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owlsoldwritingcorner · 4 years

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The Ghost (Part 1)

Pairing :Wrench x Reader

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Summary:

The Chicago Dedsec branch struck up a deal with the San Fran Dedsec branch and the two will start working more closely from now on. The Chicago branch also believes that giving a few people from their “clean up” crew would help out the other branch significantly and luckily for both of them, you happened to already be moving to San Francisco with your family.

Funny enough. You meet the man who unintentionally coaxed you into joining Dedsec in the first place.

“Wait, hold up. As in, The Ghost? The one who helped out The Fox?” “They say whenever you took a job, the victims would disappear without a trace. A recording of their crying would be left on the premise, acting as their ghost wails.” “Oh, am I a household name already? Oh, how embarrassing.”

Note: This is the first Watch dogs fic I've written so I'm sorry if anyone seems too OOC. One big difference would be that Marcus's group doesn't kill unless absolutely necessary. Aiden and Reader on the other hand are a bit more... Morally Ambiguous at times.ALSO! Reader is Asian (Specifically Southeast Asian), I try my best to to mention it too often (Mostly with their family and a passing comment) so you guys can still relate to them more. Also, certain characters will have their own pronouns for reader cuz they don't know (i.e Marcus says He/him but Ray calls them She/her). They also have a certain kind of body type similar to mine, but like the race, it won't be mentioned too often! Different pronouns will be like this until a certain point so I am sorry if you aren't into that!

Chapter 1: Moving Day

God, who fuckin’ knew moving was gonna be hell on your back? You had already packed everything from your room and started helping your family with the rest of the packing up. Boxes are now your worst goddamn enemy, at this point a close second to Blume.

So, the Chicago Dedsec branch struck up a deal with the San Fran Dedsec branch and the two will start working more closely from now on. The Chicago branch also believes that giving a few people from their “clean up” crew would help out the other branch significantly and luckily for both of them, you happened to already be moving to San Francisco with your family.

“Hey pumpkin, could you get some of these boxes for me?” Your mother comes into the room, interrupting your glaring battle with the room full of boxes (of which you were totally winning), with a tower of even more boxes in her arms. Quickly, you took half of the stacked boxes in her arms and placed them with the pile, you can now see her tired eyes that were previously covered by cardboard.

“Thank you, pumpkin. My arms were killing me,” Your mother emphasized her point by stretching out her arms and a few popping noises accompanied the movements. “So, how are you feeling about the move? I know we’ve lived in this house since you were a baby but… A change of scenery is always nice. Right?” You let out a little sigh. You really are going to miss those places you’d go to as a kid. The Honeymoon Cafe, that Thai restaurant, hell you’re gonna miss that damn dog that would bark through the night every day.

“Plus you can always make new friends over there!” You know your mom was trying to comfort you but, making friends was never your strong suit in the first place. Plus…

“Mom, I’m 20 years old now.”

“Just cause you’re 20 it doesn’t mean you can’t make friends.”

“I take classes online and stay inside for weeks straight half the time. The other half being at work. ” Work being, well, Dedsec. Clients always preferred going at night. Granted, cleaning up the area during the day is much harder than at night considering all the bystanders during these jobs.

“Oh! You should be able to make friends with your new coworkers at the other branch then! Speaking of work, that reminds me, sweetie. Make sure to bring mace with you whenever you get back home. I don’t know why you’re so adamant on keeping this job, you work so late!” It’s not like mace is gonna fully stop someone. Especially not the kinds of guys you deal with on the daily.

“It plays really well!” Might not have insurance, but, still. Clients pay good money. “And anyway, by that logic, you should have been able to make friends with your old coworkers too.”

“That’s different, honey. I hated my old coworkers.” She gave you a sweet smile but you could feel the rage that was hidden underneath. But you just rolled your eyes.

“Yep. Had an earful of that info everyday. Thanks.”

“You’re seriously just as bad as mom now when it comes to complaining, sis.” Your aunt finally came out of the bathroom and was currently heading towards your grandmother's room to help her out of bed.

“They could barely organize their files! Madeline couldn’t even train me properly!” You and your aunt just gave each other a knowing look before giving your mom little nods as she went off on another tangent about her coworkers. After that whole spiel, you finally got around to carrying your sweet pit bull, Ripley, into the car trunk (All the boxes were in the moving truck just behind you all).

