#I know it's not her surname but I'll find her more easily like this

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

How are the gang’s relationship with their parents(and extended family)

OH BOI this took a lot especially because I had to think and RETHINK relationships and stuff, but here we go!

Abby's Family

Abby lives with her parents since she's still studying (and a minor too). They're still in a good relationship, as close as ever, and with new people around the house! Her older brother Jacob and his son Simon are living at her home since Jacob got a new job at Mr. Boss' company (his other kid and wife are living at their house in the next city, but they see each other in the weekends and often visit them at Abby's home!). Only problem is with Cree: since she got married in secret, she's seen less and less at the house, also because she moved with her new husband. Her and Abby don't talk anymore after a huge fight they had some years before. Jacob too doesn't talk to her too much, for some reason.

Also, they all love Hoagie, he's always welcome in the house! Sometimes they force Abby to invite him over...

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Wally's Family

Wally too still lived with his parents and Joy at their house, but things are not too good. Wally doesn't have a good relationship with his mother anymore, they mostly scream at each other and argue a lot. His father keeps out of their arguments, doesn't even try to mitigate them anymore at this point; if they start, he just takes Joey to the living room to watch TV or something. Sydney has a better relationship with him, even if Wally never wants to talk about his problems with him. Teenagers...

At least things calm down when Kuki's over; they all love the girl!

He's incredibly close to Joey. The two spend a lot of time together, Wally allows him in his room whenever he wants, plays with him sometimes and also lets him sleep in his bed!

Also, since Lou and Syd reconnected, sometimes he hangs around the house too, if they need a babysitter for Joey. Wally... tolerates him. He's good at videogames, at least.

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Kuki's Family

Kuki too lives with his family: her parents and Mushi. Her parents are still strict and serious, maybe a bit demanding now that she's in high school, but she handles it pretty good most of the times. But things are not good. Her parents barely talk to each other without arguing, and it is starting to take a tool on her. Also, they don't like Wally at all, considering him a "no good imbecile punk".

She isn't allowed to have him at home, Kani also doesn't want him to get NEAR the house, so sometimes Kuki has to get out without them knowing. But they ALWAYS get to know what she does, and it's because Mushi always tells on her.

The little girl somehow managed to get out of her lifelong grounding, and is now her dad's favorite girl. She's like one of those Delightfuls: a spoiled educated kid who always does what adults say.

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Hoagie's Family

Hoagie still lives with his mom, his grandmother (when she wants to hang around) and his brother Tommy. Everything's fine on this side, luckly! His mom still works at Mr. Boss' company, but managed to become Head of Marketing, so she has a lot to do and not too much time to spend home. Hoagie makes sure everything is always ready and clean, cooks for everyone (and he's even GOOD at it!), takes care of laundry and makes sure Tommy showers AT LEAST once at week. He's the man of the house! Especially since no one knows or cares where his father is, at this point.

Abby's always welcome to their house, but Betty always asks to invite her when she's home too, so they can talk! She loves the girl!

His grandma usually hisses at her. Tommy too.

AND FINALLY I CAN ADD Nigel's Family

After getting his house back when he turned 18, Nigel lived alone in a house that slowly started looking like a messy prison: dirty dishes, clothes everywhere, dust and cracks. The only rooms that were intact were his parent's bedroom (which he started to sleep in) and his old bedroom, that he never entered since he went back. Penny arrived at the right time, as he needed something to get himself together and remember why he was still there and fighting in the TND: for the sake of kids all around the world. The same kids his parents protected as long as they could. Penny claimed the bedroom and is thinking of adding mermaid touches EVERYWHERE. The house still needs cleaning tho.

#teen au #kids next door #knd #do I have to tag everyone? #HERE WE GO #abigail lincoln #simon lincoln #cree lincoln #jacob lincoln #mr lincoln #ms lincoln #wallabee beetles #joey beetles #sydney beetles #charlotte beetles #yes that's my name for wally's mom #lou beetles #kuki sanban #genki sanban #kani sanban #mushi sanban #hoagie gilligan #betty gilligan #tommy gilligan #lydia gilligan #I know it's not her surname but I'll find her more easily like this #nigel uno #penelope doe

[panzershrike-pretz]

HUGH & FIONA

Source: x x x | x x x | x x x -> When The Day Met the Night

When the moon fell in love with the sun All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night When the sun found the moon She was drinking tea in a garden Under the green umbrella trees In the middle of summer When the moon found the sun He looked like he was barely hanging on But her eyes saved his life In the middle of summer (summer) In the middle of summer All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night Summer, all was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night Summer, summer, summer, summer Golden when the day met the night

- About;

- Hugh Lawrence Apiston - he/him - USA

Hugh's name comes from the book Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children, just as does his surname (Apiston).

Lawrence was chosen simply because I thought Having A Middle Name Is A Very American Thing To Do 🤠🤙so I chose that xD it means "bright one" and, well, Hugs sure is a bright little guy, I'll tell you that much.

- Gunner

Operating under Dean, the Master Gunner of the ship, Hugh's training in the army gave him enough experience for him to earn this job aboard of Blithe.

He learns fast and easily, so he's very much able to opperate all of Blithe's artillery - his favorites are the cannons, tho, which he uses to incapacitate enemy ships. He hates the sound of it, but a job is a job and the pay is good.

- Apikinesis

The hability to manipulate bees. Hugh's main peculiarity, is the fact that his stomach is the home of numerous bees - as scary as it sounds, they don't bother him. Instead, he can comunicate and use his little insect companions to his advantage.

They can be used as spies or, if the situation really needs it, as a form of direct attack. Because of how bees die after stinging, tho, Hugh doesn't use them unless it's really his only and last choice.

He has little bee wings and antennae, which makes him able to fly (not very high or far, but just enough for him to move around, seeing as he lost one of his legs and he is way more confortable flying than walking).

The antennae on his head are helpful sensory organs, which he can use to feel changes in the enviroment such as electric fields and humidity - Hugh's senses get easily overwhelmed when he finds himself in modern big cities, mostly due to his sensible antennae. They can also be used for feromone communication with his little bees.

- Personality

Hugh prides himself in being kind, affectionate and very helpful. He's a very optimistic bean, with a huge heart and capacity of love - he learned very well from his adoptive dad's, mainly Michael.

He's aware of the fact that his appearance and bees scare most people, so he learned to not take the ones he has for granted - he knows that he's very lucky to have such friends and to be so dearly loved for who he is.

An extrovert, Hugh is never afraid to meet new people and loves to talk about whatever he can, especially his dear wife - speaking of which, he can't stop complimenting whatever she does. He went to the lengts of learning german just so she could feel more confortable in speaking to him, since her English is bad; he's very happy to be her translator, always smiling and looking at her with heart eyes (or eye, actually).

Hugh is not scared of voicing his problems and concerns. He has minor PTSD episodes, tho he had many years to learn how to deal with them, and always goes to help when he feels like needing it.

A confident little guy, full of love to give.

- Funfact: Hugh has a very high tolerance to sugar. He rarely has to eat anything, since the honey created by his bees is enough to give him all nutrients he needs. If he does eat anything, it's mostly sweet fruits. Diabetes fear him-

- Relationship: Fiona

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-> song: Rome Wasn't Built In A Day

You and me, were meant to be, Walking free, in harmony, One fine day, we'll fly away, Don't you know that Rome wasn't built in a day, Hey hey hey. In this day and age it's so easy to stress, 'Cause people act strange and you can never second guess, In order to love, child, we got to be strong, I'm caught in the cross fire, Why can't we get a long. 'Cause you and me, were meant to be, Walking free, in harmony, One fine day, we'll fly away, Don't you know that Rome wasn't built in a day, hey hey hey. I'm having a day dream, we are getting somewhere, I'm kissing your lips and running fingers through your hair, I'm as nervous as you, bout making it right, Well we know we were wrong, we can't give up the fight. (oh no) 'Cause you and me, were meant to be, Walking free, in harmony, One fine day, we'll run away, Don't you know that Rome wasn't built in a day, Hey hey hey

- About;

- Fiona Frauenfelder Apiston - she/her - Germany

Fiona also comes from the MPHFPC series, but the reason I chose to keep it is actually because of my uncle's dog. When I was a child and she was a puppy, I spent the whole Christmas night taling care of her so she would not be alone while the adults where talking and eating; I always loved that dog and she's very old now. It's been years since I last saw her and to change the name of my character would be betrayng that damn dog. I could never.

Frauenfelder is a swiss surname, which mens "someone who comes from Frauenfeld", a place in Switzerland. According to google, Frauenfeld means "field of women" and that is very cool.

Apiston is Hugh's surname. She got it from him.

- Striker

Often overlooked, a striker's position is the one of hunter and gatherer. Tho Fiona usually is responsible only for the gathering part, she is indeed a very good hunter as well, who can use the plants to her advantage.

Her knowledge in plants is extremely important in collecting fruits and plants to be eaten or used in remedies. Fiona doesn't have to work very hard in finding what is needed, given her fitocinetic hability, but she still goes out in hunts with her striker companions.

- Plant Manipulation

Fiona's power makes her capable of creating and manipulating almost any form of plantlife, apart from magical ones.

She's able to make plants grow almost anywhere, having a strong connection with nature because of that. Her favorite plant is the mallow flower, which grows out of her body when she's feeling happy.

Flowers grow whenever Fiona walks on land, usually leaving a very coloful path leading to her - or, in case of anger, a very thorny and dangerous path full of poison ivy.

- Personality

Fiona has selective mutism. She suffers from severe anxiety and is really only able to speak in whispers to Hugh, the person with whom she's most confortable with. Apart from that, she spends most of her time in complete silence, unless she feels the need to speak. Not many people know her voice.

Her strong fear of public interaction with people she doesn't know make her seem weird in the eyes of strangers and she grew to learn that it's not her fault she's this way. She doesn't need a voice to express herself, mostly, and only uses her flowers and plants to show her strongest emotions.

She's a caring girl, always there if needed by any of her crewmates. She's a good listener, who'll kindly pay attention to her colleagues. But don't let her looks fool anyone, she's a strong girl if needed.

She may be a mess of a person, but she'll always follow her gut and do almost anything so the ones she care for can be safe.

- Funfact: Fiona's dream was to settle down and grow old with Hugh, with a big family. She knows very well that is far from what they can afford - being peculiars, the thought of having a place where time can pass normally and they can get old is just a fairytale. They'll never get to do that; instead, their bodies and minds will stay frozen in time for as long as they live. She learned to be okay with that, but deep down she still earns for a different life.

