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Hello! I absolutely love your Delphini headcanons, I feel like her character in the Cursed Child did such an injustice to both Voldemort and Bellatrix >:/

If you don't mind, can you do a pt 2 about Delphini in an AU where the Lestranges and Voldemort live/win + raise her to be just as amazing!!

Hi! Thank you for the ask, anon ❤️

I'm glad you like them, since she's a character I personally really disliked in the play (not even her as a person, but she's just so horribly written- TCC as a whole makes me cringe so bad).

For reference, they are talking about this post especially and also this one about her conception & birth and this one too (for good measure).

Warning: anon, I know you want fluff. But you're not getting it from me, I'm an angsty bitch, and the following is angst.

So. The only way I can see Voldemort wanting for a child is for his own personal gain, to have a backup plan in case his body fails. A sort of dark magic experiment. Perhaps he knew his time in his own body was limited (and he did go for the Stone first).

Boy or girl, the sex of the baby doesn't matter to him, it's just a body, just a clump of organs and cells and blood and power - do not get attached, Bellatrix.

She tries to obey his commands but fails miserably the more time she spends with the child, which is more than you'd think, seeing as she's been punished and put under house arrest.

Bellatrix's desire for a little boy, a little Master, one who actually loves her, is indescribable. Voldemort is the one who would prefer a girl. He gets his wish.

The Battle of Hogwarts is somehow won. How? I'll go ahead and say that Draco never disarmed Dumbledore on the Astronomy Tower, ergo Snape was the Master of the Elder Wand, ergo Voldemort manages to kill Harry, but all his Horcruxes are destroyed, Nagini included. As for Bella, deus-ex-machina doesn't work here, so she defeats Molly.

Narcissa did still lie, so the three Malfoys are sooo fucked.

Rodolphus and Rabastan both live. The latter goes down a spiral of hedonism in Ibiza, the former is just so done. In the last year, he escaped from Azkaban and was promptly shot out of the sky, was publicly cucked, his Gringotts' Vault was broken into and he has now been through a battle to the death in his former high school. Little Cissy, who he's known since he was a child, was killed before his very eyes and his wife is hiding her obvious pain and betrayal.

As for the relationship between Bellatrix and Rodolphus, I can see a few things happening. In this AU, I feel like Voldemort would ultimately make Bella his official concubine. I accept a variety of headcanons on what happens next because I ultimately accept a variety of different (conflicting) views on what the Lestranges' marriage is like.

(1) Nothing changes. He's still her husband, whether he still loves her or not (and I think he does). He stays with her because of the position & power her closeness to Voldemort grants him.

This, I feel, depends on whether or not she is allowed to share his bed, how possessive you think Voldemort is (and his whole relationship to sex & intimacy), and Bellatrix's own ambitions. If she sees the option to be seen as a wife to the Dark Lord, even if not in name, she would take it. But I don't think Voldemort would ever grant her that, so in turn Bellatrix wouldn't let go of the title of Madame Lestrange that easily. Rodolphus can sleep with other people, but can't get rid of her, especially of his own volition.

Or maybe she's just greedy. Rodolphus wants a divorce because he wants an heir of his own and a wife he can sleep with and she goes "Nope, nu-uh, too bad", and tells herself it's not because she deep down needs his love.

(2) They get amicably divorced and are still friends/have a good relationship. Bella has lost both her sisters now, and Voldemort is still Voldemort.

This happens especially if he wants children of his own. But realistically, I think he just starts pestering Rabastan until he gets married (“To a woman, Rab, a WOMAN!”) and has little Lestranges to carry on the family name.

Delphi has her mother's eyes. Dark, and entrancing. Rodolphus wants to hate her, he really does, but he cannot bring himself to. She's the spitting image of little Bella, and looking at her is bittersweet.

I think he avoids her in the beginning (this also depends on Rod's characterization - whether he doesn't care about children and never wanted them, or he desperately wished he'd have one with Bella - the answer exists on a spectrum).

But Bellatrix and Voldemort are not parents of the year. Also, they have such a unique relationship, one so unhealthy and all-encompassing, that it shuts out the rest of the world, their daughter included. And Rod can't help but feel bad for this lonely girl.

The really tragic thing is that - and I'm sorry but this is the truth, and it sucks - Bellatrix would never love her daughter more than she loves the Dark Lord. This knowledge is a trauma factory in itself, but to make matters worse, this child's father is Voldemort, who has no concept of what selflessness and selfless love are. Since Rodolphus is clearly the most emotionally intelligent of the three (the bar is low), some part of his dark little heart must recognize this.

Also, the Dark Lord is a man with a plan. He has no more Horcruxes left, he needs another one. Guess who?

The downside to this is that he needs to anchor his child to life - no matter, she is just an extension of him, after all. Children being their own people? Nah. - but more importantly this means he's paranoid now. More than he was before. His soul is so unstable that he cannot make new Horcruxes, Delphi is his last one, so he needs to protect her with all that he has.

When she's a child, she doesn't see him much. She lives a sheltered life, with her mother who loves her very much and gives her as much affection as she can, but who ultimately follows the Dark Lord around like a puppy, and Uncle Rod. Uncle Rod is the only reason this poor girl's childhood even resembles a childhood.

She isn't allowed friends, and Papa (Voldemort cringes every time he hears this, and teaches her to call him My Lord, the way your mother does when she's about five) won't allow anyone near her.

He's also very particular about her health, and her studies. He gets updates on how her magic is manifesting (violently; Delphi is immensely powerful) and decides he will teach her personally when she turns seven.

He demands she spend her days training and studying: grammar, math, history, the basics of potion-making; her mother insists that she learn her ancestry (the whole of the Black Family, and the Gaunts, and even some Lestranges, for good measure), Abraxan riding, the basics of etiquette (I hated it too, Delphini, but that's not a good enough reason for you to conduct yourself like a savage!, while Rodolphus shakes his head incredulously, wishing Druella was there to hear it). Rod teaches her how to dance and wants to teach her Quidditch, but both Bella and the Dark Lord grumble what a waste of time, so he settles on teaching her how to fly a broom (Voldemort still grumbles because he can fly without a broom and will eventually teach Delphi to do the same, but Bella is mollified and allows it).

Her flying lessons with her father (she can get away with calling him her father and takes advantage of that) are some of her most cherished memories, actually. He has granted no one else this honour, not even her mother. (She doesn't know about Snape and no one ever mentions him anymore, so...)

Bella gives her her very first magic lessons, when she's seven or eight, but soon grows bored with it (powerful as Delphi is she needs to start from the most basic Wingardium Leviosas, spells that Bella now performs nonverbally and wandlessly, without even thinking about it, and revisiting the movements and theory behind them bores her to tears). She leaves it to her father who - surprisingly - has much more patience than she does.

He was her teacher too, after all.

By the time Delphi is 11, she could sit a Charms N.E.W.T. and pass with flying colours, and she's very good at Transfiguration too.

Voldemort sees no reason for her to ever go to Hogwarts.

Are you surprised? I bet you are.

After all, Hogwarts was his first and best home, the only place he ever felt was his own, the best experience of his life. I doubt he loved anyone or anything as much as he loved Hogwarts, the symbol of being a wizard to him. Denying anyone that experience, especially his own daughter, reads as an unspeakable cruelty. But he's never said he wasn't cruel. Granting her that - fundamental, wonderful, life-changing -experience would be selfless, it would be the right thing to do.

But Delphi is his Horcrux, his key to immortality, and quite plainly... his. He doesn't give a flying fuck that she has very few social skills, no friends, has no idea how to talk to people her own age. He doesn't trust her to meet other people, to make connections, to fall in love, basically to be exposed to anything that might turn her against him, or endanger her (him).

Being a manipulative bastard, he tells a tantrum-throwing Delphi that she can choose: go to Hogwarts and spend seven years revisiting stuff she already knows, surrounded by people who aren't worthy to lick her boots, and I cannot deny how disappointed I would be, Delphini (and this just ends the conversation because Delphi would kill herself before actively choosing to disappoint her father) or she can finally come and live with Bellatrix and him, and they will teach her the Dark Arts and whatever else she wants. Most of all, it's the promise they'll be there, that she'll have as much access to them as she wants.