“God, she’s just a big baby, aren’t you?” Your mom baby talked to the big dog often, who in turn gave a happy bark as if saying ‘I am! You gotta love me!’, your mother then turned to you. “I’m still shocked you can carry her so easily like that… She’s as big as you!” To which you just shrugged. Finally, your aunt came, grandma in one hand and helped the elder woman in the car before taking her seat next to grandma.

“I guarantee you’re gonna love it in California, mauppy.” Your aunt said. She did live in California for almost ten years now, so she was the expert compared to the rest of you. You just rolled your eyes at the nickname and another one of these ‘hey new places to live but you’ll love it!’ talk.

“I think Uncle Scott is gonna be the happiest out of all of us, he’s gonna have his impulse control back.��

“Yeah, he ate two large pizzas by himself in under an hour just the other night.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong, that’s just a Tuesday night.”

“Sweetie. I’m going to marry him in a couple months. Next thing you know he can’t even fit into his tux and just have his whole gut out while we say our vows.” You wince at the image. Yeah that… That looks kind of sad.

“ Next thing you know you’ll have to roll around your husband to his clients !” Your grandmother joked around before taking a puff of her inhaler. You all laughed at the thought before you quietly checked your purse for your daily asthma meds and inhaler.

Good. Everything is ready to go.

Goodbye, Home.

Hello, San Francisco.

As you fell asleep during the road trip, you dreamt of a familiar masked man.

You smiled at the image of his hidden face.

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Finally, it was time to move everything in the new house. Just as you got out of the car, you stood still as if the ice queen herself froze you.

Both your legs were asleep.

“Aw, while your legs are waking up, make sure to help Ripley get used to the new house!” Your aunt said as she helped grandma from the car, you let out a pained groan that your aunt took as an affirmative sound.

After all the boxes were in the house and you got the dog’s bed in your room, you flopped onto your bed. Exhausted to the bone. Unfortunately, you just received a text message. Limply, you flipped yourself over and reached for your phone.

Oh, It’s Clara!

It's been a couple years since you’ve seen her. She and Aiden finally got together soon after the whole Damien and Maurice situation, moving in with Aiden’s sister and nephew. Good riddance, they always gave each other googly eyes.

So gross.

Wonder how he’s doing now?

You let out an exasperated huff at the memory.

Yeah but like… The man has a justice boner sometimes. Not literally but, he tried to catch every. Single. Crime he walks past. That man has never relaxed a day in his life.

Someone got robbed on the street over? Guess who’s already there. The almighty masked vigilante! The man’s probably never relaxed a day in his life, hell, you never even seen the dude take a nap.

God… You already missed Chicago.

You put your phone on charge on top of the nightstand near your bed, turning off the lights and finally getting into bed to sleep off all the work.

Tomorrow is going to be a long ass day.

You can feel it in your gut.

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thebiganvil · 6 years

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An Encounter

An suramarene dove warbled a greeting to the sun, then squawked and took flight, disturbed by the thumping passage of a scaly saber that reeked of fel. The saber’s rider smirked slightly, as always amused by the reactions his presence inspired. The wiry figure urged his felsaber to greater speed. The night’s business had taken longer than expected, and he took ill any time away from the woman to whom he had recently joined himself. He sped down the road leading to the ancient bastion of Suramar City, eager to rid himself of the cargo he carried and be away home. Finally, after far too long a time to suit him, he reached the Alliance camp. Dismounting, he reached into one saddlebag and removed a small wooden cylinder.

Nodding to an officer, he handed it over, saying, “For the mage,” indicating the form of Khadgar on the far side of the camp. Khadgar for his part, sensed his name and looked up. Seeing the Demon Hunter, he nodded and hurried over.

“Thank you for this, Forosuul. I heard that your status among the Illidari had changed, I feared we lost your services.”

Scowling faintly, Forosuul replied, “Just a slight reorganization, Guardian. I remain dedicated to the defense of Azeroth.”

“Good to hear! Again, thank you for bringing this,” He brandished the wooden cylinder then bowed slightly, hurrying back to his work.

“You’re welcome,” came the quiet reply.

Turning to leave, Forosuul was brought up short by a sight in the trees just outside the circle of Alliance tents.

Ducking behind the trees he had seen a figure. A kaldorei female, violet haired, dressed in elaborate monk’s robes, her face covered by a scarf. She was exactly as Mire’s latest puppet had been described to him. Why would she be here, he mused. He’d heard no report of her being involved in the war on the Legion, and Mire certainly took no part in it. From what his Spymaster had told him, Mire kept her new dog on a short leash. An unpleasant thought occurred, What if Niire duped me again, and was meeting her grandmother out here, thinking it unlikely to be noticed? Grimacing at the thought, he crept after the figure, using his Sight to keep her in view without giving himself away.

