moving only for a few moments to take a quick break. Ironically, Guardienne leaves him alone to study more when he studies within her presence rather than when he locks himself alone in a separate area for hours, so in time Lance realizes he’s less likely to be interrupted if he studies in their living room/common area. As he begins to study more within her sight, Guardienne begins to see what he studies - and many of those things provide great insight for her regarding knowing Lance better. These things can range from different languages, histories and cultures, maps, geography, alchemy, mission reports (stolen from the guard of course) and even a few books touching on warfare, philosophy and psychology - what little of those latter texts exists in their world, at least. Guardienne begins to realize that, while Lance is very set on destroying the guard and the crystal, he’s also much more than just a man who wishes to exact revenge. He studies these texts to learn how to use it to his advantage, sure, but he also seems to have a genuine interest in these subjects. She even interrupted him one day - finding that he was oddly patient with answering this specific question - to ask if he perhaps ever grows bored of learning about these things, stressing that it’s a good idea to take a break from working constantly all the time - only for him to respond that he doesn’t view all of it as work. Some subjects he’s less interested in but are necessary to know for his agenda of revenge, but in the case where he’s feeling drained from that he’ll turn to reading another subject that he’s more interested in and go back to it later. She sometimes resigns to observing him as he studies - and she knows that Lance knows she watches him by the way his gaze will flick over to her every once and a while - but eventually she’ll begin to ask exactly what’s written in the books or what he’s thinking regarding the maps, asking to try to get to know his thought process better or just having nothing better to do at the moment. This is how Guardienne learns to grow closer to him; he doesn’t snap at her half as much when he explains what he’s studying, and he explains things in such a way that she doesn’t need to interrupt him to ask him to explain it better. In turn, she also begins to learn a bit about what he’s studying and can provide a bit of her own interesting input. Occasionally they debate these topics with one another, and Lance is actually very temperate when debating these things - he can speak in beautiful, grand tones about certain subjects, clearly showing just how much he’s interested in it. His eyes will glow with a warmth and passion that seems to dull even the indoor fire that burns with an eternal energy. These moments of enthusiasm actually entertain her greatly, and she begins to realize that she truly enjoys being around him in these moments. However, this also leads to minor conversations about his past, usually sparked from conversing about past experiences in these fields, and Guardienne witnesses firsthand the icing over of his personality from the reminder of his past. She’ll mention anything about his past; the village he lived in, his brother, his time in the guard, any memories he has, and the lively shimmer in his eyes will dull. His shoulders will drop and gaze will be cast to the floor as he bows his head slightly, a weight seeming to settle on him as he stares into a void for just a few mere moments. Then his facial features will harden, a stone cold look will invade his eyes and he’ll straighten again despite the clear effort it takes for him to stand tall. His formerly lively, sonorous tone will harden into cold, scathing words that are nearly spat out as he closes himself off, snapping and growling at her if she attempts to connect with him again. It’s from these continuous experiences that she recognizes something important; he's not truly as evil as he seems - he's wounded and aches for his reality to not be what it is now, and he seeks every day to ease that torturous pain, believing that that pain can only be eased by hurting others, by showing them just how much he’s hurt from his knowledge. Nobody is born evil, she realizes - he’s cruel only because he feels this is the only way he can deal with the pain of reality.

In turn, she tries her best to be understanding and comforting when she can. She understands, in some ways, his pain of knowing about the guard and sacrifice - she’s against the guard as well for her own reasons not too different than his - and seeing just how much Lance has broken because of the guard - just like her - only makes her want to burn it to the ground more. Lance notices this in time; where she once always pushed him to tell her more about his past and identity and reasoning, she’s now willing to drop the subject for a while or ask in a manner that’s more... considerate or empathetic. She begins to overlook his snapping and huffing at her, and instead focuses more on what he says and his reaction to those words instead of his irritation at her persistence. As Guardienne comes to understand Lance more, she realizes that he actually enjoys her company as well, even if he won’t admit it. He’ll jump at the chance to explain and debate his studies with her, and when she backs off of a sensitive topic she accidentally tread on for a while, he’ll be more temperate if she returns in a few hours and touches at the topic again, provided she approaches it in a neutral, tactful way. After all, the topic she wishes to speak about is a reminder of or is the exact reason he went from honorable and righteous to cruel and destructive - in his perception, if she doesn’t know how to approach it in a cautious, gentle manner then she doesn’t deserve to know exactly what happened and why it bothers him so much. However, she does learn this in in time, and he eventually allows her to listen to his most personal thoughts on... well, nearly everything. As they grow to understand each other better, she begins to provide a bit of support for him. He’s been alone for so long that sometimes he wonders if he’s truly losing his mind, but her presence reminds him that he’s not as lost as he thinks sometimes. Guardienne becomes a grounding force for him. She willingly - happily - listens to his rants and stories of his past if he agrees to talk about it, even if he’s fuming and raging the whole time, and eventually she can actually calm him down a bit. As much as he wishes to maintain a distance between them, in time he can’t help but grow a bit protective over her for personal reasons; her perspectives agree with his, she readily and willingly - even humorously, sometimes - puts up with his temperamental outbursts, eagerly speaks with him about basically anything, and wants to do something about what she feels is right or wrong. He refuses to fully acknowledge the hold she has on him - he’s not supposed to be attached to anyone in any way if his mission is to succeed- but when he stares at her as she nestles next to a stream, eyes bright and curious with innocence as she watches shimmering native fish glide by and turns to him to ask why they’re swimming up-stream instead of down, he can’t help but forget his past and feel normal with her.

She’ll eventually be made aware of Leiftan and Chrome as well. Not at first, but when Lance drags her half-way across Eldarya with him because he needs to fuck with the guard in foreign lands she’ll be dragged into their late-night-hang-out-meetings.

Leiftan quickly takes to her, Lance notices, and this is also how - in this version of the story - Guardienne finds out about her genetics. They need her strength in the war, so Leiftan will enlighten her and encourage her to train her abilities, even helping her in the few moments he can.

Lance quickly snaps at him, making sure he knows he can’t jeopardize his fake role within the guard to train her late in the night. He comes up with all sorts of excuses and aggressively reminds Leif that he can’t spend too much time around her. She’s supposed to not exist anymore and Leiftan needs to pretend like nothing is going on.

Really, though, Lance is just feeling threatened. He doesn’t want his personal source of information, good food, and entertainment to be wooed and stolen away. Good luck getting him to admit that, though.

Lance believes she’s safest with him; he’s the one outside the guard and his location and activities are unknown most of the time. All he needs to do is keep her veiled in that shroud of mysterious unknown to the guard and she’ll be impossible to find. Of course, she won’t want to just sit around forever. She’ll eventually want to be more proactive in helping him destroy the guard, and he’ll argue it at first until she becomes just so annoying that he can’t possibly stand it anymore! It’s either she helps or he kills her because she won’t shut up, so he trains her; hard and brutally. He’ll train her in how to master her demon abilities, how to gain the upper hand in any fight with any enemy, the most lethal points of different creatures, the most lethal tactics she could use, how to improve her strength, stamina, speed and stealth. He was once Chief of the Obsidian Guard; he knows how to turn a weak, scraggly runt into a masterful, fearsome warrior. When he finally sees fit, he’ll gift her with personalized equipment - bought or made specifically by him - so she can slink around the guard late at night with him. Of course, he’ll demand that she call him Ashkore on premises - or anywhere except home, really - but she’ll follow his lead in that case; she knows how important it is to remain unknown.

So how exactly do these restock or attack missions go? Well, she’s usually brought along for restock missions - where no one is supposed to know they were there in the first place - in which case her role is to stay quiet and help him throw stuff into the bag. She’ll typically be left to carrying the bags unless there’s one that’s too heavy for her to remain quiet - he’ll take the heavier bags. Lance will usually be busy designing their path out and planning their timing correctly while she focuses on following him. He doesn’t really take her on attack missions, though. He wants her to remain unknown. If a feminine figure is suddenly working with him not too long after Guardienne’s disappearance, especially since it was clear there was a rift between her and the guard, then suspicions will rise, and unfortunately those questions could then begin trace further back to reflect on Lance’s death and Ashkore’s appearance due to the similar time-frame of events. Basically, their stories and disappearance/death to villain appearance time-frame would begin to mirror each other. If she was to remain unknown then she can’t directly fight the guard, so no attack missions for her. However, Lance isn’t against turning a restock mission into a restock-attack mission if he sees the chance - he’ll just make sure she’s basically safe the rest of the way back home before enacting on it, even going as far as retracing his steps back to the guard to cause trouble.

In the original plot-line, it seems that most of the time when Lance, Leiftan and Guardienne are fighting each other it’s due mainly to the fact that Leiftan abandons the plans against the guard because he's in love with Guardienne, Lance wants Leiftan to continue against the guard, and then he realizes he needs Guardienne out of the picture so Leiftan forgets about her and so he can gain some other information he needs/use her as leverage against the guard. Since in this AU, she's happily on their side (so Leiftan isn't abandoning his plans against the guard and Lance has all access to her power/information) I can see a bit less of a rift among their team as their plans harmonize together. Instead of Leiftan and Lance fighting, Lance kidnapping Guardienne, Lance becoming reckless by putting off breaking the crystal, and many other things happening caused by the rift between them, they’d most likely collaborate and work together better, and they’d be more coordinated in attacks and better at getting to the crystal. Of course, it’s possible that Leiftan may have wanted Eldarya to be saved at some point so he could spend his life with Guardienne, but seeing how Leiftan would do nearly anything for her throughout the original plot-line, I wouldn’t be surprised if he continued his efforts against the guard knowing that she’d want him to in this AU. It would also help knowing that the guard hurt her many times in many ways, so he’d be seeking revenge for that as well.

Dragging Guardienne around Eldarya with Lance, however, has risks and consequences that could come down on top of them if not careful. One such issue is the fact that, while Lance is very good at evading the guard, occasionally he’s caught and is sent on a wild-goose chase trying to flee from them. This occasionally can put Guardienne at risk of being found out, as she’s nearly always close to him, but Lance has considered this possibility a long time ago and has already devised a plan during these times to avoid from any heavy repercussions falling back on them. He’s just fine with fleeing with her - he knows how to keep her out of sight and her equipment is lightweight enough so that she has no trouble moving swiftly and flexibly if needed - but he’s realized that it may not be the smartest idea to have her fleeing with him while clearly seeming to be working with him. Instead, Lance realized, it would be a good idea for her to act as though she’s a hostage if she’s about to be revealed. That way, if she’s captured at any point in the future, she can play the innocent victim who knows nothing, and the guard - while persistent in finding out anything she may know, no matter how little the information may be- certainly won’t hurt their precious Guardienne who has already been through so much while in the clutches of the evil Ashkore. If she’s seen as a hostage, she can use excuses like “I’m sorry, it just so hard to talk about so soon... can we continue this later”, “I honestly don’t remember much, I was so busy focusing on a possible way of escaping that I didn’t pay much attention to that detail”, and “He kept me locked away in a certain area, I don’t know if there were any landmarks around that could point to his location” to deter their questioning and buy time before she needs to reveal anything actually important, else she look like she’s protecting him. Acting as a hostage will also assure that she won’t be thrown in the prison and guarded the whole time; so being free to roam around the guard while buying time to keep important information a secret will allow Lance the time to plan a rescue mission - disguised as another easy kidnapping since she won’t be guarded - to return her to their side. This is merely a backup plan if they know she’ll likely be captured at some point, and it will only work if the guard is unaware of a female figure helping him out, but provided that everything goes smoothly it should be a solid plan with little negative effects. However, this can’t happen more than once or twice; the first time will be easily accepted by the guard, the second time she plays the innocent, panicking fool she’ll be walking the line between seeming suspicious or if she’s truly that foolish, and for her sake the second time she will need to reveal some important information. A third time and the guard would know that something is up.

These hostage situations can get quite amusing for Guardienne - despite how fragile the situation is - and, frankly, Lance would snap at her every time she snickers about this, except he finds these situations absolutely hilarious as well. They’ll be running around Eldarya, the guard occasionally cornering them before they flee, and Guardienne will do her best to attack Lance in ways that are weak enough to not actually effect anything, but are strong enough to make it look like she’s truly trying to escape. Is the guard within ear-shot and they know they’ll be found out eventually? Great, Lance has an escape plan to get out of there already, so Guardienne can throw a screeching hissy-fit at him to make it seem like she’s trying to escape. Sometimes this can aid them as well, as they can set up a maze that the guard will certainly come running through to find Guardienne, following the sound of her struggle, only to then be trapped somewhere because Lance has traps set up that Guardienne certainly couldn’t have known about since she’s a hostage. Other times she’ll do her best to attack Lance - but let’s face it, even if he did train her she would still have a hard time bringing him down if their fight was serious - and he’ll quickly disarm her in front of the guard before finding a way to gain distance from them again. This is all just to reconfirm the illusion that she’s a hostage to the guard, and of course they panic every time and believe it, but it’s knowing that they’re running circles around the guard - bringing them here and having her bait them to this location so Lance can attack them, or leading them to discover a certain fact at some point so they think they have a useful piece of information on Lance when in fact Lance is using that to draw them out in confidence so he can crush them - that they find truly amusing. The guard is being played this whole time and they keep falling for it. Even Lance can’t help but laugh at a few moments of running the guard around with Guardienne later, when they’re no longer in danger.

Of course, this all leads up to the grand finale; the final shattering of the crystal. I imagine this happening much sooner than in the original plot-line because Guardienne isn’t a hindering factor anymore, and I can see it happening with much more ease than how it originally played out. Perhaps they’ll lure the important members of the guard to another land - letting them think that they’ve caught Guardienne’s trail over there - and launch their final attack when no one who can stop them is around. They might decide to fuck with the guard one last time, running them around within the guard while Lance infiltrates the crystal room. Perhaps they decide to go out with a bang and capture the important members of the guard, binding them and closing off the crystal room so they can reveal their identities and the guard can watch as the people that were once held dear to them destroy their world while they’re helpless to do anything. It doesn’t matter much how it happens, though, at this point - with an angered dragon and two powerful demons - there’s nothing that the guard can do to stop them. In some ways it will hurt, knowing that this is the end of their beautiful story of revenge, but - no matter what happens after this - they’ll know they succeeded, and that will be the last truth Eldarya will ever know.

I think this may be one of the longer headcanons that I’ve written so far, and I’m very pleased with how it turned out! Also, Tumblr ate this ask while it was a draft once or twice (it was in the 3-draft radius of asks that were at risk of being eaten so it disappeared a few times) so it did take a bit longer to write than I’d hoped, but fortunately no progress had been deleted so I’m just fine with that.

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chayacat · 3 years ago

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Devil’s Sweet Star (37)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

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Time passes so quickly when you have things to do... You have not even seen the days pass, that you have 2 days left before the Roseville festival. Time flies fast... too fast for your liking. And you have the surprising impression that if you close your eyes or blink just for a moment, these 2 days will have passed. The first banners for the festival begin to hang throughout Roseville. Flyers are distributed to all residents to remind them of this tradition that dates back to the creation of the city. So many generations attended, as a family, as a couple, young and old, tourists and inhabitants of neighbouring cities. And you who are, in a way, a foreigner because remember, you have been living here for only a few months, going not only to attend, but also to participate for the first time.

It was a busy morning for you. Mayor Tallis gave you an appointment to see the final preparations as well as to know the appearance and taste of the future cake. To which you replied that the appearance will be a surprise until the festival, but that on the other hand you could make him taste a part. Luckily you still had the pieces of the test cake that you had done with Corey and Amy. And we can say that the result was what you expected. The mayor was delighted to the point of not leaving a single crumb of it. He congratulated you and showed you the layout for the festival. You will therefore find yourself on the right, at the stand closest to the desk where the mayor will make his traditional speech.

“So, you will be here and next to you there will be Mrs. Parson the florist. We have a total of 7/8 stands in all. We usually start with my speech, and then once it's over, the festivities can begin. This will last practically the whole day. Is it right for you? Are you sure you can hold out all day?” He asks with a smile.

“If I can hold my coffee from opening to closing, then I can hold an entire festival! And then I would have my employees with me! you can count on us Mr. Mayor! and thank you again for calling on me.” you respond cheerfully.

“Very well! I will not retain you any longer in this case. I wish you a very good day miss!”

7/8 stands... it's a lot of people! But you can bet that many people will come to see you! This is a good opportunity to make a little extra in addition to coffee sales! And that can only be beneficial. Fortunately, Corey and Amy will be there to support you! Otherwise only you would have a hard time. After a while in the day, you will let them go, so that they can enjoy the festival too. If only you could enjoy it too with Jed. At least it will be to cover the event. And not only him for that matter! other newspapers will be there as well! and it can make a good advertisement for coffee!

You clean your worktop after preparing a batch of Brownies, chocolate lightning, March cakes and Neptune's pie. Amy and Corey began to greet the first customers, with a smile on their faces, ready to work. Quite a few of them greeted you with a smile, others were eager to be at the festival day to see the cake. And then there were those who were talking about the police investigation of Hoggins. Besides, you don't stop thinking about what Jed told you last night... His words looped through your head throughout the night.

It’s said that the world is small, that great minds meet and follow each other, that only the mountains don’t meet. But seriously... what were the chances that Hoggins and Jed would be "linked" by this sad story of which Hoggins is the author? Because it’s because of him everything that happened to this poor Carla... And what were the chances that, 4/5 years later, they would find themselves in the same city? Unless God worships gambling and is lucky, it’s impossible. Is Hoggins only aware that through his own fault, Jed's life has been completely destroyed? Maybe not... Or maybe yes and he doesn't care. Apart from his own person and his reputation, this bastard doesn’t care about anything.

You know what would be funny? To learn one day that it was him who killed your parents... it would be the icing on the cake, the bride's bouquet, the cross on the grave. Fortunately, this is not the case. But soon he will no longer be there. Even if it means spending an entire evening with Ghostface in exchange, Hoggins will soon die. Until now you refused to commit or even think about such a horrible thing, but for him, that's all you wish for him. And Ghostface will do the dirty work for you. Against a night... and a name.

“Excuse me miss... Could I have a cup of tea again? It is so delicious.” ask an old woman.

“Of course, Mrs Nolrich! It's very nice, it's a tea that I had imported directly from England!” You answer with a smile before serving her.

“It's nice to have such a nice person like you here. You know a lot of shops opened before you and they ended up closing. The secret of success is kindness and honesty and you are the only one who knows this secret. I hope you would stay here as long as possible.”

“Haha thank you but you know, if I have to open other cafes one day or move, I'm sure Corey and Amy will be very good bosses! They have a future for both of them.” you replied.