By the time she's an adult, she's much more powerful than Bellatrix ever was. (And I won't lie to you, Bella doesn't particularly love this.) But still, she cannot beat her father. What sets them apart is the source of their power. Delphi, despite the ache she feels for her parents' love and affection, was born coddled and cared for. Her mother especially would never shut up about how she was a literal princess, royalty, the heir of Slytherin, etc. She never had to fight for it. She didn't hear bombs falling on London, didn't starve in a cold orphanage in the East End, was never tied to a bed and exorcised as the Devil's spawn- she was never truly hungry.

For all that they can teach her, they cannot make her ambitious. If she had gone to Hogwarts, she would have still been a Slytherin, based on her heritage and values, but she is nothing like her parents, character-wise. Bellatrix fought against the contraints of her society and her gender, Voldemort fought against his blood status and his fear of death.

The source of conflict in Delphi's story, on the other hand, is the family dynamics between the three of them. (You can make them as horrifying as you want, there is really no limit to the worst, as we say in Italy).

Delphi was born in the cage, loves the cage, and doesn't want to be free. If anything, she wants to be pulled further into it. I think there would be some sort of weird rivalry there, between her and Bella, for Voldemort's affections because they really are that scarce. But it would also come wrapped in a thick layer of guilt - what mother hates their daughter when she is overshadowed? What kind of daughter hates the only parent that actually loves her?

(Voldemort doesn't even realize he pits them against each other, half the time. He does that to people, it's almost subconscious now.)

She's deeply alone, by design, and only wants to be close to her mom and (especially) her dad. That is literally the only character trait she has in that dammned play, so I'll keep that as part of her personality.

Voldemort definitely did that on purpose. And as soon as he finally notices tensions rise between her and Bellatrix (I think Delphi's teenage years were even more rebellious than Bellatrix's) he puts a stop to it immediately - if you drive the girl away from me, from us, Bella, I will make you pay personally.

I can see Delphi running away from home and getting into trouble because of her complete lack of awareness on how the world actually works, begging (through the Dark Mark or whatever else) her father to come rescue her, and Tom (who obviously watches from afar, to make sure his Horcrux isn't truly destroyed) saying no, deal with it. She gets out of most of it because of her immense power, but these brushes with real life leave her rattled.

Can you imagine a boy trying to hit on her?

If he knows who she is, she can never truly trust him: they're all trying to curry favour with her father (it's possibly the worst way ever to do so- trying to take something from him). If he doesn't, her absolute lack of social skills and general arrogance put a dent in her physical attractiveness. (She is a beautiful girl; after all, her parents are Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Black.)

Delphi is more powerful than Bellatrix, her position in society is higher than Bellatrix's and still, her father trusts her mother more than her.

By the way, no, she isn't his named heir, she isn't the commander of his armies or anything of the sort. Voldemort does not share power, that's the whole point of his character. The Minister is still a puppet minister, he is the commander of his own armies, and Bella is a close second.

She also doesn't make that many public appearances; people know of her by now, but they aren't granted access - the image of Nagini, his last Horcrux, in that magical cage resonates with me. It takes years before the war is truly over.

She grows up to be a wonderfully intriguing mix of arrogance and insecurity. Much like Bella, she grows up with the burden of being told she was destined for greatness because of her blood, her family, and not because she herself is great. Unlike Bella, Voldemort has no intention of setting her free, not even in the half-hearted way he does Bellatrix (guys, as much as we love them, she is very much his slave, however willing, in canon). She's the ultimate girlboss: beautiful, smart, powerful... 2/10 personality.

You can do what you want with her story from here onwards. One more tragic than the other. Or you can give them a happy ending, provided that Voldemort's brave new world knows what therapy is.

I don't think this is what you wanted, anon, but alas it's what I genuinely think would happen. Delphi's """"character traits""" in the play are her cunning (that she developed to survive, and that she wouldn't necessarily need in a world where she grows up a pureblood princess), her loneliness and the bone-deep need she feels for her parents' love. Since she wouldn't be herself without those... yup. This is my view.

(Sorry.)

#delphini riddle #bellatrix lestrange #lord voldemort #rodolphus lestrange #bellamort #asks #answered #hp headcanons

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ily-fictional-women · 2 years

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The Hope I Find In You || Chp 2

Chapter 2: The White Widow Initiative

Summary: More is revealed about Y/n and her past/present to Yelena. But what could this entail for their future together?

Pairing: big sister!Yelena Belova x teen!fem!reader

Warnings: Nothing I know of but let me know if I should add anything.

Word count: 1031

a/n: Odds are that every chapter will come out on Sunday. (Reblogs are welcome but please no translating and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged.) Also here’s the link to chapter one.

Y/n managed to push Yelena off her still wincing in pain “No not that. Thank you for that. But, my employers will not be happy with you.” Yelena got up and grabbed Y/n’s wrist before she could walk away “Why don’t you tell me more about them then? You could also tell me more about yourself in general, your file doesn’t have much detail.” She thought over the question a lot, but in the end, she knew she didn’t have that much better to do anyway. “Fine, I will. But we’re going to the cafe nearby and you’re paying.” Yelena gasped dramatically “Why do I have to pay?” Y/n glared at Yelena and in a serious tone replied “Because you shot me!”

“Alright alright, fine I’ll pay.”

Once the two settled with their food and drink Y/n started talking “Before I tell you anything can I ask a few questions? Like about you?” Yelena’s look had softened realizing Y/n didn’t know anything about “Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.”

“Well, firstly how the hell did you find me? Also, you never told me your name.”

“My name is Yelena Belova. And as I mentioned earlier we have a file on you from the widow database. We had some leads from other widows about where you might be which lead us here. From then on it was just a matter of spotting you in public. But it did help to intercept a few messages from your employer.”

Y/n paused for a moment “Wait, Yelena Belova? Like as in the sister to Natalia Alianovna Romanoff? The big-time traitor of the red room?”

“Uh yeah, that would be her.” Yelena and Natsha hadn’t spoken much since they took down the red room together. As Yelena understood, of course, you don’t get many opportunities to talk to people while on the run. Yelena stiffened slightly “You have other questions?”

“Why me?”

“What do you mean by that Y/n?”

“You have access to the widow database, you’ve seen all of the girls that are worth more. So out of them why would you choose me?”

“Firstly, never compare yourself to them. You are worth just as much as everyone else. And on why I freed you, every widow should have a choice in what they do I’m just trying to give you that choice.” There was another reason, Yelena didn’t want Y/n growing up like her. She didn’t want her to be alone like she was. Maybe if Yelena stayed with her she’d be better than her.

“Okay, I still don’t trust you full though.”

“Understandable.”

Y/n sighed as she finished off the last of her drink “So, what do want to know?”

“I want you to tell me everything you know about the white widow program and TCCS. Or at least everything you can remember.”

Y/n fiddled with a sugar packet that was left on the table to avoid eye contact “The white widow program is all about making the superior widow, one you could easily control but more deadly than an average one. This brings to the TCCS program, think of the widows as phone generations. Natasha's generation and the ones before her went under phycological conditioning. Your generation had gone under chemical subjection. Were as my generation also went under chemical subjection and” she taps her right temple lightly “chip implantation. That’s what the technologically compliant part of the acronym is for.”

Yelena paused Y/n for a second “Wait so what does the chip do?”

Y/n thought for a second trying to figure out the best way to explain it “Think of it as a prong dog collar. When we do something that the holder of the framework doesn’t like it emits a neural pain similar to a bad migraine but with more of an electric feel to it. Whoever has access to the framework can control a widow’s emotions from anywhere. This could range from adrenaline to serotonin. They believed this would help widows, especially younger ones be more adhering to orders so they wouldn’t be blinded by moments of hesitation or fear. If they choose to it can leave the widow emotionless, essential a compliant robot.”

Yelena was stunned by this, she was chemically subjected but after she was freed she knew she was safe she knew she wouldn’t have to worry about losing control. “So is yours still in? And your employers, do they have access to this network?”

