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beefromanoff · 7 months

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Project Mockingbird Ch. 2

summary: they arrive at the compound, where some are eager to meet the new girl and others...not so much.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

author's note: this got so much more traction than I was expecting with the prologue and chapter one, I tried to get this one up quicker to keep it going! thank you so much for reading, xoxo

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It turns out that flying on a jet was a hell of a lot faster, and smoother, than flying commercial. Or as a stowaway on a cargo plan. Neither of which Charlotte enjoyed, but sometimes you just have to make do. It was around 7:30am when the jet touched down on a long airstrip in the middle of a vast forest.

Both women had dozed off during the flight, the pancakes and alcohol lulling them to sleep with the hum of the engine making it nearly impossible to resist. They taxied through down the runway under the cover of the woods before entering a clearing. There was a massive hangar open before them, several different types of aircraft visible through the open garage door. This seemed to be the most corporate of the fleet, with the rest ranging from tactical to full blown heavy artillery.

Charlotte sat up in her seat, peering out the window. The nerves were hitting her for the first time. She saw a handful of uniformed men and women working in the hangar, performing maintenance on the aircrafts.

“Good morning sunshine,” Natasha smiled, still tucked under a blanket.

“Morning.”

“Welcome home.”

When the ramp opened, an eager uniformed man scampered into the cabin. “Agent Romanoff.” He saluted, waiting for her to nod before he continued. “How was the flight? Can I take your bags?”

“Don’t know, I slept through most of it.” She gestured to the duffel bag and small suitcase Charlotte had retrieved from the hotel before they left. “You can help Ms. Rossi with her bags.”

Giving a tight-lipped smile, Charlotte followed Natasha down the steps. Unabashedly holding her heels by the straps, Nat strode across the concrete floor to a set of sleek looking doors. Doing her best to ignore the questioning glances, Charlotte kept her eyes straight ahead and followed the one person she knew into unfamiliar territory.

The doors led to a hallway with elevators to their right. The noise coming from the end let her know the hallway opened up to a larger room, one that sounded like it was already bustling with activity. To her relief, Natasha hit a button on the elevator instead of continuing towards the noise.

“I’ll show you to your room first. I figured you’d want to get settled in, get cleaned up.”

“Thanks,” Charlotte nodded. “I think I have glitter in more places than I even knew existed. And I smell like tequila.”

“There are worse things to smell like.” Natasha grinned as they stepped out into another lobby area. “This is the training side of the compound. The hangars, weapons manufacturing, shooting range, training facilities, it’s all over here. This is where the SHIELD agents work. It’s the more…populated side.” She gestured out the window at a dozen trainees jogging. “They don’t live here. The only ones that do are the ones on the team.”

“You mean The Avengers?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

“You could say that,” She gave a wry smile. “I prefer to say roommates.”

They stepped out into the fresh air and Nat pointed out a black ATV. The breeze felt nice on her cheeks as they drove down a paved path across the grounds. The entire thing seemed to be completely secluded, as if it were dropped in the middle of the woods. Charlotte couldn’t even see the entrance to the place. They passed a few smaller buildings, which Natasha dubbed storage and “room to grow”; as well as a beautiful lake off to the left. Marveling at the fog spread across the water, she didn’t realize they’d made it to their destination.

The building in front of them had a similar exterior to the last one they’d come from. It was gray, very modern looking, though smaller than the training side. This one seemed to be only three or four stories tall, but it extended out over the water with balconies jutting from the higher levels.

“This is the residential building. Most of us stay here full time, but some of us have rooms at the Tower in New York City, too. You can come next time I go up there, if you want. It’s more peaceful here, though. Personal preference, I guess.” She opened the door for Charlotte to walk through. “First floor is a private training facility, second is storage and a theater room, third and fourth floors are rooms, and the fifth floor is a common area, kitchen, and a meeting room.”

They stepped into another elevator where Natasha punched the button for the fourth floor. “I put you on my floor. Just so you’d have a friendly face.” She paused. “Although, sometimes the team can be a little too friendly in their own right. I don’t see an issue with them warming up to you.”

The doors slid open and they entered a small common area with doors on every side. Natasha led her to a door on the far wall and gestured for her to enter. “We can set up your keypad in a minute, everything here is print based. Some people had trouble keeping track of their keys.” She rolled her eyes, but Charlotte was too enamored with the room to notice.

It was plain, just the bare bones of a room, but it was perfect. A big, king-sized bed bathed in sunlight from the window behind it. Large closet and an even bigger bathroom. She dropped her duffel bag on the floor and looked around.

“You’re welcome to decorate or do whatever you want, it’s all yours.” Natasha smiled as she watched her take everything in. “Here, let’s set up your keypad so I can give you some space. I’ll leave my number, just let me know when you get bored or hungry or feel like socializing.”

She closed the door behind her, leaving Charlotte to settle in.

I think this will do. She thought as she sank into the plush bedding.

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“I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.” Bucky grunted as he slammed his fist into the punching bag.

“I did tell you,” Steve protested before being interrupted.

“No, you told me we found someone with potential HYDRA affiliation. You said the team was working on tracking her down and making contact.” Bucky stopped hitting the bag to snarl his words out. “What you didn’t say was ‘Hey buddy, there’s a chance we found someone kept in the same hellish lab as you and we’re trying to get her to come shack up with us. Oh, and she may or may not have been bred to kill you.’”

Sighing, Steve sat on the bench next to the sparring ring. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I just didn’t know how to say it.”

“You mean you didn’t know how I’d take it.” Fists slammed into the bag.

“Well,” He raised an eyebrow. “Is that such a stretch?”

“I think I’m handling it pretty well.” Bucky gave a forced smile as he stepped away from the punching bag, beginning to unwrap his right hand.

“It was my idea to keep the details under wraps,” Nat’s voice echoed from across the training room as she walked toward them, wet hair darkening the collar of her sweatshirt. “I didn’t mean for it to seem like we were keeping things from you. There’s just so much we don’t know.”

Bucky frowned. “Seems like there’s quite a bit you do know.”

“I’ll tell you anything you want.” She smiled, always able to walk the line between cold sarcasm and genuine warmth.

Natasha took a seat on the bench next to Steve, both of them watching Bucky as he threw the sweaty tape away. He stayed quiet for a moment, thinking.

“What’s her name?”

“Charlotte. Charlotte Rossi.”

“Where’d you find her?”

“Most recently, the high stakes room at the Wynn.” Nat smirked. “Prior to that, I saw some patterns that caught my interest and dug a little further.”

“I read the file.” Bucky’s face was stoic.

“Do you have any memory of her? Any recollection?”

His brows knit together, thinking. “No. I don’t remember much from that…from those years. Fragments, maybe. If I saw her face it might, I don’t know, might bring something back.”

Steve watched his friend carefully, looking for any sign of distress. Bucky seemed calm, controlled, albeit a little strained.

“Where is she?”

“Upstairs.”

Bucky nodded slowly. “She’s here…for good?”

“To be determined. My offer wasn’t exactly for a week’s vacation.” Natasha stood, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t up front with you on this. I promise not to go around you again.”

“I get it.” He looked at Steve. “I know I don’t have the best track record for handling questionable information.”

Grinning, Steve stood to join them. “What? You think throwing Sam out of a moving Quinjet because he told you he’d be leading point on the mission was an overreaction?”

Bucky ran his tongue over his teeth, suppressing a smile.

“No, totally reasonable.” Nat elbowed him. “Just like when he ripped the arm off of Tony’s last suit because he said Bucky’s arm was a ‘war relic’,”

“Alright, point made,” Bucky groaned, shrugging her hand off and walking towards the door.

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Charlotte: is it too late for breakfast?

Natasha: I know I said there are no stupid questions…..but ;)

Charlotte: music to my ears

Natasha: meet me outside the first floor elevators in 5.

Charlotte slipped her phone back in her pocket, grinning. Thank God superheroes have a sense of humor. Well, at least one does. She made a mental note to ask if FedEx delivered to the compound, as she was in dire need of an online shopping spree. The majority of her clothes were tailored to Vegas, where she’d taken up residence the past few weeks. With the way she drifted from place to place, it wasn’t uncommon for her to leave an entire wardrobe’s worth of clothes in a hotel closet when she left town. For this trip in particular, she’d brought a few of her absolute favorite dresses, three sets of heels, and two designer bags she’d treated herself to after a particularly lucrative poker win.

Unfortunately, not much of her attire lent itself to casual daytime wear. She had a pair of jeans and trusty white sneakers, and luckily a plain white tank top shoved deep into her suitcase. Unless there was some kind of Avengers’ gift shop on the premises, she’d be repeating this look pretty much daily.

She made her way to the elevator and when the doors slid open on the first floor, Natasha stood waiting for her. A tall, clean cut blonde man stood next to her, who Charlotte recognized instantly.

“Hi…” She stepped out cautiously as the duo grinned.

“Charlotte, you remember Steve.” Nat seemed to be the most amused of all three of them. The man nodded, holding his hand out for her to shake.

“We were never officially acquainted.” His handshake was firm but his eyes were kind. “Steve Rogers.”

“Sorry about that,” She pursed her lips. “I thought you were coming after me for my lack of patriotism.”

Steve chuckled. “From what I’ve heard, you tried to represent our country too. Maybe we’re not so different.” The sharp look Natasha shot him as he referenced her Team USA mishap didn’t go unnoticed. Charlotte didn’t seem to take offense, simply raising an eyebrow as she carefully considered her response.

“I think I can stick a landing a little better than you.” Her face was blank, but her eyes crinkled at the corners ever so slightly, an almost-smile.

“I don’t doubt it.” Steve smiled. “Welcome to the compound.”

“Thanks.” Charlotte kept her eyes on him as he led the trio through the doors.

Natasha fell into step beside her, showing her unspoken camaraderie. Years of undercover work had honed her ability to read body language and pick up on cues undetectable to anyone else. As she watched Charlotte over the past twenty-four hours, she noticed several things. She was calculated, but not cold. Her humor was dry and she kept a poker face throughout most of her interactions, hints of a smile showing through as she warmed up to someone. She was quick-witted, but seemed to think through her replies thoroughly as she decided if someone was trustworthy or not. A familiar tactic for someone who wasn’t sure who they could rely on. Her persona was confident, relaxed, assured. Her body told another story.

When she stood, her posture was erect. Her weight was slightly shifted forward on her toes, like someone prepared to cut and run at any moment. She could stand still, facing the person in front of her, but her eyes would flick around to every detail happening around her. She presented herself like a predator, but her behavior was that of prey.

It made sense. She was taken, put through horrors beyond comprehension at the hands of HYDRA. Prey. She was altered, trained, brainwashed to be an elite fighter, an assassin. Predator. But now? She was somewhere in between. Not quite a predator, not quite prey.

As Natasha strode down the path towards the main building, she couldn’t help but feel like even Charlotte didn’t know which category she fell into.

“This is the cafe,” Steve gestured when they walked into the largest building. Charlotte recognized it as another entrance to the same place they’d left earlier that morning. This was where all the noise was coming from. It was a large room, flooded with natural light from the floor-to-ceiling windows. There were two dozen circular tables in the middle of the room, most of them empty. A few had small clusters of people in navy blue windbreakers or jackets, all emblazoned with the trademark “A” of the Avengers. There was a kitchen area to the right, a long countertop spanning part of the wall. “They serve three meals here every day, it’s all up for grabs. This is where all the agents and recruits eat while they’re here. We have a kitchen back in our building, but unless one of us feels like cooking, there’s not much more than dry cereal there.”

They walked towards the kitchen, a few agents pausing as they walked through the room, looking at Charlotte over their clipboards and conversation. Natasha pulled open the door to a commercial sized refrigerator, revealing a massive selection of food. Everything from fresh fruit to Smucker’s PB&J sandwiches. Eyes wide, Charlotte glanced at Natasha.

“Have at it,” She nodded, grabbing an apple and biting in.

When they’d sufficiently raided the kitchen, Steve led them out another set of doors to a patio area. To the right, they could see the edge of the lake peeking around the treeline. To the left, there was an open field, the targets on the far end indicating a shooting range. Charlotte lowered her arms and let the barrage of snacks tumble onto the table.

“I didn’t think superheroes ate junk food,” She raised an eyebrow, pulling open a bag of mini-donuts.

“Superheroes don’t, Avengers do.” Nat winked and stole one from the packaging. “Plus, not all of the agents here are combat focused. There are plenty who work in the control room or in tech and engineering and don’t have to give a shit about being mobile.”

“Well here’s to not being mobile.” She held her chocolate milk in the air and the three of them toasted, just in time for a dozen agents to jog by on the path out in front of them.

Bucky stood on the path around the lake, hidden under the cover of long morning shadows. He watched as Steve raised his plastic chocolate milk into the air, appearing to cheers with the two women at the table. One was Natasha, the other he assumed was the new girl. Charlotte.

She was around Natasha’s size, a little more overtly muscular. He could see her toned arms clearly thanks to the tank top she was wearing. They seemed relaxed, talking and laughing. He took a deep breath and looked down at his phone.

Five Minutes Ago

Steve: Come meet us on the patio by the range. You can meet Charlotte. We’re showing her around.

Sighing, Bucky shot back a reply before shoving his phone into his pocket.

Bucky: Sorry - told Sam I’d help him with something. Next time.

He turned and resumed his run around the lake, going the opposite direction of the compound. Steve glanced up from his phone, brow furrowed, just in time to see black hair disappearing around the treeline.

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arrieebooks · 2 years

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Precious weapon (1)

Lloyd Hansen x f!OC x Sierra Six

Summary : The CIA assigns their two most valuable assets to safely retrieve a living weapon in a third world country. They thought it would just be another easy and quick mission but they had no idea what they'd be walking into.

In order for this story to work, the Gray man plot never happened. So it's just Sierra six and Lloyd Hansen before all of it, working for the CIA and it's their first time meeting in person.

And Lloyd is still Lloyd, but the only difference is he's working for the CIA and not the private sector.

Character has a name but she's only called with a nickname here because her identity has been a secret her whole life.

Warnings : Mentions of murder and drug abuse but not detailed. Age gap but not really a big deal. A lot of of alcohol. Bathroom fingering. Public fingering. Voyeurism. Character can't get drunk so she's not being taken advantage of.

Word count : 10.8k words.

They're in Berlin. One of the CIA stations. In a small, discreet, meeting room listening to Denny Carmichael ramble about their mission.

Lloyd is bored. Six is paying attention.

It'll be their first time working together and they don't exactly get along.

"So, any questions before you get on the plane?" Denny asks.

But they're the most valuable assets to the CIA and this mission requires both of them. They're the best of the best, as well.

Lloyd glances at him from his laptop. "Uh, yes. Where are we going again?"

He huffs. "Have you not been paying attention to anything I've just said earlier? You gotta take this mission seriously, Lloyd. We have no idea what we're facing here. A threat or maybe a weapon that we can use. You both need to identify that and bring this person back to the states."

Six raises his hand to ask. "Do you even have their file? Because it seems like you don't even know who we're dealing with."

Denny nods. "You're right, we don't. That's for you two to find out once you're there. I'll be sending an IT team with you to track the person. We only know their last known location where they destroyed a whole building last week. Without any trace of a bomb. This person had some sort of abilities."

Lloyd frowns, growing curious. "What? How is that even possible? So does this mean we're handling a fucking terrorist?"

"Maybe, or maybe not. Like I said before, it's for you two to find out once you're in the country." Denny repeats.

"Which country are we going again? You haven't answered that earlier." Lloyd asks again.

"Jakarta, Indonesia. Better get ready for your flight now. It's going to be a really long one." He announces, leaving the meeting room.

Lloyd rolls his eyes at that. He doesn't like visiting third world countries, especially for a mission. He just hopes this is going to be an easy in and out mission, like always.

Six simply nods, remembering everything Denny had just said earlier. And he'll do his damn job without a single complaint.

It's going to be a simple mission. At least, that's what they think.

***

"You got a full bar on this thing?" Lloyd asks the flight attendant while walking up the jet with Six, an IT team and a bunch of field agents behind him that Lloyd insisted on bringing just in case something happened there, he needs back up.

"Yes, sir." The flight attendant replies.

He needs a drink or two if he's going to have to endure a fifteen hour plane ride with Six beside him the whole time. Six never really talks, unless spoken to but Lloyd just doesn't like the guy.

Six's better than Lloyd and he knows it. That's what annoys him. He's got street cred, does his job without complaining and gets it done, quick. He could focus on the task at hand even under pressure or with a distraction. And he's unbothered all the time, no matter the circumstances.

But if he was being honest with himself, he does need Six for this mission if it were to go sideways. Six is back up enough, more than the half a dozen, best of the best field agents that he brought with him because he really is that good.

Lloyd just doesn't want to admit that.

***

Either the plane is going awfully slower than usual or Lloyd just can't wait to get off this plane any sooner — he just can't bear it anymore. And it's only been four hours.

His neck hurts. He can't sleep comfortably in a damn chair. And especially with everyone behind him talking and talking about the mission, non-stop. He can't get some peace here.

Six is sitting beside him, and the fucker is sleeping like a baby. So peaceful. He's the only man asleep in this plane. And his sleeping position is quite uncomfortable with his head resting on the window and his arms crossed against his chest. But he's used to it already.

He can sleep anywhere and anytime. He was trained like that.

But Lloyd can't. He needs a huge comfy bed to sleep in. And unfortunately for him, the room here is occupied for the IT team and it's not like he can sleep with a lot of people here. He likes his privacy and peace.

"Lloyd," Six calls him and he snaps his head towards him.

He frowns. "Weren't you just asleep?"

Six nods. "Yeah. It was a short nap. I'm awake now. I need to ask you a question." He says.

"What's the question?" Lloyd asks, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"I was just wondering why you guys needed me. It's a retrieval mission, I don't usually do those. I only kill people, not bring them safely." Six asks.

"Actually, it's not just a retrieval mission. We also need to find the son of a bitch first, which is the hard part and then, get them." Lloyd says, "And you're back up."

Six frowns, his eyes wandering to the field agents behind them and he looks back at Lloyd. "Back up? Why do you need me for back up when you have the best of the best CIA field agents with you?" He asks.

Lloyd groans. "Look, I don't know the exact reason why they wanted you in particular but I'm guessing it has something to do with your experience. But if I was being honest, I don't want to work with you either." he admits.

"I didn't say that. I'm just not used to working with people or having partners. I'm used to working alone, all these years." Six tells him, bluntly.

He rolls his eyes. "Me neither. But this will be a very short mission, probably will only last for a few days. And then after that, we won't have to see each other again." Lloyd gives him a mocking smile.

Six nods. "Yeah, sure. Missions don't always go as planned, you know." He reminds him.

And, he's right.

Lloyd scoffs. "Shut up and go back to sleep." He grumbles.

***

They're here. In Jakarta.

Not even an hour that they've been here and Lloyd's already complaining and grumbling about how horrible the traffic is that it's getting them stuck in this car now.

It's only 7pm and Lloyd just needs to bury himself in a nice, expensive bed in a five-star hotel as usual. He didn't get any sleep throughout the fifteen hour plane ride. He couldn't sleep in an uncomfortable chair.

Six is in the same car with him, completely unbothered that they're stuck in a traffic. He's just staring at the night view of the city, observing the different buildings and the cars around him. The moonlight illuminates his dark blonde hair and his blue eyes. He took off his jacket suit earlier so he's only wearing a thick, black shirt — it's still hot in this country even at night.

He's never been to this country before which gets him a little bit excited just like every time he's visiting a new country. He won't ever admit that but he does enjoy going to different countries around the world, exploring their food, their culture all while doing his job which is to kill a target in that said country. He knows he can only enjoy those things for a little while but at least he can still enjoy it.

He knows nothing lasts long for him — he can only enjoy things for a short period of time and he's accepted that.

"Do these assholes even know how to drive here?" Lloyd grumbles. Again. For the hundredth time now.

Six sighs, looking over to him. "There's just too many people in this city. I looked it up. Ten million people here. That's the whole population of Belgium." he tells him.

Lloyd rolls his eyes. "I didn't fucking ask. I just need to get out of here as soon as possible but it seems almost impossible to get out of this shit hole of a traffic. We're practically stuck. Maybe, we could tell the local traffic police over there that we're CIA and then they'll finally let us through."

He shakes his head. "No. Lloyd, we can't do that. If you do that, then the local police will alert the government that we're here and what we're doing here isn't exactly a mission we can tell them. It's a classified mission." Six reminds him.

Lloyd sighs. "Yeah, yeah. It's a shadowy mission, whatever. How the fuck are we going to get out of this traffic, then?"

Six thinks for a moment, remembering all those times he was in countries like this before with even worse traffic and an idea pops up in his head. "Tell the driver to look for a nearby shortcut. It should be in small alleys but the car could still fit." he says.

Lloyd looks at Six, not as surprised. Because he was right. Six did have a lot of experiences with countries like this and he's starting to be useful. "Okay. Um, thanks." he says before telling the driver exactly what Six had said.

And, he was right.

They got out of the traffic sooner than later.

***

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Lloyd yells at his phone, Denny being on the other line as Six shakes his head quietly.

He's pissed. Very fucking pissed.

He thought he was getting a five-star hotel just as usual, but Denny insisted for them to stay close to the last known location of the target and he got them a shitty fucking apartment that's three-stars — it's the best here. Because apparently, there are no five-star hotels in this part of the city.

And, he couldn't even get a four-star hotel here. He needs to stay in the apartment where the team is with him so if there's any new information or something happened, they could act quickly.

Six doesn't really give a shit where they're placing him, as long as it's safe and there's a bed for him to sleep in. He's slept in worse places.

"There aren't even any CIA safe houses here? Are you sure?" Lloyd asks again.

There isn't. The CIA doesn't have a station here which means they don't have jurisdictions over a safehouse that belongs to them. They could buy a house but it won't exactly be a safehouse, just a house.

Lloyd needs to rectify this. He can't buy a house but he can buy something better than that; a penthouse. Plus, with that, the team can be closer to him.

"Fine. We'll stay here for the night but tomorrow, we'll be moving into a penthouse nearby." Lloyd sternly says over the phone and Denny agrees as always before he hangs up the phone.

He huffs, shoving his phone onto his pocket and he looks at Six, who's already settled on the couch with his legs prop up on the coffee table. "This is a shitty city." Lloyd remarks.

Six looks up at him and scoffs. "You've never been to India. It's way worse." he says.

Lloyd sighs. "Yeah, okay. Well, I need a fucking drink. And something else. So, let's go to a club. I bet it's good as fuck here." he smirks, taking his phone out to search for clubs or bars here.

