#wren fletcher

[lifes-remedy]

Science!

Same VA, Same interest. Where do your passions lie?

[quietfounder]

I wonder what Wren would think of Cosmo and Wanda, or just the concept of fairies in general.

I completely expect her and Hazel to get along really well, and it's not only because they share the same voice actress.

[eulaliasims]

Gameplay? On *my* blog? It's more likely than you think.

I really wanted to play the current uni students, but I needed to age up just one more sim, so we're gonna drop in at the Fletchers' for one (1) whole day so Wren can join the rest of the new college kiddies (despite what the pop-up says, they had a C+, which is literally all I require of my sims to go to uni if they have a want).

Last round, Autumn aged into an elder, Julian there grew into a child, and the family adopted Marzipan the orange cat. Ashley also grew up last round and has been away at uni; lotta birthdays in this house lately.

Hi, Tegan!

[ampersandnotdash]

Oh Wren, my quirky little science geek. My heart is breaking for you.

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Byrd: Hey, it’s Levi! Wren: Ew. Byrd: C’mon, it’s been ages-.. let’s say hi. Robin: He’s not gonna want-… [Robin sighed as Byrd ignored him and skipped toward Levi] Byrd: What’cha doin’? [Levi jumped as Byrd leapt in front of him, offering a tight smile as he glanced toward the coffee shop] Levi: I’m busy. Byrd: Doing..? Penny: Who’s-.. oh. [Penny glanced toward Byrd, then Wren and Robin in turn, her nose crinkling] Penny: Eugh, of course he has a million siblings. Levi: C’mon-… Penny: You look even more like a ridiculous loser without your uniform on, by the way. Wren: Takes one to know one-.. who’re you dressed up as, Budget Barbie? Penny: Excuse me?! [Penny’s mouth hung open in shock, the audacity!] Penny: Uh, Levi. [Levi blinked as Penny addressed him, realising he probably ought to defend his girlfriend] Levi: At least she doesn’t look like a scrub. Wren: [scoffs] I’m the scrub? Pot kettle black, acting like that-.. both of you. Penny: [whispers] What is she talking about? Byrd: Even I know what that means. [Robin mightn’t have laughed if it weren’t for the look on Levi’s face, but he couldn’t help it] Penny: Oh sure, you can make a sound when it’s to laugh at someone else-.. prick! Levi: Let’s just go. Byrd: Bye, I guess. … Wren: Why would he wanna go out with someone so snooty? Byrd: Probably ‘cause she’s pretty. Robin: You think? Byrd: No! I just meant that Levi must think so-.. y’know, ‘cause he’s the one going out with her… Robin: Uh-huh. Wren: She looks like someone shot her with a makeup gun-.. for clowns. Robin: Wren. Wren: What? It’s true. Robin: C’mon, Alex is gonna be wondering where we are.

[that-one-thespian]

The Mages Were Missing

(There's still an hour left in my VERY good friend @crash-bump-bring-the-whump's birthday so I'm NOT late! This is the first of several writes in response to this incredible piece)

Izan hadn’t answered her texts. Mariano hadn’t come over after his shift like he always did. Laredo had missed a stream. Manuel didn’t come to the date that Fletcher was so excited for. Individual incidents, happening too quickly to be coincidence, made even more suspicious when Wren looked into Dimitri and realized there had been no activity on his social media. No matter how bad it was, he always posted a picture of his hideous dog in various outfits every day. 

The mages were missing. 

Tracking them down took too long. Way too long. Wren pored over security camera footage of their last known locations. The coffee shop, convenience stores, laundromats, she filtered through their cameras, finding nothing. Hours of footage. Nothing. Blind spots, erased footage, convenient glitches in the security systems. She needed a new tactic.

Police reports. Fire department logs. Dimitri was aggressive above all else, there would be an arson report, a burning building, a noise complaint, something.

After hours of searching for clues, she finally found a report. A burning hedge, near Dimitri’s apartment. 9:27 AM. Going back to her security footage, she scrubbed to that timestamp for the convenience store closest to the address. Blind spot. Someone knew she would be looking. There was only one person that clever, that surgical, and who had a bone to pick with each one of the war mages. She tried to keep tabs on him, but she could usually only narrow it down to the city he was in.

Luis was back.

Not for long, now that Wren was on the hunt. 

She scoured car rental agencies, setting her software to scan highway footage for similar cars to the ones just barely in her field of vision in the security footage, searching the previous footage for more images of the car to narrow things down. Her coffee drained from its mug. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. 

On her sixth hour of searching, she found his newest alias: Juan Herrero. John Smith, really? Beneath the anxiety and steely determination, she let herself feel a flash of derision. Finally, finally, she found the rental cabin under his name, booked at a steal because the owners were remodeling the basement. 

Wren whistled, loud enough to fill the clinic, and grabbed the car keys.

It was time to get their mages back. 

~

Wren stood at the back of the group, checking her tablet as Fletcher worked at the lock on the cabin's front door. The comms were working, but she couldn't guarantee there wouldn't be some sort of device to jam their signals.

Archer stood directly behind Fletcher, looking murderous. He always did, when Luis was involved. "Luis is crafty. We can't let him separate us. We-"

Several things happened in the same instant.

Click.

"I got it!"

Fletcher pushed open the door.

Fletcher yelped.

Fletcher was gone.

"Fletch-" Archer reached for him, but his solid metal hand closed over empty air. The team was left staring into a dark foyer, listening to the fading footsteps echoing off the walls.

Archer cursed under his breath. "It's a trap." He ran inside without another word, his expression somehow even more murderous. "Elana-"

"Here!" Elana thundered after him into the dark, leaving only Jewel and Wren on the doorstep.

"So much for don't get separated." Jewel looked hesitantly at Wren. "We should find the mages, while we know Luis is... occupied."

Wren nodded, pressing forward into the darkness.

~

Frozen hinges reluctantly yielded, screeching as Wren braced her back against the door and forced it open. She had to cover her face at the rush of cold, blinking against it.

Fluorescent lights flickered above them, dimly illuminating bleached hair and red, blistered, frost-crusted palms. 

Dimitri laid there on the floor, unmoving.

Jewel rushed into the freezer, cupping his cheek with one hand and putting two fingers at his neck with the other. “I’ve got a pulse. Help me get him up, we need to get him outside."

He wasn’t even shivering anymore. Even from the doorway, Wren could see the scorch marks on his hands. He must have been trying to keep warm using his magic alone, without any focus or gloves to protect him. 

When she grabbed his shoulder to lift him up, Wren startled. Dimitri’s eyes were open, locked on hers with the exhausted, terrified focus of someone who expected to be left behind.

“R… ru-run.”

Wren felt a chill run down her spine.

“We know it’s Luis. Archer and Elana are on him. We’re going to get you out of here, just hang on.” Jewel wrapped her jacket around Dimitri’s shoulders.

