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dalishthunder · 2 years

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The Right Tool for the Job (2/?)

Eyes of Charming

Rating: T Pairing: Percy De Rolo/Reader (gender neutral) Words: 2466 slow burn, nerdy shit

News of Vox Machina's triumph over the blue dragon Brimscythe spread throughout the realm no more than a few days after Percy and Vex'ahlia had left your shop. You would have been lying if you'd said there wasn't a moment of exhilaration when you'd realized that meant you would be getting those dragon parts that you'd requested. You would be working with dragon parts soon.

Dragon scales for the finest scale mail around; reinforced and resistant to lightning just like the hide of a blue dragon. You'd even started making a few schematics on your drawing board. Dragon blood for potions. Powdered dragon tooth for enchanting. A bellow sack to study the way it produced electricity to try to replicate that sort of storm surge.

Truly, when those two had entered your shop it had been a moment of serendipity. And for a moment, you felt vindicated in your choice of virtue name.

Serendipity.

An unexpected windfall. A moment where fate chose to show kindness instead of cruelty.

But as the days ticked by... no one came.

And life was very much just the same at your shop.

You heaved a heavy sigh, pausing from your work to lean against the windowsill, broom resting in your hands as your daydreams swept you up into the silly fantasy of what it would be like to be someone. Someone important. Someone people respected.

A wisp of dust swirled around your feet as you idly swept.

One day maybe your wondrous creations would catch the eye of a noble who would properly compensate you.

No, no. That was unfair to Vox Machina. They were probably incredibly busy now, and they would get you the dragon parts they had promised. They were great, honorable protectors of the realm, and they hadn't forgotten about you. They just weren't able to get away to give you the promised items.

Hell even if they only got you half of the parts they promised, that would be more than enough for you. You'd high balled them anyway. If they brought the whole thing, you'd give them a few enchanted arrows. You'd seen Vex'ahlia eyeing them up when they were here. Currying favor with such generous patrons could really help fund your experiments.

A ding alerted you to customers. You immediately whipped around, "Welcome to Windfall Wonders! What sort of wondrous items are you looking for today?"

"Darling!" Said a familiar voice as Vex'ahlia came into view.

Your heart skipped a beat. This was happening. This was really happening.

"It's so good to see you." Percy followed her in tow, and behind him, another man who looked strikingly like Vex'ahlia. "How are you doing? How's business?"

"I'm doing okay, making coin where I can. I hear you were successful in your venture." You smiled at them all, shyly looking away when she and the man who was presumably her brother smiled back. It was a moment of weakness.... You couldn't help it, they were all incredibly beautiful people.

It wasn't fair, really, for anyone to be that beautiful.

The two siblings spoke at the same time.

"Slit that bastard's throat."

"Yes, we did. We're Emon's protectors now."

Beautiful and generous and valiant and heroic and-

"So, here's the kicker though. We don't have any dragon parts per se."

-lying , thieving scum.

"Buuuut, we did bring you the thirty eight gold that we owed you for the powder. Go on, Percy." She shoved him forward like a scapegoat, "Pay the nice shopkeep for the black powder."

He gave her an incensed look, but stepped towards your counter and placed the coins on it. "I want to thank you again for the powder, it was instrumental in our resounding vic-"

You swallowed down some of your rage. Some of your pride.

"-tory against the drag-"

But you were tired of being a meek little stone for people to step all over.... Or like a doormat. Yes, you were tired of being a doormat.

"Get out." You interrupted him, and he looked taken aback.

Vex'ahlia gave you an uneasy smile, "Darling, you know we're so sorry about all of this. Really, we would have-"

"I don't care. Get out."

Sure, maybe it was a silly decision to turn away such high profile clients , but they'd given you their word . That should mean something.

"Come now, I'm sure we can put our heads together and come to an agreement here." Vex'ahlia's brother turned to her, "Vex, surely you brought something even better than dragon parts for our dear friend here?"

"Of course, Vax. We have something even better for such a generous, discerning, and understanding shopkeep."

Your ironwork wonder was already lumbering its way over to them, having heard the words get out repeated over and over again. "Hold on, Bosco. Let's hear what they have to offer."

Percy was quiet, shooting both of them questioning glances.