He frowns. "Can we even go?"

"Yeah, our work doesn't start until tomorrow. So, tonight, we can do whatever the fuck we want. You coming or not? If not, I can always go alone." He says.

Six chuckles and Lloyd looks at him, weirdly. He's never heard him chuckle before. "Why did you invite me in the first place, then?" he asks.

Lloyd smirks again. "Because two white guys attract more girls here."

He lifts his eyebrows. "Girls? No, I'm not doing that. Not tonight. Not here." Six clarifies.

Not that he doesn't need to get laid but he just got here. He hasn't even seen how the people are like here. He usually observes and analyzes first. Plus, he just wants to do his damn job in this country.

He doesn't have the desire to do that now.

Lloyd rolls his eyes, his eyes still focused on his phone. "Hah! I got it. It's a pretty famous club, it's close to the American embassy so it's safe as fuck for us and it's in the center of Jakarta. If you don't want to get fucked, then just go for the drinks and the food, jeez." he looks back at Six.

Six contemplates on his offer. He doesn't exactly have anywhere else to go right now and he is pretty hungry, he could go for some good food right now. So he finally says, "Alright. Let's go."

Lloyd smirks at that. Maybe Six isn't as boring as he thought he is.

***

The club that Lloyd chose is very fucking loud. Six grimaces at the loud music playing as they walk through the main bar.

Six is wearing a leather jacket. Lloyd is wearing his usual fancy, polo shirt that's plain black.

The local girls here are starting to stare at them while they sit on the bar stools and Lloyd knows it. But he hasn't seen anyone interesting yet.

Lloyd orders some shots and Six orders a fancy cocktail and a sandwich.

Six begins to observe his surroundings. There's a lot of other foreigners here which makes him think he's in the right place. Though, he only spots the guys. Not the girls. He doesn't see any foreigner girls, just the local ones.

And he immediately thinks he's in the wrong place — he might be in a fucking brothel disguised as a club. Shit.

"Hey, Lloyd!" Six yells through the loud music.

Lloyd looks at him while he takes a shot, casually. "What?" He asks.

"What kind of place is this?" Six asks.

He frowns. "What do you mean? It's a fucking bar or club or whatever. They have good drinks and good food." Lloyd defends.

"Really? Because it looks to me that it's a brothel for white guys." Six juts his chin, gesturing behind them where the local girls are flirting with some white dudes in their table.

Lloyd laughs at that. "I wouldn't have brought you to a fucking brothel! Oh, you saw the local girls here. Yeah, someone told me that it's just their thing here. They hunt white guys. There's a name for it, um, wait. Bule hunter? Yeah! That's it. That's what it's called."

Six chuckles, shaking his head as he takes a sip of his cocktail. "Oh. Okay. You into those kinds of girls, Hansen?" He teases.

Maybe it's the alcohol that's making them get along better or just easing up their tension. But, whatever it is, they're both enjoying the temporary loose feeling that doesn't require them to always stay alert and stiff.

"Nope. I'm going to look for someone that isn't like any of them. You'll see." Lloyd smirks, gulping another shot that stings a little in his throat.

***

Being haunted by guilt is fucking miserable.

Guilt should only be felt when someone bad does something wrong to the people who don't deserve it.

And not when they actually deserve it and not when the person who did it, never meant for it to happen.

It just did.

But, she guesses that it's because she isn't a bad person. Because if she was, she wouldn't have felt guilt in the first place.

Now, all she wants to do is get rid of that feeling — that's haunting her every single waking second and even when she's asleep, giving her horrifying nightmares.

It's been over a week since it happened and she feels pathetic.

She has tried a lot of things to numb the guilt. Pain killers, anti-depressants, she even tried making a serum just for herself but it still didn't work.

So, she retreated to the next best idea to numb things — alcohol and clubs.

Clubs aren't really her scene. She prefers drinking a beer or two at home or at a chill bar nearby where she doesn't need to dress up.

So this is her very first time in an actual club.

But she wanted to get out of her comfort zone, just for once. She needed to let loose.

Even if it's just for a night. Just one single, harmless night.

"I need to see your ID please." The doorman asks her, in front of the club and she was a bit stunned since no one ever asked for her ID back at home.

But she forgot that this isn't the chill bars she's used to go back at home.

She nods, showing her ID to him before he lets her in shortly.

Her ears buzzed painfully as the loud music settles in. Shit. She forgot her condition, but maybe alcohol will help with that.

She quickly rushes over to what she thought was the entrance bar that was chill and not that loud but she was wrong.

She stumbled into the main bar, where she can already feel some guy's eyes staring at her and maybe it's got something to do with how young she looks.

She looks younger than her actual age but it's only because of her condition. She never asked for it. Plus, she's also wearing a rather short dress but a polite one. It's a dark blue, floral dress, a huge ribbon on her cleavage but still manages to show her skin.

And that, she looks rather different from the other girls here. She's not exactly a local but also not a foreigner. She's in between, she's mixed.

She knows she has to turn around now, go to the entrance bar instead. But she reminded herself why she wanted to go here in the first place — get out of her comfort zone.

So, she calmly walks to the bar, not giving a shit on how the local girls are eyeing her like she doesn't belong here and how the foreign guys are looking at her body up and down, inappropriately.

For once in her life, she can actually care less on what people think of her.

She wasn't watching where she's going while she walks to the bar stool absentmindedly and suddenly, a hard, tall body bumps into hers and a pair of strong arms catches her waist, steadying her from falling.

Shit.

Slowly, she looks up at the man through her lashes with her wide, innocent eyes and she's flustered as she meets his green eyes, staring down at her. She's frozen in her tracks. She could so easily blow this man's head off with her mind for touching her inappropriately, if she wanted to but somehow — she doesn't. Not this time.

Lloyd cocks his head to the side, furrowing his brows as his eyes examine her from head to toe, curiously. She looks different. She's wearing a cute little innocent dress that he has never seen a girl wear in a club. He can tell that this is her first time in clubs like this. Her hair's a mix of black and brown, and she's got natural curls. She doesn't look like a local girl or a foreigner — a little bit of mix. She is so fucking gorgeous, too. And he can see the blush on her cute cheeks. He thinks she's cute, too.

She stares at him too, examining his face. He has a 70s porn star stache or a trash stache that she's so into. His hair is slicked back, chocolate brown. His green eyes are fucking glowing in the darkness. The corner of his mouth twitches. She can feel his eyes burn on hers. Fuck, he's hot.

She thought he's just another white guy here but he looks different. She notices something different about him but she can't quite put her finger on what it is. She feels like he's different. She's seen a bunch of other white guys before, right in this city but he's different. He might be the most attractive and sexiest one she's ever met, though. But he looks older than she prefers.

No. He looks different in a way that he's new to this country. And she knows better to think that a foreigner would ever go to Jakarta for vacation — they're all here for work. And he doesn't look like the type to work a 9-5 job here.

Either he's a secret spy or just a normal rich guy doing business here.

Six glances at Lloyd, noticing he's been holding a woman he can't quite see for a few minutes now. He frowns at that. He's not about to let Lloyd harass a woman here. He's so against that.

He gets off the bar stool, approaching Lloyd as he taps his shoulder and she glances at him. "Hey, what are you doing—" Six cuts himself off as his eyes meet her beautiful, brown ones.

Fuck.

He's frozen in his tracks, staring at her. The infamous Sierra Six is practically paralyzed, gazing at the beautiful woman in front of him, too mesmerized of the sight. He's never seen anyone like her. And he's travelled the whole fucking world. She's too fucking beautiful and her eyes—so innocent, looking up at him with her pink, plumb lips parting.

She's stunned to see the other guy, staring at her like she's the only woman in the world and she examines him. Huh. He looks different too. And he's hot as fuck. Blondes aren't usually her type but she could make an exception just this one time.

Finally, she clears her throat and glances at both of them. "Sorry. Um, I wasn't watching where I was going." Her voice comes out soft and almost, shy.

Lloyd smiles, his hands leaving her waist as he nods. "That's fine, sweetheart. I'm glad you did bump into me. Now, let me buy a drink. What would you like?" he asks, confidently.

Because no one ever tells Lloyd no.

She chuckles. Everything in her is saying that she should refuse his offer now. She knows that this is some kind of tactic of theirs to lure a girl home. She knows what to do to him — just reject him and leave and if he can't take no for an answer then she'll actually blow his head off. At least, that's what she's supposed to do.

But, then again, she came here to get out of her comfort zone and not get back in it.

So, she nods as she hops on the bar stool beside Lloyd. Six sits right beside her in which she doesn't mind because frankly, she likes both of them.

"I'll have a sex on the beach." She tells the bartender. She needs something refreshing.

Lloyd smirks, leaning his arms on the table as she looks at him. "I love those, too. Very exotic. Though, the sand getting in is a bit of a trouble sometimes." he whispers.

She laughs, getting his dirty joke. He isn't talking about a cocktail. "Wow. Okay. Too bad though, there aren't any beaches in this city for us to do so." she flirts back and his smirk grows bigger.

Yeah, two can play the game.

Six glances at her, contemplating whether he should greet her or not. He's not going to try to flirt with her, that's for sure. He's not used to doing the flirting thing. Girls just usually come to him. And he doesn't want to ruin the moment between her and Lloyd.

The bartender hands her the cocktail and she immediately sips on it, the alcohol hitting her throat just the way she wanted it to. And now, she can let loose.

Lloyd leans into her so he doesn't have to yell through the music, "What's your name?" he finally asks.

She smiles. "I just have a nickname, what everyone calls me. Because my real name's a bit complicated, I guess. So, just call me Elle."

He's even more interested in her now, he likes complicated women. Lloyd smiles again, for the second time tonight. "I'm Lloyd. Are you a local?" he asks.

Elle chuckles. "No, I'm not. I'm also not a foreigner if you were wondering. I'm mixed. Technically, I'm an American citizen and an Indonesian citizen as well. I've been living my whole life here. Only been to the states a few times, never lived there. Are you an American?" she asks back.

Lloyd nods. "Yes. I am. See, that's why you look different from all the other girls here."

She scoffs. "Tell me, does that line always work for you?" Elle jokes.

Six chuckles from behind them. "It always does with him." he retorts and she turns to him, much to his surprise.

She smiles at him. "Hey, are you his friend?"

"More of a work partner." Lloyd replies.

Elle stares at Six, "Oh. So you're here for work?" she asks.

Six nods. "Yeah, we are." he confirms.

"What's your name?" She asks him.

He chuckles. "Well, my name's also a nickname like yours. Call me Six."

She laughs. Six? Why does that sound like an agent name and not a nickname? She's starting to realize something now. They're here for work but not for a business. They're working for the CIA. Both of them. Fuck.

She can only guess why they're here, to find out who blew up that building nearby where she lived. Shit. Shit. Shit.

They can't know. If they knew, they'll kill her or worse.

And again, another red flag. An alarms goes off in her head, telling her to get the fuck out of there right now, run as fast as she can.

But she doesn't want to.

Despite of how sexy they're both are, she's staying because of something else. There's something else drawing her to them, like a fucking magnet. Like something that can't be denied — fate.

And somehow, she feels safe in a weird, twisted way. She feels like she could trust them despite of their jobs and the obvious.

Six's lips curve into a relaxed smile, because for once he can actually let loose and not be so alert all the time. He feels safe with her, too.

Lloyd feels something else, however. He wasn't actually expecting to get laid tonight in this club, he just went here for the drinks. To blow off some steam because he was pissed where he had to stay tonight.

He also didn't see anyone interesting to fuck earlier. Until her. And maybe he can't do that here, but he can at least get a taste from her or he's going to get real cranky for the whole night.

"Hey, is this seat taken, handsome?" A local woman's voice asks with an Indonesian English accent, pointing to the seat next to Lloyd's.

Lloyd doesn't even look at the woman behind him as he keeps his eyes on Elle instead. "No, it's not. Obviously." he replies.

Elle frowns, trying to figure out what he wants. She's right here and he wants another woman? Maybe one isn't enough for him? Maybe she should leave now?

"Six, let's go buy a table. Elle, you coming?" Lloyd casually asks as he hops off the bar stool, waiting for her response.

Oh.

Huh.

That's what he wants.

She nods, looking back at Six. "Your work partner is full of surprises. Are you like that too?" Elle asks with a smile.

Six chuckles as they both hop off the bar stool together. "Maybe," he whispers as his mouth twitches.

***

Lloyd bought a table that's a booth, fit for only the three of them. In the very corner.

Elle sits with Lloyd and Six is across from them. This booth is too small. It's dark here so no one can actually see them from the center.

They can do almost anything they want.

She ordered a few refreshing cocktails in which she drank way too quickly. Five cocktails in total and she's still sober as fuck.

She should've known that even alcohol couldn't help with her condition, it's too powerful. But at least, it's letting her loose a little bit. With Lloyd's and Six's help too.

They're fun.

Six wants to stay sober so he could still stay alert, just to be safe. Lloyd is almost drunk, just a little bit tipsy after a few shots.

"How are you still not drunk?" Lloyd asks, curiously.

Elle giggles, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." she jokes. Kind of.

He laughs. "That's usually my line, sweetheart."

She lifts her eyebrows. "Of course, it is. Because you're both CIA agents, right?" she says but immediately regretting it and hoping they would just take it as a joke.

Shit. You fucking idiot.

Lloyd doesn't even notice that she's being serious as he laughs again. "Yeah, sure!"

Six heard that despite of the live music band playing loud, in the background because the booth is really that small. He frowns, noticing her serious tone. "Elle?" he calls out.

She looks at him, "Yeah. I'm serious. Look, I know this isn't exactly an ideal place to talk about this seriously but I guess fate just brought us here together. So, I'm the weapon. Surprise." Elle breaks the new, sober.

Lloyd just got sobered up real quick as he widens his eyes. He never widens his eyes, ever. He grabs both of her shoulders harshly, turning her to him. "Don't joke about that, sweetheart. I like you enough to not do what I'm supposed to do, and I'm not really in the mood to kidnap you right now." he says at her face, almost as a threat.

She shakes her head. "I'm not fucking joking or lying. Not about this. I have abilities so that's how I knew you're CIA. I felt it." she tells him.

Six leans onto the table. "Lloyd, let her go. I fucking mean it. Or this bar will turn upside down real quick. We can talk about this nicely. Let. Her. Go." He says, sternly.

He rolls his eyes, letting her go as he looks at Six. "Who's to say she's not going to blow up this bar right now?" Lloyd retorts.

"Because I don't want to. That incident—it was a fucking mistake, okay? But they did deserve it. Anyway, you'll know why I did what I had to do, you'll find out sooner enough. You're CIA after all. But what I need to know is, why are you here, in Jakarta? I know you're not going to kill me, so what?" Elle asks.

Six sighs. "We're supposed to find you and then bring you back to the states, safely. That is, if you'd cooperate." he tells her.

Lloyd grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him. "And why did you come here?" he asks.

She looks at him straight in the eyes. "Same as everyone else. To drink, get fucking drunk until I could forget about everything that's going wrong in my life. I do feel guilty about what happened, you know? I'm not a monster. I'm just a girl who got caught up in the wrong place."

Lloyd lets her chin go as his face relaxes a little bit, leaning onto his chair. "Oh. Well, it is hard to believe that you did all that. Not because you're a woman—"

She cuts him off. "I know, I look very young. I get that a lot. It's my condition, comes with the super human abilities. I was a science experiment. And, I'm a witch from my mother's ancestors. That's it, you know everything about me now." Elle casually says.

Lloyd and Six widen their eyes, staring at each other in confusion. This wasn't what they expected their night would be like.

"Really?" Six is in disbelief.

"Woah, what? A science experiment, I can get behind but a witch? I thought those were just urban legends." Lloyd says.

Elle nods. "It is. I'm the only one in the world who's still alive. Well, at least the only powerful one. The others are just amateurs who focuses their weak energies on tarot cards and manifestations. Anyway here, I'll show you." she says before looking at her cocktail glass, focusing on it as it slowly raises to the air.

Telekinesis might be her favorite spell yet.

Lloyd audibly gasps and Six widens his eyes even bigger as she smirks at their reactions, while the glass lands on the table again. "See? Now, what's your plan with me?" she asks.

Six looks at her. "Well, it's kind of hard to decide that considering where we are right now. So, we'll just decide that tomorrow. We'll set up a time and place—"

Lloyd cuts him off. "No. You're coming home with us." He orders.

She turns to him. "Why does that sound like you want me to come home with you so you could fuck me and not to keep me safe because it's your mission to do so?" Elle assumes, almost teasingly.

He smirks, leaning on her face. "Maybe it's both." Lloyd says, "But you have no idea what kind of danger you're in, sweetheart. What kind of people you'd be facing. It is our mission to protect you. And, we do need you. You're our weapon. We won't let anything happen to what's ours."

She swallows, thickly. "I'll be fine. It's been a week and nothing has happened to me."

"Yet. You have any idea how many people in the black market that are after you, trying to sell you to the highest bidder? Trying to find you and then buy you? You're the first living weapon to ever exist and you're the perfect bomb for them to use." Lloyd replies, intimidatingly.

His voice sends a shiver up her spine. She knows he's not threatening her but it kinda sounds like he is. Like he's trying to scare her. Maybe he gets off on scared girls.

In reality, he just wants her to be scared for her own safety.

Elle frowns. "I'm not a fucking bomb. And I'm going home by myself, to my own house. Now I'm gonna go—to the bathroom. I've had too much cocktails." she declares, sliding out of the booth.

Lloyd and Six watches her slowly walk away from their table and to the bathrooms.

Six glares at him. "What the fuck was that? You were scaring her." he snaps.

Lloyd casually shakes his head. "No, I wasn't. I was telling her how much danger she's in. In fact, she should be scared if she wants to live. Fear is good." He defends.

He frowns. "You didn't have to fucking do that. Fuck this." Six slides off the booth and rushes away.

"Six, wait!" Lloyd yells but there's no use, he's already disappeared into the crowd and gone to the ladies bathroom.

Well, he's been to worse places before.

***

She lets the sink run, grabbing a handful of water and splashes it to her face — she needs to wake up from this nightmare. Right now.

She shouldn't have come here. It was a bad idea. A really bad one.

She knew the risks coming here, even calculated all the possible outcomes. But this, she never expected this.

"Fuck," she curses under her breath, turning off the sink as she looks around her, seeing the dark, dingy bathroom empty even the stalls too.

The door of the bathroom opens and she snaps her head towards it almost immediately — now she's really on alert after Lloyd's words.

Oh.

It's Six.

She frowns, "Six? What are you doing here? It's the ladies bathroom."

He closes the door behind him. "It's empty."

Elle scoffs. "I know, but what are you really doing here?" she asks.

Six stalks towards her and she turns to him so now their bodies are inches apart in this small bathroom. He looks down at her because of their height difference. He thinks her eyes are the most beautiful ones he's ever seen, he could get lost in it any day.

"I'm sorry, for Lloyd. He can be an asshole sometimes. And I have to work with him." Six whispers in her face.

She breaks into a chuckle. "Well then I'm sorry that you have endure that. This is your first time working with him?" Elle slowly asks.

He nods. "It is. But I heard stories of him before this. He's kind of a sociopath. But, I can't deny that he does his job well." Six admits. He'd never tell Lloyd this.

She scoffs. "He wants to fuck the weapon, me." she retorts. She's not wrong.

Six chuckles, his eyes staring up and down at her body in this tiny dress that is killing him, making her face grow hot at that. He looks even hotter close-up like this, she thinks. "Can't blame him." he whispers.

Her breath hitches, staring into his blue eyes. "But you're not." she whispers.

He cocks his head to the side. "Not what?"

She leans into his face. "Not an asshole."

"You wouldn't say that if you knew what I was thinking right now." Six whispers back.

She giggles, cupping his jaw. "I can know what you're thinking. I have the ability to read minds, too. And feel people's emotions."

He isn't even shocked by that anymore, he's more turned on. "Tell me what I'm thinking,"

She slowly nods, focusing on his mind and immediately widens her eyes as soon as she read his mind. "You want to make me come around your fingers, have a taste of me and then fuck me against the bathroom wall, right here, right now." Elle whispers, swallowing thickly.

Six smirks as he's getting harder by the second, "Fuck, you read my mind. Literally. So, you gonna let me do it?" he asks.

"We can't do that here." She softly says.

"Why not?"

"We'll get caught."

He chuckles. "I can be discreet when I want to. I was trained like that." Six tells her.

Normally, he would never in a million years spill his secret, about who he is — no matter how drunk or high he'd be — but she knows what she needs to know about him already so there's no use hiding it anymore.

And in a way, he likes that she knows about him already, so he can be himself.

This would be different from all his other hook-ups around the world because she's the first to ever actually know him, who he really is. And not just his identity but also what's on his mind — he's always been so closed off, never letting anyone break past his protective shield. It's not like he had a choice.

"What about Lloyd?" She asks, breath hitching and wetness already starting to pool around her panties.

Six frowns. "What about him? You want him, too? Or just him?" he asks, softly.

She nods. "I want both of you."

Fuck. He just got harder by her words. If that's even possible. He didn't think that the idea of sharing her would turn him on. Especially with Lloyd, out of all people.

He lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "Well, you can't have both of us tonight. At least, not at the same time." Six whispers.

Elle smiles, harshly tugging him by his shirt. "Well then, I guess I'll have you first." she murmurs before pulling him toward her, closing their gap and she kissed him.

He cupped her cheeks and kissed her back slow and gentle. Her lips are so fucking soft and perfect against his and he was losing control — he wanted to rip her tiny little dress off and savored every inch of her body, fucked her all night long in this gross, dingy bar regardless of the fucking mission.

He's never been like this before. He's always so controlled and emotionally repressed and compartmentalizing everything he's feeling or thinking. But now, with her, he can't even think clearly. It's like she put him under her spell — which she didn't.

She let out a soft moan, "I heard that. What you were thinking." she whispered against his mouth.

Of course she did.

Six moved his hand to her waist, pressing her to him as he bit her bottom lip and she moaned again. "That was an intrusive thought but if you keep making those sounds, it won't be anymore." he says.

"I wouldn't mind if you fucked me all night long, anyway. I have enhanced strength, technically. Could go for hours without even breaking a sweat." she smirked against his mouth and he let out a strained groan as she pressed her thigh against his bulge.

"Everything you keep saying just turns me on even more." He drawls before pulling her towards the nearest stall as he kicks the door open and shoves them inside, locking the door with his hand behind his back in a spilt second all while still having her lips on his.

