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floffytofu · 9 months

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The Commander

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You nervously tug at your padawan braid, trying to calm the thoughts race through your mind like a stampede. Today you are gonna meet your clone troopers batallion 212th. You always adore clone troopers. Watching them fight for republic in holonet with bravery, they may have the same faces but they're different in force. You can't wait to meet them but also nervous at the thought. What if they didn't like you? Since you're too young and what if they feel you're a burden, what if they think you didn't suit being in this war, what if-

"You're thinking too much Padawan, I can sense you nervous. But don't worry, I assure you, they would love you" Your Master said, smiling down at you as he fixed your Padawan braid again, after you kept messing it due to your nervousness. It's like a little tradition between the two of you now. Of course, you can braid it by yourself. but he insists he had to be the one who did it, and it really warms your heart.

After he fixed your braid, your master leaned over and checked your restraint harness once again like a worried tooka mother making you giggle. "I'm fine Master, you already checked it like 6 times"He laughed, and pat your head "Well better be safe than sorry"

After a few hours you finally arrived, the Republic Gunship gently touched down on the landing pad of the negotiator cruiser. With a steady stride, you followed your Master toward the exit ramp of the gunship. Your heart skipped a beat as you almost stumble, too busy looking at your surroundings. The welcoming sight that greeted you took your breath away, a meticulously lined-up formation of the 212th Battalion stood before you.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, the anticipation in the air was palpable as all eyes turned towards you. making you slightly nervous, "Troopers, this is my new Padawan. From now on, they will work together with us. They have shown great dedication and courage in their training. And I trust in their abilities to serve alongside us" You stepped forward looking up to meet the troopers' gaze. your voice, though tinged with a touch of nervousness. "It's an honor to serve the republic alongside all of you" you looked at your master for reassurance before continuing "I may be young and still have much to learn, but I will do my best to serve alongside each and every one of you"

The troopers observed you with a mix of curiosity as murmurs of appreciation spread through the troopers. One of the soldiers couldn't help but comment "you're so small, can I carry you sir?" a few chuckles and smirks rippled through the troopers, following with the sound of a gloved hand striking the surface of a trooper's helmet echoed through the air, as one of them smack the trooper's helmet, receiving a surprised grunt from the trooper who received the unexpected tap.

'Ouch, what was that for?'

'Shut up Waxer'

You chuckle at the sight, they may be soldiers, but their force signature is welcoming. almost feel like─ home. Obi-Wan, standing beside you, couldn't help but join in the moment, his own smile mirroring yours. After the brief interaction and exchange of introductions, the troopers disbanded, each one returning to their respective duties. As you and your master talk about the next training, the sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention. Turning your gaze, you saw the trooper with slightly different armor. His force signature is warm. And his armor is adorned with unique markings like the sun.

Obi-Wan followed your gaze, noticed your curiosity and stepped forward. "Allow me to introduce you," he said, his voice calm and measured. "This is Commander Cody, one of the key leaders within the 212th Battalion." Commander Cody took off his helmet as he nodded in acknowledgement. "Commander" he spoke to you, your own eyes meet him as you whispering "Warm."

Cody didn't understand why his General brought young Jetii to the battlefield. He understands Ahsoka since she's not that young and she can handle herself, but looking at your tiny figure and your small hands. Cody feels⎯worried, it's not like he didn't trust his general. He trusted Obi-Wan even with his own life. The battlefield was a place of danger and chaos, and he hesitated to expose a child to its harsh realities. but it's not like he can do anything about it, since he is just a clone commander. and he made for serving Jetii. He's a soldier who made to follow orders without questioning them. Yet, his thoughts persisted, contemplating the potential impact of this change.

Cody met his general at cockpit. He didn't see you around and used this chance to talk with his jetii. Obi-Wan smiled at him as his gaze met with Cody's. "Something bothering you, my dear Cody?" Cody, trying to ignore the nickname glad having his helmet on to hide his blushing face, he cleared his throat, "Nothing general" he lied. Obi-Wan sighed and he placed a comforting hand on Cody's armored shoulder "You're not good at lying Cody, I know you are worried about my Padawan. But trust me my dear, I won't bring them for a big mission. And of course, I will do my best to protect them"

Cody's furrowed brow eased slightly as he absorbed Obi-Wan's words, "I'm sorry general, it's not like I didn't trust your judgement. It's just that they look so small and young. i just―" Obi-Wan eyes soften at this. A warmth spread through his chest, one he tried to bury deep within. Obi-Wan always tried so hard to resist these deep feelings he had for his commander, but he couldn't help it by looking at his dear Cody worried about his Padawan. Making him adore the clone commander more. With a gentle smile, Obi-Wan pushed those feelings aside as he locked his gaze with Cody once again. "Thank you for caring about my Padawan Cody, but I assure you as long as we're together nothing bad will happen"

Cody nodded at this, his heart quickened its pace as his gaze locked with Obi-Wan's. A swirl of emotions stirring within him, his eyes searched Obi-Wan's face, hoping his inner turmoil remained hidden beneath a mask of professionalism. He admired and respected the Jedi Master, but there was something more, something he dared not voice or reveal. The bond between them was unspoken but undeniable, both seem in denial or perhaps waiting for the right moment to utter connection between the two of them. For now, they would focus on the mission at hand, burying their feelings beneath layers of professionalism. But deep down, a flicker of hope burned within them, a belief that someday, when the time was right, when all of this was over, they would have the opportunity to embrace what their heart yearned for all along.

It was your first mission and it came rather unexpected in the middle of you and your master training. The council sent your batallion to assist 501st in geonosis. You feel nervous and excited at the same time. assisting 501st means you can meet Ahsoka again, but at the same time, this is also your first ever on the battlefield. You close your eyes and try to calm your mind as you hold your master's hand since you can't reach the handrail in the republic gunship. Sensing your nervousness, Obi-Wan offered a comforting smile at you. "ready my padawan?" you chuckle and take out your lightsaber as you step out from the republic gunship alongside with him and commander Cody. "Always do master"

The sight in front of you is already full of chaos, the air is heavy with tension as blaster fire streaks through the sky, leaving trails of light in its wake. The loud thud of exploding ordnance reverberates through the air, and the ground trembles with the impact of heavy machinery. Through the chaos, Obi-Wan's voice cuts through the clamor, "Cody told the men to hold our position until we find Anakin" Cody nodded dutifully as he commanded the troopers.

Besides you, Obi-Wan moves with precision and graceful, deflecting incoming blaster bolts with his lightsaber. "Stay close with me padawan, don't go anywhere until I told you so" You nodded as you tightly gript your lightsaber, your heart pounding in your chest. The deafening sounds of explosions and the shouts of soldiers blend into a symphony of warfare. Obi-Wan grunts when he uses the force to push some droids, he turns on the comlink "Anakin where are you? I swear-" a loud explosion sound cut Obi-Wan's voice, he sighed in frustration and rolled his eyes "that must be him, come on"

You and your master ran toward the explosion source, you can hear a Cody frustrated voice behind you telling his general to be careful only to get a reply with his smile, making you think this situation where your master runs toward the chaos must have happened very often before. When you arrive, you can see Anakin and captain Rex standing in the middle of broken droids. He smiles at Obi-Wan "took you long enough master" Obi-Wan sighs again as he looks around at droids wreckage, "Well can't help it since you left a lot of droids down there" Anakin is about to reply when his eyes landed on you "What this youngling doin here?" you gasp at him and felt offended.

You placed your hand on your hip in response, showing your annoyance. "Excuse me? I'm not youngling anymore. I am Master Kenobi padawan" you can feel your master and cody bite down a laugh as anakin looks baffled, "a padawan?? I thought you said you don't want one anymore after I got Ahsoka " Obi-Wan shrugged at him "you can say I changed my mind, talk about ahsoka where is she now?" Anakin only gave him that one look that Obi-Wan obviously didn't like at all. "Anakin, where is your padawan?" Obi-Wan asked again, more demanding this time.

Another explosion erupted, sending shockwaves through the air. a deafening boom echoed, followed by a blinding flash of light. The force of the blast propelled debris in all directions, shattering the surrounding silence. "That must be her sir" Rex said with sigh while Anakin smirk making Obi-Wan rolled his eyes again, "Anakin what did I tell you before about sending Ahsoka away without you?" Obi-Wan scolds him with a stern look, Anakin only shrugs at him and walking towards the explosion source with Captain Rex "She's not alone, I sent her away with a squad. And Fives, and oh also Echo"

After the dust settled from the explosion, Ahsoka and her squad troopers quickly regrouped, scanning the area for any surviving droids. Fives and Echo, with their blasters at the ready, covered Ahsoka as she took a cautious step forward, her lightsabers humming with energy. "Great work everyone, and now we wait until my master comes" Hardcase let out a groan, mumbling about wanting to blow up more droids, making ahsoka chuckle at him.

As you, Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Cody reached Ahsoka's location, the tension in the air was palpable. The battlefield was strewn with droids wreckage and the echoes of blaster fire still hung in the air. Anakin's eyes locked onto Ahsoka, a mix of relief and concern washing over his face. "I take that you did it secure the area then" he smile at her with fondness and pride, "of course master our squad successfully blowing up another droids reinforcements, we wait for your another command"

You looked Ahsoka in awe, she looks more mature and wise since the last time you both met before she got chosen as padawan. Her eyes sparkled with a depth of experience that belied her years, and you couldn't help but marvel at how much she had grown. Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly as you both eyes meet, she stepped forward and hugged you tightly "It's really you! I miss you so much" You smile widen as you hug her back and whisper "I miss you too sister" realizing having audiences. Slowly, you both released each other, maintaining a lingering connection through your hands that gently slid apart.

"I assume that you both know each other then" Obi-Wan said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. Anakin stood beside him, his own grin betraying a mix of curiosity and amusement. You exchanged a quick glance with Ahsoka, "Ahsoka and I trained together as youngling in the Jedi Temple master. It's been awhile since we both met" Obi-Wan's smile widened as he nodded "Very well then," he continued, "we can continue the reunion later, let's focus on the mission ahead. Now we're here. Here's the plan"

The plan was simple yet crucial. You, your master, cody and the squad of clone troopers were tasked with infiltrating the Separatist stronghold and neutralizing their new weapon before it could wreak havoc. It was a covert operation, requiring precision, stealth, and swift execution. while anakin, ahsoka and 501st alongside with 212th distract the remaining droids. It should've been easy, but here you are now getting separated from your master.

It happened so fast. In the midst of the intense mission, as explosions rocked the facility, disaster nearly struck. Debris rained down upon you, threatening to crush you under its weight. Luckily, Cody is there immediately pulling you out of harm's way, saving you from the imminent danger. However, the harrowing incident caused you and Cody to become separated from your master, and the rest of the squad.

It's almost an hour, you and Cody navigating the labyrinthine corridors of the Separatist stronghold. Both of you still can't find any sign of your master, the comlink devices got crushed from an earlier incident, and the worst thing is you can't feel your master in force. The darkness is too strong here and it almost suffocates you. You sat beside cody after tired walking around, he offered you some rotation and you both ate it in silence.

"I know you didn't like me commander" you said while chewing your flavorless rotation, Cody let out a sigh, his expression softening "With all due respect sir, I didn't mean it that way. I just thought that you're..."

"too young?" you finished his sentence, Cody nodded in agreement. He looked at you with a concerned expression that you can't describe, "I'm a clone I never really had a proper childhood. Nor that I even know what the natborn do in their young age like you" Cody continued, his gaze turning thoughtful "But I know that young Jetii like you we're not meant to be in this war. I just thought that you could get way better than this. Like learning to be a jedi in more.. Harmless way" He paused, searching for the right words, "I know I don't have a right to say this as a clone, but still, it feels so wrong for me to let you in dangerous situations"

You looked cody with wide eyes, you didn't know what to say. The realization hit you that he didn't dislike you personally, but rather he resented having to expose you to the perils of war. It was a conflicting realization, as you never expected someone to care about your well-being in such a way beside Master Windu, Obi-Wan and other people who you didn't even want to remind of him anymore. You touch his scar with your tiny hand and smile at him "Thank you for caring for Cody, but I'm pretty sure as long as we're together nothing bad will happen. And please just call me by my name or anything other than 'sir.' It sounds weird to me" Cody chuckles at this, thinking about how Obi-Wan said the same thing before and nodded, "Fair enough" he replied with a smile.

Just as you were about to speak, a familiar voice cut you off, sending a shiver down your spine. "Well, isn't this my precious grandchildren," the dark figure spoke, standing confidently in the corridor. You couldn't help but sneer at his presence, your disdain for him evident.

"Count Dooku"

#codywan #obi wan kenobi #star wars #clone wars #commander cody #padawan reader #child reader #obi wan x padawan reader platonic #obi wan kenobi x platonic!reader

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isa-loves-you · 9 months

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His Accent | Philip Graves x Fem!Reader |

| Trigger warnings: sexual situations, choaking, spanking. |

| This is dedicated to @massiww |

You were one of the new recruits for the shadow company, you were top of your special ops team and one day general sheppard asked you personally to be his company's first sergeant. You accepted graciously since you were now getting paid more but also you had a friend that was already in the company and she would talk about how hot the commander was.