“C-care…ful.” Dimitri’s voice was hoarse, strained. Each syllable scraped past his lips like the hinges Wren had forced to move against their will. “Said… hid- hidden.”

“I can find them.” Jewel’s voice was level as she helped him to a sitting position. That was how they found Dimitri in the first place- Jewel had nearly collapsed from the force of the despair when they got close enough.

Wren slid his arm around her shoulders, flinching from the frozen clothes against her neck. It took too long to get him outside, to drape a blanket over him and give him a water bottle that he clutched to his chest. Every second was another second where Archer and Elana and Fletcher faced down Luis.

They still had four war mages to find.

[merrybandofmurderers]

tagged by @fade-and-loathing-in-thedas to use this picrew. made some dwarves and my alienage vigilante squad

Cadeyrn Vasca (he/ney)

Raleigh Cadash (he/him)

Adia Cadash (she/her)

Eliseo Cadash (he/him)

Fletcher Cadash (they/them)

Reza Cadash (she/her)

Sable (ze/they)

Zenith (ze/zir)

Wren (he/him)

Jude (they/them)

@mrs-theirin, @calicostorms, @ringneckedpheasant, @transfenris-truther, @brainworm-terrarium

[emends]

tags: wren.

·  𐡀  𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴.  ៸ ៸ ៸  wren burkley. ·  𐡀  𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴.  ៸ ៸ ៸  wren. ·  𐡀  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.  ៸ ៸ ៸  wren. ·  𐡀  𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲.  ៸ ៸ ៸  wren. ·  𐡀  𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙴𝚂.  ៸ ៸ ៸  wren. ·  𐡀  𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈.  ៸ ៸ ៸  wren. ·  𐡀  𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽.  ៸ ៸ ៸  wren. ·  𐡀  𝙸 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙿𝚂.  ៸ ៸ ៸  wren & fletcher.

[pupsmailbox]

hi me again.

do you have names similar to Buck or Callahan?

asking for a friend.

BUCK︰ aaron. ace. alan. alayna. alison. allie. amelia. ava. axel. babs. baja. bak. baker. baki. baqia. bash. basia. bass. basye. baz. bear. becca. beck. becka. beretta. bessie. bevis. beyza. biagio. bice. bijou. bijoux. bo. boaz. booker. boone. bosco. boyce. boyko. boyne. boys. bozica. bret. brock. bronco. brooks. burke. buse. bush. buster. busy. buz. buzz. cash. chea. clayton. colt. crash. cupid. damon. danner. delilah. delta. denim. diana. diesel. doe. draven. dublin. evelyn. fallow. felix. flat. franken. grayson. gunner. hunter. isabella. jake. janna. jayce. joe. john. kaitlynn. kamina. kevin. king. laura. lollia. lucky. lux. mace. maile. mary. moose. mycah. nike. nora. ranger. remington. rhett. ripp. rocket. sargent. sawyer. shooter. slide. striker. tabitha. tank. tesa. tucker. uda. walker. whitney. wolf. wyatt.

CALLAHAN︰ acey. adelaide. ahlia. alen. allan. allen. amelia. anders. asher. avary. bailey. beckett. bellamy. benjamin. bennett. brady. branigan. brennan. brina. brooklin. brooks. caelum. cailean. caillen. cailyn. calan. calhoun. callaghan. callan. callen. calloway. callum. calum. calvin. camira. canaan. cannon. carrington. carter. cayleen. caylin. celaeno. celie. celine. celyn. chailyn. chalina. charlotte. chelan. cheslyn. chilion. chisholm. cholena. clem. cleme. cleon. coilin. coleman. colin. colleen. collin. colm. colman. colon. conal. conifer. connolly. connor. corin. cullen. declan. deimos. delaney. donovan. dorie. driana. eleanor. elixir. ely. emerson. emma. emmett. eszti. evelyn. everett. exa. finley. finn. finnegan. finnian. finnigan. fletcher. griffe. griffin. harper. harrison. hudson. itai. jack. kalvi. kannon. kason. kelan. kellan. kieran. killian. kimmie. kincaid. kylan. lachlan. lady. larami. liam. lile. lincoln. macaulay. madigan. maeve. magdala. makena. matthias. melitta. melrose. mozelle. murry. oakley. oliver. ottie. owen. parker. ponk. quest. quinn. rorie. rowan. salomon. sawyer. seamus. sebastian. shanti. sloane. sophia. sullivan. talen. tetra. theodore. thursday. tryphena. vick. violet. wren. xil.

[thatbiologist]

G’eth Character Name Bank

First Names

Masculine Names

Alfred, Andrew, Arlo, Arthur, Balthazar, Barry, Ben, Benedick, Bernard, Burchard, Cedric, Charibert, Crispin, Cyrill, Daegal, Derek, Digory, Drustan, Duncan, Edmund, Edwin, Elric, Evaine, Frederick, Geffery, George, Godfreed, Gregory, Guy, Harris, Harry, Horsa, Hugh, Humphrey, Iago, Jack, Jeremy, John, Kazamir, Kenric, Lawrence, Leoric, Lorik, Luke, Lynton, Lysander, Madoc, Magnus, Maukolum, Micheal, Miles, Milhouse, Mordred, Mosseus, Ori, Orvyn, Neville, Norbert, Nycolas, Paul, Percival, Randulf, Richard, Robert, Roderick, Stephen, Tennys, Theodoric, Thomas, Tristan, Tybalt, Victor, Vincent, Vortimer, Willcock, Willian, Wymond

Feminine Names

Adelin, Alice, Amelia, Beatrix, Beryl, Bogdana, Branwyne, Brigida, Catalina, Catherine, Claudia, Crystina, Deanna, Desdemona, Elaine, Elinora, Eliza, Enide, Eva, Ferelith, Fiora, Freya, Gertrude, Gregoria, Gueanor, Gwen, Gwendolyn, Hannah, Hegelina, Helen, Helga, Heloise, Henrietta, Igraine, Imogen, Jacquelyn, Jane, Jean, Jenny, Jill, Juliana, Juliet, Katie, Leela, Lettice, Lilibet, Lilith, Lucy, Luthera, Luz, Lyra, Malyna, Margherita, Marion, Meryl, Millie, Miranda, Molle, Morgana, Morgause, Nezetta, Nina, Novella, Olwen, Oriana, Oriolda, Osanna, Pamela, Petra, Philippa, Revna, Rohez, Rosalind, Rose, Sallie, Sarra, Serphina, Sif, Simona, Sophie, Thomasine, Tiffany, Ursula, Viola, Winifred, Yrsa, Ysabella, Yvaine, Zelda, Zillah