She, to, seemed to be keeping out of sight. She moved from tree to tree, always keeping something between herself and the sputtering magical barrier that once protected the city. Watching her movements, it became clear very quickly that she was following someone. Ever more curious, Forosuul hoisted himself into the treetops and leapt, using his demonic wings to glide over the canopy and see what she was after. With his Sight, he could see her form below, and following her course, he soon saw her target.

A party of three Nightborne. A woman and two men, it seemed, were making their way through the forest to the city. Their path had obviously taken them a long way ‘round the Alliance camp. The Nightborne were working to cleanse their city of demonic infestation, why would they avoid their new allies, unless…

“Elisande’s loyalists…” he said under his breath, in a whispered growl. This raised new questions. The Silverthorn believed Mire had contacts among the Nightborne, but they did not know in which faction. If she was working with Loyalists, why was Estelæth - if it was indeed her - following them so stealthily instead of just joining them. He was determined to find out.

Eventually, the party of Nightborne reached the city's edge, having made their way far down the western edge, and waiting to cross the barrier until they were adjacent to an area still controlled by Loyalists. So, one mystery solved, he thought, I know who they work for.

He turned his attention back to the kaldorei monk. She, too, tracked the Loyalists to the city wall, but here she stopped. She kept back, in a stand of trees perhaps 20 yards from the barrier. She stood staring at the city, irresolute, seemingly unwilling to follow the Nightborne any further.

Or perhaps, he mused, She had also found what she wanted to know. He decided he was tired of guessing. He launched himself out of the canopy and came down behind her with a crash, just forty strides distant.

Almost too fast to follow, she spun and leapt into the air. From her sleeves an elaborate series of blades emerged, fanning out into a deadly configuration. She arced directly over his head, twirling gracefully, then she came careening down, trying to reach his face with her blades. Summoning the fel, he dashed across the clearing to the spot she’d just vacated. She hit the ground where he'd stood, her bladed fan sinking into the soil. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide with surprise for barely a moment before narrowing again. Recovering quickly, she stepped backward into a fighting stance, holding her blades before her.

Grinning at her, Forosuul called out, “Nice form. You’ve adopted the Spinning Crane and merged it with a torpedo roll.”

Taken aback, she responded in spite of herself, “How could you know that? Demon Hunters know nothing of the ways of the monk.”

“Demon Hunters who used to be monks do.”

“Preposterous! The Illidari were all in prison when Panderia was discovered!”

He grinned again. “Well, technically, that is true. I was imprisoned in the Warden’s Vault. I was also in Panderia, studying at the Temple of the White Tiger.” Seeing her skeptical expression, he added, “I have taken an unusual path.”

“You are lying.”

“I don't care if you believe me, it doesn't matter. You are Niire’s grandmother.”

Hesitantly, she replied, “I am Estelæth.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she barred forward in a torpedo roll, spinning blades leading the way, straight for his chest.

Laughing, Forosuul leapt into the air, crashing down once more across the clearing. Through his laughter he shouted, “Nice! You're fast. If I was someone else you might have had me.”

Glaring and frustrated, she shouted back, “Stand and fight, you grinning fool!”

“Why? This is more fun.” Bellowing incoherently, she rushed again, this time she summoned a chi doppelgänger. One went left, one right, both had their hands outthrust in the Death Palm configuration. His Sight easily showed him which image of her was genuine. He spun his blades with a flourish, his right hand knocking away her deadly strike and riposting to strike her in the chest, sending her flying back across the space. At the same moment, moving independently, his left blade slashed and obliterated the doppelgänger. “Happy now,” he asked, laughing. Roaring again, she leapt. He recognized what she intended and gathered the fel around him, shielding himself and turning her Paralysis strike against her. Instead of holding him, as she struck her body went rigid, and she stood before him, unable to move. Her mouth worked spasmodically but no sound came out, and her eyes glared surprise and hatred.

He walked around her slowly, paying special attention to her accouterment. “This armor is powerfully enchanted…some of it very old. Ancient, even. And your weapons, those are of Mogu make, if I am remembering right. How long have you been preparing for your fight with Silannah?” In answer she only made a strangled sound, at which he said, “Oh, of course, forgive me.” Waving a hand, he dismissed the fell, sending her tumbling onto her back. Before she could recover, he placed a boot on her chest. “Ok, here’s how this goes. You are going to put your weapons away. I am going to do the same. I am going to stand back there and we are going to talk for a bit. If you draw those blades again, I will get serious.” He regarded her flatly, and after a moment she angrily nodded assent.

