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The Writing's On The Wall - Chapter 2

Summary: She's a demon, he's a hunter. Their fates intertwined after a chance encounter. Can Nesta and Cassian overcome all odds to be together? Chinese Wuxia AU setting/Inspired by Legend of the White Snake

A/N: A clip of Shang Chi's parents falling in love as they fight may or may not be an inspiration for this chapter 😊 Read: Chapter 1 | AO3

Chapter 2: 相会 (meet again)

Nesta heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of the bamboo forest which hid their home. She crossed it, the magic of the forest bending to her will to allow her through to the clearing towards the house she shared with Gwyn.

Gwyn still laid in the same position she was in when Nesta left the day before. The wounds on her remained open and raw, her healing slowed down to a trickle without any energy to sustain her. Nesta tampered down the rising anger at the sight of her injured friend, another victim of the so-called honourable hunters. She hurried to retrieve the orb tucked within her lapel and pressed it against Gwyn’s chest, urging her, “Absorb it.”

Gwyn opened her eyes and stared at Nesta blearily, her words coming out muddled, “Nesta? Wha-”

“Absorb it,” Nesta repeated.

Gwyn’s eyes fell shut and the orb glowed. She gave a long exhale as colour began to return to her face and the wounds steadily stitched itself up. By the time she opened her teal eyes once more, the orb was dull and empty. “Nesta,” she whispered, “Where did you get that?”

“Tomas Mandray”

“The hunter?!” Gwyn asked incredulously, “Please tell me you killed him and he’s not out for your cold blood.”

Nesta shrugged, “I’ll deal with it.”

“Oh, Nesta,” she gave Nesta a worried onceover, “You’re injured. You shouldn’t have let me absorb the whole orb.”

Nesta waved her away, dismissing the notion, “I’ll recover after a few days in the falls. You needed the qi much more than I did.”

Gwyn frowned, glancing down at her hand, flexing it open and close. Nesta cuts in before she even got a word out, “No, don’t you even think about it.”

“I don’t need all of it,” she protested, “Just fifty years could do wonders.”

“I’m fine,” Nesta insisted, walking out of the hut, “It’s not like I’m desperate to chengxian and enter the heavenly gates. You keep it.”

Nesta spent the rest of the day meditating under the waterfalls up the mountains, cultivating the qi needed to heal her remaining injuries. She swallowed a sigh of frustration as her thoughts once again wandered to Cassian, his bright imploring eyes and infuriating smirk. Her wandering thoughts once again disrupted the flow of qi circulating within her body. She sighed and stood up, taking in the beautiful panoramic view from the cavern and made her way down back to the hut.

Gwyn sat before the fireplace, stirring a pot of stew. She reached for the earthen bowls when Nesta entered, scooping the contents of the pot into the bowls. Nesta took it with a nod of thanks.

“You haven’t made as much progress in your recovery as I expected,” Gwyn commented, frowning as her brows furrowed, “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Nesta paused and considered her friend’s question. Cassian’s face coming to the forefront of her thoughts once more, “I met someone last night.”

***

Nesta stopped in her tracks, staring at the wind chime jingling melodically by the entrance to the stone house, the west lake sparkled behind her. When she returned home from her fight with Mandray two weeks ago, she was insistent on never coming here. Yet, here she was.

A gentle tug on her sleeve broke her out of her reverie, "Excuse me, do you want to come in?" a bright eyed young girl no older than ten asked. Before Nesta could respond, the tug turned into a pull and Nesta found her walking towards the house, “C’mon!”

“Wait!” Nesta protested, stopping the girl in her tracks, and asked, “Is this where Cassian lives?”

The girl’s face brightened and answered cheerfully, “Yes, shifu is in today.” The girl turned back and all but dragged Nesta into the house, announcing as she entered, “ Shifu ! There’s a pretty lady here to see you!”

“Ivy!” another older girl, around fifteen or sixteen, said sternly before flashing an apologetic look at Nesta, “I’m sorry about this. We don’t really get many adult guests around here.”

Nesta found herself smiling at the girls and waved off the elder’s concern, “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m Suzie by the way,” the elder girl introduced herself as she led Nesta into the house, “ Shifu is running drills with a couple of the younger kids. I’ll let him know you’re here.”

“No, that’s alright. No need to interrupt him,” Nesta assured her, “I’m Nesta - just an acquaintance.”

Nesta heard the grunts and sounds of exertion as they entered the courtyard. A class of a couple of kids around Ivy’s age doing striking drills, repeating forward jabs with their elbows. In the middle stood Cassian, counting out the commands and correcting their forms. His eyes whipped towards them as they stood by the side and Nesta found herself pinned still by the hazel eyes which haunted her dreams.

“Ok, everybody take five,” he called out to the relief of the kids around him and found them in a couple of quick strides.

“Suzie, could you take over class for me? Move on to defence - block and counter.” he instructed before turning to Ivy, “You should join them for the remaining session.��

The two girls nodded in deference. Ivy moved aside to start on some warm-up movements while Suzie walked towards the front of the class. Cassian looked over the both of them with a small but proud smile.

"Hello, Nes," Cassian greeted breezily as he turned back to her, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Nesta raised a brow, "Do we know each other well enough to have nicknames?"

Cassian's smile widened, white teeth flashing, "We can always start now."

"No," she snapped, "and don't call me Nes.'

Cassian hummed noncommittally, “So, Nesta," dragging out each syllable of her name, “What brings you here?”

Nesta's brain scrambled to come up with an excuse, anything other than the truth, that she couldn't stop thinking about him, that he lurked behind every thought, every action.

"Tomas Mandray would be out for revenge," she stated, willing her voice calm, “I don’t think he found out my identity that night but I’d appreciate it if you keep that fact to yourself.”

“You never had to ask,” Cassian promised, his expression earnest, “I meant what I said, Nesta. If Mandray ever gives you trouble, you’ll always have a safe place here.”

“No.” Nesta interjected instantly, “If the monk is after me, I will handle him.” She turned away stiffly, keeping her attention focused on the children practising their defence sequence in pairs.

Cassian narrowed his eyes, following her line of sight. “We can handle ourselves, you know. You wouldn’t be endangering anyone if you ever needed sanctuary.”

Nesta replied stiffly, “I’m not bringing danger to a place that shelters children.”

Cassian grabbed her hand, pulling her attention away from the kids and back to his face. He took out a small oval Azure pendant strung from a thin strand of leather from his lapel and tied it around her neck, “Then at least take this. If anything happens, send some qi into this pendant and I’ll come running. No matter what.”

He demonstrated, pressing a finger into the pendant. It glowed and lit a comforting warmth against Nesta's chest. Through his robe, a yellow light flashed. A matching pendant.

“Where did you get this?” she asked in wonder, fingering the warm pendant buzzing pleasantly against her chest.

“A hunter never reveals his secrets,” he replied, giving her another infuriating grin.

“Miss miss!” a young voice interrupted them. Ivy ran over, gesturing at her waist, “Is that a sword? Do you fight?”

“Ivy!” Suzie reprimanded from behind, "Get back to class!" Ivy ignored her, much to her dismay.

“Are you any good?” she tugged at Nesta’s sleeve once again, looking up at her with wide beseeching eyes, “Are you as good as shifu ?”

“That depends on how good your shifu is,” she returned smoothly, meeting Cassian’s cocky stare evenly.

" Shifu is the best!" Ivy insisted, shaking her head slightly, "It's just…" she continued with a tired sigh far beyond her years, "Everyone says girls shouldn't fight, that girls like me and Suzie will never get married."

Nesta pushed down the anger that was rising within and knelt down to meet the young girl's eye level, telling her with a conspiratorial whisper, "It's because they're scared of us."

"They're… scared of us?" she asked timidly, "But we're girls."

"Exactly," Nesta nodded along, "They're afraid you'll be stronger than them and they won't be able to tell you what to do anymore."

Ivy looked at her with slight skepticism. Nesta pushed herself off the ground and winked at Ivy, "I'll show you." she turned to Cassian, raising her chin, "Up for a little challenge?"

His features were graced with a smirk as he unsheathed his sword and adopted a ready fighting stance, "Ready when you are."

Nesta launched herself forward, steel clashing into steel as Cassian swiftly blocked the attack. Nesta exhaled sharply, speaking in fast, soft tones, "Don't you dare take it easy on me, hunter."

"I won't dream of it, sweetheart." he breathed, laughing when Nesta huffed in annoyance.

Cassian tilted to force the sword into a diagonal downward motion, circling himself to strike back at Nesta. Nesta sidestepped to dodge the sword and promptly returned with a slash, causing the man to twist in the air and deliver a flying kick towards her. She reached out to grab his foot and twist it together with the flow of momentum, throwing Cassian down to the floor. He struck back, using the opposing force of the blow to push himself high into the air, his qinggong providing a controlled descent back to the ground, giving a cheeky wink as he did so.

Nesta did not allow herself to dwell on the heat radiating from cheeks and quickly launched a series of slashes and jabs at him. Cassian's face lighted with exhilaration as he expertly parried each move. When he closed the distance between them, he did another sidestep to whip out his elbow in attack and used Nesta's blocking arm as a distraction to disarm her. His sword now laid a precarious inch away from her neck.

Nesta scoffed before flipping back into the air and circled around to tackle him from the back, tossing him to the ground. Her arm moved in to dislodge his grip on his sword. She caught the sword as it spun in midair and she stood over him as he laid on the floor, the tip of his sword teasing his neck.

Her triumphant smile slipped at the intense stare, Cassian's eyes dark and burning. A creeping heat coiled in her belly. In the next moment, Cassian had her on her back, his limbs locking hers down as the sword clattered in the distance.

He lowered his face close to hers, his breath hot against her skin as he muttered, "You're good. I underestimated you for a moment."

Nesta twitched her lips up into a smirk, transforming her limbs slightly to slip out of his grasp. She caught a glimpse of surprise hazel eyes as she forcefully pushed her palms into his chest and sent him flying across the courtyard.

Cassian recovered from the fall smoothly, leaping up to both feet simultaneously. He held up both hands in surrender, "I think that's enough for a demonstration."

The class erupted into chaos.

***

"Alright, I think that's enough for today." Nesta said warmly to a panting Ivy.

"No, I can continue, shijie ." the girl replied stubbornly, her eyes glowing with petulance.

Nesta opened her mouth to rebut when a low commanding voice cuts in, "That's enough, Ivy. Remember what happens when you train to the point of over-exhaustion?"

"You get injured." Ivy finished with a whine, "Will you be here tomorrow, shijie ?"

Nesta stared into the puppy dog eyes and sighed internally. "I'll be here." she promised.

Ivy cheered and ran off, leaving Nesta alone with Cassian. She observed silently as the children put away the training apparatus and started shuffling their way into the main building instead of heading home.

"They're orphans," Cassian said suddenly. "Not all of them but most."

"And you took them in?" Nesta guessed, her respect for the man in front of her multiplying.

Cassian's answering smile was melancholic, the sight twisting her heartstrings, "I know what it's like to be out on the streets."

Nesta offered a small smile and hesitantly reached out for his hand, revelling in its warmth, "You're doing a good thing here."

Her heart fluttered traitorously at Cassian's returning smile.

As promised, Nesta returned the next day to coach the kids. And the following day and the day after that too. The routine was comfortable to fall into. To get swept up in Cassian's cocky smiles and Ivy's bubbly enthusiasm.

On the fourth day, she was surprised to hear something other than kids running around and the thudding of wooden swords.

"We will be continuing with Li Bai poetry for the rest of this week and the next so I expect the books to continue to be in excellent condition." a feminine voice instructed.

"Yes, laoshi ." the class chorused.

The door slid open just as Nesta reached out for the door. The teacher lit up when she saw Nesta, "You must be shijie ."

Nesta smiled and shrugged, "I think they've decreed me as such."

The lady laughed heartily, "I know what you mean. I entered this house as a bookstore owner and left as a teacher." she stuck out a hand, "I'm Emerie, nice to meet you."

Nesta took the hand, nodding in mutual understanding, "Nesta. Li Bai is a classic."