Gender-Neutral/Unisex Names

Adrian, Alex, Aiden, Arden, Ariel, Auden, Avery, Bailey, Blaire, Blake, Brett, Breslin, Caelan, Cadain, Cameron, Charlie, Dagon, Dana, Darby, Darra, Devon, Drew, Dylan, Evan, Felize, Fenix, Fernley, Finley, Glenn, Gavyn, Haskell, Hayden, Hunter, Jace, Jaime, Jesse, Jo, Kai, Kane, Karter, Kieran, Kylin, Landon, Leslie, Mallory, Marin, Meritt, Morgan, Nell, Noel, Oakley, Otzar, Paris, Peregrine, Quant, Quyn, Reagan, Remy, Robin, Rowan, Ryan, Sam, Samar, Sasha, Sloan, Stace, Tatum, Teegan, Terrin, Urbain, Vahn, Valo, Vick, Wallace, Waverly, Whitney, Yardley, Yarden, Zasha

Surnames

Surnames, Patrilineal - First Name (Patrilineal Surname)

Ace, Allaire, Appel, Arrow, Baker, Bamford, Barnard, Beckett, Berryann, Blakewood, Blanning, Bigge, Binns, Bisby, Brewer, Brickenden, Brooker, Browne, Buller, Carey, Carpenter, Carter, Cheeseman, Clarke, Cooper, Ead, Elwood, Emory, Farmer, Fish, Fisher, Fitzroy, Fletcher, Foreman, Foster, Fuller, Galahad, Gerard, Graves, Grover, Harlow, Hawkins, Hayward, Hill, Holley, Holt, Hunter, Jester, Kerr, Kirk, Leigh, MacGuffin, Maddock, Mason, Maynard, Mercer, Miller, Nash, Paige, Payne, Pernelle, Raleigh, Ryder, Scroggs, Seller, Shepard, Shore, Slater, Smith, Tanner, Taylor, Thatcher, Thorn, Tilly, Turner, Underwood, Vaughan, Walter, Webb, Wilde, Wood, Wren, Wyatt, Wynne

Surnames, Townships in G’eth - First Name of (Location)

Abelforth, Argent Keep, Barrow Springs, Barrowmere, Bedford, Brunhelm, Bumble, Casterfalls, Dunbridge, Falmore Forest, Folk’s Bounty, Frostmaid, Fulstad, Heller’s Crossing, Hertfordshire, Humberdale, Inkwater, Little Avery, Marrowton, Mistfall, Mistmire, Morcow, Necropolis-on-Sea, Otherway, Parsendale, Piddlehinton, Port Fairwind, Redcastle, Ransom, Rutherglen, Saint Crois, Tanner’s Folly, Tavern’s Point, Wilmington

Surnames, Geographical Locations in G’eth - First Name of the (Location)

Cove of Calamity, Deep Woods of Falmore, Eastern Isles, Eastern Mountains, Foothills, Frozen Peak, Lakes, Maegor Cobblestones, Northern Mountains, Southern Isle, Tangle, West Coast, Wild Wild Woods, Woods of Angarad

Surnames, Nickname - First Name the (Something) 

Bald, Bastard, Bear, Bearded, Big, Bird, Bold, Brave, Broken, Butcher, Bruiser, Careless, Caring, Charitable, Clever, Clumsy, Cold, Confessor, Coward, Crow, Cyclops, Devious, Devoted, Dog, Dragonheart, Dreamer, Elder, Faithful, Fearless, Fey, Fool, Friend, Generous, Giant, Goldheart, Goldfang, Gouty, Gracious, Great, Hag, Handsome, Hawk, Honest, Huge, Humble, Hungry, Hunter, Innocent, Ironfist, Ironside, Keeper, Kind, Lesser, Liar, Lionheart, Little, Loyal, Magical, Mercenary, Merchant, Messenger, Old, Orphan, Pale, Polite, Poet, Poor, Prodigy, Prophet, Proud, Reliable, Romantic, Rude, Selfish, Sellsword, Scab, Scholar, Shield, Shy, Singer, Sirrah, Slayer, Slug, Small, Stoneheart, Swift, Tadde, Talented, Tart, Tenacious, Timid, Tiny, Tough, Traveller, Trusted, Truthful, Viper, Wizard, Wolf, Wyrm

[sjsmith56]

You’ll Never Know

Summary: Non-canon one shot. Bucky meets a Wren on his arrival in Liverpool in June, 1943. This is their story, told in flashback by post-FATWS Bucky.

Length: 5.8 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, named OFC, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, named OMC.

Warnings: Flirty Bucky, jealousy, Bucky dealing with his first HYDRA experience, anxiety.

Author’s notes: See after the story for more to avoid spoilers. Growing up in a family with British veterans of WW2, I was exposed to much of the music of the time. Vera Lynn was a national treasure to the British. You'll Never Know, sung by Vera Lynn.  Words and music by Jean Miles, Paul Robi and Tony Williams.  https://youtu.be/JZtWNlCTc6o?si=b8CQJx98_JmY5rvz. Dividers from vecteezy.com.

There was always a certain level of anxiety present whenever Bucky had to wait for something.  Perhaps it was because of all those years of being forced to be silent and still while he waited for a target to enter the cross hairs.  Or maybe it was just his thoughts overwhelming him and the nervous tics manifesting physically; the sniff of his nose, the intense stare followed by the pulse of muscle in his cheek, or the intense scrutiny of his hands.  It was obvious to Sam that as the private jet got closer to England that Bucky might be reaching the point where he would change his mind about this meeting.

"Tell me about her," he said, to the man who had become his friend.  Bucky glared at him, knowing damn well that Sam knew about Helen, as it had been reported in every fucking newspaper in the United States and England since the news about him and her went public.  Sam shook his head and leaned forward, fixing Bucky in his gaze.  "No, I mean, tell me more than what I've read about."

The former Winter Soldier sighed and looked out the window of the jet.  He thought back all those years to when his ship landed in Liverpool, at the end of June 1943, disgorging the thousands of American soldiers it carried, into that port, where trucks were waiting to distribute the arriving men to various bases, waiting for the next leg of their journey to the front.  He looked Sam in the eye, noticing a serious demeanour rather than his usual joking manner.  He nodded, then began talking.

It was raining the day the Americans arrived, not a pouring rain but a soft drizzle that slowly soaked everything it came into contact with.  Helen Fletcher, a Wren Clerk in the Women's Royal Naval Service, was waiting beside one of several trucks with a clipboard of names of the soldiers who were being transported to Sefton, a small village on the Merseyside, northwest of Liverpool proper.  Even with her raincoat on and holding an umbrella over her head, she was soaked.  These men were only going to be at the base for a few days before boarding another transport ship that would take them elsewhere, as their destination was classified.  Given the rumours going around it was likely they were heading to Sicily, as part of the invasion force of Italy, but Helen knew better than to share that information.  The driver of the truck nearest to her put up a sandwich board on the bonnet, high enough for the men of the 107th Infantry to see they had to check in with her.  As the steady stream of men disembarked in the drizzle, other clerks in front of their trucks checked in the soldiers for their dispersal to other bases, some of them being driven directly to the train station to transport the men deeper into the heart of England.  It was strange how Helen would always remember hearing the opening lines of You'll Never Know at that exact moment, blaring from a speaker that was broadcasting a steady stream of music.