You return to prepare cakes in the back shop when suddenly Hoggins enters in the café. Although Amy informed him that he was not allowed to go behind the counter, Hoggins ignored the ban and entered the back room. That charming smile... you had only one desire, which was to slap him to make him lose. Enjoy the time you have left asshole. You ignored him completely focusing on your work, but his insistent throat scraping forced you to stop to face him.

“Mr Hoggins, I am sorry but normally customers are not allowed to enter the back shop.” you said with a fake smile.

“But I'm not here as a simple client, miss. I really wanted to see again... this magnificent bird of paradise. I learned that your charming café had been attacked, I fell from above! you really have to be silly or crazy to attack a creature as charming as you.” he responds.

“You know I'm in a relationship Mr Hoggins. And I don't intend to leave Jed for you.”

“I could offer you much more than this wretched insect will ever be able to offer you. So let him go! You could explore the world as you wish! you truly believe that a poor journalist like him might be able to do that???”

“Yes. We don't know what the future holds for you, Jed has a brilliant career as a journalist and a future that reaches out to him. He will surely travel the world to bring out the truth. As he did on you. And I want and always would be at his side to support him. As he will always be there for me.”

“Hmph. You don't know anything about him. Do you really believe that he told you EVERYTHING about him? I know much more about him than you do. You should be wary of him my dear. And be careful... An accident happened so quickly. Have a nice day.” replied Hoggins before leaving angry.

A lot of concern came to mind. What if Jed hid things from you? But what could he hide from you? No... he would not dare to lie to you or hide things from you... or if he does it is to protect you? But of what? or from whom? Did he get into trouble? It's possible! Journalists don't just have friends, unfortunately. Above all, they have a lot of enemies. People who are willing to do anything to silence them.

After, jealous as he is, Hoggins could very well lie to you. And surely it is. But better tell Jed about it. To make sure everything is fine. The rest of the day went quietly, despite your worries about Jed. And Amy and Corey understood that. They reassured you as best they could, they were so adorable these two. You were really glad you hired them. They helped you clean the coffee before going home greeting you with a smile on your face. Today was still a busy day and finally closing your café is a real relief. Jed was waiting for you as usual in the parking lot, his usual angel smile on his lips. You hug him and kiss him before getting into his van.

“I hope your day went well. Otherwise, I know a good way to rest: a good movie after a good meal.” said Jed, looking at you noticing that you’re worried. “What’s wrong? You can tell me you know...”

“Jed, I... you... you'll never lie to me huh? you... you'll always tell me things, won't you?” you ask worried.

Jed parked in front of the building before looking at you surprised by your words. He had that look that cats have when they see something new in the house.

“What? Honey... you know that I could never lie to you... I told you everything, absolutely everything. Why this kind of question?”

“I... I don't know. I tell myself that... as a journalist you surely have enemies and... that you must have often been threatened... and that you may still be so then...”

“Tell me the truth. Who said that? Hoggins? Did he come to the café? What did he tell you? He threatened you?!”

You tell Jed the whole conversation. Absolutely everything. He listened quietly, his gaze moving from surprise to anger. Instantly you thought he was angry against you, but when you hear him call Hoggins a bastard, you sigh with relief.

“How dare he...how dare he have the nerve to come to see you, to talk about me, and in addition to threatening you??? I swear to you that I'm going to kill him... he took Carla away from me, I won't let him take you! I... Damn it!” he said before looking at you. “Sorry...Listen. don't listen to him, okay? This guy is just a rotten one. He is jealous. But don't worry... he loses nothing to wait. The prison will seem like hell to him. He doesn't know what's going to happen to him.”

If he is still alive when the police will come to arrest him. Soon... Soon deliverance. It’s only a matter of time, of days, even. Let's hope that after that, it's over. No more trouble, no more problems, no more dirty guys trying to harm you. And let’s hope that Jed will never be aware of your deal with Ghostface. And for the rest. You go back to your apartment, take clean clothes and head to the bathroom to shower. Jed was preparing food and even from the bathroom you could smell a delicious smell of salmon and white butter sauce emanating from the kitchen. Once changed, you head to the kitchen, the table being set Jed finishing preparing the meal. You stick against his back, taking a little laugh from him. Looking at the pan containing the sauce, your curiosity and your desire to taste took over, slightly dipping your finger in the sauce to bring it to your mouth.

“Watch out...it’s hot.” Said Jed smiling

“Maybe but in the meantime it's good. And quite caloric. Not really surprising coming from a white butter sauce... You know I was thinking that... rather than watching a movie... we could... do something else more... amusing.” you respond by passing a hand over his ass.

“I thought you'd be hungry but...not in that sense.”

“Let's say both.” you replied with an seducing smile.

He turned around and kissed you lovingly. And little by little he lowered his hands. You let go of a little moan between your kisses which made him laugh slightly. He lifted you up and carried you to the room where he dropped you off on the bed. The meal will wait. For the moment we will relax ... in a completely different way than in front of a movie. one way more... fun and wilder. Even though Ghostface was more... enterprising as Jed, you must admit it to yourself. But Jed is not a murderer at least.

What will happen once you know who Ghostface is? Denouncing him is not the right solution, it will kill you before you even do anything. but keeping quiet isn't really better either. It's an endless tunnel for you at the moment, or two doors come yours. But which one will you open? And where will it take you? Who will support you? Only God knows.

But one thing is certain.

You are not ready for what will happen to you.

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(Well, it wasn't pie! especially that on the other side I'm seeing for the RE8 fanfic! Found a name is already complicated, but when you have several ideas and you only have to keep one... it's a real nightmare! As I told you there will first be a prologue a kind of chapter 0 compared to DSS! I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all! See ya!)

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floatingpetals · 5 years ago

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Call of the Mountains || Ch. 7

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (Werewolf AU!)

Warnings: A sprinkle of spice towards the end, other than that nothin’

Word Count: 2700+

Summary: (Werewolf-AU!Stucky x f!reader) Life had begun to overwhelm her. Work was insane and her life was a mess. There was a tug in her soul that called her to take this trip, deep into the forest away, where there was the peace and stillness of nature. She didn’t know why, but she knew she needed to listen. It was meant to be a relaxing trip, but one misstep on some moss sent her tumbling into the rapids of the flooded river. She thought she was gone and the earth decided it was time to reclaim her. She didn’t expect was to be pulled from the river nor the creature that saved her. Her entire world is turned upside down and all it took was an accidental step to the left. (18+ Only Story)

A/N: Are you ready?! Are you ready?! Are you ready?! (Imagine this in an announcers voice) Cause things are starting to pick uppp!!! Gah I’m so excited about this chapter. FINALLY. Things are happening and I am HERE FOR IT. I hope you all enjoy and as always please reblog and let me know what you think! Even it’s you smashing your face on the keyboard I will adore it!( I swear even though I forget to reply I read all your comments and I love you all so much!!) Ennjjoyy!!!

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A deafening boom sent Y/N’s eyes flying open wide, her heart in her throat. She shot up in the bed, gasping in a panic. What the hell was that? She stared around the dark room in wait. A flash came from the window, lighting the room for a split second. Another rumble grew, softer this time and swelled into a louder crash that vibrated the room. Y/N’s stomach dropped. The storm had come.

She shoved the blankets off the bed and ran to the window, throwing open the curtains. A groan bubbled up in her throat. It was dark but she could hear the rain beating against the window, the wind roaring through the trees. No, it can’t! Yes, the clouds hovered above when she fell asleep that night, but she hoped it wouldn’t rain. It couldn’t. Yet here it was. Every bit as treacherous as it looked hanging above.

There was another clap of thunder that caused her to jump with a start. And then she heard the groan of the power shutting off, the light from the alarm clock on the bedside table going black. Shrouded in darkness, Y/N felt her stomach drop. There was an annoyed curse from the hall and a thump before quickly retreating footsteps.

Stumbling over to the door, she grasped around for the handle. Peaking around the corner, she could barely make out anything in the darkness. The occasional lightning strike lit up the hall, showing she was alone. She took in a deep breath and stepped carefully into the hall, running her fingers along the wall. She followed the hall, only stubbing her toes twice and cursing wood baseboards before she came to the living room.

The shades had been pulled up on the windows and showed the room when the lightning struck through the sky. She vaguely made out two large shapes in the kitchen by the back door huddled together. Even over the rain pelting on the rooftops above, she could hear their soft murmurs as the spoke to each other.

“Shit, this is worse than I thought it would be.” Steve, she realized, muttered irritated.

“I’m just annoyed the generator went out.” Bucky exhaled.

“Tony said it was all good the last he checked. The backup generator should have flipped on when the main stopped working. I don’t understand. One of us needs to go check it out.”

Y/N felt around the living room, making sure she didn’t trip over the furniture and made her way quietly across the room. Her eyes had begun to adjust, and she could finally make out Bucky and Steve standing side by side glaring out the windows

“I’m not going out in this!” Bucky bit back sharply.

“What happened?” Y/N called out behind them. The two men nearly leaped out of their skin. Bucky yelped and spun around, while Steve slammed against the windowpane in fright. The twang from the glass pulled a snort from her lips, and Steve shot her an irritated glare. Struggling to stop her giggle at their expense, Y/N bit her lip and apologized. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Jesus, doll.” Bucky clutched his chest and sucked in air. “When the hell did you get there?”

Y/N shrugged. “Not long. Something about a generator?”

Steve, still pressed against the window, grunted.

“Generator went out and now the backup isn’t working. We were deciding who gets to go check it out.”

“In this?” Y/N asked in disbelief. “Absolutely not! We can go without power until this passes.”

There was a growl, intense and furious. Y/N jumped at the sound, the rumble from the growl vibrating in her chest. What in the world? She thought dumbfounded. It sounded like a growl from a dog, an incredibly angry canine. Did they have a dog and she didn’t see it? What made it so angry?

“You’re telling us what to do now?” Steve snarled.

“Steve.” Bucky snapped and stepped between them. “She’s right. We can barely see two feet in front of us as it. The winds are fast enough it could bring down a tree and we’d never know until it’s on top of us. We don’t need to go out until it blows over.”

The rumble came back, not the thunder above, but the rumble from the enraged snarl. Y/N’s breath caught, and her body began to shake in fear. She glanced around the room, trying to find the source of the sound. She didn’t know where it was or what it was, but she knew danger when she heard it. It was so close she could feel the power in the vibrations shaking her bones.

“Steve,” Bucky urged, dropping his voice low. He placed a hand on Steve’s arm. “Stop. You’re scaring her.”

Steve huffed and pushed him aside, stomping around Y/N towards the stairs. She watched his shadowy figure move without hesitation up the stairs out of her sight, taking the dark cloud he wore over him with.

“Sorry about him.” Bucky sighed. “He’s a little… edgy. This was a freak storm.”

Y/N trembled slightly, still shook up over the mysterious noise. Bucky must have seen her tremor, he reached out and gently rubbed her arms. What was Steve’s deal with me? She thought miserably. He’s hated her on-site, and she had no idea why.

“He hates me…” Y/N mumbled. She heard Bucky inhale sharply. He tugged her into a hug and held her tight.

“No, he doesn’t,” He reassured. “Steve’s always been a little careful with new people. He just has to sit and get to know you.”

Y/N really doubted it. She pretty much got the message loud and clear. Steve didn’t like her and most likely wouldn’t be changing his opinion anytime soon. Knowing there was nothing else he could say on the matter, Bucky decided it was best to leave the living room and move from the spot of discomfort. Gently nudging her back to the hall, Bucky held her securely against his side.

“Let’s go back to bed. Like you said, we can’t do anything about the generator till the storm passes. Might as well get some more sleep.” He said softly.

Y/N nodded and leaned against his side. His heat soaked into her body, chasing away the strange chill she felt from earlier. Her breath caught when his impossibly warm hand settled on her hip and pulled her closer. His thin t-shirt did little to hide the pure slab of muscles he was made of and she could feel everything pressed against his side. The smell of a citrus body wash and a smell she could only pinpoint as him hit her nose and warmed her insides.

Her cheeks started burning when her mind began to wander. Nope, nope, nope she thought quickly. She can’t think about that right now. Bucky was just being nice; she didn’t need to go and salivate all over him just cause he was making sure she got to her room safe. Right, focus on that, she thought. He seemed able to cross the large room and miss all the furniture. She chalked it up to him living here long enough to know the layout like the back of his hand.

“Fortunately, we have a new generator that we can hook up if the other two don’t work.”

Y/N snorted. “You have a back up for your back up?”

“Well!” Bucky chuckled. “We wanted to prepare ourselves, and clearly, this is proof enough we aren’t totally crazy on getting the third one.”

“Yeah okay.” Y/N laughed and nodded. “Fair point.”

He stopped at her open door and gave her hip a gentle squeeze. She titled her head towards his face and could see the soft grin on his face as he stared back. The storm still raged on outside, but inside there was a stillness in the air that made Y/N’s stomach flip. It occurred on her that she didn’t feel out uncomfortable in his arms. In fact, she felt almost at home against him. There was a pull to him she couldn’t ignore, welcoming and warm. She hadn’t realized they both were leaning in until she felt his hot breath against her lips.

A flash of lightning light up the hall, briefly giving her a glance of Bucky’s face. Dark grey eyes bore into hers, the lust unmistakable in his stare. It tempted her to close the distance and finally give in to the call. A second later the crash of thunder overhead made Y/N jump, effectively cutting off whatever spell she was under.

Reluctantly, Bucky let her slip from his grip. He fingers drug over her hip, skimming across her skin from her shirt that had ridden up under his arm. It sent a jolt down Y/N’s back. She had to step back, to get away from this. She was stunned how her body reacted and how willing she was to lean in and press her lips against his. From the look in his eyes, Bucky wouldn’t have protested.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Bucky said softly and pulled back. Y/N whispered a soft goodbye, barely audible over the rain on the roof above. She didn’t move until Bucky’s door clicked softly behind him. Jerking out of her stupor, Y/N flung herself into the room and shut the door behind her. She was trying to forget how her legs began to tremble and her insides turned to molten lava at the heated expression he sent her way before shutting his door.

Nope, she thought and threw herself on the bed. There is no chance in hell this could ever happen.

Right?

Bucky shut the door, his grip on the metal handle so tight his knuckles went white. He almost lost control. He never lost control. His wolf, the animal inside him he’s spent years having solid control over was howling at him to go back and take what was his. Mine. Mine. My mate.

His breath caught in his throat. No that couldn’t be right. She wasn’t his mate. There was no way. For one, she was human. And two, she was human! His wolf had to have it wrong. She wasn’t his and never would be.

Nevertheless, even Bucky couldn’t deny that something changed. Maybe it was because she was human that he didn’t notice it before. The pull he felt, the little tug in his heart that drew him to her. It’s why he stopped at the waterfall.

There was something about her smell that intrigued him, and then something about her that caught his attention. If he hadn’t caught her scent in the wind, would she have ever slipped? Maybe she was meant to, and perhaps if he ignored her call, there was no doubt she would be at the bottom of the river. Instead, he listened to the little voice. It led him to save her, spend all day with her, holding her and watching over her as he fretted about her injuries. He felt the tug but that could have been his compassion attracting him. Why is it now that his wolf had it’s full attention on her?

Bucky sank down on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the wall of glass windows in front of him. He didn’t see the rain pelting the glass or hear the wind howling through the trees. His mind only lingered on her.

Perhaps it was her being so close, sharing the same space as her. She didn’t smell like it yet; she had only been in the guest room for a short time. But it was enough time for her smell to start to twist and merge with his. Even now, he could smell her if he focused. It was soothing and cozy. Like home.

Earlier, she somehow managed to sneak up on them in the kitchen. They didn’t hear her come up, she had to have stumbled through the room in the dark and no doubt should have run into a few things. Even the rain couldn’t mask her stumbling. Only one person could ever fly under their radar, a shifter’s animal would only ever be at ease with the presence of someone that it didn’t see as a threat. He didn’t hear here because his wolf knew already. It hit him like a ton of bricks. Now the reaction he had when he saw her at the waterfall made sense.

Holy shit. She’s my mate.

Falling back against the mattress, Bucky felt all the air rush from his lungs. He found his mate. Somehow, luck decided to go out and find her for him.

He went over the emotions he felt standing at the door with her, holding her against his side. It felt so right like everything had finally fallen into place. He could smell her so strongly, could see each and every breath he took. His eyes were better than hers after all. He could see the dark as well as he could in the day. So he saw it all. The way her breath hitched when he tightened his grip on her waist. How her eyes darkened, and pupils grew when she leaned in. Her smell was growing thickly sweet, like honey waiting to be devoured. He was so close to tasting her, his wolf was howling for a kiss. But the spell broke at the clap of thunder and he needed to run. He had to. She was injured and in a strange location. He couldn’t take advantage of her. He wouldn’t.

Even with his wolf snarling in his mind, Bucky knew he couldn’t act on this. Not when it meant he thought of Steve. Steve showed no signs of her being his mate. And that’s what worried Bucky the most.

They were a set pair. Odd as it was, two alpha’s a pair. In nature, it would never happen or ever work out. However, it worked with them. They grew up together and did everything together, despite being from different packs.

Steve and Bucky’s fathers were both close, they had gone to the same college and met through their classes. Their mothers would always roll their eyes when remembering the two older alphas in school. Steve’s mom had mentioned once it was like seeing twins separated at birth with how similar they were alike personality-wise. It was what made things work between them. The two decided to move to the mountains with their packs but have their own respective territories.

It wasn’t uncommon for them to meet up with pack members from the other. It helped give them more protection, to trade off watching over the younger members. That’s what Steve and Bucky did. Steve was smaller, hadn’t quite gotten into his skin just yet, which meant Bucky made it his business to watch over his friend until he could hold his own in a fight. To them, it just made sense. Of course, like in any pack, there were always those few who didn’t like the notion of another pack being so close to their territories, but over time and after many disputes, they grew to appreciate and recognize the good it brought.

When it came time for Steve and Bucky both to step up and take over for their fathers it only made sense to combine the packs. Steve and Bucky were a pair, one wasn’t far from the other. The packs had time to brace themselves for the strange but obvious decision. It wasn’t until they became one pack that Steve and Bucky recognized what this meant. It hadn’t dawned on either of them until they both stood side by side as Alphas.

While they might not be physically attracted to each other, they realized there was a bond between them. Bucky was attuned to Steve’s emotions and vice versa. If he thought about, he always had been able to feel Steve’s emotions, even as kids. For instance, Bucky could feel the rage and frustration Steve had constantly boiling under the surface. Bucky had been worried about him for a while now.

Going further back, he could still remember with Steve before they-. No. Bucky shook his head cutting that memory off in its track. He wasn’t going to remember that. It was a mistake. A mistake that made Steve how he was now. A mistake that he wished they could take back.

Groaning, Bucky rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. Anything to stop Y/N’s smell from invading his senses. He’d have to keep fighting this pull, to ignore the call, he needed to. He couldn’t regret something if he never acted on it.

Right?