Elle breaks the kiss, throwing her head back on the wall as she took her time to look at him. He looks calm, his eyes are naked lust and he doesn't recall when's the last time he's ever wanted anyone this bad that he completely forgot about everything, including the important mission.

He stares back at her beautiful, brown eyes. "How old are you?" he asks.

She lets out a giggle. "Wow. Seriously? It doesn't matter because I don't look my age and I won't ever. I age slow, basically. But, if you really want to know, I'm 29."

Six lifts his eyebrows. "Oh. Okay. Just wanted to make sure before I..." he trails off.

She smirks. "Before you fuck me against this wall? Sure. Looking forward to it, right about now, you know." she teases before brushing her lips against his again.

But this time, he can't be gentle and slow anymore. He pulls her lips closer to his until she opens her mouth for him and it fits perfectly against his and he deepens that kiss. Then he practically devours each and every inch of her lips, leaving no space to breathe as they're melted into each other. He doesn't even know why he's so consumed by her but he's enjoying the feeling regardless.

She grabs his hand and guides it under her dress, quietly telling him it's okay to touch her now since she can't even talk anymore because he's literally sucking her oxygen from her lungs. "Touch me, however you want," she manages to breathe out before pulling her lips one inch away from his.

Six doesn't waste his time as he does what he's told like he's used to, but at least now it's not an order but a request, a desperate plea. He slides his hand beneath her panties as he runs his thick finger through her soft and wet slick and he groaned loudly, didn't even give a shit if someone heard it outside.

"Shit, you're so wet. How? I haven't even touched you properly yet. Is it because of him or me?" He drawls in a soft, sexy tone.

She lets out another soft moan. "Both." she pants and without warning, he slides two of his fingers inside her core making her moan even louder as he quickly covers her mouth with his hand.

"I need to you to be as quiet as you can, okay? This is how we'll be discreet. No sounds." Six orders in another soft tone.

Elle quietly nods and he curls his fingers inside her in a certain spot as she lets out a strained moan against his hand. As much as he'd loved to hear her moans in his ears, he's still aware about his surroundings and needs to be alert.

Her cunt clenched around his fingers and he could feel her getting wetter and wetter each second. His calloused fingers began thrusting and curling inside her as he leans his face on her cheek, burying his nose against her skin, inhaling her sweet scent. She smells like peach and sandalwood — a combination of her favorite body mist.

As she moans helplessly around his hand, her fingers finds his hair and she pulls on it, as hard as possible with all of her enhanced strength. He softly hisses at the pain but he's loving it too. He didn't even know that he had a pain kink.

He wished he could stay like this forever, being carefree and forgetting about the mission he has to do even if it's just for a while. Sometimes, he gets tired of having to these missions all the time and never getting an ounce of rest or even, fun.

"You're soaking me, Elle. Let go. Lloyd's probably getting impatient already." he whispers in her ear as she nods frantically before he gives her a few thrusts. "Come around my fingers just like how you said it from my mind earlier."

She did. She came around his fingers as he removes it from her and his hand on her mouth as well, he lifts his head to look at her. "Good girl." Six murmurs, tucking her hair under her ear.

She breaks into a chuckle. "You're not very good with dirty talk, are you? Not that, it didn't turn me on but it just, needs a little bit of work. Sorry." Elle admits as she smiles.

He chuckles back. "No, not that good. I, uh, don't usually do that. My work requires me to be all around the world and I never had the time to even get to know someone to fuck them. I just fuck them, unpaid or paid."

"So, what changed with me? Am I different from all the other woman you've been with across the world?" She asks.

Six smiles at her. "You are. And I'm hoping that we'll have enough time to actually get to know each other? You seem like someone worth knowing." he says, genuinely.

She giggles and nods. "Yeah, of course. I want to know you too, you know. Probably know your real name, someday?"

He laughs, shaking his head. "Never. I'm a gray man, I exist in the gray. No one's supposed to know my real identity or that would defeat the whole purpose." Six tells her in a serious tone.

Elle nods, turning serious. "Okay, well. Now what? I know you don't want to fuck me anymore. I can feel it." she pouts.

Six cups her cheeks and she looks him in the eyes. "That's not true. I do want to fuck you but just not here. I want to do it right with you and not in some gross bathroom bar."

"When?" she asks, tone weak and soft.

"Anytime you want." He says, planting a soft kiss on her lips before drawing back from her.

She nods, grabbing his hand as they exit the bathroom stall to go back to Lloyd.

***

Lloyd is fucking annoyed.

He's left alone by Six and Elle and he's guessing that they're probably talking shit about him right now because it's been more than ten fucking minutes that they've been in that bathroom.

A few local girls approached him earlier and tried flirting with him, with the worst English he's ever heard in his life and they're not even attractive to him so he had to tell them to leave with the most cruel words he could think of.

He doesn't want them. He wants her.

"Hey!" Elle yells through the loud music, appearing from the crowd as she's walking towards the booth with Six beside her and they're holding hands.

Lloyd's face softens at the sight of her. Finally. About fucking time she showed up.

She slides inside the booth beside him and Six resumes his previous seat. Lloyd turns to her, "Where the fuck have you been?"

"Bathroom." Elle replies, innocently with a smirk.

He rolls his eyes. "I know that, but what the fuck were you doing in there? You took ages." Lloyd remarks.

She leans into him, her smirk stretches into a smile, "We kissed. And then, he fingered me." she blurts out.

Lloyd lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "What the fuck?" he turns to Six, "Hey, I saw her first, you fucker. I'm supposed to be the one who—" he rambles but gets cut off as she grabs his face and connects her lips to his, shutting him up as Six smirks at her action and he immediately responds to the kiss, deepening it, his hand pressed behind her head to urge her closer and closer.

That's probably the only way to get Lloyd to ever shut his mouth. But only the right person could do so. If this was any other woman, he would've pushed her off immediately just for interrupting him.

He pulls her even closer by her waist, both of his hands wandering her back, his fingers could feel her skin through the thin fabric of her dress as he runs his tongue across her bottom lip and bites it, kissing her even rougher making her moan softly at that.

"Do you want a taste?" she asks against his mouth.

Lloyd pulls away from the kiss to look at her. "Still didn't like the fact that Six had you first. I saw you first, sweetheart."

"I choose you both, not either of you. So, stop grumbling about who was supposed to have me first. I'm not a trophy, Lloyd." Elle says.

He smirks. "No. You're something so much more precious than a trophy." Lloyd murmurs, his fingers brushing her soft hair as he cups her face.

Six chuckles. "He's right. You are." he adds.

Elle smiles. "So, I'm special, huh?"

Lloyd smirks. "More than anything. And I'm not just saying that because I got a hard on for you, twice tonight. Now it's the third time. But you really are. You have potential."

She giggles. "At what? Killing people?"

His eyebrows pull together. "Bad people, sweetheart. I'm sure whoever you killed did deserve it."

She frowns. "They did. But it doesn't mean they deserved to die. I don't get to decide who lives or die, Lloyd."

"Sure you do. We do. Right, Six? He's the CIA's assassin, you know. The best. He's killed countless people all over the world. They were all bad people." He says, glancing over at Six for a while as he nods at her.

Elle's eyes bore into his. "Then what makes us different from all of them if we just keep on killing and killing?" she asks.

Lloyd tucks her hair under her ear as he sighs. "Honestly? I don't fucking know. All I know is we work for the CIA and the government so, at least we're always on the right track of the law. No matter how many people we kill. Because we do it all for them. We're all just pawns in a game, sweetheart." he says.

She carefully nods. "But, you still do it?"

He chuckles. "It pays well. Besides, I can do whatever the fuck I want, whenever I want. They can never say no to me because I'm their valuable asset. I'm good at my fucking job no matter how much I hate it."

Six slides out of his seat and walks over to them, as she scoots over for him while he sits right beside her. So now she's sandwiched between the two guys. The booth is incredibly small but they still fit in there, somehow.

He leans into her and she turns to him. "I'm different from Lloyd. I didn't exactly have a choice with the agency. It was either prison for life or being their assassin. But, you still have a choice, Elle. You sure you still want this? There's no going back after this." Six cautiously warns her.

Elle quickly nods. "To be honest, I'm only doing this because I know that the CIA will recruit me as their asset just like you guys and then after that, at least I'll be useful. I can use my abilities for something good. I couldn't exactly be a vigilante here, I'd most likely end up in jail and I'd die before having to be in an Indonesian jail. It's disgusting." She giggles softly.

Lloyd chuckles and Six smiles at her as her lips curve into a wide smile at the sight of both of them like this with her. It's messy, chaotic but there's beauty in it — comfort, too.

"At least you're doing this for a good cause. But we're not." Lloyd says in a intimidating way as she turns to him.

Elle nods, wrapping her hand around the side of his neck. "I know that you kill and torture people for a living, Lloyd. It doesn't faze me or scare me. And I know that I'm going to be in that world sooner or later. I just hope that I wouldn't be alone to face all that."

He frowned. "You would be. We all are, sweetheart. We're all alone in this." Lloyd softly murmurs.

Six leans closer to her and tucks her hair under her ear as his rough fingers caress her soft cheek. "At least not for tonight." he says.

She softly chuckles, her eyes darting to his. "Then we should probably savor this night while it's still young." Elle says before brushing her lips against Six's, kissing him harder than ever that their teeth click as she bites his bottom lip, hard, making it bleed.

She's in a rough mood. Sometimes she just likes it rough.

Six cups her cheeks, again. "Fuck, I think I might have a pain kink." he murmurs against her lips but Lloyd heard that as he chuckles out loud.

"Didn't even know you were capable of having kinks, Six." Lloyd jokes as he grabs her chin and breaks their kiss.

Elle whines before he connects his lips to hers, his palm glued to her cheek as his other hand travels down to her inner thigh, sliding under her dress. "A taste, Elle?" he asks against her lips and she nods frantically.

Lloyd's hand slides upper, his thick and calloused fingers finding her soaked panties and his lips stretches against her as he smirks and she could feel that.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You're so fucking wet. But I bet you could've made you cum harder than him." he teases, soaking her even more.

She pulls her lips away as her hand cups his jaw harshly and that makes his smirk grow even wider. "Just a taste, Lloyd." she reminds him before his fingers slide in her cunt and his thumb rubs her clit as she lets out a soft moan at that, her hands gripping his shoulders.

Fucker.

He's teasing her more and more. He loves it.

Six brushes her hair aside from her neck as he buries his face against her neck, inhaling her scent again — he's addicted to her smell now. "You smell so sweet." he murmurs against her skin before his lips nibbles on her neck and she moans even louder.

"Shit. We're not supposed to do this. I mean this is a really vulgar view. This city has some strict rules..." Elle slurs out but she's too drunk of pleasure and them, she can't even finish her sentence.

It is true, though. This city and this country has some religious strict rules. Commiting sexual acts in public could get anyone arrested here. But this club is dark and loud, no one is paying attention to them right now. She just isn't used to do this.

"Fuck the rules, sweetheart. Don't mean dick to me." Lloyd retorts, drunkenly as she rolls her eyes playfully.

Six hums against her neck, agreeing with Lloyd, out of all people. And again, just like in the bathroom, he doesn't give a shit about the rules either — he always does. In every country he visited, he was aware that they each had different kind of rules that were a bit weird but he always follows them anyway. He doesn't like to cause trouble.

Lloyd does and he'd always just pay off people to pretend they didn't see anything.

Elle quietly smirks and Lloyd swipes his finger around her wet sex as he takes his hand out of her panties. Six lifts his head from her neck while he watches Lloyd suck his own fingers that are coated in her cum and she lets out a soft, breathy moan at the sight.

Oh, fuck.

It's turning both of them on. Elle and Six.

"You taste even sweeter." Lloyd remarks with a smirk on his shiny lips.

She breaks into a soft chuckle. "Fucking hell. I think I just got even more wetter." she admits as Six chuckles with her.

Lloyd gives her a half smile. "Then, come home with us. It's a shitty place but I could book us a nice hotel just for tonight."

Six narrows his eyes at him. "Us?"

He nods. "Yes, us. Three of us. Come on, I can share just for one night." Lloyd replies.

Elle shakes her head. "No, I'm sorry. I can't. I have to come home tonight. As tempting it does sound..." she trails off, contemplating it.

"Say yes, Elle. It'll be easier to talk about the CIA after." Six tries to convince her.

She sighs, shaking her head again as she glances at both of them with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, but no. I have to be home due to strict curfew hours in my neighborhood and I have some things to take care of. We'll just meet tomorrow. I'll give you my address and my number. Come to my house in the afternoon and we'll discuss more about the CIA there." Elle tells them.

Sure, it's an easy solution. But then, they would never have the chance to fuck when it is what they both want right this second.

Lloyd sighs in defeat. He doesn't want to push. Or drag her the fuck out of here like he usually does to people who don't listen to him. For once, he's letting things not go his way.

Six nods. "Of course. We'll do what you want. Whatever it is." he tells her.

She turns to him and smiles. "Thank you," she quietly says before grabbing her purse and taking out her pen as she grabs a clean paper napkin on the table, writing her phone number and her complete house address.

"Alright, there we go." Elle taps the napkin on the table, a bit confused on who to give it to. Both of them examine her neat writing before Lloyd grabs it.

"Okay, we'll see tomorrow. When I'm sober enough to talk about the fucking CIA and all the other shit." Lloyd grumbles as he shoves the napkin inside his pocket.

She giggles. "You should probably get sober and go home. How are you both getting home?" Elle asks, glancing at them.

"We have a personal driver that we hired from here. But, we're good for now. You go home, and we'll stay here for a few drinks and food. We had a really long flight earlier." Lloyd replies.

Elle nods. "Okay. Be safe." she says, taking her purse.

Six frowns. "You be safe, Elle. You're the one driving alone." he says.

"Yeah, the only one here, apparently. Look, I meant what I said earlier, I can't get drunk at all. So now, I'm completely sober enough to drive and defend myself if anything happens. I've done it my whole life, alone." she tells them.

"We know. But it is our mission to protect you." Six says and she smiles at him.

Lloyd tilts his head, grabbing her cheek with his palm. "One last kiss, sweetheart." he murmurs as she nods and connects her lips against his again while he deepens the kiss so deep that their teeth click as he fists her hair from behind all the while Six watches them, patiently.

She whines softly against the kiss, her hands resting on his chest as she pulls away from the kiss before it gets too deep. "Shit. I need to go home. Fuck. Okay, I'm going home." Elle declares as he smirks and Six chuckles.

"You going to continue the night with another girl from here? Genuine question, you know." She teases Lloyd.

He grins. "Nah. I don't want anyone here. Haven't see anyone interesting enough as you." Lloyd remarks in a serious tone and she tries to hide her smile and her cheeks are turning red. Her stomach twists in a knot.

Elle casually nods. "Hm. Okay, then. I was just curious."

He looks behind her at Six. "Go home, kill anyone who's standing in your fucking way. And, give Six a goodnight kiss. He's been waiting for it." Lloyd comments.

Six rolls his eyes and she giggles, turning to him as she leans into him, her hands on his thighs. "See you." Elle whispers before gently pressing her lips on his in a slow, passionate kiss while he just follows her gentle rhythm and wraps his hands around her waist.

Lloyd watches as her body and her lips melt into his while he gets a clear view of her ass and her bare legs from that tiny dress of hers.

"Call us if anything happens tonight. I mean it, Elle." Six murmurs softly against her mouth as he breaks the kiss, cupping her cheeks again. He's lost count on how many times he's cupped her cheeks tonight. He can't help it, she's just too fucking cute.

She nods. "Of course. I mean, I'd need you or Lloyd to save my number first and then text me or call me for me to save your number as well so I could contact you guys." Elle explains plainly.

Lloyd chuckles. "I'll save your number, sweetheart. Don't forget to send me some nudes." he teases, half-joking as he smirks.

She rolls her eyes. Six grins, ducking away as he slides out of the booth and resumes his previous seat, across from them.

Elle slides further out of the seat before she turns around to Lloyd. "Hey, asshole. Get sober and stay in your table unless you want someone here to take your wallet. Pickpocket. It's a thing here, very common, okay?" she says to him as her palm reaches out to his cheek.

Lloyd nods as he hums in response and she leans forward, giving his cheek a quick kiss before getting up from her seat completely.

She stands in front of them, looking down at both of them as she smiles, blissfully. She's not drunk or high but she's in a little happier state than when she first came in here. Her coming here wasn't a really bad idea, after all. She expected to feel better coming here but it wasn't the alochol that made her feel better, it was them.

A fucking blessing in disguise.

"Bye, boys." Elle says seductively, waving her hand as her smile turns into a smirk, knowing damn well what kind of affect she just left on them.

She's always been simple and plain with her love life or sex life. It's always polite, nerdy boys from her neighbourhood or her old school or her church or anyone from her small town. She's never been with actual men who'd be willing to do anything for her, kill for her, fuck her rough, accept her dark parts — she's always craved that, secretly.

She could see all that with them. She knows this isn't going to be a short mission for them. She knows literally everything already. She can practically feel the future.

But sometimes, she doesn't trust her own feelings. She likes to let things flow and focus on the present instead. So most of the time, she ignores the future that she knows.

She turns around, slowly walking away from them as they watch her disappear into the crowd.

Lloyd frowns. Six adjust his pants.

They're both left frustrated by her.

And she knows that.

Elle smirks as she makes her way out of the bar, sober and satisfied.

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˗ˏˋ Solo Leveling Oc: Sung Kiwoo◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕚𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

╰┈➤ ❝ [ A Child of Beauty and Glee; The Prince of the Blue Waves.] ¡! ❞

There was a deafening silence around me as I drifted in cold and motionless waters. The sound of a humpback whale interrupted my moment of solitude, so I opened my eyes, only to be met by the empty waters with the sun peeking from above.

It was a beautiful sight.

With the song of the whale drifting all around me— I felt at peace.

…

I sat up, startled and shaken for some reason. The door clicked, and my brother entered.

His jet black hair was unkempt and lazy gray eyes peeked behind them. His initial nonchalance switched to a worried expression as he went over to me.

"Did you have a nightmare again?" Suho asked as he sat on the edge of my bed and placed his hand up against my forehead. "Well, you're not running a fever, that's good."

Ah, right, nightmares.

I was prone to them for some reason. I've always had terrible dreams containing beasts that couldn't be processed by the human mind. They wouldn't do anything, but their empty stares frightens me all the time. In the worst cases, I would wake up running a fever after having those dreams.

"...Not a nightmare" I finally replied. "It was just… Whale songs."

"Whale songs?" Suho cocked up an eyebrow and removed his hand. "Which whale?"

"Megaptera Novaeangliae." I said as I rubbed my eyes.

"English."

"....Humpback Whale."

Suho then just shrugged and ruffled up my bed hair even further before saying with a smile, "At least it's not a bad dream. Now take a shower, mom made pancakes for you."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be down in a bit. You can eat without me" I told him as I got off of my bed and started fixing the sheets.

"Not a chance, baby brother" Suho teased and I threw him a disapproving look.

"I'm only an hour late born after you!" I protested at him, "So don't call me a baby!"

"Sure, sure,..." Brother waved his hand dismissively and approached the door. "Baby brother"

I clicked my tongue, obviously offended at the time baby. I'm going to be 18 soon so how come he still refers to me with that term?!

Sigh.

Well…

I looked up, observing the white walls decorated with various marine animals. One side of the room had a net hung up with shark stuffed toys and starfish, beside it were three jellyfish lamps. Another wall had blue fairy lights with the shapes of various whale species and some stingrays. My desk meanwhile had various little clay jellyfish and whale sharks and a decorative mini blue whale wood carvings. My shelves contained various marine biology books and some law books too.

Okay, I get it. This room is for a baby. But at least my room is well decorated compared to my brother's bland room!

I kept grumbling about incoherent things as I took a shower and wore my uniform. I kept muttering until I went downstairs to where my mother and brother were waiting.

"Kiwoo" My mother greets me with her pretty smile, washing away the tantrum I was throwing because of Suho. "Goodmorning, dear. Come sit down, mom made sure your pancakes are extra fluffy."

"Thanks mommy" I smiled warmly at her then sat down at the table next to my brother. "Is dad out early for today?"

"He's investigating a major case" She replies as she gives me my warm cup of milk along with my plate, making me feel excited at the sight of it. "So he had to leave early, he did tell me to remind you both to be good in school."

"Yes, yes" I said half-heartedly as I started nibbling my food and drinking milk. "Ah… So yummy."

"...You know you're too old for milk and pancakes." Suho playfully nudges me and I shoved a fork-ful of pancake into his mouth.

"Shut up, man" I laughed at him. "Milk is good for a growing boy."

"Baby," He said it like he was correcting me.

"I hope you stub your toe today" I retorted.

"I hope it's you instead," Suho smirked.

"Knock it off boys" Our mother chuckles and pinches our cheeks to make us behave. "You're supposed to watch over each other."

"But he keeps calling me a baby!" I expected her to scold Suho, but instead she snorted and looked away. "Mom!"

"Well, you technically are the baby of the family" She grins prettily again, making me feel more mocked.

"I won" Suho snickers with a smile.

"..."

After a while of playful bickering, we finished up our meal and bid our farewells to our mom. I gave her a kiss on the cheek before following Suho outside the door.

We were a pair of odd brothers really. Rather than discussing school and games— We were instead informing each other about our hyperfixations. While my brother talked about bugs, I rambled endlessly about jellyfish and cetaceans.

It went on like that until we arrived at school.

We were both deathly bored with everything, we didn’t need to talk to each other to know that we were both very sleepy and tired. Suho glanced at me from the corner of his eye by the time the lunch bell rang. So with a sigh, I begrudgingly followed him towards the hall and out into the school.

“Hyung, you better get me a can of juice” I grumbled as I followed him to the back of the school where we could hear the smacking sounds of someone getting hit.

“Yeah, yeah” Suho rolled his eyes as we turned the corner and found Jo Sung-ho getting beat up pretty badly.

“Make it quick” I yawned lazily and leaned on the wall as my brother said some stuff I didn’t bother to understand.

I watched his swift and precise movements that resembled our father but not really. We were both trained by him, and of course the both of us would imitate his fighting style. We’re not quite there yet though, especially me. Although me and my brother are twins coming from the same parents, Suho was far more clever and sharper. I was different, I was slower and took more time in trying to understand things. I’m even stupid enough to the point that my brother needs to explain some jokes to me, if not, it would normally take me an hour or the next day to finally understand jokes.

I was shameful as a child from the Sung family.

Rather than feel proud, I felt so bad for my family who had a kid who had trouble understanding social cues.

Suho finished up the mess and helped Sung-ho up to his feet and told him some stuff before going back to me and slinging his arm over my shoulder.