Carefully he backed away, sliding his warblades into the harness on his back as she tucked her bladed fans away. Once satisfied, he spoke again, “So, how long?”

“Too long.”

“Silannah said you used to be a warrior. Why the change?”

“Why do you care?”

“I am a curious person. Indulge me.”

Sighing angrily, she replied, “As warriors, we were perfectly matched. I needed something more. An edge.”

“Hmm…interesting choice.”

“Why are we even talking,” Estelæth barked abruptly.

Narrowing his felfire eyes, Forosuul replied in a whisper quiet voice that nonetheless conveyed menace, “Because neither of us is a demon, despite what you may think looking at me. I fight the Legion because it will not negotiate. I don't fight if I don't have to. I want to think better of my own people.” Standing straighter, he lightened his tone. “Now why don't you tell me why you are here?”

“How is it your business?”

“You are currently considered a threat to my family. Every breath you draw is my business until such time as you decide to stop being a threat.” He let that hang for a moment, then added, “Or until I decide that you stop breathing.”

She glared at him. She wanted badly to draw her blades again and sink them into that smirking face, but he had shown she was overmatched, and she was not suicidal. So she said, simply, “I was following someone.”

“I know that. You were following a party of three Nightborne. Curiously, they entered the city near an area controlled by Loyalists, and you did not follow them in.”

“I learned what I needed to know.”

“And what was that, exactly?”

“Where they come from.”

Arching an eyebrow in exasperation, he added, “Enough evasions, Estelæth. Who are they? Why did you follow them?”

Sighing heavily, shoulders slumped, she replied, “I learned from an informant within Mire’s household that she regularly receives visitors. Nightborne. Mire herself never told me of it, and she always has the meetings when my duties place me outside the house. I was…curious.”

“The word is suspicious, madame. You were suspicious. You either think she is up to something sinister - which seems odd for you - or you worry that she does not trust you, which puts you in precarious position.”

Angrily, she demanded, “What do you mean, ‘that seems odd for me?’”

“You are currently involved in a plot to remove the more powerful defenses of my House, in order to murder one of its members. You conspired to get me removed as the leader of the Illidari. It looks to me like sinister is your thing.”

Glaring at him, she replied, “I am not a monster, Forosuul Silverthorn. I did not have you assassinated. I merely tried to get you out of my way. The same with the old man. My vendetta against Silannah is personal. I tried mightily to keep it between the two of us. I am here today to discover if Mire is working with the Legion, or with those who are.”

“A glimmer of conscience? Niire will be shocked.”

Making a sour face, Estelæth replied, “That child is a fool. I tried to give her a purpose, but she proved lacking.”

Casting an angry glare on her, Forosuul shot back, “You have no concept of what she has endured. Her defection is more your doing than mine. I just provided her with an alternative.”

“And what of my suffering,” retorted Estelæth with a shout.

“Your suffering is a result of your inability to change. Only you can address it.”

“This from someone who willingly traffics with the powers of the Legion.”

“My reasons are my own, as are Niire’s. A little understanding and compassion would have gone a long way, Estelæth.” Turning, he gazed into the sky, at the billious fel-bathed aurora of Argus, hanging low in the southern sky. “Look at it, Estelæth. With that in the sky, does some conflict between two moldy old Kaldorei Houses make any difference? Right now you are bending every part of your considerable will in the service of settling a nine thousand year-old lover’s quarrel. Think about how much sense that makes. And on top of that, in order to meet that goal, you serve a woman who is willing to work with agents of that,” he spat the word, gesturing at the orb of Argus, “simply in order that her House might maintain its influence and power.” Het let his words hang in the air. He did not voice the alternative. He made no offer of parlay. But the message was clear.

Estelæth stood silently for many long minutes, then finally spoke, only to say, “Silannah tried to make nice with me too, she even apologized. I did not relent. Why would I heed your words?”

“Because, Estelæth Deepshade, as you said, you are not a monster, and you recognize the truth when you hear it.” So saying, he leapt into the trees, gliding through the canopy, swiftly disappearing from sight.

Estelæth was left alone with her thoughts. She stood in that glade for an eternal hour, beset with doubts on every side. Eventually, she would leave.

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