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//Absolutely Smitten//

Pairings: Tim Murphy x fem!Reader Warnings: pining, bad writing, a lot of time jumps. Abbreviations: Y/N – your name Song this fic is based on : Absolutely Smitten by Dodie Clark

Thank you to @drtimmurphy for making me love this character so much. She’s amazing, go check her out if you haven’t already!

Just a heads up, this is based on how @drtimmurphy has portrayed how Tim would be Enjoy! ________________________________________________________________

You sigh, putting the last of the boxes down in your brand new apartment, taking in the mess in front of you.

After a long day of travelling, trying to guide the movers to your new place and putting the boxes and furniture in their respective rooms, you were tired. Utterly burned out, and all you wanted to do was eat, take a warm shower and sleep peacefully.

You did the first thing on your list quite effortlessly, ordering take out and quickly gobbling it up. But the last two things ? Yeah, let’s just say you weren’t that lucky.

You stepped into the shower, ready for a hot shower. You tried to turn the knobs, but they were jammed and won’t move. You used your entire body weight trying to make the knob budge, and when it finally did, the shower head came tumbling down, as did some really cold water. You yelped and quickly got out of the way, now desperately trying to stop the ferocious stream of water pooling below. It did, soon enough, but you were left with a mess you had to clean. You tried to fix the shower head by screwing it back on, but the excessive amount of dirt made that impossible, too. You sighed, thinking maybe you just needed some rest and then you could fix your problems in the morning. But sleep didn’t come that easy. Your air mattress left you sore and sleepless till late at night.

At least tomorrow could be better. ________________________________________________________________

Your day started with the birds singing loudly and the sun shining brightly into your face. You squinted, trying to check the time on your phone.

9 a.m, Sunday.

You quickly got up and stretched, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable sleep. Preparing for the long day of unpacking ahead, you decided to buy some coffee and breakfast. You quickly got dressed and put on some perfume, trying to mask the fact that you couldn’t take a shower.

You made sure you had your wallet and phone with you, and stepped out of your house, locking the door. Looking in front of you, you saw a man doing the same. Probably your neighbor.

He turned around, and you both made eye contact. You smiled, offering your hand f0r an introduction. “Hi, I’m Y/N! I just moved in here yesterday.” You said.

He smiled back at you, making your stomach fill up with butterflies. He took your hand, shaking it. “I’m Tim Murphy, your new neighbor.” He said. His hand felt rough but warm, and couldn’t help but feel disappointed when he pulled away.

You repeated his name, nodding. It suited him. “If you need any help around here, I’m always open to help. Please don’t hesitate if you want anything” he said, his smile never leaving his face.

You thought about his offer. “actually, do you know any plumbers? My, uh.. my shower broke last night and I couldn’t fix it..” you said nervously.

“Oh yeah sure, there’s actually a list of helpers that work around the complex. I can guide it to you if you want.” He said “Oh no, it’s okay, I don’t want to bother you. I’m sure you have other things to do,” you said. “Don’t worry, you’re not bothering me, I’m always happy to help. I-I can show you around if you don’t mind. Only if you don’t have to work or anything,”

“I actually don’t have anything much to do. I’d rather make myself familiar with the neighborhood than immediately start unpacking.”

He smiled as he led you down the stairs. ________________________________________________________________

“Is this alright?” Tim asked, arranging your closet.

Right after taking a trip around the neighborhood, Tim had selflessly asked if you needed any help unpacking. After a lot of reluctance, you finally said yes, and that’s what you were doing for the last 5 hours, only stopping to eat lunch.

You looked at where he was. “yep, that’s perfect.” You said. Tim looked rather proud of himself.

The only thing left to do now was the kitchen, but you weren’t worried about that too much. Everything had been finished, thanks to Tim’s help.

You both collapsed on the couch, exhausted.

“Do you want to order some pizza? I’ll pay for it as a thank you,” you asked him.

He looked over at the clock as his widened.

“Oh, no. I had to go to the vet today.” He said, quickly scrambling to get up from the couch.

You had gone over to his house, after him claiming that it would give you an idea of the layout of your apartment. You met his cats there, three beautiful cats that warmed up to you quite quickly, purring at your feet.

“What time were you supposed to go?” you asked.

“I was supposed to go at six-thirty” he replied, sliding his shoes on.

“oh, no. I’m sorry I kept you here, I-”

“No, no, It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” He smiled, making your heart race. stop it, you told yourself.

“Okay, then. I’ll see you around?” you asked him, hoping you would see him again. You wanted to be around him.

“Yeah, absolutely. Well, I gotta go now. Bye.” He said waving to you as he stepped out the house.

“Bye,” you said, hardly being able to keep the smile off of your face.

You closed the door, taking in everything that had just happened. You couldn’t fight the feelings that were now rapidly growing. Besides, what was it in him that you couldn’t like? He had an amazing personality, though a little awkward. It wasn’t your fault, honestly.

It made you want to dance around the room, he made you want to. You tried not to act on these feelings all day, you didn’t want to ruin a budding friendship. Besides, there’s no way he’d like you back. Heck, he might even have a girlfriend. But even if he didn’t, you didn’t want to risk it.

All you knew was that you were definitely never letting him go. ________________________________________________________________

The next time you saw him was when you invited him over for dinner on Friday.

“It’ll be like a compensation,” you tried to convince him when he denied your offer. “as a thank you, for all your help. Please?”

He, of course, couldn’t say no.

So he came by that evening. You made some lasagna as you two talked about your lives.

You tried not to stare. You tried so hard. But, your eyes would always be drawn to his hazel ones. His eyes that seemed to take in everything you were saying, and embarrassingly met yours at the same time, making your face heat up. His auburn hair that seemed a tad bit lighter under the lighting, and his hands, that were gesturing wildly whenever he was talking.

It made you want to yell. It made you want to tell everybody that this person made you so happy, that you were completely enamoured by him.

He talked about his life and his career so passionately, it made you want to melt on the spot. He was spewing random knowledge and facts, about anything, really, and it made your heart skip a beat.

The gap in his teeth would show whenever he genuinely laughed or smiled so widely that the sun would be jealous.

“Earth to Y/N?” Tim said, finally snapping you off of your reverie.

“Oh, sorry, kinda zoned out there.” You said.

His shoulders sank a bit, making you regret everything you said immediately. “Oh, no, it’s not you! I just have a habit to zone out. I was listening, I swear. You were talking about your niece, right? Oh, god I’m so sorry, Tim, I really-”

“It’s okay, honestly. There’s nothing to be sorry about, don’t worry.” He smiled, melting all of your worries away.

“Go on, continue.” you urged him.

The night ended with him taking a leave, claiming that he had to get up early the next day. He offered you dinner on Sunday , but you had to decline, since you had a lot of work piling up that needed to get done.

You both had giant smiles on your faces, as Tim stepped out of your house.

“We’ll see each other around then?” you asked. “A-absolutely.” He nodded, smiling. He sounded nervous, but that could just be your imagination.

Closing the door, you closed your eyes and rested you head against the door.

Your heart was beating so fast that you could hardly breathe, but in a good way. You smiled to yourself. You knew that he probably wouldn’t feel the same way, but for now, you were happy.

You knew your friendship would escalate from here. You knew that the growing feeling in your heart would probably ruin it, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to rush things. You didn’t want to make things messy.

So you’d wait. You’d wait until something happened, and it would be okay if nothing ever did. You’d trust the fates. But one thing was for sure.

You’re never letting him go. ________________________________________________________________

You started to see each other more and more, in the hallways, sometimes making plans about catching a movie or watching a new show. You’d follow up to those offers, and your feelings didn’t reduce. If anything, they only grew.

But you couldn’t hold any high hopes. You tried not to give any hints or clues, and for the most part, you seemed to be succeeding.

There were days when you thought that maybe, just maybe, he thought of you the same way.

Sometimes, he would smile at the sight of you petting his cats while watching a movie. Sometimes, he would look at you in a way that made you want to burst, but again, that could be your imagination.

Your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, alerting you about a message.

Hey Are you free?

Dino boy, 5:00 pm

Yep, what’s up?

You, 5:01 pm

A few minutes later, there were three knocks on the front door.

“Come in!” you called out, busying yourself in the kitchen, making tea for the two of you.

“Hey” he said. You could hear the nervousness in his voice.

You turned around, brows furrowed. “what’s wrong? Are you okay?” you asked

He seemed surprised. “Um, yeah I’m fine. I just, um, I wanted to ask you something”

Oh no. He knows.

You tried not to show your own nervousness as you asked, “Go ahead.”

“Well, actually, the museum is having a charity event next Saturday, an-and well, I wanted to ask you if you would want to come? I mean, there’s free drinks, and yo-you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I understand if you’re busy.” He says.

You took a second to process the information he just gave you, hundreds of questions filling in your head.

Does he want to go with you as a date? A plus one? A friend? More than that?

“Yeah, sure” you said, pushing all the thoughts away.

“Wait, really?” his eyes light up, and it made all of your doubts go away. You wondered how you could see that smile for free.

“Yes.” You said, mainly trying convince yourself that this might be a good idea.

He smiled, “Well, that’s great, then! Uh, just wear something nice. N-not that you won’t look good in normal clothes- I’m sorry,”

You smiled, shaking your head, telling him it was okay. “Tea?”

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You spent the whole week looking for the perfect dress that would not only fit you, but also be appropriate for this event. Finally, you had found the perfect one. It was a dark blue dress with a subtle deep V-neck neckline. The bodice looked like it was tucked into the belt right above your hips. The skirt ended at your knees, with a few sequins near the end of it that looked like stars in the night sky. You were sure Tim would like it.

The day of the event had come, and you spent the afternoon getting ready. You were almost done when you heard the notification bell on your phone.

Hey, are you ready?

Dino boy, 5:32 pm.

Almost Do you need any help?

You, 5:32 pm.

Yes please

Dino boy, 5:33 pm.

Sure :)

You, 5:33 pm.

You put the finishing touches on your makeup, taking a look at yourself in the mirror before leaving. You smiled. You were dressed to impress and you were pretty sure Tim would be impressed as well.

You quickly crossed the hall and knocked on Tim’s door thrice.

He opened the door, looking rather frazzled. His hair was messy, it looked as though he combed his hand through his hair one too many times. He was wearing his glasses, something you didn’t even know he had. He was wearing a thin white shirt, the first two buttons of the shirt undone. It made your face flush.

“W-wow. You look…great.” Tim whispered. You face felt like it was on fire.

“I think I could say the same to you after we’ve sorted everything out,” you smiled, trying to calm down your nerves.

He laughed softly, and it was like music to your ears. _______________________________________________________________

You reached the venue a little late, but no one seemed to notice. Everybody was engaged in their own conversation, and it was quiet easy to take a drink and blend in.

You and Tim chatted for a bit, before one of Tim’s colleague (and friend, as Tim said) came to introduce himself.

“Hi, I’m Jerry, and you must be,” he looked at Tim with an evil glint in his eye, “Tim’s girlfriend? He talks a lot about you.”

You fell silent for a moment, while Tim choked on his drink. You thought you couldn’t get more flustered, but somehow, you did. You looked at Tim, who looked as red as a tomato, but you didn’t know if it was from all the coughing or from the situation. He stuttered something, but it was barely audible.

“uh, I’m not his-” you started, but Jerry laughed hysterically. A rush of relief flooded through you. In another world, you’d probably laugh at it too, but you couldn’t. You were frozen.

Jerry talked some more, but you weren’t really paying attention. You could tell Tim wasn’t either. Eventually, Jerry left, claiming he need to go to the bathroom.

Tim looked at you guiltily, “I-I’m so sorry, Y/N, that was completely unlike him, I-I swear I’ll make it up to you.” he looked at anywhere but you, his hands getting fidgety at his sides.

“No, no, Tim, it’s okay. I’m sure it was just a joke. You don’t have to make it up to me.” you replied.

“I’m still really sorry, Y/N”

You smiled at him reassuringly. “It’s okay, Tim. Really.”

The rest of the evening went by without many hiccups. Of course people confused you two as a couple, but you would just share a nervous glance with Tim and tell them you weren’t.

After a while though, you grew tired of the confusion people would have, so you didn’t correct them. You couldn’t lie and tell yourself you didn’t want to be confused as his girlfriend.

Tim noticed that you’d stopped correcting people.

“You want to get out of here?” Tim asked, a slight smirk on his face.

“Yes please” you said, your own mouth twitching upwards.

Tim had been busy talking to some people, having conversations you couldn’t quiet understand. Plus, it was not a good night to wear heels.

You tried to pay attention, but you couldn’t. Tim noticed it, of course, and being the gentleman he is, offered to get some food from a drive through.

“The food here isn’t that good, anyway.” He reasoned.

After Tim came up with some lame excuses to his friends, you two quickly made an escape to his car. Soon, you were on the road.

His smile was contagious. You found yourself smiling back at him and bobbing your head to the music. You felt the cold night air rush past you from the window, and you shivered. You felt happy with him. You always felt happy with him.

You looked at him, his finger tapping the steering wheel at the beat. He was mouthing the words from the song, and his hair ruffled from the wind. You shivered again, but this time not because of the wind.

You had it bad.

But you also didn’t know how to go about it. No one had ever made you feel like this. You had asked your friend, but she only replied with “just ask him out”, and teasing you about it.

And it wasn’t only about his looks. He was dorky, stupidly sweet, and would actually listen when you’d talk. He went out of his way to make sure you were comfortable. There was never a moment where you felt bored around him. He had you wrapped around his finger without even knowing about it.

You wondered if he thought about you the same way.

Before you knew it, you had finished your food in the car, and were almost about to reach home. You were laughing at something he had said and you didn’t realize how much time you had spent until you checked your phone. It didn’t feel like it had been 3 hours, but somehow it had.

“So, I, uh, I guess this is it?” Tim said. You were walking down the hall with your heels in you hands, trying to fish your keys out from your purse with only one hand.

“I mean, we will see each other around right?” you asked.

“Y-Yeah, of course!” his voice sounded squeaky, but you didn’t question it.

Finally finding you keys, you looked at him carefully. He looked tired, sure, but he had a small smile on his face.

You wanted to be there for a few more moments, just studying his features. He looked at you with a soft look, and you swear you melted into a puddle.

You smiled gently, and dropped your shoes to the ground. Cupping his cheek, you inched just a bit closer to him.

You didn’t want to leave it up to the fates anymore. It was taking too long. You couldn’t keep waiting and wonder. You had to do something.

You hoped you weren’t overstepping, but if you were, he didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t push away, he didn’t have a disgusted look on his face.

His breath hitched. You felt his hand on your hip, pulling you just a little bit closer. With your noses brushing and foreheads touching, you decided to close the space between you.

The kiss was just like him. Sweet and gentle, yet passionate. You pulled away, breathing heavily. You didn’t open your eyes, but you knew he was smiling, and you were too.

You foreheads were still touching, and one of his hands was on you cheek. You opened your eyes.

“I-I really like you,” he whispered. The soft look he was giving you earlier was nothing like this. All the moments you shared earlier, all the times you were left questioning if he like you too, were nothing like this.

You smiled, “I really like you too.”

“I guess this means I have to ask you about a date?” he asked hopefully.

“I’ll go wherever you take me.”

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Well that wasn’t as good as I was hoping for it to be

I’m sorry

Requests are open, so feel free to ask!

~ Izzy

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #tim murphy #tim murphy x reader

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littlesliceofmarvel · 5 years ago

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Um, I Don’t Think So

Request/Synopsis: Reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and secretly dating Peter. One day, they accidentally let it slip that they’re together.

Warnings: Swearing

Pairings: Stark!Reader x Peter Parker

A/N: I love this, that’s all I gotta say. In this, Pepper is the reader’s mother! Also, Peter’s such a lovable dork, he deserves the world. Anywho, as always, gif isn’t mine and my inbox is always open! xx Enjoy!

You found yourself launched into a complicated situation once again. Your boyfriend, Peter, had now officially-unofficially joined the Avengers and was being mentored by your dad in jus about every possible way. You loved their closeness, really, you did. You know your dad was extremely important to Peter in so many ways, having lost his father figure a while ago. So, your dad took him under his wing, making him a new suit and helping him buckle in for life as a superhero.

Of course, there was one thing that tainted this perfect image. Your dad didn’t exactly know about your relationship. No one did, really. It was a huge secret that would definitely end in a long talk with your father about boys and your mom would probably pester you into telling her everything. You loved your parents dearly, but you weren’t sure you were ready to introduce Peter as your boyfriend to your family and the team just yet.

“You seem lost in thought,” Natasha grinned, her face mask cracking as she did so, “Definitely about a boy.”

“Oooh, do tell,” Wanda sat upright, dropping the magazine she was reading.

You scoffed, turning away, thankful that the charcoal face mask you had on covered your blushing, “I’m not thinking about a boy.” You loved your girls nights with Wanda and Natasha dearly, but damn, these girls were observant.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, you know you can’t lie to us,” Wanda said with a knowing look, raising her eyebrow. One thing you hated about her observance was that she had a habit of looking inside your head to see what was up. You had told her off countless times, but you’re almost certain she still did it from time to time. One of the reasons she was impossible to lie to. You were surprised she didn’t let slip you and Peter were dating, you were almost certain she knew.

“I’m not!” You defended, “Why would I even be thinking about a guy anyways, I’m too busy watching Judge Judy.” You played it off, shrugging your shoulders and turning back to the TV as Nat chuckled.

“I’m practically the definition of liar, honey,” she remarked, “I know when I see one.”

You rolled your eyes, turning back to face her, “C’mon, don’t you think that if there was a guy you two would be the first people to know?” Nat and Wanda exchanged a glance, shrugging slightly, “Besides, you know my dad doesn’t let me go 20 feet near a guy who isn’t an Avenger anyways.”

“It’s Steve!” Wanda pointed a finger at you, and you choked back a laugh.

“Steve?! What? He’s like, a hundred years old,” you laughed at her accusation, and Nat rolled her eyes, realizing that that was absurd.

Wanda realized it too and shrugged, leaning back down on the bed and picking up the magazine she was reading previously, scanning through the pages once again. Nat got up and walked to the bathroom, taking the towel out of her hair, so you turned your attention back to the television, watching Judge Judy roast some stupid people arguing about a car. You felt a buzz in your back pocket and pulled your phone out, fighting a blush when you read the message.

Spider Boy - Hey, babe, your dad invited me for dinner at the compound tonight so I’ll see you then, love you. xo

You grinned to yourself, already excited to see him, and quickly sent a reply.

Can’t wait, love you. x

You rushed to the bathroom and took off your face mask, feeling incredibly satisfied when you could move your face easily once again.

“Sorry, guys, dad texted me, gotta go see him, bye!” You rushed out the door, waving to the two girls who looked puzzled but didn’t get a chance to say anything before you were rushing down the hall to your room. The drive for Peter was about an hour and a half, and you wanted to get ready right away.