You'll never know just how much I miss you

You'll never know just how much I care

And if I tried, I still couldn't hide my love for you

You ought to know, for haven't I told you so

A million or more times?

"Barnes, James Buchanan, Sergeant, 107th Infantry," drawled a noticeable Brooklyn accent. 

She looked up to see the bluest eyes she had ever seen in the middle of an incredibly handsome face.  He seemed taken aback by her as well, as a soft grin appeared on his face.

"Do you need my serial number, phone number, date of birth, marital status or ...?"

She smiled at him, then returned her attention back to the task at hand.

"Thank you, Sergeant, no."  She gestured to the trucks behind her.  "If you'll just board a truck marked as heading to Sefton that would be acceptable."

"Hey, I know this song," he said, turning his head towards the speaker.  "Alice Faye sang it in a movie.  I didn't know it was out as a record."

"It's Vera Lynn," she answered.  She looked at the next man in line.

"That's Johnson, Martin Frederick, Private, 107th Infantry," said Bucky, before the man could speak.  "Board one of the trucks marked for Sefton, Johnson."  Helen looked at him with some disbelief.  "Just tryin' to help ma'am.  I know all these jokers.  Some of them aren't to be trusted around a pretty lady like yourself."

"And you are to be trusted, I presume?"  She awkwardly checked off Johnson's name then levelled a cool look at Bucky.

"Very much so," he smiled.  He looked at the umbrella and gently took it from her, freeing up her hands so she could check off the names on her list. "How should I address you, ma'am?"

"Wren Clerk Fletcher," she answered, with her position pronounced in British fashion, sounding similar to clark, instead of the American clerk.

Of course, he mistook her pronunciation as Clark-Fletcher.  "Wren, that's a pretty name."

"It's part of my rank, Sergeant.  I'm a clerk in the Women's Royal Naval Service, Wren's for short.  Now, if you'll let me continue doing my job."

He smirked a little, then identified the next man in line, and everyone else that was waiting to check in.  The whole time he kept her entertained with comments and observations about different things, while asking questions about the entertainment options available in Sefton.  She tried to keep her responses professional, especially when her supervisor, Leading Wren Clerk Fotheringham, came to check on her progress, but he was so damn charming, it was difficult.  Finally, they had the last man checked in and her driver stowed the sandwich board away, then helped her into the passenger seat of the truck cab, before he took his place behind the steering wheel.  He looked behind them towards the back section of the truck and smirked. 

"He's looking at you."

She turned around to see Sergeant Barnes grinning at her from a gap in the canvas cover of the truck.  Smiling slightly back at him, she faced forward.

"Just get us there and give me a head start to get to the clerk's office."  She shook her head.  "Yanks."

Fortunately, for her, but not for the sergeant, the 107th were ordered to muster in formation at their arrival at the base, where their commanding officer read them into the rules that would govern their behaviour while they were guests of the British Armed Forces.  They had liberty that first evening but would be confined to base after that until the next leg of their transportation had been arranged.  Helen went straight to the clerk's offices to hand in her list of soldiers and peel off her wet raincoat.  As she was still on duty, she and several other of her fellow Wrens performed some filing duties and caught up on their typing.  It was almost 6 pm when she finished, and she met another couple of Wrens to walk to their barracks together, the rain having finally dissipated. 

"Wren Clerk Fletcher!" 

She turned and groaned slightly at the sight of the American sergeant, who had been leaning against the building across from the entrance to the clerk's offices.  He stamped out a cigarette and strode towards her with a big grin on his face.

"Sergeant," she answered then waited to hear what came out of his mouth.

"Do you have plans this evening?"  She had to give him credit for being direct.

"Repairing some stockings," she replied, frankly.  "Or maybe I'll wash out my underwear and hang it up to dry."

He laughed out loud.  "You sounded like one of my sisters just then.  I've grown up with torn stockings, underwear hanging up in the bathroom, curling irons, and all sorts of talk that would make other men blush."  His face grew serious.  "But I'm not other men.  I just wanted to know if you would join me for a drink at a local establishment.  It would be my first experience in a British pub, and I would like to walk in with a pretty girl."

"I really shouldn't fraternize with you," she said, frankly.  "We've been warned about some assumptions you Americans have about us."

He placed his hand over his heart, giving her a wounded expression.  "I assure you that I will be a complete gentleman.  Please, let me buy you a drink."

It would have been easier to turn him down if he weren't so easy on the eyes and if he didn't have such confidence.  But she also knew some of the other women were interested in meeting up with some of the Americans and the last thing she wanted to hear was that someone else had snagged the handsome sergeant.  Despite herself, she was still a woman. 

"Very well.  Meet me at the gate at 7:15.  It's a short walk to the nearest pub, although I expect it will be quite busy."

There was a radio in the barracks and once again it was playing, You'll Never Know.  Bucky hummed along as he shaved in the communal washroom, taking extra care to get every last bit of stubble off his cheeks.  When it got to the second verse of the song, he sang along to it.

You went away and my heart went with you

I speak your name in my every prayer

If there is some other way to prove that I love you

I swear I don't know how

You'll never know if you don't know now

"Who's the object of your attention this time, Sarge?" asked Johnson.  "That Wren clerk?  She's a looker, but she doesn't look like your usual type."

"She's a dame," answered Bucky.  "They're all my type."

There were grins from the others at his assurance in handling women.  Satisfied with his shaving job, he patted on some aftershave, then gathered his kit together and headed towards his bunk.  He dressed in his service uniform, thinking it would be the last time he would look this good.  They would be training for the next two days at least, wearing their combat gear.  During the next sea journey, they would be wearing their fatigues.  After that, who knew?  Finishing off his tie, he tucked it into his shirt, making sure the edges were crisp.  He checked to make sure he had his cigarettes, a couple of rubbers, and his money.  The paymaster had paid them on the ship just prior to their arrival in Liverpool, paying them a combination of American dollars and British pounds.  Most of the men, Bucky included, had signed for most of the American money to be sent home to their families.  Still, he was sure he had enough to pay for drinks for himself and Wren Clerk Fletcher.  With a last patting of his pockets, he headed out of the barracks towards the main gate.

He was surprised to see Fletcher already there, wearing civilian clothing, a blue dress with navy trim, and carrying a white sweater.  Her legs were bare but at least they looked better than the dark stockings she wore with her uniform.  She did smile when they made eye contact.

"You look handsome, Sergeant," she said.  "Much nicer than your fatigues."

"Call me Bucky," he said.  "You look nice as well.  That colour suits you."

"Thank you.  My name is Helen."

They walked out of the gate together, as he followed her lead to the pub.  Other couples were also walking together, mostly British, although it appeared a few of the Americans had banded together to enjoy a night of liberty after a week on the ocean.  The first pub they arrived at had a lineup out the door, so they kept walking, passing by several until they found one that had room.  Finding a booth inside, they shared the same bench and he asked for her preference.