It was your second week on base and you still havent met your commander due to him being on a mission since the day you arrived. Your friend Jada (sorry if your name Jada) had met you in the shooting gallery for some mid day shooting.

“You know what I miss?” jada asked while you find a gun you want to use for your target “whats that” “I miss being able to watch doctor who, i feel like my day is taken up with so much training that when i get time to relax i automatically fall asleep, and i miss hearing David tennant's voice.”

You laughed off jadas remark and walked down to the end of the range and stood next to a man with short light brown hair but you couldn't see his face since he had it close to his gun. “So is it because a doctor who is smart makes you like him or the face?” you asked not to look at jada “I think it's the accents, I have a thing for Scottish and Irish accents' '. You and jada shot a couple of rounds before taking a break to reload “Really? I think southern accents are way hotter. "You slapped the bottom of your mag to make it sit in your gun right?Commander Graves has a southern accent right?I met him and he spoke to me with that accent. I would do unspeakable things to that man.”.

You laughed to yourself at what you did but quickly stopped once you saw jada's face that had an expression of fear. “As your commanding officer as well as your coworker I would advise you to not talk in such a way” you turned around to the man you saw in the booth next to you which turned out to be thee Philip Graves. There he stood over you with a stern look on his face but yet his eyes told an amused glare, his arms crossed and head cocked to the side god you did not regret what you said, just one look at this man and you did want to do something unspeakable to him.

“Sorry commander, I understand what I said was inappropriate and i didnt mean to say it in your presence, sir.” You wiped your smile away to show respect but your face was way hot from embarrassment. “That will be noted Sargent (L/N) please see yourself out, the mess hall should be open for lunch and all soldiers need their strength” “Yes sir”. You and Jada quickly got out of the gallery and to the mess hall.

“Wow i still can't believe you said that in front of him (y/n), you're dead” “please don't say that, i'm already shitting bricks' ' you tried to eat but your stomach wasn't allowing you to eat from the nerves. “CAN SARGENT (L/N) REPROT TO COMMANDER GRAVES OFFICE” oh fuck the nerves just got worse, you got up and looked at jada who was having a field day with your nightmare. “Have fun” jada waved you off while you dragged yourself to his office.

You stood in front of the door trying to muster up the courage you have just to knock on the door, you heard a couple of shuffles before his loud voice shouts from the other side of the door “come in ''. You opened the door to graves sitting at his desk and with no expression on his face “sit please” you didn't even try to go against him considering your life lies in his hands. “The reason why i called you in here is because of what you said in the gallery, now i would have just waved it off but i want to know, Did you mean it?”

You sat in shock trying to figure out why he was asking you this and if you did really mean it ”yes i did and again i'm sorry sir”. Graves let out a small short laugh “good i was hoping you did” graves stood up and walked in front of his desk facing you with his hand behind his back.

“I have seen your file and I am very surprised by your record, and the whole time I was reading it I was wondering how much fun it would be seeing a strong woman like yourself cry from the amount of pleasure I want to give you”. You looked up at your commander shocked at what you were hearing but yet you were aroused.

“Why wonder when you can see for yourself” you played back to his vulgaris flirting, graves let out a chuckle while shaking his head “honey don't play around if you don't want to be serious because i am” “I have never been so serious in my life sir” you stood up and stepped forward to his figure. Graves looked down at you trying to figure out your next move, you set your hand on his chest and the other down his pants cupping his member over his boxers “Please commander. Fuck me.”

Graves smashed his lips down on to yours while letting his hands roam free around your body touching any and all parts of your body as you slipped your hand into his boxers and started stroking his cock. Graves lets out a low moan on your lips as you stroke faster, he part from your lips and looks at you with a hungry look in his eyes “get on the desk now”.

You sit on top of his desk waiting for him to do something, graves take a seat on his chair and proceed to take off the bottom half of your uniform. You feel the cold air hit your cunt and you shiver from the sudden cool, graves start to give your inner thighs a small kiss and bites. “Scoot closer” he wraps his arms around your legs to push you towards him more, as soon as your close enough graves eminently start attacking your slit with his warm wet tongue.

You let out loud moans not caring who can hear you, you gripped graves hair as he starts to go faster with his tongue “Close-Im close”.after you said that he started to go faster as he put his hands to the back of your knees to push your legs up higher, after a few more seconds of him eating you out you come on his face while your legs shook.

As you caught your breath, Graves stood up and unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Get on your knees and thank me for letting you cum. You followed his orders and got off his desk to get on the floor, you took his cock in your hands while wetting your lips for you to take him in. Graves couldn't help himself so he slid a hand behind your head and shoved his dick into your mouth and moved your head up and down his shaft. You let him use your throat anyway he wants while you put your hand behind his thigh to rock his hips with his pace, his movements got slower which meant he was close. You moved your head up and down faster while letting out lewd noises, Graves threw his head back while letting out a groan, you dug your nails into his thighs before he shoves your head on his cock one more time as he shoots his warm cum down your throat.

You swallowed his load before standing back up to look for your pants. “Woah their darlin we ain't done yet, get back on that desk”‘ graves said with his thick accent that got you into this beautiful mess. You took off your shirt before sitting on the desk “lay on your side” you did what he said and laid on your side. Graves gripped your thing and spread it so that he could see your pussy. He ran a finger down your slit before sticking in two fingers and putting them in and out.

He started to curl his finger at your g-spot while you gasped for air from the amount of pleasure he promised to give you. Your second orgasm rolled around as his fingers went faster when you clenched harder around his digits. He didn't give you a minute to catch your breath before he shoved himself into your heart, you moaned loud from his size and him not letting you take a minute to get used to his size.

“Aw come on darlin you can take it for me” he slapped your ass as he slammed himself in and out of you. Sounds of skin slapping and your moans filled the room with sound, graves snuck his hand over your body so he could clasp his hand around your neck. “Baby please i'm closer keep clenching” you held a hand around the writer he was using to choke you to signal him to go faster. His trust got faster and more animalistic until the knot in your stomach started to bundle up with each thrust.

“Graves please” you plead for him to let you cum “im almost there sugar cum, cum on me”. You didn't wait a second longer to coat his cock with your cum, two more thrust and you felt his cum shoot inside your messy cunt as you were riding your high.

Five minutes passed before graves took himself out of you, you still laid on his desk as he got himself dressed again. “Here let me help you with these '' he offered a hand to get you off the desk and to put your clothes back on “thank you”. You got dressed but your legs felt like jelly and that you were going to fall any minute “I'm sorry but I have a meeting to attend but I don't want you to go like this especially in this state” you shared a laugh. “ It's okay, I'm sure I can get back to my corners.” You try to walk past him but his hands catch yours “No I want you to stay, I don't do this with just a random person I want to get to know you”.

Just him saying that made you feel like you were going to cum again. “Please just stay, you can rest on the couch while i'm gone, i shouldn't be long, just 10 minutes or less' ' he guided you to take a seat on a dark medium size leather couch that was in his office. “When i cum back we can get something to eat and maybe talk a little” “that sounds like a plan” you smiled up at his excited face. He looks like a dog that was offered a car ride.

“Great just lay down and here” he grabbed the gray blazer that was on the back of his chair and draped it over you. He gave you a peck on the cheek before leaving the room trying to act intimidating for others while you drifted off to sleep on his couch with the scent of him and sex lingering in the room.

#modern warfare x reader #cod mw2 #cod fanfiction #phillip graves #graves x reader #cod graves #graves smut #graves x you #cod mwii #modern warfare 2

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msn-04iinightingale · 15 days

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The Hanged Man: Watchdogs

Barghest Company's Camp was a hive of activity, the three dropships being loaded with mechs and ammunition in preparation for reinforcing FOB Kinship.

Owen patted Katie's controls as he exited the cockpit of his mech, now parked in its berth aboard the Dando.

"Won't be long now, girl." He says with a grin.

By the time he gets down to the deck, Bell is waiting for him.

"Hey Bell...uh oh, I know that look." He says, grin falling slightly. "What's up?"

"Sir, we...there are a couple of new pilots here."

Owen raised an eyebrow at that. That shouldn't be right.

"...also, you received an eyes only communication from the Commanding General." Bell ads, holding out a datapad for his inspection.

Ok Melissa, what's going on...

He takes the pad, pressing a thumbprint to the reader for ID, and opens the message, scrolling past all the "to" and "from" and all that.

/BEGIN MESSAGE

Commander,

In light of recent events, I am assigning two SLDF mechwarriors to your command to shore up your numbers.

Please play nice with them.

Commanding General Melissa Hazen, SLDF

/END MESSAGE

"Hm..." he grunts.

Seems trust is in short supply around here...

"Thank you Bell, you may return to overseeing the loading of the dropships."

"Yes sir...may I ask...is everything alright?"

He turns to look at her, his most loyal soldier, his most trusted confidant.

"...yeah...they're just keeping an eye on me." he says, casually.

"...because of before?" she asks.

"...yes, because of before." he replies. "Don't worry your pretty feathered head about it, it's all just protocol." He smiles, a very charming smile, causing Bell to blush slightly.

"I....of course, sir..." she replies. "...just...be careful."

"When am I not?" he semi-laughs. "Wait, don't actually answer that."

Bell closes her mouth and gives him a look.

"Ok, ok, I'll be careful." he says, raising his hands in defeat.

"Thank you, sir." she says, mild relief on her face.

"No problem, beautiful. Now, I've got to go meet the new faces, you got everything under control here, yeah?" he asks.

"Sir, yes sir!" Bell says, snapping to attention.

"Atta girl, off you go."

Bell power walks off to go resume overseeing the loading of the dropships. Once she's gone, Owen's face falls back to neutrality.

Let's get this over with.

They were easy enough to spot, his new watchdogs. That's what they were, after all. Yes, they did shore up his numbers...but it's awfully convenient that they show up right now, after he had been investigated for a war crime.

The man and the woman were both dressed in SLDF uniforms, standing in front of a Warwolf and a Skinwalker, respectively, painted in SLDF winter camo.

Beyond their uniforms, the two were as different as it gets. The man was big, not elemental big, but big non the less, with tan skin and redish hair. He had a near perpetual grin on his face as he talked with his companion, who by contrast, wore a blank, cold expression that matched her snow white hair and pale skin. She carefully adjusted a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose. She was the first to notice Owen approach, and snapped to a professional salute, her companion following a bit more casually.

"...At ease." Owen says, neurally. "I take it you're my new replacements?"

"Yes sir, I'm Captain Nero Bastian." the big man says with a smile, extending a meaty hand to shake. Owen does after a moment.

"I'm Captain Weiss Veil." The woman says, pointedly not offering her hand.

"Pleasure to meet you both." Owen replies, sizing both up. "I take it you two are at least passable pilots?"

"Sure are, wouldn't be Captain's if we weren't." Nero says.

Weiss simply nods.

"Uh-huh...well, welcome aboard. We'll need to add you to the IFF lists for our Lances. Go see Colonel Bell about that. She's the one with the blue stripe..." Owen indicates the woman with a thumb over his shoulder.

Nero whistles a bit. Weiss shakes her head.

Owen raises an eyebrow. Well, if he does try anything, then that's kinda his own damn fault.

Sorry Melissa, not my fault he decided to get handsy with the seven foot tall psychotic dinosaur lady with a knife obsession. We did collect all the pieces however...

"One thing...lets be frank. I know why you're both here. My people? Not part of your investigation, you leave them out of this, we clear?"

Nero and Weiss exchange a look, befroe looking back at Owen.

"...perfectly, sir." says Nero, slight less wide smile on his face.

"Good...and for fuck's sake ask before trying to cop a feel of anyone. Last thing I need is to explain how you got snapped in half like a dry twig cause you decided to play grabass with someone two and a half feet taller than you."

"Hey, wait a sec..." Nero begins, before being silenced by Weiss.

"Of course sir, I will...do my best to make sure he behaves." she adds.

"...good...now come on, we need to get your mechs loaded and ready." Owen says, waiting until they two have remounted their mechs before turning around and headed back to his people.

Watchdogs for war hounds...what a fucking operation this is turning out to be...

#operation touchdown #story event #mechwarrior #battletech

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navree · 1 year

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Thouggts on alys? And alysmond

Oh God do I have thoughts on Alys and Alysmond, anon, you have no idea. Alys is likely going to become my second favorite character in the entire show the second she shows up (provided they don't screw her up) because I literally just love her so very much. And Alysmond is literally peak for me, they're my number one ship on this show.