“Yeah, it’s still in there. That's actually why I’m here. My employers, in some sense, were shareholders when it came to the red room. They would fund it, then reap the benefits. And my mission here was to get them access to the framework because the last person to have access to it was Dreykov. He left the access file here with one of his buddies.”

“Did you send it to them?”

“Unfortunately yes. That supply drop you caught me on was my final one, I’m supposed to be at a pick-up at 10 pm tonight to head back to the headquarters in Russia.”

Yelena finally cracks a smile “I have a plan.” Y/n shot her a questioning look but went along with it anyway “I have a friend in Russia, she could probably help you with the chip problem. And while we're there we could take down your employers from the inside.”

Y/n finally looked up at Yelena and smiled softly. It was one of the first times she genuinely smiled “So we’re killing two birds with one stone I like that, you’re smart. One problem though.”

“What is it?”

“How are we gonna get there?”

Yelena’s smile grew a little bigger “You’re going to that pick-up. What your employers won’t know is that I’ll be there with you the whole time.”

“So were hijacking a helicopter?”

“Yes, I figured that was implied. Aren’t you smarter than this?”

Y/n rolled her eyes at the comment “Shut up!”

Banter, almost sisterly. It’s something Yelena missed most about Natasha.

Yelena put out her hand “So, road trip?”

Y/n grabbed her hand a shook it “You’re on Belova.”

#yelena mcu #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x platonic!reader #giving a mentally unstable adult a child trope #aroace yelena belova #ily_fictional_women

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Words/Phrases that instantly make me think about A Series of Unfortunate Events

Not an exhaustive list there are more, this is just ones that affect me emotionally.

Sugar/sugar bowl: I have genuinely wept over the fact that Esmé never gets the sugar bowl back, and have headcanoned that even after TPP she does not see it again because she gives up her search to keep Carmelita safe. I am an Esmé kinner through and through and have actually had moments where I am convinced I am holding the sugar bowl (it was a mug).

Location of: "Location of the sugar bowl" is a phrase so often said that any time I hear just the first word I am on high alert.

Inordinate: Release word for Klaus' hypnosis, but also intrinsically tied to Georgina and I always think of her when I hear it.

Department: This and "Volunteer" are kind of obvious ASOUE signal words to most people, but “department” specifically makes me think of Georgina saying it in TCC and she looks SO good in that scene, so it's ingrained into my brain.

Mycelium: Obviously Medusiod Mycelium only ties to ASOUE, but I have a lot of personal headcanons regarding it and Esmé, so just hearing mycelium out in the world sends my brain off.

"as well": I say "Eswell" so much in my day-to-day life that this phrase makes me think of them because it sounds so similar. I used to say “as well” all the time, but have started tailoring my vocabulary to avoid saying it by choosing other similar phrases. If I do say it, I hesitate and enunciate the shit out of it to make it clear to myself.

Aqueous: I'm a chemistry major. We say aqueous a lot. However, I live in the US where the vast majority of people pronounce it AY-queous. Not me though. Esmé fucking Squalor is so entrenched in my mind that I pronounce it AH-queous every single time. I get a lot of weird looks.

Miserable: TMM... Any words that are book/episode titles are going to be signal phrases to most people, but just the word “miserable” will send my brain off thinking about Georgina for HOURS.

Darling: I mean yeah this one is obvious with the frequency that Esmé says it and the way Lucy Punch pronounces it. I think of it very strongly in an Eswell context though, and the fact Georgina hypnotized Gustav and had him call her darling while under it?? No one else says darling, I know she and Esmé had broken up briefly and it was her way of coping with that loss.

Opera: The night of the opera is a really devastating scene on the whole, but as a sugar bowl enthusiast and Esmé apologist, it hurts so much for me to think about it. There's so much complexity to Esmé and Beatrice's relationship that all comes to a head that night. And also because of a fic written by lesbian-in-leather, Insistent, which says that Georgina was waiting to propose to Esmé at a restaurant but Esmé never shows (which is a headcanon I have adopted so strongly I forget it's not actually canon and have incorporated it into my Eswell WIP), I think of Georgina sitting alone at a restaurant and weep any time the word opera is said.

Elevate: In the show when Eleanor says "elevate our readership"... yeah well any time I hear elevate my brain loops that audio for hours and it gets frustrating because then I'm stuck thinking about TEE Esmé for a while.

Penultimate: TPP is one of my favorite parts in the series, and also has some really important pieces for my Eswell WIP along with a LOT of sugar bowl and Carmelita and Esmé feels. Every time I hear penultimate I think of the scene I have written for Esmé and Carmelita making it out of the Hotel and it's rough.

Bonus

Indeterminate: Can never go without thinking about the Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender. Ever. They always slay.

#a series of unfortunate events #asoue #asoue netflix #eswell #esme squalor #georgina orwell #esme gigi genevieve squalor #carmelita spats #milk talks

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Install the package via Pip pip install reolink-api=0.0.AD Core i7/i5/i3 processors (formerly Tiger Lake-UP3) and featuring dual 2.5GbE RJ45 equipped with Intel Time Sensitive Networking (TSN) and Intel Time Coordinated Computing (TCC) technologies for real-time computing and control capabilities.Īccording to Antony Lee, American Portwells senior technical program manager, the new PEB-9785VG2A-A features a multiple I/O and expansion interface including up to 12x USB4x USB 3.2 Gen 1 on-board pin header, 4x USB 2.0 on-board pin header, 2x USB 2.0 ports on rear I/O and 2x Micro USB 2.0 connectors2x 2.5GbE RJ45, 1x M.2 Type M 2280/2260 (PCIe), 1x M.2 Type M 2280 (SATA 3.0), 1x M.2 Type E 2230. On build 16179, client version 7.1.2.44 displays display live view and playback view. This token is necessary to interact with the Camera using other commands. By instantiating the object, it will try retrieve a login token from the Reolink Camera. Ventes Flash Boutique du Reconditionné Partenariat Recherche. Centre d’assistance Centre de téléchargement Appli & Client Blog Contactez-nous Offres. Obtenez le dernier guide de démarrage rapide et les spécifications des produits Reolink. Implement a "Camera" object by passing it an IP address, Username and Password. Obtenez le dernier guide de démarrage rapide et les spécifications des produits Reolink. I use Google Chrome developer mode (ctr + shift + i) -> Network. You can get the Restful API calls by looking through the HTTP Requests made the camera web console. They only deliver a really basic API to retrieve Image data and Video data. Ce panneau solaire étanche est livré avec des accessoires de montage et un câble dalimentation pour une installation complète. This repository's purpose is to deliver a complete API for the Reolink Camera's, ( TESTED on RLC-411WS ) But Reolink gives an API in their documentation Laissez votre caméra sans fil Reolink Argus 2, Argus Pro, Argus Eco, Argus PT, Argus 3, Reolink Go et Reolink Go PT chargée et alimentée en permanence avec ce panneau solaire Reolink.

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yatsugareboyf · 2 years

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LO$ER=LO♡ER [NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI]

atsushi x gn reader. part of my TCC: FIGHT OR ESCAPE 500 EVENT.

hurt/comfort requested by @sigmafied. warning: cursing, mean customers.

the back of the book: you've encountered two bad customers in a span of a month, and both of those encounters involves atsushi coming to save the day.

notes: this is based off more so on the mv rather than the song, specifically on huening kai's part. this feels rushed but this is the best i can do ;-; first work in my 500 event wohoo!

playlist here. read on ao3 here.

Atsushi hasn’t been working long when Cafe Uzumaki decided to hire you as another barista. He works the morning shift, usually with one other barista, as most of the employees worked at night due to school or other jobs they had during the day. You were assigned the morning shift (not that you had any choice, the cafe needed more morning workers) with Atsushi and the other barista Lucy.

You could say that you all got along well. Atsushi was kind enough to take you under his wing and teach you everything that you needed to know, while Lucy swatted him every time he would teach you something wrong or mess up a recipe he’d been showing you.

“For an Americano, you just need six ounces of espresso-” Atsushi begins, already adding way too many into the machine, but Lucy smacks him from behind his head.

“Idiot, it’s only three ounces! Are you trying to kill our customers?!” she scolds, making you snicker quietly while Atsushi whines and apologizes while still being scolded and smacked by Lucy.