"Gin and tonic," she said.  "I should warn you that the beer is warm.  Most Americans don't seem to like it but it's what we're used to."

"I don't drink much beer," replied Bucky.  "Whiskey is my drink."  A bar man came over and Bucky ordered for both of them.  He turned to look at her.  "So, Helen Fletcher; tell me about yourself.  Are you from here?"

"No, I'm from the south of England, Sussex.  My family have been in the Navy for generations so when the opportunity arose, I enlisted in the Navy as well.  It's been clerical work, mostly, although I've put in for a transfer to a different position, which I'm not at liberty to talk about.  What about you, Sergeant ... sorry, Bucky."

"I'm from Brooklyn, part of New York City." Their drinks came and he offered the bar man his money.  The man waved it off, saying to pay it before he left.  With a smile, he lifted his glass to Helen.  "To your good health.  I worked on the docks, was a boxer, and was in art school for technical drawing when Japan bombed Pearl Harbor.  I'm the oldest of four, the others are sisters, as I told you earlier."

He fished his wallet out of his pocket and withdrew a picture of him with his mother and sisters.  She watched his face as he smiled softly at the photograph, obviously missing his family already.  Placing it carefully back inside he smiled shyly at her, and she realized she had just seen the real man behind the confident mask. 

"Tell me about Brooklyn and New York," she said.  "I grew up near Southampton and there were always ships going there."

"It's always on," he began.  "It doesn't sleep, even when it's quiet there's something always going on somewhere.  On the docks, there are ships being loaded and unloaded, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  I go out to the clubs, as I enjoy jazz and dancing.  If I had more time, I would have liked to take you dancing."

"I would have liked that," she answered.  "Your father ... is he in the picture?"

"He died.  I quit school at 16 to support the family, which is how I ended up at the docks as it paid the best."  He shrugged.  "I wanted to go to college, maybe take engineering or architecture, but it's hard to do when you're pinching pennies to keep your family fed and clothed."

She squeezed his hand and smiled kindly at him.  They talked about many things, laughing when it was funny, and commiserating when it wasn't.  After he paid for their drinks, they walked back to the base in the dark, with Helen using her shielded torch to light the path through the blackout.  Before they got to the gate, Bucky stopped and ran his hand down her arm before he kissed her.  It was a good kiss and Helen kissed him back.  Then they had to run for the gate to check in before curfew.  Even though he didn't have liberty the next few days while waiting for their next embarkation, they met in the base mess hall, for coffee in the evenings.  Sometimes, they sat on a bench and just talked.  Then his orders came through and he didn't have to tell her because she already knew that the Americans were shipping out early the next morning.  They sat on one of those benches, holding hands and although they wanted each other, they both knew there was no way to have enough privacy to satisfy their desires.  When Bucky walked Helen to her barracks before lights out, he looked at her in the darkness, and touched her cheek.

"I have to believe that I'll see you again, some day," he said gently.  "You have my mailing address for the unit.  Drop me a line every so often so that I know you're missing me."

"I will miss you, Bucky," she answered, her voice wavering a little.  "You're not an easy man to forget."

Their kiss goodbye was passionate and filled with the type of longing that neither had ever felt before.  Then they parted and she entered her barracks, leaving him in the dark before he made his way back to his unit.

As he finished telling Sam about those first few days, Bucky knew that was when he fell in love with Helen Fletcher.  Even though she was obviously from a higher social status than he was, she never made him feel like he was anything lesser than herself.  She was funny, independent, self-assured, and unlike any dame he had ever met.  Once he got to know her she was no dame; she was a lady.  The flight attendant arrived with some food for them and asked if they wanted something stronger than coffee to drink.  They both chose scotch.  The meal was great and when the dishes were cleared, they leaned back in their seats and sipped the Macallan scotch that apparently was standard offering on this private jet. 

"So, you obviously saw her again," said Sam.  "When was that?"

"After Steve rescued me from the HYDRA factory," replied Bucky.  "I was in rough shape since I was hiding what Zola did to me.  My nerves were on edge and no matter how much I drank, I couldn't get drunk.  But I agreed to join the Howling Commandos and we were at the pub.  Peggy Carter came in, wearing a killer red dress that stopped conversation.  She ignored me.  Steve was always her guy.  Then she left and we started some serious drinking, until another lady came in, with an escort, an officer.  It was Helen."

The conversation stopped in the pub for a second time and Bucky glanced towards the doorway into the snug, hearing the sound of footsteps approaching.  A British officer was escorting a woman in a Wren's uniform, and Bucky straightened up when he realized the Wren was Helen.  Steve noticed where Bucky was looking and turned to see, then turned back.

"You know her?"

"Yeah, I do," said Bucky.  "Excuse me."

He finished his drink and walked towards the table where the barman was taking the couple's order.  When he moved aside, Helen saw Bucky and her eyes widened before she stood up and wrapped her arms around him.

"Bucky, I thought you were MIA," she cried, as she looked critically at him.  "The last letter I sent to you was returned with that marked on the envelope.  How did you get back?"

"Rescued by that guy over there," he said, pointing at Steve.  Then he looked at her date.  "Who is this?"

The man stood up and offered Bucky his hand.  "Lieutenant Edward Elliot," he said.  "I work with Wren Clerk Leader Fletcher.  We're just friends, I assure you.  Please join us ... your friend as well.  It would be an honour to buy you both a drink."

Bucky waved Steve over and they slid into the horseshoe shaped booth, with Bucky and Helen sitting next to each other.  Elliot found out what they were drinking and ordered from the barman when he brought the original order over.  It was obvious that whatever Bucky thought was happening between Helen and Elliot wasn't as she couldn't keep her eyes off of him.  When the other drinks arrived, Elliot raised his glass.

"Here's to Captain Steve Rogers and his daring rescue of the prisoners in Austria," he said.  "I say, well done Captain.  You showed a lot of initiative in your actions."

They all sipped their drinks and Helen looked at Steve, offering him her hand.  "Since Bucky seems to be a little tongue tied at the moment, I'll introduce myself, Helen Fletcher.  We met in Liverpool when the 107th disembarked after their trip from New York.  Bucky, you did receive my letters before you were captured, didn't you?"

"A few," he said.  "Missed the news about your promotion."

"Well, I am a Wren Clerk Leader now.  I still can't tell you where I'm working but it's closer to London than Liverpool was, that's for certain."  Elliot frowned a little.  "Edward, don't be upset.  After what these gentlemen accomplished, I'm sure they'll be showing up at our offices soon."  She looked at Bucky.  "Were you mistreated during your captivity?"

He barely smiled, then nodded.  "I'd rather not talk about it.  I'm here now, and that's what's important, right?"

"Of course," she answered.  "Do you have liberty coming to you?  I have a few days and I would love to see you."