I think Alys is a very interesting character. There's a lot about her that's shrouded in mystery in Fire&Blood, because she's not a Targaryen and she was only involved with the Targaryens for a very brief period of time, but even the stuff we do know lends itself towards a fascinating character. Alys as a character is a type of person we don't see a lot in stories in Westeros, particularly when it comes to points of view. She's a bastard, but unlike our other fave bastard, Mister Jon Snow, she's not treated nearly as well (not to say that Jon didn't suffer at Winterfell, he clearly did due to his bastard status and also the way Catelyn treated him). For one, she's a woman, which in general is cause for concern when living in Westeros, and for two, Lyonel treats her far worse than Ned treated Jon. Ned made Jon a part of his family, did treat him as his son, raised him as a brother to his trueborn children, and while he didn't do much when it came to Catelyn's shit of "oh he can't sit with us on Such and Such occasion because he's too bastardly" and "oh yeah no once you leave I'm gonna kick him out of the house at the ripe old age of fourteen unless he decides to join the cult border patrol that tells him to never have a family or a wife or kids and also has to fight ice zombies" he does still love Jon and care for him and look out for his emotional and physical wellbeing as best as he can. None of that seems to be present for Alys and Lyonel, by all counts he looked at his own daughter and made her a freaking servant! Sir that is your child! So Alys comes from this place of living amongst the privileged but being disprivileged in so many different ways, due to her birth status and her gender and her class, to say nothing of being an apparent old gods worshipper in a location of Westeros that was pretty firmly vested in the Seven.

I think Alys was very molded by her circumstances, that she's not just crafty and fiercely intelligent but also incredibly observant, that having been someone who would likely be in the "should be seen but not heard and even then barely seen" category of life, knows what to look for and how to use the information she can process to her advantage. I also think that Alys is a very neutral person, personality wise, very even keeled, given that we see her being the level head in several situations, like stopping Aemond from killing that messenger. Alys is gonna live her life to the best of her abilities and not feel too much about things, because having strong emotions about nonsense isn't really useful for surviving in the real world and as such doesn't serve. But she's still got her moments of softness. For one, we know that she had children prior to her son with Aemond, and also that all of them were stillborn, so that speaks to some intimacy with someone at some point, and, given that she's a "woods witch" and that people do have access to shit like moon tea in this world, a desire to at least have a family rather than just be firm on contraception. I also have a theory that she and Larys were actually close when they were younger (since I think she's around the same age as Harwin and Larys), due to their respective disadvantages drawing them close, the servant bastard daughter and the clubfooted second son. I like the idea of them hanging around in the forests around Harrenhal, Larys looking for special bugs and Alys wanting to gather fun herbs that she'd heard about to see what they do. I think that they're actually close, and that Larys probably does consider her the person he's closest to emotionally (my own pet theory is that he sent a warning to her about the fire at Harrenhal so that she'd be able to survive, and knowing she wouldn't stop it due to likely not having any sort of relationship with Harwin and her antipathy towards Lyonel and the way he treated her in childhood). I also do want to remark on just how smart Alys must be, to have survived in such a dangerous world for as long as she did, and to thrive. I picture her as someone who is oddly charismatic, charismatic enough to win over the people at Harrenhal in the absence of their actual liege, and keep herself alive. Harrenhal was taken by the Blacks first, and Daemon is not a very patient or understanding person, not to mention something of a raging misogynist, so it's entirely possible that the situation could have gone badly for her if she hadn't played it really well, which she clearly did, since Daemon let her live. She's smart and resourceful but also true to herself to the utmost degree, doesn't hide her magic or her old gods worship (which she likely took some sort of comfort in during her early years) and has made herself a survivor without losing any of her humanity in the process. She's so rich and layered, she has the potential to be the best character in the entire GOT/HOTD TV franchise.

As for Alysmond.........oh baby. It makes me fucking nuts. Even the way it starts off is so feral, given that Aemond basically wiped House Strong out in a single day and for some reason, the only person he didn't kill was Alys. We have absolutely zero clue why he did this; did she just not show him any fear? Did she appear apathetic enough about the deaths of the other Strongs that he thought it was interesting? Was there just something about her? Who knows, but from minute one there was something about Alys that jumped out to Aemond, and like vice versa. Again, Daemon took Harrenhal first, spent time there, and as Lyonel's only child in the castle, Alys would have likely engaged with him. But there's no record of them having an affair, and it's not because Daemon's a faithful family man who'd never dream of cheating on Rhaenyra; Alys is likely the one who just was not interested. But something about Alys and Aemond drew them to each other, and there's so much space to think about why. Aemond's had a much easier life than Alys, but that doesn't necessarily make it an easy life in and of itself, he's had to deal with the bullying and the being attacked and maimed and all the trials that came with his physical disability after losing an eye, to say nothing of the emotional issues he's had already that have only gotten worse by the time he's at Harrenhal (remember, his time at Harrenhal comes after Blood and Cheese happen as revenge for his "murder" of Lucerys and after Aegon names him regent after saving him at Rook's Rest, Aemond's got so much guilt and fear and self loathing and family issues wrapped up in him by the time he gets to Harrenhal it's a wonder he didn't explode). Having both had childhoods feeling disconnected from their families, albeit in a different ways, is a connection that they actually share, feeling like you're living on the margins of your society due to things outside your control is a connection that they share, even just feeling like they don't fit in and that they're wrong somehow is something they share, though Alys probably got over that a while ago while Aemond is still young and angsty. I also see Aemond as someone who's felt that he has to work for love, that it's conditional (I blame Viserys) and who feels that if he's not perfect, the people he cares about most, like his mother and his siblings, are going to stop loving him, and he's never had a relationship where he feels he can be himself with no reservations and whatever softness the other person is feeling won't go away. His relationship with Alys, even before it got physical/romantic, is likely the first time in his life where he's feeling like he doesn't need to strive for someone's love or affection. For Alys, Aemond's likely the first person who actually sees her as someone entirely herself. We know from Jon's ASOIAF chapters that part of the issue with a bastard growing up in the lord father's castle is that everyone they know sees them as "Lord X's bastard" first and foremost, even members of their family (like the way narration about Jon from other Stark kids have them refer to him as "bastard brother" even if they have a good relationship, like Arya or Bran). Everyone around Harrenhal, for her entire life, views Alys through the lens of "Lyonel's bastard daughter" and "Larys's bastard sister", and Aemond is probably the first person who doesn't, who just sees Alys Rivers as Alys Rivers, and even if she's less emotionally fragile that Aemond just through age and experience, that's still profound. I also like that there's a lot of room to play with how they went from just cohabitating Harrenhal to being out and out lovers. Aemond could tell her the truth about Luke, Alys could use some of her woods witch knowledge to help him with some chronic pain with his eye, there can be a moment where Vhagar lets Alys touch her in a sort of "Meemaw approves" thing. The possibilities to build up to them as a couple are endless and also extremely compelling. And romantic.

And once they become a couple, it's romantic as all Hell. For one, even with some of the power dynamics involved (Alys is technically a prisoner of war), it's still a pretty equal relationship. They listen to each other and their counsel, given that Aemond is willing to stay his hand when Alys stops him from killing that messenger, and that this does seem to be a relationship where they were both clearly enthusiastic and also able to trust each other, like Alys not being worried once Sabitha Frey takes her hostage after Aemond leaves. And the canon stuff is just...Aemond being so into Alys everyone can tell, being so besotted that he can't bear the thought of leaving her, having left Harrenhal and then doubling back, into enemy territory, to set an entire castle on fire just so that he can save her and get her back. The way that after that, he literally refuses to part with her, and they stay together until God's Eye, until the literal end, and the horrible doomed tragedy of the fact that they both likely knew that God's Eye was It, given that Alys has her old gods magic that helps her see the future and Ewan said that thing about Aemond having some sense of when and how and where he's gonna die, ugh the Tragical Romance. And I know there are people who are like "Aemond just dicking around Harrenhal and get a girlfriend while his family's in trouble makes no sense for his character" but like here's the thing. For one, he's not dicking around, he and Criston are in the Riverlands for a reason and they're doing shit, not to mention this happens pretty late in the game. For two, he can't go back and just retake King's Landing. Beyond the logistical nightmare, he needs to worry about his family. No one knows where Aegon even is, and most importantly, Rhaenyra does have hostages in King's Landing, Aemond's mother and Aemond's sister, that she can absolutely kill if Aemond's attempt to retake King's Landing isn't one hundred percent perfect on the first try. So him staying at Harrenhal and doing what he needs to do for the war out in the field is in fact in character, and if he happens to fall hopelessly and desperately and utterly in love with the hot goth witch in the meantime, that's just one of the perks. And it is love, I wholeheartedly believe they're in love. It's the coming back to Harrenhal that clinches it, if Aemond didn't really care, he wouldn't have done such a fast U-turn on Vhagar and gotten so vicious, but that's exactly what he did because maybe he can't save his family but he can save Alys, save their unborn child, allow himself to be well and truly happy for a little while longer. And if Alys didn't care, then she wouldn't have gone with him afterwards. She wouldn't have left Harrenhal with him, or stayed with him through their journey, or told him where to find Daemon, or even stayed to watch him die. Plus, I mean, the last thing Aemond ever does with two feet on solid Earth is kiss Alys goodbye, most romantic shit I've ever seen.

Her dragon. His lady. His Alys.

TL;DR I think Alys is going to be a top three character for me when she appears cuz she's already a top ten character for me in Fire&Blood, and Alysmond's relationship is literally so important to me it's the epitome to true love on this show no one else is even going to touch it.

#personal #answered #anonymous #alys rivers #alysmond #(also re: the jon stuff i'm not anti catelyn)#(well i kinda am but that's more that her personality rubs me the wrong way so much of the time even tho i really enjoy her chapters)#(but even beyond that i do think it's fair to point out that she treated jon badly)#(she had her reasons for it and they're understandable and sympathetic but she still did it)#anyway anon i could kiss you on the mouth i ADORE alys #and i adore her relationship with aemond so much it's literally my fave hotd ship #it's my third favorite f&b ship in general cuz first and second place go to the conquerors #and yes she does refer to him as a dragon and of course #aemond does out loud say 'my lady my alys' in front of like god and everyone #those are basically his last words

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Can i request for a dg or james x reader?

Where the reader is basically a better version of eugene who is on james's side and brings powerful allies on his side. The reader is a simp or big fan of his since their high school days and thinks he can do no wrong (the reader stops him if he ever do something too wrong that could get him in trouble)

James also have a soft spot for the reader since their high school days and has been always protecting her from bullies, weirdos, and even his fans! (Can their relationship be open like its not a secret and everyone knows of it)

I saw this requested to someone else and liked this idea a lot😋

Thank you for your precious time!❤️

Awww that’s such a cute idea! Tysm for the ask! I will try my best! 💖💕

James Lee/DG xReader (Highschool sweethearts)

"DG...! What have you been doing ?" you sigh as you look at the pink haired man with worried eyes.

"Nothing, really..." he shrugs avoiding your gaze

Seeing how you weren't really convinced by that he tries to reassure you: "No need to be worried!".

A sigh once again escapes your lips, as you shake your head not knowing what to do with him.

"Don't go off fighting so many people again, you're not James Lee anymore but DG, the Kpop Idol! Seriously..."

" I'll keep that in mind..."

It was true. Once the infamous first generation legend, now a popular rising star in the Entertainment industy. You've known him since his highschool days and accompanied him until now, you could count yourself as one of the -if not the most- closest people to him.

Yet you still have little to no idea as to what is going on in his head...he's just that unpredictable.

"You must've had a rough day I shouldn't be scolding you right immediately after you come home, should I?"

"Well I did meet someone interesting today. Daniel Park..." he grins

Jesus, that smile could melt thousands of hearts, especially the heart of a fan, and you were one of his fans. One of his biggest fans.

"Daniel Park? Isn't he still a high school student? Oh but then again you were also pretty different in high school, huh?"

"I was..."

"But not anymore so get some rest! You have a fan meeting later..."

"I do? How annoying..."

"Come on. Don't be like that! Your popularity has been rising a lot and you're extremely popular with female fans! Shouldn't you be happy?"

"..."

The look he gave you was a slight pout and he looked somewhat hurt.

"...fine whatever"

"Hmph what's with your attitude? Remember not to be late!"

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"DG! DG! OH MY GOD I'M A BIG FAN"

"DG! Sir! Do you have anything to say about-...?! What´s you'r opinion on -..."

It was noisy. Really noisy. You liked DG a lot but being close to him also meant a lot of publiv attention. Attention you don't need nor want.

"Miss! Is it true, that the two of you are dating?!"

Not this again.

"Excuse me... it is true, but I don't really feel comfortable with-"

Another reporter interrupted you, once again asking a bunch of questions.

DG seemed unfazed by all the chaos though. He always remained calm and rarely lost his composure.

"She isn't comfortable with answering your questions so please be a little more respectful. "

Wow... had it been any other Idol they'd gotten into big trouble but it was DG. You had to admit that he was truly amazing.

"How did you two get together?! Who fell for who first!!" the questions just kept piling up

"I-...well..." all this attention on you was a bit much. It's always like this, whenever DG made any public appearances.

Knowing how the questions bothered you, he shifted his body in front of you, blocking you from the reporters while smiling politely.

"I fell first, I confessed first, (Y/N) was a fan but we've known each other since highschool. This should be enough, right?"

That was a lie. You confessed first, but it was true that you've known each other since highschool. As for who fell first...