Emerie gave a slight grimace, "Too scholarly?"

She shook her head. "A classic" she insisted, "But not my type of everyday reading."

"Oh?"

Nesta fished a notoriously romantic novel out of Emerie's open bag in response. "This is more my type of everyday reading.

Emerie grinned in response, "Oh, I like you already."

***

Cassian found her later that evening standing by the tip of the lake, looking out into the wide horizon. She scooted over to make space for him, content to observe him appreciatively in the comfortable silence that settled over them. The way the light breeze gathered his hair exposed his neck, revealing whorling ink that trailed into his clothes. The gentle glow of dusk accentuated his chiselled jawline.

"Have you heard about the recent attacks of the mind demon?" he asked quietly.

Nesta frowned, snapping out of her reverie, "The mind demon doesn't haunt out of its usual base in Nanjing."

"It usually doesn't," he agreed, "but we have been receiving reports of similar mind attacks in the nearby villages. Mostly on children."

"You're going after it." she surmised. A hunter, she told herself. Killer of her kind. Malicious demons , another internal voice reminded her.

Cassian nodded curtly in confirmation. "I'm leaving tomorrow and will probably be away for a week or two." he paused, a crack of hesitation in his usual confident posture, "Will you watch the children for me while I'm away?"

"You're trusting me with your children?" she asked incredulously.

He shrugged, "They look up to you and respect you. I've seen how you are with them. I know you can and will protect them." he looked into her eyes intently, "I trust you."

Nesta's chest warmed at the implication but frowned at the prospect of protecting them by herself. "Could I bring a friend over? More hands on deck and all?"

"Friend as in-"

"A demon" she cuts in flatly.

Cassian shot her a wry smile, "I trust you, Nes. If you trust her then I do too."

"Don't call me Nes," she said automatically and scowled at the unrepentant smirk.

"Cassian," she called out just as he turned to head back in, "Please be careful. Don't underestimate Briallyn for a second."

Nesta rolled up a sleeve to reveal a scaled arm and pulled out a scale in one smooth movement, barely flinching from the action. She resolutely kept her gaze just below his face as she slid her fingers across his neck, tracing the leather strand and withdrew the pendant from under his shirt. She held the scale over the pendant, closing her eyes as she set the scale ablaze with her silver fire, melting it into the pendant. It transformed, Azure meeting swirls of silver.

"A protective charm," she told him as she tucked the pendant back into his clothes, hands resting on his chest, "So that you come home to the children."

Cassian gently took her hands and lowered his face to them, lightly grazing his lips over them as he promised, "I'm coming back home, Nesta." I'm coming back to you .

Translation Notes: chengxian/成仙 - Becoming a God/Goddess. Usually through accumulating qi from a thousand years of meditation or bestowed as a reward for great acts of service. shifu/师父 - Master qinggong/轻功 - A form of "light" martial arts which allows you to defy gravity to aid your movements, e.g. scale a cliff, run on water shijie/师姐 - Respectful address of a female senior Li Bai/李白 - Famous poet from Tang dynasty laoshi/老师 - Teacher

#Nessian #nesta x cassian #nessian fic #nesta archeron #cassian acotar #Wuxia AU

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dracothelizard · 11 months

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Hi, could you please clarify what you meant by non-Anglophone fans regarding your critiques of EndOTWRacism not caring about those fans because non-Anglophone means non-English & that excludes a plethora of fans from the Global South that were colonized by the English (like my country South Africa) and that makes me a bit uncomfortable.

Also, antiblackness is a global phenomenon & even happens in majority Black countries (once again, I highly recommend doing some research on South Africa & Afrophobia in that specific country). Being Asian alone doesn't mean someone will wholly support the very specific commitments OTW made in 2020 (where they also cited Dr Rukmini Pande [an Indian, and therefore Asian, fan scholar from India where English is spoken & even a mode of instruction in many of its schools & tertiary institutions - must she & fans like her also be excluded because they are Anglophone fans?] & Stitch without asking these two fan scholars for their consent to be cited by OTW leading to a barrage of harassment towards both individuals).

If you want EndOTWRacism to broaden their scope, you should definitely suggest that to them. But they are following the specific commitments the OTW made. Also, I have seen conversations about OTW not making enough commitments in 2020 to do something about racism on their platform by some of the mods of EndOTWRacism in a personal capacity but the main reason they are sticking to the specific commitments OTW made is because they are avoiding being accused of trying to make OTW do things they never said they would do. By sticking to the specific commitments OTW made, EndOTWRacism can hold OTW accountable for something they publicly made commitments to.

Also, OTW made these commitments in response to anti-blackness. So, centering antiblackness makes sense (and also just on a historical level - when antiblackness is engaged with in antiracist policies - the benefits of that move upwards to other racial groups - see the The Voting Rights Act of 1965 that included pro-immigration legislation that made it easier for immigrants of colour to move into the US (this was made possible because of Black Americans). Or my own country of South Africa that got rid of Apartheid in 1994 (I would be born just 3 years after that when my mom was 30) and Black, Coloured (this is a specific racial category in SA), Indian & Chinese South Africans could vote, move freely & live wherever they wanted in SA. This was made possible by Black South African freedom leaders in community with other South Africans of colour that worked in solidarity.

Anti-asian racism is a huge problem in fandom that has been discussed by fans of colour for a long time (see conversations in the early/mid 2010s in fandom about Lucy Liu's mistreatment by BBC Sherlock fans or Glen's mistreatment from the Walking Dead fandom). And with the increase of East Asian media in fandom since at least 2014, conversations about anti-asian racism are even more imperative. But that should not mean ignoring or hand waving away convos about antiblackness - especially when that was the origin of OTW commitments in 2020. If you personally have a problem with that, by all means ask OTW why they didn't specifically talk about other forms of racism or make any other statement with commitments when the StopAsianHate movement was in full swing. Why was OTW's statement so clearly influenced by BlackLivesMatter and the commitments various individuals, businesses & non-profit organizations were making to this specific movement. OTW will have more board meetings, so if you are a paying member, you can absolutely ask them these questions. I know those questions are things I have thought about.

All the best, H.

"because non-Anglophone means non-English & that excludes a plethora of fans from the Global South that were colonized by the English (like my country South Africa) and that makes me a bit uncomfortable."

I am also non-Anglophone and yes, End OTW Racism explicitly excluding non-Anglophone fans also makes me uncomfortable, because as you say, racism is a global problem.

I am not sure why you are bringing up anti-blackness and anti-asianness as if it is an either/or matter. Caring about anti-blackness doesn't mean not caring about anti-asianness. Caring about anti-asianness doesn't mean not caring about anti-blackness. Some fans are mixed race and are both. Some fans have to deal with other forms of racism (like the anti-Aboriginal slur which still gets used often to talk about Omegaverse)

The OTW's goals did not explicitly mention centering anti-blackness. End OTW Racism's goals did not explicitly mention centering anti-blackness.

If that is what the OTW and End OTW Racism want to center, they can, but they should say that explicitly. But in the case of End OTW Racism, excluding non-Anglophone fans makes no sense, because as you say, anti-blackness is a global problem.

#This EOTWR stuff I guess #Also doubt.jpg at EOTWR taking suggestions from non-Anglos onboard #I've seen how they respond to criticism

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pr-vistas-2022 · 2 years

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Stage Round CSR- Corruption, Scandal, and Rancid

The hallmark of a successful organization is not its profits or how many individuals they employ but rather the trust that the people have in them and the positive impact the companies have on society. Corporate Social Responsibility is undoubtedly one of the most popular and efficient tools to measure how companies have given back to society. In a nutshell, CSR is a model that helps a company be socially accountable to itself, its stakeholders, and the public. Companies can be conscious of the kind of impact they are having on all aspects of society, including economic, social, and environmental.

Companies like Infosys, Microsoft, The Tata group, and Rolex have proactively managed their reputation and delivered the messages their stakeholders were looking for via the right communication channels. By having done so, they can now enjoy the trust of their investors, employees, or customers, and they are seen as caring about many other issues apart from profit – like ethics, innovation, environmental causes, or well-being at the workplace.

While there are companies that have a good image in front of the public and are the torch bearers of the sound practices that an organization should follow, famous organizations like Uber, Meta, BMW, and others have come under scrutiny for following malpractices and exploiting their employees and the environment for their own benefits.

Take at hand You are required to make a Report and a PPT (of not more than 5 slides) consisting of

Executive summary

Defence strategies

PR strategies

A New CSR campaign for the company

A New product line to improve their public Image

Press release

Creatives

SUBMISSION DEADLINE - 5:00 Am. Submit your Report and PPTs to [email protected]

NIKE

Allegation 1 The Chinese government has held back more than one million Uyghur Muslims and other ethnic minorities against their will over the years in mass internment camps. In March 2020, a report from the Australian strategic policy institute revealed that hundreds of young Uyghur women were forced to produce Nike Shoes. Nike was aware about this yet they partnered with Chinese government run forced labour programs that are linked to crimes against humanity. After these workers finished stitching and gluing Nike shoes for the day, they would have to attend “patriotic education” night classes.

Allegation 2 Over the last 20 years, Nike has been consistently targeted regarding their poor labour conditions. These issues include forced labour, child labour, low wages, and horrific working conditions that were deemed “unsafe”. Most of their factories are in third world Asian countries like Vietnam, and Indonesia. Nike has been using sweatshops since the 1970s. In 2017, Nike severed its ties with the Worker Rights Consortium, which let labour rights experts monitor their factories. This was a huge disservice to the countless laborers who spend their days hunched over making their 200 dollar shoes. Their commitment to ethical labour practices is inconsistent at best. In 2017, they saw a new wave of protests organized by United Students Against Sweatshops (USAS). USAS spoke up against the mistreatment of workers in several of their sweatshops, including one in Vietnam where workers “suffered wage theft and verbal abuse, and laboured for hours in temperatures well over the legal limit of 90 degrees, to the point that they would collapse at their sewing machines.”

Allegation 3 Nike also has a bad track record for not hiring minority workers. In July 2020, about 30 demonstrators lined up outside the Nike headquarters near Beaverton, Oregon to protest. Oregon

Lives says that despite Black athletes and Black culture helping make Nike their money, people of colour are not welcomed into their corporate culture behind closed doors. Recently, a former employee accused Nike of discrimination based on his Croatian origin.

Allegation 4 Former female employees also pointed out that sexual harassment and misconduct was very common in the company. The New York Times conducted interviews with 50 former and present Nike employees to investigate the company culture. Through the interviews, it was established that Nike did have a toxic working environment, where sexual misconduct was rampant. Multiple female employees reported that they had complained to the HR but saw no action being taken from their part. The women were left devastated and felt unsafe while working at Nike. Some even left their jobs.

VOLKSWAGON

Allegation 1 We are aware that cars being sold in America had a "defeat device" - or software - in diesel engines that could detect when they were being tested, changing the performance accordingly to improve results. The German car giant has since admitted cheating emissions tests in the US.

Allegation 2 The company has also been accused by the EPA of modifying software on the 3 litre diesel engines fitted to some Porsche and Audi as well as VW models.

Allegation 3 EPA has said that the engines had computer software that could sense test scenarios by monitoring speed, engine operation, air pressure and even the position of the steering wheel. When the cars were operating under controlled laboratory conditions - which typically involve putting them on a stationary test rig - the device appears to have put the vehicle into a sort of

safety mode in which the engine ran below normal power and performance. Once on the road, the engines switched out of this test mode. The result? The engines emitted nitrogen oxide pollutants up to 40 times above what is allowed in the US.

Allegation 4 A peer-reviewed study published in Environmental Research Letters estimated that approximately 59 premature deaths will be caused by the excess pollution produced between 2008 and 2015 by vehicles equipped with the defeat device in the United States, the majority due to particulate pollution (87 percent) with the remainder due to ozone (13 percent). The study also found that making these vehicles emissions compliant by the end of 2016 would avert an additional 130 early deaths.

H&M

Allegation 1 H&M has tried to position itself as a brand that cares about the environment by installing in store recycle bins. But according to environmentalist Elizabeth Cline only 1% of the clothes are being collected out of which only 25% of the clothes end up going into sorting plants. And 35% of the clothes which are sorted only are recycled.