"He has a few days," said Steve.  "I'm sure he would like to catch up with you.  Three day pass sound alright?"

"Don't we have training?" asked Bucky.

"I think that will wait while you all recuperate."  Steve nodded at Helen.  "Some things are more important than training."

He wasn't about to argue with Steve in front of Helen, but he did back at the base.  It didn't make sense to Steve that Bucky didn't jump at the opportunity to see her.  He had to push his friend quite hard to get the real reason for his reluctance.

"You saw him," said Bucky.  "Handsome lieutenant, obviously at her social status.  What do I have to offer someone like her, compared to him?  It's better I don't pursue it."

"That's bullshit," said Steve, holding out the pass that he approved.  "You know she only had eyes for you and Elliot wasn't bothered by that at all.  For God's sake, Bucky.  Take a fucking chance on love, will ya?"

"Language, Captain," grinned Bucky.  "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"No, I don't.  That was a terrible thing to say to an orphan."

Bucky rolled his eyes, but he accepted the pass and packed a valise for the next three days.  He phoned the number that Helen gave him and made arrangements to meet her at the train station before they went to a friend's flat who was going away to Bath for several days.  They would be alone.  That night, as he tried to sleep, he had doubts but he was also excited at the prospect of seeing her again and actually being with her.  Perhaps, that would help him deal with what he went through in Austria.

The following day, he took a train into London, getting off at the station she mentioned.  When he got up to the street level, she was waiting for him, wearing a green dress and an overcoat, since it was a cold November day.  Taking his arm, she led him to the flat, a short walk away.  Unlocking the door, she stepped inside and waited for him to join her.  When she first mentioned the flat, he thought it would be a small place, like what he would find in Brooklyn.  It was big, with large windows, that had shutters and blackout curtains.  There was a sitting room, dining area, kitchen, bathroom and two bedrooms.  As she hung up her overcoat and removed her galoshes, she stood in the middle of the sitting room, waiting for him to come in further.  He smiled at her but still seemed uncomfortable.

"It's a nice place," he murmured.  "Certainly, nicer than I was expecting."  He looked to the two bedrooms.  "Which one is mine?"

"I was hoping we would share," she said.  "When we last saw each other it was something we wanted.  Do you not feel the same about me?"

He swallowed.  "I don't know if I'm worth ...."  By the look on her face, it wasn't something she wanted to hear.  "How serious are you and Lieutenant Elliot?  I don't want to come between you."

"You think we're together?" She chuckled.  "I'm not his type."  He looked blankly at her.  "Edward doesn't like women, other than as friends.  We enjoy each other's company, but you don't have to worry about him."

"He's ....?"  Bucky couldn't bring himself to say it.

"You can't tell anyone, or he could face a court martial even though he's vital to the war effort.  Now, would you come over here and kiss me like you did when we said goodbye in Liverpool?"

He crossed the room faster than he had ever moved before and wrapped her in his arms as he kissed her deeply.  It led to the bedroom and for the first time, they shared more than a kiss.  Bucky had to go back to his bag for a rubber and stopped to turn on the radio so the music would drown out the sounds of their lovemaking.  He almost laughed out loud when You'll Never Know came on.  It was definitely their song.

(You went away and my heart went with you

I speak your name in my every prayer)

If there is some other way to prove that I love you

I swear I don't know how.

You'll never know if you don't know now

They laid in the rumpled bedclothes afterwards, with the afternoon sun shining on them, as they faced each other.  Bucky played with Helen's hair as he gazed at her face.  She noticed some marks on his chest and touched them gently.

"What happened?"  He swallowed and looked away for a moment.  "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'll listen and perhaps that will help."

"You can't tell Steve," he said.  "He'll look at me as if I'm different and I couldn't stand that." 

"Alright, it will be between us."

"I was tortured by HYDRA in that Austrian factory.  They cut me open as part of a medical experiment.  There was a doctor, Zola, who was ...." 

He shook his head and Helen kissed him, then held him in her arms as he buried his face in her neck.  It was the only time he would ever speak of what he went through.  She never told a soul.

The next three days were spent exploring London, as Helen showed him the city, having been there many times.  They visited the parks, Buckingham Palace, and even several museums.  The evenings at the flat were for listening to and dancing to music, then making love for hours, as Bucky showed he had great stamina in that area.  On the day of his return to base she walked him to the train station, and they stood outside the gate, gazing at each other before he picked his valise up and showed his ticket to enter the platform.  She watched him until he was out of sight, then returned to the flat, getting dressed in her uniform for her return to Bletchley Park, where she was part of the contingent that operated the Colossus computers used to break the Axis codes and cyphers.  Elliot, the officer in charge of the support staff in the Colossus room asked if she had a good rest and she just smiled then said she hardly slept a wink.

Whenever Bucky was back in London she would try to get leave at the same time.  Usually, she managed but it wasn't always possible.  Still, they counted all the time they had together as precious.  For over a year, when they were together, they were inseparable, except for their work.  After Christmas together, in 1944, Bucky made the decision to ask her to marry him.  He almost did it then, but Helen was a bit under the weather with a stomach ailment, and he decided to wait for the new year, when she felt up to celebrating with him. 

The Howling Commandos were called to a mission in Austria, as they were closing in on Red Skull, Johann Schmidt's location.  A train, rumoured to transport Dr. Zola between HYDRA bases, was expected to travel a vulnerable section where an attack could be made on it.  All it needed was three men to zip line onto the top of the speeding train, break inside, take control and arrest Zola for interrogation.  Colonel Phillips was certain that Zola would give up the main base where Red Skull had most of his operations. 

"That's where you fell, wasn't it?" asked Sam.  "Damn.  It was a secret mission, so she didn't even know where you going?"

Bucky nodded his head.  "Just like I didn't know she was in Bletchley Park.  All of the mail we exchanged went to a post office box.  When Steve got back and tried to find her to tell her what happened, he was shut out.  Peggy pulled some strings and was able to get a message to Helen to contact Steve.  He told me on the trip to Siberia after Leipzig that it was the hardest thing he ever did, telling her I was dead.  She just collapsed and he caught her before she hit the floor.  He had to phone Edward Elliot to come for her.  He promised to look after her.  They got married a month later."

"Wait a minute, he was gay, right?"

Bucky nodded.  "But he was her friend, and she was pregnant with my baby.  It saved her reputation, and it sheltered him from any accusations of being gay.  Remember it was illegal in England then.  He could have been arrested, faced a court martial and imprisoned.  They stayed married for over 50 years until she died.  When he died, my son found the box with all the letters between us, including the one she wrote telling me about being pregnant that was returned because I was KIA.    There was also a letter from Edward telling him about me being the Winter Soldier.  That was after I fought Steve on the helicarrier and my identity was reported.  He kept it quiet, until ... well, you know the rest."

"You didn't have to agree to making it public," said Sam.