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Nighttime was always very relaxing. Away from all the noise and chaos. Lying in DGs arms and listening to his peaceful breath as his chest slowly rises up and down.

A few rays of moonlight fall through the curtain, highlighting his beautiful features.

"Say...did you really fall for me first?"

"...? What a stupid question. Is that really important?"

"Quit teasing me. It is important!"

"I don't see why that should matter"

"Well... I just wanted to know" you look away slightly embarssed

A soft chuckle.

"Pfft... Well if you really want to know~ I fell for you that time when we were together in the library"

"Oh...that time..."

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"No, no you got it all wrong...again!"

You rarely saw James Lee, the model student lose his composure. But that wasn't a surprise either, after all he's been tutoring you for more than 5 hours now and you're still at the first exercise.

He sighed as he gently rubbed his temples

"It's not that hard, look you just have to..."

You weren't listening at all. And who could blame you? Honestly he was just too attractive that hardly anyone would be able to focus in his presence!

"...it's not that hard is it?"

"What...? I-...I'm sorry"

"You didn't get it? For the 78th time now..."

"No that's not it..." Gosh he looked good even when he was annoyed.

"Then what is it?" He clicks his tongue, revealing his sharp little fangs.

"Is the question too hard? Or was the explanation not good enough? It shouldn't be like this"

No...it's just that he was "...too damn handsome!"

"Excuse me?"

"I... I mean..."

Damn. Did you just say that out loud?

"You-…you know you're good looking..."

"And that's the reason why you can't focus?"

There was a hint of mockery in his voice but you couldn't care less about that.

"mhm and what about it?“

"Well then let's stop for today...it seems like I’m not a suitable tutor for you"

You were a perceptive person and although he seemed annoyed as he was packing his stuff you notice something peculiar.

His ears were red as a tomato. And although he said he wasn't a "suitable tutor" he still continued to help you with your school-work everyday, and with a little more patience from that day on.

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"Haha so that explains why..."

"Explains why what?"

Explains why he would be especially patient with you, why he would be a bit kinder to you and why his ears were always of a crimson color.

"Nothing haha you're just really...adorable"

His face lights up in surprise, gently raising an eyebrow.

"...let's go to sleep now"

He turns his back toward you and once again, behind his seemingly annoyed demeanor you're able to catch a glimpse of his fiery red ears.

Alright~ I hope that wasn't too OOC haha DG is a really interesting character but i’m not too familiar with him so I wasn’t really sure with how to write him 😅 But I did have lots of fun writing this! Thank you so much once again for requesting this!💕💖💗

#thank you for the request!#i hope it wasn’t too OOC #lookism #james lee #dg lookism #lookism fanfic

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welcome-to-the-end-of-eras · 7 months

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Live Reading: The Salt Miracles

I am only doing this for The Salt Miracles and not the other stories in The Winter Spirits because it's too much effort and I'm already going insane. I'm also going in 100% blind, I have absolutely no idea what it's about or whose perspective it's following, but my lord am I nervous.

I haven't even started yet but I just realised I've been calling it The Salt Mines by accident and put it in a twitter post oops-

OOO IT'S SOMEONE NEW

I STILL HAVEN'T STARTED READING YET BUT I SAW THEM REFERENCE A PRIEST AND NOW I'M GOING INSANE I NEED TO BE SEDATED

I'm chewing on glass and gnawing at the bars of my fucking enclosure

This (not) reading is more indicative of my mental illness than my actual diagnoses

If St Hilda is a fucking asylum I'm going to commit several crimes

I already love Mhairi she's so fun

Wait why is it changing to another dude Mhairi was fun :((( ik I'll probably like Flint but Mhairi is cool and I want her to write a proper female mc for once

Wait wait wait if the salt is pink it's probably Himilayan, and that along with Russia was where Mori said there was a weird no-clairvoyance zone thing so ??? I'm going to lose my marbles

Ohh nvm it's algae, that would've been cool

Okay Flint is also a priest, we have two priests now

"... I've been, you know, head first in a bucket the whole way" yeah okay this is a Pulley protag and I love him

" 'A whole...Christmas selection?' 'Nuts' " that may just become my new Twitter bio (probably not I like my Glass Onion reference too much)

He has a portable camera so this is probably taking place in like the twenties, but Kodak as a company was founded literally the same time tlfop was happening which is funny

Motherfucker are we getting animal-human hybrids???

I like fog as a metaphor, especially in tlfop, so I will probably write out something about it later

"...beehives, or cairns (graves)" this sounds like when Mori threatened Ito's wife who was allergic to bees

Why tf are there pilgrims??? Ik they're not like the Mayflower types of pilgrims, but what kind of religious journey thing are they doing???

I also want to write about the complete lack of respect for government officials and just general authority from the pulleyverse protags bc none of them have any fucks to give about authority figures

"...in his unofficial capacity as the bishop's shoulder-angel" PLS-

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was mentioned and now I'm 1.) thinking about tlfop again, and 2.) am fairly certain that this story takes place not far from the events of tlfop, because the first Sherlock Holmes book was published in 1887 and he references them as being "new:

"...now the bishop didn't believe in miracles"

"I'll be Eve in a cider factory" tbh I don't understand what that means too well rn but I love it regardless (ik Eve bit the apple and all that jazz I just can't wrap my brain around the metaphor please don't explain the Bible to me)

I auto-filled an Irish accent for Kerryn in my brain so when he called Flint "Father Kang" I thought he meant "King" for a minute

Okay so it starts December 18th, which is also the date that Mori said he would come back to Japan if I'm not mistaken??? (Edit: I WAS RIGHT AND I FEEL LIKE GOD)

But I must be slightly off because X-rays weren't invented until 1895 :(((

Also I know Kerryn is probably the secondary lead but there's something off about him I don't like, I can't put my finger on it

Either Ms. Pulley messed up her math or I don't know what an advent calendar is, because I was under the impression this was in December, so how tf has Rosemary been on the island for 38 days if she's been there since September??? She would've had to have come in November for that to be true

Flint out here profiling people by name like his name isn't fucking Flint (I also definitely laughed and thought of Batman when I read Bruce's name for the first time)

I can't handle references to the winter king rn don't do this to me-

I stopped to make dinner because I'm hungry, I started at like 5:30 and it's now like 7:35 and I have some yummy pasta and pumpkin tea (I also had like 1.5 margaritas)

I can finally use my insanely eurocentric art history class notes to explain the imagery of what Flint describes in Ezekiel's angels; each of the four creature's heads is representative of the four apostles who wrote the bible, and that coupled with the biblically accurate angels coming down from on high are clear indicators of the second coming in art, meaning the previous priest was preaching the end of days to these people

I've always been such a sucker for Catholicism in gothic media, especially when it comes to imagery, so this all is right up my alley

THE O W L ? ? ?

"...the Almighty had forgotten about the United Kingdom" she's so fucking real for that

Honestly??? The Bishop sounds like he'd be a good love interest for Flint. Maybe it's because I don't like Kerryn that much even tho he's the standard choice, but the whole "hearing them talking to you in times of stress" thing is a fun thing I like with all the pulleyverse couples and it happened with the Bishop so. Hmm.

Fliny's whole color metaphor for logic + Thaniel's synesthesia sounds like another essay for me

The optimism of Flint and the pilgrims is really going to make the horror aspect of this all hit so hard I'm excited

On that note, I love how the stones that looked like beehives so readily became cairns as the tone got darker

My computer started updating as I was making this and I was so scared that I lost everything but thank fuck for tumblr drafts

Anyways those salt rocks are a grade A prime example of Chekov's gun if I've ever seen one

The rocks are fuckin BIRDS???

The fear of machinery is something we have seen in Pulley novels before, especially around this time period, but it's just making me think of the Mars House and how that would tie in

HIMB BABY BIRD I'M ABOUT TO CRY-

N O NOT THE BIRD :(((

That was fast

"The islanders didn't leave a hundred years ago. We're walking in them." this line goes so hard, especially because it includes the audience in the "we"

OOO altitude sickness, very Bedlam Stacks-core

The cloaked devil imagery and unforgotten knowledge description is giving very much Edgar Allen Poe and it's gorgeous

I cannot say I care at all about Kerryn becoming salt but damn was it a creepy twist

And the way she physically started crumbling??? Genuinely horrifying

It took this short story for me to realise that that scene in twofs where Mori is giving his side of the argument with the priest in the future where he actually did go to the wedding, he's arguing about the story of Lot, which likely was derivative of the story of Sodom and Gomorrah. Wonder why that would come up. Hmm. A mystery.

"He could taste it -- something electric." PLS I'M GOING NUTS-

What in the fucking Cthulu-

Oh Mhairi's back!!! Yay!!!

Alright maybe I spoke too soon with the whole Bishop and Flint thing

Wait it's not Flint??? I thought Bruce was Flint for a second

Oh f u c k dude that was HEAVY

That's so nuts

I literally do not have words what the fuck was that ending

It was really good and clever and fun but w o w

Ending thoughts: I genuinely have none, that was terrifying and beautiful and cool as FUCK, and I think if Ms. Pulley started pumping out only horror novels from now on I would be in full support. It's a really fuckin out of pocket move considering her previous works and even her last short story that had a relatively happy ending but my god it was good. 10/10, very creeped out. Also the sign at the end??? Knowing Flint probably wrote that out and put it around his own neck like a noose??? That's so fucking hardcore I can't believe it. Utterly amazed.

#natasha pulley #the watchmaker of filigree street #twofs #the lost future of pepperharrow #tlfop #the kingdoms #tk #the bedlam stacks #tbs #the half life of valery k #thlovk

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So how scandalous is it that Walter and Marian are just. Living together. I mean and Laura also but she's technically married and legally dead.

I think it's a grey area!

So the crucial thing is that Laura is also there. And Laura is - sort of - Lady Glyde, a respectable married woman and member of the upper classes. As a strict rule, a married woman of any age can act as a chaperone. In practice, I think it was seen as a bit dubious if the marred woman was very young (e.g. imagine Lydia as Mrs Wickham claiming the right to chaperone Kitty).

I found this from an 1847 novel:

"Agnes, I don't think it right your going out into society so much without me," he had suggested. "What, with your sister - with Lady Alfred Townshend?" was Agnes's rejoinder. "My sister is too young to be any very efficient chaperone; being Lady Alfred Townshend is nothing to the purpose," Gerald remarked. "Chaperone! what in the world is the use of being married if one require being chaperoned? and why should I want a chaperone more than Janet [Lady Townshend] herself, pray? Not so much, for I am older," Agnes exclaimed, angrily. "Nonsense! Janet, you know, mixes in society with her husband; and is better known than you are."

This is all about going out into society, but I'm assuming that living arrangements were governed by similar rules. So if we treat Walter and Marian as living together in the household of Lady Glyde, it's probably OK, but borderline. The older Marian is (is her age specified? I know she's older than Laura) then the more acceptable this is as well.

The thing is... are Marian and Walter living together in the household of Lady Glyde? Or is it more that Lady Glyde, a married woman, has left her husband to live with Walter, and her sister happens to be there as well? After all, they're not living in Lady Glyde's household at Blackwater Park, or anywhere formally under the name of Lady Glyde.

I have no idea how to factor Laura being technically dead into this.

If this could be perceived a newly married lady eloping with a lover, it's what happens with Maria at the end of Mansfield Park, and it's definitely not OK. (Apologies for the spoiler for a 200-year-old novel there).

Mansfield Park is 35 years earlier than the Woman in White but I suspect the outcome would be similar. Here's how Miss Crawford, who's generally cynical but clear-sighted, interprets it:

... once married [to her lover, having divorced her husband], and properly supported by her own family, people of respectability as they are, she may recover her footing in society to a certain degree. In some circles, we know, she would never be admitted, but with good dinners, and large parties, there will always be those who will be glad of her acquaintance; and there is, undoubtedly, more liberality and candour on those points than formerly.

(Edmund, formerly her love interest, is utterly horrified that Miss Crawford can discuss such shocking things so calmly. But he doesn't suggest that her assessment is wrong).

So I think how scandalous this is depends on how virtuous Laura is perceived to be, and whether any third party - such as Sir Percival - chooses to make a scandal of it. But if any of this is made public, I think it's more likely to ruin them than not.

#woman in white weekly

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freezeriafan · 1 year

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Also I'm not the biggest Allan fan but you my good sir/maam/monarch have endeared me to him so. Allan headcanons?

You literally cant ask me that ... I've been posting since november 2019 you cant just ask me that ...

Well. I'll keep it rich and brief

- he thinks that vaccines are bad (because someone told him so once), prompting you to then say "Dont.. dont you get the flu shot every year?" to which he replies "well YEAH cause I dont wanna get SICK." This is because he is a goofy funny loveable man

- He is very kind and generally open-minded (when he remembers to be) and pretty gregarious and DEFINITELY optimistic. And he respects deeply the importance of being authentic.

- He’s good with having friends he sees frequently and having friends that he hasnt seen in years and the time gap doesnt alter the relationship in any way .. He doesnt feel like he’s losing friends when it’s been a while. Which is good because he has many friends in many odd places. He’s got connections. He knows people

- Yes he uses 50s greaser slang. Yes Akari has picked up some choice phrases from him that she uses better (negative perspiration baby....).