Allegation 2 H&M on its website states that their recycle bins are a way to ensure that customers textiles are reused and don’t end up in landfills. But not all the clothes that have been collected are recycled and people who live in these areas where clothes are dumped and manufactured are affected by H&M’s actions.

Allegation 3 H&M is also accused for failing to ensure living wage for supply chain workers. It has been accused of failing to fulfil a commitment to pay all garment workers enough to keep them above

the poverty line, a week after claiming that almost one-million employees are covered by its "fair living wage" approach.

Allegation 4 They are also accused for child labour. According to a book published by Sweden next week H&M worked with clothing factories in Myanmar where children as young as 14 were toiled for more than 12 hours a day. It was also found that high prevalence of forced overtime and low pay by the company. When confronted with these allegations, H&M replied that they don’t consider 14-18 years old working as child labor.

Allegation 5 Chelsea Commodore filed a complaint against fast-fashion giant H&M on July 22 in New York. In the complaint, Commodore accused H&M of greenwashing with “‘misleading’ environmental scorecards” associated with clothing in the brand’s Conscious Collection. Commodore noted that “a majority” of H&M products that are marketed as being sustainable are “no more sustainable. H&M responded as: “We are taking the allegations very seriously and look into them thoroughly. We kindly ask for your understanding that we have no further comment to share at this point.”

Coca-Cola

Allegation 1 On February 25, 2010 a lawsuit was filed on behalf of eight plaintiffs in the Supreme Court of the State of New York against The Coca-Cola Co. and Coke processing and bottling plants in Guatemala. This case involves charges of murder, rape and torture. The plaintiffs include union leaders and family members.

Allegation 2

In a district court the company was accused for generating 2.9 million metric tons of plastic each year, which they claim is the biggest producer of plastic waste in the world and they also mentioned that in contrary to Coca-Cola's representations, the company has made no significant effort" to transition to an economical system that would lead to less waste from plastic.

Allegation 3 In a article written by Paul Brown, an environment correspondent mentioned that Coca-Cola plant in India is being accused of putting thousands of farmers out of work by draining the water that feeds their wells, and poisoning the land with waste sludge that the company claims is fertiliser.

Allegation 4 The company was also accused for cheating their California workers out of overtime wages, rest and meal breaks, a class action lawsuit alleges. Plaintiff Brian Simmons filed the class action lawsuit in a California state court against The Coca-Cola Company, alleging violations of California wage laws

ALLOCATIONS:

VER 3 - H&M

VER 1 - Nike

VER 10 - Volkswagon

VER 12 - Coca Cola

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kylie · 1 year

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Is Salesforce’s Ohana dead? Layoffs continue to batter the cloud giant, eroding the upbeat culture

Below is my newsletter for Fortune Magazine's Data Sheet, you can read the original here.

Aloha! Tech reporter Kylie Robison here.

If you ever watched the Disney classic Lilo & Stitch, you know that Ohana means family. At business software giant Salesforce, Ohana is their entire schtick. However, over the last few weeks, it’s been a whole lot less about family and more about saving cash.

The $136 billion public company announced its plans to lay off 10% of its family—or staff—in the new year. The first round of cuts came in early January, and an ominous all-hands led by CEO Marc Benioff left many uneasy and confused. He hinted that layoffs were not finished, but didn’t provide a precise date for when the hammer would drop.

Yesterday, shortly after the end of the fiscal year, the dreaded second round of layoffs pummeled the company. Several thousand Salesforce employees across the globe were told aloha, but instead of hello, this one meant goodbye.

We reported that the company’s “#all-salesforce” Slack channel went from roughly 82,500 members on Feb. 1 to roughly 80,600 today, signaling that 1,900 workers may have been cut. Many people took to the company’s “#airing-of-grievances” channel to, well, air their grievances.

In screenshots of the channel viewed by Fortune, one person told a rather morbid story. The employee wrote that at 8 a.m., he was notified of his redundancy. Less than an hour later, he received a surfboard in the mail from Salesforce congratulating him on reaching 5 years at the company.

“There was the complimentary note from [CEO Marc Benioff] thanking me and hoping I’ll keep ‘riding the wave’ with Salesforce for many more years to come,” he wrote. “Ironic!”

Salesforce isn’t the only major tech company being rocked by layoffs at the moment. However, the firm’s specific culture of positivity and kinship has taken a particular beating. Employees have been leaking to the press at an unforeseen pace, the grievances channel has been bustling with complaints, and Benioff is “asking for a friend” why his employees aren’t their usual upbeat, profit-making selves.

It’s unclear if Salesforce’s cheerful culture will be able to bounce back. The company is under the ever-growing pressure of activist investors demanding cost-saving measures, and a looming recession seems to be sucking the fun out of Silicon Valley.

The fostering of Salesforce’s Ohana will be something to keep an eye out for. However, it’s unlikely this is the end of belt-tightening at the firm.

Do you have insights to share? Got a tip? Contact me at [email protected], through secure messaging app Signal at 415-735-6829, or via Twitter DM @kyliebytes.

NEWSWORTHY

It’s a bird, it’s a plane. It's been a couple of years since Alphabet grounded its fleet of internet-beaming Loon balloons. But balloons are back! A suspected Chinese spy balloon has been spotted floating around the U.S. CNN reported that government officials have advised President Biden to avoid shooting it down, as it presents a risk of harming civilians. The report adds that although the balloon has floated over “a number of sensitive sites,” it poses no serious intelligence-gathering risk.

Move over rabbit. Meta has done little to quell investor fears over its ambitious metaverse goals, until now. During its earnings call on Wednesday, CEO Mark Zuckerberg dubbed 2023 the ‘Year of Efficiency’ and said the company is focused on “becoming a stronger and more nimble organization.” The quip, and the sentiment behind it, helped propel Meta’s stock almost 20%, reaching its highest level since last July.

Money now, please. Social media platform Twitter seems to be addicted to making controversial feature changes. This week, the company announced its intent to replace its free API, which allows developers access to Twitter data in order to make bot accounts like year progress bot, alt text reader bot, and SF earthquake bot, with a paid tier. The action would essentially eliminate accounts like these unless they’re ready to pay up. Twitter's new API rate card starts at $99 per month and goes all the way up to $1,899.

IN CASE YOU MISSED IT

How did JPMorgan fall for Frank? Several execs played a role in buying the $175 million startup that’s been accused of fraud, by Luisa Beltran

Microsoft-owned GitHub’s CFO and CRO depart for new startup jobs, by Kylie Robison

ChatGPT may be increasing cybercrime, but not in the way some cybersecurity experts fear, by Jeremy Kahn

This billionaire CEO skis 5 hours a day and ‘runs like a deer’. Now he has the same body fat percentage as peak Michael Phelps, by Eleanor Pringle

In France, Gen Z is taking to the streets to defend their work-life balance. The fight for retirement starts at age 18, by Vivienne Walt

Silvergate at center of DOJ fraud investigation for hosting FTX and Alameda accounts, by Ben Weiss

Making workers commute for meetings that are a ‘killer’ of freedom and time is a punishment, says workplace expert, by Jane Thier

BEFORE YOU GO

Creators, creators, creators. Speaking of new Twitter features, CEO Elon Musk declared the platform would start sharing ad revenue with creators for ads that appear in their tweet threads. There’s a twist though—the creator has to be subscribed to the company’s subscription product, Twitter Blue. The latest in a string of stunts at the social media giant could be useful in competing with behemoths like TikTok and YouTube in a race to lure creators onto their platforms. Yet, a creator program that users have to pay to use hasn’t been done before and has some users comparing it to a pyramid scheme.

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Remarkably, the RV hasn't sold yet, even after a price reduction. It has been sitting on the consignment lot for 2 years. Corny runs the generator monthly. We've replaced the headboard and added 2 Ikea chairs. When it sells, we plan to get gutters and screen-in the back patio.

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CSR- Corruption, Scandal, and Rancid

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Allegation 1

The Chinese government has held back more than one million Uyghur Muslims and other ethnic minorities against their will over the years in mass internment camps. In March 2020, a report from the Australian strategic policy institute revealed that hundreds of young Uyghur women were forced to produce Nike Shoes. Nike was aware about this yet they partnered with Chinese government run forced labour programs that are linked to crimes against humanity. After these workers finished stitching and gluing Nike shoes for the day, they would have to attend “patriotic education” night classes.

Allegation 2

Over the last 20 years, Nike has been consistently targeted regarding their poor labour conditions. These issues include forced labour, child labour, low wages, and horrific working conditions that were deemed “unsafe”. Most of their factories are in third world Asian countries like Vietnam, and Indonesia. Nike has been using sweatshops since the 1970s. In 2017, Nike severed its ties with the Worker Rights Consortium, which let labour rights experts monitor their factories. This was a huge disservice to the countless laborers who spend their days hunched over making their 200 dollar shoes. Their commitment to ethical labour practices is inconsistent at best. In 2017, they saw a new wave of protests organized by United Students Against Sweatshops (USAS). USAS spoke up against the mistreatment of workers in several of their sweatshops, including one in Vietnam where workers “suffered wage theft and verbal abuse, and laboured for hours in temperatures well over the legal limit of 90 degrees, to the point that they would collapse at their sewing machines.”

Allegation 3

Nike also has a bad track record for not hiring minority workers. In July 2020, about 30 demonstrators lined up outside the Nike headquarters near Beaverton, Oregon to protest. Oregon Lives says that despite Black athletes and Black culture helping make Nike their money, people of colour are not welcomed into their corporate culture behind closed doors. Recently, a former employee accused Nike of discrimination based on his Croatian origin.

Allegation 4

Former female employees also pointed out that sexual harassment and misconduct was very common in the company. The New York Times conducted interviews with 50 former and present Nike employees to investigate the company culture. Through the interviews, it was established that Nike did have a toxic working environment, where sexual misconduct was rampant. Multiple female employees reported that they had complained to the HR but saw no action being taken from their part. The women were left devastated and felt unsafe while working at Nike. Some even left their jobs.

VOLKSWAGEN

Allegation 1

We are aware that cars being sold in America had a "defeat device" - or software - in diesel engines that could detect when they were being tested, changing the performance accordingly to improve results. The German car giant has since admitted cheating emissions tests in the US.

Allegation 2

The company has also been accused by the EPA of modifying software on the 3 litre diesel engines fitted to some Porsche and Audi as well as VW models.

Allegation 3

EPA has said that the engines had computer software that could sense test scenarios by monitoring speed, engine operation, air pressure and even the position of the steering wheel.

When the cars were operating under controlled laboratory conditions - which typically involve putting them on a stationary test rig - the device appears to have put the vehicle into a sort of safety mode in which the engine ran below normal power and performance. Once on the road, the engines switched out of this test mode.

The result? The engines emitted nitrogen oxide pollutants up to 40 times above what is allowed in the US.

Allegation 4

A peer-reviewed study published in Environmental Research Letters estimated that approximately 59 premature deaths will be caused by the excess pollution produced between 2008 and 2015 by vehicles equipped with the defeat device in the United States, the majority due to particulate pollution (87 percent) with the remainder due to ozone (13 percent). The study also found that making these vehicles emissions compliant by the end of 2016 would avert an additional 130 early deaths.

H&M

Allegation 1

H&M has tried to position itself as a brand that cares about the environment by installing in store recycle bins. But according to environmentalist Elizabeth Cline only 1% of the clothes are being collected out of which only 25% of the clothes end up going into sorting plants. And 35% of the clothes which are sorted only are recycled.

Allegation 2

H&M on its website states that their recycle bins are a way to ensure that customers textiles are reused and don’t end up in landfills. But not all the clothes that have been collected are recycled and people who live in these areas where clothes are dumped and manufactured are affected by H&M’s actions.

Allegation 3

H&M is also accused for failing to ensure living wage for supply chain workers. It has been accused of failing to fulfil a commitment to pay all garment workers enough to keep them above the poverty line, a week after claiming that almost one-million employees are covered by its "fair living wage" approach.