“Did I make you wait, baby brother?” Suho grins widely as we started walking to where the vending machines were. “Hm, you’re a little down huh? What’s up? You’ve been awfully quiet and you haven't even balled your fists and shook them.

“...Please don’t talk about my stimming like it's a cute thing” I looked at him in a bit of a disapproving way, feeling embarrassed that he is mentioning my habits.

“But it is?” He muses while ruffling my hair. “Don’t be so down now, hyung will get you bunggeoppang after school.”

I nonchalantly nodded my head at his suggestion.

Was today interesting? No. Not one bit. It was a burden even, every teacher already gave the outline of lessons that will be covered for the semester. Normally, students would ignore this and just go on with their day, probably go to the internet cafe or party with friends somewhere. But I had to study them in advance because I’m stupid, I suck at studying. I am bad at understanding things, that’s why I have to do advanced reading back home as soon as I can.

But it seems… That my brother has fallen asleep. He’s in front of me, completely knocked out cold and gone to the world. He looked silly sleeping like this with a drool slightly coming out of his mouth, so I gently wiped it off.

Looking at him from this angle, he really is the spitting image of our father. From the shape of his nose, the thinness of his lips, the way his hair behaves; he really looks like dad, except he had our mother’s eyes. I admired Suho alot, after all, he has an innate talent for martial arts and he inherited dad’s cunning personality and many other aspects from him.

And for that, I am jealous of him.

Do I hate my brother? No, no. Damned will I be if I ever did. I love Suho, so much so that I am willing to bloody my hands for the safety of my older brother.

“Woonie?” Suho sat up, his messy black locks falling over his gray eyes. “Ack… I think I played too many games.”

“Yeah?” I cocked up an eyebrow at him. “Did you have a weird dream?”

“Yes… Dad was in it” Suho rubs his eyes. “I was just so… Bizarre.”

“I see” I stood up and held my hand out to him. “Wanna head home early for today?”

“Y-yeah–” His words were cut off when a girl opened the door and glanced at us.

“Why are you two still here? I’m locking up” She said in a confused tone as she glanced at us. “I’m bout to lock up the rooms”

“Can we join you?” Suho asked.

“Suit yourself”

We then grabbed our bags and proceeded to follow her out of the classroom and helped her lock up the other rooms. I kept glancing at Suho who looked baffled and in a daze.

Just how bad was his dream? Normally it would be me who has a ton of weird dreams and terrifying nightmares. Surely my bad luck with that stuff didn’t pass to him, right?

Even after Suho and her little game of rock-paper-scissors, he would suddenly glance up at the sky as if he felt something. Well I would be lying if I didn’t feel something odd too.

I would have asked, but I also felt a slight shift. There was an unfamiliar scent that lingered. Something in the air suddenly changed, like a small burst of air suddenly washed over the air. There was a tinge of an unpleasant scent.

But we both just ignored it and proceeded to make our way back home. Though I insisted that my brother just forget about his promise, he stubbornly brought me a box of sweets. I couldn’t deny him anymore, so I just sighed and accepted my faith and carried the box back home.

Suho was just so out of it, he was in a complete daze during dinnertime and seemed to be contemplating whatever the hell happened earlier afterclass. I didn’t want to press him any further about what happened, so we just went into our separate rooms.

As always, I sat down immediately on my desk after a quick shower. I started with the hardest subject, which was of course, Calculus. I focused on the subject for five minutes until I felt a strong gust of wind beside me.

There was a huge, blue wall in the shape of an oval, it produced a foul stench. It whirled, humming as it slowly sucked the air around it.

Part of me wanted to run, wanted to scream for my brother.

But most of me,... Wanted to go in.

Somehow, someway, that ‘thing’ feels familiar. Like an old friend from a distant part of my buried memories.

It felt like it was calling me to go back home.

I stood up, walking towards the thing and running my hand along it, watching that limb of mine get sucked in. Before I knew it, I was inside.

The walls were damp and heavy, everywhere was dark. Only the light of the blue torches illuminated the path. It appeared like a tunnel of some sort. It was creepy, but I didn’t feel scared– No, not one bit of me was frightened.

“What would dad do?” I mumbled as I took a torch from the wall and walked around.

I kept a steady pace until eventually I came across a section of the tunnel with weapons hanging around. I placed the torch down and ran my hand around the various weapons.

For some reason, they had weird status windows hovering in front of them.

“A game?” I tilted my head, “How neat.”

There were a number of different weapons to choose from. Greatswords, axes, claymores, shields, bows, lances... And my most favorite weapon of all, daggers. My brother sees these weapons as cowardly. But I always found these things fascinating, I always had a weird magnetic pull towards them. The daggers are just so pretty, fine hilts and black blades with crimson red edges– So I picked those two up.

Light, just as I want my weapons to be.

**Whoosh**

I tilted my head to the side instinctively, the wall in front of me having an arrow. In a split second, I immediately started bouncing back.

Large and imposing figures at least 8 feet tall, bodies made of metal– Knights. 20? No. At Least 50 now that I took a proper look at the back.

Just what the hell are these damn knights doing here?!

“Not playing nice, are we?” I flicked the daggers in my hands for a proper grip. “I’ll bury your damn heads 6 feet under”

So I pushed on my heel, charging head first towards the giant things with the intent to murder.

They didn’t smell like humans, for some reason I could tell.

I stabbed my dagger under their chins, with others, I crushed them by giving them consistent and brutal blows.

Level Up!

“???” I panted, looking at the status window in front of me which had some numbers.

Name: Sung Kiwoo

Level: 5

Fatigue: 15

Job: NONE

Title: NONE

Mp:15

Strength: 15

Agility: 15

Sense: 15

Vitality:15

Intelligence:15

Remaining points: 8

“So it really is like a game…” I said as I rolled my shoulders and cracked my knuckles. “I need to be extremely careful, I don’t know what will happen if I die here.”

As fun as this thing was, I was worried what would happen. This is an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar sceneries. Everything was eerie and dark, whatever these knight things were– They are after me and they want my blood.

And for that, I need to be out for their blood too.

I’m just trying to survive after all.

I still have a family waiting for me to come home.

Bloodying my hands is just a necessary thing to do for the sake of my survival. I’ll do what I need to do.

I pressed on, leveling up everytime I took down more knights. I stripped off my dress shirt, leaving only my tank top after the wave of hollow knights stopped.

“That’s one big door.” I mutter as I glance up at a giant door.

It looked old, with the cracks and the cut off patterns all around it. I traced my fingers around it, feeling the embedded patterns.

Something is in there.

And that something was strong, I could tell with just the way my heart was thumping and the feeling of my blood pumping uncontrollably.

I took a deep sigh, opening my eyes before ultimately pushing it open.

The room was dark, almost pitch black if it weren't for the blue torches lighting up the area weakly. But that wasn’ what I was worried about– No, no. Not that.

At the far end of the corner stood a throne, and upon that throne sat a figure with a body of black flames so to speak. It looked like a knight, with how casual and lazy it looks, I felt like it was taunting me with its stance. The knight then stood up and took a hold of it’s claymore standing by the side.

I prepared my stance– ????????

“Huh? Huh????” I sat up exasperated, looking around in a panicked manner before feeling my chest up. “What?”

‘Did that knight just murder me?!’ I thought, scratching my nape before getting up and looking around.

“Isn’t this where I started?” I looked around me, seeing the familiar patterns “Ngh… Not again, I don’t wanna deal with those bloody knights.”

….

I woke up again, still in the same spot.

“Oh, come on!” I groaned, laying down on the floor again and kicked my feet up in frustration “That damn thing is so powerful, what the hell am I supposed to do?!”

That knight is way too fast, it’s godforsaken claymore puts me at a huge disadvantage with my short-ranged weapon. As much as I love daggers, it’s not cutting it out for me. Of course, it could be a skill issue but if that’s the case then I’ll be getting nowhere! I need to do something, I want a weapon that is both short ranged and long-ranged.

A sword would be good, but I don’t like the stats of the swords I saw.

A lance is passable, but I don’t want it.

I pondered for a while before approaching the weapon hallway again and picked out a pair of daggers, with the intention of trying out something

“Where are you, where are you?” I murmured as I looked around before ultimately yanking something off of the wall. “Bingo.”

I then sat down on the floor, holding the long and cold chains. I honestly don’t know why there are plain chains amidst the line of great and giant weapons. But maybe because it has quite good stats? Either way I’m glad it's here.

I made small holes at the edge of the hilts before inserting the ends of the chains I had opened before forcibly closing it. I stood up again, wrapping the chains around my arms.

“Oh? Their stats had mixed with just tinkering them like this?” I hummed, before shaking my head and then looking up at the horde of knights marching towards me. “Good,”

I pressed on my heel, launching myself towards the creatures with outrageous speed.

“You bastards are gonna help me test out my new toys.”

Level Up!

I don’t know how many levels I climbed with how much I lost myself in battle. I panted, standing atop of a pile of corpses from the hollow knights I slayed. I had some cuts here and there. My fatigue was up to 80, but why is it that I don’t feel that tired? The more I breathed, the more I felt alive and hyperaware.

“Now, it’s your turn” I looked up at the tall and condescending door.

Now that I think about it, it seemed to glare at me. As if these doors had a pair of eyes judging every fiber of my being. Was I afraid? No. Why should I?

Those eyes should be fearing me instead with how I’m gonna lay that thing behind those doors to rest.

I opened the door, and of course that knight was waiting for me.

“Sorry to keep you waiting” I pressed on my heel again and charged forward. “I wanted to make sure I’ll beat you this time”

The knight seemed a bit flustered at my sudden advances as it jumped back the moment I striked towards it’s stomach. I threw my dagger towards it, the blade circling arm– I flicked the chains, causing a reaction that hurled the knight onto the ceiling.

But I knew that it wasn’t enough to beat that thing.

And surely enough, it started hurling towards me again.

We shared intense blows, sparks and flames sizzled out with each impact shared along with static bursts of electricity.

That knight is still way stronger than me, of course it is. Compared to that thing—I know I'm at least a hundred years way younger to actually expect I would win against it easily.

But I guess that is what made it more exciting. The fact that I am facing something ancient and unknown. It's making my heart race uncontrollably and I feel more excited to beat it. The adrenaline is pumping, I feel alive. My fatigue is at 90 but why the hell does it feel so good right now?

I don't know how I did it, but I managed to swiftly dodge the knight's sword blast thing before closing in on the opening and stabbing my dagger up its chin.

Of course, it dispersed in an instant like a bubble bursting into nothingness.

"I WON!" I yelled out, jumping on my feet excitedly while swinging my arms happily. "Holy crap I actually did it!"

Level Up!

"Uwaahaaa!!!" I kept jumping as more dings ran into my ears. "Come to me you sweet little thing!"

I celebrated widely.

But for a brief moment, I recalled that knight's dying face. It looked at me… So tenderly? It felt like it was a father looking at its child at some point. Maybe it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. Either way, I jumped around in pure bliss until another oval white and blue thing appeared.

“Is it over or am I going home?” I tilted my head curiously. “I wanna go home and eat cake…”

I take another heavy sigh before entering the thing again.

What greeted me was the intense blaze of the buildings, the sight was like I’m inside the hottest place of hell. It was rather amusing to see really, the ruins were all quite pretty to look at. My attention then goes towards a three headed cerberus, a cute creature to be honest. When I had my mythology phase, it was one of my most favorite creatures aside from Jörmungandr.

But why did it’s face pale when it took a good look at me? As if its three souls got knocked out of it.

“Bye?” I said to the Cerberus, which caused it to flinch and whimper while scurrying away.

I rolled my shoulder again, before continuing forward.

As I pushed through the hot blazing flames and took down monsters back-to-back, I remembered what my father had told me: “Don’t expect too much, Kiwoo. The reason why you’re always so disappointed is because you set the bars at an unnecessarily high standard.”

I should have listened to my father.

Because damn it am I so pissed right now because of how boring and bland monsters thrown at me were. I had expected more monsters to be like that knight I defeated. It’s so infuriating that it’s suddenly so easy to beat everything.

But I know better than to lower my guard, the moment I slip up cause me my doom. If this was an ordinary game– Well, it still is a game, but the point is, if I die right now, I might be a real goner. So I still need to stay vigilant no matter how easy things are right now. This might just be a rest period for me to relax to prepare for the next stage which would undoubtedly be a far more intense one than that knight.

It’s still frustrating me though, I’m leveling up slower than usual and it pisses me off.

I eventually climbed all 100 floors until the final oval thing.

The moment I went in, my chains shot out and wrapped around the demon in front of me. I hurled the creature towards me.

I raised my dagger, about to plunge it down the demon until it shrieked.

"Wait, wait, wait!" She(?) shrieked and I immediately stopped.

"????"

“Hahaha… You truly are of monarch bloodline, you didn’t even struggle as much even though you don’t have any shadow soldiers.” The demon girl speaks with a nervous smile as I uncoil her from my chains. “You two really are alike, managing to make it this far with just a few attempts at tremendous speed. Time truly passes by so fast”

‘Monarch? Shadow Soldiers? You two?”

“Excuse me?...” I cocked my head to the side.

“Nothing, nothing ” She shook her head. “I am Esil, daughter to the demon clan.”

“Kiwoo.”

“Such a pretty name” Esil says, her eyes having this glimmer in them that I found quite unusual since she is a demon. “Ah, right, we also have a banquet–”

“Sorry, I can’t go” I shook my head, trying to be as polite as I could with the demon girl. “I’m too young to drink and I don’t like the smell of alcohol along with being in a crowd.”

“Ah…” She frowns, but smiles right after. “Of course”

“I’ll try to come next time, if I ever come back. I can’t promise you though”

“What a shame…”

“Before I go,” I then point out at the portal thing “Can you tell me what those things are?”

She nodded eagerly.

I listened to what she has told me, to what the monsters are and the purpose of these gates. It was really like a game just as I had suspected, it was quite surreal. Well, everything that happened up to now is like a dream. Skill, stats, all that stuff– It felt like maybe I’m having a psychotic episode and that this is all just in my head. I wanted it to be that way on a surface level.

“I’m heading off” I say, politely walking past her. “I’ll see you later, auntie Esil”

Auntie?

The words had slipped out of my mouth and I couldn’t control it, it was as if it were a habit to call her that even though I don’t exactly know who she is. But regardless, that slip up I made seemed to have pleased her, since her features softened and looked more human.

I gave her one last smile, before entering the gate.

As soon as I entered the thing, swarms of ants would lunge themselves towards my direction. I knew better than to be distracted while in the middle of a fight, but truly, I cannot help but wonder what my brother would feel if he saw these massive creatures. He always had a fascination for bugs after all.

“I’m starting to miss my hyung” I mutter to myself as I open the tall doors in front of me. “I wonder if he is sleeping well right now”

**Sniff** **Sniff** **Kieekkk**

Right in front of me was a much larger and more humanoid looking ant with wings. I wanted to try and remember its specific species but… Why is it crying?

It pushed itself towards me, striking with such speed and precision I almost lost my footing. But my reaction was quite fast, so I managed to somehow keep up.

…. Why is it still crying?

Ahjussi, you’re really making me feel bad with those tears…

It’s like I’m watching someone have the worst case scenario of mental breakdown, I can’t tell if it’s happy tears or sad tears. Has my brother ever mentioned anything about ants crying? No, I’m sure he never did. Can bugs even cry? Maybe I should ask him.

“Kieeekk… I lost again” It says before pathetically plomping down on the floor like a pancake.

“H-hey” I tried calling out but it’s body disintegrated into the shadows beneath it’s mentally-broken mind and body. The dings of my level going up in large numbers rang on and on for a bit as a new gate whirred.

“I hope you feel better” I really felt bad, I really did, so I patted the floor where the ant disappeared to somehow make it feel at ease.

Was it a stupid move? Of course.

Will I do it again? You bet.

And so I head to my next destination, growing tired because of the continuous adrenaline rush.

I thought I would really be resting now, but now I’m in front of titans standing tall like skyscrapers. Giant orcs and dragons. DRAGONS.

Oh how I wanted to leap up in the air and celebrate like a madman right there and then but I wasn’t even given a headstart as the beasts jumped at me all at once!

What the hell is with this realm anyway? Why is everyone jumping at me left and right? Have I wronged anyone here in some way shape or form? I mean yeah, I’m basically an alien here but god, can’t they at least have mercy and let me breathe even for just a while?!

God they just keep coming one after another, I swear the beasts all looked different but somehow everything is starting to look black and purple at the same time! Is my head going even madder when I’m already losing my mind this much?

“Huh, what was that?” I blurted out randomly as I sent a blackened soldier flying.

I wanted to take a breather, I really did, but suddenly there was an unexplainable pressure on my body. It hurt.

It hurts

IT HURTS

IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!

I was on the floor, glued to the soil as gravity pulled me down further.

“You, it’s you isn’t it?” I looked at another creature that was wielding a staff flying in the air.

I need to beat that thing.

“Crap.”

The various mouths of dragons fling about opened their jaws, charging up incoming attacks that will surely end me if I do nothing

‘Hahh…. You really wont let me rest, huh?’

A burst of energy would come through, I broke free of the pressure somehow and lunged towards the dragons, effectively killing each one with relative speed. As their corpses fell one after another, I hanged onto a ledge, breathing heavily.

Then, that orc mage… Whatever it is– pointed it’s staff towards me and blasted a massive fireball. I dodged it narrowly, with a huge explosion coming behind me.

“!!!!!” If that thing had hit me I would have been an overcooked fried goldfish.

Why is everyone and everything around me trying to murder me?...

‘Focus,... Focus, Sung Kiwoo!’ My father's voice would boom inside my head.

Deep breaths, deep breaths, at ease, deep breaths.

“Huu….” I sighed for a moment

“Control, I need to control myself more, speed and strength aren’t enough” I gritted my teeth. “Focus, Kiwoo!”

Another burst of energy would come forth again and I charged towards him.

It was a blur, everything was too fast and I felt like I’m about to faint. But I knew it wasn’t over when I slashed that orc in half. Another presence would come forth, I felt light headed as the giant shadow started mumbling stuff. I couldn't even feel my legs when we fought.

And before I knew it, I said: “You, where’s the master?”

“...” The shadow looks at me, his sword stabbed on the floor as I pointed a dagger on his throat.

“Is your master a shadow too like you? Will it refer to me as little monarch too?” I asked, glancing up at the sky to find a dragon circling in the sky like a hawk. “There you are”

As magnificent and elegant that dragon made of mist was, I was glaring at the figure perched on its back. Sensing my acknowledgement, it leapt up in the air and aimed for me. I lifted the flat of my blade, blocking its foot.

The attack was heavy, causing my feet to sink and create a crater. It leapt up in the air again and landed gracefully in front.

“Wait, you’re a woman…” I muttered, looking at her figure donned with an outfit like she was a saintess.

Her face was hidden under the shadow of her hood, making her look more angelic and pretty. As if I was in front of a goddess.

“N-noona” I call out, stammering and causing her to flinch a bit. “Can you get me out of here? My parents and brother must be really worried about me now. As much as I like the thrill of fighting, I think my disappearance is causing them a lot of pain.”

She froze, I could tell with the way her pretty lips quivered and trembled. It felt like she was contemplating. She was hesitating. I didn’t say anything for a while and let her ponder before ultimately charging towards me.

I swallowed down, blocking her incoming attacks that were incredibly devastating

She was so fast and nimble, that raw strength she landed on me was so heavy I swear my bones must be shattering with every blow.

But… She was beautiful.

Every strike is calculated, she charges forward when I go on offense and redirects my attacks so that it would backfire on me. Her blade stings me but hell, I wanted more cuts. I wanted to learn more. Even though my body is already pushed to its limits and I feel like I’ll die any second now– I wanted to see her movements more, it was like she’s a flower dancing so gracefully amidst the hammering blizzard. It’s like I’m watching a ballet performance in a ruined theater.

I would bleed from every part of me, I was leaking a pool of blood, and at the end... I was on the floor, kneeling while the tip of her blade was pointed on my throat. Her robes fluttered so prettily that I could only stare at her.

“Noona, can I be like you?” I ask absentmindedly. “Can I be beautiful like you too?”

I felt the blade tremble on my neck and she dropped her blade before hugging me.

“You silly child, why are you still like this even though you’re such a big boy now?” Her voice was familiar.

“Mom?”

“Too early, you’re still too young, you need to remain oblivious and sweet.”

“H-hey wait, Mom–”

But either way, I was thrown into a gate from god knows where and I jolted awake in my bed sweating and hyperventilating.

“.....”

“I played too many games that my dreams are all messed up” I mutter, ruffling my hair in confusion.

That dream was too confusing that I immediately headed into Suho’s room without thinking. As expected, he immediately opened the door the moment I knocked.

“Kiwoo, it’s already midnight why–” I cut him off

“I’m not gonna sleep alone tonight, can I stay here?”

“Nightmare?”

“No?... It was just wild, I need some comfort”

“You too I guess”

No words were further exchanged as I crashed onto his bed and Suho followed by sitting at the edge. I thought for sure I wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore because going through that hell is making me a bit anxious.

But in the end, I was dreaming again.

Once more, I’m drifting along the waters. It’s cold but comforting. The whales are singing for me again.

“My ocean is empty”

…

“I wonder if I grow a little more, will this abyss be full of life? Can I turn it into a lush coral reef? Will fish of various species swim around with apex predators around too? Will cetaceans appear here? Dolphins leaping up in the air and with more whales singing and clicking for me? I want to dance above the waters…”

“ I want the ocean to be my stage and the marine life as my audience,... I want to be beautiful.”