- Relationship: Hugh

HERE THEY ARE!! MY BABIES!! I love them so much 😭😭 they just need a cabin in the woods somewhere and a break. But oh well,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Blithe will do xD

Taglist: @luckynumber4 @sweetxvanixlla @whollyjoly @xxluckystrike @1waveshortofashipwreck @malarkgirlypop (if you want to be out of the oc taglist, just tell me! I didn't know how to proceed here so I just put everyone xD)

#pretz oc #🥨🪶 #please please please tellme if yall want out of oc stuff xD #i don't want to be annoying-

[safyresky]

CS Chapter 28: Lore Guide!

Or rather, character guide! I dropped a LOT of names and while yes it was fun and to be silly it also was. Crystal Springs FACTS lol. Anyway, I figured I'd compile them all in a list for easy reference for my me and also your yous if you all want! :)

Potential blorbos below the cut!!

The Assembly

Each province of Crystal Springs has a Governor and two Lieutenants. The Governors are up for office every fifty years; they select their Lieutenants from the leaders of the different villages/hamlets/towns etc. in their provinces every 10-50 years.

The capitol city also has a governor, and along with Mother Nature these are the people who make up the Assembly, the governing body of CS as a whole (so like, Parliament or whatever).

Here is who each governor is:

Governor Iden -> Governor of the Eastern Province (Autumn)

Governor Zeki -> Governor of the Southern Province (Summer)

Governor Arilla -> Governor of the Northern Province (Winter)

Governor Lorel -> Governor of the Western Province (Spring)

Governor Blaise -> Governor of the Capitol, Crystal Springs.

Iden

Panics very easily. Usually has to have a big old panic before getting to business, but does get down to business

His current Lieutenants, Clove and Enid, are very good at being rational while hearing him out and bringing him back down to Earth

Iden is deffs some kind of "spooky" magibean; maybe a drow?

Zeki

BIG and FRIENDLY

Sprite-esque; I think he has Earth powers? Chucks stones and such

He has charisma levels to give Blaise a run for his money

Quick to help always 24/7

ESPECIALLY when Iden is involved given his uh. Overthinking tendencies

Arilla

She is ANCIENT and ALL KNOWING and WISE

by which I mean, she has the sight tm. She can see into the future in limited ways and has a general sense of things going well or not

so when she says "they'll manage" 95% of the time she's right

I think she is some kind of celestial magibean (god or demigod or something akin to that)

Lorel

She is spacey as fuck

Nobody is sure how she got elected, least of all herself

may have been a joke?? but she somehow managed to win?? and they keep reelecting her???

She is very like. If you think of a creature that frolics in a meadow all day and gathers flowers and that sort of thing, that's her

somehow she manages an entire province but is so airy that it's hard to understand how she even manages

trusts Arilla's judgment SO much

probably a fairy, or like. a dnd druid. or maybe a faun.

They don't have last names as an oversight on my part lmao. I always have people call Blaise "Governor Frost" but the other governors go by their first name and I had so much fun finding names that surnames did not occur to me until AFTER lmao. So, to make my life easy, the governors all go by first names amongst the assembly lol. I'll give them surnames one day!

Idk who the other Lieutenants are, but I do know that:

Zeki's are just as friendly and helpful as him

Arilla's one constant is a big friendly giant who is like a bodyguard at times, and the other one is usually a very shady mother fucker, bc she picks them on PURPOSE to keep her eyes on them.

Make sure they're not doing. Shenanigans (derogatory) or tomfoolery (derogatory)

She either reforms them or takes care of them, then on comes the next set! The Winter Province is the most chill with the least political issues. This is why.

She may threaten people in line using Winter

Winter does not mind this

Lorel's lieutenants are always more on it than she is, given how scatterbrained and airy she is at times, and a bit unpredictable. They keep her on track and organized but will also hang out and gather flowers with her in a meadow~

Those Who Imprisoned The Twin Prince Pyros

Blaise

Cheri, Grand Witch of the Dark Arts

Gwen, Grand Witch of the Light Arts

Mother Nature

Godrick

Novus

Indigo

Bartholomule

Peggy

Pepper

Birch

Kharl

Right so we know lots about Blaise and Mother Nature. They didn't play any particular roles in the whole thing, they just made the final decision and organized the set-up.

Blaise was also the one who initially sealed Pyros in the stone thing with Winter! But the seasons were like "do what you need to do with this fucker, we just got back from being POW'S so we're. we're gonna go. y'know. process and such" so they didn't really play much of a role the first time around!

The second time around they did bc Winter was on the WARPATH about it and all three seasons tend to over protect her lol. Here's what everyone else did:

Godrick:

Was the typical brash soldier/fighter type. Noticed Pyros starting to crack the stone prison. Had a penchant for magical arts (may have been a warlock, may have been a sorcerer, he never clarified and tended to rely on sorcerer magic the most tho people swear they saw him wizarding about) and put down the first seal that kept Pyros in the stonework until they could get the castle grounds ready. He also lead the quelling of rebellion forces as the rest of the gang took care of Pyros Status: Deceased (in Rosehaven)

Novus

They were the brains/logistics of the operation. They essentially drafted the plans and figured out who would need to do what to get this to work in such a way that the people would be safe. Cheri was very right; Novus would know what to do and would've been quite speedy about it--they didn't leave things hanging for long. You want shit done, Novus was your magibean! Status: Deceased (in Rosehaven)

Indigo

Artificer/tinkerer. Very excited about magical tinkering; plays a huge role in magical tech advancements and melding their tech with human tech come the 21st century. Has a grinchy laugh but is generally an okay dude! They designed the chains that kept Pyros able to roam about the cabin but unable to leave the grounds, and fortified them in order for the enchantments to be placed in them! Status: Active. Caught in a tinker. May still be tinkering. Has no concept of time.

Bartholomule

Was a shapeshifter who could only shift into a mule, hence the name. He was the one who came up with how to have the chains phase through the castle grounds. This shocked everyone.

Status: Shifted into mule form permanently. Unsure if alive mule or dead mule.

Peggy

Peggy was a kindly older woman who made the enchantment to keep the kitchens well stocked and essentially have the castle be self sustaining, to keep Pyros alive while imprisoned. She was a hospitality whiz--probably a brownie or some other mythological being known for hospitality! Status: deceased (in Rosehaven)

Pepper

Worked with Novus to make the enchantments/seals that kept the chains from breaking/falling off, essentially making them invisible on top of Bartholomule's intangibility bit. Helped the Grand Witches with the force field surrounding the castle. Is a bit too much at times. Gets hexed/jinxed/cursed a lot, sometimes by her own experimenting. Is a sorcerer by trade, chaotic entity by everything else lmao. Status: cursed (stuck in the curse ward. will probably be okay)

Birch

Druid/wise woman! Very in tune with nature. Was the person who made it so that Old Frost Castle, once strengthened and prepped and officially prison'd up for Pyros, would be undiscoverable by anyone looking for it. You wouldn't see it on maps; not in aerial views. It wouldn't appear on anyone's radar. People walking through the forest would not wind up on the castle grounds accidentally. She essentially worked with nature to make this so. Status: Enlightened. Became a Birch tree just south of the Springs.

Kharl

He was the math guy. Wizard. Made sure the sorcery related stuff didn't blow up in anyone's faces (as sorcery was wont to do every so often). Also made sure the various magical bits and bops placed on Pyros and the castle grounds wouldn't decay. Expert in magical decay theory. Was also a bit of a haughty fellow. Cheri thought him a dick and Gwen was wont to agree. Status: Turned into a frog. He knows what he did.

The Grand Witches

Though both Cheri and Gwen had a hand in everything, their main contribution was the force field surrounding the castle and the magical locks on the door. This served as the test set onto them by the previous Grand Witches in order to prove themselves worthy of the titles and take on the responsibilities that came with them. Though they are witches of opposing forces, one of the big parts of their jobs is to work in tandem, so imprisoning the Twin Prince Pyros was as good a test as any to see if they really could work together!

Status: Both are alive and active

And one last lore note: CSGHA stands for "Crystal Springs General Health Association" and they are the magibean medical care guidelines for the most part!

#dani speaks #crystal springs #crystal springs FACTS #cs facts #cs posting #cs28 lore guide #cs government #those who imprisoned the twin prince pyros #i will given them a funky little name. one day. #cs lore #and yes. this post appearing does mean that i updated cs lol #that post to follow POST HASTE

[gaoau]

True And Kind

Everyday, Properly warnings — none. word count — 639

next.

Top of the class, not once a failing grade, diligent and proper, Mr. No Gaps Kita Shinsuke from a couple desks away. Both a person and a mind worth envying and admiring. Where he turns in his assignments in time and never needs a second chance, [Name] shrugs her shoulders under heaps of procrastination materialized into blank pages and a 23 that does nothing to motivate her to try. Where he raises his hand to nail every question thrown his way, she doodles asymmetrical shapes next to the unreadable kanji she is meant to study from later.

The clock changes and time ticks away. It's still English class. Unstimulating and simple, as it has been for the past years; the most she can get out of it is some deeper lore for her D&D world-building. The teacher hands back a test with a 99 circled on top. She scans the paper for her one mistake, flickering through half-assed words and letters that only exist if she squints at the graphite.

Ah. 

She finds her error.

Yeah, she could've avoided that. She shrugs to herself before slipping another 99 inside her binder. The teacher goes off to explain even more sentence structures and [Name] spares a glance at Kita a few desks away again.

He knows the language, he knows the material, he knows the answers to any question he could be possibly asked. Yet he sits down, pen in hand, back straight against his chair, and he listens intently to every word he can jot onto his notebook for later reference.

Where he earns an effortless 100 on every paper, [Name] hovers above 97 and on the edge of 99.9 without a care. Where he has become captain in the sport he poured his heart and soul into since middle-school, she ties her earphones around her neck like a noose and fiddles with a screwdriver on anything she can find. Where he wants to carry things out properly, she starts projects that never see completion while browsing the depths of YouTube.

Average and bordering on senioritis, flipping between 20's and 90's like a metronome, present but absent, Ms. Well Whatever [Surname] [Name] from a few desks behind him. A walking contradiction, as Kita's own book defines her. Where she can easily snatch the top spot of the class from his nimble fingers, she instead uses her chair as a swing and counts the tiles on the ceiling. Where the school offers her endless chances to make her potential shine, she instead arrives late to class because she made a stop at the vending machine.

Something didn't add up for Kita upon first acknowledging her. Not anyone could make it into advanced classes, yet this careless girl managed to stick around for their entire first year with grades that mimicked a lifeline.

As class representative, he saw it fit to take matters into his own hands. After going through each of his classmates and the observations he had built through the months, he approached [Name] as she sat by herself.