- Yes he knows things about cars.

- He’s at this point in his life where he has romance woes. It was fun being passed around / passing everyone around but, when he gets to be pushing 30 he starts to think, maybe i should settle down with a life partner and have a family...? But truth be told he’s not yet ready for either of those things. When he is ready he needs to end up with Lisa I think (she has romance troubles to mirror his in that people keep leaving, in fact he aggravated that himself by never fully committing to their budding romance, even almost severing their lovely friendship in his anxiety) (it’s in their natal charts it’s just the way that their lives are)

- His full name is Allan Alan Allen. None of his bullies ever touched on this

- Really he got bullied because in the 6th grade he developed a C R I P P L I N G obsession with the musical GREASE. Oh it was bad man. He still likes it even but now he can appreciate it as a work of art and of the times rather than just, like, guys in blue jeans dancing on cars

- He has no siblings.

- He plays hockey like a god but outside of the rink he’s like ... kind of clumsy and .. he cant tolerate the din of busy places. He only goes to the Fluffmart between the hours of 12 - 2 am and Sue hates him

- Sometimes he can’t tell Roy and Joy apart. He has no good excuse for this

- Lisa is his BFF and Robby is his intermittent roommate and Akari is his bro and Taylor used to be his roommate and Allan is convinced that he has an older-brother relationship with Taylor but Taylor doesnt feel that way and sort of thinks that Allan is overberaring and annoying and he doesnt know why he sends him a birthday card in the mail every year. And Allan knows everyone else too because he’s a social butterfly that way. He is the Only Person In Roy’s Life who has been Consistently Present and Nice to him

- His coat .. all the pockets .. it’s like a catacomb .... he has mini toothpaste and floss and breath strips that he eats like gum .... he really likes Mentos ... but he’s not a fan of mint in any other contexts .... he just has so much shit in his coat tho ... he pulls dollar bills out of one pocket and coins out of another and shillings out of yet another ....he’s like a magician

- And so much more...

Thanks for playing...!

#allan

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cosmos-tree-house · 3 months

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Alpha Ponderings (...mostly Peck)

An Alpha will always take an apprentice at some point in time. An Apprentice helps to further the Alphas ideals, work, and research. They also take over the duty as an Alpha if anything happens to the current one. The apprentice that has been around the oldest takes the role. I've also decided that, despite canon lore saying different, Species does not matter alpha-wise. You study a topic; that is what you are the Alpha of. However, it is a very rigid tradition!

They usually have at-least two to four at once because of the ongoing Phantom war, but it depends on the Alpha and what they research. An example being Sir Gillbert; he is a literal war general, so he has roughly five fully-trained apprentices at all times.

Going with this... I think Peck is a fun little gal, so I'm going to hit her with my blorbo beam.

i don't know How much from here is going to pop up in the story, since the Alphas probably won't make huge appearances, but nonetheless...

Peck is the youngest of the main Alphas by far, both in age and in leading-time. Only seconded by Tavie. She's been leading as the rabbit Alpha for about nine-ish years, and she had to take on the responsibility fairly young. The last Alpha, (who is unnamed for now) died suddenly alongside most of his apprentices, leaving the young Peck to pick up the responsibility. I think because of this, she doesn't have much respect from the public because of how inexperienced and incompetent she seems next to the last rabbit Alpha. The Alphas themselves collectively don't agree that she's incompetent... but she knows damn well they think she's not on the same level as they are.

This helps push her to help Greely in the Quest For The River's Heart Greely and Peck leading the River's Heart to its birthplace was Very debated by Jammers and Alphas for months. But it earned her respect and a new possible friendship with Greely. Instead of having the public mildly mixed on her keeping her position, they were yelling "LET HER COOK" collectively She is still definitely questioned and debated, without a doubt. Especially with her new apprentice...

Tavie and Peck are also besties now (or gay?) I just think it'd be fun and also relieving for Peck! Peck is very bitter towards the land alphas, so she needs a bestie to sit down and draw with. Girlies who like the arts! The underwater regions also need to be managed by more than one person; Peck helps out a lot. How she does this as a land-animal isn't ironed down yet, likely has to do with magic. I imagine underwater is where the bulk of Peck's fans come from!

On that new apprentice...

I'm going to make a separate post about all of the Apprentices I've got down right now... however!

Peck, directly after the events of The River's Heart, adopts her first apprentice. Who is distinctly not a rabbit like herself, but a wolf. Thought to pose herself directly against tradition, the public is divided on her again. She just can't win lol

#The Story #animal jam #animal jam rewrite #drafting

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incorrectjane-andthedragon · 9 months

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Some rambling about my fic "The Mysterious Message" because I think it's cool, and why not?

(If you want to read the fic, you can read it on AO3 right here)

So in the fic, Gunther's mother's family used to be dragonriders when there were more dragons around, and this helped them gain immense wealth and status, status that carried over through the generations until Magnus married Gunther's mother for money. (okay, it's never stated in the fic that money was the reason for the marriage, and Magnus thought his wife was beautiful and repeatedly claims to have loved her, but come on. This is Magnus we're talking about. Money had to have been at a major driving factor in the union).

It's stated by Gunther's grandfather that their dragonriding ancestors had the ability to read shapes in the clouds and divine the future in these shapes. The ability has waned in strength over time, but it still exists, and Gunther himself briefly displays it in the first chapter.

I don't see this ability as hard magic, if that makes sense. Being able to divine the future in a more magical way, I think, would take a different form, and would involve much more detailed and exact predictions, whereas the cloud predictions can be misinterpreted. I see the ability as a sort of sixth-sense more than anything. Still valuable, yes, but not something you could use to singlehandedly win a war or something.

By the end of the fic, Gunther knows about the divining ability and knows he has it to some capacity.

I've been mulling over this, since I never really explored what he'd do with that information in the main fic.

I don't think he'd tell anyone in the castle right away. I think he'd try to keep it as secret as he could and mull it over, maybe ask his mother and relatives for advice and how to use it. I think only then, after he'd honed the skill to a certain degree, would he tell anyone in the castle about it. And even then, I think it would be a bit like pulling teeth. He's been the odd one out for a good long while, and he doesn't want yet another thing setting him apart, even if it's technically a good/cool thing this time. I think he'd only tell one or two people he really trusts at first. The first two people who come to mind are Sir Theodore and Jane.

I think he would agree to test out the ability on the ground for them, and then they'd all wait to see if his predictions come true. If they do, well, Jane is impressed, but Sir Theodore is a bit more skeptical. He's seen enough things to know that the power of belief is a strong thing, so if someone believes something, they're more likely to see signs of it possibly coming true. This is why I think Gunther would only show it to them after having honed the skill enough for the predictions to be just a little too accurate for comfort. Even then, it would still take a lot to convince someone like Theodore, and even more to convince Jane and Dragon to take him up into the air so he could try ability like his ancestors once had it. (I'm honestly not sure if he'd actually want to do that, though)

Overall it would be a very slow process, but after they know, I think Jane would respect it, but would also definitely be playful about it at times. "Did you predict me beating you at staves today?" "What do the clouds tell you about your chances of victory?" And, if she saw him looking up at the sky for a while, she'd probably ask "What are your clouds telling you today?" in a half-serious, half-joking tone. She'd be extremely curious about it when she wasn't teasing him about it, especially since it has something to do with dragons. I think she would lowkey force him to try and teach her how to do it, but he wouldn't really be able to. Even if she didn't learn how to do it, they'd still get some good bonding time out of it.

#i spent way too long on this #lol #my fic #my writing #my fic post #ramblings #rambling #jatd fic #jatd au #the mysterious message #jatd gunther #gunther jatd #jane jatd #jatd jane

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dankgentlysholisticstoneragency · 1 year

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The Girl with Golden Hair: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Southern Air Temple

Word Count: 2869

Masterlist

Warnings: None, maybe some cliches but that's it!

We landed at the Port of some small village, in the Earth Kingdom as Iroh told me. After our run in with the Avatar, Iroh taught as much as he could about the world and its habitants so that I would have a better grasp of it and blend in easier. If word got out that I was from another world the consequences could be deadly. When I figured out I could bend water Iroh also told me that he could show me some basic waterbending stances.

"We've landed Prince Zuko" Iroh told the angry boy when he walked above deck and then went down the ramp and I followed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Zuko glared at me.

"I'm coming too, I don't want to be in the ship the whole time, I've never got to travel before so I figured I'd make the best of a bad situation, Prince Zuko." I shot my own dirty look at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, just don't get in my way."

"Why would I ever do myself the displeasure." I huffed crossing my arms, why did I have to be stuck on the ship with the most infuriating boy.

Zuko turned to his uncle ignoring my comeback, "Uncle I want the repairs made as quickly as possible. I don't want to stay too long and risk losing his trail."

Iroh was looking around and staring at the stores we were walking by eyeing all the goods that he wanted to buy, "You mean the Avatar?"

Zuko's face turned red and his eyebrows furrowed into his scowling features, and as he was speaking I saw a figure approaching us from behind and I kept trying to warn him but he wasn't paying attention to anyone but himself, "Don't mention his name on these docks. Once word gets out that he's alive, every firebenders will be out looking for him, and I don't want anyone getting in the way."

"Get in the way of what, Prince Zuko?". The man that came up to us asked. God those sideburns would put Elvis to shame.

"Captain Zhao." Zuko acknowledged him coldly.

"It's Commander now." Zhao bowed to Iroh, "General Iroh, great hero of our nation. And who might you be?" The man turned towards me, taking my hand and bringing to his lips as a greeting. I looked over at Iroh and made a sick face, to which he chuckled.

"Ayaka, sir." I bowed in return.

"Where did you find such a respectful young lady, Prince Zuko? Maybe she could reach you somethings."

"We found floating out at sea, she had been in a shipwreck." Iroh said.

"Well the Fire Lord's brother and son are welcomed guests anytime, as well as a pretty lady." I was seriously gonna be suck, this man seemed so gross, "What brings you to my harbor?"

Iroh motioned to the damaged ship, "Our ship is being repaired"

Zhao looked at it with suspicious eyes, "That's quite a bit of damage."

Zuko jumped in quickly trying to come up with a cover, "Yes!" How inconspicuous, "You wouldn't believe what happened." He tried to motion for Iroh to continue but was paying attention until Zuko jabbed his side, "Uncle! Tell Commander Zhao what happened." I have to admit the awkwardness of Zuko was very cute.

"Yes I will." Iroh caught on, "It was incredible!" He whispered to us, "What? Did we crash into a ship or something?"

"Yes! Right into an Earth Kingdom ship! It was scary." I jumped in, Zuko glared at me.

"Really? You must regale me with the thrilling details." He smirked knowing he had caught us in a trap, "Join me for a drink?"

Zuko realizing the trouble we were in tried to back out quickly, "Sorry but we have to go" He averted his eyes and started walking away.

"Prince Zuko, show Commander Zhao your respect. We would be honored to join you. Do you have any ginseng tea? It's my favorite." Iroh smiled. I giggled at his antics but I fiddled with my hands, I hope this meeting went well."

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We were sitting in Commander's Zhao tent, me and Iroh sipping on our tea watching the event unfold before us, "And by year's end the Earth Kingdom capital will be under our rule. The Fire Lord will finally claim victory in this war." Zhao smiled confidently, and I frowned into my cup.

Zuko vehemently fought back at the idea, "If my father thinks the rest of the world will follow him willingly then he is a fool." I agreed with that notion, many times people have tried to rule over others and treat them as lesser, only to have them fight back and overthrow whoever was ruling.

"Two years at sea have done little to temper your tongue. So how is your search for Avatar going?" I wanted to slap this man for being so condescending, it was truly disgusting. The armour each me and Iroh we're standing by toppled over because Iroh was messing around with it and jumped at the mention of the Avatar, "My fault entirely." Iroh grinned sheepishly."

Getting back to the conversation at hand Zuko gave a deadpan reply, "We haven't found him yet."

"Did you really expect to?" Zhao was pretty much mocking Zuko at this point rubbing salt in the wound, "The Avatar died a hundred years ago. Along with the rest of the airbenders. Unless you have found some evidence that the Avatar is alive."

"No, nothing." Zuko replied.

Zhao sat back, quirking an eyebrow analyzing Zuko's body language, "Prince Zuko, the Avatar is the only one who can stop the Fire Nation from winning this war. If you have an ounce of loyalty left, you'll tell me what you found."

"I haven't found anything." An air of mockery surrounded his tone, "It's like you said, the Avatar probably died a long time ago. Come on Uncle, Ayaka we're going." We followed him to the door only to be stopped by the guards approaching.

"Commander Zhao we interrogated the crew as you instructed. They confirmed Prince Zuko had the Avatar in custody, but let him escape." One guard had reported.

"Now remind me, how exactly was your ship damaged?"

Zhao had Zuko sit across from him while he interrogated the prince, "So a twelve year old boy bested you and your firebenders. You're more pathetic than I thought."