#∞ ₒ ˚ ° 📎— kyunnya speaks #kiwoo sung #⋆˙⟡♡☁️— kyuu kyuu's ocs #a self indulgent fic

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whirlandco · 9 months

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Info dump to me about epoch I DEMAND IT

GLADLY. OKAY first off here is their reference just so you can get a clearer look at them without all the shading and such

and now infodump incoming. im copy-pasting a lot of this from a server where i talked about them already but its cool its fine

Epoch is in some weird gray area between being a tfoc and a tf sona cause their whole schtick is that their outlier ability flings them around the timeline at random intervals. like they're an oc in their own right but they're also kind of born of my inability to keep the timeline straight in my head because of how much tf media ive consumed. i use the word "Untethered" to describe their situation since it sounds cooler than just saying they have a flimsy grip on the timeline lol

the specifics of their ability are kind of convoluted but in simplest terms, they're paradox-proof. which means they cant really affect anything that would majorly change the course of events. their outlier ability kind of slingshots them through time without much rhyme or reason and any point where they might be about to alter the timeline irrepairably they get flung to a different point before they can go through with it. it is entirely arbitrary but i dont actually have to worry about how they'd work in a canon setting so i can do what i want

all this to say that even if they happened to randomly end up in the exact right time/place, they wouldnt be able to do something like stop the war. the timeline is actually really good at preserving itself and the universe doesnt like being completely uprooted so their ability will active and send them to another time before they can affect any major events.

their time travel works by law of fixed space which means that when they time travel, they stay where they are. so if theyre on a planet or a ship and they jump to a particular point and the ship has left or the planet has moved along its orbit, they will. kind of just be floating in space. there is a small amount of grace with this in that they will not intersect preexisting matter, so theyre not gonna end up stuck through any walls, but they have a space-worthy jet alt mode for a reason

only one Epoch can ever exist at a certain point-- similar to how Unicron is a universal singularity, Epoch is a temporal singularity-- but they actually can travel to the same point multiple times-- each new jump acts like an "overwrite" to the previous one, however it only applies if they repeat interactions. so they can end up at the same point at multiple instances, but if they only interact with different people and dont cross paths with anyone they met before, all of those instances of their appearance will continue to exist in the memory of the mechs who encountered them. for example say they went back to a point when baby-Epoch was around and babying under the dubiously-careful supervision of then-senator shockwave. if adult-Epoch went to wherever they were as a baby at that time, they would not be there, because there is only One Epoch ever. and so shockwave would only remember interacting with adult-Epoch at that instance (until they left). however if Adult-Epoch instead went to hang out with Bumblebee or whoever and didnt get seen by/interact with shockwave at all, then shockwave would continue to only remember baby-Epoch. because the timeline does not like being fucked with. it does not like trying to reason with the existence of multiple instances of the same Moment occurring more than once (because time is linear, but its also relative to an individual). and so the way that it resolves potential paradox situations is just. getting rid of the previous instances.

heres a really simple diagram to explain what i mean. the red line is the uninterrupted linear timeline of a normal mech. light blue line represents previous-instance-Epoch while the dark blue line represents current-instance-Epoch. the appearance of current-Epoch will override that of previous-Epoch, while leaving the rest of the interaction unaltered.

while irl i believe in the multiverse theory irt how time travel would work, with Epoch i have it based in the relative time of a single timeline. time is Fixed. it cant be moved around. and i know cybertronian dates work a little differently but assume that each Date/Instance can only happen once, and so if epoch happens to repeat the same Instance more than once, whatever the most "recent" (relative to them) version of that Instance is becomes the one that is "real" two different mechs can have completely differing memories of the same instance. if they happened to be in two entirely different places at once, they very well could Both remember meeting Epoch. even though only one of those meetings "actually" happened, because they cant be in two places at once but there is no such thing as "actually" happened except what is currently happening. all time beyond the present moment is entirely theoretical until it's happening. and since time is relative the past/present/future only exist in the perception of an individual.

thinking about the specifics of how their outlier ability works is kind of like playing 5d chess with multiverse time travel so do not worry if this all sounds like a bunch of pseudoscience technobabble

i can also talk about who they are, like, as a person if you want i just find the theoretical science of time travel fascinating

#whirls.txt #tfoc

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inactive02 · 1 year

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Loyalty binds chapter 1

a/n: oop, is that me posting. yep it is, im back and alive sadly, i missed yall very much so i decided to work on this heimdall x non binary oc type series. i thought it would've been really cool to finalize it and write it out. this story is pretty much a back story series for my oc, let me know what you think. this is will going on my ao3 as well.

warnings: theres nothing too bad in this first chapter besides hemidall being heimdall.

words: 2k

Running, that’s all ular ever did, not once did he ever let his fears catch him. If they did, he knew he would be a dead man, the same dream plays like the repeating song of morning birds, the voice of someone calling out his name. Chanting, and chanting until “hey boy! Get up.” his sealed eyes were now open, looking around in a panic before finding the person of this voice.

Ingmar, the big friendly man who took him in. Raised him like his own. His deep blue eyes and jet black hair with slight grays as he crosses his arms looking down at her, “you know I’m not so positive about being late, plus it’s your first time in Asgard! Don’t want to make your first time a horrible experience, get up and get ready!” Ingmar shouts, The teenager groaned in response, rising from the bed he slept in. Today is a special day for this cute sea boy, Ular. As Ingmar said, it was her first time visiting Asgard, the only time he heard about Asgard was whenever ingamr talked about it. The place sounded like a myth or something that didn’t exist, but it did.

“So, today is finally the day you take me there?” ular teased, in a child-like tone as he hopped around behind Ingmar, heading outside their home to walk up the trail that leads to the wall of Asgard.

“You're getting bratty, kid?” he remarks, looking down at him before standing with his arms crossed. The boy silenced himself in mere seconds of that familiar tone, “huggin!” He barked, raven feathers slowly circling them, Ular’s golden eyes widened in curiosity at what was transpiring in front of him. The birds enclose the two as they are transported. A new life, something new to explore, and Discover is the one thing Ular adores. Fresh things perked her interest in mere seconds.

Once the birds cleared a wonderful sight greeted the little boy, the scenery of the Wooden homes, greenery as far as the eye could see. The lively plaza, shops, and friendly faces around the town. Seeing Ular enjoy the warm and welcoming feeling, Ingmar felt brought a smile to his face, “come on boy! There are lots more to see.” Ingmar shouts, getting the attention of Ular’s ears, he moves quickly catching up to him to follow behind.

In front of him was a tall, wooden, and rather large lodge. Ingmar pushes the two heavy doors open with ease, the slight scrap of wood brought the attention of the people in the room. Ingmar greeted himself with unfamiliar faces Ular doesn’t recognize, There stood a tall woman with long blonde hair and a redhead man with a very bulky body, nearly as big as Ingmar

“Hey, you two! Remember that little fella I always talked to you all about?” Ingmar lips curved into a bearded smile, “even though he ain’t my son, I still treat him like one” he grinned, revealing the small ular to them. The Leventhion ruffles up his hair, earning a slight whine from Ular.

Thor, the redhead, bent down to look at Ular with a cheeky smile. “You look like a tough boy, I mean you were raised by one” he boasted, eyebrow gesturing towards Ingmar, even though all three of them were gigantic compared to Ular. Surprisingly, he kept his composure.

Sif and Thor were their names, ingmar mentioned them a few times to Ular whenever he asked about Asgard. Saying things like Thor being the god of thunder and sif carrying many scrolls of the nine realms, these two were quite the character. “I hope Asgard is a welcoming place as much as you think it is. You two came in time just for breakfast, come have a seat” Sif stated, giving Ular a soft smile as well, going over to one of the maidens and whispering something to them, marching off to the personal quarters of the lodge. Ular didn’t question much about it, for now, he followed behind Ingmar and takes a seat at the big table, very excited about what was being cooked.

The smell from the kitchen passed by the boy's nose, sweet and meat, is what he smelled, stomach growling, Heavy footsteps brought him out of his hungry daze, and glancing to the source, the maiden guiding a sun kissed-skin colored boy, Blonde but slightly Curly hair draped over his face and wearing a long sleeve silky golden shirt and brown pants. His appearance resembled a prince, the most noticeable detail that stood out was his eyes. His iris shining the color of a deep magenta, Ular’s interest in the new-found friend sparked like a match seeing him, excited that he was meeting someone his age. Someone who he can relate to instead of Ingmar whose way older than him. After Ular reframed from his thoughts to distract him, the boy sat down in front of him at the table with everyone else, Thor scoffs “you look like helhiem visited you” he laughed, getting the attention of the younger boy with a slight groan of annoyance.

Ular thought that joke was a bit funny. A chuckle left his chocolate lips, then immediately silenced himself once he felt the male's piercing, magenta gaze on him. “You think that’s funny? How would you think the all father would react knowing you’ve brought an unknown guest, Thor?” He spat back, staring daggers at the poor boy, The other aesir continued to eat his food.

“Get your head out of ya ass, Heimdall. You think he doesn’t know about them.” Thor remarks, chewing on more food, before turning his attention to sif and Ingmar. Leaving the two boys in awkward silence as they eat their breakfast, not once did those hateful eyes leave ulars gaze.

Ular looked between his bowl and the boy, hoping he doesn’t talk, but his wishes aren’t always answered “you're pretty silent for a boy with a loud mind, I’m talking to you!” he stated, waiting for ular to raise his focus from that food. Seconds go by until the caramel teen gave Heimdall his attention.

“Sorry, it’s been a while since I had good food” ular elaborated, a cheeky smile following behind, the blonde hated that smile, how can he smile with those loud thoughts in his head? Heimdall questioned, his thick brows furrowing.

It annoys him.

Sliding the bowl over to Ular, insisting he can have the rest of his meal, Ular swipes the bowl immediately and continued eating the meal, “what is your name?” Ular asked, chewing his meal. The other male felt quite disgusted by the sound and sight.

“I’m Heimdall, I see you enjoy shrimp stew, it’s my favorite” he replied, a smirk growing on his face watching Ular eat the food. Heimdall admires the sight of such a fragile boy, eating the meal, oblivious to what's in the bowl, hearing the last words the aesir told, Ular’s expression turned from happiness to disgust in seconds. Maybe he’s going crazy but how did Heimdall know Ular is allergic to seafood, in a quick session Ular tries to get the taste out of his mouth, gulping the nearest water. The sound of Heimdall’s laughter echoes in the background from the show.

Ular finished his mead with a loud gulp to add, before slamming it down, “and that’s how he nearly killed me.” he concludes, his head leaning into his rough palm as he sat at the table with his two close friends, Leif the huldra and the bright redhead larvisa. His two friends indulged in the horrible yet, cute memory ular wanted to tell them about. The taller man remembered the memory like it was yesterday, it was probably the last time he has seen the aesir, purposely avoiding him for many years, but to his dismay Heimdall always found him. Giving him a scare or cry, words of judgment even, whenever ular was caught he wouldn’t hear the end of it from that blonde dog. Years went on, and Ular noticed how he hasn’t seen Heimdall that each year. Which is a good thing, right?

“He’s truly an asshole, straight up!” larvisa comments, kicking her boots up as she sips her mead, the huldra beside her silently drinking their water.

Leif gazes over at ular with a slight tilt of their head, “I'm surprised he hasn’t tried to sabotage you when you were volunteering.” they added, to the already bad look heimdall has for himself. The deity’s mind tried to ponder on that thought but it no longer did once he realized he has many things to do today, ones Sif told him specifically to do

“I’ve forgotten I’m on volunteer today for Sif, she doesn’t like it when I’m late, so I’m heading off!” he exclaims, leaving quickly out the bar. Pushing the bar door open, his soft boots mooch on the grounds of Asgard, speed walking to the great lodge. Some people question, why ular who’s a great being of the many seas is on volunteer duty. Well, he prefers to be on the sidelines knowing there's blood on his hands from his family name, he wants to be the opposite of dangerous. If he’s out all willy-nilly, keeping his hands busy doing many jobs like guarding the sea, helping in the mess hall, maybe even helping with training, or going on important missions for Odin with Ingmar and Thor.

It makes him feel, human. It may sound like he’s your local housewife, but he’s able to do many things that he’s proud of. Those were the very goals he took seriously to the T as he strides to the great lodge, opening the door with a heavy swing, his vibrant irises already finding Lady sif in seconds. Talking to one of the helpers about the task for the day, the seaman moved over to sif and listens in on the conversation.

Looming over her for a while before she feels his presence, turning around and receiving a beautiful smile from her. Opening her lips to speak elegantly “I hope you rested well, young man” she charms, earning a cheeky smile from ular out of embarrassment realizing he was a bit late to the party.

“I rested greatly, lady sif” he assured, Sif’s eyes lingering on him for a few seconds before nodding and explaining to him the very task he has today, handing over the wooden basket for collecting the sheets in the back of the great lodge. This wasn’t anything fresh to ular, she was used to doing these tasks every day whenever Sif needs him.

Her walking stopped as finished her orders, and she turned to him again, looking up at Ular “you heard everything I said, right?” She pressures, handing him a wooden basket. Watching Ular nod with haste before she strolled off to deal with her duties, His finger slightly tapped on the wooden material, strolling over to the first place, thrud’s room. Picking up anything that needed to be washed, and doing this slightly with haste, his muscle memory knowing what to get or what to not get. These tasks stray him even further away from his father, it's not a bad thing either, knowing that people mistake him for the son of Cthulhu define him only as that and not his own person, they don’t bleed the same color.

The thought of it drives the man insane because he knows he couldn’t do such a thing nor even try, the result of it is a sigh of irritation leaving his trembling lips trying to cast the thoughts aside. Why, why? is all he could ask himself, this life that was given to him by force was no mistake but held a purpose.

A purpose he hasn’t quite figured out yet.

The sound of soft scrape of stainless leather and clanging metal plates stood out to Ular’s sensitive ears. It is the hinted of armor that holds no extended use, that was shined and oiled, with grace. The kilt was no foreign sound to him, something so unique that it entered the room; a particular person that wasn’t unfamiliar to him, the kilt shifting with the steps he takes.

“Wow, you’ve grown to be a maiden! A questionable occupation,” Heimdall cackled, the handsome man standing proud as his gaze combed over the deity. It was hard for ular to hate people, even Heimdall himself isn’t going to break that habit for him.

“Is that your way of asking to get your dirty sheets, Heimdall?” He asked, attention going elsewhere to the task at hand.

Heimdall’s hum slipped to scoff from the response, “reading my mind? As if you could, but since you insist..”

Walking away from the door frame with a slight shake of his head, Ular followed behind from afar, This interaction feels no different from when they were younger, with Heimdall bashing Ular with his words, maybe even with his hands if they spared. Ular never lets him walk all over him as he does with others.

“Do you have nothing else better to do? Maybe something Odin needs?”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry a bit about that. I simply came to help you organize,” he retorted, stopping at his room door. The aesir’s gaze searches ular's expression for something with a curious eye

His eyes only found a stiff expression, the deep golden eyes of a man with little patience. Not even being slightly different from before.

“No matter my words, your thoughts think nothing of them?” he questions, a mocking smirk dawning on his lips as his hands graze his own chin.

“Why should I question the words of a dog?”

“Of what?” He snarls, stepping forward with an intimidating posture to suit him. Magenta eyes pierced daggers into golden ones, They know one of them is always ready to talk back to the other with no problem, why should he be scared?

“Heimdall!” The fair old man called, Heimdall’s focus breaking as Odin’s voice shattered the tension between the two.

“Could you come to my study, I want to have a talk with you.” odin commands, stepping away to leave for his study. Ular could notice the movement on his cheeks, the silent biting of his cheek before stomping away from him. Another thing to settle for future preferences, he has all the patients in the world.

But not for Heimdall.

A/N: this took a while to write, i'll try my best to keep up my flow and im gratful you read the first chapter of something very chaotic thats brewing.

#heimdall gow #heimdall x reader #heimdall god of war #heimdall #gow #gow oc #oc x self insert #gow x oc #hes so babygirl #mxm romance #heimdall x male oc #writing #hes so pretty

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blueblood99-art · 8 months

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May I represent my story "Flowers in spider webs" (I'll probably change that title later) - Harada x Burado (my OC, you can learn more about her here)

Summary: Burado-chan is a shinigami, who was destined to take Sanosuke's life. Unfortunate thing is that she fell in love with him. And there's a time when she have to do her job.

T/W: blood, death of the main character, really sad shit that broke my heart

Also a little disclaimer - English is not my native language, so if you find any mistakes in the text feel free to share, I always look forward to improve my writing skills ✨

Blood is everywhere: soaked through all his tight, Western clothes, blurring his eyes and dripping from the ends of his cropped red hair. The wounded chest heaves heavily, a dull pain in his arms and legs, like shackles, knocks him to the ground, prevents him from making his way through the bodies of the murdered racetsu. The sun rises over the quiet, peacefully sleeping Ueno. The battle lasted all night, but none of the residents even suspected that on an empty road Harada Sanosuke was chest-blocking them from hordes of bloodthirsty, red-eyed monsters. By dawn it began to rain, the jets of which, like cold blades, cut his cheeks, weighing down his clothes, but at the same time cooling the boiling blood heated in the heat of battle. Sanosuke is dead tired, but he doesn't have time to rest. He promised Shinpachi that they would meet in Sendai. He promised Masa that when this damn war was over, he would return to Edo. Her white, worried face appeared before his eyes.

"Hello," a stooped, sullen figure met him out of the darkness, devouring him with bright yellow eyes.

The familiar voice aroused in him a long-forgotten excitement, as if from another life. Having stumbled, Harada slips on the wet mud and plops down under a large tree, hiding from the rain. His chest is still heaving heavily.

"I've been waiting for you," the grin came out bitter, tired. If this woman is here, then his battles are over. "I thought we'd meet earlier".

In the years since they had to break up, she had become even more beautiful. Coming out of the shadows, Burado-chan easily, mournfully followed under the tree, stepping on the corpses of the stricken enemies, as if not noticing them. The invariable bright red umbrella with the ugly Youkai muzzle was with her again and glowed in the predawn darkness with a pale dark red flame. She turned out to be a beautiful, dignified woman. The soft, rounded features of the face and figure tightened, became thinner, more elegant, and the old black robes of the monks were replaced by a silk kimono with bright red lycoris flowers embroidered on it.

"Harada...". Closing his eyes wearily, he hears the fabric rustling nearby and feels her cold palm on his chest.

A cold tear falls on the cheek, rolls down onto the blood-soaked lips. Opening his heavy eyelids, he sees Burado-chan's face distorted by crying in front of him. Clutching his shoulders with her hands, she hugged his head, pressed her whole body.

"Do you think... Burado-chan... everything could have ended differently?"

"I-I... d-don't know," she sniffs, casually wipes her tears, smearing them on her wet cheeks.

"If only... if we had met under different circumstances, I would have made you my wife," Harada smiles wearily, squeezing the girl's shaking palm. In the dark gray overcast sky, where it connects with the earth, a bright red streak of dawn appears in the east. This night will end with his life. "We would have... lived by the sea in a small hut... raised our children..."

"Y-yes," Harada's pale, bloodless face blurs before her eyes, she hardly squeezes out any sound from her tightly constricted throat. "This... that would be great..."

She kisses him on the forehead, holding the touch for a few moments, inhales his scent in a desperate attempt to remember everything, to keep Harada in her memory. In the tense silence, only the noise of the increasing rain is heard.

"T-Toukabo Shigure... go ahead!"

Finally, she stands up on wobbly legs, carefully placing Sanosuke's head on the ground. Stretching out her hand, she calls youkai to her. Touching the cold metal handle of the umbrella feels alien, unfriendly. A demonic mask covers a reddened, tear-stained face. Her hair is rapidly turning white, turning the color of snow on the night when she and Harada last saw each other.

"B-Burado-chan?.." Harada gasps hoarsely, his eyes can't see anymore. Blindly stretching out his hand, he squeezes the sleeve of her kimono.

"I'm here, Sano-san"

"I think I see it... our house by the sea"

She exhales hoarsely, biting her lips until they bleed.

"Will you wait for me there, Sano?"

"Don't take your time," Sigure muttered, although there was no usual sullenness in his words. A thin black hand rested on the girl's shoulder. She was kneeling next to Harada, her kimono stained with dirt and rasetsu's blood. "You're torturing him. Give him peace"

She seemed not to hear the instructions of her partner, moving her shoulders to shake off his hand. Burado was shaking violently.

"Don't you see, he's starting to rave!" Shigure shouted, pulling the girl by the sleeve of her kimono.

She silently swallowed a heavy lump. Closing her eyes, she stretched out her hand with an umbrella. So it will be easier to force yourself to do it.

"Shigure... let's do it!"

A pale scarlet flame enveloped the paper body of youkai and, obeying the command, he cut off the soul of Harada Sanosuke from the body. In the dark red light of the mask, she saw his body twitch before the life finally left him. Images of his life appeared before her eyes, which Burado, closing her eyes, tried not to see. Here is their happy childhood with Shinichi, full of adventures, unsuccessfully committed seppuku, training in Shieikan, service as a captain of the Shinsengumi. She sees her own face, tense and pale, - the last thing Harada had in front of his eyes. Tears flow from under her mask. For a while she stands there, shaking, as if petrified. Shigure hesitates to speak, silently watching her grief.

"You have a long journey ahead of you. I hope it will be easy," finally, putting her palms together, the girl makes a low bow. May his soul find its way to Jigoku, may Emma-sama be merciful.

#hakuouki #hakuoki #harada sanosuke #harada sanoske #harada x oc #myoc #FISW

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ofdarkestdesires · 1 year

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The Canon Muse List of Of Darkest Desires and Darkest Desires Erotica

So many people have been asking about this...for years now. I specifically don't list the canon characters that I write for because that list is lengthy, and changes with the wind and my personal muse. However, since it is a new year, I suppose it's time we did a full canon character list for this blog. And, as an added note, I will also add at the end of each section notable OC muses that belong to these specific worlds.

Quick key before we get to the list, though: if a character is one of my favorites, they will be bolded and colored. If a character can be written genderswapped, they will be italicized. If a character is written non-canonically, they will be struck-through.