"See, I told you, brother. This shop is run by such a marvelous person. Wonderful even, just like the name." Vex gave you a charming smile, and did your best to resist. "So, how would you say to having a bit of help around. Someone to help you manufacture your wares, and man your shop so you can spend your time on the things that really matter the most?" She winked, but you refused to give in. "All of this free of charge, of course."

"Why would I want someone I don't know working in my shop. I have very exacting standards for each item on my shelves. A bitch boy is poor compensation for what I was promised for putting my trust in you." You crossed your arms, staring them down. You weren't going to give her an inch... though it would be nice to have some help around the shop.... Someone to greet customers and do the annoying things you hated like sweeping and cleaning.

"I can assure you we would never leave you with anyone who couldn't live up to your standards." Vax spoke this time, smooth as olive oil. "You did us a tremendous favor, help us return it."

"Our dear Percy would be more than capable to help you out around your shop. After all, he is quite the inventor, and just look at him-"

She pinched his cheek as he let out an indignant, "I never agreed to this."

"-I'm sure your customers will just adore him."

He was pretty.

Incredibly so.

"And, of course he'd be working free of charge. Any day that we're not out there protecting the realm from the forces of evil, he'll be yours until he's worked off his debt." Vex said with a coy smile.

The siblings ushered him forward like a sacrificial lamb, and the thought of one of Vox Machina working for you was awfully tempting. That would be good for business, and Percy would probably be a heart throb among your clients. Not to mention, watching a noble do manual labor for you was....

"...Okay. I accept your offer."

He gave the two of them a tight lipped grimace before giving you an equally tight lipped smile. You were almost positive a vein in his head was about to burst.

"You really are quite the haggler. Such cunning business sense." Vex grinned. "Now how much for these arrows, and does Percy get an employee discount?"

Vax let out a snort, covertly covering his mouth before standing up straight and sauntering over. "Sister, perhaps we should allow the proverbial ink to dry and let our friends to get acquainted with one another before we discuss Percy's perks."

You ignored the dry taste in your mouth, "Thirty gold per arrow. A bundle of ten for two eighty."

She mulled it over for a bit, leaning on the counter.

You watched her intently.

She wasn't going to pull another fast one over on you again. No matter how many free shop attendants she promised you.

She opened her mouth and you quickly cut her off. "That price is non-negotiable."

She immediately pursed her lips, looking you up and down. Before smiling and giving you a wink. "I suppose it is a good deal." Vex said as she pulled out a satchel and began counting out the coins.

You let out a mental sigh of relief, making your way over and packing up her arrows and handing them to her. "Now please leave my shop." You said politely but firmly. "I have much to do."

"Of course." Vex said, beginning to saunter out, Vax already halfway out the door.

Percy turned to leave with them, but you shook your head, clicking your tongue. "Not you, Percival. There's work to be done."

The deep breath he took was audible from where you stood, and part of you relished in it while the other worried that you would upset him. He faced you, stone faced. "And what is it that you need?"

You handed him the broom, giving him what you hoped was a reassuring smile that sweeping wasn't going to kill him.

Jade. His eyes were a vivid jade green. You hadn't really noticed it before, but meeting them now.... He was heart wrenchingly pretty.

You were staring.

You were making things awkward.

"H-here." You said, looking at the thin, terse line that was his mouth instead of looking into his eyes.

"Ah, yes. A perfect use of my talents." Came his dry reply.

"Hush now. Sweeping is good for the soul." There wasn't much conviction behind your words, after all, you did find it tedious. But there was a grain of truth to it. It was menial enough to facilitate a bit of daydreaming.

Percy said nothing as he took the broom from you.

The soft whisking as he swept filled the air, and you leaned against the counter to watch him. Part of you felt like a voyeur, but it was nice having someone to help out.

"I don't believe I ever caught your name." He said after a few moments.

You were slow to respond as you mulled it over. "Hmmmm, you can call me Dip."

It was the nickname one of your friends had given you after not being able to pronounce Serendipity. It had just sort of stuck after a while, and you didn't mind too much. Besides, Serendipity sounded kind of pretentious sometimes even though you liked it. Couldn't have gone with a normal one like Truth or Justice... everyone knew a tiefling named Justice. But you liked the whimsy of Serendipity. So Dip it was.