"I know, but I grew up in a neighbourhood where some people found out that their moms were really their grandmothers or aunts.  Some of them were my friends and it affected them, that the times were so much against single mothers that their families found it necessary to hide the truth.  Hiding the truth kept me a prisoner for 70 years, Sam.  Acknowledging James Elliot as my biological son was the right thing to do.  His real dad was Edward and by all accounts he was a great dad.  They adopted two more kids, and they'll be there as well.  It's closure for them and for me."

"Well, I think it's a brave thing that you're doing, Buck," said Sam.  "I respect the hell out of you for taking this step."

They landed at Heathrow an hour later, and were picked up by a limousine.  Their hotel was beautiful.  Given a two-bedroom suite that looked out over the Thames, it was an impressive sight for both men when they stood on the balcony taking in the cityscape. 

The following morning the BBC liaison phoned to say that the Elliots were arriving at the hotel by 10 am.  The private meeting with them was scheduled for 10:30.  Lunch would be served then the interviews would begin at 2 pm.  Bucky wore dress pants, an open necked shirt, and a sports jacket.  He didn't wear his gloves, deciding to openly display his vibranium hand.  As the time approached Sam reminded him to practice some grounding exercises as he could tell Bucky was anxious.  Then they were called down to the private meeting room, and were introduced to the BBC film crew, who were set up next door while Bucky met his son and son's family for the first time.  It would be filmed from a respectful distance. 

Then the door opened and the Elliots came in.  Bucky could barely breathe as he saw his son, James, a man of 80 years of age, who looked 60.  He had greying hair, but his eyes were as blue as Bucky's, and they shared the same jaw, same cleft in the chin and same build.  With glassy eyes, he approached Bucky and stood before him, studying the man who fathered him in late 1944.  As they hugged, Bucky felt the sobs bursting out of James and he rubbed his back.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you," he murmured.  "I loved your mother very much and wanted to marry her.  I never knew about you."

"I know," he answered as he stood back and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.  "She loved you so much, too.  You falling from the train almost killed her but Dad, he was there for her."

"Edward was a good man and I'm glad he took care of her and of you," said Bucky.  He pulled his own handkerchief out and dabbed at his eyes.  Then he looked at the others.  "Now, introduce me to my grandchildren and great grandchildren, and your siblings."

The introductions were made, then Sam took pictures of them for Bucky.  James' son Alan carried a box in, and they opened it on the coffee table.  It contained all the letters Bucky wrote her, as well as the returned letters from when he was MIA, then KIA.  There was also a photo album and Bucky almost cried again when he saw there were pictures of him and Helen together, then pictures of her, Edward, and the family as they grew up.  They appeared to be a family full of love and respect.

There were so many questions on both sides that were traded back and forth before they were served lunch.  It was obvious by James' youthful appearance that he had inherited some of the super soldier qualities, as he told them about the excellent health he enjoyed, slowed aging, and stamina.  But he wasn't as strong as Bucky, or as quick.  Nor did he have his visual and hearing abilities.  Officially, if they were asked the question, the answer was that he and his family enjoyed good health and nothing more. 

Before they switched to the set-up studio for the interview they asked Bucky about the song, as their mother sang it often, saying it reminded her of an old boyfriend.  He brought it up on his cell phone playlist and told them how it was playing on the Liverpool docks when he first met her, when he shaved for their first date, and how it was playing on the radio the first time they made love.  When the interview was aired, they played the song in its entirety as part of the closing credits that showed the images of a young American sergeant with his British Wren girlfriend.  It could have been portrayed as a tragedy.  Instead, the story was one of enduring love during a time when no one could be sure of their loved ones returning from the war.  On the flight back to New York three days later, Bucky slept the entire way, dreaming of the woman he loved so much.

You'll never know if you don't know now.

More author’s notes: This non-canon story of WW2 Bucky falling in love with a British woman was prompted by the thought of what Bucky would do if he found out he fathered a child during the war. I like to think that he would step up as certainly that was how he was likely raised. Splitting the story into him dealing with his anxiety over meeting his son and his flashbacks of meeting and falling in love with Helen allowed Bucky to get closure on a part of his previous life. The character of Edward Elliot is a tribute to the many gay and lesbian citizens who joined the war effort, even knowing that if they were found out, it would mean court martial and imprisonment. Alan Elliot, Bucky's grandson was named after Alan Turing, influential in the computer work at Bletchley Park that broke the secret German codes. Prosecuted as a homosexual in 1952 he died in disgrace but was formally pardoned in 2009 and is now regarded as one of the founders of the computer age.

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One Shots Masterlist

[hollowmend]

Hollowmend Project Masterlist

Hey all! I’ve been getting a lot of questions lately (especially about Red-Handed Robin Redux), so I thought I’d make a masterlist/FAQ of sorts.

Here’s an overview of all the projects I have going on/planned for the future! All of these projects are commercial.

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Fetch Quest Series

Fetch Quest Remastered  - (Comedy, Fantasy, Otome)

[Coming Soon]

Would-be adventurer Flora accepts a job to retrieve a stolen item for a shady bartender. In order to retrieve the item, she'll have to infiltrate a group of notorious bandits by posing as a new recruit. Fortunately, she has the help of two other adventurers. UNfortunately, her companions seem completely useless without her!

According to the strangely vocal narrator, this would have gone more smoothly if everyone had remembered to make their characters beforehand...

A remastered version of my 2019 NaNoRenO game, Fetch Quest!

FAQ

What’s different from the free version?

-With all new scenes and a brand new “true” ending, the script has gone from 13k words up to 20k words

5 brand new CGs

A new original soundtrack

Shiny new UI

There’s an extras menu now, including a CG gallery, music room, and endings list

Can you date Dan?

Nope! Not this time. 

However, the “true” ending miiiight just be about him…

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Fetch Re;Quest - (Comedy, Slice-of-Life, Stat Raiser, Otome)

[Current Project]

After a remodel of their workplace leaves Flora, Dan, Connor, and Todd with a week’s worth of free-time, the group decides to play some games together…

The perfect opportunity to grind some stats!

Can Flora increase her Acumen, Charm, Gud, or Moxie enough to gain the courage to ask out her crush by the end of a self-imposed one week deadline? Or will she chicken out and be forced to pine after fictional 2D men instead?

Fetch Re;Quest takes place directly after the events of the Fetch Quest remaster’s new “true” ending. Here’s some of what you can expect from the game-

A (very) light stat raiser!

One love interest (It’s Dan.)

No DnD this time, but each stat is tied to a particular video/board game the group plays together. Shenanigans ensue.

Go on a cute date at the end

get all the endings for a special beach day episode

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The Maiden and the Magpie Series

Red-Handed Robin Redux (Dark Fantasy, Otome)

When career thief Robin comes across a boarding pass for the Whirlwind Express, she thinks she's found a literal ticket to freedom. With a case full of stolen jewelry and her loyal bodyguard at her side, she's ready to flee the country in style...

That is, until she runs into her childhood friend turned detective.