Allegation 4

They are also accused for child labour. According to a book published by Sweden next week H&M worked with clothing factories in Myanmar where children as young as 14 were toiled for more than 12 hours a day. It was also found that high prevalence of forced overtime and low pay by the company. When confronted with these allegations, H&M replied that they don’t consider 14-18 years old working as child labor.

Allegation 5

Chelsea Commodore filed a complaint against fast-fashion giant H&M on July 22 in New York. In the complaint, Commodore accused H&M of greenwashing with “‘misleading’ environmental scorecards” associated with clothing in the brand’s Conscious Collection. Commodore noted that “a majority” of H&M products that are marketed as being sustainable are “no more sustainable.

H&M responded as: “We are taking the allegations very seriously and look into them thoroughly. We kindly ask for your understanding that we have no further comment to share at this point.”

Facebook

Allegation 1

Facebook has faced a number of privacy concerns; for instance, in August 2019, it was revealed that the company had enlisted contractors to generate transcripts of users' audio chats. The contractors were tasked with re-transcribing the conversations in order to gauge the accuracy of the automatic transcription tool. In addition, employers and other organizations and individuals have been known to use Facebook data for their own purposes. As a result peoples' identities have sometimes been revealed without their permission.

Allegation 2

Facebook often simply copies products or features to get to the market faster. Internal emails have shown that Facebook's leadership, including Mark Zuckerberg were frustrated by the time the company spends on prototyping, and suggested to explore copying entire products. In June 2014, Facebook launched Slingshot, an app for sending ephemeral photos like Snapchat does. In August 2016, the company released Facebook Stories, which is a copy of Snapchat's most popular feature. In August 2020, Facebook built Instagram Reels, a feature that functioned and looked similar to TikTok. In the summer of 2021, Facebook started to roll out Live Audio Rooms, which resembles Clubhouse.

Allegation 3

In what is known as the Facebook-Cambridge Analytical data scandal, Facebook users were targeted with political advertising without informed consent in an attempt to promote right-wing causes, including the presidential election of DonaldTrump. In addition to elections in the United States, Facebook has been implicated in electoral influence campaigns in places like Argentina, Kenya, Malaysia, the United Kingdom, and South Africa.

Allegation 4

The company puts profits before efforts to fight hate speech and misinformation on its platform. The allegation was that, there were differences between Facebook’s public statements and internal decision-making in other areas. They say that the Internet.org project to connect people in the “developing world” had internal messaging that the goal was to give Facebook an impenetrable foothold and become the “sole source of news” so they could harvest data from untapped markets.

THE ALLOCATIONS OF THE COMAPNIES:

PR 002 - H&M

PR 005 - Volkswagen

PR 007 - Nike

PR 008 - Facebook

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What kayak accessories and extras are essential for a kayak? This article looks at a few suggestions for kayak accessories.

Kayak Accessories Ideas

Typically, a sit-on-top kayak features a simple, uncomfortable seat. To improve your comfort while paddling, consider installing a kayak seat with a backrest, plusher cushioning, and adjustable straps. A paddle cushion can also provide even more backside comfort.

Moving your kayak is convenient and simple with a kayak cart. For simple storage, pick a trolley that can be folded and squeezed into a bag. The kayak's hull should be protected on the cart during movement by the many straps and rubber bumpers. If punctured, a set of airless tires won't lose air.

You may place flotation bags in the stern and bow of your sit-in kayak if it lacks a central pillar. If your kayak capsizes, a flotation bag will increase buoyancy to help you stay afloat. Before you purchase it, don't forget to measure the openings in the bow and stern to make sure the inflated bags will fit within.

A sit-in kayak and Chinese kayak accessories may fill up with water as a result of rain, waves, or water droplets from the paddles. Water drops can be kept out of the cockpit by using a spray skirt. It can also prevent the sun from beaming directly on your legs. In mild to moderate paddling conditions, a nylon spray skirt should offer enough defense. Water-resistant zippers, an adjustable tunnel portion, adjustable shoulder straps, mesh pockets, and double-stitched seams are other qualities to look for.

When not in use, it is crucial to keep your kayak safely and out of the way. You may install a kayak rack on an exterior or interior wall. These racks include powder-coated steel frames, together with foam padding and safety straps.

Even if you currently own a nice kayak from kayak accessories China, you may still increase its functionality by adding a few kayak accessories. To make kayaking more pleasurable and comfortable, you may modify your kayak. Whether you are a fisherman or a leisure paddler, there is a wide range of equipment that can transform a standard kayak into a unique kayak.

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FALLEN LEAVES

Lord Shen – Platonic Scenario

WARNING: abuse of power, bloody violence, toxic mindset.

A.N. - Takes place decades before the events of the film. Some of the dialogue is written in Romanized Mandarin Chinese.

Lanterns hung from thin strings attached to the tall ceilings glowed with flames of cranberry-red, each cradled by metal and bowl-like sheets. Tapestries that depicted East Asian flora draped the inside of the tower and contrasted with the blue and red symbols adorning the elegant walls.

The top floor was lined with broad windows, the tracery of which allowed natural light, both the sandy glow of the sun and the silver waves of the moon, to flood onto the polished tile, and it reflected all visitors in the rosy tint of dusk.

Silverback gorillas were stationed in a circle around the throne, facing outwards. A stone spear rested with its blunt end on the ground in the hold of their massive, sinewy hands, which were larger than the skulls of most Gongmen City residents.

The duo who guarded the top of the long staircase that stretched from the bottom of the tower to the upper floor greeted the king with snorts.

Upon reaching the final steps, a pair of tan antelope flocked to the king. They donned teal and mocha robes that flaunted flowery and ornate patterns worth more than the average lifetime income of the peasants, and porcelain plates containing the dew of ginkgo trees were clutched in their hooves.

Servile inquiries about his health and appetite gushed from their mouths like excitable children swarming their parents.

The king scrunched his eyes and waved a hand at them as he passed as if shooing insects.

Words never pausing, the courtiers shifted their attention and offerings to Shen.

The prince recoiled and quickened his pace, but the commander approached the plates with a curious sniff and a lolling tongue. His jaws snapped shut around vacant air as the antelope hugged the food to their chest with disdainful and repulsed expressions.

Ears flattening, the wolf observed the courtiers through narrowed eyes and vibrated with a guttural snarl when they scurried to the side of the king.

The jingling of rings and piercings in their ears filled the room like bags of coins shaking.

From his occasional discussion with the rare wolf whose gaze extended farther than the tip of his weapon, Shen had long since deigned to look upon the antelope's rotund shapes and thought of the peasants whose loose-fitting clothes outlined their skeletons.

The body of his pale blue robe mimicked fish scales, and if one had seen the pattern before the stitches in the embroidery, one would have guessed it belonged to a creature swimming in the ocean.

A maroon stripe descended from his collar to his feet, which were obscured by a black ruffle that dragged along the floor. The trim on his sleeves was an ostentatious combination of golden, black and flaming orange.

Shen sauntered behind his father, enjoying the comfort of his silk robe that was a solitary shade darker than the snowy appearance of his plumage. The metal joints in his talons slinked across the wood floor like twin glasses clinking.

Paws slapping the floorboards and claws scraping them after each step, the commander marched beside the prince.

As the king turned to peer at his son, his eyes crinkled in disgust. "Keep them out of the throne room. Please, Shen." Exasperation bore heavily upon his voice, and he planted a hand on the end of his beak as if holding his nose.

The courtiers surrounded him with their aromas of peaches in a desperate attempt to relieve his besieged nostrils from the lupine stench of the commander.

The wolf bowed his head and curled his lips, exposing his fangs with a quiet growl. He ambled back down the staircase only when the prince gave a slight nod of his head.

Shen's gaze idled on the stairs to the throne for a moment longer before he offered the majestic peacock a look of tepid sincerity. "What is to be done about it, Father?" His voice carried no indictment or demand for action, merely a wish to understand the expected fate of the bandits.

The king approached his throne with a hand grazing the pristine metal of the armrest. It mirrored the grand tail of the peacock, with its many eyes and sharp feathers reflecting the sunlight pouring in from the ceiling. "These rabble-rousers are guilty of no more than petty thievery."

His short-sighted conclusion drew the makings of a scoff from the prince, but Shen placated his disbelief with an incredulous glance at the peahen approaching his father.

The Soothsayer emerged from the same corner as she had a moment prior but chose to settle onto a green mat diagonal to the throne. The top of her head barely reached his jaw, and a silent weight burdened her walk that she neglected to share.

"Another farm was attacked last night," she lamented with the regal poise of a leader addressing the casualties of war. The edge of her violet robe, which imitated the shell of a giant tortoise, was lifted by her hands as she ascended the stairs. "This one, a member of our private supplier." Shen slowly raised his head, an appalled twitch gripping his left eye.

Standing beside her husband, the queen's plumage was a much duller shade of light blue and faded pink. Where the teal rose to just below the top of his neck and evolved into a royal blue, her face was the colour of a decrepit rug stained with dry wine.

His crest protruded from the crown of his head like a magnificent folding fan, while her crest was an inconspicuous tuft of thin feathers that resembled acupuncture needles.

Like dogs heeding the dinner bell, the antelope wobbled up the stairs to the throne and doubled over in a series of pants. They recovered after a moment of wheezing and presented the dew of the ginkgo trees to the queen, who lethargically accepted it with a distrait glance across the room.

His parents continued the debate in hushed whispers, but Shen turned with a swish of his tail and rushed to the balcony.

The tips of his hand feathers rested on the balustrade. A tapping began as he rapped his fingers against the wood, beak opening as if preparing to declare a grand message to an invisible crowd. Before he could reach a definitive conclusion on his words, the tired voice of his mother gave him pause.

"Shen, something troubles you?" Her tone of caution and hesitant approach, as though she expected a particular answer, startled the peacock. She joined him on the balcony, and despite her inquisitive gaze, Shen refused to look her in the eye. He merely hummed, a sound that brought a twinge of despair to the queen's sunken face.

A cool breeze that flowed from the marketplace swayed her short feathers and carried with it various aromas of cooked rice and dumplings. Watching the city, the peahen acquired a distant uncertainty in the affair that drew her gaze to the guardrail of the balcony. "I worry the raids will not end with gold."

Shen looked askance at her and blinked, his eyes drifting to the edge of Gongmen City, where the elaborate craftsmanship of the towers and cobblestone roads dissolved into wetlands and huts. "Fret not, Mother. This blight upon the kingdom shall be lifted soon enough."

The queen turned to her son with a distinct weariness but mustered a feeble smile. "I pray your words are true, Shen." She continued to observe him with her mouth slowly opening, but the prince strode out of the throne room before she could voice her thoughts.

Hanging her head, the peahen allowed an anxious sigh to slip from her beak.

As metallic clanks descended on the wood stairs that creaked beneath the force of Shen's steps, the commander turned with a twitch of his ear.

The peacock strode past him without offering a direct look, merely a tilt of his head. "Gather your best men," he ordered in a calm tone that courted secrecy and discretion. "When the city sleeps, meet me at its border."

* * *

Before the wolf could crack the stone against the side of your head, a metallic feather soared out of the darkness and impaled the centre of his back.

The stone rolled from his grasp and tumbled across the ground, his mouth agape and countenance frozen in a look of shock. His hand continued to hover in a raised position as if his body were unable to acknowledge the attack.

Legs gradually dragging him forward until they pulled his torso towards the ground, the wolf collapsed on top of you. An agonized grumble was his sole expression of pain, and the stink of an unclean dog punctured your nostrils.

A smooth voice sharpened by irritation and disappointment broke the fragile lull in the raid. "'Petty thievery'. Oh, Father, your naivety is pitiable." The sheen of white plumage gleamed in the outskirts of the light's breadth, and a pair of red eyes emerged from the darkness shrouding the dirt path to the city.

Before the rogues could threaten this interloper, a trio of wolves clad in red and black shoulder guards lurked beside him. A whoosh followed the display of a large, crescent-shaped tail that sported a wall of red and black, eye-like shapes. Mouths opening and ears deflating, every rogue with the ability to move retreated a few steps.