If he thought it an odd name, he held his tongue.

Although he was an adventurer, probably had seen many far off lands. Dip probably wasn't something all that odd to him....

"I wasn't aware sweeping required such heavy supervision." Each word more disdainful than the last.

"Sorry," You grinned, "You're just such a natural at it that I was amazed."

"It is a complicated art form."

You snorted. "I supposed I should acquaint you with my shop."

He stopped sweeping as you turned around to begin the tour, face impassive. "You do realize Vex'ahlia only offered me up to you in hopes that you'd show me how to make those arrows of yours, right? Let's not make this out to be more than it needs to be."

"Of course. I wasn't born yesterday." You replied in turn. "Everyone wants something, unfortunately." You whipped around, clapping your hands together. "And I want to have someone to sweep while I do my work."

"I paid you back the thirty eight gold already." His petulance was rather cute.

"Yes, but I was promised something more important than gold in turn for trusting a band of strangers."

"And so I am to be punished for your poor decisions then, I suppose?"

Punished....

No, you didn't like that one bit.

This wasn't supposed to be a punishment, this was supposed to be... recompense.

"Percival. Percy," You paused a moment to try to find the words that lingered on the tip of your tongue but just out of reach. "If you look at opportunities as a punishment, they will be punishments. Working here could be rewarding, if you let it be, I think."

"You're just saying that because you don't want to sweep." Grumbled Percy.

"No, I think it will be rewarding if you let it be." He seemed a smidge assuaged by the genuine smile you gave him. "Now come, there is not much to show right now, but perhaps with my genius allowed to flourish uninhibited there will be more in the near future."

He stayed his tongue as you showed him around. "This area is for wondrous items, things imbued with magical power. And this area is for potions. We sell them off the shelf. If a customer asks for something specific, I can look into making it for them. Potions and ammunition are the biggest sellers, but they don't go for too much. They are labeled so you don't have to worry much about memorizing prices." You pointed to the hallway leading to your lab, "And over there is my lab. I'm hoping to spend most of my time in there whenever possible."

He kept his mouth shut during most of the tour, but gave polite hums, "I suppose your shop is actually rather nice." He said after the tour was complete. "How long am I to be working here?"

"Well," You hopped up on the counter, your homunculous coming to rest on your shoulder. "Minimum wage is about one to two gold per week, but I'm not an asshole so depending on how well you work it would be three to five gold per week."

He looked incensed, green eyes glowering at you. "Do you truly believe I am worth so little?"

"That is a good wage." You insisted. "That's right up there with the standing militia of this great city. More than you would be worth at another shop."

Percy closed his eyes and let out a long sigh as he adjusted his glasses. "Very well then. But if I am to be working here, I would like the use your laboratory on occasion."

You grinned, "We'll see."

For a few moments you swayed on your feet, an idle smile on your face. It was nice.

This was nice.

Having someone here with you to man the shop.

"Well, I am going to go to my lab now." You gave him a nod. "Let me know if you need anything." As you exited the room, you turned around and called out, "Don't worry if you hear any weird noises, I'm probably fine."

"Such is the life of an inventor."

"Indeed." You couldn't help the small curl at the corners of your lips as you slipped back into your lab.

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distapata · 3 years

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[ID: A dark background with orange-ish red waves coming from the left, blue waves coming from the right. In the middle, in white stylized font, is the word PROTECTOR.]

Loke tabe kare ki sukheri tare emon dukher aash; Why does everyone aspire for such sorrow? -> the lines preceding these lyrics speculate whether love is sorrow, so this addition, this lyric, poses the question that if pain and sorrow are all that is to love, why do people still wish for it?

Love is about having the intense urge to protect that person, no matter where your relationship is, how turbulent it is, and to have a protector to lean on.

Longish drabble, standing at 1079 words, according to Doc

"Stay within your limits, Dutta."

The sharp warning makes her halt in her tracks, and, because she recognizes both the speaker and the name, she scurries for cover, intent on hearing more. Thankfully, the corridor of the banquet has plenty of pillars strewn about, and she easily slips behind a round pillar of white marble. The minister, Khitish Debnath, stands there in his usual ensemble of cream and gold, and opposite him, with his back to her, stands 'Dutta' - Subinoy Dutta, her husband.