"[Surname], can I have a word with ya?"

She looked up from her phone with a raised brow. "Sure?"

"Why won't ya put yer brain to good use for the whole year, rather than every other week?"

Her brows furrowed. She wasn't offended, but taken aback. "I don't see why?" Her head shook slightly and her shoulders shrugged. "I passed, anyway."

"The end don't justify the means, [Surname]."

"I ain't tryna justify 'em." That shrug of hers seemed to be a must. She shoved her phone inside her skirt as she rose from her chair. A sigh squeezed out from between her teeth. "Ya keep doin' you, Kita. I'll survive. See ya in a few weeks."

#Everyday Properly #Kita Shinsuke #Kita Shinsuke x Reader #Kita x Reader #Haikyuu x Reader

[suganovakawa]

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader , hajime iwaizumi x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , recovery from amnesia

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐗 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

whatever’s happening between you and hajime , tooru is not having any of it .

word count : 1.7k

saudade masterlist .

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀the moment you walked into the classroom, tooru felt his chest compress with the sight of you and hajime attached to each other by the hip. everything about what he saw was wrong, in every single aspect of the word. it sickened him down to the stomach. digust could never fully cover the monstrosity he witnessed.

⠀what the living hell was his girlfriend doing with his best friend, of all people?

⠀dare he even call iwaizumi his best friend at this point? friends, even?

⠀he wanted to go up to you and greet you, to ask about your being and if there was anything you needed. that's what a good boyfriend would do, right? then again, a good boyfriend wouldn't treat you like shit. nor would a good boyfriend blame you for things you had nothing to do with.

⠀and a good boyfriend certainly wouldn't tell you to fuck off, leading up to a car crash that would most likely ruin him for the rest of the year.

⠀"oikawa, are you not going to say anything to y/n?"

⠀shook from his thoughts at the mention of your name, tooru winced as he eyed the individuals around his desk. they all had the same face; angry, disgusted scowls meant for only him. he deserved it, he really did; he had purposely turned his head to the window the moment you walked in. he wanted to keep his gaze outside too, if not for these people around him.

⠀shrugging slightly as he looked up at his unwanted company, he spotted you standing idly at your designated desk. turning his vision slightly to the right, there was iwaizumi, paging you over and over again, but you weren't listening.

⠀no, your eyes were completely on his.

⠀his heart skipped a beat as your eyes focused on him and him alone, a million thoughts ran through his head like a marathon as he tried to understand why you were looking at him, and why you were looking at him so... curiously. did you know? did you remember everything? how much did hajime really tell you? it didn't take an idiot to know he had been spending the most time with you, so there was no guessing of what he's informed you of. as far as tooru knew, he'd already told you of how shitty of a boyfriend he was, and that he'd never be worth your time again.

⠀but if that were the case, you wouldn't have looked over at him so fondly. just one second of shared eye contact was enough to brand the image of you in oikawa's head for the rest of the day, leaving him to ponder on what he should do about you, and how to make his own life less miserable than what he had already bestowed upon himself. part of him wanted to give up, to accept that he was a complete asshole unworthy of redemption.

⠀and he would've accepted it too,

⠀if hajime iwaizumi wasn't in the picture.

⠀something about the way he looked so perfect, so delighted, so content with being right next to you, at your beck and call - it was disgusting. truely, utterly humilating. the way hajime was so quick to answer to your every need; tooru noticed it all day, the way iwaizumi came to your rescue every time you needed anything. directions, assistance with assignments, even remembering names. whatever your problem was, iwa had the solution. and it sickened tooru down to the pits of his stomach.

⠀it's as if he wanted to replace oikawa as your boyfriend.

⠀he ignored it in the past, whenever he heard rumors about the ace's crush on you. makki and mattsun would constantly tease iwaizumi about it, but would stop whenever the captain enter the room. there were only a couple of times where the brunet had fully listened in to a couple of conversations, but he never thought anything of it in the past. why should oikawa care if iwa had a crush on his girlfriend? tooru knew you were completely smitten over him, so there was nothing he had to be self-conscious about.

⠀looking at the two of you now, ignoring iwa's growing feelings for you added to his list of never-ending regrets.

⠀seeing how his best friend was able to sweep you away from him so easily, it scared tooru, to say the least. had he been planning this for a while? was he always eyeing for the day you and him would finally call it quits? tooru remembered vividly how quickly iwaizumi was to act upon you running out of the gym that dreadful day, and how he himself was frozen in nothing more than confusion. his first assumption was that you were running home, since you didn't live too far from seijoh.

⠀of course, that assumption ran clear down the drain the moment iwa returned with you bleeding out in his arms. tooru didn't know where you were bleeding from - most likely the head, assuming it was a car accident. you were fluttering in and out of consciousness, which scared oikawa back into reality.

⠀you were dying in iwaizumi's arms.

⠀he... he's your boyfriend, so he has every right to see if you're okay, right?

⠀so why the fuck won't iwaizumi let him near you?

⠀who gave him the right to tell him to stay away from you? no, he should be the one staying away from you, you were oikawa's girlfriend. his significant other. not iwaizumi's.

⠀yet, he was the one treating you the way a real boyfriend should.

⠀tooru was left alone at school again after another long day, his thoughts in a scramble as he walked around the halls to think. he considered walking into the gym, but he hadn't touched a single volleyball in weeks. did he even deserve to pick up a volleyball again? it was the sport that drove him into an angry frenzy, unleashing a chain reaction leading to your accident. it was by chance you got by with just a concussion and amnesia; it could've been much, much worse - worst being you dying. and it would've been your own boyfriend's fault.

⠀tooru turned the corner to bump into none other than hajime himself, who seemed to be in a hurry before laying eyes on his former captain. the two males stood in front of each other in silence, the tension grew heavy in the air. oikawa didn't want to be in his presence, nor did iwaizumi want to be in his presence. their lips were sealed, there wasn't anything that needed to be said between them.

⠀"hajime? where are you?"

⠀tooru's posture stiffened at your voice, his eyes immediately wandering to spot your whereabouts. why were you still here? why were both of you still here?

⠀"y/n..." his decision made, tooru was going to find you. even with iwaizumi here, that shouldn't stop him. as aggressive as iwa was sometimes, oikawa wasn't really scared of him. if he was going to talk to you, then he damn well was going to talk to you. and the things you deserved to hear from him were endless. "i'm going to talk to y/n, iwa-chan." he spat out the nickname, one usually addressed out of endearment, like venom. it threw the other off guard, but not long enough for tooru to walk past him.

⠀"no, you're not going to."

⠀"excuse me? get out of my way, let me go see-"

⠀oikawa grunted as he felt iwa grab him by the blazer, slamming him against a locker with animalistic ferocity. he had never seen hajime so pissed off as he was now, his teeth visibly clenched together as he glared at his fellow third year. "no, you're not," he hissed, his fists clenching around the fabric even tighter to make sure tooru couldn't escape. "you're not fucking stepping near y/n today, tomorrow, or ever. you don't deserve to see her again, so do her a favor and stay out of her life. got it, shittykawa?"

⠀seeing how oikawa was helpless in his hold, iwaizumi waited for him to reply before letting him go. seeing how tooru decided it was better off remaining silent, all he really could do was let go anyway; you had just turned the same corner and came face to face with both boys.

⠀"hajime? what are you doing?"

⠀his name sounded horrible in your mouth. tooru felt sick as iwaizumi backed up and shrugged, faking a chuckle before focusing his attention on you again. "ah, y/n. nothing to worry about, just a small disagreement is all. have you finished collecting your homework yet? i'll take you home if you are, just meet me outside."

⠀"yeah, i'll go now." you nodded, but not before looking at oikawa once more. tooru wasn't even sure how to react, only sufficing with a half-hearted smile and a wave.

⠀"you're... oikawa, right?"

⠀his heart cracked in two when his surname escaped your lips. having been used to being addressed as tooru for so long, he should've never taken advantage of it. even so, all he could do in this present moment was bite his tongue to hold back from crying in front of the two of them. "yeah... yeah, that's me. glad to know you're alright... y/n."

⠀"thank you." unsure of how else to continue the conversation, you turned around and left, not wanting to pry into their conversation.

⠀iwaizumi waited until you turned the corner to face the other male once more, his facade for you completely gone. there he was back with his angry snarl, pointing a finger at him menacingly. "i'm warning you," he seethed, "stay away from y/n. you'll just make her life a living hell again, and i won't let you ruin her life twice."

⠀tooru hadn't even gotten a chance to reply before hajime turned the corner they originally bumped into, following your footsteps to walk you home, as promised. tooru couldn't process what had just happened, his brain not able to understand that iwazumi was going to take you home. that he was going to help you with homework.

⠀that he was going to be by your side everyday.

⠀no, fuck that. he couldn't let that happen.

⠀one way or another, tooru will prove to you that he can be the boyfriend you deserve, even with iwa as a thorn in his side.

⠀"fuck you, iwaizumi. i am worthy of redemption. i'll prove you wrong, just you wait."

a / n : and how exactly is tooru going to prove that he’s worthy of redemption? well... that’s for another chapter ;) n e ways ! some of y’all have heard of me beginning an iwaizumi smau , and that’s correct ! keeping it secret though , but expect the masterlist soon :>

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[anobscurename]

ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XX — masterlist

concept: you run into chris again when you return to collect the rest of your things. part twenty-one of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: angst, kissing, profanity

author's note: i'm a hoe. also, this one is for @efferuse cause i miss her

"Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"Yes," you brushed her concern away with what you hoped was an easy smile. Judging by the furrow of her brow, it was decidedly not. "I'll be fine. I'm just picking up the rest of my stuff and giving him back the keys."

"And what if he's there?"

"I'll ignore him."

"I don't like it. It's been two weeks, you're doing much better now. Just let me go in and..." she gestured her hands in the motion of packing.

You laughed off the exaggerated movements. "I don't think Dodger or Chris will like a stranger in their house."

"He doesn't seem to have a problem if that stranger is playing tonsil hockey with him..." She grumbled. The look you shot her was lethal. "Too soon, sorry."

You'd been living on her couch for too long now, and it was taking a toll on you. There was only so much of her you could really take. Don't get you wrong, you adored your friend. But you two were simply too... different. But you had nowhere else to go, and she'd been a major help. With everything. Getting over Chris especially.

"I'm a grown woman," you sighed, already growing tired of the interaction. "I'm sure I can handle it."

———————

For the most part, you handled it quite well.

Without Chris and Dodger being there, it was almost easy. You could slip in and out, like a motherfucking ghost, and they'd never even know, aside from a cleared room and the set of keys on the table. The house felt haunted enough. Luck was on your side.