"Prince Shen?" exclaimed the rogue nearest to the paralyzed one. He tucked his bushy tail between his legs when the commander delivered a snarl that scorned him for his misuse of the royal service.

Shen opened his hand in the direction of the wolf who had addressed him, and the commander lunged forward on all fours. As he tackled the rogue and slammed his head into the grass, the two bodyguards pounced on a pair of wolves moving to intervene.

The commander's robust paw and claws squeezed the rogue's face, gales of pungent breath that stunk of raw meat and roadkill enveloping his nose. A cacophony of whimpers, barks and growls pervaded the night as three rogues fought their captors, while the remaining four began to flee.

Swells of dirt wafted into the air like frozen waves.

Shen pursued the wolves in a serpentine manner, and with a swing of his arm, a volley of feathers that resembled sleek daggers brought two of them to the ground.

The final duo scrambled to retreat into the shadows, expelling yelps when a glint of steel emerged from the peacock's robe.

He dragged the blade across a rogue from his upper back to his abdomen in a motion so graceful it seemed to imitate a ballerina twirling on the stage.

For the last wolf, Shen leapt and hovered above him with an outstretch of his tail -- briefly obscuring the light of the moon -- before tucking it and using the force of his descent to propel the sword through the canine's heart.

The breastplate that had sworn to protect his life shattered like glass, and for a sweet moment that passed no faster than a blink in Shen's eyes, the night had achieved peace once more.

"What should we do with these?" Teeth clenched and body unsteady from the belligerent rogue underneath, the commander grunted the question at his prince.

Face speckled with blood, Shen turned slowly as if reassessing the situation. In a voice no higher than a grim whisper, he commanded, "Dispose of them." The commander's ears lowered in an expression of surprise, and the bodyguards, smelling a twinge of uncertainty, looked to him for confirmation.

Licking his chapped lips, the muscular wolf directed his attention at the snivelling rogue. Before he could attack, the rogue cried, "Wǒ zhīdào hěnduō shìqíng!"

The other two captured wolves flung the bodyguards off of them with a swift kick in the stomach and jumped to their feet.

The rogue beneath the commander turned his head to observe them, his eyes widening in terror. "Bié kàojìn wǒ!" As he writhed like a rocking horse, his former comrades brandished battle-axes. They were quickly tackled by the bodyguards, and their weapons clattered to the dirt.

The wolves sunk their fangs into their fellow canines' throats after a murderous glare from Shen.

A scarlet light flooded the battered land, as did the putrid stench of copper and iron. "Speak! Speak!" encouraged Shen, beckoning with a repetitive movement of his arms. "Since your comrades seemed so eager to silence you!"

One of the bodyguards had swiped a torch from the fresh corpses and presented it to their commander.

The red glow of the torch -- like a fiery sunset -- illuminated the haggard face of the rogue, blood trickling and glistening down his chin.

"You're gonna tell me who your boss is, or I swear on the royal family you'll never see another sunrise."

As the torch neared his face, the fur lining his snout began to sizzle. The wolf flattened his ears and bared his teeth with a pained whimper, but his attempt to pull away by kicking his feet through the dirt only earned a look of wry amusement from the commander.

"Bù! Bù! Wǒ bú shuōhuà," muttered the rogue after he spat a droplet of blood onto the ground. A strangled groan burst from his cracked lips when a muscular hand clenched his neck and slightly lifted him.

The commander looked into his crinkled, swollen eyes with a steady intensity, tightening his grip as the rogue's paws struggled to reach the earth. "You best start singing if you want to take your next breath."

The two bodyguards glanced past the captive wolf at each other, their heads and shoulders bobbing with mischievous chuckles.

The canine atop you had succumbed to his paralyzed lungs many minutes ago. While his carcass had yet to secrete the stench of decay, a combination of sweat and flames produced a stink rotten enough to supplant it.

He was knocked off of you and sent tumbling across the earth by a metal foot, and a lithe silhouette appeared among the clouds of smoke and ash billowing into the night sky.

Shen fanned his tail and draped it over you like a blanket.

The sun had long retreated behind the flat stretches of the marsh and allowed the silver reign of the moon to glimmer across the gentle waves that lapped the edges of the city. There was no biting coldness seeping into the air that night, except for the tranquil rage found in the eyes of Shen.

A kindness arose from his strict decorum when his gaze lowered to meet yours. The sudden weight on your head drew a timid gasp as you feared another round of pain.

Instead of a mouthful of dirt or a kick in the jaw, his touch was ghostly and promised a certain immunity from future wrongs. The feathers that had struck the life out of a wolf pack and stained the earth with their blood caressed the top of your head as if they were the warm sheets coating a bed made of the softest silk.

"You are safe now," he whispered, and despite the stench of fresh battle and multitude of aches rattling your body, you wanted to believe it.

"Xièxiè, Prince Shen." It was a phrase that you recited over and over again in stifled, choked breaths as if it were a mantra. As the peacock guided you to a stable position, your hazy eyes fell upon him in a way that spoke of your incomplete faith in his words before you aired it. "These wolves did not come for money like the first."

Unable to conceal his bewilderment, Shen stuttered, "'First'?" His satisfaction in the outcome dampened, for the news was eerily consonant with that of his mother's fear.

You staggered closer to the remnants of your house and, following a long look that deepened with grief and uncertainty about where to rest your head that night, shook your head. "They bore yellow and the horned mark."

Shen tilted his head from side to side in short, abrupt motions.

"Answer me!" came a gruff voice from the scene of two bodyguards restraining the final rogue, who dangled in their grasp with a bloody nose. The commander stood in front of them and landed a punch on the rogue's stomach.

Saliva flew out of his mouth as his head lurched forward, but he released nothing more than a defiant whimper.

The peacock slowly looked in his direction, smile falling and gentle demeanour vanishing.

"Bù! Nǐ bùnéng ràng wǒ shuōhuà!" The familiar argument returned.

Fur bristling, the commander smacked the rogue with his claws. "You're a disgrace to the entire royal guard! Coming out here and terrorizing a farmer -- it makes me sick to even look at you!"

Snorting and groaning to clear his throat, the rogue snapped his jaws with a string of drool plunging into the earth. "Tāmen bù shì wǒ de rén! Tāmen bù shuài! Tāmen bù cōngmíng!"

Before the tirade could culminate, a metallic feather gored the centre of his neck. The wolf slackened in the hold of the bodyguards until they were the only force keeping him from dropping to the dirt. The commander recoiled slightly and watched his body slip lower.

"He had nothing to say," declared Shen, and he swept towards the collection of wolves with impatient steps and a vexed scowl. "We meet at the neighbouring farm tomorrow night."

When the bodyguards released a series of whines, the prince whirled around. The commander was quick to draw the unsavoury attention away from his henchmen. "We just did a week's worth of training in half an hour, so we probably won't be at our best-"

Shen stomped directly in front of the muscular wolf, his limbs quivering and his eyes full of madness. "Tomorrow night! Tomorrow!" His beak opened to spew more iterations of the same order, but he paused upon seeing you amble in the opposite direction of the neighbouring farm.

Shen spared a distracted glance at the blood and corpses littering the ashen farmland.

"I can't afford any more delays."

* * *

A courtier idled on the balcony of the throne room, their gaze fixed on a rice warehouse down the street that seemed diminutive from their high altitude. While the churning of wagon wheels rolling over stones mixed with quiet chatter in the smoky night air, no light peeked through the black windows.

Slim moonlight provided a faint blanket of silver light that diminished further with each tile, for every lantern but those hanging above the throne had been extinguished.

The sound of coins hitting the floor echoed in the desolate room.

Whipping around with a gasp, the antelope examined the darkness like a thief searching for homeowners. A glimmer of white slinked past the edge of their vision closest to the throne as the noise followed the unknown visitor. As if only then recognizing the presence of the courtier, the silhouette stopped and turned to confront them.

"Fetch me a rag," hissed an unsteady voice struggling to remain below a yell.

The courtier was tersely stunned by familiarity before they plucked a grey cloth from their robe and dashed to hand it to the prince. Though shadows cloaked his body, the dark splotches staining his face and neck were like eternal tattoos among his white plumage.

Questions threatened to spill from their lips, but Shen retreated down the stairs to his quarters.

While in the corridor leading to his bedroom, a tranquil voice spoke from behind him. "You return late tonight, Shen." The Soothsayer was patient with pronouncing each word and imbued them all with an accusatory awareness.

The peacock spun around with wide eyes, only to duck his head and turn his back to her. "Yes," murmured Shen as he patted the rag against his neck, "I had some trouble with the wolves." His gaze darted across the tapestries of ancestors lining the walls as if fearing that one would spring to life.

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Shen's agitated breaths and frantic glances at his environment ceased like a conductor ending the symphony with a wave of his baton. "Don't try to ensnare me in one of your traps. The private affairs of a prince are not for your ears, Soothsayer."

The goat lowered her hand and acquired a look of sour determination. "But perhaps they are for my eyes?"

A silence enveloped the corridor, sending a tremor through Shen's form and crushing his ability to be restful. Untold pressure and implicit threats drew his head towards the Soothsayer, and she met his vindictive aura with unyielding resolve.

Before he could act on his defensive instinct, the door to the adjacent bedroom began to slide open. Red light poured into the darkness and blanketed the prince in a crimson hue. He fled into his chamber, yanking the door shut and remaining in the dark as if he had never been awake at all.

The tired faces of the king and queen emerged, their shadows cast upon the wall and their eyes bleary. "Shen?" mumbled the peahen, but her scan of the corridor proved fruitless.

The king looked at both ends of the corridor as if expecting a commotion to erupt and approached the Soothsayer when no courtiers leapt out of the shadows. His hands were tucked into his sleeves, and he kept his back straight and his head elevated despite the fatigue still fresh in his body. "What is the purpose of this disturbance?"

A moment of deliberation passed between the Soothsayer's acknowledgement of the peacock and the next stroke of her beard. She peered at the queen and the door to Shen's bedroom, gradually surrendering to a mournful sigh. "A troubling prophecy has revealed itself to me."

It seemed to pull the queen from her weary state, for she turned to the goat with crinkled eyes and a quivering beak.

The king watched the Soothsayer with a combination of uneasiness and slight tilts of his head. He stepped away from their door and motioned for her to resume the conversation inside, shutting it once all three of them were out of the corridor.

Sorrow heavier than the avalanches that plagued the mountain trails crumpled her face, crinkling her eyes and pulling her mouth into a downcast line. The Soothsayer raised her hand and, with quiet and continual grief, stroked her beard. "I fear that Shen has travelled a most wicked path on this very night."

As she resigned her gaze to the floor with a modest shake of her head, the king opened his beak slightly in disbelief.

"His heart is touched by a dark affliction. It is a path that can lead to nothing but pain and war."

* * *

As you approached the centre of the room, multiple rogues snarled and bowed their ears. Tails were erect as they glared in fervid detestation like ravenous predators awaiting the opportunity to catch their prey alone.

One barked "snitch" with a gnash of his fangs, and before he could acknowledge the flash of white and grey, Shen stood in front of him with a metallic feather poking his neck.

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When Shen spoke, it was narrowly more than an agitated mutter. "Do not poison them with your gaze."

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Gradually, Shen withdrew his feather and straightened his posture. He tucked his arms into the drooping sleeves of his robe, and his beak that had been contorted in a scowl closed into a serene smile. "Ah, yes."

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You stopped after a few brief moments and turned to the prince to indicate that you had reached a verdict, wringing your hands from the uncertainty caused by their palpable malice.

Instead of examining the wolves himself to validate your analysis, he looked at you as if the answer were clear and indisputable.

"It is them, Prince Shen." As these words left your mouth, the wall torches that once blazed like miniature infernos seemed to darken.

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The commander and his henchmen tightened their hold on the prisoners when they began to squirm.

A rogue opened his mouth to howl, but the cry turned into muffled gurgling as a metallic feather impaled his throat. The wolf collapsed soon after, earning shaken and unnerved looks from the rest of the pack.

Taking a short step back, the commander twitched his ear and peeked at Shen with slightly widened eyes. The peacock was peering over his shoulder at the corpse with frenzied satisfaction.