"Not as pathetic as a grown man bullying a kid." I muttered crossing my arms, as I earned a glare from Commander Zhao. It was ridiculous, like yeah Zuko was an angry teenager, but let's be honest what teenager wasn't? Especially one that obviously had daddy issues.

"I underestimated him once, but it will not happen again." Zuko glared at the Commander in front of him.

"No it will not. Because you won't have a second chance."

"I've been hunting the Vatar for two years and I-" Zuko's rant got cut off by Zhao, who firebent and arc of flame turning to Prince Zuko.

"And you failed! Capturing the Avatar is far too important to leave in a teenager's hands. He's mine now."

I stood up and confronted the man, "Like leaving it to a grown adult with too much pride and anger is any better?"

Zhao grabbed me by my wrist, "You will not speak out of turn girl." He gritted through his teeth.

"Nobody tells me what to do, I speak up when I want to, you filthy old man." I glared at him with ferocity for a minute and I could almost feel myself heating up, until he hissed in pain and let go. I was confused, I hadn't done anything to him, but I looked down and saw my skin was red and I touched one wrist to find it to be hot.

I looked up and saw Zhao raise a hand to me, only to have Zuko jump at Zhao, but he was stopped by a guard and Iroh stepped in, "I would advise you against hitting a girl Commander Zhao, it would only like disgraceful if word got out."

Zhao backed down with anger and left the room, "Keep them here."

Zuko yelled in rage and kicked a table in half with one swing, "More tea please!" Iroh smiled at a guard.

I was still thinking about how my skin heated up when I was angry, that was strange, I don't think either Zuko or Iroh noticed way Zhao stepped back. I decided to keep it a secret until I figured it out, maybe I could firebend too, was that possible? A little but of time passed when Zhao came back, "My search party isready. I'm out to sea. My guards will escort you to your ship and you will be free to go."

"Why? Are you worried I'm going to stop you?"

"You? Stop me?" Zhao smiled in amusement, "Impossible."

"Don't underestimate me Zhao! I will capture the Avatar before you!" He stood up ready to fight.

"Iroh tried to stop Zuko, "Prince Zuko, that's enough."

"You can't compete with me. I have thousands of warships under my command, and you? You're just a banished prince. No home, no allies your own father doesn't even want you." Zhao taunted Zuko.

"You're wrong! Once I deliver the Avatar to my father he will welcome me home with honor and restore my rightful place on the throne."

"If you father really wanted you home, he would have let you by now, Avatar or no Avatar. But in his eyes you're a failure and a disgrace to the Fire Nation."

Zuko scowled, "That's not true!"

Zhao laughed at the boy, "You have the scar to prove it."

"Maybe you'd like one to match!" Zuko barked.

Zhao played cool, seemingly unaffected by Zuko's anger, "is that a challenge?"

"An Agni Kai. At sunset."

"Very well," Zhao stood up, "it's a shame your father won't be around to watch me humiliate you. I guess your uncle and girlfriend will do."

"I'm not his girlfriend!"

"She's not my girlfriend!" We both yelled at him as he walked out the room.

Iroh looked to Zuko, "Prince Zuko, have you forgotten the last time you dueled a master."

Zuko faced the door, "I will never forget." To say the least, I was curious. I wanted to know what happened and how Zuko became the banished prince, maybe by knowing that I can help him find the right path.

We had walked to a nearby area that was going to hold the duel and we were going to hang out there until sunset so that Zuko could practice his forms. Curious I copied one simple form he had done when Iroh and him weren't paying attention and fire shot out of my fist. The flames caught the attention of the two men, "Did you guys see that?" I did it again and fire came out of my fist just like the first time, "Wow that's so cool! I can bend water and fire!"

Iroh stroked his beard in through, "That is quite interesting, we will have to expand on the later." I nodded and continued to watch Zuko practice until the sun set the sky on fire.

Zhao had showed up, and both firebenders got ready to face off and Iroh told Zuko to not forget his basics. "Good luck Zuko." I told him sitting next to Iroh, as Zuko stood and the cloak that was strapped around his shoulders fell revealing his bare chest.

"I refuse to let him win." I looked over at Zhao who also stood up and was shirtless, he whispered something to one of his guards and turned fully to face Zuko. Both of them took a stance and Zuko stretched his arms out in front of him, only to lower them leaving behind a trail of flame and then he directs a large fireball at Zhao. Zhao Dodge's it to his left and then quickly steps back right to avoid another blow sent by Zuko. Zhao then dissipates another blow. Zuko roundhouse kicks a flame towards Zhao.

Iroh and I were cheering Zuko on and Iroh yelled out, "Basics Zuko! Break his roots!" Zhao had bested Zuko with a couple blasts that corners Zuko and knocked him off his feet. I chewed on my lip and watched as Zuko sweeped Zhao's feet from under him and then jumped back up, aiming for Zhao's face.

"Do it!" Zhao snarled at the prince. Instead of killing Zhao, Zuko showed mercy firing the blast next to Zhao's head. "That's it? Your father raised a coward."

Zuko glared at the man still on the ground, "Next time you get in my way, I promise I won't hold back." He turned and walked towards us but Zhao got got to his feet and kick a flame in the direction of Zuko, who was unaware, Iroh rushed in and dissipated the flame, grabbing a hold of the commander's foot. Zuko turned toward the man and looked as though all his dirty was about to be released on him.

"No Prince Zuko. Do not taint you're victory." Zuko stopped and I put a hand on his shoulder as a way to maybe calm him down, he looked down at me confused but he seems to relax a bit, "So this is how the great Commander Zhao acts in defeat. Disgraceful, even in exile, my nephew is more honorable than you. Thanks again for the tea, it was delicious." We all walked away, and I stuck my tongue out at Zhao behind the other two's backs.

"Did you really mean that Uncle?" Zuko spoke barely above a whisper.

"Of course. I told you ginseng is my favorite." Iroh gave Zuko a sly smile.

"Mine too." I laughed. We boarded the repaired ship and set sail to search for the Avatar. I sat on the deck of the ship watching the receding shoreline and then once that was gone, I watched the waves pass by, until it was dark. I sat back and watched the stars instead. Feeling my pocket, I fished out my mp3 and listen to whatever song got picked by shuffle. I wonder how long these batteries are going to last me, maybe I can find a way to charge them. This world is so strange and different from my home, but it’s so much more exciting. The people here are so interesting, I mean they bend the elements for God’s sake! Before I knew it I was drifting off into a light sleep, lulled by the waves.

“What are you doing?” I was awakened by Zuko, the sun was starting to come up.

“Wow it feels like this has happened before.” I smirked taking out my headphones, “I was watching the stars last night, fight me about it.” I shrugged it off.

His face scrunched up, “Whatever, I’m not gonna fight you because it wouldn’t be a fair fight, you’d lose. What is that?” He pointed at the mp3 in my hand.

“You’re probably right, maybe you can teach me sometime, Zuko.” I smiled, that seemed to throw him off a little, “ It’s called an mp3 player, it plays music hear do you wanna try?” He nodded, seeming curious now, “Here come sit next to me.”

He sat down and I handed him an earphone, he looked at it with furrowed brows. I put the other one in my ear and he repeated what I did. I put it on shuffle, Bad Reputation by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts came on. We sat and listened to the song as the sun started crawling higher above the watery horizon, “This is rather angry, I kind of like it.”

“It is isn’t it? I like it too.” I smiled, “I guess it seems very odd to you doesn’t it? I mean it’s not everyday you get to listen to portable music.”

“No it isn’t” Zuko laughed a little bit, “It’s not everyday I see someone with gold hair either, so I guess it goes together.”

“What do you mean, do you guys not have blondes in this world?”

“Blonde? If by that you mean gold hair, then nowe don’t. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” He shook his head.

“That’s interesting.” We sat there in silence as the next song that came on, “Why are you keeping aboard? Don’t you hate me or something?”

“Well it’s not exactly smart to let someone with your abilities go, and I don’t hate you, it was a shock to find you on my ship but there’s no reason for me to hate, well except for the fact that you’re annoying and sarcastic.” He said dryly, I decided to take it as a joke.

“Hey! I am not annoying, I just don’t pretend to be cool and stoic all the time.” I poked and stuck my tongue out.

“Whatever you say Ayaka.”

“Ah! Good, you’re both up! It’s time for training.” Iroh interrupted us, and we trained for the rest of the morning, and drank tea and played pai sho in the afternoon waiting for word on any lead to the Avatar.

#zuko x oc #zuko fanfic #zuko #atla #atla fanfic #avatar the last airbender #fanfiction #fanfic

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gundamcalibarney · 2 years

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I need more information about tornado in locomotion 👀

*cracks knuckles* Get ready for paragraphs of info then.

The basics are that Tornado (They/Them) is a new build, they're a part of Scotsman's not so little friend group though they're role in it is 'the disgruntled grandchild'.

Now if i wanna discuss Tornado then i'm gonna have to discuss the original Peppercorn A1 Pacifics, The Peppercorns were well liked among engines and on some degree were considered the Gresleys but more likeable and easy to get along with, some have even started romantic and friendly connections with some.

Of course it all went down when Scrapping started, unlike the others they were weirdly blase about it except Saint Mungo (who Mallard notes Tornado has great vocal resemblance to) who had an attempt at preservation before failing.

Blue Peter certainly exists and it would be dickish to not acknowledge his existence but he's an A2 but his status as last Peppercorn Pacific standing doesn't go unnoticed.

Jump forward to Tornado, when news spread about a new build nearly every engine was ecstatic. A New build? Sign them the FUCK up! And when they found out it's a Peppercorn? HOLY SHIT!!

As explained by Scotsman in the story on their art, most of the engines got too excited at their existence when they Actually first came to being which immediately caused Really bad impressions.

It's kinda like having relatives who are like a bit too pushy when trying to interact with you in a sense?

Tornado was Very reclusive for a time because of them hounding them for stuff on new build, then they got mean as a result and the engines are like "Wow how did you turn into an asshole?" and then Tory has like an office moment.

(Like the Bluebell Railway engines are the only ones at the time who respect Tornado's privacy and don't try to gang up on them like news reporters.)

(the rest below the readmore because WHEW this is long)

Blue Tornado has been explained in the same post as the story but to add, it was also known as Tornado's Asshole year because this engine spirit just straight up throws pebbles at other engines to not interact with them (Especially Sir Nigel Gresley) and did not make much friends as a result.

Rosemary, the human girl who was featured in said story post sought out to help them (partially at Scot's request). So she goes to the Didcot railway where Tornado is once more, having their personal space disrespected. They get overwhelmed and flee the engine.

Rose, being what one could consider a ghost therapist at this point befriends Tornado via talking and getting through to them. I have a whole mind made dialogue and it kinda gets sad.

It turns into Rosemary and Tornado friendship moment

(Gonna point out that Rosemary is a minor, specifically she's around 12-13).

Rosemary then says to the engines that "HEY maybe DONT try to get nosy they're jhst trying to live." but y'know she's only talking to the Didcot engines so it mostly works.

Tornado gets a little better after that, getting a bit more assertive and not pebble throwing after that and to BR Green following, which is them starting to be more assertive with not wanting people treating them like the next greatest thing since mine carts and general vulture behaviour.

However as also explained in that post, they're not out of it Yet as some engines also start trying to Push certain things on them, particularly engines built around the pre-diesel era.

So Tornado starts making friends with the heritage diesel shunters but some of the preserved engines are like "WHAT? A STEAM ENGINE LIKE YOU TALKING TO DIESELS LIKE THEM?? Fucking whack."

And then like some heritage steamers start purposefuly swaying them into not talking to them and then like being all "oh but a Proper steam engine like you shouldn't be around a crowd such as them."

But Tornado goes. "Okay but like, three whole friends is three whole friends regardless of the engine type." and then the other engine goes "EKJFKSKKDJKSJFJSWK WHAT ARE YPU TALKING ABT????"

They then befriend Riley the N2 who subsequently mentions Flying Scotsman to them who also says is famous and Tory's like "FAMOUS?? THEN WHY HAVE I NEVER HEARD OF THEM BEFORE????"

Tornado then gets invited to stay at the NRM for a couple days or so and because of Rose's word is not hounded by every engine there. They are however given a small task, that task is a set of Very specific instructions,

- Go to the work sheds, if nothing happens for 3 minutes check sweep the entire area and if something happens/nothing happens in 5 minutes then report your findings to Mallard

Other than that it was surprisingly uneventful.

Come around late 2016 or 2017 they finally Meet the oh so famous Flying Scotsman and Scot's like "hey wanna join my emo friend group."

"Y E A H ! ! !"

"Oh btw those every specific instructions were because during overhaul i started being a bitchy poltergeist lmao."

" W H A T ? ? ?"

And BOOM friendship, emphasis on that since Tornado is WAAAY younger than Scot and i see her as a grandma.

Since then things have mostly gone good with them, they make more friendships (except Sir Nigel Gresley cause fuck her) and are basically what the original Peppercorns were way back when.

Blue Peter muses, that it's like some time travel bullshit happened to get this to happen.