She is right to be curious - and, although she cannot pin down a reason for it, fearful - of this interaction. Her husband is known to be in the good books of the minister, what has brought them here, why is her husband currently at odds with one of the influential men he knows well? More importantly, what has he done to warrant a threat? She presses herself into the pillar, willing them to speak out loud. Her heart is hammering in her chest, her palms slick with sweat. She is eavesdropping on a private, not to mention, unsavory, conversation between the minister and one of his associates, and both of the persons involved, the minister, and the other party, Subinoy, had the right to not only throw her out of the venue, but to create serious trouble for her. Her husband won't exercise those rights. The minister, she supposes, will be less kind. She breaks out of her thoughts when she hears him speak, and as she does, she holds the tail ends of her Johor coat and tucks them closer.

"I like you," the minister is saying. "I like you, Dutta, because you have absolutely no interest in politics, except when it comes to currying favors for yourself." At that, the minister sneers, and Brishti has the urge to walk up to him and wave the file she has on him and his little run-in with crime - she settles for adjusting her glasses, the plastic sticking to her fingers. The minister is still speaking, flailing his arms and gesturing wildly. "Don't start now, Dutta, return to your hole of factory and property and money."

"I see."

Brishti nearly groans at the hard edge present in Subinoy's voice. It is the first sign of his rising anger, and with him, there is no saying when he will reach the tipping point. Might be now, might be an hour later, but God forbid, he won't calm down. He will nurse the anger, nourish it, and then create a tricky situation for himself. 'Don't,' she wants to say, and in place of using words, attempts to communicate telepathically. Knowing him, all her efforts will go in vain, but she finds it necessary to try.

"Money," Subinoy says, his shoulders set in a stiff line. "This so-called hole of mine possesses something you require, does it not, minister?"

'Don't make things worse,' she thinks, laying her head against the pillar. She doesn't know why he is going against the minister, or vice-versa, but whatever it is, at the end of the day, the minister is still in power, and Subinoy is a meagre businessman - a rich, influential businessman, but a civilian, his powers are no match for that of a politician, much less one from the party currently in power. The strange part is that Subinoy is well aware of the difference between their position in the totem pole of power, he knows, and he toes the line.

Then why this argument?

What did he do?

What did the minister do?

"Dutta -" the minister is furious, a dangerous glint to his eyes as he moves closer so that his nose is an inch from Subinoy's. "I repeat, do not cross the line, or I will make sure that you have no place to return to."

Was he issuing death threats? In some dimly lit (the curse of an aesthetic appeal of yellow wall scones in sophisticated banquet halls) corridor where anyone can walk in at any point of time, like she had done moments ago? And is he threatening Bilu's life? Their son's life? What made Subinoy poke this beast? Even if he is holding a grudge against the minister, all he had to do was to wait for the news of the minister's misdemeanors to reach the public. If Brishti successfully pulls off this assignment, Khitish Debnath will be finished, his castle will come tumbling down. Now that he has threatened her family, she has more reasons to throw caution to the wind and rip off that mask of civility he carries everywhere. Well, not everywhere. Certainly not in this corridor.

Subinoy, to his credit, does not flinch, nor does he move away. "I know my limits, and I know that the opposition are currently, desperately, looking for ammunition," he says, and as soon as the words leave him, the tension between the two men skyrockets, and Brishti does shrink back.

'Don't do this, Subinoy, he is not a decent man.' Noth that it would have stopped her husband from thrusting his hand into the cackling flames, but one can hope. 'Back off when you still can. Leave!'

Fervently praying that Subinoy comes out of this unscathed, she misses the minister's words. What she does not miss, is her husband's quiet, but firm ultimatum. "If anything happens to my wife, I know where to go with my money, and trust me, minister, the transaction won't be in your favour."

Oh.

That is the reason behind this altercation under the golden lights, her assignment. Apparently ABC News is not as good at sting operations as they all like to believe. She files away the information for later, and focuses on the scene in front of her.