After redoing the recipe (Lucy made Atsushi drink the six-ounce espresso americano), they continued to teach (and bicker) the other recipes and before you knew it, you’ve mastered all the recipes in just under a week of training. (“Why does Y/N pick it all up faster than you do? It took you an extra week and you’re still shit at it” “Lucy, it’s not like you’re any better at it..”)

The one thing you struggled with, despite already memorizing all the recipes and combinations possible, is talking and dealing with customers. Atsushi and Lucy were an exception, of course, but you didn’t have the courage to tell them that you had a hard time with the communication part of the job. They didn’t realize this until you had to talk to a customer with a complaint.

For the most part, taking and serving orders were manageable. It was just a simple “What would you like?” “Here’s your order”, you couldn’t fuck that up. The thing is, other than your memorized lines, you completely froze at any other interaction, so when your customer called you over, you were already expecting the worst. You glanced at Atsushi to try and ask him to deal with the customer, but he was occupied with cleaning the machines while Lucy was serving other customers. The customer was basically yelling for you at this point, so you had no choice but to approach the customer and hope for the best.

The best scenario would be that it was a mistake and we’d both go on our merry way, right?

“You made this, right?” the customer, who seemed like a middle aged man with nothing to do, but you made no comment, “It has milk in it! I’m lactose intolerant!”

Of course, you think, the customer is unaware of the ingredients. I’ll just explain that to him and we’ll be okay.

“Sir, you ordered a latte.. That contains milk..” you cringed, I think I sound rude. Am I rude? Your question was already answered when the man’s frown worsened and you could see the steam coming out of his ears.

“You didn’t disclose that when I ordered it? That’s your job! That makes you liable for any damages!”

You couldn’t feel more pathetic just standing there while this man barked at you on how you should be doing your job. It’s not like you wanted to let him yell and insult your whole being, but you couldn’t move. Your lips were sealed shut and your hands were clammy.

You hate confrontation, especially if you know that you did nothing wrong. It makes you lose all control over breathing and it’s like all cognitive function disappears at that moment.

“What, you’re just gonna stand there? Do something, you useless piece of-!”

“Hey! What are you yelling at my coworker about?” Thankfully, Lucy comes to save you after she notices a lot of unnecessary yelling from the other side of the cafe. Atsushi then follows, slowly pulling you away from the scene to the back of the cafe where it’s more quiet.

You didn’t notice that you were crying until Atsushi was cradling your face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumb. It feels warm and comforting, for someone who you’ve only known for a week.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay, just breathe, yeah?” he whispers as to not fill your ears with more unnecessary noise, “you’re safe here. Just breathe.”

He over-exaggerates his inhales and exhales, and you can almost feel the rise and fall of his chest, and gestures to you to do the same. He doesn’t stop even when you cough and breathe shakily, Atsushi continues to guide your breathing back to normal, or at least to limit it down to deep breaths. It’s like how parents try to calm down their crying toddler, patting their back and softly whispering sweet assurances as they rock them side-to-side, but you don’t feel infantilized by it. It feels oddly comforting, his warm hands on your cheeks moving down your back to slowly rub it, and it grounds you.

Because of Atsushi, you calmed down faster than any other time you’ve tried to yourself.

“What the fuck was that?” Lucy barges into the room after Atsushi had managed to calm your breathing and crying. The white-haired boy winced at his coworker’s loud voice and rubbed your back comfortingly when you visibly flinched.

“Lucy, don’t be so loud.” Atsushi starts, glancing over at you who calmed down a bit, “it wasn’t their fault, I’m sure.”

“I know that much, idiot Atsushi. What I’m asking is why you couldn’t defend yourself out there. He was clearly wrong, so why’d you let him yell at you like that?” She stands there with her arms crossed. She was also concerned, don’t doubt that, but she was also worried since this isn’t the worst customer to ever walk the cafe, so what more if you encountered worse people?

“I..” your throat blocks up and you gesture vividly until you could speak again, “I don’t know.. Couldn’t move…”

“I get what you mean, Y/N. It’s okay, it was your first time encountering these kinds of people.” Atsushi smiles warmly at you, making you freeze again, but this time, it felt different. Your hands aren’t shaking and your cheeks feel hot, and it isn’t uncomfortable.

You didn’t mind freezing up if it was because of his smile.

Atsushi noticed you freezing up again and his smile turned into a frown. Shame, you thought. “Don’t think about it too much, you’re doing great!”

You could only press your lips into a tight smile, nodding along to his words. You turned to Lucy to silently apologize, and she just sighs and waves her hand. “It’s fine, but don’t count on me and this dimwit to save you next time.”

Lucy wasn’t there the next time, but Atsushi was.

It’s been three weeks since the old man came to the store and everything seemed to be going smoothly. You could handle simple communication tasks and whenever there was a complaint, Lucy or Atsushi would approach them and usually, it went well.

It’s also been three weeks since you’ve had Atsushi on your mind non-stop. Your relationship with him has developed more after the incident. He was more kind and considerate with you, now knowing your issue with communicating with customers, and he was more than willing to help you out in other things. You couldn’t help but overthink, is it just pity? Is it because I have an issue, that’s why he’s being so considerate? What if I didn’t freeze up that time, would he have stayed the same?

But it wasn’t always about pity. The way you’re immediately filled with this indescribable warmth whenever he brushes his fingers on yours when reaching for your cup, or whenever he looks up to you and smiles, or whenever you remember how he calms you down almost instantly. You’re not familiar with this feeling, but it’s definitely better than freezing up because some old man is yelling at you for not telling him that a latte has milk. You feel guilty for saying it, but you wouldn’t mind having another confrontation like that if Atsushi would be there to save the day.

After three weeks since the latte incident, Lucy had to take a two-day leave. She didn’t say why, but she did vividly remind you and Atsushi (mostly Atsushi) to take care of the morning shift because no one from the night shifts was willing to occupy Lucy’s spot.

The first day started off relatively quiet. Customers were served calmly and any issues were quickly resolved, and it wasn’t even that busy. For the most part, you and Atsushi weren’t really that busy. There was a lot of vacant time where both of you were just laying around and cleaning up. Atsushi would try to make conversation, and it would go well, but then a random customer would pop up and ruin the conversation.

While Atsushi tended to the customer, you were on the other side of the bar. I’m not staring. I’m just looking that way, you want to say, but you were definitely staring. You fixed your gaze on Atsushi, who talks so sweetly to the customer, maybe about how there were no banana bread in stock this week, or maybe how Americanoes have three ounces of espresso rather than six ounces, whatever it is, he talks so warmly. Even as he starts to walk away from the customer, to make their drink you assume, his aura of comfort and easiness never fades. He somehow brings relief and serenity to those around him with just a simple smile or a little “Hi!”. You feel a little jealous of the customer, who was lucky enough to elicit a cute giggle from Atsushi when they dropped a hefty tip in the tip jar, and you wish it was you who made this cute boy laugh.

He approaches you after he deals with the customer with a small smile, dusting his hands off, “Are you okay? You’ve been spaced out.”

You nod, laying your arm on the counter and resting the side of your head on it. Giggling, Atsushi copies your movements, now facing you directly. You suddenly feel very exposed, but you don’t move.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” you answer, adjusting quietly to meet his eyes more. “You?”

“The last customer dropped a very big tip, so you can say I’m stoked.” He chuckles, and you can’t help but let a quiet laugh yourself.

“Yeah, they seemed to really like you.”

“You think so?”

“Mhm. You’re… you. They would be an idiot if they didn’t like you.”

You were too occupied with his beautiful two-toned eyes to notice a small blush appear on his pale cheeks. He stays quiet for a while, before smiling.

“How about you, Y/N? Do you like me?”