Avatar: Aang, Katara, Sokka, Prince Zuko, Toph Beifong, Suki, Jet, Azula, Mai, Ty-Lee, Princess Yue, Kyoshi, Korra, Mako, Bolin, Asami Sato, Kuvira

Bleach: Ichigo Kurosaki, Rukia Kuchiki, Orihime Inoue, Yasutora "Chad" Sado, Uryu Ishida, Tatsuki Arisawa, Yoruichi Shihoin, Kisuke Urahara, Kukaku Shiba, Sosuke Aizen, Rangiku Matsumoto, Toshiro Hitsugaya, Sui-Feng, Shunsui Kyoraku, Nanao Ise, Isane Kotetsu, Yachiru Retsu Unohana, Isshin Shiba-Kurosaki, Neliel tu Odelschwanck, Grimmjow Jaegerjacques, Tia Harribel, Francheska Mila Rose, Ulquiorra Cifer, Coyote Starrk, Lisa Yadomaru, Mashiro Kuna, Kensei Muguruma, Kirio Hikifune, Bambietta Basterbine, Meninas McAllon, Candice Catnipp // Ryuko Yorukitai

Critical Role: Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Grog Strongjaw, Percy De Rolo, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Allura Vysoren, Kima, Cassandra De Rolo, Delilah Briarwood, Sylas Briarwood, Caleb Widogast, Nott the (Thicc) Brave, Veth Brenatto, Jester Lavorre, Fjord Stone, Beauregard Lionette, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Kingsley Tealeaf, Yasha Nydoorin, Essek Theylyss, Reini, Queen Leylas Kryn, Imogen Temult, Laudna, Ashton Greymoore, Orym, Dorian Storm, Fearne Calloway // Scourge Maelstrom, Twilight Obsidia, Verdexis Sylvain

DC Comics: Bruce Wayne (Batman), Dick Greyson (Nightwing), Jason Todd (Red Hood), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Clark Kent (Superman), Lois Lane, Supergirl, Powergirl, Starfire, Blackfire, Rachel Roth (Raven), Princess Diana (Wonderwoman), Darkseid, Aquaman

Disney: Princess Jasmine, Genie, Jafar, Aladdin, Mulan, Esmeralda, Nani Pelekai, Moana, Maui, Queen Elsa, Pocahontas, Princess Ariel, Ursula, Merida, Princess Kida, Megara, Jessica Rabbit, Kim Possible, Shego, Pacifica Northwest, Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Wendy Corduroy, Eda Clawthorn, Lilith Clawthorn, Amity Blight, Luz Noceda, Willow, Hunter, Helen Parr, Violet Parr

Fairy Tail: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster, Erza Scarlet, Wendy Marvell, Mirajane Strauss, Lisanna Straus, Cana Alberona, Juvia Lockster, Gajeel Redfox, Laxus Dreyar, Ultear Milkovich, Jellal Fernades, Minerva Orland, Sting Eucliff, Rogue Cheney, Yukino Agria, Sorano "Angel" Agria, Erik "Cobra", Irene Belserion, Brandish // Nyx Sylvain

Final Fantasy: Tifa Lockhart, Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough, Barret Wallace, Jessie Raspberry, Yuffie, Scarlet, Sephiroth

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Cho Chang, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Bellatrix Lestrange, Nymphadora Tonks, Fleur Delacour, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Voldemort // Romulus Antares Lestrange-Black

Marvel Comics: Spider-Man (Peter Parker), Spider-Gwen, Miles Morales, Black Cat (Felicia Hardy), Mary-Jane Watson, Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff), Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff), Iron Man (Tony Stark), Captain America (Steve Rogers), She-Hulk (Jennifer Walters), Wolverine (Logan), Wolverine (X-22), Kitty Pride, Thor, Loki, Jean Grey, Storm, Rogue, Wasp (Janet Van Dyne), Nebula, Black Panther (T’challa), Black Panther (Shuri), Captain Marvel

My Hero Academia: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Ochako Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Todoroki Shoto, Mina Ashido, Kirishima Ejirou, Tsuyu Asui, Toru Hagakure, Yu Takeyama (Mt Lady), Nemuri Kayama (Midnight), Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko), Mei Hatsume, Itsuka Kendo, Camie Utsushimi, Keigo Takama (Hawks), Nejire Hado, Himiko Toga, Dabi, Nomu // Tetsuga Bushido (Iron Midknight)

Naruto: Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Choji Akimichi, Ino Yamanaka, Hinata Hyuuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Shino Aburame, Kurenai Yuhi, Tenten Higurashi, Anko Mitarashi, Tsunade Senju, Gaara no Sabaku, Temari no Sabaku, Kankuro no Sabaku, Tayuya, Orochimaru, Mei Temuri, Raikage Ei, Samui, Mabui, Yugito Nii, Konan, Kushina Uzumaki

Nintendo: Princess Zelda (SS/TP/BotW), Link (BotW), Ganondorf (TP/BotW Rehydrated), Impa (SS/Warriors), Midna, Urbosa, Riju, Mipha, Sidon, Paya, Purah, Robbie, Princess Peach, Bowser, Bowsette, Princess Daisy, Pauline, Donkey Kong, Luigi, Samus Aran

One Piece: Nami, Nico Robin, Yamato, Boa Hancock, Luffy D. Monkey, Portgas D. Ace, Trafalgar Law, Roronoa Zoro

Pokemon: Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Misty, Lt. Surge, Sabrina, Lorelei, Bruno, Lance, Giovanni, Gold, Silver, Krystal, Whitney, Jasmine, Clair, Karen, Brenden, May, Roxanne, Brawley, Flannery, Winona, Tate, Liza, Maxie, Archie, Admin Shelly, Admin Courtney, Phoebe, Drake, Steven, Wallace, Lucy, Anabel, Lucas, Dawn, Cheryl, Gardinia, Fantina, Volkner, Commander Mars, Commander Jupiter, Lucian, Cynthia, Hilbert, Hilda, Rosa, Ashley (B/W Mom), Lenora, Cheren, Bianca, Roxie, Elesa (B2W2), Skyla, Brayden, N, Caitlyn, Grimsley, Shauntal, Marshall, Iris, Professor Kukui, Professor Burnet, Olivia, Guzma, Lusamine, Sonia, Leon, Bede, Marnie, Nessa, Kabu, Bea, Gordie, Melony, Raihan, Oleanna, Klara, Honey, Burgundy (Scar/Vi Mom), Cylene, Adaman, Irida, Arezu, Mai, Ingo, Palina, Gaeric, Lady Cogita, Nemona, Penny, Arvin, Dendra, Saguaro, Raifort, Brassius, Katy, Iono, Tulip, Grusha, Professor Sada, Professor Turo, Mela, Giacomo, Atticus, Eri

RWBY: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao-Long, Jaune Arc, Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, Lie Ren, Glynda Goodwitch, Professor Ozpin, Cardin Winchester, Coco Adel, Fox Alistair, Velvet Scarletina, Yatsuhashi Daichi, Roman Torchwick, Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai, Mercury Black, Neopolitan, Hei Xiong, Miltia Malachite, Melanie Malachite, May Zedong, Arslan Atlan, Sun Wukong, Adam Taurus, Qrow Branwen, Raven Branwen, Taiyang Xiao-Long, Summer Rose, James Ironwood, Salem, Oscar Pine, Kali Belladonna, Ghira Belladonna, Sienna Khan, Ilia Amiitola, Saphron Cotta-Arc, Terra Cotta-Arc, Winter Schnee, Willow Schnee, Harriett Bree, Elm Ederne // Stark Ryker/Fall, Fenris Silbern, Russet "Rusty" Vulcan, Hozukimaru Wukong, Cherrybomb Alistair, Baelfieyr Zirconia, Zephyr Zirconia-Nikos, Scarlet Zirconia-Nikos, Lupin Zirconia-Nikos, Bast Zirconia-Belladonna, Shrike Zirconia-Branwen, Kyrstal Zirconia-Schnee, Sirius Silbern, Orion Braith, Clay Taurus

Skyrim: Yngvelja Ashkeeper (Dragonborn), Serana Volkihar, Lydia, Aela the Huntress, Mjoll the Lioness, Maven Black-Briar, Astrid, Queen Elisif, Thalmor Ambassador Elenwen

Xenoblade: Shulk, Reyn, Fiora, Dunban, Sharla, Melia, Rex, Pyra, Mythra, Malos, Jin, Nia, Mòrag Ladair, Brighid, Vandham, Eunie, Mio // Gairic Dáraig

Other: Chel Dorado, Ember McClain, Desiree, Danny Phantom, Gwen Tennyson, Charmcaster, Ben Tennyson, Kevin Levin, Gwen (TDI), Courtney (TDI), Bridgette (TDI), Heather (TDI), Bulma Briefs, Android 18, Android 21, Bayonetta, Lara Croft, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Melissandra, Sandor Clegane

#muse list

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entertainmentgirl80 · 1 year

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Story Time With Uncle Jake (Jake "Hangman" Seresin X OC Female Reader) 👨‍👧🎀💕📖

Jake "Hangman" Seresin X Anastasia Floyd (KoKo & Bob's daughter) poc (biracial) reader.

Warning: Lot Of Fluff, Softie Jake, And That It

It's a lovely sunny day in San Diego, California the birds are chipping, the sky is blue, and people gone bout their business as always, so while y'all at the ice cream place, uncle Jake is taking you getting some ice cream, "what kind of ice cream that you getting sweetie?" Uncle Jake said to you, "mhmmm I'm thinking I'll getting the cookies & cream ice cream uncle." The little girl nodded, so after y'all getting y'all ice cream from the shop, you two went to the park and while yall walking around in the park while eating ice cream, the little girl asked you something: "uncle Jake?", she asked, "yes sweetheart?" He shrugged, "can you tell me a story about how my parents met?" "Sure sweetheart let find a bench to sit so I can tell you the story okay?", So as you two found a bench near where the water fountain at, y'all already sitting down and he started to tell the story:

"Okay sweetheart here it's goes once upon a time, I'm met your mom at a bar and it's called the hard deck." "What is a hard deck?" She curious to ask, "it's a imaginary line meant to represent the ground when performing air-to-air combat maneuvers above 5,000 feet ground level." "Ohhh just like when you fly planes to shoot someone." She said to you, "yeah kinda sorta like that darlin but let me finished the story, anyway me, uncle Rooster, & your dad came in the bar from work that evening, at first I'm was flirting with your mom-", "wait a minute you try to flirt with my mom uncle Jake?" She interrupted you from storytelling with a shocking face, "yes but that not what you think honey, can, can I go back to telling the story and stop interrupting me?" "Okay you continue uncle Jake" she said to you, "thank you love sooo yes I'm did flirt with her at first but we just end of being the best of friends, and so that how your dad come in."

"So after I'm met your mom, me & the navy guys (which is your dad with us by the way) got our drinks and your mom was chilling drinking her drink (and no is not alcohol by the way)" he chuckled. "Then your dad was nervous to go talk to your mom though but your father was something else you know", "why he something else though uncle?" She said to you, "because he more awkward but nerdy in a good way he just need a little push so I'm give him that.", "did it work?" She said to you, "yes it's did work and that how your mom & dad fall in love with each other that night, The end." A big grin on his face after he done telling you the story. "That was a good story uncle Jake," then it's hit you that the child that Jake were talking to it's revealed that little girl is five-year-old Anastasia as she getting older, she is resemble of both KoKo's & Bob's qualities & features because she got brown eyes, her hair is jet black like her mom but with loose curls however she is more a splitting image of her mother because of her caramel light brown skinned skin tone but she do got that shy but smart personality from her dad as well but dash of little sassiess with mixed with sweetness from her mom though. "Hey uncle Jake?" Anastasia said to you, "What up Ana?" He said back to you, "thank you for telling the story and also thank you for introducing my parents from you as well." Jake hugs her while they still sitting on the bench, "no problem darlin, you know I'm always be here for you till I'll old & gray." He said to you while he give you a big grin on his face and Anastasia smiled at him back. 💕😊

A/N: this is one-shot but spinoff story between KoKo & Bob's daughter Anastasia in a time jump as she getting older and Jake Seresin telling about how her parents, hope you enjoy this story though. 😌

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #hangman #hangman top gun #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x f!reader #jake seresin x poc fem!reader #biracial

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ghostcaterwaul · 1 year

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Answer these for whatever OC you'd like to ^-^ 💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to? 💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite? ✂️ SCISSORS - what is the “last straw” for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people? 📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

Okay, I’m gonna do a different OC for each question then!

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

Not exactly a habit, more of a negative character trait, but Olly just hates being told what to do. Like, if someone tells her to do something and she was planning on doing that thing anyways, she’ll change her mind about doing it just because someone told her to. She’s also like, overly confrontational at times and can be antagonistic for seemingly no reason (she always has reasons, they just don’t make sense to anyone but her.) She’s not necessarily looking for fights, but she’s always ready for one.

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouquet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

This is for Alice, based off of my vague knowledge of flower meanings/symbolism, meant to be representative of her, rather than given to her.

White Oleander - beware

She’s an absolute train wreck, she just hides it really well (at first). She often ends up hurting people who get close to her without meaning to.

Lavender - distrust

Foxglove - secrecy

Has trust issues, therefore keeps a lot of secrets, even when someone has proven themselves trustworthy time and time again.

Daffodil - Unrequited love

Camellia - longing

These concepts are pretty central to Alice’s story.

Purple Hyacinth - regret

Has so many regrets...

I feel bad for making the explanations so vague here, but I’m in the early enough stages of this WIP that anything about it could change and if I put like, any super concrete details about it out there, I’m going to feel obligated to keep those things even if they aren’t working with the story, etc.

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the “last straw” for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

Jet almost never cuts people out of his life unless they do something harmful to someone that’s not him, mostly because he doesn’t always realize when someone isn’t treating him right, but he’ll notice it if it happens to someone else. He’ll put up with waayyy more bullshit than he should though. It’s a problem.

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

Misty really likes to make jewelry out of flowers and twigs she’s found by braiding them together. Is almost always wearing a flower crown that she’s made.

#my ocs #oc ask game #oc: olly gray #oc: alice hansen #oc: jet gray #oc: misty sawyer

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 1 year

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Ghost Story - Chapter 36

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 2219

Warnings: Swearing, allusion to death (apologizing in advance for this one...)

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: The chapters/large parts in italics are flashbacks. Also so sorry it took this long to get the next chapter posted- I've had a lot going on :(

Chapter Songs: Wolves Dagger One Is Hit/Time To Let Go

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Rooster

"Launch."

Cyclone's order came through loud and clear, even over the thundering of Rooster's heart. He watched Ghost take off, her wings leaving sharp contrails as she pulled upward into the cloudy gray skies. He soon followed, racing after her, not wanting to let her out of his sight for a second. Once Ghost had Rooster in her sights at her six, she lowered her plane dangerously close to the choppy black waves of the ocean. Although Rooster mimicked her action, he glanced nervously around. Despite joining the Navy and being aboard a ship most of the year, the open ocean unnerved him. It'd been where his dad died, and even now, after all these years, he could still see the ghostly appearance of Maverick clutching onto Nick Bradshaw's lifeless body in the waves. He'd never seen images of this, of course, nor had he witnessed the accident, but once ten-year-old Bradley fully comprehended what happened, he'd dreamt up the memory. It continued to stick with him.

"How do you want to tackle the bombing runs?" He asked Ghost, needing something to distract him from his morbid thoughts.

"We'll attack the hangars first. If enemies are already in the air, we don't want any more joining them. Then we'll turn around and line up with the next buildings so long as their anti-air defenses allow us," Ghost replied calmly. "About to enter the valley. Setting timer in three... two... one... now."

They shot into the ravine, easily navigating the relatively straightforward geography with precision. Having both been on missions with lower ceilings and narrower corridors, Rooster couldn't help but think what a walk in the park this part of the mission was. Hopefully, the rest of it would go as smoothly, but with how nervous Maverick and Ghost had been about it, Rooster had his doubts.

For fifteen minutes, they zipped through the ravine, only near the end passing SAMs perched on the tops of the mountains. A shudder passed down his spine, remembering the last time he'd encountered one. It'd shot him down, and he'd joined Maverick on the ground. The SAM hadn't been the only thing to ground him that day. Mav might as well have done the same thing when he shoved him, furious that Rooster was on the ground with him. A little arguing, a little shouting, and one good point made by Bradley calmed the irate captain down immediately. Looking back on it, Rooster could laugh, but he certainly hadn't been in the moment.

"Approaching target area. Prepare to attack," Ghost announced, lowering her jet even closer to the ground, practically skimming the trees underneath. "Rooster, get ready to destroy anything I might miss in my first run."

"It's you, Ghost. You won't miss," Rooster said confidently, and he was right. Watching her line up the shot, aim, and fire, she nailed the targets on the head, effectively taking them out in one fell swoop. Below, Rooster could see the terrorists running about in a panic, desperately searching for something- anything- to defend themselves from the onslaught brought forth by Ghost and her wingman.

"See any enemy fighters?" Ghost queried, banking a hard right and zeroing her sights on a new cluster of buildings.

"Nothing on radar and I don't see any in sight," he responded, wary about how easy the mission- which had been essentially deemed a suicide mission- was going. There should've been more resistance or something. What was off? Did they really hit the terrorist base during the one time they had no fighters in the air? Rooster doubted it.

"Shit!" Ghost swerved violently to the left, and without noticing what she avoided, Rooster followed. He didn't have to wait long for an answer. "Enemy fighters! Four of them!"

"Where the hell did they come from?!" Rooster demanded, scanning the skies to locate the hostiles. He spotted two above them, another one to his left and the last one to his right. They circled him and Ghosts like sharks, and a rush of rage coursed through him at the mere idea of any of the hostiles going after his leader.

"Rooster, stay focused on the buildings and low to the ground. It'll be harder for them to target us," Ghost instructed, flipping her plane around to line up for another strike. He simply responded with a "Yes, ma'am," intending to stick to her side until they returned to the carrier.

For the next ten agonizing minutes, Rooster and Ghost dodged the bullets, and missiles set their way, albeit narrowly, using the smoke from the explosions and their superior aircraft to evade. However, Rooster recognized that four against two still wasn't good odds, and they still had to make it back to the carrier without the enemy fighters finding out what country they served. The pilots would have no choice but to shoot them down, and now Bradley realized why the mission had been so deadly.

"Targets destroyed. I have two missiles remaining, plus 529 bullets left," Ghost informed, keeping low to the ground. "Rooster, what's your weapons count?"

"Three missiles and 654 bullets. How do we want to tackle this?"

"They're all Mig-29s, so it's not like we can take the slowest or oldest out first. Let's go for the closest ones. Stay on my wing."

"I've got your six, Ghost," Rooster assured, switching to missiles. They zeroed in on the nearest pair of Migs. Ghost instructed her wingman to stay behind them while she dipped beneath them, unbeknownst to the enemies. She shot up between the team in the blink of an eye, forcing them to break off from one another. Rooster went for the left one while Ghost somersaulted her plane to face the ground and chased after the right one.

"I got 'em!" Ghost announced, a slight tone of relief in her voice.

"Yeah! That's my girl!" Hangman cheered, and Rooster could hear the grin on his comrade's face.

"Bagged mine," Rooster added. "Looks like we're tied now for active air-to-air kills, Bagman."

"Don't get cocky. You still have two to take out, and my bets are on Ghost getting them."

"You going to be okay if she beats you out for number one?"

"She's the only one I'd allow it willingly."

"I appreciate the vote of confidence and the compliment, but we have a long way to go," Ghost said, unnaturally calm in the intense situation. "Let's take care of those other two. They're not going to- shit! I'm hit!"

"What?! Are you okay?!" Rooster demanded, scanning her plane for any sign of damage. "What hit you?"

"Gunfire from below. Appears we missed an AA gun. It didn't hit anything major, but one hit my nose and is causing a blockage for my bullets. I can only shoot missiles now. Guess I'm going to have to make my last shot count, and you'll have to take out the last."

"We need to take care of the anti-aircraft fire, too. If they could get you-"

"Go for it. I'll cover you."

Taking a deep breath and repeating the mantra "Don't think, just do" in his head, he circled around, searching for the weapon that had shot Ghost. It didn't take long to find them. They were aiming specifically for her and still firing. Rooster swiftly locked onto them, releasing a missile at the last second before pulling up to ensure nothing messed with the lock. It was a bullseye.

"Rooster, we need to split these fighters up," Ghost said, pulling ahead of him. "It seems I'm the target, so if we break, they're going to follow me. If they do, I want you to get behind them and take them out."

"That's risky..."

"I know, but I can handle it. Now, on the count of three, you go left, I'll go right. Three...two... one... break!"

Ghost and I diverted paths from each other, and as she predicted, the enemy fighters chased after her. I raced after them, attempting but failing to get a good lock on either. Between Ghost's mercurial flight path and their attempt to follow her, it became impossible. When I noted this to Ghost, she pulled Maverick's signature move: the Cobra. She executed the maneuver flawlessly, albeit narrowly missing scraping the canopy of one of the Migs with her engine. Her action's sheer unexpectedness and brazenness stunned the enemies long enough for me to get a lock and fire at one of them, but my missile missed by a hair's breadth. Ghost took the shot instead, and luck was on her side because hers did hit.

"You have to take out the last one, Rooster," Ghost remarked, flying alongside him as they zeroed in on the last target. "I'm out of missiles, and my guns are useless."

One missile left and some bullets. If Mav could take out two fifth gens in a fourth gen with the same ammo, I can do this. If I can blindly and accurately shoot a missile into a tiny opening, then I can do this. With those affirmations in mind, Rooster steeled himself and began the effort of locking onto the last Mig. He had to make the shot count because both his and Ghost's lives depended on it, and shooting an enemy plane with gunfire wasn't as simple as they made it look in movies, nor as easy as Maverick made it look.

However, their last opponent must've been top of their class because no matter how hard Rooster tried to get a lock, the Mig kept evading. "Come on, Rooster, come on!" he hissed under his breath, annoyed with himself. Maverick and Ghost would've had him by him now, so why couldn't he?

Oh, let's not go down that road... he thought, knowing fully well what the answer was.

"Rooster, you've got this," Ghost encouraged calmly, "don't lose focus."

As if her words breathed the wish into existence, Bradley got a lock on the Mig, a strong one.

"Firing!" Rooster announced. He watched the projectile speed toward the target, unwavering, straight and true and-

"Oh, what the fuck?!" he demanded in exasperation when the Mig somersaulted out of the way, narrowly dodging the missile. Rooster and Ghost zipped past him, now in an impossible situation: her out of ammo and unable to use her guns, him only able to use his guns on a plane that was quicker than his. How could he catch up?

"Shit, he's on us!" Ghost said, flying crisscross patterns with Rooster in an attempt to throw off the enemy's missile targeting system.

"Do you need air support?" Maverick asked, the well-hidden undertone of worry in his voice.

"Negative," Cyclone remarked. "Unless enemies are within range of the carrier, we will not be launching air support."

Hangman scoffed before Maverick could respond. "What do you mean 'negative'? If they're in trouble-"

"That's what made this mission so risky. I stand by what I said. The answer is no, Lieutenant Seresin."

"Rooster, break on the count of three. Hopefully, the enemy follows me so you can get behind him," Ghost instructed firmly. She counted down, and on three, they parted. "Damn it! He's going after you, Rooster! We need another plan!"

"I'm all ears!"

"Shit..." Ghost breathed, her voice trembling. "Okay, I have an idea. Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

"Bring him around, so the sun is on his right. I'll come at him from the side and use the sun to hide me. Then, I'll fly between y'all and have him fly through my jetwash."

"Ghost, the timing on that will have to be exact. If you miss it by a second-"

"This is the only way right now with him on your tail. He's in a lighter, faster aircraft, and you're the only one between us with weapons. We need to disorient him. While he's in the stall, you can take him out with gunfire. It's not ideal, but it's him or us, and I'm choosing us."