And then it wasn't.

You'd been looking for your journal when they had gotten back. Just the sound of the door had your heart in your throat, the scamper of Dodger's paws on the tile and wood, and sheer panic overcame you.

You had avoided seeing his face again easily enough. Chris was not a problematic or publicly wild person, so likelihood of him turning up in the tabloids were slim to none in just those two weeks. And your friend had made a big show of dumping all of the old DVDs she had that even hinted to Chris – surname was irrelevant, and she pulled Hemsworth, Pratt, and Pine from the shelf too – in a box and kicked it under her bed the moment you got there.

You didn't know how you would react. You hadn't laid eyes on even a picture of him, and you'd never felt like this before. About anyone. Your mood was unpredictable, and that scared you – you couldn't give yourself away now.

Your search for that stupid book with all your stupid fucking feelings was newly energized, and you were practically ripping open your drawers, flinging cabinet doors to the point their hinges whined.

You didn't care about the noise you were making. The Evans' would find you anyways, especially while you were on your way out. And if that happy bark at the door was any indication, Dodger had caught your scent long before your search began.

You wracked your brain as you heard Dodger paw at the door. Where was it? Where could it have been? It never left your room. Hardly ever, of that you were certain. Too much room for error.

But that night... The last night you'd been there. You had been writing in the lounge – passing time – waiting for Chris to get home so you could leave. Dodger – although able to handle himself on his own – more often than not preferred company.

A wave of nausea hit you. The world spun, white spots dancing in your vision. No. Nonononono.

Not willing to let yourself believe that inevitable catastrophe, you reinvigorated the search in your room. It had to be there, it couldn't–

"Looking for this?"

You had accidentally left it out in a very public area and fuck you were kicking yourself for it now.

He was leaning against your doorframe, non-chalant, legs crossed at the ankles, arms folded... And in one hand, a very distinct leather bound book that you had currently been searching for.

The ice in your veins turned to molten lava – anger – but you refused to look him in the face. You couldn't bring yourself to do it.

You didn't respond, your hands curling into fists, nails cutting crescent moons into your palms.

"You know, you maybe shouldn't leave it out like that," he said softly. "Open. Someone might stumble upon it, catch a few words before they realise what it is."

Your voice was strained, whispery. "Give it back."

"Look at me," he responded gently. He sounded so earnest. And you knew it was because he wanted that confirmation, the one your eyes would give him. The confirmation for what he had read, what you had actively tried to dissuade him of.

You reached for it, eyes still looking at his shoes, solely focused and not willing to cave.

He grinned in your peripheral vision and held it out of your reach. "You lied to me."

"Chris," you ground out. It was the first time you'd even let yourself say his name, and it felt strange on your tongue – like you were made to say it, but you had only just discovered that. It tasted foreign and familiar all at once. "I'm not fucking around. Give it back. Right fucking now."

"Come and get it."

He purposefully moved away from you to elude your snatching hands. You followed him, obviously.

But Chris was quick, continuing to evade you.

Always just a little out of reach, Chris easily slid between boxes, vaulting over the bed to keep the distance. You clambered after him, clumsy, sheets twisting around your legs.

He was laughing with the exhilaration, and still, he kept the book out of your desperate hands.

"Give it to me," you hissed, trying to grab at his shirt to keep him still.

He easily manoeuvred away, and you were grasping at air.

You ended up chasing him down – embarrassingly late – and damn near tackled him for ownership of the book. You landed on him, ripping the book out of his hand, triumphant.

And then you realised the position you were in.

The moment was charged with something electric, something intangible yet palpable. Your faces were close – too close for comfort, yet you didn't find yourself withdrawing – and your breaths mingled, and your chests are pressed together, able to feel every beat of his heart synchronising with your own. You were caught in a half straddle, low on his hips, your one leg slotted between his in a way that definitely didn't suggest innocence.

And he was laughing breathlessly and you somehow ended up laughing too. A genuine laugh, the first in weeks.

And you were both just laughing and breathless and then quietly – when both your laughter had subsided, but you're both wearing warm smiles – he asked you so softly: "Did you really mean that? What you wrote?"

You sat up, attempting to extricate your limbs from his, debating lying or coming clean. It was too late for either.

But he must've seen, in your eyes, the truth – because suddenly, he bolted upright to press his warm body against yours, trapping you in his arms and pulling you to him to meet his lips in a gentle and chaste kiss: the choice being yours on whether or not to deepen it.

A choice you made as you responded in kind, mouth moving urgently and feverishly against his.

He moaned, a choked noise in his throat, pleasantly surprised at your response, and his tongue swiped a quick, hot stripe against the seam of your lips, begging for entrance.

You hand slipped between the two of you, under the hem of his shirt. They raked down his musclebound torso, and your hand idly traced over the growing bulge in his jeans.

"Stop," he strangled out. He pulled himself away, keeping you at arms length, catching his breath.

"I-I'm sorry," you managed to stutter out. Embarrassment flushed your cheeks.

It wasn't your fault. And Chris let you know as much, with a lingering kiss to your forehead.

Chris knew that he had broken your trust, and he wanted to earn it back before anything happened. No matter how bad he wanted you.

The romantic in him wouldn't have it any other way. And there was something supremely unromantic about taking you on the floor of your bedroom, surrounded by the boxes you'd packed in the full intent of leaving him.

"I've been thinking of this for too long, if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right."

———————

tags:

all: @fangirlovestuff @rebthom89

ocean eyes: @agnesk @myakai13 @ilovetheeagles

chris evans: @thatoneperson5000

#chris evans #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans/you #dina writes #chris evans fluff #ocean eyes

[amane-by-together]

All Too Well || Akane Aoi

(Part Two of Wind Flower)

genre: ???

summary: as they were long gone, unspoken words between two people had finally found their voice and gathered the courage to make things right again

“And maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece, till you tore it all up”

Akane and [name] never spoke again after they had broken things up. Teru is not liking the tension between the two and the fact that he had to be a barrier when they do council work.

“Great work everyone!” Teru declared, wiping a sweat from his forehead after finishing the paperwork. The blonde haired boy expected an answer from the vice president and the secretary but they're radiating gloomy auras while raising their fist tiredly.

‘Oh my,’ He thought. ‘It seems that those two are in a bad mood.’

Akane grabbed his school bag and bid goodbye silently, not making an eye contact with [name]. Teru observed his actions, and glanced over to his secretary. “[surname]-san, do you have a moment?”

[name] accidentally dropped the stack of papers at the sudden call of her name. “Senpai! You scared me!” she scolded out, drawing a hand near her heart. “And I have time, what do you need?”

“I have quite a lot of concerns regarding to the atmosphere that you two were having in the council room” [name]'s eyes widened, then she slumped her shoulders. “How about we'll talk about the situation first? We won't function well if you two kept on doing this.”

[name] hesitated for a moment; Teru asking what happened about her and Akane is a big no no especially that it's been a month when they had broken up. “[surname]-san?”

“Akane-kun and I have broken up.”

“And the two of you have broken up because?” Teru asked.

[name] scoffed, flicking a hair behind her back in such questions. “And you're asking me because?” This scenario reminded her of a cliche where you and your boyfriend had a heated argument and you two needed a break and boy best friend appears out of nowhere and gives you a list why shouldn't you date him—

“You really are quite stubborn, [surname]-san.” Teru gave the secretary a threatening smile to make her spill out the deets between Akane and [name].

[name] rolled her eyes and then glared at the older Minamoto. “Fine, I'll talk.” she said, throwing her bag to the chair, sat on her chair and crossed her arms.

“I thought I didn't,” [name] wiped her tears as she pulled out another tissue from the box. She went all out and told Teru about her feelings throughout their break up and their fucked up relationship.

And it was breaking them like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest and now she's crumpled up like a piece of paper lying here.

She remembered it all well.

“Well I'm glad you two have broke it off.” Teru silently tapped his fingers against the table as he listened to [name]. “Otherwise it'll be labeled as toxic if you two stayed.”

[name] nodded. “I know...” she quietly sobbed. It's kind of embarrassing crying in front of Teru. “I just wanted to talk to him because I miss him, but I don't know if he feels the same.”

“I don't need him to get back with me I need the two of us to be okay again.”

Teru was silent, thinking of a plan to make those two talk again, not only he does care for the council's function, he wanted to see them well again like before. “Want me to send you two some arrangements?”

“Why would you do that?” [name] asked. “It's unusual for you to do such things, well, you are the president so I can't say no to that.”

Teru's face brightened like the sun and insert sparkles here and there. His expression went calm again. “You know [surname]-san, it's alright to let go of things for the better, as much you don't want to.”

“It hurts to let go, but it's much hurter if you hold on to it.” He smiled.

“Minamoto-senpai...” [name] clenched her fist and gritted her teeth, looking up to the senior she said. “I hate how that shit hit close to home—”

Teru glanced over the window and let out a quick grin. “You still have time, I'll let you two talk now.” he said. “I'll call Aoi for you, then?”

[name] nodded gravely, this is something that Teru wouldn't do or he just wanted to hear some hot boiling tea from the two exes. “I'm not saying that you should go back to Aoi, but I'm not also saying that you shouldn't go back to him either.”

“It's up to you.”

[name] lets out a shaky sigh, twiddling her fingers. She knows that it was long gone and this is not a fairytale where everything goes back the way they were. She had so many dreams about she and he.

And she might be okay but in reality [name]'s not fine at all. The click of the door interrupted from [name] to her inner monologue. Teru had a small smile, placing a heavy hand on Akane's shoulder.

[name] bit her lip to prevent herself from tearing up in front of her ex boyfriend, instead she faced him in a grimaced expression. Akane furrowed his eyebrows at Teru which the latter smiled back.

“You two talk things out, I'll head out and totally not eavesdropping.” Teru grabbed his school bag and headed over to the exit of the council room. “I'll see you two tomorrow~”

Teru closed the door shut. [name] had so many questions: When did they start to change? When was the time where she wasn't enough? Was her love not enough? If she gave it all why didn't it work?

With all their fights, why can't she see that Akane had enough?

[name] started to cry. “I'm sorry,” she says between tears. “I'm sorry, I was tired.”

“I'm sorry, I left. I was scared because I can't find you before,”

“I gave you everything, but there's nothing left for me to give.”

“I'm sorry if I hurted you.” [name] whimpered and covering her face with her hands, crying uncontrollably.

Akane smiled painfully at the sight of the girl whom he used to love crying in front of him. “Sorry, if I wasn't there when you needed me.”