He whipped around with a flourish of his robe, arms outstretched as if to deliver a rousing speech to the army. "Does anyone else wish to cry for help?"

It was a double-edged question -- balancing on the thin line between rhetorical and a test of bravery -- that promised varying degrees of the same fate no matter how it was answered, but a rogue was forced to gamble when his eyes darted to those of Shen.

The peacock seemed to glide across the room like a spectre. As the blade prepared to strike, the wolf tumbled onto his haunches and held his paws in front of his face in a pathetic attempt at defence. "It was an order! No one was supposed to die! The boss just wanted us to rough 'em up a bit, I swear!"

A sharp object zoomed through the crevices in his fingers and pressed against his snout.

"On your life?" The voice carried a deadly stillness, but the hint of intractable fury brimming underneath the surface was louder than the most discordant firecracker.

Drawing his legs and tail to his waist, the rogue sniffled and resisted the tears threatening to cascade down his cheeks. "Yēyē!"

Shen sheathed the feather and cocked his head with pride. "Then you won't mind spending the remainder of it on the front lines, digging trenches and stacking bricks until your back snaps."

Frenetic whimpers and pleas for mercy spewed from the wolf as a pair of guards seized his arms and hauled him to the door. As he was dragged past you, he offered a regretful look that was reminiscent of a wild animal realizing its doom just before the trap came down upon its head.

A rogue lunged from out of the ranks of the prisoners and called, "Āngzàng de pàntú!"

The commander raised a paw to strike him, but a metallic feather embedded itself in the rogue's stomach. He fell to the ground in a mess of whines, scarcely resisting when a guard pulled him back into his cell to bleed.

The final rogue flattened his ears and attempted to retreat behind iron bars but was caught by the maniacal stare of Shen.

He watched the canine with the occasional tilt of his head as if daring him to make a sound. When the wolf's gaze darted to you, the prince stepped in the way of it and began a slow approach. His speckled tail started to unfold, and his pace rapidly increased until he seemed to slide across the floor.

As a pristine set of claws grasped his neck and threw him onto his back, the rogue stammered in a voice that grew progressively constricted, "I'll tell you where my boss is!" The weight on his torso shifted as dark blotches materialized in the corners of his vision. "They -- he meets us at the old rice warehouse. The one on Black Dragon Alley!"

Despite this information, Shen continued to lower a shaky blade towards his eyes.

The wolf maneuvered his head in various directions to avoid the tip of the metal. "Tā ràng wǒmen jiào tā Zhāng Míng!" A terrifying numbness was spreading throughout his body, a cold blanket of ice following.

After the peacock released him, it took several seconds for his nerves to revive and plunge him into a fit of gasps and pants.

"Zhāng Míng," repeated Shen with playful distaste. "To think I'm hunting wolves like vermin, only for the nest to be right under our noses!"

Removing his paws from his face, the rogue peeked at him like a child investigating a loud noise.

"So, I'm … I'm clean? My ledger is clear?" The hope that he would live had barely exited his mouth when a sharp feather pointed at his snout. It pricked his black nose, a mere fraction of the damage that the peacock, standing atop his chest and fighting a twitch in his eye, wished to instill.

The feather twitched nearer, and in a voice softer than the gentle tide coasting the city harbour but relishing a taste of insanity, Shen whispered, "Posthumously."

Gaze dropping to the floor in an instant, the wolf searched for whether relief or dread was the correct reaction. "Shénme-"

His confusion was ended by the slice of a blade across his throat.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

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floraltypes · 3 years

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“bandaging, stitching up a injury”with tony dinozzo please and congrats on 200 😙

pairing - tony dinozzo x reader

request prompt - “bandaging/stitching up an injury”

tw - blood, gun, fighting, normal ncis things

an - so excited i for a request for tony!! and thank you sm!

“Stop whining,” You grumbled, pulling out the first aid kit as the man sitting on the counter just huffed a little, setting his attention onto some odd decoration hanging on the wall.

“It hurts!” He whipped his head around to face you, slightly mumbling when he felt the pain from moving to quick, cursing in the slightest. “Hurry!”

“I’m not some nurse,” You shook your head, walking back over. “Please, let me read this so I know I’m doing the right thing!”

Jenny Shepard had sent the two of you on a undercover mission, one where you had to get information about who was selling secret navy technology that hadn’t even been finished yet.

She trusted Tony a lot, but for this particular task, it was recommended that he had a partner to blend in more, and a more traditional partner, making it you.

Secretly, though the woman would never admit it, she saw the spark you two had between each other. And knew how undercover relationships could help a spark grow. She saw the way Tony’s eyes lingered more than normal.

How he refrained from chatting about his meaningless hookups when you were around, only bringing it up if you did something about yours. How he somehow always had a spare jacket of his when you forgot yours, or always allowed McGee or Ziva to do the dirty work instead of you. Those were just things she noticed.

The team them self, Gibbs, McGee, Ducky, Palmer, and Ziva all noticed more, since they were around more often. How he memorized your Chinese food order, what cafe in town was your favorite, how your pencils all needed to be in a specific spot, and more.

You were more closed off, observing more than speaking, knowing much about the others, but not the same for them when it came to you. Yet, Tony was able to find out a lot, for some reason you let the obnoxious man in, and even made a effort to offer your advice when he didn’t specifically ask, but he ended up appreciating it.

For this particular case, you were expected to act as a traditional domestic couple, you being the doting, house-wife and Tony being the ruthless arms dealer. A big contrast, your roles from your true selves.

“Are you prepared for this task?” Jenny questioned, sitting behind her desk with a certain stare in her eye.

“Of course,” You quickly nodded, looking over to Tony who did the same.

“We got this, easy peasy,” He waved his hand, making a ‘pshtt’ noise, and placing his arm on your shoulder to try and lean on you.

“I would hope you wouldn’t say things like that, around your boss,” Jenny sighed, shaking her head at DiNozzo, soon standing up and handing you two files with your new personas and names. “We will meet soon, this is to be kept fully undercover. No other members of your team are to know.”

“Yes, director.”

“You got it Shepard!”

“Don’t call me that,” She slammed the door shut once the two of you left, a small smirk making its way onto your lips as you read the file that was Tony’s, Jenny handing you two the opposite one.

“Why are you smiling?” Tony stopped his pace, peering over at you who was reading. “Come on, why?”

“This guy is nothing like you,” You laughed. “How is she expecting you to pull this off, you’re not a actor!”

“What do you mean,” He grumbled, snatching the file from your hands and quickly skimming through it. “I’m strong, manly.”

“You saying that, just proves you’re not,” You chuckled once more, your grin getting wider at the way he slightly flexed his muscles,

“Well, let’s read yours, miss perfect actress,” He flipped yours open, soon breaking into a loud laugh as he read, shoving it into your hands.

“What’s your problem now?” You read it, eyes widening. “What the hel-”

“There’s no way you could pull that off! Actually be nice, and follow directions from me? No way. Oh! And you have to cook, I’ve tasted your food.”

“Shut up! I can do this, I’m a talented agent, this is nothing.”

“Oh it’s something, something you can’t do.”

“What about you arms dealer, half your shots don’t land.”

“Take that back!”

“Nope,” You crossed your arms, files in hand and walked away as he quickly jogged to catch up.

“So, I’m not a pro shooter like some trained assassin, or Ziva, but I’m a good American agent!”

“Whatever makes you happy, and if saying that does, then okay,” You shrugged, heading to your desk and putting the files in your locked drawer. “But I’ll be able to do my role, trust me. I won’t enjoy it, but I can do it.”

“And I can do mine.” He stepped away for a moment, making a face like a idea had popped into his head.“You know,” He came up right behind you, spinning you around so your faces were inches apart. “Maybe we should get the first kiss done now, so it won’t be awkward later.”

“Uh,” One situation, that was your weakness, was faking romantic ones, all the nerves and emotions quickly spurting up that it took you a few extra seconds to recover.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me your nervous?” And that was one situation that Special Agent DiNozzo strived in.

“What are you two doing?” McGee walked over with Ziva, the both of them staring oddly at you two.

“Tony! That’s what they call sexual harassment!” Ziva quickly pointed out, pulling him by the back of his jacket to a further distance. “Hold your ponies!”

“Ponies?” Tony repeated as you all glared at her oddly.

“She means horses,” Gibbs strode in, heading straight to his cabinets to pull out his gun and badge. “Dead marine, let’s go.”

The day of your undercover case had gone smoothly, you both hiding it well from the rest of the team, and saving to try all the romantic activities for the actual day.

You met the man, who was selling the technology, one that told which arms were real and fake, at a nice restaurant, filled with other couples and such, ones that looked familiar from files and others unfamiliar. Of course, you also had some undercover agents attending, blending in with the crowd.

“Marco! A pleasure,” Tony smiled as he went in for a hug with the seller, pulling him tight and the both patting their back. “My, my, I didn’t expect you to look like this.”

“Ah, Lucas, you look different that what I imagined as well. Kinder in a sense.”

“Better watch yourself now,” Tony’s voice was devoid of any emotions regarding excitement now, stern and deep.

“So, the ruthlessness comes out,” Marco awkwardly laughed, taking his seat as his wife sat down right besides him. “This is Maria, and you must be…?”

You stuck out your hand as he took it in his own, placing a small kiss on it. “I’m Julia,” You smiled small as Tony placed a hand on your back, making you retract your hand a bit faster.

“I see you have your girl trained,” Marco laughed at the way your posture changed, taking it for fear instead of nerves, good enough since it worked with the type of man he was. “Same as me, say hello Maria.”

“Hello,” She smiled as well, it clearly not reaching her eyes, as she put her own hand forward for Tony to do the same as Marco did.

“Good, good, we are so similar, both just wanting to sell and provide for our family!” Marco expressed, talking with his hands. “I’m glad we now get to chat Lucas, I’ve heard that you’re a good man, yet scary.”

“That’s good, what I want to be known for. I’m a good partner, but there should still be a hint of fear,” He laughed, taking a drink from the scotch on the table.

“Wise words. Reminds me of the Renassiance writer Machiavelli,” Marco mentioned. “Wrote ‘The Prince’, wise advice from a wise man.”

“Indeed,” Tony hummed, rubbing a small pattern on your back which made you flinch in the slightest, thrown off with just how touchy he was being.

“Shall we order? Then we could start our discussion!”

“I’m glad we made a deal,” Tony hummed, pleased with how he would soon be able to ‘purchase’ the device off of the man, fellow agents waiting outside to arrest him and everyone involved. “I’ll be sending the money now, and you have it with you?”

“I don’t, if I carried it on me, that would be too easy to snatch,” Marco laughed, taking another chug of his drink and finishing up the last of his food. “But, it is outside in my car, if your darling, Y/n? Y/n, if she’d like to come with me to get it, I’m not opposed to that,” He smiled.

You looked up at Tony, awaiting his answer, and you knew he was contemplating it. Who knew where Marco’s car was, who else would be there, what could happen with you alone? But you had your gun.

“Sure, why not,” Tony stood up, turning you around, and placing his hands on both sides of your shoulder, moving his lips close to your ear to whisper “Be safe,” and pull back away to place a kiss on your lips.

You nodded at him, patting his hand and turning to follow Marco out to the back door. He led you through the dark night to where a car stayed park, lights on the outside and trunk popped open.

Soon Marco spun around, grabbing your bag and taking your gun out, throwing it to the side.

“Oh my! How did tha-”

“Shut up!” He quickly cut off your act. “Your husband hiding his gun in your bag, thinks he’s smart. You probably can’t even shoot it, I’ll prove to that idiot not to mess with me, because now his poor wife is going to be killed,” He grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him. “Sorry, you’re kind of pretty, too bad your husband thinks I’m a idiot.”

“Too bad you are,” You scoffed, kicking him up in the crotch to then turn around and spin kick him in his ribs, unlatching the knife hidden underneath your dress and griping it tightly in your hand.

“You bitch!” He yelled as he rushed after you, as you ducked, a man quickly came from out of the car, grabbing you from behind and making you drop your knife. “Ha!”