“Hey, kiddo,” You nearly ran straight into your dad while turning the corner as he stood in front of your door, “Dinner tonight, everyone’s coming, just letting you know. We need a good... bonding experience after what’s happened recently.”

You nodded quickly, excitement running through your veins, “Of course, I understand totally!” You turned the doorknob to open it, stepping inside your gorgeous room. The large queen sized bed sat next to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water, the Manhattan skyline in the distance. You rushed to your closet, throwing off your baggy sweatshirt (that was actually Peter’s but no one had to know) and shorts, scanning through your closet to find something to wear.

You pulled out a pair of jeans and a lace tank top, not wanting to seem too over the top or else people would get suspicious. As soon as you got dressed and started analyzing yourself in the mirror, your phone buzzed from the bed. You rushed over as saw you had a new text.

Natasha - You took off quickly, girlie, you know we weren’t done with questions!

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly before answering the nosy redhead.

Dad needed me! Dinner with the whole squad tonight, gotta prepare. No more questions!

You threw your phone back down on the bed, rushing to the bathroom to put on some makeup. Once you were done, you took your hair down from the bun it was in and grabbed your phone, rushing out to the living room. It had only taken you half an hour to get ready, so you still had to wait at least another half. You walked over to the couch and noticed Bucky and Sam arguing over what to watch as your mom, dad, and Bruce were cooking up a storm in the kitchen.

“Sam, I swear to god, I am going to knock your teeth out,” Bucky let out a frustrated groan as Sam changed the channel once again.

“I am sick of watching freakin’ National Geographic documentaries, man!” Sam reached for the remote as Bucky changed it once again. You let out a small laugh, thoroughly entertained by these two. They acted like brothers, and to you, they felt like brothers. You were forever blessed to have these people surrounding you.

“Y/N, come on, would you rather watch a show about bugs or ESPN?” Sam looked over to you, causing you to raise your hands in surrender.

“Not my argument, boys,” you shook your head, causing Sam to groan and Bucky to defend himself.

“It wasn’t a show about bugs, you dipshit!”

You were about to reply that you’d rather watch bugs than sports, but your dad announcing Peter’s arrival made all of your attention turn to the front door, where Peter stood with flowers in his hand. He was wearing a button up shirt and dress pants, a little bowtie around his neck. He looked absolutely adorable, and if this relationship wasn’t a secret, you’d run up and plant little kisses all over his face. Your dad greeted him with a firm pat on the back and welcomed him in, but his eyes were fixed on you. You hated this secret thing, wanting nothing more than to greet him properly, but you knew it was for the best.

“Who are the flowers for, kid? Me?” Sam asked, making Peter blush slightly as he shook his head, laughing awkwardly.

“You wish,” he responded, making Sam act offended, “They’re for you, Mrs Stark, thank you for the dinner invitation,” Peter walked over to your mother, handing her a gorgeous bouquet of roses and sunflowers, which to you was the most beautiful combination of flowers you could get. Your mother awed at the gesture, pulling Peter in for a hug. You felt your heart melt, loving how your parents got along with your boyfriend. Your dad nodded in approval, helping your mom find a vase for the flowers as Peter walked up to you, taking a seat next to you on the couch.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled at you, taking your breath away at how gorgeous this little dork was.

“Hey, Peter,” you replied, looking away when you realized Sam and Bucky were watching your interaction, not wanting to be suspicious or obvious.

“Parker, would you rather watch a show on bugs or sports?” Sam asked, leaning forward as if he were interrogating Peter, making you roll your eyes, looking over to Peter who seemed a little confused, “Actually, forget it, you’re a bug, of course you’re biased.” You felt yourself laughing, looking over to Peter who didn’t know what to say, nodding awkwardly. Sam let out a groan of defeat and turned the channel back to Nat Geo, making Bucky let out a ‘humph’ of triumph.

As the two continued bickering, Peter leaned over to you, whispering in your ear, “You look beautiful, babe.” You felt your cheeks heat up and you looked over to him, smiling shyly.

“You look pretty damn good yourself, Parker,” you whispered back with a little wink, making him grin.

Within the next hour, all of the Avengers had piled into the dining room and you were all seated around the long glass table, the food making your stomach grumble louder than you had expected. You didn’t eat lunch, so that explains it. You sat between your dad and Wanda, who was being embarrassingly flirty with Vision sitting next to her. Peter sat across from her and your mother across from you.

Everyone dug in immediately, the smell and look of the layout being too tempting to hold off on. You could hear Bucky and Sam arguing over potatoes at the end of the table, resulting in Steve scolding them like children, making you giggle.

“Um, anyone want a drink? I’m getting up,” Peter announced, standing up and looking around the table, waiting for a reply. Everyone mumbled a ‘thanks, I’m good.’

“I’ll actually have glass of water, thanks, if you don’t mind,” you smiled up at Peter and he nodded.

“Sure thing, babe.”

Oh, no. Fuck. Shit.

Please, please, can no one have heard that?

You felt your heart completely stop as your eyes widened, looking at Peter who went completely white. It was as if time had slowed, everyone stopping what they were doing to see if they had heard correctly, and based on both your reactions, they did.

“Babe?” Your dad questioned, placing his knife down as he looked between the two of you, “Uh, I don’t think so. Please tell me he didn’t say babe.” Your mom’s mouth dropped, looking over at you with a confused expression. Oh, God. This was not how you wanted them to find out.

“O-Of course not, M-Mr Stark,” Peter laughed awkwardly, waving his hands, “Why - Why would I call her babe?”

You dropped your head, Peter’s nervous stuttering being a dead giveaway of the fact that you two were in fact a thing. You lifted your head once again when you heard your dad’s chair pull away from the table, standing up. You rushed to your feet as well, eyes wide.

“Dad, calm down,” you pleaded quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Your heart went from being dead still to racing out of your chest. Peter looked absolutely terrified.

“Calm down? How do you expect me to-” he took a deep breath, “What’s going on between you two?”

You wanted to answer, you really did, but as soon as he asked the question, your voice left you, and you looked to Peter.

“U-Um, we’re, uh, dating, Mr. Stark,” he mumbled quietly, looking down to his feet before looking back up. From where your hand was placed on your dad’s shoulder, you could feel him tense up. You knew he was mad, his breaths coming out slightly shaky as your mom placed a hand on his from where she was sitting, looking down at her plate.

You heard Nat mumble an ‘I told you so’ to Wanda, realizing that telling them today would have probably helped how bad you felt right now.

Your dad turned to face you, and you felt awful, “Dad, I’m so sorry for keeping this from you, I-”

“How long has this been going on?”

You were surprised by how intensely he cut you off, but you swallowed your nerves, “Around six months.”

“Six - Wow, six months, nice,” he laughed sarcastically, “You’re my daughter, you’re not supposed to lie to me.”

You suddenly felt very aware that the entire team was watching and listening to you guys, but you didn’t really care, your dad’s anger being the only thing you wanted to deal with, “I know, dad, I’m so, so sorry, believe me, I am. I wanted to tell you as soon as it happened, believe me, but this is going so well and I was terrified of telling you and mom, I’ve never really done this dating thing before, you guys know that, and I really, really care about Peter and I didn’t want you guys to flip out, I was waiting for the right moment.”

You dad chuckled, “The right moment? It’s been six fucking months, you’ve had loads of right moments.” You felt your heart break, and as you opened your mouth to respond, Peter’s voice beat yours.

“If I may, Mr. Stark, she’s telling the truth, she was always talking about how awful she felt hiding this from you, she refers to the two of you as her best friends,” you heard Natasha mumble an ‘ouch’ before Peter continued, “But believe me, I love your daughter, more than I could ever tell her, and I would die trying to protect her, you need to know that this isn’t just a teenager fling, or whatever, I’m in love with her.”

You felt all the air leave your lungs as he said that last sentence, looking right into your eyes, letting you feel all of the emotions he could possibly express towards you in that moment. It was almost as if everyone else in the room had faded away, the two of you sharing this extremely intimate moment. But then you remembered that everyone was sharing this moment with you.

“Aw, shit, you can’t be mad at him after that, Tony,” Sam exclaimed from the other end of the table, cutting the sweet moment short as your dad turned to him with a death glare, his expression softening as he looked to you once again.

“I’m mad, yes, I can’t believe you totally disobeyed my orders about not dating anyone on the team,” he said softly, coming to his senses.

You gave him a mischievous smile, “I’m a Stark, we don’t listen to what people want us to do.” You were immediately engulfed in a hug, your mother rushing around the table to join in as you laughed, the rest of the team letting out an ‘awe.’

You pulled away from them and smiled at Peter, who stood there awkwardly, but you could tell he was extremely relieved, the colour returning to his face and his shoulders much more relaxed. He looked over at your dad, nodding.

“Well, Peter, I guess if I had to pick anyone for my daughter to date, I’m glad it’s you,” your dad smiled at him as your mom rushed to the other side of the table to hug Peter, mumbling something about ‘love birds.’

Everything seemed to fall right into place, you could be open about your relationship with the boy you loved, and everyone on the team seemed overjoyed. Steve grinned proudly, Natasha shot you a wink and a thumbs up, sending you a text saying ‘We need to talk!’, Sam and Bucky smirked at Peter, who rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, Clint placed a hand over his heart, muttering about young love, and your dad sat next to you, smiling proudly as he realized that you were with someone good, someone that he knew would take care of you.

You sat back down, a sigh leaving your body as the cat was finally out of the bag, “Anyways, Parker, I’ll have that water now, thanks.”

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mecharlie-fox · 4 years ago

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Summoner OC/Quotes

If my summoners were units..... I swear I'll update this once I have every drawing available. Might even put them on layout.

Left to right

(Warning - this is gonna be long)

"The Lady in the Dream, Iris"

Summoned

"Hello there, call me Iris. I am what we call... one of the senior members within the Summoner ranks. Perhaps we have met once in your dreams, do you remember?"

Home

"Time became non-existent for me. I was mostly in slumber, looking after Summoners such as yourself through dreams."

"Oh I'm a non-combatant Summoner. Alfonse never really allows me in the front lines. It's too dangerous, even for me."

"It is strange being summoned here by another Summoner. Why am I consider a Hero in this world?"

"You have a role to play, Summoner. We are all bound by duty."

"Are you busy? Mind if you help me make some refreshments in the kitchen?"

"My name is Iris. I was sent by Friend to give this to you. Hm? I look familiar to you? Perhaps we've already met, once upon a dream." (Greeting from friend)

"Believe it or not, I'm supposed to be dead. My Askr is no more, you see. Not a single soul walks in that world and I still blame myself for it. I had the power to stop it, but I was so consumed by fear that I failed them... Anna, Sharena... Even Alfonse. I'm only alive because fate wants me alive. And I'm bound to you now, my friend. My commander. My Summoner. I will follow you until the end."" (Upon reaching level 40)

Info Screen

"Now, now... Every Summoner must know when to rest."

"You're different from the other Summoners, tell me, are you also a non-combatant?"

"When I first met Alfonse, he was already older than... Well, your Alfonse."

"I'd rather be a lost soul without a purpose than to be Hel's slave."

"Careful now, we don't want to get lost out here, now do we?"

"Oh Alfonse, why did you do it?"

"Valen, please. Learn how to rest. Sigh, this child..."

Map

"Come on."

"Lead and I'll follow."

"Hmmm."

Level Up

"I haven't felt this power in a long time." (5-6 stats up)

"Thank you for the blessing." (3-4 stats up)

"Close enough, I'll do better next time." (1-2 stats up)

"I will use your gift wisely, my friend." (New skill learned)

Critical/Skill

"Fight me!"

"Never underestimate me!"

"You face a child of Frey!"

"So be it."

Defeat

"Alfonse... Please..."

"Hel's Executioner, Ragnar"

Summoned

"Great, not again... Let's get this over with, I'm Ragnar, Hel's Grand General."

Home

"Me? A Summoner? Ah, you've been talking to Iris. Don't listen to that old woman, she's full of nonsense."

"Yes, this is Sharena's lance... I could tell by your eyes you already know what happened to her in my world."

"Just say the word and I'll do it."

"You're no Valen, but you've earned my respect. Maybe one day you and I can fight together in the front lines. You do know how to fight, right?"

"Lìf is nice, he'll get around eventually. You have my word."

"I'm Friend's Grand General, just take the gift so I can go already." (Greeting from friend)

"I'm old enough to know that a longer life isn't a better one. Believe it or not, my Askr was at peace with Embla. I had the chance to go home but I stayed, met a wonderful woman and promises that we will spend the rest of our lives together... But the other thing happened. I miss her, yes. I still love her. But if I dedicate my life on bringing her back, it'll be nothing more than a goose chase. I accepted the fact that she's gone. And we shouldn't tamper with the dead. We lose love ones, that's part of life. Sharena would want me to live, Summoner. Not waste my life on impossible dreams. I fight for her memory, that's all I could do. And maybe one day, we'll be reunited in death." (Upon reaching level 40)

Info Screen

"You're slacking around? Want me to join you?"

"This Askr mirrors my own. Will you believe me if I say that I was also a non-combatant?"

"Yes, yes, I was a Summoner. Happy?"

"It was Zacharias who taught me how to wield a lance, actually. With a little help from Sharena, of course."

"I was a singer before becoming a Summoner. Though... I've been out of practice for centuries."

"Other weapons? Yeah, the Commander made me pick up an Axe once. Broke the wall with it and Alfonse got furious."

"I have my own opinions on other Summoners. But we all have one goal, peace. Hopefully, you share the same feelings."

Map

"Let's go."

"Bring it."

"I'm following."

Level Up

"Never thought I'd learn something new, thank you." (5-6 stats up)

"This makes me feel alive again." (3-4 stats up)

"Really? Zacharias must me laughing in his grave by now." (1-2 stats up)

"I'll do my best to meet your expectations." (New skill learned)

Critical/Skill

"So uncivilized."

"GAAAH!"

"There's more to that!"

"I'm not a boy anymore!"

Defeat

"My time... Has come..."

"The Undaunted Queen, Valen"

Summoned

"I am Valen, daughter of Aric. Have the tides of destiny wash me here with you, Summoner?"

Home

"My role was to serve and support, until my brother disappeared, I suddenly found myself in center stage. It is strange, what destiny has offered me."

"When I was young, my father thought me divine and my mother thought me weak. Which am I, Summoner? Weak or divine?

"You are my general, I will follow you no matter what."

"I was once a Summoner of Askr myself. Until duty demanded my return to Vanaheim. Perhaps the tides of destiny brought me here for a purpose."

"I didn't know you were such a slacker, Summoner."

"I am Valen, daughter of Aric. I bring blessings from Friend." (Greeting from friend)

"I believed that my destiny was to simply lead soldiers into a battlefield as a general, and a general alone. I never dreamed of carrying the burden of the crown until the awful reality that... My brother will never come home finally made me realize, that destiny can be cruel. My father died bravely on the battlefield, maybe I will share the same fate as him. They're waiting for me, you know... My family. I will see them again, but not yet. Not until this war is over, and when when enough men have died, perhaps I will finally have peace upon my soul. My life is yours Summoner, from this day until my last day." (Upon reaching level 40)

Info Screen

"I am Valen... To the people of Vanir, I was named the Undaunted Queen."

"Haha! Your Alfonse mirrors my own, and yet they're two very different people. Strange isn't it? The endless possibilities of different realities."

"I always make sure that the Order's funds are sufficient for a whole year supply, even if that means tricking the commander into seeing a different number than what was actually left for the month. Don't tell her I said that."

"Oh! Summoner! You surprised me there. Say, aren't you scheduled to do your rounds? Mind if I join you?"

"Alfonse is my other half. I will do anything to make sure he's safe."

"Oh, my Sharena? She's my shopping buddy, or at least that's what she calls herself."

"What kind of a Summoner are you? I'm rather curious."

Map

"Forward."

"Yes."

"I'll take your command."

Level Up

"For Vanir." (5-6 stats up)

"Strength and honor!" (3-4 stats up)

"I'll do better next time, I promise." (1-2 stats up)

"I will not waste this knowledge you bestowed upon me." (New skill learned)

Critical/Skill

"Surrender now, or die!"

"Fool!"

"Shield up!"

"Violence it is."

Defeat

"I curse you..."

"The Worthy Prince, Ingmar."

Summoned

"I am Ingmar, Prince of Vanir. I will fight for you no matter what."

Home

"I was called Summoner Isaiah. I didn't want them to know my real name at the time. The library is a frightening place, and I did not wish anyone to know my future... Or even my past."

"As crown prince it was my duty to make sure that I was prepared to succeed my father, until I found myself summoned in Askr... Twice. Or maybe this is the third?"

"Valen was once a curious child, always smiling. Now she's well... Always frowning."

"Haha! I feel fine, Summoner, not to worry. I just always feel sleepy for some reason."

"You're curious about my clothes? Oh! Is it because it's Nifl clothing? Haha! Funny story, well not really..."

"I'm Ingmar! I bring greetings from Friend! Say, you haven't seen my sister, have you?" (Greeting from friend)

"It's odd that the next time I saw my sister she was... well, all grown up. She was nothing more than a child when I last saw her, barely even ten. I worry for her safety, but I know she could handle it. I'm also worried for you. Being a Summoner takes a lot of effort, and because of me wanting to go home, I never thought of the consequences... What would happen if I went home. I wanted to see my family again, I didn't know how it would affect Alfonse or Zacharias. But I promise you one thing, I will never leave you." (Upon reaching level 40)

Info Screen

"Don't tell the commander that my finance report is fake, the real one is with Alfonse. Don't worry! We'll survive through the month."

"Give Valen your paperwork and she'll finish it within three hours."

"I have a special talent for linguistics."

"The people chose Valen to be Queen, that alone is enough proof that Vanir is in good hands."

"You want to learn how to hold a sword? Sure! I'd be happy to help you!"

"The Commander? She's convinced that I'm an idiot... Well, my commander Anna anyway."

"I don't have the same sense of tactics as my sister. I'm more of a front liner."

Map

"Yes."

"Try me."

"Forward!"

Level Up

"All in a day's work." (5-6 stats up)

"Hey, your training helped!" (3-4 stats up)

"Father would have been disappointed." (1-2 stats up)

"I'll use it well but, are you sure it's alright?" (New skill learned)

Critical/Skill

"In the name of Vanir!"

"I dare you!"

"Challenge me!"

"Move it!"

Defeat

"No, please no!"

"The Silent Maid, Largertha"

Summoned

"... I am Largertha. Once a Summoner for Embla."

Home

"I... Have nothing to offer you."

"My eyes? Oh... Before I tell you, I hope you didn't eat anything heavy..."

"Magic helps me move around. Though, Ragnar always made sure I was accompanied by him when I'm up and about."

"Embla... was my home. And Hel took it from me."