“Sorry if I wasn't there when you needed someone to hold on,”

“I'm sorry if I can't protect you. I can't even protect you. I was really scared.”

“But I want to be there, I want to be there by your side when you are hurt.”

Akane covered his mouth, looked away and teared up a little until he cried also. “But I wasn't.”

“I think I know all too well that we are not really made for each other.”

“But we tried right?” [name] wiped her tears, whilst looking at Akane as if he was about to slip away from her fingers. “We fought for it right?”

Akane replied with pain lacing on his voice. “Yep, we tried.”

The two of them wiped their own tears. Akane took off his glasses and placed it on the table. [name] stared at him, asking if it was okay if she hugs him.

Akane pulled [name] into a hug and cried softly, his hands were cupping her neck as they looked at each other. “I want to say thank you, to all the memories that I will remember all too well.”

“We didn't even try to do what we both dreamed of. I'm happy to all the things we did together.”

“I'm happy when you're happy.”

“I want you to be happy too.” [name] choked back a sob. Her cheeks are not stained with tears, she looked like a crying mess. Akane smiled with more tears pricking from the corners of his eyes.

“Thank you,”

“Thank you,”

Akane caressed her cheek using his thumb. “I want you to know, that I forgive you.”

“I forgive you too.” [name] replied.

The red haired boy looked at her with fondness, it was like from the first week, cause he remembered it all too well. “Take care of yourself.”

“Don't leave me...”

“I need to,”

[name] uttered out a small 'okay' from her lips. Akane whisked away from the girl whom he recently held in his arms. Time doesn't fly that easily and its like you're stuck in that timeline if you don't move on.

And now their flowers are blooming, but separately.

Akane left the council room while wiping his tears. [name] stood there with a small smile. “Akane-kun, take care...”

a/n: ya all should know that when i made angst means im too happy, like, it's weird. so yeah hope you enjoy the aNgSt because its literally my forte to do so, it's not crying worthy but okay HAHAHAHA (and my body hurts like a bitch because i fell off the stairs misaki-sensei style)

#tbhk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #akane aoi #akane x reader #akane #aNgSt #toilet bound hanako kun #part two #wind flower #angst

[magicalgirlagency]

Good! Now can we have Mifuyu, Momoko and Kuroe?

For those wondering why Alina Gray wasn't requested, I have done a WIF for her back when the anime was still on its first season. You can check it out if you're curious.

I would've easily refused these requests because they're alive in the game canon, but I am just so fucking angry at how the anime just killed all of my hopes for a decent and pleasant ending where Walpurgis is defeated in an spetacular fashion and finally putting Avengers: Endgame to shame!

And also because I got nothing better to do, and it has been AGES since I've gotten a WBMR request, and I desperatedly need to blow off some steam.

Anyways, enough dilly-dallying; let's work on some megucas:

Azusa Mifuyu is now Mirage Acrobat Mifuyu, B-Rank Magi, Assigned Gemstone is Gray Moonstone, Essence is Darkness;

She becomes the legal guardian of Ui, Touka and Nemu, wanting to start things over with them in a new and safe world;

As she develops her new magic powers, Mifuyu discovers about alchemy, now studying it to develop her own smoke bombs and illusion traps;

Her therapy assigned hobby is yoga. It helps her develop her flexibility better for her acrobactics, and keeps her focused;

Mifuyu regrets her decision of removing the Doppel system, as well as the fact that she can't go back and change, and chastises herself for it;

Now in Wondaria, she aims to stop dwelling in the past. Mifuyu needs to realize that she was in a desperate situation in an unfair world that didn't gave her enough choices;

As a Magi, Mifuyu aims to be stronger, like her former partner Yachiyo. She knows that she can't turn back now, but she aims to set things right with the others.

Coming up next is Momoko:

Togame Momoko is now Flame Knight Momoko, Assigned Gemstone is Sardonyx, Essence is Fire;

She's still young and can't go on missions yet, so Momoko sticks with Mifuyu, training her new magic skills and raising the girls;

Momoko develops an interest towards ouji lolita fashion, wanting to model it. She feels like it's the perfect combo of boyish and cute;

She joins a kendo club as therapy, helping her to better develop her strength with much more calmness and clarity;

Much like Mifuyu, she regrets her rash decision of the Doppel removal, saying that its attempt was desperate and stupid;

Feeling bad for abandoning Kaede and Rena, Momoko becomes protective of Ui, Touka and Nemu, promising to never again repeat her mistake;

Her new goal as a Magi is to take better care of herself, and be more honest with her feelings. She wants to focus on the present, so she can move on to the future.

And lastly, but not least important, Kuroe (since she didn't had an actual surname in canon, I'll give one for her: Toriyama):

Toriyama Kuroe is now Night Hawk Kuroe, Assigned Gemstone is Phantom Amethyst, Essence is Darkness;

Her hobby is studying astronomy and astrology, finding comfort in the stars and celestial bodies;

Other passion for her is collecting jigsaw puzzle sets. She challenges herself and develops some dexterity;

She aims to be more strategic in action. Feeling inspired by Iroha, Kuroe wants to be someone more reliable and brave;

Kuroe also develops protective instincts towards Ui. Since she's no longer with Iroha, she aims to be her new big sis;

Kuroe starts writing a personal book about her past experiences with the other girls, telling tales of both despair (caused by their decisions) and hope (future goals in the new world);

Much like Momoko, her personal goal is to aim for the future and set herself free of what ties her down. She can't go back, but she now knows that the past doesn't define one's character.

#wondarian bureau of multiversal rescue

[tangentiallly]

maybe one day i'll hear my real name on your lips

"my soulmate seems to be related to the dead noc you killed" vs "my soulmate seems to be your mother"

~2.5k, Vermouth/Kir soulmates AU, background scotchrye

****

On the inside of Hidemi’s wrist writes the words Sharon Vineyard. When Hidemi was 15, she saw the name of the famed actress on the entertainment newspaper, and stared at it for a whole minute.

But then, she thinks that no way is her soulmate a famous actress who has been in the industry for quite some time already. Probably just someone with the same name, she rationalizes with herself.

She wonders what it’s like, growing up sharing the same name with a celebrity.

****

When the NOC Ethan Hondou died at Kir’s hand, and his name was found out, Vermouth’s first reaction is that sure is a familiar name. So, so very familiar, because how can she not be familiar with the very surname written on her wrist? Hondou Hidemi.

She wonders if her soulmate really is someone related to the dead NOC, or if this is all just a weird coincidence.

But Vermouth doesn’t believe in coincidences. So she asks Bourbon to look into the dead NOC’s relatives.

Bourbon reports back later that Ethan Hondou was an only child, and had a wife who died before him, and the two of them did not have any kids. “Makes sense,” Bourbon comments. “How would someone with family go undercover as a spy?” He had some distant cousins, but apparently none of them shared the same last name.

Is the same surname with her soulmate merely a coincidence, or did Hondou cover his tracks well enough that it’s impossible to find anything, or is Bourbon’s investigation skills not as good as he boasts?

Of course, Vermouth muses, it’s not impossible that Bourbon might be a NOC himself, and decides, out of professional ethics, that he should help hide relevant information. Bourbon doesn’t seem like a NOC, but then again, he does have great acting skills, some of which Vermouth has seen in action during missions.

She doesn’t completely dismiss that possibility.

****

Vermouth has always been one of the mysterious ones in the organization, so Kir doesn’t meet her for quite a long time, and only mostly heard of her reputation. Gin has said that woman is “a witch with a thousand faces”, presumably referring to Vermouth’s excellent disguise skills.

Vermouth mostly works with only the top level organization members who have been in the organization for a long time, with perhaps the exception of Bourbon, who only joined in the past couple of years. But Bourbon has the same reputation as Vermouth, both being incredibly mysterious.

Kir has never met him either.

When she finds out, one day, from Scotch, that Vermouth - the mysterious Vermouth Kir has never met and doesn’t know what she looks like - has the public identity Chris Vineyard, she’s so momentarily stunned that she almost drops the glass she’s holding at that time.

“Chris Vineyard? Really?”

“Why the surprise?” Scotch raises an eyebrow. “We have people in many industry fields, you know that. Unless … you’re actually a fan?”

Deciding it’s the best excuse, because it’s not like she wants to reveal anything about soulmates, she says, adding admiration to her voice, “Yeah, I’ve watched some of her movies. She’s really cool!”

Scotch grins teasingly, “Maybe I can ask Bourbon to get her autograph for you.”

It’s Kir’s turn to raise an eyebrow, “You’re familiar with Bourbon?” Their codenames are both whiskeys, but as far as she knows they don’t get assigned on the same missions much, if at all. Scotch is a sniper, and Bourbon … does whatever he does, with Vermouth. The mysterious duo. “Or are you whiskeys all close with each other?” She knows Scotch and Rye work together rather a lot. In fact, rumor around the organization is that Rye seems to prefer working with Scotch more than working with anyone else, although of course that’s probably just because their skills match each other. Well, Gin’s skills are good, too, but Kir can easily see why people (aside from Vodka) would prefer to work with Scotch rather than work with Gin.

“Well,” Scotch smiles, his usual casual and friendly smile, with a slightly mischievous edge to it. “Not so much as close, but rather I have some secret on them.” He winks. “So they’re both nice to me. So if you really want, I can maybe get him to get you that autograph.”

Some secret on them … the way Scotch hints at it, combined with the only other rumor about Bourbon aside from his mysteriousness - that he dislikes Rye - Kir wonders that if perhaps Rye and Bourbon had slept together on a drunken occasion once and both regret it, and Scotch somehow has evidence and are blackmailing them with it.

Even though he can be friendly, she realizes that perhaps Scotch is not one to be underestimated.

To keep up with her previous lie, Kir says, “I’d love an autograph!”

****

The first time Vermouth and Kir kiss, it’s when they’re infiltrating a party and pretending to be a couple.

They’re sent on that infiltration mission along with Scotch and Rye. Because of the dress code of the party, Vermouth first spends quite some time styling both Scotch and Rye in skirts. She has even offered, with an amused expression, to braid Rye’s hair for him, at which Rye coolly replies that if she touches his hair he’ll kill her.

Vermouth texts Gin, “no luck with the hair part xxxx”.

When Vermouth says the instructions are for them to infiltrate the party as two couples, Rye throws an arm over Scotch’s shoulder in a possessive way, saying, “Scotch is with me,” and then drags him into the party crowds without looking back. Scotch gives Kir a smile with a thumbs-up, which Kir assumes he means some kind of congratulation to her for getting to play pretend-couple with her ‘celebrity crush’, as she’d pretended that’s who Chris Vineyard is to her.