It was your turn to stay quiet, and you can’t help but hope that he doesn’t see the effect that he has on you. Of course I like you, you wanna say, but you’re choked up and frozen, only staring into his eyes as an answer. It happened again, Atsushi. You made me freeze with just a simple action. What would I do if it isn’t smiles and small touches anymore? No, I’m thinking too far ahead. Atsushi wouldn’t wanna talk more with me if not because of our job. He’s not interested in me as I am in him. Atsushi deserves someone more interesting, someone who doesn’t freeze every time he smiles or-

“Hey, is no one working here?” a harsh voice interrupts your thoughts, making you and Atsushi stand up abruptly. Atsushi waves at you and approaches the customer, probably signaling you to look like you’re working on something as well. You speed walk to the coffee makers, wiping down non-existent stains.

“Finally,” the man sighs irritatedly, “I’ll have a cinnamon dolce latte with sugar free buttery brown flavored syrup, non-fat whipped cream, and sprinkles for my daughter, and a black coffee for me.”

You peek over at Atsushi as he tries to hold back his own exasperated sigh, typing in the long order and totalling his bill. The man then just asks to bring the drinks to his table and walks to the nearest table to fiddle with his phone. When Atsushi faces you, he wears an awkward smile.

“I can do the long order while you brew him his coffee. Is it okay if you bring it to him?” He asks, already reaching for a plastic cup to fill. You nod quietly, starting to brew the coffee.

Atsushi was only half-way done with the complicated order when you finished yours (given it was a simple enough order), so you tapped his shoulder and gestured to the mug. He nods and smiles a bit, “Go ahead, Y/N,”

You inhaled sharply as you faced the direction where the man was sitting, already feeling a bit nervous as you stepped closer to his table. With every step you took, the louder your heart beats in your ears, making your hands tremble a bit. You tried to hold your shaking and trembling as you near him, stopping fairly close to him to take another deep breath. As you step forward, the man suddenly stands up, “What’s taking so-!”

His sudden movement clashed with your gradual approach, making you drop the black coffee all over his button-up shirt, the mug bouncing off the floor before shattering into pieces, leaving the small plate it used to sit on in your hands. His eyes widened and he pushed you away with enough force for you to trip and fall ass first on the ground.

Fuck.

“What the hell?” the man exclaims, wiping down haphazardly on his shirt before pointing at you as you scramble to get yourself off of the floor, “Are you blind?! Look where you’re going!”

Your legs were trembling as you stood up, struggling to maintain a straight posture as you continuously bow with quick “I’m sorry”’s coming out of your mouth. These apologies fall on deaf ears as he grips your uniform, making you look up to face him, “What are you standing here for? Get cleaning!”

With a quick “y-yes, sir!”,you run to the back of the cafe, passing a very concerned Atsushi as you grab the mop and bucket and rush back to the table to scrub the floor stained with coffee. He doesn’t seem to be satisfied with your frantic cleaning because he kicks the mop out of your hands and nudges you harshly with his finger.

“I meant my shirt, you dumbass! How stupid can you get?”

You couldn’t even move anymore with how embarrassed you feel. Your hands feel more clammy than ever, and your eyes are already starting to blur with tears. It feels like your heart fell to your stomach, closing up your throat and gluing your feet to the ground. Move, goddamnit! Stop being such a loser, you will yourself to at least grab a tissue to damp on the man’s drenched shirt, but it’s like this man’s arms are holding yours to your side, making you immobile.

The man reaches out to poke at you again, but it never reaches you. You hear struggling breaths and grunts, followed by a “I think t-that’s enough, sir.”

Your head shot up from the familiar voice, and you’re met with the sight of Atsushi gripping the man’s wrist just mere inches away from your shoulder. You couldn’t see his face, but you certainly saw the man’s face, scrunched up in pain and frustration as he tries to break free from his tight grip.

Before the man could even react to Atsushi, he grabs your hand and pulls you towards him as he runs to the door, pushing it open and drags you out of the cafe. Your feet are suddenly moving at a fast pace, trying to catch up with Atsushi as he continues to rush farther away from the cafe. You don’t know where he’s headed to or he’s just plain running, but you felt more free than ever. His hand holding yours tightly, looking at his hair flying back from the speed he’s running, it all feels so warm. So warm, that it makes you laugh even with the tears still freely falling from your face. Atsushi turns to you while running, watching your eyes squint as you continue to laugh, making him smile and tug you closer towards him and giggle quietly.

Your laughs and his giggles die down as he reaches a vacant parking lot a few blocks from the cafe, guiding you to sit down against a curb. You both sit in silence before he breaks it.

“I’m sorry for rushing out like that. Usually Lucy would handle those types of things, but I panicked… I’m so sorry.” His cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, clasping his hands together as he lowers his head. He’s embarrassed? You couldn’t help but put your hands over his and shake your head frantically.

“Don’t be! I’m glad we got out of there, honestly.” He looks up to you with the most hopeful eyes, looking into yours to search for any hesitation or discomfort before sighing in relief.

“I feel like such a loser, running out of the cafe like that. I could’ve stood up for you, but-”

“No, no! You’re not a loser, Atsushi!” you say in the loudest voice he’s ever heard from you, and he stays quiet, “to be honest, I feel like I’m more of a loser if anything. I couldn’t do a single thing right.”

Your hands fall to your side, facing away from him and into the distance. I couldn’t do a single thing right. What does he think of me now? If he thinks he’s a loser from doing such a brave thing, what would he think of me from doing something so cowardly? I had to rely on him and Lucy to defend myself. He probably thinks I’m helpless on my own. I might get fired. I will get fired-

It’s always him, noticing when you’re too deep in your thoughts, struggling to keep your tears at bay. It’s his warm touch to your cheek, wiping away a stray tear from eyes with his knuckle. You glance over at him, wide-eyed as you feel his hand rub your back slowly, Just like last time, you wonder.

If smiles could convey words, Atsushi’s might’ve said a whole speech. His smile makes you feel like no other words would give justice to the comfort it gives you. You don’t need anything else to lift your spirits, or to wipe the tears from your eyes. It might even give you enough courage to walk back to that cafe and talk back to that man. Whatever it is, it’s more than enough to make your overflowing thoughts stop and your heart skip a beat.

“You did everything right, Y/N. It was an accident, you’re not to blame for that.” He stops rubbing your back in favor of tucking a stray hair out of your face behind your ear, “none of it was your fault, okay?”

You swallow a lump in your throat you didn’t notice was there earlier, a ghost of a smile on your lips.

“I like you.”

“H-huh?”

“From your question earlier,” you whisper, suddenly embarrassed at your sudden confession. “You asked if I liked you. I do.”

His face goes blank for a moment before turning bright red, hiding his face in his palms as he whines.

“Don’t say things like that out of the blue! Warn me next time!”

You giggle at his cute reaction, patting his back in return.

After his small meltdown, he looks away from you as he fiddles with his fingers. Did I make him uncomfortable? Ah, I shouldn’t have said that, it’s not the right time-

“I like you too.” He says so quietly that you would’ve missed it if you were a smidge deeper in your thoughts.

If smiles could convey words, yours would’ve been enough to write a book about how much you adored Atsushi.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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The Sheriff and the Murderer

Part Three

Previous Parts | Part One | Part Two

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Summary | one of the many things that you had never had the chance of doing was disposing of a body; luckily for you, you know just the right person who can tend to your aid.

Warnings | mentions of death, disposing of a body, mentions and aftermath of murder, mentions of rape, mentions of sex, swearing, mention of suicide

The smell of the carcass had your nose turning up, and the sight wasn’t much better. There was blood staining your lovely dress, that Lee had taken off hours prior. Now it was ruined, with the red digress of your husband; he always had to taint everything, and it still appeared to apply despite him being deceased.

Your eyes wallowed with water, as you thought of the mistakes you had made. There were so many, and marrying Simon had been of the greatest, considering that his treatment of you had been beyond disgraceful. And now, the red of his departed insides was sticking beneath his nails, causing you to gag.

This part, the slashing and ripping apart of his limbs, using your trusty shovel, had been worse than actually committing the initial crime. Killing him had been bliss, but this, reminded you of the possible consequences that you would be forced to partake in.

“Oh no.” You heaved, feeling nauseous from the pungent aroma, grasping at the top of your chest in sickness. You dropped his hand, that felt ironically lighter now that he was dead, letting it fall with the other parts of his distorted, and broken, body.