"Oh! I'm sorry, Summoner. I thought you were Ragnar."

"I am Largertha. I come with a message from Friend." (Greeting from friend)

"My death went without apology. I hated myself for allowing it to happen, I wanted Veronica back, I wanted Bruno back. But Ragnar was with me and reminded me that they wouldn't want me to suffer so much over their deaths. Hel was my enemy and she forced me into her service. Now I serve you. I will use all of my power to make sure you don't suffer as we did." (Upon reaching level 40)

Info Screen

"My eyes? No need to worry, I am fine."

"Ragnar was useless in the battlefield. He didn't even know how to do strategy."

"Bruno always treated me with kindness. And I cherish every moment I had with him."

"Since the day I became Hel's Grand General, I refused to speak to the witch. Ragnar did most of the communicating."

"All I want is freedom. Not eternity. You cannot find peace in eternity."

"Lìf and Thrasir... This poor unfortunate souls..."

"You remind me a lot of... Ragnar."

Map

"No worries."

"I'm moving."

"Expect nothing less."

Level Up

"Bless your soul." (5-6 stats up)

"Thank you for the opportunity." (3-4 stats up)

"I'm sorry it wasn't enough." (1-2 stats up)

"I'll show you my worth. You won't regret it. (New skill learned)

Critical/Skill

"Submit!"

"I am your living nightmare."

"What is it you fear?"

"I welcome you to death!"

Defeat

"Finally..."

#fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #feh #summoner #alfonse #alfonse x summoner #sharena #fe #summoner oc #bit of angst here and there and poof! we have a summoner!#Valen is the most serious summoner i have #give the workaholic a break #quotes #lif x summoner

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secretlynestaarcheron · 4 years ago

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Chapter Five + Six

The Selection AU - acotar

Sorry it was late, I work in the medical field and a coworker tested positive so I had to in on my usual writing day! I hope everyone is staying safe!

tagged: @justgiu12 @blxckbeaks @justabunchoffandoms @swagbookmaster @my-fan-side @heyitsrhysand @acourtofmarauders

Does anyone know why some of the tags don’t work?

Chapter Five: Nesta

“Isn’t this so interesting?” she asks, moving through the hall with the other girls, flipping through the pages. She had gone to school the longest but hadn’t learned anything about war and history like this book taught. Usually the schools said the same thing every year, that they were lucky the king’s family had saved them and how great of a country they were because of it.

She felt foolish, as a young girl in the caste four, she did feel lucky and great but now seeing the brink of poverty as a seven she knows the truth. She sees it in the sixes and the fives, she can’t imagine how the eights are feeling, practically forgotten by society.

Rita chuckles next to her as they make their way to the women’s room. “You know that there is so much more that those books purposefully leave out, right?” Rita says with a mischievous smile. Nesta glances back at her as she moves through the door. They make their way towards the side of the room, taking seats next to each other.

“What do you mean?” Nesta asks, glancing down at the page number before shutting the book and placing it on her lap. “Are you talking about the rebels?”

Rita nods, “It's like the palace wants to pretend they don’t exist,” she says.

Nesta narrows her eyebrows, “I don’t think the rebels let them forget,” Nesta replies, thinking about all the articles and news reports talking about the small to huge attacks on the palace brought on by the rebels. “Houses are burned down, people die, when there is a rebel attack.”

Rita turns to face her, a new seriousness in her features, “Those are the south rebels, they are out to be heard no matter what,” she explains, “The north is much more quiet and strategic.”

Nesta glances at her friend, opening her mouth to ask her how she knows so much about all of this but Ianthe cheerful cheering interrupts her thoughts. “Its so good to see you again, ladies! How are your rooms? How was breakfast?” Ianthe calls out standing in the center of the room like she did during their first encounter.

Nesta glances around the room, counting the girls, they were missing ten. She turns towards Rita, “The girls that stayed behind, they were sent home,” Nesta says.

Rita glances around the room, Nesta assumes doing her own count, before turning back towards Nesta and whispers, “There's only twenty-five of us left, after the first day.”

Nesta can’t help but feel that her frightened sense of time running out wasn’t because she could be sent home without more than a few words with the prince but something else entirely.

“I have a special day for you ladies,” Ianthe says, waving her hand as maids come in with trays of tea. “We are going to have our very own tea party. It is very important as queen to be able to host through eloquence and manners.” Nesta swears that Ianthe looks at her at the last part. She realizes that Rita and her are the only ones below a caste four left.

The maids come around, leaving little trays on the table with everything they could need for a tea party. Nesta realizes that three more girls had joined them at their table looking uneasy and nervous, she guesses that they realized that the others were sent home as well. “I don’t think I’ve been to a tea party so elegant before,” Nesta chimes.

One of the girls gives her a soft smile, “I’ve been to one when I was younger, I can’t imagine having to plan everything to perfection while also being a gracious host. It seems so overwhelming!”

Nesta nods in agreement, “I am sure it is, but you’ll have the queen who will teach you everything you need to know,” she says and can not help but add, “As well as Ianthe, who I am sure will be with you every step of the way.”

The girls chuckle at that and it makes Nesta feel better that they all saw how overbearing Ianthe was.

The tea party went smoothly as far as she saw, she befriended the girls at her table Alyssa, a four, who was soft spoken and shy. Kamri, a confident and determined three, as well as Sara, a two, who wanted anything but the spotlight.

Ianthe said final words, how she was proud of them all for their hard work and can’t wait to continue this journey with them, before announcing that they were free to do as they please for the rest of the day. Nesta was glad at the words, she wanted to head back to her room to see if her sisters wrote back.

She surprised herself with how quick she was to learn the layout of the palace, but it wasn’t that hard when the only places she cared about was the library, her bedroom, and the dining hall. She walks past the library wondering if she should stop by and pick out another book but her excitement for the thought of a letter from her sisters kept her going.

She walks through her room, she sees her maids Beatrice and Hanna, who look up in excitement at the sight of her. “Lady Nesta, you’ll be so excited,” Hanna says, lifting the envelope. “It came this morning while you were at tea.”

Nesta smiles taking it from Hanna’s outreached hand. She rips the seal excitedly, sitting down on the small sofa by the fireplace. She scans the letter, Elain spoke about the news in town and how they were all rooting for her. She added that she thought she looked stunning in their mother’s red dress. She sends her thanks for the botany books and flowers.

Nesta raises an eyebrow at that, Rhysand did not mention that he was going to send flowers along with the book. She finishes Elains letter to read Feyre, who asks question after question. She wants to know how the food is and how the other girls are, if they are treating Nesta nicely. She brings up the book next, wanting to know if they look as beautiful in person as they do in the book. She also adds a thank you to the prince for the paint and wants to know if he's as handsome in person as he is on camera.

Nesta feels dumbfounded, she was surprised he would send the books but to add extra gifts made her feel bad for every poor thought she had about the royal family.

“Was it a nice letter?” Beatrice asks.

Nesta looks up from the letter folding it as she gives a small smile to her maids. “Yes, very much so,” Nesta says, feeling uncomfortable with the sense of homesickness. “I didn’t realize how much I missed them until reading this,” she replies honestly. She couldn’t wait to get home, to be able to hug them and fight with Feyre on her readings. She missed everything about them.

She found a purpose to be here but before she could work on building a better future for the castes below four, she had to thank the prince for the gifts he had sent her sisters. “I am going to go for a walk, would you mind finding me some paper? I would love to write them back tonight,” Nesta asks, standing up and straightening her gown.

“Of course,” Beatrice says, “Would you like dinner in your room as well?”

“Yes, thank you,” Nesta replies, sticking the letter in her pocket and then exiting her room in hopes of stumbling upon the prince which she assumed was impossible.

She moves down the hallways, wondering if she should stop by the library or if she should ask a maid. She didn’t want to seem too forward or take him away from his own work or perhaps from another girl. She turns down the hall and sees the guard that is normally around him, the one she had run into last night. “Hey!” she calls and he stops short and turns towards her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be abrupt. I was just wondering if you were headed towards the prince.”

His eyes narrow, “I am not taking you to him nor am I taking anything to him.” He seemed irritated, Nesta assumes that he was stopped by many girls who have also noticed his friendship with the prince.

“Oh, I am sorry to bother you,” she replies quickly, she was too forward and that was something she should probably work on hiding during her time here. She adapted the trait when she was moved to a world where you had to fight for what you wanted on a daily basis. “I just wanted to send a thank you for the books and gifts he had sent my sisters, I didn’t expect him to do so much for them.”

He frowns, his eyes softening before he was back to the stone cold guard that she met yesterday. “I’ll let him know, I am sure he will be glad to hear it,” He says with a sharp nod before moving back down the hall. She calls out a thank you but she doesn’t know if he heard her or just ignored her.

She decides that that is the best she's going to get and makes her way to the library. She finished the two books she had borrowed the night before and was itching to get more. She wanted to know as much as she could about everything before heading back home. She wanted to be able to tell her sisters all that she learned so they could move their way up the caste system.

She knew her sisters could be better. Feyre was a beautiful artist that could sell her work for a lot and Elain would be the best scientist. They needed to be able to hold their heads high to be taken seriously, work harder than anyone who was born into a higher caste system to be noticed.

She had to work hard to get her sisters to be noticed, that was her job as the oldest to protect her sisters from the cruel world around them and she would do what she could to make their lives happy. She enters the library, moving towards the middle of the room where Prince Rhysand had said the index of the library would be. She wanted to borrow books on artists and poets as well as science textbooks.

She found the large table, touching the tables and feeling the curves of the letters engraved in the map. There were so many books she doubted that the index was kept up to date. She began to read through them, making a mental note of what she wanted to learn about and when. She wondered if they knew how lucky they were to have such a source of knowledge at their fingertips whenever they wanted.

“I hope I am not interrupting,” she looks over to see Prince Rhysand standing in the aisle to her right.

She stands up straight, “Not at all,” she replies, “I wanted to thank you for the gifts you sent my sisters, I can’t wait to see what they’ve created when I go home. I am sure Feyre has already painted the canvas she had stored away.”

He nods, taking a step forward, “And are you enjoying your time here? Enjoying the resources that normally go to waste in this castle?” He asks, glancing around the library.

“Yes, I’ve enjoyed my time here so far,” she replies.

“Good, I am glad,” Prince Rhysand says, “I wanted to speak to you about something important, I hope you won’t find it offensive.”

Nesta raises an eyebrow, she knew her time here would be short but she didn’t expect to go home the second day, especially now that she had so much to lose. She would never step foot in a library of this beauty again. “There’s little in life that I find offensive,” Nesta replies, turning to face him fully, her words were full of truth. While working at a bar she had heard many sneers directed towards her and her character. She learned to build walls.

“I am not sure if you feel anything towards me,” Prince Rhysand begins. “I am not sure how to say this,” he hums, turning away and running a hand through his hair. This is the first time that she saw a boy in front of her and not the future king of Prythian. He was just a boy and she was just a girl.

She takes pity on him, she didn’t want him to feel so broken about sending her home when she knew all along that she wouldn’t be queen. “You don’t feel anything for me,” she replies, with a small smile, “I must be honest, I didn’t feel a spark with you either. I enjoyed our conversations, I’ve enjoyed the library, and I have very much enjoyed the food but you have no purpose for me here.”

“Actually, quite the opposite,” Prince Rhysand begins. “You’re right that I don’t have that gut feeling about you in the sense of marriage, but there’s something about you, Nesta Archeron, that I can’t quite grasp,” He begins, taking a step towards her before they were standing right infront of each other. If he hadn’t just admitted to no feelings for her she would have been nervous that he would try something with her in the dark aisle of the library. “You’ve shown me the light to what was happening in your caste, I would like your help. I would like to know more about your experiences.”

Nesta ponders this before asking, “You want me to stay to help you learn more about your country?”

He looks embarrassed by this. “Yes, in a sense,” he replies quickly, “I am becoming king soon, my father has been teaching me since I was younger, but in all my training and all my meetings not once was it brought up that children were being sent to work to help provide for their families. I need to know this to become the best King I can be for my country.”

She smiles at that, “Okay,” she replies, feeling the ease of the competition lifted from her shoulders. She would have to go home eventually but right now, he made her job of bringing awareness a lot easier. “I would love to help you.”

He smiles, “Good, I am glad,” he replies, “I knew there was something special about you. I think you’ll be a good friend through this all. Shall I call upon you tomorrow?”

She nods, “Tomorrow sounds great,” she retorts, he gives a small wave before moving down the aisle to exit. She couldn’t help the ghost of a smile on her face as she moved down the aisle to find the books she wanted. Her heart is full of a new sense of hope. She would be the change her sisters needed.

After gathering two books for her sister and a couple of the rebels, after Rita brought them up during tea this morning it made her curious as to what really happens during all the rebel attacks and what started them all. She had her suspicions but she wanted to know if they were true.

She makes her way out of the library, stumbling when she slams into someone dropping several of the books. “Sorry!” she says quickly glancing up to see the guard as she crouches down to grab the books. “We should really stop meeting like this,” she jokes, as he crouches down to help her, “Or maybe I should just learn not to barge out of doors.”

He chuckles as he stands up, handing her over the three books she picked up, “Prythian Artists and Rebel Attacks? Just some light reading?” he questions, but she senses he's questioning more than just her reading material.

She takes the books, sliding it below the stack of sciences books, as she states, “How else am I supposed to learn anything?” she retorts, turning to move down the hallway towards her room. She didn’t want to be questioned for her actions when he probably grew up as a two, she could tell by his judgemental looks that he didn’t approve of a seven being here.

He quickly catches up to her, moving in pace with her as she turns towards her room. “Is there anything else you would like to question me about?” she asks, holding the books tight to her chest, as she glares over at him.

“It’s after curfew, I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you, so I am escorting you to your room,” he replies with ease.

Nesta rolls her eyes letting out a “hmph” noise. They walked in silence, just the echoing of their shoes against the marble filling the silence. “Do I at least get to know your name?” she asks, turning to peer at him, it's a shame he was a snob he was quite handsome in a gruff kind of way.

He looks at her with amusement in his eyes, “Cassian,” he retorts.

“Cassian,” she repeats, “Interesting name.”

He looks at her and raises an eyebrow, “Perhaps my mother should have looked in the same baby name book your parents found Nesta in,” he replies. So he was sarcastic, Nesta concluded.

She stops in front of her door and she thinks that she reads disappointment on his face but it fades so quickly so assumes she made it up. She was still a part of the competition and still property of Prythian Palace if she liked it or not. “Thank you for walking me back,” she replies, even though she’s still sure he thought she was more of a threat to the palace than anything inside was to her.

“It was my pleasure, Nesta,” he says softly, moving down the hall, “Enjoy your light reading.”

She chuckles as she opens the door, the smell of the dinner sitting on the table in the middle of the room making her stomach growl. She moved towards the table a new surge of excitement, she got the feeling that this was the beginning of a long story.

Chapter Six: Cassian

Cassian feels bad as he watches the girls say their tearful goodbyes to Rhysand before leaving the dining room. Some girls even seemed angry that they were being sent home, their hands moving wildly as they chatted with the other girls their eyebrows furrowed deep into their brows.

He turns to Rhysand who looks guilty and defeated, clapping him on the shoulder comfortingly he says, “It’s hard, but you’ll get through it.”

Rhysand shrugs, “I doubt it’ll get easier and part of me doesn’t want it too,” he retorts, shaking his hand and then running a hand through his hair. “I have meetings but want to spar later?”

Cassian thinks about the mountain of work on his desk waiting for him to get to it but finds himself nodding. “Just tell me when,” he replies, knowing that his friend needed this more than the King needed him to write a report on every girl.

Rhysand nods, moving out the room quickly to start the day, as Cassian turns to face the King. The girls had all exited with the Queen so it was just them left in the silent dining hall. “Have you thought more about my proposition? I could really use someone with your abilities,” the King says where he lounges in his chair.

Cassian wants to roll his eyes at that, the King didn’t make propositions he gave orders and it wasn’t Cassian’s abilities that made him a worthy candidate to become the King's right hand but the secrets he had and the information he already had. It would be easy for him to transition back to the old Cassian, the Cassian that wanted to please, the Cassian that shut off a part of him to do unspeakable things in the name of the King. He wouldn’t become that again.

Cassian clicked his chin, thinking about how he should properly phrase this. “With everything going on in the palace with the new recruits and the safety of the girls with the rebel attacks I need to be here,” Cassian states, standing tall as he faced the King, who merely glared at him.

The King smirks, leaning forward on his elbows, pretending to think about what Cassian said. “How are the reports on the girls going?” The King asks, “Since you’re so busy with that I am sure you have found something out.”

Cassian shifts his jaw, the King was baiting him and Cassian would have to be careful not to be caught. “ Unfortunately, the most of the work I did last night was thrown away when he sent ten of the girls I had already thoroughly checked home,” Cassian explains, “But I would be happy to go finish up the work now.”

“Actually, I have a better idea,” The King states, standing up and walking down the few steps to be level with Cassian. The King was tall but Cassian still had to look down to meet his eyes. Cassian’s frame twice the size of the Kings. Although, Cassian was built for power, the King wield it. “You can give me a list of six guards that you think are worthy enough to go out to the borders to keep the rebels in check.”

Cassian looks at the King with a mixture of disinterest and annoyance. He couldn’t let the King know it bothered him or else he would have no choice but to do it. “Does Prince Rhysand know about this?” Cassian replies with ease. “You told me I would be taking orders from him now.”

The King clicks his tongue, peering down at Cassian, but the King had to admit that Cassian had a point. It was all a part of the education of Rhysand in his future role as a King, it was a new development and the King was struggling with the release of power. “Have the list ready,” The King says, “I’ll bring it up with Rhysand in our next meeting. I am sure he will agree with me.”

Cassian frowns as the King walks by him and out of the room. He felt the rage pulsing through his body, as the words of the King echoed in his head. He wasn’t asking Cassian for worthy candidates but guards that were useless, that wouldn’t be missed, that were weak links.

Cassian knew that sending such a small group was a suicide mission, he had done it again and again for the King, watching his men take off never to return again. The rebels practically owned the borders, if the King truly wanted to get them in check or disperse the rebels he would send an army equipped with the proper tools not a handful of guards with nothing but a handgun and the shirts on their backs.

He knew he couldn’t add more names to the long list of guards he had sent to their deaths, he couldn’t tell another family that their son or daughter had died. If the King did get his way Cassian was putting his own name on the list.

~*~

He spent the rest of the day in the training rooms, watching the new draftees assigned to the palace spar and work on their weaponry. Palace Duty was seen as a plush station, although better than most assignments, it was growing more and more dangerous with the frequent attacks.

He kept an eye on the guards that would mess around or talk back to their superiors, they would have a lot to learn before being stationed anywhere near the royal family. He had to admit that he was stressing about the added protection needed for the girls, with the announcement of the selection the King had thought it would settle the rebels but it only made them more unpredictable.