“Suits me perfectly,” Vermouth drawls. “Shall we, Kir?”

So they slip into the crowds as well, dancing while keeping an ear out, listening for any information that may be passed around.  When one of the targets they want to keep an eye on disappears through a corridor leading out of the crowded room, Kir and Vermouth follow.

And they spend some time eavesdropping on a conversation the target is having in one of the rooms in the corridor, until someone walks out of the room too fast, faster than they can get away.

Reacting fast, Kir kisses Vermouth on the spot.

The woman walking away spares them a glance, and seems to decide they’re just lovers looking for a more discreet place to make out. To keep up with their performance more convincingly, Vermouth kisses back equally enthusiastically.

Kir feels Vermouth’s tongue delve inside her mouth, as Vermouth lightly grabs Kir’s hair. She can taste the bloody mary Vermouth drank earlier, and even the salt on the rim of the glass she earlier saw Vermouth licked off rather seductively. It’s dizzying, it’s electrifying, it makes her want to get lost in the kiss.

They break apart some time later, both gasping for breath.

Vermouth gives her a lazy smile. Under the dim lights, her hair looks like golden waves flying every time she turns her head. “Let’s head back to the party, Kir.”

So they head back.

Everything seems mostly a blur after that, as Kir still sort of feels dazed from the kiss. It’s surprising how good the kiss felt, unlike any other kisses she’s ever experienced before.

Almost as if it’s a kiss with someone special.

Like a soulmate, perhaps.

It makes her wonder if Vermouth’s actual name is Sharon Vineyard instead. Perhaps she’s actually Sharon Vineyard Jr, and used her middle name Chris mostly to distinguish between her and her mother.

Then, Kir pulls herself back from the dazed afterglow of the kiss and focuses on something more imminent, more dangerous.

If Vermouth also suspects this is a soulmate kiss, then she will have a big problem. It will mean that Vermouth knows her real name, which is not Mizunashi Rena, and she will also know how she shares the surname with the NOC that supposedly died at her hands.

Her father.

Kir chances a look at Vermouth. Vermouth doesn’t seem to be looking at her any differently than usual, doesn’t seem to be studying her in suspicion. But that can just be pretense. Luring her into a false sense of security.

Then again, Vermouth may be willing to not expose her, considering they’re soulmates. Maybe she’s internally wondering if Kir is worth her switching sides, right this second.

Kir has no way of being sure, with Vermouth’s expression not showing anything out of ordinary.

She knows that Vermouth can be a good actress, but then suddenly another possibility occurs to her.

Maybe they aren’t soulmates, after all. Maybe the kiss didn’t feel that special to Vermouth. Maybe Kir, or the people she has kissed before, are simply not as good at kissing as Vermouth. Maybe this is a normal kiss for Vermouth, maybe it isn’t special, isn’t dizzying, isn’t memorable to her at all.

Maybe they aren’t soulmates, after all.

It’s entirely possible. With Vermouth being an actress who has starred in romance movies before, she’s probably naturally just better at kissing than Kir is. Maybe Kir just got a taste of kissing someone who actually knows how to kiss, compared to her previous experiences.

She isn’t sure if she should feel relieved or disappointed, but decides to settle on being relieved. It’s a good thing, she tells herself. It’s good that they aren’t actually soulmates, or else Kir would need to worry about Vermouth knowing her real identity and would need to worry about whether Vermouth would keep her secret and wonder if it’s possible to get Vermouth to switch sides. That would be too complicated. 

It’s good that they aren’t soulmates, she decides.

Somehow, though, a voice inside her tells her that they are.

****

Another mission where they have to pretend to be a couple comes, this time just the two of them on the mission. While they dance together and hold hands, Kir has decided not to kiss Vermouth again, unless absolutely necessary, because she’s afraid of what she might find out. Even though she already made the decision prior to the mission, now, to the upbeat pop song singing about young love that the DJ is playing, looking at Vermouth’s bright red lips - she remembers Vermouth showing her the lipstick brand earlier - she is starting to realize that it will require more than a bit of strong will to not kiss those lips in front of her. Vermouth’s flirtatious whispers and jokes are certainly not helping either, nor the way she guides Kir around the dancefloor, hand on Kir’s waist.

“Kir,” Vermouth leans close to her left ear, murmuring, “Rena-chan.” She bites on Kir’s earlobe, and Kir feels her mind go blank for a second. “Sometimes I wonder about you …” her hand leaves Kir’s waist and drops down a bit to the belt Kir’s wearing, and lightly knocks on the belt. “Are you?”

Lightly knocking on the belt. NOC.

Vermouth knows - or at least suspects - about her real name.

But she’s not outright saying anything, perhaps because then she will have to explain why she uses the name Chris Vineyard instead of Sharon Vineyard.

So Kir says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, darling.”

****

Somehow, they end up sleeping together after the mission. Neither of them bring up the subject of soulmates, or fake names, or NOC again, both of them seem to carefully avoid this topic.

But they also both have their own suspicions, and rather suspect the other person also having certain suspicions.

Kir knows that Gin will kill someone based on suspicion alone, so the fact that Gin hasn’t made any move, can only mean the Vermouth is at least keeping this secret for her, and that perhaps their soulmate connection may be enough to make Vermouth switch sides.

Or perhaps Vermouth herself isn’t actually that loyal, despite being one of the boss’s favorites.

It’s the first time they slept together, that night.

****

After the first time, comes the second, the third, the fourth.

They still don’t discuss anything about soulmates, or fake names, or NOC.

****

Until one day they do.

“Hondou-san, is it?” Vermouth says, smiling sharply. With extremely quick reflex, she takes off the watch Kir always wears to cover the name written on her wrist.

“Sharon, is it?” Kir returns. She has tried looking into what science experiments the organization has been conducting, and after coaxing some information out from a junior scientist who works under the child prodigy Sherry, she has had some suspicions. “I assume you’re not actually the age you look.”

“And I assume you’re from CIA.”

For a moment, neither of them speaks.

“I won’t tell Gin, you know,” Vermouth says, breaking the tense silence. “If I wanted to, I would have done so long ago. Gin knew me as Sharon already.”

“Does that mean …” Kir trails off.

Vermouth sighs, grabbing Kir’s hand and then kissing her on the fingertips. “Ah, the things we do for love.” Her eyes darken, “and hate, I suppose.” She smiles grimly. “I would love to see the organization burn down.”

****

They don’t go public about their soulmates status until the organization is fully taken down. It’s also then that Kir discovers that Scotch and Rye are soulmates, too.

“When did you two know?” Vermouth asks, very curiously.

“Oh, Rye took my wristband off while I was asleep and then confronted me about that after seeing his actual name,” Scotch says. “And he drugged me beforehand to make sure I won’t wake up while he’s checking my wrist.”

“Hey, I had been a perfect gentleman and did nothing else other than taking the wristband off that night,” Rye drawls in reply.

Scotch rolls his eyes, but it’s fond. “Yes, yes, thank you for being a gentleman.”

Kir remembers something, “Back then, when you told me you had secrets on Rye and Bourbon and hinted that’s why they’re nice to you, that’s not actually true, is it?”

“Ah yes, I made that up at that time, to explain why we might be friendly with each other,” Scotch says. He adds, with a smile, “though I suppose it’s not untrue that I do individually know quite a few of their secrets.”

“As I do yours,” Rye points out, tossing Scotch a lazy grin. He throws an arm around Scotch, in the same possessive way that he did years ago at that party, which immediately reminds Vermouth of that night.

She smirks, and announces, “And I, have a dozen of pictures of you both from that one infiltration mission we did together, gentlemen.” She takes out her phone, her fingers moving quickly on the screen, “in fact, I just sent it to both of you. You’re welcome.”

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Request for Reassignment (Vyn/Kat)

Vynette sat at her desk, finishing up the paperwork assigned to her, just like any night in the office. The only difference was her demeanor. Something about her was tense. She caught a look from Kat more than once for her heel tapping nervously, and the elf kept sneaking glances at her Director to almost make a comment before sealing her lips again.

Finally, without looking up, some of the proposed words in her head finally managed to tumble out. "I was talking to an agent from another Unit today. I guess they've had eight agents now put in to answer the call for aid. From, you know, the Covenants."

"Uh-huh," Kat muttered in response without looking at the elven operative, her focus remaining on the papers she shuffled, expression blank.

It was more or less the kind of response Vyn expected. She sighed, knowing she was going to have to move things forward. "It seems like the need for more trained hands is still pretty great. And what with the duties of wartime off everyone's plates, more or less," her voice trailed softer and quicker as she mumbled, "I was considering requesting a temporary assignment to offer my abilities. Ma'am."

Kat froze in place, staring at the document in hand as a slow exhale spilled over her lips. Eyelids shut as lips curled inward over the teeth and the paper set aside. "There are plenty of eager hero types and jar-heads t' fill the ranks." Her response monotone as the stark gaze shifted to the elf.

"We have plenty t'do here."

The air in the room thinned out at Kat's tone and in any other instance, Vyn would have dropped the topic. Unfortunately, the circumstances here were unique. "I know. There is work to be done, and I'm not ignoring or underplaying the work we do." She may have come to Unit Eight looking for a job and a safe place to hide, but she did understand the value they added to the Alliance she was somehow a part of now.

"It is just... the request came for me specifically." An uncharacteristic uncertainty softened Vynette's voice. "My teacher is part of the House of Eyes. He has called for me to aid the Necro Lords."

Without missing a beat, Kat's eyes narrowed sharply following Vyn's confession. "I see..." Her tone and demeanor turned ice-cold, and the eye contract broke, the Director diving back into her papers.

"So after everythin', I've done, everythin' I've risked, yer going t' abandon me just like that." Pain and anger laced Kat's words, her jaw tightening towards the end. "One letter from a ghost and I'm nothin' t' ya'."

Vyn's bright blue eyes went wide at the shift in tone. It was rare to see such intensity drawn from the otherwise collected and calculating Director. As someone who genuinely respected Kat, Vyn felt the pit of guilt in her stomach. "No, that's not it at all! You're... you mean a lot to me. You took a chance on me." She spoke of the risks Kat took for her in a hushed voice, not wanting to raise suspicions of anyone who might still be lingering in a nearby office. "I owe you everything."

Taking a deep breath, Vyn pressed forward, mustering up her determination. "I am not looking to leave beyond a temporary reassignment; my home is here. With you and with the Unit." Their office was one of the few consistent places anyone could find her these days. "But he was the one who got me here. He saw value in me and gave me purpose. And I failed him. And he died," she finally admitted.