“Fuck,” You mumbled, squirming in his grip and surveying your surroundings.

“Hey, take this!” Tony yelled, coming up to Marco and punching him square in the face, Marco swung the knife, cutting Tony’s stomach as the both fell to the ground. You took this opportunity to move your hands up and poke the man holding you in the eyes, stepping on his foot, and turning around to punch him right in the nose.

Reaching down you grabbed your knife, Tony now standing up with your gun in his hand.

“We make a great power couple,” You smiled at his words, he walked forward to stand by you, aiming the gun at the two men who were just getting their balance. He handed you your purse with handcuff hidden in a pocket, handing you a pair.

“Our team just swarmed the restaurant, so don’t expect backup,” You commented, now hearing yelling and broken dishes in the background, watching men come out in handcuffs.

“Are you guys ready to go now?” Tony asked before the man who had attacked you ran after Tony and Marco ran after you.

Tony shot the man in the leg, him quickly falling down in pain. Marco ran for you as you stabbed his arm, elbowing him in the gut, and kicking at his knees so he fell to the ground.

“Yikes,” Tony winced as more agents came running up with their guns aimed. “That’s gotta hurt.”

“Yeah, it will,” You agreed, staring at the men, then facing back to Tony.

“Wow, you know,” He turned around looking straight at you, excited look on his face. “That felt just like how I imagined the spies in movies feel, the perfect lines and moves. Wow,” He sighed. “I feel like I’m on some high right no- oh yeah,” He looked down at his shirt with a blood stain seeping through.

“Tony! Shit!” You swore, ripping a bit of your dress and putting it on the wound, guiding him back into the restaurant and making him sit on one of the counters as you attended to his wound, finding the first aid kit and getting to work. He let out a little noise as soon as you tried to clean up some of the blood around it.

“Stop whining,” You grumbled, opening up the first aid kit as the man sitting on the counter just huffed a little, setting his attention onto some odd decoration hanging on the wall.

“It hurts!” He whipped his head around to face you, slightly mumbling when he felt the pain from moving to quick, cursing in the slightest. “Hurry!”

“I’m not some nurse,” You shook your head, walking back over. “Please, let me read this so I know I’m doing the right thing!” You were stressed and now trying to put some ointment on the cut, the directions in the box saying that was the correct thing to do, and then using multiple bandages to cover it.

“Thanks,” He huffed when you were finished. “Guess I’m going to have to cancel that night out with my college buddies tomorrow, can’t go with a huge slash in my stomach!”

“That’s smart, you should stay home, watch some of your movies or something.”

“It’s not as fun as going out with them,” There was a slight pout on his lips as he stared down at his injury. “This is what I get as a thanks for saving someones life?”

“You didn’t save my life,” You quickly corrected him, beginning to put some of the materials away and try to find some water for him. “But, I guess, maybe I can come to your place and we could watch some movies together?”

“Sure! Just be prepared, if you’re coming, we have to do this whole marathon because you haven’t seen any of the classics. And that’s more disappointing since you’ve lived in America for such a long time.”

It was easy to tell the news immediately brightened up his mood, and maybe the day together could be nice.

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the-writer-ofthe-fandoms · 3 years

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Emergency Visits (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 4.5k+

Warning(s): SMUT! Oral (Reader recieving), fingering, penetration, fluff!!! (Cringe warning too)

A/N: HONESTLY, idk why i had the courage to write smut but I did. THE ORIGINAL ONE-SHOT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAVE SMUT LMFAO also yall know I am a sucker for crossovers SOOO the timelime for TFATWS is off in this because Frank Castle is in here and I wrote most of this before episode 5 <3

Summary: Bucky, Sam, and Zemo need a place to lay low in while in the States and you're their most trusted person they know. What was not predicted was your vigilante friend needing medical help that same night.

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You were a former Avenger. You were highly trained in combat but your purpose was to help any wounded comrade or citizen when you and the team were called in. The fighting days were pretty much over for you after the last battle with Thanos. You still used your medical knowledge to work at the different hospitals in New York City and helped Matt Murdock or Frank Castle with any wounds. Rarely you'd help with some vigilante work, but you rather sit out and keep to a less violent life.

You were mindless watching whatever Netflix suggested to you on a breezy night in your humble apartment in New York. It has been a rather boring few nights for you compared to more hectic ones, given your vigilante friends weren't getting as hurt as usual and didn't need discreet medical care.

Your cellphone ringing next to you snapped your attention away from your binging of a John Mulaney stand up show (good choice Netflix). You looked at the caller idea and swore your heart fluttered ever so slightly.

James Buchanan Barnes was calling.

You had spent many months in Wakanda with him as Shuri worked tirelessly to get rid of Hydras grasp on his mind. Your main focus was learning new information on medicine but you always made sure to visit Bucky. You both got pretty close... Light touches, lingering hugs, and often staring at each other when the other wasn't looking became a commonality. It was obvious feelings of love were blossoming for you, but you weren't fully sure if he felt the same.

After the battle you both stayed in contact, but he decided to reside in D.C. while you laid roots back in the familiarity of New York. You both made sure to visit each when possible, but it had been about a month and a half since you last saw him.

"Hey, Buck." You smiled, answering his call. "It's been a few days, usually you make sure to call every other night. Are you okay?"

"I..." You heard him sigh, making you sit up straight. "I need a favor, doll."

"Of course, you know I would do practically anything for you."

"That applies to me too right?" You heard Sam in the background, making you chuckle.

"Yes, it does Sam. How are you?"

"I've been better, these past few days have been rough but I'll let Stare-a-tron explain it to you." You heard a wack and an 'ow' come from Sam.

"So..." Bucky started but didn't continue.

"So...?"

"So, have you paid any attention to the news regarding Munich?"

"I have now connected the dots."

"What?"

"You broke a certain terrorist out of jail didn't you, James." You groan. When you saw the news about Zemo you couldn't possibly connect it to Buck and Sam, but with this call and a need of a favor instantly made you realize.

"Technically, (Y/N), he broke himself out."

"Do I need to slap some sense into you? He killed King T'Chaka. He broke up the Avengers--"

"I know, I know." You heard him sigh. You listened in closer and heard some background traffic noise that sounded like the streets of New York. "Listen, we need a place to lay low for a bit in the States and your the only person I can one-hundred percent trust. I can't tell you more on the phone but please-"

"Yes, yes of course Buck. You guys, well minus Zemo, are welcomed here for whatever reason. Do you need me to text you the address?"

"Nah, we are actually about to enter your apartment building."

"Well hurry up so we can decide on take out." You chuckled and hung up the phone. You only had to wait a few minutes before you heard knocking at your door. Wasting no time you opened the door as fast as you can and practically tackle Bucky into a hug.

He chuckled gently, "I missed you too, doll."

You released him from your hold and grinned as Sam. "Come here Sam, I haven't seen you in a few months." You pulled him into a less dramatic but friendly hug.

"Good to see you too, (Y/N)." Sam and Buck made their way into the apartment leaving you faced to face with Zemo.

"Hello." You greeted, offering a differential handshake.

"Hello, (Y/N). I hope all is well." He accepted the short handshake and gave an equally differential smile before entering your apartment.

"Welcome to my humble abode, make yourselves at home here. I have two bedrooms so we better discuss sleeping arrangements-"

"Easy, I call dibs bunking with you while Wings and Zemo stay in your spare room." Bucky interrupted.

"Hold up, why can't you stay with creepy-magee? I'm sure you two would love to stare at each other." Sam argued.

"Because I called dibs, isn't that right Doll?"

"He did call dibs, Sam." You shrugged and laugh at his look of betrayal.

You heard Zemo start to speak but Sam beat him to it, "You don't get an opinion." Zemo simply put his hands up and surrendered while the other two kept arguing about the concept of dibs.

"Anyways I'll order some Chinese food and we can discuss why you three are here over dinner."

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Your mind was blown.

Bucky and Sam filled you in on Isaiah, the return of super soldiers, why they needed Zemo, and the issues they had with the New Captain America. You also almost chastised Bucky for missing his mandated therapy session but decided to keep eating your food and let him continue.

"Wow, that is fucking nuts. Super soldiers, huh?" You sigh. As much as you didn't want to, you had a feeling they would need your help with fighting. After all you fought along with the original Captain America, so you picked up ways to fight super soldiers.

"Yeah, after Madripoor we need to lay low. Hopefully no one spotted us." Sam said, starting to pick up his dishes. Everyone seemed to follow suit and you were about to speak again when you heard knocking at your door.

"Hey, can you take these for me? I'll go answer the door." You slid your stuff towards Buck who looked at you worried.

"Do you want one of us to answer the door with you?"

"Nah I should be fine, it's probably Mrs. Espinoza looking for her sons cat." You waved him off, making your way to the door. You unlock your locks and crack open the door.

There stood Frank fucking Castle, covered in an obscene amount of blood while using the wall for support.

"Hey..." He greeted with a hoarse voice and a weak attempt of a smile.

"Holy shit, Frank." You said barely above a whisper. "Fuck, can one you guys come here?!" You shouted, opening the door wider while taking one his arms over your shoulder.

"What the hell, (Y/N)?" Bucky looked at you and the blood soaked Punisher with bewilderment.

"I'll explain in a bit! Just help me take him to the couch. Sam go get my medical bag, it's in my closet in the room on the left! Zemo clear everyones stuff from the couch." You barked out orders while you and James carefully led Frank to the couch. When Zemo cleared it off and Sam came running out with your bag, you both laid him down on the couch.

With no hesitation you quickly wash your hands and prepare your equipment.

"Are you going to tell us what the hell is happening right now, (Y/N)?" Buck asked.

"I am also wondering why we have a beaten guy on your couch." Sam's face was full of worry.

You sigh and begin removing Franks clothes to look for any life threatening wounds. "This is the Punisher. If you haven't kept up with the more lower level news he is one of the vigilantes."

"That doesn't explain why he is here."

"I... I am friends with him and Daredevil. I patch them up so they can avoid the hospital." You see a bullet wound on his side, it was bad but it was manageable with an exit wound. "One of you hold him up so I can stitch his back."

Bucky immediately joined your side, using his enhanced strength to hold up Frank.

"You gonna introduce me to your friends here, (Y/N)?" Frank rasped. "I gotta know whose cold ass hand is touchin' me."

"I'll introduce you to them later, let me get you stable."

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After what felt like hours, you finished dressing a gash on his thigh. You peel of your bloodied gloves and get up from kneeling on the floor. You helped sit Frank up so he can get a good look at whose here.

"Frank, this is Sam Wilson and James Barnes. I worked and fought with them as an Avenger." You gesture to the two. You saw him eyeing Buck before giving you a knowing look. You both were friends after all, he knew of your feelings towards Bucky.

"Who's the guy in the pimp coat?" He grunted and gestured towards Zemo, who rolled his eyes.

"Baron Zemo. Escapee prisoner."

"Zemo? As in the guy who bombed the UN? Do you need me to-"

"No Frank, they need him alive." You chuckled.

"Well, it's good to put faces to names. Especially yours, James." Frank spoke, nudging you. "I'll get my spare clothes and rinse off the blood now, something tells me the guest room will be taken." You were going to protest but knew Frank was too stubborn to listen. The four of you watched him make his way to the guest room before closing the door.

"Oh so he knows about us but we don't know about him?" Sam arched a brow at you. Bucky stayed silent, clenching both his fists.

You sigh, "I am sorry for not telling you guys. I didn't keep my involvement with vigilantes away from you both on purpose, I promise."

"Can we trust the Punisher? Will everything be safe with all of us here?"

"You don't have to worry about me talking." Frank came out of the room in new clothes, using a damp towel to wipe his face. "(Y/N)'s stuck her neck out for me countless times. I owe it to her."

"If (Y/N) trusts you then we trust you."

"As much as I want to stay up, I think it is best we get some sleep. Tomorrow we can talk more." You stretch and yawn and everyone seemed to agree. Castle put a pillow on the couch and grabbed a spare blanket you had lying around.

"C'mon man you can have the bed. You look like you got the shit beaten out of you." Sam said.