“If you think any harder your face will get stuck like that,” a new voice chirps beside him. He glances down to see Amren, she was practically his second in command. Although barely five foot she could take down any soldier. Cassian was pretty sure she could take him down in one swing but he wasn’t going to test his theory.

“I appreciate the concern you have for my face, I knew it warmed up on you,” Cassian retorts, putting his attention back on the training guards. “How’s training going?”

She snorts, shaking her head as she turns to look around the group. “There’s definitely some putting in place needing to be done.” she retorts, “but that’s why I am here, you don’t need to babysit me.”

He chuckles, leaning against a rack of wooden training swords only used in the first day of training. “I am not checking up on you, you are more than capable of whipping them into shape, Amren,” Cassian retorts, running a hand through his hair. “I just had a lot on my mind and needed to do something else.”

She raises a quizzical eyebrow, an unspoken understanding between the two of them. Cassian had to fight to get Amren her leadership role and to this day the King still pretends that he can’t hear her when she speaks. WSince the King pretended she wasn’t there the majority of the time he would speak to Cassian about certain things, not even aware that Amren was standing beside them.

Amren understood the things the King asked of Cassian but did not know the extent it went too and Cassian never wanted her too. He was scared she would bolt, he needed her here more than she needed to be here. Promoting her was the smartest thing he had ever done.

“Need to spar it out?” Amren asks.

He shakes his head, laughing at her eagerness as he says, “No, but I appreciate it. I think getting my butt kicked by you right now would worsen my mood.”

“I am here if you ever need it. One of these days I’ll get you to say yes to a spar,” she replies, shoving his arm lightly with her elbow. “Now get out of here, you’re distracting the troops with your focused face.”

He chuckles, feeling a lot better than he had when he first finished speaking with the King earlier. “I’ll check see you around, Amren, don’t work them too hard,” he retorts moving to the exit. A maid walks by telling him the Rhysand would be out in the training ring outside waiting for him.

Cassian falters, thinking about all the work on his desk waiting for him, “Okay, thank you for letting know,” he retorts, running a hand through his hair as he turns down the hallway away from his office. It would be good to procrastinate thinking about the King.

“Hey!” He turns to see one of the girls, Nesta Archeron, moving down the hall towards him. She smiles sheepishly as she says, “I didn’t mean to be abrupt.” She goes on to ask him if he is going to Rhysand. He can’t help but roll his eyes.

“I am not taking you to him or being a messenger for you, he will find you if he wants to talk to you,” He snaps, this was what he was afraid of. Girls on the hunt for the prince, ready to pounce for the crown at any moment.

He feels bad when he sees her expression, but she covers it up quickly. “I only wanted to send a thank you for the gifts he had sent my sisters,” she explains, which only makes him feel worse for his treatment but he wasn’t about to let her see that.

“I’ll let him know,” he says with a short nodd, “I am sure he will be happy to hear it.”

He moves down the hallway away from her and towards Rhysand, looking back as he turns the corner not able to stop the creep of a smile on his face as she yells a thank you after him. He chuckles as he turns back towards his destination chuckling slightly.

The more he knew about her the more he had hope that he best friend could actually find someone to be with through this whole thing that wasn’t just after the fame.

~*~

He spent a couple hours sparring with Rhysand in the training grounds. He could tell there was a lot on Rhysand’s mind but didn’t push him to discuss anything, he wondered if the King had a chance to bring up another group going to the borders. He wondered if Rhysand was in favor of the idea.

He thought about what Amren would say if he signed up to go, she would probably follow along after him complaining about how dumb he was. Would he tell Mor? No, she would stop him somehow, tell the King or Rhysand before he had the chance to go. It was cruel funny to think that everyone knew being sent to the border was a suicide mission but no one would fight the King on it.

Cassian can’t say much on the topic, it was recent that he finally decided to speak against the King. Cassian kicked his office door shut behind him, sitting down at his desk and pulling one of the last files he had to go through in front of him. He glances up at the top, Nesta Archeron, in his scrawl like handwriting. He flips it open a picture of her falling out first, her hair that was normally braided was loose and wave. Her bright green-blue eyes sparkling bright at the camera as she smiled shyly.

He saw those eyes bright before, when Rhysand shook her hand or this morning when she looked up to speak to her friend Rita about something she had read. They were bright with excitement and curiosity, he wondered what made them bright that morning. Perhaps the competition itself, or the chance to meet Rhysand and be in the palace.

He moved her picture to the side beginning to read what he assigned Amren to discover about each of them. She was born in caste four, the oldest of three girls, she excelled in her studies. Amren had reached out to a few of her teachers who were sad to see her leave. Her mother had passed away and a few months after that she was transitioned to a seven. That explains why she’s always in the library, why she’s teaching her sisters.

He reads on about her father, how he adopted alcoholism after the death of his wife and would be found at any bar open. He stopped showing up to work, began to gamble in underground casinos, brawled until he and his daughters were forced out of their house.

The thought made him sick, that someone could lose themselves so much. How he could allow himself to be lost when he had three daughters to protect, the oldest only be thirteen. There were peer reviews from many bosses for Nesta. She had worked as seamstress, earning praise from people as high as caste three and two. Her neighbors spoke highly of her. He was still suspicious of her, her father was a known member at an underground casino so he could have connections to the rebels. He continues reading, seeing how highly her town thought of her. Amren even spoke to a few of her customers at a local tavern who praised her.

He chuckles as one of them mentions how she had to kick two guys out from getting too comfortable with a fellow waitress, he tried to picture her small frame kicking out two large men. He turns the page to read the last review, deciding that she couldn’t possibly have anything to do with the rebel attacks.

He pauses as he reads the name of the interviewee, Tomas Mandray.

A chill ran up his spine as he read what Tomas had to say on behalf of Nesta. He spoke highly of her, complimenting her work ethic and appearance. Cassian frowned as the truth of his relationship with Nesta came to light. He never outwardly said it or perhaps Amren was careful with her words but it was instituted that the two of them had a relationship.

There’s a sharp knock on the door and he looks up as a guard peeks his head in, “Good evening, sir,” the guard says, nodding his head in respect before continuing, “There appears to be a girl unaccounted for.”

Cassian runs a hand through his hair, his mind moving to the rebel spy or girls sneaking out of their rooms to find the prince. “Which one is it?” he asks, standing up to get ready to track them down.

The guard looks down at the piece of paper in his hand, “Uh, Nesta Archeron, sir,” he replies.

Cassian rolls his eyes, of course as soon as he finds something out about her that could connect her to the rebel cause she has to go missing. He just hopes he doesn’t find her anywhere she shouldn’t be, hopes he doesn’t have to see those bright eyes dull.

He moves past the guard, “I’ll take care of it, go back to your post,” he replies, moving quickly through the halls toward his destination. He reaches it but before he can open the door it swings open slamming into him. He catches her elbow relieved to find her here.

She drops a few books in the collision and he thinks that they should really stop meeting this way. He bends down to pick up a few of the books, his eyes narrowing as he sees the titles, a book about prythian artists and another about rebel attacks. He makes a comment about her choices, asking if this was considered light reading.

He hands them to her as she adds them to the pile her arms, he takes in a few more titles one about the ocean and the other a book on botany and insects. He couldn’t quite get a grasp on her, she wasn’t the normal stereotype for a rebel. Perhaps that’s why they chose her, if she was even a rebel.

He realizes she said something as she moves past him and down the hall. He acts quickly to catch up with her, matching her slow pace compared to his own. He had to cut his strides in half to match hers. “Was there something else you wanted to question me about?” she asks, glaring at him. He took note of how her eyes darkened and her nose crinkled as she tried to be intimidating.

He chuckles, but when she frowns he cuts himself short. He didn’t want her to think he was laughing at her. “It's after curfew,” he retorts with a slight shrug, “Wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

She rolls her eyes, turning to face the hall again, pulling his attention away from her face and back to infront of them again. They walk in silence before she asks, “Do I at least get to know your name?”

He smirks at that, maybe she wasn’t as stubborn as he pegged her, “Cassian,” he replies with ease as he looks down at her in amusement.

She snorts, “Cassian? Interesting name.”

He can’t help but bite back a smile, she reminded him of Mor with her sharp tongue and quick wit. He wondered if she could take it as well as she dished it. “Perhaps my mother should have looked in the same baby name book your parents found Nesta in.”

She laughed at that and he realized that’s the first he heard a noise other than annoyance leave her mouth. “If you must know I was named after my grandmother’s cat, she had two others named Bernard and Gerty. Would you prefer one of those?” she questioned.

He nodded in approval, she would get along extremely well with Mor. They could bond over picking on him. He stops in front of her door and she turns and says, “Thank you for walking me back.”

He returns her smile, nodding his head, “It was my pleasure, Nesta,” he says, turning on his heel and beginning to move down the hall. “Enjoy your light reading.”

He listens to her chuckle before the door clicks and he’s left in the silent hall. He moves swiftly feeling the exhaustion set in. He turns sharply, pausing quickly when he spots a figure standing in front of his office door. The person pushes themselves off the wall and Cassian can see the wicked smile. “I was wondering when you would be back,” Tomas Mandray dreary voice echoes through the hall,

Cassian stops and crosses her arms, “What do you want, Mandray?”

Tomas chuckles, “Don’t act so angrily towards me, I thought I would warn my old childhood friend.”

“Warn me about what?” Cassian spits out but as soon as the words left his mouth there was a large crash of glass being broken and he could smell the fire. “That wasn’t much of a warning.”

Tomas shrugs, “Shouldn’t have taken your good ole time swooning one of your friends' mistresses. Which one was it? Rita? Perhaps Caroline?” Tomas asks, chuckling to himself. “Oh, it must have been Nesta. You always loved a crazy one.”

Cassian snarls, “How do you know about them?” He wanted to punch Tomas out cold right then and there but the siren was beginning to blare and he had to make sure the royal family and girls got to safety.

Tomas laughs as he begins to run down the hall towards the chaos, “I have friends everywhere, Cassian. You better watch out.”

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In Circles & Shambles

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Spy!AU, meet cute

Summary: Your first mission as a new recruit is to track down your partner with limited communication and information. All you know is that he’s a dumbass with a charming voice and you’re destined to fail.

Prompt: spy!au + “I don’t even know why we’re doing this” requested by anon

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: swearing

A/N: this is my first attempt at writing a spy!au, so enjoy! 🧐👌

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“Welcome, new agent of Bangtan,” you hear your boss say through your earpiece. “Before you can officially set out on missions, we have one last test in store for you.”

“What is it?” They’ve already thrown elaborate disguises, laser training, agility trials, and bomb diffusions your way. You think you can handle anything at this point.

“A partner.” Out of all the things to be thrown at you, you definitely were not thinking it would be a partner. You always assumed you’d be an independent, undercover agent. That was the appeal to becoming one in the first place. You don’t want or need someone else holding you back. “He’s somewhere hidden in the city, and you must find him within an hour.”

You don’t respond.

“Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll connect you with him, so you can communicate via earpiece.”

“Okay.”

“We will be listening in and monitoring your every move, so please stick to these rules: 1) Agent A may speak and give directions, but not move. 2) Agent B may move, but not speak. 3) If you do not find your partner within an hour, both of your contracts will be terminated. 4) Breaking any of these rules will also result in termination of contract.”

“Am I Agent A or B?” You pray that you’re Agent A. You’re much more confident in giving directions than receiving them—especially if only one side is allowed to speak.

“Agent B.” Fuck. “Your time starts now… Good luck.”

As you await directions from your partner, you take in your surroundings: A high school, a recreational family park, a bus station, and your favorite coffee shop. Thankfully you’ve walked the city streets thousands of times, so you’re pretty familiar with the layout of the entire city at this point. It shouldn’t be too difficult of a task as long as your partner knows where he is.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” A low, groggy voice takes over your earpiece. He pauses as if you can answer back without penalty. “Oh right, you can’t talk.”

“…”

“Where are you right now?”

You don’t know if he’s taunting you into speaking, or if he’s genuinely an idiot. Either way, you already despise your partner, and it’s only been a minute.

At the same time, you know you need to cooperate with him. So you look for something with a distinct sound. The nearby park is known for its fancy giant water fountain, and it would be a dead giveaway as to where you are if your partner can correctly identify the sound. You quickly scurry in front of the water fountain, in hopes that your earpiece’s mic picks up the sound.

“Is that water? It doesn’t sound like the beach or a river…” He gives you an occasional hmm, taking his sweet time in thinking it through. “Oh I know. It’s the sound of watering plants. You’re at the City Gardens, right?”

“…” No, no you are not. But you can’t say anything because you’re useless Agent B. You’re only as useless as your incompetent partner.

“If you’re at the City Gardens, then all you need to do is…” He starts feeding you directions at an alarming rate which you can barely keep up with. You want him to shut up because 1) you’re not even at the City Gardens, and 2) even if you were there, it’d be awfully hard to follow his shitty directions. But again, you can’t even correct or clarify with him.

For better or worse, you know the general location of the City Gardens, so all hope is not lost. You mentally visualize yourself in that area and do your best to draw a map based on the directions given to you.

“Did you get all that?” he asks after his directing finally comes to a halt.

Looking back at your makeshift map, it seems to be leading you north of your current location. Whether it’s right or wrong, you don’t really have any other option than to start heading in that direction.

“I’ll repeat it for you again just in case you missed something,” he says, when you’re halfway to his supposed location. Clarifying his directions is the most considerate and responsible thing he’s done so far. And you can appreciate it to some degree, but you wonder why he decided to repeat it so damn slowly this time around. He doesn’t seem bothered that you’re both running out of time.

When he finishes repeating the full directions, you notice a discrepancy in the maps. One little extra turn set the paths off in two different directions. The first one went north, while the new one leads you back to the area you had started in. That means you’re either on your way to your partner, or back to square one.

“I’ll wait fifteen minutes, and if you haven’t arrived yet, we’ll figure something out.” It’s honestly starting to piss you off how he isn’t taking the urgency of the mission seriously. If it were up to you to speak, you’d be using those fifteen minutes to describe alternate routes in case this one doesn’t work out. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t work out.

As soon as you arrive at the location following your partner’s first set of directions, you know someone fucked up big time because you’re standing in the middle of of a McDonald’s. It only takes an employee saying, “Welcome to McDonald’s, how may I help you today?” for you to hear cackling through your earpiece.

“I’m not at a McDonald’s, babe.”

“I fucking hate you,” is what you want to say. Instead, you bite your tongue and order yourself some chicken nuggets which you will not be sharing with your dumbass partner.

“Should I repeat the directions again or-”

You crumble your McDonald’s carryout bag with your fists, and thankfully your partner takes the sound as a hint.

“Alright, alright, calm down.” For as calming as his raspy voice is, you are certainly not going to calm down when your entire spy career is on the line and ready to end in twenty minutes. “Since you’re at McDonald’s, I’ll give you some directions from there and we’ll be good.”

That’d be fantastic if there weren’t ten different McDonald’s locations around the city. You’ll just have to bank on the 10% chance that he chose the right one.

Ten minutes later, you’ve followed your partner’s directions and ended up right back where you started. The only thing you accomplished in fifty minutes was making a giant loop around the city while grabbing some nuggets along the way. At this point, you won’t complete the mission on time if your partner’s not nearby. You feel like a failure, even though you know you would’ve performed so much better if you had a partner you could actually rely on and communicate with.

The no speaking rule is what really did it for you. It doesn’t make any sense to test the communication skills between two partners if only one of them is allowed to speak. Sure, there may be instances as a spy that require stealth and complete silence on one end, but you’re sure the partners would have to establish nonverbal codes beforehand to make it work.

Using that logic, there’s no way to possibly succeed in this mission with the conditions you were given. And with just a few minutes left on the timer, you decide to break the rules.

“I don’t even know why we’re doing this. It’s literally impossible if the communication isn’t two-way,” you groan out of frustration and acceptance of your failure. “Just tell me where you are so at least one of us can pass.”

“I’m right behind you.” You hear a loud sip of something hot both in your earpiece and in the air behind you. When you turn your head, you see a young man with blonde hair stepping out of your favorite coffee shop with a cup pressed to his lips.

“Now, was that so hard, babe?” You’re extra angry because he has coffee and you don’t.

“I mean, no one told you to go all the way to McDonald’s,” he shrugs. He thinks this is funny. He thinks it’s funny that you’re the one with the terminated contract.

“Why wouldn’t you just say you were in that coffee shop in the first place?”

“Am I not allowed to test my partner?” The boy crosses his arms. “I don’t want a partner who always plays it safe and follows the rules.”

“So you wanted me to talk… and fail.” You shake your head in disbelief. How on earth did you get stuck with someone so shitty? “Well congrats. You got what you wanted, I suppose.”

“You didn’t fail,” he says. “I tested you, and you passed—not just in your quick detective and navigational skills, but also in what I need in a partner. Your willingness to risk yourself for the sake of your partner is what every Bangtan agent should encompass. You passed because you broke the rules.”

You blink at him, trying to comprehend what the truth is. “So what you’re trying to say is that you’re not actually an incompetent dumbass who sent me to McDonald’s? You just acted like that to test how I would handle the situation?”

“Uhh, yeah, sure… We’ll go with that,” he nods, eyeing your bag full of nuggets. He’s a dumbass: confirmed. He was totally just fucking with you. And you fell for it.

“So you weren’t a new agent also being tested? You were the one testing me?” You start stuffing your face with nuggets because this is a juicy plot twist you weren’t expecting. “Does that make you my senior?”

“Technically yes,” he says. “But we’ll go with partner. I’m Min Yoongi.”

“Well, I can’t say I’m thrilled to be working with you, Min Yoongi.” You trade him one of your nuggets for his entire coffee. He’s actually quite handsome when you really get a good look at him, but it’ll be a while before you forgive him for the hour of hell he put you through. “But I guess I don’t have a choice, and neither do you.”

“I-”

“You’re stuck with me now, Min Yoongi.” You wave, walking away with his coffee. He might’ve clowned you this time, but you’re sure you’ll be the one clowning him moving forward. Maybe having a partner will be alright.

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts fluff #btsboulangerie #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #bts spy au #yoongi #suga #bts #bangtan #in circles and shambles

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ddaengyoonmin · 6 years ago

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Chapter one

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, eventual Ot7 x reader in later chapters

Genre: Angst, fluff, uhh maybe smut eventually??

Theme: Based kinda on sword art online a lot of similar ideas and themes kinda combining the idea of them trapped in the game, but the world is closer to ALFheim online

Word count: 2.1k+

Warnings: Swearing?..I swear a lot it can’t be contained. Giant Bees?? Not too much to warn about for this chapter but future chapters might get crazy

*check my master list for the prologue, I suggest reading it first*

Next -> Chapter 2

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A bright light shone in from a missing blind. One of your bothersome, but too cute to be mad at cats must’ve broken it, you made a mental note to fix that later. It woke you up earlier than usual for a Friday, probably not a bad thing, you had a big day ahead of you. Working from home had its advantages such as being able to create your own schedule.