"And I saw value in ya', and gave ya' a new purpose!" Kat quickly countered, pointing a finger in the elven woman's direction. "A purpose that could have, and still could, get us both killed."

With a scoff, Kat's head shook, and her arms crossed as she stood from the desk and paced. "Ya' failed him, but he sends a letter? Have ya' gone dense Vynette?" For once, the Director addressed her elven shadow by the first name rather than the forged surname. "It has trap written all over it. Or did ya' forget how ya' were ejected from the Horde?"

It would have been easy to call her paranoid; plenty of people in SI:7 had already. The real pain came from the truth in her words.

"I was overconfident when I got set up. I'm not that anymore thanks to you," she pointed out. "Being by your side is important to me."

Vyn was to the point of pleading, even when she knew Kat was not so easily swayed. What else could she do? "Kat..." She addressed the woman, not the title. "There's still closure I need from my time as an apprentice. Shit I'm still carrying with me. My loyalty is with you; no one can change that. So I'm asking-- begging for the chance to serve the cause in the Shadowlands and put my ghosts to rest."

A heated exhale pushed through the nostril as Kat turned her back to Vynette's pleading, facing the wall where documents, pins, and red string put together the tapestry of their current case. She did not appear to be swayed by the elf's begging, not entirely. Something in that final statement did bring a silent pause.

"If bein' by my side is so important, then why so eager to leave it?" She chose to hone in on other points and skip over the please, keeping her back to the elf. There was still a tinge of pain and anger in her tone.

"Livin' in th' past never moved anyone forward. I need ya' here. Or is suddenly wot I and this job I graced ya' with no longer of importance? I didn' say a bloody thing when I came back to find yer visage eerily similar to mine, plucked a hair from the office, no doubt. Even when my patience is tested by yer sometimes questionable motivations and comments in the borderline territory of breakin' my rules, I allowed yer leash to remain lax. I never asked fer anythin' other than service in return, even after footin' the bills to fake and create yer life in the Alliance. But this is the thanks I get? T'be abandoned fer some Horde dog."

Vynette got to her feet, because she disliked the tone Kat was taking regarding her teacher. Vyn rarely defied Kat; it was not in her nature. Still, she persisted. "You've let my leash remain lax because I've done everything you've ever asked of me, without question. I've followed every order, completed every mission," her voice dropped lower, but picked up its intensity, "I've done every off-book task you've needed with a smile because I'm your knife. I've committed sins for you and I'd commit them thrice over and you know that."

Scrunching her nose at the realization that her tone was getting away from her, Vynette composed herself. "He's not some Horde dog, Director; he's found a place of high standing in the House of Eyes. If I went over your head, they'd give me the go ahead. Hell, I could go to Fiske. I didn't do that because I don't give a shit about their authority. You're the one I follow."

Looking down at her desk, Vynette sat back down feeling resigned to defeat. "If you command me to stay, I'll stay. I don't ask for much. But I'm just asking for you to trust me. I have debts to repay, but he's not my master anymore."

As the Operative's tone began to get away from her, Kat looked back over her shoulder. One brow lifted as she stared the elven woman down from across the room as if cursing her for the act of defiance.

"Go over m'head or t'Fiske, and it won't be a temporary reassignment." The Director barked. Whether it was a threat or fact was anyone's guess.

Fingers ran through her raven tresses, pulling the strands back as she sighed quietly, seemingly content with Vynette's concession. "When this case is over," Kat motioned to the wall at her side as she turned to face the elf. "Then I will consider signin' off on a temporary reassignmen'. I will no' make any promises, however."

The tension in Vyn's shoulders released. Resisting Kat's authority made her physically uncomfortable, but she had made it to the other side. They both knew the elf would not go over Kat's head, but she was still being given an out. She could handle finishing their assignment at hand. She would cling to the hope that, if she continued to be on her best behavior, Kat would give her the chance to settle her past.

"Of course, ma'am," she replied with an earnest salute and a genuine, radiant smile. "Til then, the only thing on my mind is our case. I'm all yours; you have my word."

"Good," Kat murmured as she returned to her desk and the papers scattered atop it.

"Now get out of m'sight for an hour or two before I change m'mind, and there better be a bottle in one hand when ya' return."

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Ship of Dreams (Titanic 1997 AU) | Chapter 1

Gif not mine

A/N: Hello everrrrybodyyyy so after about twelve hours, chapter 1 is here 🎉 and like... Yeah... I hope you enjoy reading this part bc it's gonna be pretty long. (Italics are short flash backs). Made a few tweaks in how the scenes flow but still, it gets there. Don't worry bout it. And I added links below for you to easily navigate between the current parts of the story, and I'll be doing that for all the other chapters for easier access. Channelling this Bucky (thanks babe @witchymegg ) and post serum Steve in this fic, but in whatever Jack and Fabrizio wore.

Pairing: Alexander Pierce x Reader

Warnings: Age gap?, rich people being rich people, social discrimination, gambling. Swearing... I am on the app so this has no page break

The whirring of the large helicopter was heard through out a far radius, Y/N and Meg seated inside and Diamond on the old woman's lap.

As one of the submarines were being swung over to begin another mission, Jared and Baron walked over, talking. Baron was rather aggressive in his perspective on meeting lil old lady Y/N, calling her an old liar. Saying that her claims that she is Y/F/N is false as she 'died' in the Titanic.

However, Jared was too set in finding the precious jewel to listen to Baron's claims. He'd care less of his friend now that he finally has a walking diary willing to tell the tale.

Jared's Point of View

"She's dead, McKinley... Look it up. She might be another person for vanity... She's an old goddamn liar..." Baron says harshly as the loud propellers of the heli fill the ears of everyone on deck.

"Y'know what, do something you fancy right now, Martins... This is what I fancy, and if you don't want in, go some place else..." I say sternly as I walked over to help the old nutshell out the Sea Stallion.

Claiming that she's dead is rather harsh, now that she's here. In a wheelchair, frail, basically looking like time wasn't too good to her, no... She's no fine wine.

But she is definitely a fine piece of the puzzle, for my reputation and for this shipwreck. Thousands of dollars will go to nothing and will prove Baron right.

I'm his boss. I should be right...

Right?

"Good day, Mrs. Treville... Welcome to the Dal'nomer... I'm Jared McKinley..." I greeted as she was carried down the heli in her wheel chair, a young woman following her as she descended from the small door.

"Hello, Mr. McKinley... This is my granddaughter, Meg..." She greets me as Meg reaches out to shake my hand for a brief moment, following her grandmother soon after, a fish bowl with a few small fishes inside being handed to me.

Who the hell brings their entire house in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean?

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"How's the stateroom, Mrs. Treville?"

"Lovely, Mr. McKinley... Very lovely..." she says happily as she looked around the room, "Have you met my granddaughter, Meg? She takes care of me..."

"Yes, we met a moment ago, grandma..." She smiles as I caught Baron roll his eyes and chuckle... I looked at him, making him stop.

"Oh yes..." she says remembering me meeting her granddaughter. A short pause filled the air for a moment, as I looked at the mass of picture frames on top of the bedside table.

I mean, it's pretty inconvenient and her actions are pretty different than any old lady I ever met.

"That's nice... I like to bring my pictures with me... And Diamond of course..." she says pertaining to her white Pomeranian, seated on the foot of ther bed.

Old ladies... Quite peculiar specimens.

But that's not the thing I'm after. I'm after that big juicy jewel, and the story behind it. The safe combination, how did Pierce grab hold of it, of such a controversial piece of pressurized carbon.

"Anything else you need?"

"I would like to see my drawing."

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Reader's Point of View

We entered the lab. The white paint prominent all around. Technicians in their white garments as they fiddled with the tech around them, like children playing with their dolls.

They lead me to a place in the lab, a rectangular dish on top of the cold, busy table. A drawing of a woman submerged in the clear water.

"Lay there... Just like that for me..." his steel blue eyes focused as he directed my form, bare flesh but a large gem on my chest, dark as the rim around his irises.

His large hands held his pad of paper as he sketched in dark grey strokes.

His dark brown locks loose on his face as he glanced at me.

His muse.

It puts a smile on my face, as I remember how I was too innocent and certain to love someone for the grade of good, not knowing any better.

Jared nears to me, holding a black and white picture in his hands, the 'Heart of the Ocean.'

"Louis the Sixteenth, wore a fabulous stone called the Blue Diamond of the Crown, it disappeared in 1792. About the same time Louis lost everything from the neck up..." Jared said as he sat beside me, showing me the picture... I just listened to him and the gem's origins.

I always knew it cost a fortune, but now I just realized a thing that I felt back then... A diamond fit for royalty on a girl like me, marrying for what good reason?

It's a gorgeous piece, truly. However, by what Jared is saying, it is one for that of the Olympic Dieties.

"... Today, it would be more expensive than a Hope Diamond," his friend Baron nodded, agreeing that such is worth a fortune.

All I could think was I was both lucky but undeserving of having to wear it. A thing worth more than my whole existence is wanted by these people for whatever reason. I wouldn't want to jump into conclusions.

"Oh, I remember how heavy this was..." I said touching the picture of the necklace and looking ay the drawing, "I only wore it this once..."

Meg looks at me reluctantly, raising an eyebrow, "Do you really believe that's you, Grandma?"

I smiled at her and chuckled, "Why yes, dear... I was quite the looker..."

Jared smiles as my granddaughter giggles behind me. All is well on my part.

However, I can sense that one of the men, Baron, is skeptical of me. I wouldn't want to think so paranoid but, a man like him looks at someone like me differently.

Jared goes on with his story, and I listen, any rational human should do the same, "We tracked in down through insurance records but it was deemed confidential... Do you know who the claimant was, Y/N?"

"I believe it may be someone with Pierce..." I say in a lively tone. But that surname irks me.

Pierce...

"Ding ding ding! The father, New York personality, worked for the Navy as one of it's top asset and next part of his story, became one of the most known socialites of his time in the US. For his son, Alexander Pierce, heir of all that cash, splurged on the necklace during his trip to France..."

He paused a little, "For his fiancee, you... One week before the Titanic set sailed from England. Claim was made after the ship sank... Meaning, it went down with the ship."

Meg looked at the date, dictating it to Jared as he snapped his fingers.

"So if your grandma is who she says she is, it means that she wore the necklace when the Titanic sank..." Baron butted in like an omniscient being, but I don't really mind. What is there to mind anyway?

I can't force someone into believing who I say I am. I have gone through enough in my 100 years of existence and that's a thing I learned along the way, before I rode that ship. I couldn't force even my mother who I think I am... When she was alive of course.

Jared smiles at me like the Cheshire cat, eyes gleaming with anticipation, "And that makes you my new bestfriend."