Can Robin keep her cool as she navigates a series of magic and mind games? Or will her cover be blown along with her escape plan?

That’s right! Red-Handed Robin is also getting the remaster treatment!

FAQ

What’s different from the free version?

There will be new content and a new canon “Golden End”

New CGs throughout the game

An original soundtrack

A new UI

Extras! In addition to the usual CG gallery/music room/endings list, there will also likely be fandisk-esque extra scenes showing more of the gang’s life before they boarded the whirlwind.

After outlining the entirety of the 3 game series, some details might differ in the Redux version than the free version. The Redux version will be considered the canon going forward!

Will there be a Fletcher route?

Nope! For many reasons, not the least of which is that he is gay.

With the new Golden Ending being canon, will Jay and Wren still get their own endings?

Yep! Those endings are staying in, they just won’t be the canon version of events when you see the trio again in the 3rd game of the series.

Will Robin/Jay/Wren end up in a poly relationship?

I’d like to keep some secrets to myself until they’re revealed in game… but if you follow me anywhere and have been paying attention, I think the answer to this is pretty clear.

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The Scarecrow Knight (Dark Fantasy, Mystery)

A few hundred years before the events of Red-Handed Robin, a strange traveler, his adopted daughter, and a tag-along who considers himself the traveler’s apprentice unravel mysteries surrounding the ancient curse of witchcraft.

The Scarecrow Knight takes place over ten years, with each of the three acts focusing on a different mystery along the way.

Though events in both games are related, The Scarecrow Knight and Red-Handed Robin can be read in any order.

FAQ

Are Robin/Jay/Wren going to be in The Scarecrow Knight? 

Nope! The Scarecrow Knight features Mac, Corbin, and Lark as its protagonists. You won’t see the RHR gang again until the 3rd game in the series.

Is The Scarecrow Knight an otome/dating sim/will it have romance?

Nope. While this game is still focused on relationships, the cast’s bonds are familial in nature.

Will The Scarecrow Knight have a ‘game’ in each act, like Red-Handed Robin?

Yep! In order to solve the mystery presented in each act, you’ll have to navigate that act’s ‘game’. 

What are Corbin’s pronouns?

Corbin uses she/her pronouns for the first two acts of The Scarecrow Knight. In act 3, however, he switches to he/him pronouns as part of a disguise... One that he suspiciously doesn’t want to come out of.

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3rd Unnamed RHR Game (Dark Fantasy, Amare)

Directly after the events of RHR, Robin, Jay, and Wren find themselves in a foreign country, no safer than they were aboard the whirlwind.

Meanwhile, Corbin finds himself in a very strange predicament… Waking up in the apartment of Oliver Tangram and Merle Barrows, two young men entangled in Gales’ occult scene.

This game will wrap up the stories started in both RHR and SK.

FAQ

Is 3rd Unnamed Game an otome/dating sim/will it have romance?

The answer is yes! Kind of! Both sides feature romance, and those relationship dynamics are integral to the plot.

On Robin/Jay/Wren’s side, the game will explore the trio’s dynamic more in depth. Corbin also has his own love interest (Oliver) on his side.

Who’s the protagonist?

The story is told from multiple perspectives, with Robin and Corbin being the most important characters.

Will 3rd Unnamed Game have a ‘game’ in each act like Red-Handed Robin?

Hopefully! That’s the plan anyway.

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Other Upcoming Projects

Believe it or not, I’ve got even more stuff planned! 

If you’ve been following me for otome, I’m sorry to say that The Maiden and the Magpie series will probably be my last one for the foreseeable future. As a queer man, writing queer stories is what gets me motivated.

That being said, my next upcoming project is a BL!

Counter-Side (BL, Drama, Sci-fi, Kinetic)

[Current Project]

A mining facility on the dusty, barren planet of Ikarus is the last place most people would expect to find their true love… But that won’t stop peppy mecha pilot Rosco from trying!

In fact, he’s positive he’s figured it out this time. Sure, his new partner seems bored and dismissive, but this has been Rosco’s longest relationship yet! That has to mean something, right?

Meanwhile, HR manager Rae has just transferred to the facility and is determined to keep any new acquaintances at an arm’s length. Convinced that he is cold, boring, and judgemental, Rae is certain that there is only one person who can accept him for who he really is… and he already screwed that up.

Just as both men feel like they’re at their lowest points, their evenings are brightened by a newfound friendship forged at a cozy bar…

Counter-Side is the result of a writing experiment gone wild– I wrote one character’s viewpoint, and my friend/co-writer @brii-nanas wrote the other! The result is a story seen from both Rosco and Rae’s perspective.

Choose to play through the entirety of one character’s side before starting the other, or pick from either character’s perspective chapter by chapter. Both options offer an interesting way of experiencing the story.

The script is almost completely done (over 100k words!), and we will be working on putting out a demo containing the first 1/3rd of the game soon.

If Rosco looks familiar, it’s probably because I did his sprite for @brii-nanas​ amare jam game, Under the Skies of Ikarus! This game is set in the same world/facility. 

Unlike Under the Skies of Ikarus, which is very wholesome, Counter-Side’s tone is... different, to say the least xD. Rae and Rosco’s relationship is extremely sweet, but they both go through some rough stuff before they get to that point. Which leads me to the...

Content Warning

This game is for readers who are 18+! It contains some heavy subject matter such as:

Abusive relationships (both physical and mental)

Dubious consent

Gaslighting

Anxiety

Sex (Nothing written/shown is super explicit)

Alcohol use

[beeclops]

[eulaliasims]

Uni: Lina and Wren 2/2

Wren finally has their sporty little car that they inherited from Grandma Marta again. 🎉

Wren and Lily caught up over peppermint mochas...

...while Lina hung out with Trent. She's right there, dude.

I finally remembered to give some of the uni kids microwaves so they can have instant ramen.

Unfortunately, Wren decided to make soup instead.

Lina: Mrrrrgh, wha's the racket?

Wren: Soup's fucked.

Luckily, Jill Stein the Alien Firefighter was here in an instant to save the day. Wren tried to tip her, but she was already running off to the next emergency before they could!

Wren: Mom lied, this soup isn't comforting at all.

Lina is unfazed by the tiny kitchen fire, and Wren has decided to eat cereal for the time being.

Both of them have evening classes, so they decided to head over to the campus square and see if they could make some rent money busking. This would be a fabulous shot if the instruments weren't covered in snow.

No! Don't tip the dormie, tip us!!

Thankfully Obi has their backs.

Lina: Hey, thanks, man!

Obi: Sure thing. Sweet sound!

Important update: Brashen, the most boring of all the dormies, has finally developed an interesting characteristic. Unfortunately, it's this.

oh my goddddd, GO AWAY.

Hey, Cammy.

Camille: S'up?

Look at Wren go, getting so many As on their final exams. Autumn must be so proud of them!

[ampersandnotdash]

I want to live in Wren's room.