You had set the day aside to mentally prepare for and then try out your dreaded birthday gift you had received just the day before.

The clock read 8:00 am. You sighed as you pulled yourself out of bed, startling the young calico cat who had been sleeping on your stomach throughout the night. “Sorry velvet” you mumble sleepily. Though she should be used to the rude awakenings by now, given that you on the other hand had not gotten used to having a cuddly cat and always seemed to accidentally throw her off your lap in the mornings. Your other cat Tiger always kept to herself and usually slept on the top of her cat tree or on a top shelf in one of your closets.

Last year when you bought your new apartment you had marveled at the spaciousness of the classy two bedroom layout. You debated on turning that second bedroom into a room for Tiger to have all to herself, but decided that would only feed into your family’s idea you were becoming a crazy cat lady hermit. Instead it became your office, and today it was the room you decided you would try out the full dive gaming experience headset in. You had a comfortable black leather office chair that you usually spent most of your days in while you worked on your designs. You figured that would be fine to recline in while you went into the game.

After getting yourself a filling breakfast you fed Velvet and Tiger a little extra, not knowing how long you’d be in the game. Part of you hoped that your mom would be satisfied if you just tried it for 30 minutes or so, then you could get back to the practical reality you preferred to live in. But you still wanted to be prepared in case the impossible happened and you actually enjoyed yourself.

You picked up the sleek looking packaging that held the headset and the game you had been given. You let out a sigh and looked over to your pets, “lets give this a shot huh?” you said, looking at them as if they could understand you.

When you arrived to your office you plopped down into your comfy chair and finally opened the packaging. The headset was shiny and heavy, looking similar to a motorcycle helmet. In the back by the base of the neck there was a long wire the same shade of silver as the rest of the headset. You pulled out the instructions from the box and skimmed it over.

“Internal battery, internal memory to store data, in game items, and achievements”

“Pre-programmed with Faerie Realm installed, no updates or installation required”

“To enter the game is simple, put on the headset and click the large button on the side of the headset and say the command ‘LINK START’”

You felt skeptical of this whole thing, but you reasoned that they wouldn’t sell it to the public if it was unsafe.

With one last see ya later to Tiger and Velvet you plugged in the headset and carefully placed it over your head. It was a snug fit and there were straps to secure it underneath your chin.

A small wave of nervousness ran over you, you took a few deep breaths and put your pointer finger to the side of the headset and held the button. Loud and enunciated so as not to mess this up somehow, you said the command…

“LINK START”

Almost instantly, like falling asleep suddenly, everything went dark. It only lasted a few seconds until you were standing in a bright, white, empty room with no doors or windows. You looked to your left and right in a slight panic, you felt like you could hear some music start to play.

Then, catching you off guard a giant holographic screen projected onto the wall in front of you.

“Welcome new player!” A chipper voice rang out from the direction of the screen “It’s time to chose your fairy race, and dive into the world of Faerie Realm! Point your hand straight out fingers spread out to the screen and swipe to the right to scroll through the choices, make a fist for 10 seconds at the screen on the page of the Fairy race you choose and you will move on to the next step!”

On the screen an example character popped and you giggled at it. It was an image of you, but not totally you. Your hair was longer than in real life and it was dyed a turquoise shade of blue, you were wearing a tight royal blue and white dress that was much shorter than anything you’d ever worn before.

You had to admit from a designers point of view, that it was pretty interesting how they’d managed to do that. The thing that really caught your eye was that coming from behind your back was a pair of beautiful shimmering turquoise wings matching the hair, they were slightly transparent and had a light blue glow coming off of them. The title under this character “Water Fairy”

You scrolled over the other choices shortly, five options of fairy races each with different styles, perks and nerdy sounding stats you didn’t even bother to read. You were mostly focused on the look, and none stood out as much as the first you had seen and you settle on the Water Fairy, holding out a fist to the screen as it instructed.

The next step you were prompted to complete was to choose a username. You decide on “Velvet Tiger” in honor of your bestfriends at home. Once you held out your fist again to declare that you were sure of your name, the room turned dark again. Next you felt like you were falling, falling falling, and the perky voice echoed around you “Have fun in Faerie Realm!!”

With a loud thud you felt yourself hit grass, strangely you felt no sort of pain from your fall, odd.

You picked yourself up from the ground and brushed the dirt off of what you now realized was the same blue dress from the screen. You pull your now extremely long hair in front of your face to see it was indeed also the hair you had seen on yourself in the preview. “Color me impressed” You chuckled aloud.

You started to look around to get a bearing on your surroundings. “Umm...what exactly am I supposed to do?” You spoke aloud again, not sure if you were hoping someone would answer or that some sort of screen would pop up at your question. But nothing happened.

You were alone in the middle of the most perfect flowering field you’d ever seen in your life, it was beautiful, cream colored daisies scattered all around you. It was sunny and bright and the temperature was perfect. You could feel a light breeze press on your cheek, you brought your hand up to your face. “Woah…” you muttered. It was crazy to think none of this was real.

A noise suddenly snapped you out of your state of awe. You cocked your head to the side slightly. It was a humming noise getting louder and louder by the second.

To your surprise and horror the objects in question made themselves visible. “What the fuck!!!” You scream, and immediately start to book it in the opposite direction.

BEES? But not just regular bees, a swarm of GIANT bees about the size of your cats were headed straight towards you. You found yourself screaming out a series of fucks and holy shits as you tried to outrun the swarm, they were catching up faster than you could run. ‘Thanks mom, this is real fun’, you thought.

You were about to get to a treeline that was up ahead when you tripped and fell flat on your face, you winced, not because it hurt, (you realized this game must not let you feel pain, which is nice), but because you were just embracing the fact that giant bees were about to be your ‘game over’ only 5 minutes into the game.

A loud POW sounded out right behind you and you covered your ears and buried your head into the ground. A crackling noise like fireworks followed. And then...a beautiful sound.

“You okay miss?” A silvery voice spoke from above you.

You uncovered your ears and lifted your head up from your embarrassing position you had assumed when you thought your demise in this game was upon you.

What you saw when your eyes met the figure standing over you took your breath away. You had to try and keep a straight face and contain your awe so as not to further embarrass yourself.

The man standing over you looked like an angel covered in black. He had on a tight fitting black shirt with a gray jacket that was styled fitting to the theme of this game draped over top, and tight black skinny jeans to go with. From behind his back you could see a pair of shimmering translucent wings similar in design to yours but the color was a charcoal black.

He extended a strong looking hand towards you, but you were still frozen in a combination of awe and embarrassment. He retracted his hand, chuckled, and ran his fingers through his pitch black hair. You scurried to get up on your own snapping out of your daze and standing eye to eye with the man you asume must’ve just saved your ass from the killer bees.

“Um, thank you” You nervously mumbled his way. His eyes were kind as he met your gaze with a smile. You had to force yourself to keep your eyes on his as they seemed compelled to trail over all of his body. “You’re welcome” His smile grew bigger than it previously was. “You’re lucky I got here when I did! They were gearing up for some power stings that definitely would’ve sent you to a black screen at your level”

“At….my level?” You said with confusion. “Yeah, I can see your level right there” he pointed just to the left of your face. You for the first time notice a small screen was there that had your username, level, health and an option for ‘menu’ listed. “Oh..” you managed an awkward smile. You realized you could see his too, ‘Kookie, level 10, full health’ listed on the screen hovering next to him.

“I’ve been here since 12am when it opened” he said sheepishly running his hand through his hair again. “Games are kinda my thing and when I heard this was coming out I wanted to get ahead right away...did you just get here or something?” He questioned.

“Yeah, literally just a few minutes ago” you laughed “That was about to be a real short run” you winced at the not too distant memory. “I...uh..games aren’t really my thing”

He smirked at your comment “You don’t say?” he teased. You stuck your tongue out at him, then immediately felt embarrassed. Not totally sure what came over you to do that to a total stranger, but hey, it is just a game and he started it right? So you shook off the awkward feeling and decided to just go with it. He laughed a full belly laugh at your action and shook his head “Ok, I like your style ma’m, so I’m gonna take pity on your and show you the ropes here” He spoke cockily.

“Oh? And what makes you think I need your help?” You tried to come back with, only eliciting further laughter from him. “You’re right,” he put his hands up in fake defeat “those bees were completely defenseless to your ‘duck and cover in the middle of a field’ fighting methods”

You pouted slightly at the mention of that embarrassing part of the incident that had just occurred you are hoping to just pretend didn’t happen.

“Fiiine” you sighed “I really don’t know what I’m doing here, but don't take me for some damsel in distress that's going to worship you as her hero now or anything like that” His eyebrows raised high taken aback by your bluntness. “Of course. I have no doubt you take care of yourself well in the real world, on first impressions you seem to be a strong, independent woman…I admire that in a lady” he assured in an honest and serious tone, but then He stopped and took a few steps closer to you standing so close it sent a shiver up your spine.

He leaned in to your ear, tone changing from his previous statement into a more smooth and sultry whisper “But this isn’t the real world...you’ve stepped into my world now.” He pulled away, a smirk on his face.

Your eyes widened. What have you gotten yourself into…

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#ot7 x reader #bts au #bts angst #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook x reader #jhope x reader #jin x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #taehyung x reader #yoongi x reader

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nyrator · 5 years ago

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random life updatess, some blehs, some animal crossings

today was not a good day again (bought turnips in AC, rip that 110 price, then ate breakfast, and then laid back down until 7PM), then dealt with drama stuffs and me being in general not-a-good person when I got up, and ultimately couldn’t even bring myself to eat dinner (which I’m now regretting since there aren’t any snacks or anything in the apartment either, just completely drained at the moment)

wondering where to go to vent things since I feel too self conscious of social media and don’t want to bother people I know, but bottling it up inside has been very painful to me lately and I don’t handle it well

but enough of that

in terms of life itself

still living the quarantined life, still car-less but getting rides from friends to go shopping which is nice. tomorrow will be a strange schedule (shopping/taking mother to doctor/meeting another friend/dealing with my mother giving me two different times to go to the doctor, one of which interferes with meeting said friend, and I swear they told her not to come because of the virus, but we will see)

also ants are in the apartment which is bleh but I’ve learned to deal with it until I can buy ant traps or something (I wish they’d turn the central air on already, May is hot)

not sure what the future holds in terms of my financial life honestly- my work will be opening up as soon as the governor lets them, but only with the owners running it- It sounds like I won’t be brought back until the fall, if they even stay open that long

ubi sounds really nice right now and I hope one day it passes (politics is still something I pay too much attention to but will keep refraining from bringing up again)

in other news

working on this game jammm

mentioned how I wasn’t looking forward to it, but perhaps that’s too harsh- I always enjoy the jam. But man, at the same time, not looking forward to the work part at alll- but it has to be done. Red Square was extremely painful to work on, but at least the current collab I’m working on will be less taxing on me design-wise (I hope). But there is something massive planned, at least, because with Kresna, there always is. He’s really incredible, and I’m excited to see the finished product.

I still have projects I should work on, but just can’t- Came so close to making a complete reference of console tan designs that I have so far last night, but ended up crashing right down and can’t focus on working at all at the moment.

was debating working on one of my rpg maker games alongside the current project, but I have a feeling that’ll be impossible (or at least, not ideal)

rotten nyan still needs to update, and I still feel too self conscious about it, I think- part of me wants to make a hidden account to do all the twisted things I’d like, and all the disgusting things I don’t think anyone wants to see, but it’s tough and I still don’t think I want to be personally associated with that kind of content. I don’t know. Even then, my mind still isn’t able to visualize what I want to create- Any time I lay down and try to think, it’s either pain from anxiety, or disgusting thoughts I don’t want to share. I don’t know what to make- it feels like I have the power to create anything I want in a sense, but nothing to want to make. Maybe I’m “the Ny that Stole the Sun”.

so much free time, but nothing to show for it, it’s really disappointing to me, but I just can’t focus on things I want to anymore

but anyway, enough about that

Got a nice little pick me-up in ACNH when deciding to play it a little bit ago, a good present from Lala, good friend. Now I can be the purple magical Ny I always wanted to be~ But really, thanks Lala, it means a lot

Also decided to try turning the face icons into sprites to use as custom design signs, I think it’s already been done but I like doing things by hand, got Merry’s done at least.

Been organizing the town, but it is definitely a work in progress- I got my house, the buildings, and four villager houses planned out, but no idea what to do with the other six villagers, or what attraction-y things to add like playgrounds and stuff (it’ll take a while until I have enough furniture to be able to piece things together). Also need to figure out how to properly decorate the Able shop and things like river layouts and stuff.

house interior is still an absolute mess and still waiting to find a site to make it easier to search for certain furniture (I use villagerdb mostly but hard to find things in specific colors still), just need the basement and I thiiiink my house will be fully upgraded?

also wish it was easier to get villagers I’d like (here’s a random thing I made of villagers I like, though doesn’t include the new villagers to this game like jock sheep or lazy goat friends), circled ones I’m most likely going to settle with but mann, it’s hard (why does normal have so many good choices... I randomly got Gayle early on and Merengue from an island visit and they’re both unexpected but good friends)

I was hoping it’d be like in ACNL where you could be like “oh hey you can have nine villagers and a tenth will only move in when you will it to”, that way I could just use my 50,000+ nook miles to get tickets and hunt for villagers, but looks like I’d only have a day or so after someone moves out

there’s amiibo of course but they’re getting expensive (I could get my own NFC things I guess but it feels like cheating), but I feel Stella’s the next one I want to move in and I don’t have her card, rippp

also still adjusting to the personalities in this game, still sad cranky became “old man complains about being old”, but at least it’s not as bad as it was in Pocket Camp I think. Also Lazy’s are now “I am baby who speaks to the bugs, they are my friends, they whisper to me” and honestly it’s weird enough that I like it but hard to picture anyone but Prince acting like that (I’m not a fan of frogs or his facial hair so hmm)

also man lots of use of “Le” in this game, I forgot that was still a thing people did. Peppy and Smug are still great for me to talk to though so I’m happy.

but yeah, I should go to bed I guess, it’s past 4AM

#text stuffs #nyrants #long post #nyrator plays animal crossing

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whiskeyworen · 5 years ago

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Aspect IV: Of Inspiration and Communication

Inside Vigil Keep, weeks before “Bound By Blood”

"Soldier Sonnya Danae; Package for you." The delivery person looked at his clipboard tiredly, before turning it around with a quill in hand for her. "Sign here please."

"I wasn't expecting any packages." Sonnya pointed out, scrawling her name in Asuran swirls on the line. It didn't matter that the form was written in Krytan; names are names. Besides, she'd seen people just scribble nonsense on the line before.

The delivery person shrugged slowly, and handed her a brown paper wrapped parcel. "I just deliver'm, miss."

As he turned to walk away, Sonnya retreated to her quarters, closing the door and locking it. She barely realized she'd done it; her attention was entirely on the mysterious package in her hand.

She sat down at her desk, placing the package on the table top, just...staring at it. Who could have sent it? There was an address on it from somewhere in Lion's Arch, but that might not mean anything; as long as you put an address from Lion's Arch, no one would bother looking it up. It might not even exist.

"Well, time to find out what's in this thing." Sonnya declared, and ripped the package open. Her eyebrow rose slightly as she pulled out the small, hand-sized comm device. It kind of looked like the standard Pact communicator that unit leaders and commanders had, but it was almost half the size.

The structure and layout were different as well. Instead of an On and Off button being the only keys, there was an entire set of number keys, some symbols she didn't recognize, and a few adjustment dials. Embedded into the top left corner appearred to be a micro-golemite eye. "....the hell?... why would a communicator need to see? Is it a golem or something?" She mumbled quietly, turning the device over in her hands. Satisfied there were no other secrets to it, she flicked the 'On' switch. She expected to hear one or another commander somewhere, talking to their companions; Pact comms were always open to anyone who had a comm, so the idea of private conversations was kind of an illusion.

Instead, there was silence. After a few seconds, the micro-golemite eye raised from its alcove, did a quick scan of everything in front of it (including Sonnya) and settled back into its groove. While the eye turned off, apparently the device finally activated. "Hello? Is this one Sonnya Danae I am speaking to?"

Sonnya waited for the no-doubt dozens of confused responses from others in the commnet, before realizing none were coming. So she hesitantly replied. "Uh, yes. This is Sonnya here. I received this comm unit in the mail?"

"Yes! Then it worked as I had planned! I am very pleased to make your acquaintance!" The voice on the comm was quite enthusiastic, but crystal clear. "I was unsure how to properly reach you, and this seemed most appropriate. I regret we cannot meet in person, but I am...on task in Elona at the moment."

Sonnya gave the comm an odd look. "Oh...kay?... Sorry, but I'm honestly surprised no one else has broken in to ask how I'm comming, or who you are? There's no way everyone turned their comms off."

"Oh, this comm is on a secure channel." The voice replied brightly. "Sadly, Pact comms are pretty basic. They are designed to be used as a single network, with everyone connected. I do not believe any research was ever done into solitary, private commlinks. At least, not until my Father suggested it and the rest of the crew figured it out. I helped of course."

"I'm...sorry, but I'm still really confused." She scratched her ear, placing the comm down on the table top. "So the comm is on its own, private line or something? The only people who can talk and hear are you and me?"

"Unless we cut someone into the signal, or they cut themselves in somehow, yes." There was a thoughtful pause in the line. "Of course, they would have to decrypt about a hundred and forty-four thousand lines of code to even FIND the signal. There's a lot of radio, ley, and Mist spectrum to work with. If we cut them in manually though, it would be a simple matter of dialing their number, provided we knew it, into the comm and then pressing the little button that looks like three dots connected by lines."

"I saw that, but didn't know what it was." Sonnya admitted, before shaking her head. "Wait wait. Okay. Hang on... WHY are we even talking? Why did you send a comm to me?"

"Oh! Right! I was so pleased with having made contact, that I placed the reason for it in the back of my memory!" Sonnya was pretty sure that the person on the other side of the comm was clapping their hands, though she couldn't hear the sound. "I wished to speak to you about the construction of your wonderful powered-armor suit, and your integration of technical devices into your biological structure!"

Her jaw dropped. No one knew, apart from the Warmaster, knew anything about her implants, or her suit. No one...except maybe Tenna. If Tenna even knew. "How... I mean, what makes you think I have anything like that? I don't know what you're talking about."

The person on the other end laughed pleasantly. "Oh please. There were recordings from all angles in the battle against that Shatterer. The Charr Legions were recording because they wanted to see the result of their new weapons. The Priory was recording for archives' sake, and the Order of Whispers and the Vigil were recording for references for future battles! Your little stunt might not be explainable to them, but I assure you, I understand exactly what was going on."