The worst part of all was, now that you had control of where his palms were permitted to go, and the power had you feeling complete. It had you basking in your own glory, but now, you were lost, grieving the path that you had lost regarding the man that you truly were infatuated with.

Walking backwards, and closing the shed door, you abandoned the sections of Simon, hurrying back into your empty home, and going towards your lined phone. Without caring about the prints of blood that you were padding onto the numerical keys, you dialled a woman that you knew to be in the business of cold body abandon.

For a minute, the line rang, leaving you antsy and picking at your stained nails, chipping away at the surrounding skin. All you could smell was the reminder of blood, that smothered you in a hermit of remembrance.

A remembrance of the times that he would splatter your body with his self, claiming that you were his wife, and even bragging about it to the fellas that he worked closely with. But you were nothing more than a shadow in his eyes, a prize that followed him around the house, flaunting her terrified doe eyes at his silhouette.

His greatest flaw was, aside from his poisonous and lingering touch, that smothered you in the cruelest of ways, was that he thought he was aware of everything that went on around him. It was as though he thought he were the sheriff...

But behind his turned back, your shadow would dance with the image of Lee Bodecker, in a private and disclosed matter. He was the true sheriff of the town, the wine who could order you to do anything, and you would wilfully comply.

Lee had, and never would hurt you. That was the definite difference between the polar pair. He was a lovely gentleman, and Simon, well, he was more like a rat swimming out of the sewer.

All these thoughts and actions of adultery were fair play, you slept with Lee behind the now scathed and chopped up back of your husband, whilst he bedded as many women that were actually willing to slumber with.

You were not dumb to his pattern, each night when he went out, he was pursuing a dame, but that never bothered you, because while he was out, the sheriff would make a stop, and check you over, in more ways than one.

Finally, you running with your thoughts was disrupted, for the ringing ceased. A upbeat and facade of a ‘hello’ rang though your ears, making you breathe a much deserved intake of relief.

“Hey Sandy.” You replied, holding the phone aggressively against your ear. Anything she had to say, you were willing to listen to, after all, she was a master in the ways of murder, as you knew and were trusted peculiarly with that detail of secrecy. “I need your help.”

The sound of Simon’s body parts beating around the trunk as sandy surpassed over a bump in the road reverberated through the entire vehicle. It soothed the initial silence that was exhibited in it, and nervously, you licked your thin lips, hoping that you would reach the ‘middle of nowhere’ soon.

It wasn’t that you and Sandy didn’t get along, in fact, you got along great, which was one of the reasons that she insisted to husband Carl that they leave you alive. But it was the fact that there was an unspoken gesture that waded through the air, like a muting toxin.

“Does Lee know?” She asked, finally breaking the silence like ice. It was a relief to hear voice, deep down, you were insecure that she was silently judging you for the entire ride, or at least, how far you had gone so far.

“No, and I intend for it to have a cap kept on it.” You slunk your shoulders, whilst thinking of Sandy’s sibling. He was far too good for you, he was the sheriff, and now, you deemed yourself as nothing more than a murderer.

The fact that you were a survivor of all sorts of horrid extremes wouldn’t matter to the boys in blue, they would not see you past your crime, and you feared that sheriff Bodecker would not either.

“Son of a bitch had it coming to him anyways.” Stated Sandy, being heartless to her admission. “The sight of you and that prick drove my brother insane. We all knew what he was doing to you, yet, they wouldn’t charge him, all because you were simply married to him.”

“What would you have done if Carl had dared lay his hands on you in an in-consensual manner?” You asked, plucking away at the trim of your clean skirt. Before you had left to go on this joyous trip with Sandy, you had changed, all in favour of the neighbours, and anyone else you happened to pass.

“I’d have done the same darling.” She comforted you, looking away from the road for a moment, to send you a quick and sincere smile. Things within the car were falling into their previous rhythm, it being apparent that the two of you were good and well adversed friends. “I wanted to kill Simon too, you know? But with the threats I have made in the past, it would have been far too suspicious.”

“Yeah.” You agreed, suddenly feeling guilty that if it were found to be known that Simon was butchered, Sandy would be interrogated, most likely from her own brother. “How is Carl?” You changed the subject, shifting under the grip of the seat belt.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you how my lovesick brother is?” She replied, laughing lightly at your warm face. “He’s still head over heels for you girl, and yet, the other man won your heart.”

“I wouldn’t say won it, I’d say he manipulated it.” You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest to pave down the swell of tension inside. “I’d always told myself, and you, that I’d choose Lee Lee, but high school was a long time ago, and I can’t go back to sneaking kisses with him under the bleachers when your back was turned.”

“Trust me, I knew all along.” She smiled, thinking back to the simpler times. “And though, I know when he was training to be a deputy, he’d told you he had no time for a relationship, and he didn’t exactly expect you to wait for him. But you may as well have, considering the two of you continued to fornicate like wild rabbits.”

“Please stop.” You groaned at her words, covering your face with your clear and evidence free hands. “And we did not fornicate like-“

“My bedroom was right beside yours when we got that apartment, and before then, well it was against Lee’s. Trust me, when I say that I know off by heart how you sound in bed sweetie. And god, did I grimace as I heard you mewling my brother’s name.”

Breathily you laughed, thinking back to the times that were spoke of. “Sandy.” You spoke her name, earning a radical hum in reply. “I love Lee.”

“Trust me darling, I am well aware of that. The two of you are like Romeo and Juliet, except you’ve killed someone else rather than taken your own life. And then, there’s never been anything holding the two of you apart-“

“Okay, you’re trying to make a point here Sand. Nothing like Romeo and Juliet, I got it.” You nodded your head, before leaning it back into the plumpness of the head rest. “And then there’s you and Carl, Bonnie and Clyde.”

“Sweetie, you’re a killer too now, so I wouldn’t make comparisons. You’re just lucky that the first suspect for Simon’s disappearance will be a man, and then we’ll see where I am on that list. And you know me, I will always protect you, it’s what we do.”

“It is what we do.” You repeated, watching the road ahead, and tapping your feet in tune with the floundering of Simon’s own rolling feet.

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supraveng · 3 years

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Moving On (3/?)

part 2

Summary: you have to confront your past….what could go wrong

Characters: Sam Winchester x reader, former Bucky Barnes x reader, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Bruce Banner, Kevin Tran, Dick Roman, Maria Hill, Nick Fury

Word Count: 2508

A/N: sorry for the delay on part 3, (work has been crazy)....hoping to post the next chapter next week

does not follow any MCU story line; attempting an MCU/SPN crossover; let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapters

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You were in a daze and barely remembered getting back to your room, you heard Sam talking but you couldn’t grasp anything other than Thor telling you about your pregnancy. Something that you would never expect to happen and you were certainly not ready for.

“Sweetheart? Are you ok?” Sam looked at you worryingly.

“Yea, uh, I um, I’m ok” you nodded “I am in need of a shower and uh, yea.” Looking up at Sam, you saw the biggest smile on his face

“I can tell you are worried, and I know this wasn’t your plan, but I’m so happy right now I can’t help it. We’re having another baby!” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a comforting hug.

“I love you so much, Sam” just a hug from him helped your anxious thoughts to quiet down for a few moments. “Wanna join me in the shower?” you winked as you turned and headed towards the bathroom.

Making your way back to the common room, after a very long and rejuvenating shower, you tried your best to focus on what to do next. Your head is spinning, as excited as you are about having another child, this wasn’t planned and kind of throws everything out of whack.

You huff as you plop down on the couch next to Kevin, watching Morgan and Joy have a tea party in the middle of the room with all of their favorite animals.

“So Kev, we are probably heading home tomorrow, so if there is anything you want to see while in NY, now is your chance” you tell him knowing he’s been enjoying this trip as much as you have.

“Oh, I thought we’d be here longer, I was hoping to catch a show, but I haven’t been able to find affordable tickets, so maybe next time” he shrugs in response.

“Don’t be silly, I’m sure i can have Tony pull some strings and get you tickets for tonight, or we could move your return flight home, whichever you prefer really. Anything for Kevin Tran, world’s best nanny” you smile at him and see the small blush on his cheeks from the praise.