An ominous feeling settled in his bones. Rooster despised this plan, and all the nightmares that had plagued him from the day he accepted to join the mission to now burst forth in his mind: Ghost crashing into the ground from an unrecoverable inferno. If she died pulling this stunt to save his life...

But they had no other choice. It's not like Rooster had any better ideas. Reluctantly, he did as she ordered. As soon as he pulled into position, Ghost informed him she was on her way, coming at them from the right and using the sun as a shield.

"I'm almost there," she said, "Almost there. And if this doesn't work out, well, no one will miss a ghost."

"When we get back, I'm going to talk to you about comedic timing," he replied, the foreboding sensation running down his spine again. She's got this. You're being paranoid.

Rooster turned around to see where Ghost was, hoping he'd get to watch her fly between him and the Mig so he could time his own turnaround correctly.

But that didn't happen.

Instead, Rooster watched in horror as Ghost, coming in with her plane at a ninety-degree angle, sliced through the Mig, causing a massive explosion. The remnants of both jets spiraled to the ground, along with Rooster's heart and sanity. ****

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Project Mockingbird Ch. 12

summary: Charlotte bonds with Calla while the team is gone until something big interrupts the night.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

author's note: wooooo, a long chapter! we're picking up steam over here! let me know what you think!

tag list: @bangtanxberm @scott-loki-barnes (let me know if you want to be added <3)

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The compound was fully awake and buzzing with the news of what had happened earlier that morning as Charlotte headed to the hangar for her next challenge — piloting the Quinjet. A particularly bold group of agents gawked at her as they ran by in a pack, whispering to each other.

“I heard she almost killed Agent Scott,” One muttered to the agent jogging beside her.

“If you can still talk then you aren’t running hard enough, agents!” Maria Hill barked from behind the group, feet kicked up on the dash of the cart she was riding in. She winked at Charlotte as they drove by.

Taking a deep breath, she let the wave of irritation roll off of her. Most of the actual agents were kind, professional, tactful. It was the trainees that caused the most trouble. The ones who were top of their class at whatever Ivy League school they went to, high ranking in the military or CIA or whichever organization they’d been recruited from. They felt like they were on top of the world after being accepted into SHIELD’s elite training program. It showed. Eventually, the egomaniacal ones would be weeded out. Either by dismissal from the program or being humbled in action. Until then, they’d continue being the thorn in her side. At the very least, she didn’t seem to be the only one who had problems with their egos, if Calla’s lack of disciplinary action towards her opening a can of whoop-ass earlier said anything.

The hangar looked larger than life, even more imposing in the daylight than it had looked before sunrise. Sleek slate gray walls rose high above her head, massive doors open to allow the aircraft to pass in and out. A long row of Quinjets spread down the side of the building, ready for takeoff at a moments’ notice. A few more remained inside the hangar for maintenance, or enhancements being made.

A seasoned pilot, Lieutenant Rodriguez, awaited her by the hangars entrance. "You ready for this, Agent Rossi?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Charlotte replied, suppressing the flutter of nerves. “You can call me Charlotte, by the way.”

Rodriguez nodded and led her towards one of the Quinjets being serviced. They approached the base of the jet, a cool spring breeze blowing through the massive open hangar door. Slowly, they walked around the outside of the aircraft, with Agent Rodriguez pointing out every feature from the hover mechanics to the shield generator to the ballistics hidden beneath the shell. He explained the science behind stealth mode and the adaptations made for the most recent fleet. Finally, he paused at the base of the ramp.

“Any questions so far?”

She shook her head. “No sir.”

He paused, doing a double take at her. “Do you really have that…perfect memory?”

“I don’t know about perfect,” She shrugged. “Let’s just say it’s pretty difficult for me to forget anything without extensive shock therapy. Don’t recommend, by the way.”

Agent Rodriguez cleared his throat, not sure how to respond. “Well, shall we?”

They strode up the ramp into the Quinjet, where he did the same in-depth history lesson on the entire interior. Charlotte had a feeling all of this detail probably wasn’t necessary, but she heard him out anyway. They finally made their way to the cockpit where he talked through the controls, explaining each one patiently. The quinjet's complexity was astounding, but it was surprisingly simple to pilot, seeing as it was meant to be flown in high stakes combat situations. They’d evolved to be intuitive and easy to control in case the pilot was under duress while flying. She took a deep breath, trying not to think of her friends who’d flown one into a dangerous place just that morning. After the entire instrument panel had been explained, Agent Rodriguez switched the aircraft into simulation mode, where she could get the feel for all the controls without actually getting airborne…yet.

"First, familiarize yourself with the navigation controls," Rodriguez instructed. "Feel the thrusters respond to your touch."

The hangar echoed with the hum of the quinjet's engines as Charlotte tentatively manipulated the controls. The aircraft responded, but her movements were hesitant.

"Confidence is key, Charlotte. The quinjet is an extension of yourself," Rodriguez advised.

Charlotte nodded, absorbing the advice. She pushed herself to grow accustomed to the controls, gradually gaining confidence. It wasn’t that she was afraid of flying, she really didn’t mind it. It was more of the unfamiliarity, of being in control of something so massive. She’d only really been exposed to this kind of technology for the past two years. She’d never even driven a car before. Skipping straight to the highest-tech aircraft in existence felt like a giant leap. Rodriguez observed her progress as they moved through different aspects, offering guidance when needed.

“Alright, are you ready to take it out for a spin?”

Charlotte swung her head around to look at him, gaping. “What? Now? Today?”

“I don’t see why not. You’ve mastered everything I’ve told you so far, and these are equipped with emergency autopilot activation, so if you take your hands off of the controls, it’ll keep you airborne all on its own.”

She raised an eyebrow, assessing his calm demeanor. “Alright. I suggest you buckle up, though. I don’t even have a drivers’ license.”

He didn’t seem phased, but clicked the buckle across his chest anyways, chuckling. Charlotte was grateful for his patience as he talked her through how to steer the jet out the open hangar door. When he finished and looked at her expectantly, she bit her lip.

“Would you mind to…could you just show me first?” She ran a hand through her hair. “I’m more of a…visual learner.”

He smiled and nodded. “Of course.” As he talked through what he was doing, Charlotte locked in on his movements. The order he flipped switches on, the pressure he applied to the joysticks, the directions his eyes flicked and what he was monitoring. Every detail locked into place in her brain as he gently set the jet down on the landing pad outside the hangar. As sunlight streamed in the massive windshield, she took a deep breath, cycling through the steps she’d just committed to memory.

"Your turn. Remember what I said about altitude control," Rodriguez said, guiding her through the process of lifting the quinjet off the ground. As the aircraft ascended, Charlotte's heart flipped. Her movements were mechanical, perfectly imitating what she’d seen him do, reciting the steps out loud as if she was reading from a textbook.

For the next hour, they practiced navigation, altitude adjustments, and basic maneuvers. Rodriguez praised her improvements, but Charlotte's tension lingered. From her training with Bucky, she was well aware of her own weakness. She could learn, but she had to be able to adapt. It was easy for her to watch Agent Rodriguez perform a maneuver and then precisely execute it in the exact same circumstance, but would she be able to perform this skill outside of this scenario? Could she execute the same sharply banked turn in an airborne firefight with an enemy? Could she pull this steep climb up the face of a cliff during an escape? Would she be able to take off during mass chaos inside the cockpit, where she didn’t have the luxury of pacing herself exactly as he had done it? Her training with Bucky had admittedly given her many useful skills, but it had taken away the blind confidence she had in her abilities to learn and then do. She couldn’t mimic something she’d never seen. Almost every mission would require spur of the moment decisions, flexibility, growth. She wouldn’t have someone to absorb information from. She had to know these things inside and out and be able to perform them when it counted. That’s what was making her grip the controls like a vice. Not the fear of heights, not the speed, but the pressure of truly learning this so that when it mattered…she wouldn’t need to be rescued.

As the lesson progressed, Charlotte found herself settling into a rhythm.

"Alright, Charlotte, let's try a controlled descent," Rodriguez suggested. “Do you want me to show you first and then we can go back up for you to try?”

She stopped herself before she could say yes. “Actually, I’d like to try this one myself first. Can you talk me through it? Like we’re on comms?”

He nodded, giving her a reassuring smile before giving her step by step instructions. It was a little rockier than the ascent, with her relying on the human side of her brain rather than the enhanced. As she got the hang of it, they descended more smoothly, and Charlotte marveled at the sensation of control she was gaining. By the time they touched back on the landing pad, Charlotte had logged several hours of flight time. She taxied the quinjet back into the hangar, feeling a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment.

"Great job, Agent Rossi. You've got the potential to be a skilled pilot," Rodriguez commended her, extending a hand for her to shake. “Charlotte.”

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The atmosphere in Calla's quarters was warm and welcoming as Charlotte stepped inside the next night. The apartment, though much smaller than the communal Avengers space, exuded a cozy charm. The aroma of pasta wafted through the air, instantly making Charlotte's stomach growl.

"Hope you're hungry. I'm no culinary expert, but my Italian blood picks up the slack," Calla said, a playful grin on her face.

"Hungry doesn't even begin to cover it," Charlotte replied, realizing how famished she was after her intensive training session. The team had only been gone two days and she was shocked at how much she struggled with the isolation. She’d been on her own for two years, and in the couple months she’d been with the team, it had become her new normal. Her very much preferred normal. The past two days, she’d avoided the common room as much as possible. It felt too big and empty. Even the grounds with the other agents felt preferable to that. Luckily after yesterday morning’s incident, no one seemed too keen to harass her. Between flight lessons, doing solo simulations in the training room, and her normal strength and conditioning; she was beat. It was a welcome relief when Calla had sent word through FRIDAY to invite her to dinner.

"So, Calla," Charlotte began, sipping from her wine glass, "I'm sure you've got some interesting stories from your time here. What's it like working with the Avengers?"

Calla chuckled, a warmth in her eyes as she recalled various encounters. "Oh, where do I even begin? Well, there was this one time when Tony accidentally activated his suit's repulsors during a team meeting. Papers everywhere, and he blamed it on a malfunction."

Charlotte laughed, imagining the scene. "Classic Tony. Always the showman, even in mishaps."

"Exactly," Calla agreed, "But it's not just the tech mishaps. I once had to explain to Thor why we couldn't replicate the flavor of Asgardian mead in a pill form. That was a challenging day."

They settled at the small dining table, laden with plates of pasta, fresh bread and two glasses of wine. Charlotte took a bite of the steaming pasta, eyes rolling back at the rich flavor. "This is incredible. You're severely underselling your cooking skills." She took another bite and spoke through a full mouth. “Sam Wilson is a lucky man.”

Calla chuckled. "I'm glad you like it. So, tell me more about your training. Yesterday you mentioned flight lessons?."

"Yeah, it's a learning curve, but I'm getting there," Charlotte said between bites.

“Forgive me for being so forward, but isn’t learning kind of your thing?” Calla’s eyes were kind, not at all teasing or malicious.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Charlotte chuckled, taking a sip of her wine. “It’s complicated. Or maybe I just make it complicated. If I see it, I can mimic it. It’s like my body just…knows what to do. If you tell me something, or if I read something, I remember it. The hard part is with things that I can’t see, can’t imitate. Things like instinct, spur of the moment decisions, situations I haven’t seen before. You can’t teach that stuff.”

Calla paused for a moment, watching her. “That bothers you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.” She twirled the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. “I don’t like feeling incompetent.”

“From what I’ve seen, you’re far from incompetent. Your abilities make you a force to be reckoned with. Especially considering everything you managed to do before coming here. Getting out of cryofreeze, making your way across the world after not even having seen this decade before? I’d say that’s pretty adaptable.”

Charlotte chuckled. “Thanks. I know how to survive, I can figure things out. I just feel slower, I guess. I’m used to it being automatic, like it’s programmed into me. Well,” She shrugged. “It is.”

“I know it doesn’t change anything…but I am sorry. For everything you went through.” She gave a soft smile.

“Don’t be sorry. We can’t change the past, right? Besides, I wouldn’t ever be able to work an office job anyways.”

Calla laughed, sensing it was time to change the subject. She volunteered more stories about herself, much to Charlotte’s relief. They talked about her childhood, her experiences in the military, all the juicy details of her love life with Sam. By the time they finished dinner, their stomachs were hurting both from the amount of bread and pasta they’d eaten and the amount of laughing they’d done.

“So that really makes a black eye go away faster?” Charlotte marveled.

Calla smiled knowingly. "Yep. Cold compresses and arnica gel. Trick of the trade.”

“Damn, where were you when I first got here?”

“Same place I always am, holed up in the lab!” She winked as she cleared the table.

"So, what's the deal with Bucky?" Charlotte ventured, feigning casual curiosity. “I mean, he and Sam are close, right?”

Calla raised an eyebrow. "You're asking about Barnes? Why? Interested?" She winked.

Charlotte toyed with her hair, "No, no…not like that. Just curious. I mean, he's a bit…prickly."

Calla chuckled. "He’s not exactly warm and fuzzy. You're not the first to be curious. He’s difficult to read. Even Sam wondered where they stood for a while. I think he just decided he and Barnes were friends one day and eventually he stopped fighting it.”

“That sounds about right,” Charlotte laughed. “The problem is, I can’t tell which one of us is fighting it. I feel like we just don’t…mesh like we should.”

“Some people would call that sexual tension.”

“Calla!”

“I’m just saying.” She shrugged and sipped her wine.

“It’s definitely not like that.” Charlotte rolled her shoulders, suddenly uncomfortable in her seat.

“Would you want it to be?”

“No!” She met Calla’s unconvinced gaze. “It wouldn’t work, it doesn’t make sense. We can’t even make it through a training session together without being at each others’ throats.”

“Again, some people are into that.”

Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh at her nonchalance.

“But seriously, you don’t think Barnes is good looking?” Calla leaned forward on her elbows.

“Well, he’s obviously good looking. The problem isn’t that. It’s him. He’s too serious, he’s controlling, he’s overbearing and intense and broody. He treats me like I’m helpless, like some stupid kid.”

“Does he treat you that way or is that just the way you feel?”

“I’m sorry, is this dinner or therapy?”

“Little of both.” Calla winked. “Well, for what it’s worth, Sam seems to think there’s more to your…dynamic than meets the eye. He said Bucky isn’t easily baited into arguments, but he seems to have a short fuse with you.”

“Lucky me.” Charlotte rolled her eyes, reaching for the bottle of wine to refill her glass.

“I’m just saying, the opposite of love isn’t hate. It’s indifference. He is definitely not indifferent when it comes to you.”

For a moment, Charlotte said nothing. She finished pouring the wine and set the bottle back on the table, taking a slow sip.

“I don’t see him as the relationship type.”

“So far, he really hasn’t been. Sam, Steve, Nat, and even Tony, have all tried setting him up. But he's a tough one to crack. Even when he obliges them, it usually ends in a polite date at best. He never even calls them back. I think he’s had a few hookups here and there when they go out drinking, or when Stark has parties at the Tower, but he’s pretty private about that stuff. Even from Sam.”

Charlotte swallowed, throat dry. She hadn’t exactly assumed Bucky had been celibate his whole post-HYDRA life, had she? Truthfully, she hadn’t really thought of it at all. Her life of freedom had only just gotten to the fun part when she was recruited by Natasha. Even so, the fun part hadn’t extended to that kind of fun. Did she expect the same from him?

Seeming to read the expression on her face, Calla spoke again. “How’s training been? You still feeling okay?” Her eyes flicked to the metal bracelet on Charlotte’s wrist.

“Yeah, more or less. It’s definitely a nuisance, impossible to ignore.” She twisted it around, eying it distastefully.

“Good. I had a hand in picking out the alarm tone, you know.” She smirked.

“Of course you did. Just when I was starting to like you.” Charlotte scoffed playfully. “So you’re somehow involved in everything, engaged to one of my roommates, and helped engineer the very bane of my existence…and you stayed completely under the radar the whole time?”

“It’s easy to stay hidden when no one is looking for you.” She smiled. “Were you looking for any signs of Sam being in a relationship? Did you have any interest in the rest of the science and engineering team? Did you try to get to know anyone else in the lab?”

“I guess not,” Charlotte thought. “You just hid in plain sight.”

“I’m glad I came out of hiding for this weekend.” Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she raised her glass.

“Me too.” Charlotte returned her smile, clinking her glass against Calla’s. “I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you get to do your own research, your own experiments? Or do you have assignments?”

“A little of both. We have projects as a team, goals we’re working towards. Finding breakthroughs for faster healing, perfecting new types of shields and weaponry, things like that. We also have blanket funding for other research we want to conduct. Although, truth be told, I love the research I’m assigned to. It’s hard enough to tear myself away just to eat and sleep.”

Charlotte nodded slowly. “Are you looking for a new project?”

“Did you have one in mind?” Calla raised an eyebrow.

“I just…I feel like I’m incomplete. Like they glitched in my programming, or whatever. Mentally, everything is great. I just feel like I’m not where I should be, physically.” She held her wrist up, dangling the bracelet again.

“Charlotte, you’re a genetically engineered super soldier. You’re head and shoulders above the average human in every way. Not to mention the edge you have from your mental enhancements.” Her gaze was wary, her tone more serious.

“I know, I know. I guess I just wonder what would be possible if someone good had been in charge of…everything. If it could have turned out better.”

“Human experimentation is a dangerous and unethical game. We don’t condone that here.”

“What if you had a willing test subject?”

“Charlotte…are you seiously asking what I think you are?” Her face was incredulous.

“I don’t even really know what I’m asking.” She shifted in her seat. “After you told me your specialties, it just got me thinking. What if we can work together? I mean, HYDRA might still be out there. If they are, they’re definitely working on something bigger and badder. If we want to have an edge, to get to breakthroughs before they do…shouldn’t we try?” Her eyes were wide and genuine. “It’s not like you’d be ruining my life. That train left the station about seventy years ago.”

Calla chewed her bottom lip, less composed than Charlotte had seen her all night.

Before she could respond, the quiet atmosphere was shattered by an earth-shaking explosion that reverberated through the compound. The empty plates rattled on the table, wine sloshing in the glasses. Both women sprang to their feet, their eyes wide with alarm.

"What the hell was that?" Charlotte exclaimed, arms out for balance as the tremors slowed down.

Calla rushed to the balcony, throwing open the door as she ran, her eyes scanning the night sky. "That sounded like an attack outside the shield. But who would dare..."

Before she could finish, the sky erupted in streaks of light as rockets were fired from a distant aircraft. It was a few miles away, but clearly visible in the night sky. They were banking hard, circling back. Their aim wasn’t on the compound itself, but on one of the shield generators. It was deep in the woods, buried underground. Although it was within it’s own protection, if enough damage was done to the ground around it, the displaced earth could damage it even inside the shield. This was one of three generators, but the loss of one would severely increase the load on the others. Another explosion shook the earth as flames exploded into the sky above the treeline. The enemy's assault on the shield protecting the compound was relentless.

Charlotte's heart pounded. She knew the protocols for such situations – rally the Avengers, secure the perimeter, get the agents to the designated safe zones. A sinking feeling in her gut told her there was something more to this. It was nearly midnight, meaning the compound was at its emptiest. The only people here were the few that lived here, the agents on night patrol, and the ones assigned to the mission the team was away on. The mission that drew the most important members of the team the furthest away from the compound, right before it was attacked.

It was a trap.

"Calla, we need to go. Now," Charlotte urged, urgency cutting through the chaos.

They sprinted through Calla’s apartment and tore down the halls. After emerging from the back stairwell to the lab, they froze in the night air, witnessing the alarming scene unfolding across the compound. The once serene night had transformed into a battleground. A handful of agents were sprinting from the guard towers towards the main building, an attempt to reconvene and come up with a plan. Looking back from their retreating backs to the hangar, Charlotte willed herself to think clearly.

"I need to get to the Quinjet. If I can get airborne, we might have a chance," Charlotte declared, her mind racing. “There’s only one of them, and I can fire from inside the shield.”

“Charlotte, if the shield falls and you’re in close range…” Calla protested.

“We don’t have much of an option right now. If the shield falls at all, there won’t be much left to show for it.”

Calla nodded, her military training kicking in. "Let's move.”

They sprinted across the compound, the ground still trembling from the last detonation. The usually quiet night air echoed with the sounds of alarms and distant explosions. As they approached the place where the path diverged between the main SHIELD building and the hangar, Charlotte stopped, grabbing Calla’s arm.

"Calla, I need you to go to the main building. Rally all the agents on the property, secure the perimeter, and keep communication lines open. I’ll get on comms as soon as I get to the hangar. I need to know if there really is only one bird up there. We don't know if this is just a diversion. Get word to the rest of the team ASAP and feed them all the intelligence we have so far. I'll take the Quinjet and provide air support. If anything happens to me, do not under any circumstances leave the compound to come for me. Take as many agents as you can into the bunker and wait for backup. Understood?" Charlotte gave clear and direct orders, eyes calculating and intense.

Calla hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Understood. Be careful, Charlotte."

Without waiting for more, Charlotte sprinted for the hangar, her focus unwavering. Stripping off layers of clothing as she ran, footsteps echoing through the empty, cavernous room, she headed straight for the locker room. In less than a minute, she was zipping up her battle suit, more thankful than ever for the self-lacing technology in her boots. She didn’t waste time grabbing weapons, relying on the small arsenal in the Quinjet. Plucking an earpiece from the cabinet near the door, she slid it into her ear and began running again.

“Command, this is Mockingbird, do you copy?”

The line crackled to life as a tinny voice came through the other end. “Mockingbird, this is Command. We read you loud and clear.”

“Tell me what you see.”

“One combat aircraft near Generator Alpha, none detected near Bravo or Charlie. We’re picking something else up on radar, but it’s pretty high up and we can’t get a clear read. Could be backup, use extreme caution and keep stealth mode ON.”

“Roger that,” She emerged back into the night sky, feet pounding the concrete as she ran towards the nearest Quinjet. The one she’d been practicing in earlier that day. She lowered the ramp and scrambled inside, running towards the cockpit so quickly that the chair nearly spun with momentum as she dropped into it. Hands flying over the instrument panel, she brought the aircraft to life. The engines ignited in a familiar roar, a chaotic harmony to the blood pulsing in her ears. Not from fear of what she was about to do, but from fear for her friends, and what they must have flown into. Pushing the thought from her mind, she brought her focus back to the present moment. She couldn’t control what was happening on the other side of the world, but she could sure as hell make sure they had something to come back to.

“Mockingbird to Command, prepared for takeoff.”

“Roger that, Mockingbird. All clear. Go get ‘em.”