There isn't much to see. Khitish Debnath must have seen something, possibly Subinoy's steadfast resolve (her husband can be pretty stubborn when he wants to be), and he backs away. With one last look at Subinoy, the minister stalks off, muttering darkly and probably cursing his head off, and Brishti breathes a sigh of relief, lets her shoulders sag and comes out of hiding, only for Subinoy to choose that exact moment to turn around. Their eyes meet, and she freezes, like a robber caught in the act. Usually, she looks away. Usually, he avoids confrontations with powerful people. Tonight is an exception.

Tonight, their focus is elsewhere.

On protecting each other.

And that's love; having a protector, and being one.

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World title boxing: Campbell v Lomachenko undercard fights & build-up - radio & text

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Edwards leaves the Arena with a big smile on his face and cheers ringing in his ears.

Penny for Martinez thoughts, though. World champion for five minutes and then its gone.

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‘Cheaters never prosper’

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Charlie Edwards, speaking to Sky Sports:“This is the right decision. I took a knee for a purpose. He finished me off with a body shot and I could not recover. Cheaters never prosper. We get in this ring to abide by the rules.”

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WBC president Mauricio Sulaiman wastes no time in declaring the fight a no contest so that means Charlie Edwards remains the WBC flyweight champion.

Correct decision and swift resolution. Fair play.

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BreakingFight ruled a no contest

Right, well Martinez doesn’t have long to celebrate victory because it won’t count!

Scenes inside the O2 now!

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‘A blatant low blow’

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Eddie Hearn, speaking to Sky Sports:“The shot was not late it was next week. It is a blatant low blow.”

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Charlie Edwards, speaking to Sky Sports inside the ring:“I’m gutted to say the least but we live to learn. I just want to say a massive thanks to everyone here for their support.

“All credit to Martinez, he got the decision. We will have to go back and watch it. He did hurt me I won’t deny that but it was a shot while I was on the knee that put me away.”

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BreakingMartinez takes controversial win

All over!

Edwards is floored after a flurry of body shots in round three and Martinez is the new WBC world flyweight champion.

Controversy, though, as replays show Edwards was hit when he was down. Boos ring out around the O2 Arena.

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Round 2

Martinez keeps up the aggressive approach and lands an early hit on Edwards. He looks dangerous but Edwards responds with a solid right hand to unsettle his opponent a bit.

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Aggressive start by Martinez as Edwards makes a cautious start to the fight, sizing up his opposition and making his move on the counter. Close and competitive stuff to begin with.

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Heck of a reception for Charlie Edwards as he enters the ring.

His WBC world flyweight title bout with Julio Cesar Martinez is under way.

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Against the odds

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Luke Campbell’s trainer Shane McGuigan had said a win for his fighter against three-weight world champion Vasyl Lomachenko tonight would be the biggest shock win from a British fighter since Lloyd Honeyghan’s away win over Donald Curry in Atlantic City for the welterweight world title back in 1986.

Lomachenko starts as a 1-14 favourite with Campbell a 10-1 outsider, although Anthony Joshua’s recent heavyweight world title defeat against Andy Ruiz showed that the odds-makers do not always get it right and anything can happen in boxing.

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Who else is fighting tonight?

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We’re well into the undercard at the O2 Arena and up now is Britain’sCharlie Edwardsdefends his WBC world flyweight title against Julio Cesar Martinez Aguilar.

Later,Hughie Furytakes on Alexander Povetkin in an intriguing heavyweight contest. We’re six fights down already and here’s the results:

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Will it be a ‘Cliffhanger’, a real-life Rocky story?

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Many professional boxers will say they were inspired to step through the ropes because of the legendary Rocky, Rocky Balboa and spin-off Creed films by superstar actor Sylvester Stallone.

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Biggest fight of his career

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As fight nights go, tonight doesn’t get much bigger for Luke Campbell.

The Olympic champion faces arguably thet toughest test of his career so far as he takes on pound-for-pound number world number one Vasyl Lomachenko with the Ukrainian’s WBA and WBO titles and the vacant WBC belt at stake

Few are giving Campbell a chance but, so far, ‘Cool Hand’ Luke is living up to his nickname. He’s brushing off the underdog tag and backing himself to come out on top.

And if he does it, then it will go down as one of the most impressive wins in British boxing history…

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