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We went forth to another part of the lab. In front of me stood a table, antiques submerged in the Atlantic laid out in front of me.

It felt as if I was travelling through time, in my younger years. My glory days. The mirror looked in shape, though faded a little and cracked, it's still the mirror I once held.

"My reflection is a little different..." I smiled as I set it down. I took another antique from the table, a hair piece this time and inspected it. It still dawns its jewel toned colors, except it has faded through the test of time.

All these items still vivid in my memory. How new they were and the materials that made up every piece on this table, were so rare and priceless. It's extraordinary how they are still in mint condition, after such a long time.

The people connected to these items however, didn't stand the test of time very well. They come and go.

"Are you ready to go back to Titanic?"

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Third Person Point of View

"Live from 12,000 feet," Baron begins with his lecture, a simulation of what happened to the Titanic, the video running the events that lead to the sunken disaster, now at rest in the Atlantic.

Jared thought she doesn't need to know this, but Y/N insisted. She said she was curious, despite her thoughts on this skeptic, Mr. Martins, it would be rude to decline. Men can share.

Y/N, seemed facinated with the tech around her, showing the bottom of the ocean but seemed interested at a certain part of the sunken ship, which made Jared pay attention to her expressions, to unlock memories that may lead him to a successful mission.

He simply can't let every bit of this pass. Not a damn chance.

Baron went on and on... making sounds along the visuals on screen...

"Morse code, DIT DIT DIT..."

"Sank on the bottom like junk, BOOOM..."

"Pretty cool, huh?" Baron says happily, smiling at her, ancient eyes stoic as it ended.

"Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Martins. Of course the experience of it was far less... Scientific..." she says, her voice frail, but willing to tell what it's like. Willing to be a primary source of information, a walking book... Diary rather.

"Will you share it with us?" Jared asks, preparing the tape recorder.

Y/N stands from her chair, looking around the monitors, the sad ruins of the ship below. Algae and sea garbage on its once metal hand rails and deck.

Reader's Point of View

I looked at the ruins of the ship from the monitors. Every part of it, every set of stairs, every surface of the ship, I see people, from all walks of life. The door, now rusted and covered in debris and underwater plants.

"Good day, Ms. Y/L/N..." a man says, who works in the Titanic opens the door for me, metal tinted in gold as its windows, the varnished wood engraved with expertly made carvings.

Futher past the door, the ivory staircase on full display. Passengers of first-class in their fine garments and black suits, up and down its grand halls.

It all flashes in my head, before my eyes. All the opulence, the lush life... And how lives clinged to the metal rails for dear life.

I felt my face get hot and my eyes burn as tears ran down my face, my mouth slightly agape as I covered it and gasp in air, as it drowning in my memories and in my emotions.

Meg's face paints to worry, as she takes my wheelchair, "I'm taking her to rest."

"NO!"

My voice strong and in authority. I called Mr. McKinley, and I am here to give it to him. Not for him to aid in my old age.

I sat down with the monitors behind me as the people in the room settled down, Jared holding a tape recorder in his hands.

"It's been 84 years-"

"Just tell us what you can... Anything at all..." Jared interrupts as I began to tell of my experience. Took aback, I thought to myself...

Does he really want me to say what I have to say or he just wants something else out of me?

"Do you want to hear it or not, Mr. McKinley?" I ask sternly, he falls quiet signalling me to continue.

"It's been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china has never been used. The sheets have never been slept in... Titanic was called, the 'Ship of Dreams,' and it was... It really was..."

Third Person Point of View

Everyone was smiling ear to ear, hugging each other as they boarded the large ship. People segregated, the first-class passengers need no such inspection, just by the looks of them.

Third-class however, needs to go through inspection. Health, appearance... Certain things were contagious back in the day.

In the sea of people, old fashioned automobiles honked loudly, the aristocrats. Easily distinguished as gold curls surrounded the edges of the vehicle's doors and windows, one after the other. It's contents may be people or their stack of belongings.

To these aristocrats and socialites, there is no in between when it comes to needs and wants. Every want is a need.

Reader's Point of View

So this is a ship, they say? It's but a big boat to me... Looks like any other ship. So much for taking me here when I could've lived my life on land like a normal girl.

I reached out my gloved hand to the chauffer, helping me off the vehicle. I looked through my wide brimmed hat, the Titanic in front of all the people bidding goodbye.

To these people, this is the grandest ship in their eyes and hearts. For me, who had a fair share of being on different ships, this just looks like a joke to me.

So much for bringing me here, Pierce.

"I don't see what all the fuss is about... It doesn't look bigger than the Mauretania..." I say to Alexander as he stepped down the vehicle.

"You can belittle all other things, Y/N but not the Titanic..." he pressed as if he himself already entered the ship, "It's over a hundred feet longer than Mauretania and far more luxurious... You're gonna love it..."

I walked forth a little to give space to my mother, Katherine, Karen for short. I call her that, but without her knowledge as she likes to make herself be heard and she wants it exactly how she wants it.

"Your daughter's far too hard to please, Katherine..." Alexander says as she helps her off the vehicle.

May I add, she's a feisty one.

"So this is the ship they say is unsinkable, huh?" She says looking at the ship, raising her thin eyebrow. Her hands tucked inside her hand warmers.

"Yes, it is unsinkable. God himself can't sink this ship." He beams as my mother looks at him impressed.

A small man approached Alexander, telling him that the luggage should go to the main entrance around the ship somewhere. He hands him a good tip, a more than good tip. His eyes grow large as Alexander tells him to look for Brock Rumlow, his right hand.

It's funny because his right hand man is nearer to my age than he is.

Choices.

We head off to the ship, my mother's arm linked to Alexander's, looking more like a couple than how we are meant to look the part as I walked passed the third-class passengers being inspected.

We walked on the ramp, the water under it and the people below us.

Upon entrance, Alexander made me link my arm with his. Thanks, mother for finally thinking that you set me up with this person and not you setting yourself up with him.

Although that last part sounds better to me. He's as old as someone like him should be.

It was the ship of dreams... to everyone else. To me it was a slave ship. Taking me to the the United States in chains.

Outwardly I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming.

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Third Person Point of View

Forget the ship for now, the focus should be inside the pub. A pub full of people from the working class, drinking liquor, good enough that their money can afford, as cheap prostitutes flirted with the men for a quick buck for a bite to eat.

Four men, playing a serious game of poker. Every last bit of coin they had, were on the table. One takes a drink of his brown liquor as he speaks in Swedish.

"Du dumma, satsar du på våra biljetter! (You dumbass, you bet our tickets!)" He says to his companion who snaps his attention to him.

"Du förlorade alla våra pengar och jag försöker få tillbaka dem. Välj nu ett jävla kort! (You lost all our money and I'm trying to get them back. Now pick a damn card!)," One of them says gritting his teeth at his friend, who was playing all he got.

One of them puffs a cigarette, his grey blue eyes focused on his cards and the man across the table. Caring less of his brunette locks getting in the way of his vision.

"Hit me again, Ivan..." he asks as one of the Swedish men slip him a card and he takes it.

His blonde companion, begins to worry a little. Thinking they bet everything and are about to lose everything and stay in Southampton for another long time before they get lucky.

He notices, his voice in a low, raspy whisper, "Don't worry buddy, we've got nothing to lose..."

"We have nothing to lose because we literally have nothing, Bucky..." he says worried, as his friend bet everything they had, except for their clothes...

The ship horn toots its mighty note, alerting the gamblers, Bucky looks around, his competition sweating seeds off his forehead.

"Moment of truth..." he begins looking up at the four other men, anticipation and worry painted their faces, "Steve..."

The blonde lays out his deck, "Nothing..."

He continues, "Ludvig..."

The man lays out his deck, "Oh, squat..." he continues to the other one, "Ivan, two pair... Hmm... Sorry, Steve..."

Steve's face pales, he begins to sweat buckets... Fear rushing over him as he feels cold, palms sweaty.

"W-we lost? I won't be able to see ma another while... Darn it, Bucky..." he begins to stammer and curse... Thinking luck was not on his side...

"Sorry, Steve... You lost and I WON! FULL HOUSE, BUDDY!" Bucky cheers as Steve stands up happily hugging him, kissing the two tickets, "We're going home!"

Profanities streamed from the lips of the two other men who bet their tickets. The poker gods not on their side.

The taller man stood up, over 6 feet tall, maybe 6 foot 7, and grabbed Bucky by the collar. Bucky closed his eyes to take the impact of the large hand balled up in a fist. Instead, he punches his companion, knocked out like a light.

"We're going home, Steve!!"

"America, here we come!!"

Their celebration came to a halt, the pub owner cutting in looking at the two men.

"You're not going to America... Titanic is, in five minutes..." he says pointing to the clock, every second wasting away.

The two men exchanged looks and rushed out the pub, all their belongings they stuffed in their bags like sacks.

They ran in the crowd chasing time, as Steve cheered excitedly as they were coming home.

They ran and ran, cutting between the crowd of people and the honking automobiles. They skipped the line for inspection and went straight to the third-class passenger entrance, Bucky waving the tickets at the guard.

"Passed through inspection?" The guard asks, like he does for every passenger.

"Don't have lice, don't worry... We're both Americans..." He says flushed and panting, waiting to get on the ship to their quarters.

The guard was testy, but there was a sliver of trust shining through, "Alright, come aboard..."

They entered the ship, but it came to a halt. The guard passed the ticket on to another guard to inspect them, to see if they are not posers.

He begins saying the names, "Eklund and... Norberg..."

He says, raising a brow... he thought, 'these don't look like Eklunds and Norbergs...'

He hands them the tickets, granting them entrance to the RMS Titanic.

"Come on, Ivan!!" They ran in the corridor, whooping in victory...

"We are the luckiest sons of bitches alive!"

They quickly run up the metal stair case, excitedly throught the crowd of people finding their way in the ship. They busted out the door as they stood along the people on the poop deck.

"BYEEEE" Bucky yells out to the crowd, as if someone important to him is in the crowd.

Steve looks at him puzzled, "You hung out with some skank?" He asks, knowing that Bucky's a smooth wolf where ever he went.

Bucky shakes his head, chuckling then looking at him in disbelief, "NO, Steve... It's a thing!!!"

Steve shrugged and started waving at the crowd as the ship moved away from the dock.

"Bye, everybodyyy!!! I may or may not forget youuuu!!" Steve yells to the crowd as the ship set sail to New York, back to their country and to their homes.

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A/N: CUUUUT so this is chapter 1 of Ship of dreams... You finally reached the bottom of this chapter... Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it 💕 keep saaafe

-Alri

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