"Nah it's fine. I'm a light sleeper. I can stay out here in case he," Castle pointed to Zemo, "tries somethin'."

"C'mon Buck, your rooming with me." You smile and grab his non-vibranium hand.

"I don't want to share a room with Zemo." Falcon groaned

"Bucky did call dibs after all."

You said goodnight to Sam, and gave Frank a quick hug goodnight before you and James went into your bedroom, a duffel bag in his hand.

James was feeling jealous. He didn't want to admit it but watching how friendly you were with Frank Castle made his feelings worse. He could pick up the familiarity between the two of you and how easy you were able to talked to him. Frank was someone in your life Bucky didn't know existed. How close were you to the Punisher?

Thoughts of you and Frank entered his head but he quickly tried to dismiss them. It made his chest ache just thinking about you and another man. Yeah, Buck was smitten with you. But the feelings of self-doubt and guilt always made it hard for him to confess. With the addition of Frank? Made it almost impossible.

"You can use the bathroom to change while I cahnge out here." Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He nodded silently, clenching his jaw, while entering the bathroom.

Your stare lingered at the door before you quickly put on a different set of comfortable clothes, discarding your previous clothes to the floor. You picked up on his sudden quietness and you hoped he wasnt truly mad at you. With a quiet sigh you slid under the blankets of your bed and waited for Bucky so you could get to bed. You and Bucky have shared the floor and bed before, and you were able to keep it together.

But after everything that has happened, after finally seeing him after almost two months, it made you feel nervous. You weren't sure if it was exhaustion or stress, but your feelings for Bucky suddenly felt overwhelming.

If that wasn't enough, you felt like your face was burning when he stepped out from the bathroom, wearing just his boxers and dogtags.

"I, uh, hope you don't mind. I found sleeping without a shirt easier to deal with nightmares. Helps cool me off."

"No, no. Don't worry at all Buck." You smile but it felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest. He smiled briefly before he turned out the lights, joining you in bed. You both laid on your sides, back facing back. You shut your eyes and try to focus on sleeping, but the image of shirtless, only in boxers James flooded your thoughts.

"Doll?" James voice cut through the silence.

"Y-yes, Buck?"

"Who... Who is Frank to you?" He asked in a low, dejected tone. Your eyes snap open. What kind of question was that from him?

"What do you mean?" You roll to face him but his back was still towards you.

"Are you and Frank..." He paused, "just ignore it, nevermind."

"Bucky, face me." He didn't respond. "Please, James." You heard him sigh but he complied, turning to face you. The subtle light from your window made it easier to see his handsome face in the dark. You gulped, trying to muster an ounce of courage to tell him these feelings you've held for him for years.

"Frank and I are strictly friends. Before he became the Punisher he had a wife and two kids who he loved dearly. They-they were killed in front of him. He loved his wife dearly and I don't think he is looking to start dating anytime soon." You sigh and things go silent for a moment.

You rested a hand on his cheek and scooch closer. "James, I... I really enjoy spending time with you. I enjoy your presence. After all that we have been through, with getting the code words out your head to losing Steve... I want to be by your side no matter what." You felt tears prick your eyes.

"I feel the same way about you doll." James spoke, just above a whisper. "You help ground me and honestly you help keep me sane." His hand found its way above yours that was cupping his cheek. Gently he moved your hand to his lips. He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles before moving it over his heart. "I've felt this for a while and I never had much courage to say it before but... I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, James." You smile, a few happy tears managed to escape your eyes.

"C'mere." He helped move you close to him, pulling you into a deep hug. The chill of his vibranium arm caused goosebumps but the warmth of his other arm gave you comfort.

You wrap your arms around his bare torso and snuggled your face into his neck. God he smelt good. With a little courage coursing through you, you gave him a small kiss on the neck before giving him a little love bite, nothing that would bruise.

Bucky chuckled moving a part from you, just enough to get a full look at your face. Without saying anything he leaned in, his eyes hooded, placing his lips on yours. One of his hands found its way to your head while the other rested on your hip. You pushed your body closer to his, while gently dragging your nails across his back.

"Mm Doll." He mumbled against your lips. "I... I want to continue this with you if that's alright with you."

"Yes, Bucky." And in an instant after giving him the word, he maneuvered you onto your back while he hovered on top of you, his dogtags dangling down. He removed them from his body.

"Don't want those hitting your pretty face." He smiled and leaned in to kiss you once again, this time him slipped his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. His warm hand rested on your neck before he slowly dragged it down your chest and to the hem of your shirt. He messed with it a little, teasing to go underneath. You whine a bit and arch your back as he kept messing with it.

"May I?" You simply nod in response. He pushed himself away from you and took the hem of your shirt, helping you remove it. The cold air hitting your now exposed chest made you shiver. "No bra? Naughty." He smirked.

"I'm not the one who came out only his his boxers."

"Touché." He tossed your shirt onto the ground and soaked in the view below him. The perfect lighting leaking through the blinds illuminated everything in just the right way. James licked his lips, "You are gorgeous, doll."

"You're pretty handsome yourself." You smile, which made him smile.

"Let me treat you like a goddess. Let me repay the favor." Without another word James attacked your neck with his mouth, nipping and sucking on the area. He continued leaving love marks from your neck down to your chest slowly. The sensation made you moan as tingles went through your body. You felt yourself getting wetter as he continued to leave hickies on your chest.

Bucky used his non-vibranium hand to cup your right breast, kneading it gently. Maintaining eye contact with you his leans his head down to your free breast before giving your raised nipple a quick lick. The feel made your body shake ever so slightly, making him smirk at the reaction. He did it again, although this time slower before latching on, using his tongue to swipe over the sensitive bump.

"Bucky-" You gasped. You felt heat slowly build in your core, not enough to have you screaming, but enough to feel pleasurable. "That feels so good." He continued giving your tender breasts and nipples attention, slowly building you up.

"Lets get these pajama shorts off." He sat up again, moving himself lower on the bed. He gripped the waistband of your shorts and began slowly removing them while you lifted your legs to help. Discarding them like your shirt, he tosses those articles of clothing to the floor. You were left with just your panties

His hands take your knees and help spread your legs farther a part, soaking in the view of your body spread out. His mouth found its place on your in thigh. He left small kissed, sometimes little bites, and he dragged his mouth closer and closer to your wet pussy. "I want to taste you doll, is that alright?"

"Y-yes Bucky, please." You begged, adjusting your hips ever so slightly. "I want to feel you more."

"As you wish." He smirked. Before he removes your panties he places soft kissed over the fabric covering your pussy. You stifle a moan, as he continued to tease you against the fabric. When he was done, he remove your underwear with ease.

"You are stunning, absolutely stunning." His hand found its way to your slit. He gently brushed his fingers over your sensitive skin, making your body twitch ever so slightly. "You're so wet for me, already." His tongue slowly and softly dragged around your vagina and clit, the teasing is back on.

"A-Ah!" You quietly moaned, trying to keel your voice down. You moan again when you felt one metal finger enter slowly while his mouth latched to your clit. One of your hands reached down to grip his hair as he began to finger and play with your clitoris.

The pleasure had your curling your toes. You had to bite your lip to hold back from moaning loudly. You didn't feel like waking up the others.

Another finger entered as he started to speed up his motions, his tongue and mouth still on your clitoris.

"That feels so good." You said with an airy tone as he continued to work.

"You taste divine." His breath against your sensitive skin made you your thighs clamp around his head. The pleasure was building up and you felt like your were close to cumming.

"J-James, - oh god!" You kept your voice down but the work he is doing to your clit made it hard to stay quiet. "Fuck-"

James give your clit one last lick before sitting, removing his fingers in the process. He then licked his fingers clean as he stared down at your panting body. He could feel his cock wanting to be free from his boxers so he removed them, letting his large erection out. He watched you squirm as you awaited for his touch again.

"Do you want my dick inside you, doll?"

"Ye-yes please." You begged, wiggling your hips for him. "Please!"

"God your so hot." He leaned back over you, placing a sloppy kiss on your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips. Lining himself up to your entrance he looked to you. "Ready?"

"Yes!" He smiled, and slowly slide his cock inside you. You gasp as you feel him stretch you out, tears stinging your eyes. He stopped once he was fully in, letting you have a moment to get adjusted. "I don't know how I'll keep my voice down."

"Bury your face into my neck, I want to hear you moan my name."

You did what he suggested, you wrapped your arms around his torso while he used his vibranium arm to stay stable and his other arm around your head to keep himself close to you. His body was completely on top of yours.

"You can move now."

James slowly moved his hips away, almost entirely removing his cock from you except the tip before thrusting back in. Your moan was successful smothered by his body. He continued thrust himself inside your pussy, the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

"O-Oh James- yesyesyes," You mewl. "You feel so good." You heard him let out a husky groan in your ear.

"I love it when you say my name, (Y/N)." He whispered in your ear as he kept his pace. You continue to moan out his name, gripping him tight as his thrust got faster. "Fuck, your so tight."

"Shit- faster!" You begged and he obliged. "You're so good to me Bucky. You-you're perfect." You could feel his thrust starting to gst sloppy as you felt waves of pleasure course through your body.

"Baby you make me crazy." He moaned. You could feel his hand make its way down to your clit, and your body arches against his as he pressed down on the sensitive bud. He practically started pounding your pussy as he moaned in your ear.

"James I'm gonna- I'm so close!" You cry out as the the feeling kept building.

"Do it, cum for me."

It was like everything in your body started shake as the pressure finally snaps in your core. You bury your face into his chest and moan his name as blinding, white hot pleasure filled your being. Your walls tighten around his cock and you feel him start to tense.

His thrusts became harder before he finally released his thick cum inside of you before collapse onto of you, panting. Both of you were sweaty and breathing hard, but neither of you moved. The feeling of his cock inside you, twitching, was extremely hot.

"You're amazing, (Y/N)." He grinned, making you smiled.

"You're the best damn thing in my life, James."

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You woke up naked the next morning, curled up to an equally naked, sleeping Bucky. You smiled, remembering last nights confession and everything after that. You watch him sleep for a moment before deciding to slip out of bed to make everyone breakfast. You throw on the pajamas you wore before hand and quietly leave the room.

You close the door as quietly as and turned around, only to see Frank sitting at the table reading a magazine you had lying around.

"Oh good morning Frank." You smiled and walked past him, hoping he wouldn't notice anything. "I'm gonna make some breakfast for everyone."

"Morning, (Y/N)." He grunted. "Sleep well?"

You almost choked on air, "Yes, I did. How about you?"

"Oh you know, the couch is alright but I am a light sleeper remember? I kept hearing weird noises through the night. " Your face felt on fire as you turned to face him. He wore a smug smirk on his face. "Got something on your neck there."

You rush to grab your phone and look in the camera. Low and behold, hickies were left on your neck. "Shit."

Frank snorted, "So you finally got with your crush, huh?"

"Oh shut it you grump."

"I'm just teasing you. You know I'm happy for you, (Y/N)."

"Thanks, Frank."

Frank decided to help you with breakfast, taking on making bacon and sausage while you attended to making pancakes. And sure enough the rest of the people in the apartment came out.

"They're gonna see them. "

"I know, I am bracing myself for Sam's teasing." You sigh. You go and place the plate pancakes you made on the table while Frank placed the bacon and sausage he made.

"G'morning, doll. I missed ya in the morning." Bucky approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I wanted you to wake up to some breakfast." You grinned and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Did you finally confess your feelings?" You heard Sam. "I gotta get ahold of Tic Tac and Clint they owe- what the hell is on your neck (Y/N), is that what I think it is?" He groaned and sat at the table, everyone taking their spots.

"Hickies are messages on the body that can show ones presence on another-" Zemo spoke but was cut off by Sam.

"I do not want to know, Zemo. Lets just eat."

Breakfast was great. You were surprised Frank got along with the others, though it did take some talking to by Sam to break him out of his shell. You also could have sworn Buck and Frank had a stare down at one point but were both laughing and smiling.

You take hold of Bucks hand that was on the table and give it a light squeeze, smiling at him while he smiled back. Life was pleasant even after these emergency visits.

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