“I’m serious, whatever you need, just say the word, you have no idea how relieved I am when she’s with you, because I know you take such good care of her, I don’t worry for a minute, you Kevin, are a Godsend if there ever was one”

You could tell Kevin was a bit taken back, but he rarely took a compliment well so you simply squeezed his hand and offered a sincere smile before being interrupted by Sam as he joined the girls on the floor for tea.

“What do my girls say to a picnic then maybe a trip to the park?”

"That sounds like a great plan, but I have an appointment with Maria after lunch so I can't make it to the park, I'm sorry sweetie" you tell them as you go to join them for tea.

"Well, we could picnic here and maybe play down at the lake, I'm sure Tony has a kayak or canoe I can take the girls on." Sam tells you as you adjust the flower crown on his head so it doesn't fall in his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to take care of 2 kids by yourself? I gave Kevin the rest of the day off"

"Of course, and I need the practice" he winks as he starts to tickle the girls. "Ok, then I will get our lunch ready while you help the girls out of these beautiful gowns and into some play clothes''

Lunch was an event, although both girls were always well behaved, they had a tendency to make a mess, or get distracted and try to follow the butterfly that came by for a visit. By the time you were done, you were rushing to meet Maria in time, knowing that being late was not an option.

You knew what needed to be done but not sure how she would take the info about Roman getting away, hopefully the few of his lackeys that were picked up would get you some important info.

By the time you made it back to the compound you were mentally exhausted, and apparently your clan had a good day as they were spread out in the common room watching The Little Mermaid. You had to laugh at how engrossed in the movie the adults in the room seemed to be, and was Steve singing along...no, you had to be imagining that.

Finding a seat next to Nat, you looked around fondly at your two families combining so nicely.

“So how did she take it?” Natasha whispered without taking her eyes off the screen.

You hadn’t told anyone what your full intention of today’s meeting was, as far as everyone knew, you were going over the mission report and strategizing the next steps, but Nat always knew everything….now that you were having two kids, you really needed to figure out how to do that.

“Well, she’s not thrilled but understands, Furry asked if he had to buy me a farm….whatever that means” you responded shaking your head.

She snickered and simply responded with “Clint”, you hadn’t even thought of that, “ah, well, Sam Winchester is not the Mr. Mom type, so this is my only option”

“And are you ok with that?” she asks, finally turning and looking at you.

“Honestly, I can’t imagine anything better” you sigh as you look over at Joy napping on Sam’s chest.

“Good, you deserve all the happiness in the world” she gives you a small hug. “And Tony’s throwing a dinner tonight, since you are leaving tomorrow, so be prepared”

You roll your eyes in jest, knowing Tony would probably do something like that, “well, in that case, I’m going to try and take a nap before dinner”.

Getting up you make your way to Sam and bend over to place a small kiss on his head, “I’m going to try and grab a nap, do you two want to join me?” you whisper in his ear, not wanting to interrupt anyone’s movie time…..and now I’m certain Steve is singing along ang actually knows all the songs.

He smiles and nods, following behind you and into the room you are staying in

Sam got Joy settled in her crib before turning back to me, pulling me into a much needed hug. “How do you always know when I need you?” you mumbled into his chest.

“That’s my job” he smiled down at you “so I take it the meeting didn’t go well?”

"It went as well as could be expected, I'm just trying to wrap my head around the time frame I gave them. Two weeks is a bit short to transition my cases to someone else and pack up my apartment but, the sooner the better I suppose" you are rambling as Sam put Joy in her crib and is now sitting on the bed watching you.

"You are relocating? Are you moving back to NY? I didn't realize that was an option when you made this trip…..does this have anything to do with Bucky?" he barely whispers with a worried look on his face.

"What? Sam, no, none of this has to do with Bucky" you aren't sure why he thought that and look at him confused.

"I…..I remember how broken hearted you were when we met, if you still love him, I would like to know…..I deserve to know since you are the mother of my children" you had never seen Sam so distressed in your life.

He was the most confident man you had ever met, the lawyer that owned the courtroom as soon as he walked in. You couldn't believe that he would ever be concerned with someone you used to date.

"Oh Sam" you hold his face in your hands as you settle in his lap. "There is nothing left between Bucky and I, he was a part of my past, and might be a friend in the future, but you are the only man I have ever truly loved with my entire being" looking into his eyes you see some relief so you lean in and kiss him softly but passionately.

"The meeting was my resignation, or retirement as SHIELD prefers to call it. I'm leaving DC so we can all be together in Kansas all the time."

He looks at you shocked "you quit? You love your job, I didn't think you would ever leave."

You smile at him "I do, I love my job, but my family, you, our kids are so much more important than any job could ever be"

"Our kids" he whispers as you runs his hand over your stomach "we're having another baby and our family will all be under one roof….this has been an incredible day" he looks at you lovingly before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you as close to him as possible.

"I'm sorry I didn't explain that before I left, but you know how exhausted I was the first time, there's no way I could continue this case on Roman being pregnant. Speaking of, do you think we could change the wedding date? If we stick with our current plan, I'll be a whale walking down the aisle" you grimace at the thought of waddling in a wedding dress.

He chuckles at you before kissing you, "whatever you want is fine by me"

"Do you think your mom would be ok with us planning something small in the next month or so, before I start showing?"

He laughs at your excitement to move things along so quickly "mom would love it, she works well under pressure"

"Ok, let's try to rest before your princess wakes up" Sam and you snuggle into the bed wrapped up in each other's arms.

It felt like you had just closed your eyes when you suddenly felt the bed shift. Opening your eyes slowly, you came face to face with beautiful hazel eyes, had it not been for the giggles and tiny hands patting your cheek, you might have thought you were looking at Sam.

“Joy sweetie” you whisper “how did you get out of your crib?” pulling her down to snuggle with you a bit longer.

“Tevin hep me out” she giggles again before getting up and climbing over you to sit on Sam’s torso. He didn’t move, but you could tell by his breathing that he was awake, and most likely ready to strike on Joy at any moment.

It’s one of the things you love when you are all under one roof. Not living in the same state is hard, and you both worked really hard to make things as normal as possible for Joy, but seeing them together, simple little things like this made your heart swell.

She adored her dad, and had no idea it wasn’t normal for you to all be in the same house, but that would soon change. Before you were too lost in your thoughts, Joy was squealing while Sam was tickling her, the fake sleep surprise attack never failed.

Looking at them you laughed and attempted to get out of the bed, but you heard Sam whisper “let’s get mommy” and before you knew it, you were being tickled and attacked by both of them.

By the time the three of you made it to dinner, everyone was there and of course Tony had everything catered and a full staff serving, and of course he needed to make a toast to make sure everyone knew it was an official ‘family’ dinner.

Clinking his glass he raised it in the air and everyone followed suit, you were about to grab the wine glass but quickly changed to the water in front of you.

“To an ever expanding family, salut” Tony cheered as everyone followed suit and took a drink. The table was full of laughter and chatter from everyone, even Morgan and Joy were chatting away as the best of friends.

“So Sam” Bruce turned toward Sam “how did you propose to Y/N?” for some reason, that question got most of the tables attention and everyone was looking at the two of you.

“Well, which time?” Sam asked with a smirk.

You knew that this would come to bite you in the ass one day, but you had hoped it was with Sam’s family, not yours.

“Wait…..you proposed more than once?” Steve asked, you could tell he was trying to seem like it was an innocent question, but he was really trying to understand the person you had become since you left NY.

“Three times to be exact” Sam said with more confidence than you had expected. You shook your head knowing everyone expected an explanation and you were about to speak when Sam squeezed your hand under the table.

“Well, the first time was when we found out that our little Joy was on the way. However, in Y/N defense, we were only together 3 or 4 months at that point, so it probably felt a bit rushed. The second was about 15 minutes after Joy was born and it was a very emotional day for all of us. The successful proposal was just a few months ago, and we went on a little road trip, and I proposed at the same chapel where her parents were married” Sam turned to you fondly and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Wow, you are even more difficult than Pepper, I never realized that before” Tony smirked as he lifted his glass.