Oh and that disgruntled part comes from the fact that they have to be the one calm one to Scotsman's boisterousness, and since Truro doesnt run anymore and Pendennis is in Didcot and Tory sees them the most they have to be the ones to dissuade Scot from doing stupud things.

There's actually a couple bits of stuff that i haven't mentioned, and i will leave that unmentioned for a while.

#answer #Re:T0LD #Locomotion #Tornado #wow this was really long #well u asked for info so heres info #okay but there are world building and plot reasons why Rosemary is the only one who is like talking to the engines

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sweetwolfcupcake · 3 years

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Allurement: Waves

Yandere Namjoon x Reader

The scantily-leaved trees held on to the last of their dying offspring. But the west-winds seemed to be unbothered, trying to tear away those leaves from the branches as the rest, hued in dull to bright shades of nature danced along on the ground.

And a few crushed beneath (Y/N)'s shoes, it would have been a fun activity: crushing dried leaves under her shoes. But she was rushing towards the car waiting for her.

"So quick!" Park Jimin, as sweet and polite as the man could be, was no less a sassy hellion if he required to be. And of all, he loved to sass around her the best. But most of the time, he did have a good reason to.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I woke up late." (Y/N) was quick to apologise, as she passed him a sheepish smile while taking a seat beside him.

"You are lucky that I like you, besides, we can always drive a bit faster, or take the shortcut? So do put on your seatbelt." he smiled at her before the car roared to life and the wheels came to life and the car went off.

It had not been too long since she had begun working under Mr Kim as his secretary, temporary secretary. About three months or so. But the previous autumn, when he had put forth the proposal of giving her the job, it did not feel long ago, while in reality. it had been a year, a whole, complete revolution of the earth around the Sun and there she was, riding with Jimin to her workplace- the Kim Group of Companies' headquarters, where the respected young CEO sat and operated from.

And within a year, nothing seemed to have changed, the water of life seemed to be stagnant. But she could feel the change, deep, greater changes like upheaval in the ocean, the waves, gigantic, monstrous, terrifying. Threatening to drown her. There was so much that had changed.

Park Jimin was a great company and an excellent friend. She had found out soon after the bond of friendship had been established between the two.

Kim Namjoon was an excellent boss and that, her job as his secretary, as reasonably draining, had so much to learn from. She admired Miss Choi for her efficiency, (Y/N) had so much more to learn, both from her job as well as her employer.

And she also discovered, gradually of course, that behind the all too sophisticated, groomed gentleman laid a clumsy gentle giant who would often burn his fingers trying to make himself a cup of coffee, or even trying to pass on hot food and drinks to her. And it was devastatingly endearing.

But most of all, (Y/N) had learnt that her mother was dying. The illness was eating her mother away, chipping away her health and endurance and there was nothing (Y/N) could do about it, nothing could prevent the inevitable. So she made peace with the fact, even though she knew that deep within, she was dreading the day her mother's sunken eyes would close for eternity. But she came to accept the fact that her mother could not be saved. All she could do was to make peace with the tragedy of life, that lied within the shortness of it.

So on the surface, (Y/N)'s life was calm and stable as a lake, yet the giant waves of changing wind terrified her under the same surface.

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"You have a meeting with the lead investors this morning, the files and reports have been arranged at your desk." she listed off from her phone gifted by the company. It was not the day's schedule, a day in Kim Namjoon's life was nothing if it could not be defined as 'busy', it was the first half of a typical Monday morning in the company.

As soon as she was done, which was rather quickly, she placed a cup of steaming brew in front of her employer- double expresso with two cubes of sugar- just the way he liked it. Mr Kim smiled at her appreciatively. It was one of the many things she liked about him and admired. He never took his employees for granted, he had never failed to let her know that he appreciated her efforts to keep his day running smoothly and sorting things out for him.

"Thank you (Y/N), I hope you had your share of morning booster as well?" she nodded with a faint smile playing on her lips before handing off the files to him as she began to brief him regarding the topics and issues he and the company had been working on.

The projects and the required consumptions and stock- price data. It was not every day that the investors would gather at the conference room, but since a new project at hand was to begin, a meeting with the investors was required.

"Well, the reports look good (Y/N), did Mr Min mail you the required files?"

"Yes, the deal was explained there. He would be presenting along with you, it is regarding the profit margin and how the chances of loss and risk are low this time," she explained, to which he nodded

"Yes, and I require you to be with me in this meeting."

"Of course I will be with you, Sir, I am your secretary."

"No, I mean sit beside me, you won't be standing behind as you have been. And I expect all your focus on the presentation, okay? There is so much you would be learning from this." she gave him an obedient nod with a small smile.

She did not intend to disappoint him at any cost. Mr Kim was her role model, she looked up to him. Given, that she despised the spotlight and the position of CEO was not for her, but she was found herself to be a perfect fit for the position of secretary. Despite how demanding her job could get, Mr Kim was an excellent boss and mentor. He was at ease, most of the time. At most, she had seen his eyes grow cold and jaws clenched, perhaps only twice, that too if something went seriously downhill. It was a sliver of what might be laying under the controlled and calm persona. He was a human too after all.

She made her way towards her desk as soon as the briefing was over. Mr Kim's office was massive, and he did not wish to waste time on having to ring her to come to his office, thus he had a desk for her arranged in his office itself. It was kind of a mini-open office, her boss and her working under the same roof, no barriers between them, she could approach him anytime she wanted to and he did not need a phone anymore to summon her.

They had settled into a routine like that. She would begin her day by bringing him his much-needed cup of coffee and listing the first half of his morning schedule, then she could begin with her works of arranging files, stacking reports, sending emails, scanning through and replying to the mails, researching on the potential business partners, making and answering phone calls, deciding and listing appointment and other project-related materials those were deemed necessary by Mr Kim.

And all the months of working under him had been able to provide her with a unique perspective of him. There were so many things she would have never been able to discover otherwise, for instance, the fact that he loved crabs- not on his plate- but on his palms as he would gently cradle those tiny creatures whenever he would come across them. He even owned a crab, a pet crab. She would not have known had he not rambled off regarding his love for crabs while he had ordered gourmet food for them when she was required to stay some extra hours, which was a frequent occurrence. The workload could be a bit too much for him to handle, besides, those extra hours consisted far less of work one would expect and more of them talking, she had finally been able to let him enter her comfort zone, she would be damned if she had not. He had been exceptionally generous to her, he was kind and approachable, time and again he had proved it, both as a superior as well as a person.

He was warm, gentle and funny, unintentionally funny. Especially when he would break his glasses more than once a month, it would be a miracle if his AirPods would not be lost within the first week of purchase. And while his constant misplacement of files and other such important documents had managed to make her purse her lips in annoyance more than once. The warm, dimpled sheepish smile had did not allow the annoyance to remain. Because even if he would be exhausted after a day's of overwhelming work, he would not forget to wish her good night before they left the office, because even if she would be a bit late with her coffee, he never threw a fit like one would expect the boss to do. And because despite his busy schedule, he would manage to inquire about her mother's health.

Mr Kim was different. He was everything any woman would crave for and desire. And despite not being the one with shallow indulgence, she had found herself falling for her employer. It did not happen overnight. It was a gradual process, like sleep.

(L/N)(Y/N) was in love with Kim Namjoon, her boss, the heir of the legendary Kim Group of Companies.

And it had been so easy to fall in love with that man. Despite her previous reservations. And she was well-aware that the love would go tragically unreciprocated. They were worlds apart in more than one ways, the social gap, the economic gap, the professional. Everything laid in front of her to see, understand and accept the fact that her love for Kim Namjoon could not bridge the distance between the moon and a mere earthly admirer. To him, she would be many of the faceless women waiting for his attention and thronging around him if he came to know about her newfound feelings. And she did not want that to happen. She did not wish to ruin the sweet, friendly professional bond she had established with him.

And yet, she could not help the bittersweet blooms in her heart every time she would see him smile. Because she knew that sooner or later, he would be having a much warmer smile, eyes shining with love and adoration for a woman who would own his heart. It was impossible for a man like Kim Namjoon to remain single for long, he was the country's most eligible bachelor after all. Or perhaps he already had someone special in his heart, a secret lover perhaps. The mere thought dimmed her mood and often made her shoulders slump.

Of all the massive, daunting waves threatening to crash upon her, her newfound romantic attachment to her employer was the most terrifying one. Because she knew that wave would come crashing down and drown her. And that single wave against all others frightened her the most because it threatened to cause upheaval on the calm surface of her life and become the cause of her ultimate demise.

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Stuck on You...

All the former Titans and their kids laughed at Cyborg's reaction to the story they were currently narrating.

Dick, Kory, Mar'i, Vic, Karen, formerly known as Bumble Bee, and TJ and Beast Boy's family were currently all sprawled around the Logan household's living room, as all the friends told the kids the much-anticipated story.

'And kids,' Dick started, looking at his daughter, Mark and Maya, and TJ, Vic's son. 'That is how the "cutest" couple in the Titans universe came to be!' He chuckled.

Raven and Gar looked at each other as they leaned in for a kiss.

'Eww... PDA!' Maya and Mark whined as Mar'i smiled. 'I love, love.' She muttered under her breath.

Breaking away from the kiss, Gar asked, 'PDA? But I'm behind the closed doors of my house... with my family.'

'It means "Parental Display of Affection".' TJ chirped in.

'And it's much worse than "Public Display of Affection", believe me." Maya said.

All of them burst out laughing.

'But I have to say, I loved your story!' Mar'i said in a sing-song way. 'You really are the "cutest" and most romantic couple!'

'Hey!' Dick pretended to look offended, 'You do know that your parents are Dick and Kory Grayson, right?' He joked as the room was once again filled up with laughs.

'Well, I've gotta say, Logan.' Came a voice from above Garfield's head which made him release a girly "eep!" as Damian Wayne hanged upside down from the ceiling. 'You very much knew what you were doing.'

'WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?' Gar exclaimed, surprised from his visit.

'He came in with the Graysons', Dad,' Mark spoke up. 'Didn't you notice?'

'No!' Gar exclaimed, clutching his chest. He looked at Damian. 'I'm getting old dude, don't scare me like that!'

'I'll keep that in mind.' He replied, still hanging upside down, a smirk playing on his lips.

Though the present leader of the Titans would never admit it, he liked the former hero.

Yes, it was true that he was too immature of an adult, but he was also an amazing person and Damian always regarded him with respect, though small moments like these were common between them.

'So, Little D, word has it that you went on a date with Maya Logan here?' Dick smirked.

At this, Damian's eyes wide opened as he lost his balance and fell down from the ceiling, falling to the ground with a light "thud".

'Huh, who knew Damian Wayne could fall off like that?' Dick joked at his beloved, flustered brother

Maya, on instinct, rushed towards him and helped him stand up. After smoothening his red hoodie, and nodding a quick thanks at Maya, he finally regained his composure.

'It wasn't a date.' He glared with red cheeks at his step-brother, who was grinning. 'We just went to a library after school and as it was getting late, we just go-'

'Yeah, yeah, we know.' Gar cut him off, waving his hands in front of him. He slowly walked towards Damian and took a big breath. 'And, unless and until I get no complaints... I allow you to date my daughter.'

Maya blushed at her father's announcement, and a tinge of red was also visible on the Robin's cheeks.

'Re-really?' He asked, a bit surprised.

'Yeah.' Garfield put a hand on the boy's shoulder. 'I know you, Damian. You're an amazing kid, and I believe Maya will be safe with you... Just don't harm her.' He said the last line with gritted teeth as he squeezed Damian's shoulder with so much pressure, that the Boy Wonder's arm began to visibly shake.

'Ye- Yes Sir!' Damian gave an uncharacteristic squeak as Gar released his grip.

'Your daughter is safe with me.' He insisted, and then gave a small smile as he lifted his hand for a handshake, 'Thank you, Gar.'

Gar shook his head with a smile as he pulled the unsuspecting boy into a bear hug, as all the people around the room "aww-ed".

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After all the entertaining events of the night, everyone was occupied with something or the other after a rather delicious feast prepared by Raven, with the help of her generous husband, of course.

As Raven was busy putting away some leftover food in the refrigerator, she took a moment to look around her.

She saw Kory and Karen, who were helping her do the dished earlier, were still preoccupied with gossips.

Dick was telling something to Damian and Maya, but she could see that they were paying less to no attention at the rambling adult, as they looked busy staring into each other's eyes. She let herself smile at that.

On the couch, she saw Vic playing video games with Gar. She smirked, Vic was still good at beating Garfield's butt at video games.

In the distance, she saw TJ talking to Mar'i, who looked a bit confused, while Mark was standing near them with a magazine, glancing at his friends with tinted cheeks. TJ is probably being the wingman for Mark. She smiled.

Raven remembered when they were younger, probably 18, or 19, Cyborg, and on some good days, even Nightwing would act as wingmen for Beast Boy, but she always dismissed them, thinking of it as some kind of prank. She laughed, thinking of the memories.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist as she was lost in her thoughts.

'Hey, beautiful.' Gar whispered from her back. 'Something on your mind?'