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OC Masterlist

Below you will find a list of what I consider my main cast of characters. I often write the same characters into different universes/plots/etc, so I essentially have my own little multiverse in my head. With that in mind, this list will be very basic info like name, description, and personality in broad strokes. I will also include the "universe" that I most commonly write them in though.

This is by no means a complete list, just the ones that tend to feature in my writing The Most. It is still long as hell, so you can find the list of characters under the cut!

Cassandra Lynn Mathers - aka Cass - she/her - late 20s/early 30s - a short, fat woman with thick curly hair that is naturally a true ginger color, but she typically keeps it dyed a darker cherry red. her hair usually reaches the bottom of her shoulder blades. her eyes are a very light blue, almost gray color and her skin is mostly pale, with some pink undertones. most often wearing shorts and a tank top or t-shirt, often cropped. she is a cis woman. - she is quick tempered and kind of bitchy, but she is also extremely protective and maternal. when she warms up to someone, she'll likely take on a motherly role and bake them a ton of sweets - most common universe she appears in is a supernatural story that takes place in a tiny town in Colorado populated entirely by various supernatural creatures, and in that universe she is a werewolf Victoria Jane Nixon - aka Vicky - she/her - mid 20s - a tall, toned woman with a truly massive amount of brown/black hair, usually kept in a blown out afro styled into a fauxhawk type situation, sometimes with one side of her head shaved. she has warm toned medium brown skin with dark brown eyes. standard outfit is ratty denim cutoffs, fishnets, and a black high necked sleeveless top with a red leather jacket and a spiked black choker. she has several ear piercings, an eyebrow piercing, and a nostril piercing. vicky is a trans woman - she is playful and flirtatious, but easily flustered. under duress, she can become quite cruel and bloodthirsty, but carries a lot of guilt around because of this. she craves affection to an extreme degree. - currently Vicky is a character in an ongoing Monster of the Week campaign about a horror rock band in the late 80s/early 90s. she started as a secret agent undercover, left the agency, and then got turned into a werewolf. still in the band though!

Lucia Voronov - aka Luci - she/her - early to mid 30s - a woman of average height with shaggy cropped white blonde hair. she has somewhat dark green eyes and pale, lightly freckled skin. typical outfit consists of thick jeans, combat boots, and a brown leather jacket over a plain t-shirt (i'm not gonna beat around the bush, please just imagine dean winchester with like...small boobs and lighter hair). she has a thin but noticeable scar running vertical down her right eye. wears small studs in her ears but no other piercings. she is a cis woman. - usually pretty standoffish and detached, always ready to fight. she can be charming when she needs to be, but nine times out of ten she'll just try to intimidate her way through a problem. softer side comes out when talking about her family/people she cares for or when she's playing violin - haven't included Lucia in anything in a hot minute tbh, but her standard version in my brain is from the same supernatural story as Cass (albeit a different iteration of it) and she's a monster hunter Demitri Voronov - aka Michi - he/him - early to mid 30s (Lucia's twin brother) - shorter than average man with jet black hair, usually kept in an undercut with the top long enough to keep up in a ponytail. same dark green eyes and pale freckled skin. typical outfit varies wildly depending on the day from your classic jeans and band tee to mini skirts and tank tops. he has a septum ring and small studs in his ears similar to Lucia's. he is also a trans man. - easily the more approachable twin, Demitri is friendly and playful and enjoys hanging out with people. he flirts with anyone and everyone, but he typically avoids real intimacy at all costs and keeps most everyone at a bit of a distance. he's just friendly enough that people don't always notice. - so. admittedly, Demitri is usually dead. part of Lucia's backstory. however I keep throwing him into monster erotica so if you see him alive and well it's probably gonna be in something like that!

Harper Jameson - they/them - late 20s - short but muscular individual with fairly straight white hair that is always kept in a braid that usually hangs to the side over their shoulder. they have bright blue/green eyes and peachy toned skin. standard outfit is either a t-shirt (usually with some floral design) with overalls or a floral sundress. either way they're wearing Converse type shoes or no shoes. they are nonbinary. - have you ever met sunshine personified? now you have. Harper is an extremely kind and selfless individual, but they can also be incredibly anxious. a people pleaser through and through. they have a strong desire to help others and forge community ties with the people around them - would you guess that they're also usually a werewolf...I may be changing that soon though cuz I think I might just be a little too werewolf heavy. I did also throw Harper in a Star Trek TTRPG for a bit though and that was neat!

Sebastian Hart - aka Seb - he/him - late 30s early 40s - average height, fit but not overly muscular man with a close fade of black hair. he has dark brown skin with cool undertones and eyes so dark brown they almost look black. standard outfit is a business suit or he might do some more casual slacks and a henley/crewneck type situation. he is a cis man. - Sebastian starts off as the strong silent type, but he's actually quite personable under that. however, he values quiet and alone time so he can get pretty burnt out on socializing. loves kids an animals and is very family oriented. occasionally struggles with his more pessimistic side and tries to remain at least realistic if not optimistic. - Okay look I swear they're not all werewolves. in my writing he has appeared as one, yeah, but I think the actual most recent thing was another Monster of the Week campaign where he was a private detective working with a bunch of weirdos trying to take down a mega corporation a la Umbrella. so there. Max - pronouns vary, defaults to he/him - mid to late 20s - some characters have a standard outfit. max has a standard uh...skin? sure let's go with that. he usually looks like a random nondescript brunette white guy, usually has a bit of 5'o clock shadow, and heavy bags under his eyes. he's usually in scrubs or a paramedic uniform, but the situation may vary. - max is a well meaning trainwreck. good guy, performs rather well under pressure, but isn't the best about like, taking care of himself or socializing well. he's at his best when someone is bossing him around. - he's not a werewolf! he's a shapeshifter! it counts as something different! but also I put him in a MOTW campaign once. i do not remember what he really did though other than smoke weed.

Racquel Last Name Subject to Change - ze/zem or they/them - ?????? - a tall slender individual with straight black hair usually styled in a sort of pompadour type situation. ze have reddish brown skin, with one side of zir torso pretty much covered in scar tissue. zir eyes are either completely black, sclera and all, or again just deep brown/almost back. also sometimes will have two black horns that curl kind of like a ram's atop zir head. - ze is an incredibly protective individual and that honestly drives most of zir decisions. Racquel cares about specific people and if you are not one of those people then you can choke. ze can be extremely reckless and overconfident at times, but overall ze are just trying to McFuckin Survive - first featured in a D&D campaign for one session as a centaur, then a different campaign as a tiefling (hence the horns) and in other works ze has been a vampire. many such iterations.

#oc masterlist #will update as needed

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Transformers Prime : Lost Wings {Alternate universe, widget’ s (oc) story headcanon, fanon based}

Widget or known as widget Salvador as a human or Holoform, is a cybertronion/transformer is of the seeker type, her frame is similar to starscream’s and if she was to transform it would most likely be a type of jet, her color palette is teal and pink with some hints of gray,black and white or sliver similar to starscream. She’s a seeker hybrid, she’s partly vampiric. It’s to be assumed it’s a recessive trait from ancient vampire seekers, the are rare and assumed to be a myth to most, however her parental figures: (as the fandom might refer to the mother or the one that gives birth/life to the baby as a carrier and the father as a sire, the baby is called a sparkling, i love the fan terminology but I’m gonna use normal terminology since it’s easier) was not very pleased on knowing she was a hybrid or freak, so the mother/carrier tried getting rid of her unborn child by doing harmful substances, she was already addicted to said substances and so was the father, dark/red energon and the equivalent of alcohol (the basically did drugs and was alcoholics) and due to it, widget is underdeveloped, her head crest was broken, her wings are too tiny, her legs didn’t develop all the way, and she’s blind in one eye, as human, she would have most of these disabilities except the head crest as the head crest would be replaced by a teal/pink cowlick. Her parents was abuseive and neglectful, some injuries might be from physical abuse and the underdevelopeds, causing her to be abandoned. She has prosthetic legs similar to horse legs that share a teal and pink look, she have hoofs to help her have balance. They are noisy however.

As a human, she has pale pasty skin, freckles, and a feathery body similar to birds or a harpy. A tuff of feathers on the neck, and ears. She also have four wings that can appear and disappear when she pleases. Two large ones and two extra smaller wings and a tail, the wings and tailare missing feathers are scarred from abuse and bat shaped , her feathers are teal and pink , her hair is black on the outside and white on the inside and shoulder length, her brows are same as the wings. She had white frilly gloves and a little tuff on her neck with a teal gem. She has beads in her hair separating her cowlick from her hair and a pink bow holding her bangs up that’s showing the white of her hair. She has teal suspenders a white dress shirt and a black skirt and pink shorts underneath. Her prosthetic remains the same human or robots. She also has vampire fangs and a birthmark on her back, it’s a heart with four wings normal and bat with a halo and horns, this would be a badge as a robot.

Widget despite her hard life and abuse, neglect and disability’s, she’s very sweet, caring and she has a huge heart and optimistic. She’s very loving and clingy. She’s found by the deceptions and she sees starscream as a father figure dispite his nature, I imagine he saved her because she’s one of his kind left and seekers are rare. Her and breakdown have an adorable uncle/niece relationship.

Due to widget possibility being a descendent of royal vampire seekers, starscream is most definitely interested in her uses, but for both their benefits and he actually cares and loves her but would never outright say it out loud. He’s very protective of het and help her train her wings so she can fly again, they bond and she’s his little adopted princess. I imagine her gift her clothes and a brooch similar to the royal birthmark on her back. And tries to teach her how to act and look like a proper princess. Knockout gives her supplements and breakdown gives her a eyepatch for her blind eye and a wheelchair for her to rest her legs. They teach how to care for her legs nubs.

FACTS!: widget is 16, she has/had two friends Roxanne and rex. I’ll fix and work on my story for them at some point. Also I’m a multishipper and I basically headcanon most the tfp cast a ex’s,divorced and widowed. That’s also a big part of the lost wings au. Ahhhhhh I’m no writer… here’s most of the widget lore.

#transformers oc #humanformers #transformers au #tfp oc widget #tfp au #Transformers prime lost wings au #tfp lost wings

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Primrose’s Legacy, Book One, Chapter Three: The First of September

A/N: After months without writing a word, and with the new format, here’s a new chapter of PGL!

OCs featured: Henry of Alderly, Malcolm Stolberg-Burke & Estelle Stolberg-Burke ( @gaygryffindorgal ) William Devlin very briefly ( @unfortunate-arrow ) Gwen Archeron ( @thatravenpuffwitch )

OCs mentioned: Lillian Brokenshire ( @cursebreakerfarrier) Ophelia Burke ( @the-al-chemist ) Simon Battersea ( @unfortunate-arrow )

Warnings: Prejudice of the time towards magic

Word Count: 2.4k

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @nicos-oc-hell @slytherindisaster @camillejeaneshphm @catohphm @hphmmatthewluther @thatravenpuffwitch let me know if you want me to add you or remove you from it!

20th of July, 1892

Primrose was laughing, riding her horse, Lionheart, as her jet black hair sprawled wildly free, her curls giving in to the wind. She had escaped yet another boring class, and was happy to learn how to be a fast rider. She had a feeling that it’d be a very valuable asset.

She came off her horse to one of the fields that her mother owned, and strutted happily, munching over berries and apples, clueless of her future for a few more minutes. Looking around, she took off her shoes and stockings and dipped her feet into the fresh grass, looking up and smiling, the wind stroking her face. She minded little of it, for it was a hot wind against her pale skin. She was a twenty-five-minute ride away from home, yet it felt like a whole day.

How little would she realise that she’d rarely have time to ride away every time she wished. She was to be viscountess, and her training of now four years had been thorough. She loved it at some extent, and was allowed to learn fencing alongside Henry, whom she loved dearly. She was also clueless that it wouldn’t be him whom she’d be betrothed, as her mother had promised when she thought her asleep. It wasn’t her fate to be a duchess, no, but something greater. And so, the sun set, as well as her fate, as her dear and most loyal servant, Miss Gwyn, came running with all her speed. She was red and sweating, panting and placing her calloused hands on her knees “Viscountess… Victoria… letter… urgent… must…come…now.”

Primrose was quick to gather her small water flask and handed it to Beatrice, who smiled and drank almost all of it, coughing at the speed in which she drank it “Your lady mother. She says… that you got a letter and it says that only you can read it.”

Primrose nodded, fully aware of what that meant. It was either revealing her future posh school, or her choice of groom. She quickly rode Lionheart and Beatrice with her, and rode as fast as she could, for she was still very much an amateur. As she dismounted, she could spot Henry’s horse, Bucephalus, and frowned. But her mother took priority.

She was quick to rush to her office. She was wearing a mauve dress, her hair up and her gaze cold, her eyes on her two icicles who mellowed at the sight of her still very much innocent daughter. Victoria sat down on the ottoman and invited her daughter to do the same.

“My sweet girl, you are no longer a baby, and I thought I had accepted it… until this letter came.”

“Is it… a letter confirming my betrothal to Henry, mother? His horse is here…”

Victoria frowned, and was quick to tell the servant to attend His Highness as she talked to her daughter.

“No, I haven’t heard from Duchess Louise yet, but trust that I will. No. You remember my school, yes?”

“Yes. It was a secret place that I’d know about soon. Why?”

Victoria then handed her the fateful letter.

Dear Lady Gray,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students will be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Ter5m begins on September 1st, 1892. We await your owl by no later than August 28th. To avoid detention by Muggles, please use the entrance located at King’s Cross Station Downtown London, on platform 9 %34. We look forward having you at our school.

Yours sincerely,

Phineas Black, Headmaster.

Primrose stood in silence as she held the parchment for what felt like a thousand years. Witchcraft? Chambers of Reception? And owl before August 28th? Platform 9 34? Muggles?!

“I... I do not understand. You’re a witch!”

Victoria frowned “I believe I told you.”

“I thought it was a tale to make me fall asleep and foul gossip!” She cried “Am I a witch as well?”

“According to that letter, you are. Do not worry, my sweet flower, they no longer burn or hang them.”

Primrose was speechless. She got up and ran to her father’s own study, and, with letter in hand, thrust the door open… to find her father and a confused Henry there.

“Is it true, father? Am I? A witch?”

Henry looked back at her and his eyes shone with hope “You got that odd letter too, Prim?”

Primrose’s eyes darted towards her father. He nodded and beckoned to come here “Come, my love. You two need to hear it.” He stood in silence before he admitted “I am a wizard as well. I was born into them, actually.”

“You what?!” They both said at the same time.

“It’s true. All the tales we told of you of Hogwarts, magic, monsters, wands and all… it’s real, and they’re claiming you now.”

“Why me? No one in my family has ever been a wizard!” Henry cried.

“Because magic chose you, my boy. Some inherit it, and some are chosen by a force bigger than anything else.”

Primrose bit her lip “About riding brooms… wouldn’t that… fuel the negative propaganda against it?”

Vincent smiled “When did you become wise enough to learn that big word, my sweet flower?” He cleared his throat “Yes, you shall ride brooms, learn to use cauldrons, but worry not, most of the things said like that we eat children and torment the regular people, known as Muggles in that world, is just nonsense by the Roman Catholic Church. There were some cruel wizards and witches, but not to that extent.”

“Not especially encouraging…”

Vincent looked at Henry with a teasing gleam “And we have known kings to behead their own wives and yet, many princesses were encouraged to marry them.”

Primrose looked apologetically at her friend “He has a point there.”

“My point is, I know that it is scary for both of you, but you will be alright, because we’ll be there for you along the way. I have received word from your father to take care of this matter myself, dear boy. Until you graduate, you are under my protection.”

Henry thanked him and he smiled “My family is rather famous. Especially on my mother’s side. They’re wealthy purebloods, called the Fawleys, which makes me a pureblood myself. Once you’ve settled with this matter, come to me. I shall be happy to provide information about our ancestors.”

He kissed Primrose’s head and ruffled Henry’s golden hair. Then, he called for his own servant, who had loyally served him since he was a boy to prepare the children’s things for Hogwarts and spare no expense on either of them. Henry and Primrose looked at one another. Would they go as bride and groom? Only time would tell…

Three weeks later

“I can’t believe we’re getting our own owls to carry messages!” Primrose smiled. They were in what they called Diagon Alley, buying their own supplies. Henry and Primrose marvelled at everything, though they could see some sneers from people, but paid no mind.

“Look! There they are!” Henry pointed.

“Race you there!” Primrose giggled before darting off. They both laughed before arriving at the shop, where they were greeted by a kind face. “How can I be of help, dear?”

“We would like our own owls!” Henry demanded.

“Please,” Primrose mellowed it, nudging Henry. She gave the owner her puppy eyes, which nobody has yet resisted. Vincent had appeared alongside Victoria, who examined something Primrose couldn’t see.

Primrose saw a barn owl, with brown feathers and a kind face, and looked at her father, who was yet to deny her something from the alley. Henry chose a white owl, and both baptised them. Primrose called her Ravenna. The shopkeeper smiled “One of the founders of the school was named Rowena, and founded the House of Ravenclaw. Your mother was sorted there, you know.”

“Then a Ravenclaw I shall be as well!”

“Or a Slytherin, like myself.” Vincent taunted.

Happy, and with their own supplies and fishing chocolate frogs, which fascinated Primrose, both crossed the path back to London, where their respective carriages awaited them.

They only had to wait until it was time to travel to King’s Cross. Primrose could hardly wait.

1st of September, 1892

Primrose was styled in a simple, yet comfortable sitting dress with no corset, for she was still young for it, and a stylish hat. She and Henry would meet at the station. She was nervous to say the least. She had her wand, of Acacia wood, which effect when elected had lightened the whole room and a blue light surrounded her figure.

She took a deep breath and went into the carriage. At King’s Cross, Henry and a trusted servant were there, and they both greeted one another. As they walked, they ran into Lord Stolberg-Burke, who chatted animatedly with his sister. He spotted the rather lost lady and prince and quickly greeted them. He had become taller since she had last seen him, and could tell he was soon to become a man. With a bow to his sister, the Lady Estelle, she asked him “I take you’re attending our same school?”

“It is my third year, actually.”

“And you never told us?”

Malcolm shrugged “The subject never came.”

“It does now, though. We’d be thankful if you told us what to expect.”

Malcolm nodded “Of course. I actually have two left seats on the train. Feel free to join.”

“But the arrangements—,”

Vincent smiled at Earl Stolberg “I am sure Earl Alexander and I can fix that, right, my good friend?”

Alexander shrugged “I won’t refuse a fellow friend in need of aid, certainly.”

Victoria nodded thank you as she continued talking to Countess Celestia. As they reached the point of meeting, Primrose and Henry stared blankly at it. They looked at Malcolm, who shared a knowing stare with his sister “Estelle, do us the honour.”

Estelle smirked and ran towards it, being swallowed by that wall! Henry stared in bewilderment and Primrose nearly screamed, her eyes and mouth in big O’s. Malcolm seemed amused “Ladies first.”

“But what if I fall?”

“The cart is heavy enough to hold you, trust me.”

I must not be afraid, she thought, I am a Somerset, and Somersets fear no one save God and the king.

With her head high, she gripped the cart and started running, coming close to the walls. She closed her eyes and… felt like she was being swallowed by a godly force, and then, as soon as it was over, she reappeared on another station that looked like King’s Cross, but wasn’t quite King’s Cross. An enormous red and black train stood out, and many students of all ages were there, saying goodbye to their parents. Estelle poked her and smiled “It wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”

“It was… interesting.”

She chuckled before her brother, Henry and Primrose’s parents appeared. She quickly hugged her mother, and she kissed her head. She kissed Henry’s as well and lifted his chin “Head held high, my darlings, and don’t let them see you’re afraid. You can’t be afraid or weak here. They eat them for breakfast, so…be strong every day, alright?”

They both nodded, and Vincent exchanged some words with the earl, who told Mal to have an eye on these two. Primrose took Henry’s hand and the group came into the train. Many huffed that they had the privilege to sit with the elders. It seemed that by no means first years could be there. Primrose protested, but was sent instead with her actual fiancé, Mr. Devlin. He greeted her and Henry, and the three sat there awkwardly.

“That is, in my defence, I couldn’t have told that you’d be there.”

Primrose nodded “I understand.”

William kept on sketching, and Henry gave her a look she could not decipher. She leaned her head against the window and sighed.

As they arrived, Primrose took a good look at the castle. It was gigantic and majestic, taller than many, and full with something she started to become acquainted with: magic. With her head high, she embarked on the small boat, shared with Henry and William. Malcolm was gone, but Estelle was in a nearby one. They smiled encouragingly to one another. This was her first year as well.

As she arrived at the castle, the man before them explained to them how things would work “Before we come in there, you must be sorted into your houses. There are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Your house will be like your home for the next months, and everything you do will affect the house as a whole. House points will be given and removed, so beware of what you do. Shall we?”

The Great Hall was built in a medieval setting, and it was full of students eating and chatting animatedly. Primrose observed Malcolm chatting with a fellow student of the red house, Gryffindor, she supposed. As they started naming the students…

“…Archeron, Gwendolyn! Ravenclaw!”

“…Alderly, Henry! Hufflepuff!”

“…Brokenshire, Lillian! Hufflepuff!”

“…Burke, Ophelia! Slytherin!”

“…Battersea, Simon! Hufflepuff!”

“…Devlin, William! Ravenclaw!”

Soon, it was Primrose’s turn. With her head held high, she marched towards the seat and the talking hat, known as the Sorting Hat. She closed her eyes and allowed the hat to do the job “Ah, what do we see here! Victoria Somerset’s offspring! You are the spitting image of her as well. Hmm, I see several loses, blood has been spilled for you to have your position… I sense a certain sense of duty and wisdom, as well as individuality and determination… very well… let it be… RAVENCLAW!”

Primrose opened her eyes. She was in the same house her mother had been… as well as her fiancé’s. She had hoped to have some distance, or to be sorted into Hufflepuff with her friends…

As she took a seat beside William, a welcoming voice greeted her. It had dark hair and blue eyes, and a kind smile “Hello! My name is Gwendolyn, but you can call me Gwen. Lady Gray, is it?”

“Yes, but I see no need to call me ‘lady’. I am Primrose, Prim to friends.”

They shook hands and Gwen “Very well, Prim. Are you looking forward Hogwarts?”

She looked around, and saw a veiled woman be sorted.

“…Sultana Nilufer… Hufflepuff!”

An Ottoman sultana? This was going to be certainly an interesting year to say the least.

#hp victorian era #hp fanfiction #primrose gray's legacy #pgl book one #the younger years #oc: primrose sabrina gray #henry of alderly #william devlin #malcolm stolberg-burke #estelle stolberg-burke #gwen archeron #mywriting*

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