"You...have me at a disadvantage then." Sonnya frowned, crossing her arms. "My...implants won't work with anyone else. I only ever designed them to work with me."

"Oh do not worry about that. I am not interested in that. Not really." There was a smile in the voice. "I am planning something that requires... let us call it a very fine integration of biological and mechanical components. I wished to pick your brain, as it were, for ideas on how to smooth out some of the issues I have encountered in my simulations. Basically, I want you to double-check my ideas, and make sure I have not done something foolish or impossible."

"So, you don't want to steal my tech or anything like that? You just want to ask questions on how to improve your own? Your own tech that is similar to mine, but less refined?"

"Precisely."

"...Well, what did you have in mind then?"

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Several hours later

"... so the circuitry integrates with the implants directly via surface-to-surface interface." Sonnya explained. "I can't give you the specifications of the implants themselves, but based on the ideas you've thrown at me, this should allow for a faster information rate and a tighter connection."

"I see! Thank you for the insight." The voice on the comm acknowledged. "I believe you're right. While I have no intention of using your implants, or trying to extrapolate them based on available information, I do believe I can manage to decrease reaction times by half at least, and muscle-load by a factor of five! I am sure if I work at it a little more, I can coax even more out. My investigation into magitech-neuromuscular modification is still rudimentary, but I'll soon have a few prototypes to test out."

"Glad to be of service." Sonnya smiled. She took a sip of beer from the bottle she'd gotten from her personal cooler. "Do you have any ideas on what you'll do with it all? I mean, you weren't looking to make a suit at all it seems. Or rather, the powered armor suit is almost a secondary item to whatever you're making."

"Publically, when it all is arranged, I will be setting up the sale of fully-working, personally customized prosethetics. The market will be for those individuals who, through birth or injury, are suffering from lack of limbs. I understand there's a similar market in Rata Sum, but it is small because everything is based off Golem-limb construction. Which, if you ask me, Golems are remarkably...brutish."

Sonnya shrugged. "True. But the refinements in magic circuits and power systems is making them more powerful and intelligent by the day. Shape doesn't really mean much, does it? Just look at that golem that kid in Dragon's Watch had. What was her name again?..."

"Taimi." The voice supplied reluctantly. "And yes, her Scruffy models are aesthetically pleasing, and very unique with their ability to be a conveyence AND a powered mecha suit, as well as a fully functioning autonomous golem...but they are still not the angle I am going for."

That brought a frown to the guardian's face. "I still don't know what you mean. The only other examples of golem-type things I know of are like, the Exalted, which AREN'T golems but kinda look like them, the Jade Constructs which are closer to Elementals in nature... and the Watchwork nightmares."

"Oh yes... the Watchworks. I know them well." The comm replied quietly and cryptically. "Very interesting designs, those."

"Scarlet was a maniac." Sonnya said flatly, frowning before draining her beer. "Her Watchwork creations made Steam creatures look tame by comparison. And we still have to wipe out infestations of THOSE in Lornar's Pass every year! They just keep making more of themselves!"

There was a pause, a silence over the comm. Then, "...Perhaps I should investigate how they replicate? If I can figure it out, it might come in handy for self-repairing prosthetics."

"Be my guest. Just don't come crying to me when a Steam Brain zaps you with lightning for coming too close." She laughed. She could still remember seeing Priory researchers bounding across the ice, backsides singed while an angry Steam Brain chased them, lightning arcing from its central eye, while the entire time it swore at them in machine-language. She assumed it was swearing of course. Wouldn't you, if some know-it-alls tried to shove a stick in your ear? Or whatever a Steam Brain has?

"Duly noted. Thank you again, Miss Sonnya."

"Well, it was my pleasure. It's not often I can talk shop with anyone." Sadly truer than Sonnya would like to admit; most soldiers in the Vigil were more concerned with using things rather than making things.

"....In that case, allow me to make you an offer." There was a nervous note in the voice's tone. Sonnya had the impression that, had someone been present, they would have been talking behind a cupped hand, afraid someone would hear. "In a week's time, my ship will dock in Lion's Arch at airdock 42 in the Aerodrome. If you show up, say, around noon, I will let you see the secret project I have been working on. The one that your information has come in quite handy in its completion."

A clandestine meeting at a secured, out-of-the-way airdock? Sonnya had flown on ships from the Aerodrome before, and remembered how it was laid out; Dock 42 was the furthest out, on the backside of the Aerodrome, facing Bloodtide Coast. It was so far out that merchants refused to park ships there because it would take so long and was so complicated to get things on board. Why would anyone willingly park there? "Uh, sure... A week from now, noon, Lion's Arch, Dock 42. Sure thing."

"Excellent. Perhaps when you see it, you will be able to offer a more hands-on, practical examination. You might see some things that need improvement from the prototype to a production model."

"Alright. Sounds fine to me!"

"Good, good. I must go now. Needs of the ship are building up on my task-list. I need to focus on that for a while."

Sonnya picked up the comm, surprised and a little worried. "Wait, before you sign-off or whatever... When I get to your ship, which ship am I actually looking for? And who should I tell them invited me?"

There was a pause, and then the voice replied, a smiling, almost devious tone to it. "... The ship is called the Forsaken Aspect. You just need to ask to see Alice."

A chuckle rolled from the comm. "I assure you, the person you meet at the dock will know exactly who you need to see, and why. Just trust me."

"Okay... Well, I will see you then... Alice?"

"See you then, Sonnya."

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prorevenge · 6 years ago

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Two malicious compliances equals one pro revenge.

TL;DR at the end.

Several years ago, Barry, my boss, did a job for BigDaddy Construction, and got screwed. It wasn’t a huge amount of money, a couple of thousand dollars, but screwed is screwed. Basically, he accepted BigDaddy’s word on something that they denied later. Barry consulted his lawyer, and was told that since the issue was not in writing, that any legal action was likely to fail, and even if he won, that the legal costs would exceed any settlement. And BigDaddy basically said, “My lawyer can beat up your lawyer.”

Barry then asked what every lawyer likes to hear, “What should I have done differently?”

Fast forward to 2017. BigDaddy is soliciting bids for a new restaurant called FancyAss. Barry submits a bid for supplying and installing door hardware, things like doorknobs, emergency exit bars, door closers that pull the doors shut…and 3 Automatic Door Operators (ADO’s). An ADO is something you have seen before, it has a metal plate with a wheelchair logo mounted on the wall, when you press it, a motor opens the door. It’s designed to allow people with limited mobility to pass through a doorway.

Barry wins the bid, and calls a meeting. He is handling this job personally. All communication with BigDaddy is to go through Barry, and ONLY Barry. If someone from BigDaddy calls and says, “Nice weather, isn’t it?” we are to reply, “I wouldn’t know anything about that, let me transfer you to Barry’s line.” Under no circumstances is anyone from BigDaddy to be given Barry’s cell number. And the after-hours on-call techs are only to return the call and say that Barry will be in touch in the morning. Violation of any of this will be grounds for immediate dismissal for cause, is this perfectly clear?

A few weeks go by, and we get a call from “GC”, who not only is running the job for BigDaddy, but is BigDaddy’s son. He’s an entitled shitball of a tyrant, with anger issues and a vocabulary that relies heavily on profanity. I’m calling him “GC” because that’s his job title, General Contractor.

For those who don’t know, a GC is responsible for ensuring that everything gets done on a construction site in the correct order. For example, if you are building a bathroom, first you put up the wall studs, then the electrical is run and the plumbing supply lines are roughed in. next the drywall goes up, then the tile, and the baseboards. The walls, ceiling, and trim get painted, then the cabinets, light fixtures and switches are installed. Lastly the plumbing fixtures go in. So you can see, a GC has to deal with several different subcontractors and co-ordinate their efforts. It’s a stressful job, and you need the co-operation of the various people….and it’s hard to get people to work with you if you’re screaming swear words at them, something GC never figured out.

This might be a good time to give you a visual of the restaurant layout. This is by no means to scale, just a sketch to give you an idea of what’s going on.

There are 3 ADO’s to be installed, 2 on the entrance and one on the handicapped washroom. The conventional washrooms are down a set of stairs on the right, and by law, there has to be a washroom available for people using wheelchairs, marked as HC on the drawing. This is on a bit of a corridor of sorts used by the servers to bring food in and dishes out. The partitions separating the corridor are about shoulder-high, separating the corridor from the seating area, which is what the circles with 4 chairs represent. These are tables, booths, etc., with a smattering of service stands for order entry, and bits and pieces like extra cutlery.

The décor was fancy, and meant to resemble a Victorian Gentlemen’s Club, with oak throughout, and thick carpets on the floors. Worthy of mention is the feature wall at the front, with alcoves for displaying sculptures, and places to hang paintings.

So GC calls us, and they are ready for the ADO’s.

We arrive, and install. By the terms of the bid, it’s BigDaddy’s responsibility to supply dedicated 120v electricity for the ADOs and to run the 12v wires from the activation plates to the top of the doorway so they can be connected to the circuit board for the ADO. This wasn’t present at the time of the install, so he ran an extension cord to power the ADO, and used a wireless transmitter and receiver to trigger it. All of this was specified in the bid, which said that we could install, and then return to hook up the wires once they get run. Barry came and supervised the tech installing the ADOs personally. When GC signed off, buried in the description was a line or two referencing the relevant sections of the bid.

When GC signed off on the handicap washroom install there was a line noting that BigDaddy assumes all responsibility for compliance with the relevant building code section.

GC didn’t bother to read what he was signing, just scribbled a signature and took his copy. Barry made certain the tech was right beside him when GC signed off.

Malicious Compliance #1

It’s about 2 weeks before opening, and they are in the finishing stages. Barry gets a frantic call from GC that none of the ADO’s are working, and they need these to be functional, or they won’t get their occupancy permit. Barry heads down the next day with the tech.

Barry: “Well, I found the problem.” GC: “So fix the fucking problem” Barry: “There’s no 120v run to the doors, and there’s no 12v wires to hook up the buttons.” GC: “You didn’t run the power? Why didn’t you run the power?” Barry: “It’s not in the scope of work in the bid. You’re supposed to do it.” GC: “Why didn’t you tell me that when you were here the first time.” Barry: “I did, and you signed off on it.” GC: “Where’s the fucking electrician? Electrician, get your ass over here.” Electrician: “What’s up?” GC: “Why isn’t there any power for these door operators?” Electrician: “It’s not part of my scope of work.” Barry: “There’s some good news…” GC: “What?” Barry: “If we use wireless for the buttons, we won’t need 12v wires. I’ll have to bill you for it as an add-on, but once you get me 120v, these ADO’s will be working.”

NOW GC realizes how fucked he is. The interior of the restaurant is 90% complete, and there is no power to a critical part of the building. Without it, no permit. BigDaddy has fucked up big time, assuming that either Barry or the Electrician would run the wires, and not putting it into the scope of either bid. The electrical panel is in the back of the kitchen, and there’s no way to bring 120v to the front entrance, except across the ceiling, which would be nearly impossible. All of the lighting and the ornate false ceiling was already in. Even if he was able to magically do that, he would either have to run a metal conduit down the surface of the feature wall, or rip out a good chunk of it, run the wires, and reinstall it. The handicap washroom ADO wasn’t as much of a problem, since it was closer and the wires could be run through the false ceiling. The section that contained the handicap washroom also had offices and storage with a t-bar ceiling, unlike the main room, that had 20 foot ceilings. The electrician charged GC big dollars for the extra work.

Malicious Compliance #2

Remember the handicap washroom? When the building inspector came to do a pre-check, they discovered that the square footage of the washroom, minus the area taken up by the in-swinging door, was less than the required minimum. They needed a quick fix, as dismantling the washroom, moving a wall, and relocating the plumbing fixtures would be too expensive, and would take too long. So GC decided to reverse the swing of the door, and have it swing into the corridor, rather than into the washroom. This had a really bad effect on the operation of FancyAss once it opened, as any time someone wanted to use the washroom, the door blocked the flow of servers in and out of the kitchen. And people are lazy…even able bodied people were prone to using this washroom as it was closest. I don’t know what the conversations between FancyAss and BigDaddy were like, but I imagine they were pretty intense….but who gives a fuck. GC signed off on that, too.

And Barry got to invoice for a whole new ADO, as the original was a “pull” style, and reversing the swing meant that a “push” style was required.

Pro Revenge

GC called a few days after discovering that the entrance doors needed 120v, to tell Barry that the 120v was available. Barry heads down with the tech to check it out.

In the vestibule was a heater known as an “air curtain”. It’s a big heater, designed to push a high volume of warmed air into the vestibule, to mitigate cold outside air entering the restaurant. It pulls a significant amount of electricity every time it kicks on, and GC had tied the 120v for the entrance door ADO’s into the same circuit.

Barry explains that the bid specified that the ADO’s require their own dedicated circuits, one for each. GC responds that he doesn’t give a shit, hook the goddamn things up, so Barry does, and has GC sign off again. Only this time buried in the sign off sheet is an acknowledgement that by not providing dedicated circuits, all warranties are void, and subsequent service would be billable. Just like usual, GC scribbles his signature and takes his copy without reading it.

These ADO’s are finicky about power. There’s a motor (obviously) controlled by a circuit board that determines how fast the door opens, how long it stays open, how fast it closes, how much force is used, that sort of thing. If it takes a spike in power it fails, and the ADO no longer functions.

A power spike blows a fuse and damages one of the components of the control board. This is replaceable, and the part is worth about 30 bucks. The control board can be fixed in about half an hour, with another half hour on a scope to make certain everything is good. Barry had sent one of the techs to the manufacturer to be certified in rebuilding the board, even though our standard was to just ship them back to the manufacturer and get a replacement.

Sure enough, a couple of days later GC calls in a panic. They have the final occupancy inspection scheduled for the next day, and one of the ADO’s at the entrance is down.

GC: “Your fucking ADO isn’t working. Get down here and fix it.” Barry: “Okay, but this isn’t covered under warranty. It’s billable.” GC: “What the fuck are you talking about? It’s not even been a week and it’s broken. It’s warranty.” Barry: “No, warranties were all voided when you didn’t provide clean power.” GC: “Fuck that. Get down here and put in a new ADO.” Barry: “It doesn’t need a new ADO. It needs a new control board. And I can get a new control board from the manufacturer in 4 to 6 weeks.”

GC loses his mind. There’s no way he can delay the opening of FancyAss for 6 weeks waiting for a part. He calls Barry every name in the book, threatens legal action, etc.

Barry responds, “Look GC, I have a control board on the shelf that was rebuilt by a factory certified technician. I can let you have it at 80% of the list price of a new one, and I can have it installed by noon tomorrow. Do you want the rebuilt, or the new part, and do you agree that this is billable as per the terms of the bid?”

GC: “Yes! Just get the fucking thing fixed by tomorrow!”

Now Barry knows that GC and BigDaddy were going to fuck him just like they did years ago. That ended up being a “I never said that” dispute. What GC didn’t know was every time he called Barry, the call was recorded. You know the “This call may recorded for quality assurance purposes” that you get when you dial in? Well Barry never used his cell phone, never initiated a call, and every time GC called in it was recorded and archived. Every. Single. Time.

Sure enough, another couple of days go by, and an ADO goes down again. Barry asks if GC is good with the rebuild, gets confirmation, removes the blown part, installs the rebuild, then takes the blown control board back to the shop and rebuilds it.

A new control board is $750.00. The rebuild he’s charging $600.00, for a part that maybe costs $75 to get back into shape. The bid specified that non-warranty service was $125/hr minimum 4 hours, so tack on another $500.00 for labour, and it takes maybe 45 minutes to install a new control board and dial it in. So every control board replacement was generating $1,100.00.

There were 27 blown control board swaps in the first 2 months. GC called in every one of them, and Barry got his verbal approval. If someone from FancyAss called in, we gave them GC’s number, and said that we could only come and fix it if GC was the one to call it in.

Then Barry gets a call from Daddy of BigDaddy wanting to know what this invoice for almost 30 grand is for. Barry explains, and a meeting is called, Barry brings his lawyer, and all copies of the sign-off sheets, as well as transcripts of every conversation he had with GC. It becomes very apparent that GC fucked up large, and that Barry had every “I” dotted and every “T” crossed.

BigDaddy is glaring daggers at GC, and basically tells Barry that if he wants to get paid, he’s going to have to sue for the money.

Barry smiles, and slides his ace across the table. It’s a Contractor’s Lien against BigDaddy, FancyAss Restaurant, and Massive Realty Company, the owners of the building.

Here’s the thing. FancyAss was owned by Internationally Famous Chef (IFC), who makes his living getting Very Important People to invest in opening a new restaurant. This is a place where they go to be Very Important, and bring their business contacts with them. After a short time, when the restaurant is the happening place in town, the investors sell the place, and cash out large. IFC sticks around, helps with the transition, and makes a percentage of the restaurant’s profits for the use of his name. He’s built an income stream with the investor’s money, and the investors make a nice return.

Only now they can’t sell, with a lien on the place. And these investors have rabid fucking pitbulls as lawyers. Hell, some of them ARE lawyers.

See you in court, BigDaddy. Only you’re not facing Barry’s lawyer, you’re facing a whole new level of legal expertise. Have fun with that.

Barry got his revenge, and then withdrew service based on the disputed invoice. He’s the only company allowed to service and install this brand of ADO as he has a protected territory from the manufacturer, and does seven figures worth of business with them a year. The only other companies anywhere nearby were warned off by the manufacturer, who even relayed the fact that BigDaddy had called them directly looking for service, and they referred BigDaddy to Barry.

Barry will definitely get paid, as it’s a standard to hold back 10% of the payment to a construction company for a year, and the holdback will definitely cover the invoice. So FancyAss will pay Barry and then take it out of BigDaddy’s holdback. Either that, or they will sue BigDaddy into dust, and force BigDaddy to cough up and settle the lien.

Who knows what company BigDaddy picked up to cover the ADO’s. Barry has friends in the industry and warned them all off, but there are asshole competitors, and Barry didn’t say a thing to them. Maybe BigDaddy is screwing over one of the competition, and what hurts his competition, helps Barry.

What makes this deliciously Pro? You think maybe, just maybe, Barry, who has decades of experience in the industry, might have had an Electrician friend that could show him the Electrical bid? And that maybe Barry knew from the beginning that there was no provision for 120v in either package? Or that the washroom was too small? Or that GC, a corner cutter, would take the easy way out and hook the ADO’s into the air curtain?

Way to go, Barry. Nicely played.

TL;DR A subcontractor complies with a bid, to the letter, and covers his ass in all correspondence, General Contractor ends up paying big dollars for their error, allowing subcontractor to recover money he was screwed out of years ago.

(source) (story by balles_de_acier)

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