'Nothing particularly..' She turned around to face him. 'Look at everyone...' She breathed.

Gar smiled and looked around the room.

'Look at them,' He looked at Damian and Maya, both in their own little bubble. 'Our little girl's all grown up...' He wiped a fake tear from his eyes.

Raven smiled, 'And what about Mark?'

'Ehh, he was ought to leave the house someday...' Gar jokingly waved her off as they both ended up laughing.

'But, seriously,' He said, looking at TJ taking to Mar'i while Mark was trying to be "cool". 'I have to teach my son some skills. He's not getting any girl like that.'

Raven chuckled.

'It's so amazing...' She breathed after a pause, 'All of us are still together... the Titans I mean. And, it's not like it's forced or anything... All of us are really... truly happy to be in each other's lives.'

'Yeah, well,' Gar smiled. 'We are a family, Rae. Vic, Kory, Dick, Karen... we're all part of such an amazing.. dysfunctional family.' He chuckled.

'I never thought I would have a family of mine, Gar...' Raven said, clutching his chest.

'But here you are, Rae!' He smiled, tightening his grip around her small frame. 'You're blessed with two amazing children... and a dashing and handsome husband if I do say so myself.' He wriggled his eyebrows which made her chuckle. 'And, you're an awesome wife and a loving mother... and the fact that you are also a selfless hero.. it all just adds up!'

Raven smiled.

Their relationship wasn't always the best one... It was mostly on-and-off.

But, in the end, both of them knew if they were to end up with someone, it would always be each other.

No matter how heated their arguments got... at the end of the day, all that mattered was they loved each other, and no one and nothing could ever change that.

She looked at him, his face glowing in front of her. He was always an open book, and though he did try to bury some emotions, Raven always knew better.

But now, in front of her, in his bright green eyes, there were no regrets, no sadness, no doubts or "what if" thoughts.

All that was there was happiness, adoration, passion, love, and hope for an even brighter future together.

Unable to control herself from all the wonderful emotions flowing off of him, she leaned forward and crashed her lips with his. Gar was taken a bit off guard but kissed her back just as passionately.

'What was that for?' He asked, panting a bit from the hot kiss.

'Nothing... just.' Raven held him close, burying her face into his arms. 'I love you, Gar.'

He smiled and kissed her head, holding her close.

'I love you too, Rae...'

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Part 2 "I am" Bucky x OFC (#043)

Description: #043 is Dr. Leeb's greatest success. He took immense pride in raising her to be the perfect combatent and it was finally time for her skills to be put to use. His only worry is bringing outside variables into his perfect equation but when the heads of Hydra give you orders, you follow them. #043 is sent on her first mission and things do not go as planned.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, very much a slow burn. Bucky Barnes x OFC, Winter Soldier X OFC.

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Here is the second part of #043's story! I'm sorry there is no Bucky yet but I can promise that he will be coming in soon! (I did say that this would be a slow burn). Enjoy! <3

Part 1

Dr. Leeb sniffed again, those damn cleaning products always set him off, he had tried his damn hardest to get used to the smell of the sterile facilities but even after thirteen years his nose would not stop running, it was so embarrassing. Especially at a time like this, when he was in conference with the very head of Hydra. They had contacted his lab about using #043 in the field, he had agreed without hesitation- he knew his project was ready and he could hardly contain his excitement as the General laid out the mission briefing. It was finally time to show the whole of Hydra just what he could achieve, they would finally respect his mind.

"Dr. Leeb we have read your reports, #043, code name Eris, sounds very promising. Can you back up your claims?" The man known as The General spoke, his voice although tinny through the speakers of his office carried a deep undertone of threat. If Dr. Leeb was not sweating before he was now, he had rehearsed for this moment all he had to do was speak. He cleared his throat, sniffed and dapped at his forehead with his handkerchief.

"Well, General." He cursed his voice for coming out higher than normal. "As you know former experiments for the Eris project came up negative but #043 is different, whether this is due to her age or her biology I do not know, there is a possibilty-"

"Dr. Leeb, cut to the chase, what can she do?"

"Ah, right" He loosened his tie a bit, were the fans even working in here? "Yes, #043 is the perfect blend between technology and humanity. She arrived to us in a... less than ideal state this has meant that her left leg had to be amputated above the knee and her right leg was amputated below the knee, her legs were replaced with advanced prosthetics, based upon the Winter Soldier project. These were replaced to grow with her, it was a marvel really how we managed to make them grow perfectly wi-"

"Doctor!"

"Ah, sorry, yes, well. These legs allow her to run faster than the average human being, she has reached over speeds of 60mph - this of course is helped with the super soldier serum that she has adapted to perfectly. The serum, of course, has made her taller, stronger and altogether better. She is only 16 and has already grown to be 6 feet tall, it is likely that she can grow more, she can lift her body weight easily. She has also received the benefits of advanced healing, there has yet to be an injury that has not healed within the day. #043 is trained in Muay Thai, Judo, Comat Sambo to name a few, she has mastered firearms and the use of close combat weaponry- being most proficient in the use of brass knuckles. Her senses are enhanced by the serum have given her a great skill in prediction. She is brutal, cold and most importantly, loyal to Hydra."

Dr. Leeb nervously pushed up his glasses, it was impossible to read what The General was feeling. The man's face was eternally stuck in a position of serious anger- it was rather intimidating.

"This sounds promising Dr. Leeb. I read that she was trained intellectually as well?"

"Yes, yes #043 can speak Russian, English, German, Chinese, Japanese, French, Romanian and Spanish fluently and has been taught how to use the most advanced technologies. Her physical training has always taken priority, however, but I can assure you General that if you have a wall to break through she can do it."

There was a beat of silence as the General seemed to mull something over, there was a rustle of paper on the other side of the monitor. Dr. Leeb took in some deep breaths as he waited for the General to say something, dabbing at his forehead once more to try and get rid of the sweat dripping down his brow.

"Is it true, Dr. Leeb, that you believe she could take out the Winter Soldier?"

"Yes." Dr. Leeb answered without hesitation. "We are waiting for confirmation from the scientist on the Winter Soldier project but we are scheduling for them to meet. Remember she is has yet to reach full maturation, there is no doubt that she could best the Soldier when she is fully formed, we just wish to... encourage her to see him as a threat and enemy."

"Your faith is evident, Leeb, very well, here is the details of the mission- if she fails it will be on your head Doctor."

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#043 was training, as usual, she was in the middle of combat training facing of against a large group of hydra soldiers. While she knew she could defeat them one on one, having six of them attack at the same time was proving much more difficult. It was practically impossible to dodge and block every hit coming her way, much less think about landing a punch. She currently unarmed so at least two hits on vital areas would be necessary to knock one soldier unconscious. As she was dodging she began to form a plan, she would have to spread the soldiers out, she could tackle one down and run through them but they would see that coming a mile away, she could try throwing one away but that would take far too much time. There was only one option left, to jump.

#043 stopped dodging and planted her feet, she doubled her efforts to block incoming blows and began to tense her knees. The mechanical legs clanked and whirred as the cogs inside them tightened- the only warning any of the soldiers got was the hissing of hydraulics as #043 released the tension within her legs and shot straight over the heads of the group of soldiers. She twisted in the air and landed heavily in the ground with a loud cracking sound as the concrete broke below her. She was now facing the bewildered looking group of soldiers, she smirked, as they began to run to her. Just as they reached her she jumped once more, landing right at the back by the slowest member. They were down in two swift blows to their kidney's and temple. This unfair game of cat and mouse continued until it was only two soldiers remaining.

The following fight was easy to her. One of the soldiers was taken out by a high kick to the head from her left leg and a solid stomp to the sternum cracking numerous ribs and collapsing his chest. The other was simply ended by a push kick to the chest to put them off balance and #043 swiftly grabbed one of their legs and threw them into the far wall where they impacted with a harsh thud, leaving a rather large dent in the plaster. #043 drew in a deep breath and relaxed, letting her hands fall to her sides just as the voice of Dr. Leeb entered the sandpit.

"Well done, #043! You continue to improve day by day." She felt her eye twitch as he sniffed once more. "I have some good news for you, you are to go outside."

"Outside?" Her voice was gravelly from lack of use.

"Yes, you are about to go on your first mission, it is a rather simple one mind you- I think the General is just trying to test me with this- I have no doubt that you will succeed with flying colours, you are my perfect equation."

"What will I have to do?"

"You are to infiltrate the home of a Mr. Hugo Malet, a prominent figure in the arms trade. Hydra has a target on his head and you, my dear, have the honour of being the gun who aims for it." Dr. Leeb began walking away, gesturing for #043 to follow. She eyed her trainer waiting for permission. The stern woman just gave a nod and #043 was off walking just behind Dr. Leeb, peering over his shoulder to the files he held in his hand. He continued to brief her all the way to his office.

"Mr. Malet here has a holiday chalet in the French Alps, a rather modest six bedroom, five bathroom ordeal, wholly unnecessary for his family of four but if you have the money. Such a shame he got that money by selling weapons to the wrong people. Here." Dr. Leeb sat in his desk chair before sliding the file over to #043. "Look at him, memorise his face, his family is meant to join him in the chalet in a week but if there are any others witness you must eliminate them as well- do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Repeat it to me."

"Hugo Malet, Chalet, French alps, no witnesses, no traces left behind."

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In the helicopter over to the Alps #043 did not know who was more nervous, her or Dr. Leeb who had insisted on monitoring the mission in person. The plan was simple, she would parachute down to the drop zone two miles away from the chalet and run to the chalet where, under the cover of night, #043 would erase the traitors.

"T-10 mins until deployment."

The announcement over the intercom spurred her into action, she began triple checking her harness and parachute, placed the night vision goggles over her eyes and ensured that the mask covering the lower half of her face was secure. Once she was sure she was ready she took her position. The side door opened to reveal the pitch black, snowy exterior of the alps, the temperature was immediately freezing . Dr. Leeb piped up behind her.

"Do not disappoint me #043, once this goes successfully the Eris project will be a reality. You know what will happen if you fail."

#043 shivered at the threat, memories enclosed walls, electric chairs and sore flesh flickering in her mind and with a single nod she jumped.

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The run to the chalet had been uneventful and soon the chalet was in view. There was a warm glow coming from within and through the window #043 could see the figure of her target walking around the lower floors.

"Status report" The voice of Dr. Leeb crackled through her earpiece.

"Target sighted, moving to engage."

Armed only with a silenced pistol and her brass knuckles she moved stealthily through the pine trees until she found the backdoor. Much to her joy it was unlocked and she entered silently. There was the faint sound of some sort of soft music playing in the front room, following the noise she crept towards the slightly ajar door down the corridor.

She entered the room, pistol first, to see Hugo Malet sipping wine on the couch, sitting in front of the fireplace a woman - presumably his wife- under his arm. Without hesitation #043 shot both figures through the back of the head, killing them instantly. She approached the bodies, turning them both over to confirm their identities.

"Target is dead, his wife also."

"Great job, #043, no witnesses. Return to Location Alpha"

#043 stared at the two bodies for too long. They were slumped, still cuddled against one another, their eyes dull and lifeless. If it wasn't for the bullet hole through their foreheads'. Their lives had so easily been ended, they had not even seen it coming. She had taken lives before, but they had always been fighting her- it was her or them. This was new, the easy kills. The easy killing felt wrong, she felt wrong, her hands began to shake. Her mask began to feel too tight, the air in the room was too dense for her to breathe- desperately she made her way to the window- opening it to let the fresh air hit her face.

"Mummy? Daddy? Can I have some hot chocolate?"

#043 froze, the voice was high pitched, a child's voice, her head turned in horror to watch the door to the front room open and the Malet's youngest son enter the room. His face immediately creased into confusion, too young to understand why his parents were slumped, motionless on the couch. He was so small. #043 knew about the concept of children, she was certain she herself must have been one at some point, but she had never realised how small they are. This one must have only reached her knees, his small arms were reaching for his parent's until he caught #043 in his sight. She slowly raised her pistol.

"Who are you?" The small child asked

"I am..." she stuttered, who was she? A number? How old was she? Was she once this child, this small, this helpless, this clueless, this... innocent? The boy's eyes shone with tears and fear.

"Are you a friend of Daddy's?"

Such innocence, so small, every fibre of #043's being was screaming at her- no witnesses- but her hand was shaking, her hands never shook, there was some p[art of her that refused to harm this child. The longer she looked into his eyes the farther down she pointed her pistol.

"I am..."

But if she left this child alive she would be put in that chair again, she would be hit and placed in that tiny room, she would be a failure and Dr. Leeb would be disappointed in her. She slowly began to walk towards the small child who simply looked up at her, wide eyed and teary.

"Who..." The child's voice faded away as #043 was looked directly down at him.

"I am... Eris."

With that Eris hit the child over the head with the butt of her pistol , enough to knock him unconscious but not enough to kill him, then fired a shot into the ground by his head, she hoped that an ambulance would arrive soon. She took a deep breath before climbing out the window, leaving the crime scene behind.

"Returning to Location Alpha, No witnesses remain."

Part 3

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