“Very funny, Tony. In my defense, the first two were spur of the moment emotional proposals and not thought through. I didn’t refuse, but knew that you needed to really think things out before taking such a big step” you tried to explain your reasoning, but not sure if it was for yourself or everyone else.

“They may have been spur of the moment, but they were most definitely thought through” Sam replies with a smug look while still eating and assisting your daughter with her meal.

You looked up at him a bit confused and was about to ask more when he continued by bringing your hand to his lips and gently kissing your knuckles.

“I bought that ring after our 3rd date, I just had to convince you that I wanted you for who you are and not what you have given to me since we met.”

You were shocked, you had no idea he knew for that long that he wanted this life with you, it had all felt it just happened and you went with it. You were actually speechless at this point and could see the glint in his eyes as you processed what he said. Leaning in, you kissed him gently and looked into those amazing hazel eye, this is where you always belonged.

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i’d like to address a few things about my posting here and my fics because it’s been weighing on my mind for a while and i’ve been having a difficult time deciding how i want to move forward. i know a lot of people have followed me for harry potter content, and that i’ve got a lot of ongoing hp fanworks. so i’m going to talk about what i’m planning to do about these things under the cut. my feelings on this are complicated and i’ve been trying to figure them out for, honestly, years now. thank you for following me and engaging with my content through this time. i’m very thankful for the people i’ve met and for the readers who’ve reached out to me with kind words!

i’ve talked about this before, but i haven’t liked jkr for a long long time. i started to see a lot of her shit when i was ~14. in fact, i got into some tumblr discourse about it from time to time LMAO. so, for me, “separating the art and artist” happened a long time ago (in quotes because that’s not actually possible to do). it’s the reason why i never bothered to support tcc. i read portions of online, but mostly didn’t care about it and had no interest in buying or seeing it. same with the fb movies. the more things she posted on pottermore, the more i ignored them. now, i still find some value as a fic writer in a lot of the lore presented in these things - that’s uh...what the fandom wiki is for, frankly. lmao. from a 10-year-old who worshipped this woman to a very bitter lgbtq teen within only a few years - now, at 21, i have spent most of my time ignoring her. although, i will say, it used to be a big goal of mine to be blocked by her on twitter. unfortunately, i didn’t become active on twitter until about 5 years ago, and she wasn’t very active anymore until she started spewing her terf shit. now, i just don’t want to put her on my trans friends’ timelines. so i don’t really engage, because i think we need to just ignore her. she’s like a kid having a temper tantrum. except i won’t move the metaphorical furniture out of the way for her because i don’t give a shit if she hurts herself, so to speak.

anyway, that’s the big point for me. i don’t want my trans friends to have to see her or her creations or anything. i don’t want to put them in a position where they’ll see me, someone they care about, giving unfettered praise to her (ok, in all fairness, i’ve probably never done this; i can’t ever talk about harry potter without also mentioning how much it fucking sucks, because it does. but that’s not enough) when she is actively trying to get them killed. because that’s what it is. it is violence. plain and simple.

i love harry potter. it’s such an important series to me, and there are a lot of reasons why. i wouldn’t be the writer i am now without it. i wouldn’t have met a lot of my friends. i would have missed out on a lot of important self-reflection i’ve done through these books and my transformative works. this isn’t going to change just because the author is a horrible person who created a...horrifically racist world. there are a lot of lgbtq+ hp fans out there, and i do want to support those people above all else. but at the end of the day, i’m also not willing to sacrifice the happiness i gain from creating my content when i genuinely don’t think it will make a difference whatsoever. actually, i think i can make a better statement if i continue to update my fics. just because i can’t deplatform her doesn’t mean i have to deplatform myself.

so, at the risk of looking like a performative POS, i will continue to post fic. maybe someday i’ll write oneshots again, but for now at least i’m just looking at my big projects. after the ones i’m currently working on, i can’t say whether or not there will be more, but i think it’s unlikely there will be. honestly? creating new works from scratch just isn’t as fun anymore. i’ve gotten most of what i needed/wanted out of the series, and that’s enough for me. i have a lot of guilt about creating for it at all. so i’ll continue to post, but you will never see me post a chapter without something in the notes about jkr’s rancid views. every time i post a new chapter of something, i will donate some amount to a uk-based trans organization. whether that will be a set amount or will be x dollars per x thousand words, i’m not sure yet, and it will depend on my own financial situation. because i’m a student, and unemployed, and i still have at least 2 years of school left. and i will encourage my readers to match my donations whenever possible.

as for my tumblr, well...i think it’s hard, because without personally knowing every single person in the fandom, you can’t really say which hp fans are in support of her and which ones aren’t. so i don’t really want to continue to let hp have such a large presence on my blog. i’ll probably still rb gifsets and fanartfrom time to time, but i am 100% willing to trigger tag anything related to hp and i probably won’t be making any more gifsets myself, or at least significantly fewer of them. i’m still willing to take requests for hp gifsets and fics. in the future, if people wanted it, i would be willing to do hp requests like a sort of charity drive - you pay $1+ to a trans org, i’ll accordingly match with like 100 words/$1 or 1 gif/$1 or something like that. if any other hp content creators are interested in organizing something like that somewhat en masse, let me know because i’m not really “in” the fandom anymore so my reach is quite limited lmao but i’ve done a fair bit of fundraising work irl and i would be more than happy to organize.

with all that said, you’ll notice i’ve been very inactive/haven’t been updating much in the past year-ish. part of that is that i’m busy with school. the bigger part is that my mental health has crashed and burned. i’m not in a great place and i’m endeavouring to not talk about it as much as possible because that’s something i need to be able to do for my own healing process. i’m doing a lot of therapy, but i haven’t really been able to write. i’ve been focussing on other projects trying to get my voice back and everything. don’t know how long it will take before i get back into my ongoing fics and novels, but it will happen eventually. thank you for your patience and understanding. i really hope this process will serve to make me a better storyteller in the end.

that’s kind of all i’ve got to say here. i’m willing to discuss anything i’ve mentioned if people have questions or are feeling conflicted themselves. wishing you all the very best. take care <3

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All You Have Is Your Fire

Summary: Reconnections and realizations abound.

Word Count: 1223

A/N: You asked, and here it is: Mad Love! So, I’m thinking this is the end of the first “act,” so to speak. Then I can start the chapters over again from one, and it will be fresh and brand new. Let me know your thoughts, my inbox is always open, and if you enjoyed I hope you’ll like, comment and reblog!

Things were supposed to be better. You had been rescued, your kidnappers killed, feelings had been confessed and reciprocated, and you finally were where you belonged. The end, case closed...right?

If only things were so simple. For weeks, the kidnapping has rested heavy on your heart. More specifically, the person who had a hand in orchestrating it. You had wanted to forgive Mallory almost since the moment you saw her with Michael, but common sense held you back. You needed to play it cool, but life has a funny way of putting people back into your path. When the stars aligned and Mallory asked to see you, it had happened mere days after you realized the only person you could turn to for your troubles was Mallory.

“Thank you...for meeting me, I mean.” You sit across the small table from the doe-eyed brunette who was once, what seems like a million years ago, your best friend. Mallory fidgets nervously, smiling to try and diffuse the tension.

“Once I figured out that this wasn’t another trap, it seemed like a good opportunity to air out some grievances.” The smile on Mallory’s face freezes at your words before slowly sliding off her face.

“I really am sorry, (Y/N). I’ve said it before, but I’ll continue to say it until I’m old and gray if that’s what it will take for you to believe me.”

“I know that you’re sorry. I just don’t know that we’ll ever have the relationship that we once did.”

“However weird it sounds, you forgave Michael and fell in love with him after he kidnapped you. I’m holding out hope that you’ll forgive me too.”

You bite back a smile, knowing that she’s right. Already, just sitting across from her for a couple of minutes has shown just how much you’ve missed her. Mallory, for better or for worse, is something like a platonic soulmate. Besides, at least you weren’t forced to marry her too. “Just be glad that Michael doesn’t know, then there’d be a lot more trouble.”

“How’s that going? Your relationship.”

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but it’s good. Never been better.” You’re not lying. In all honesty, things were better. Now that your relationship with Michael was “official,” or as official as a relationship can be when you married months before even dating, any of the petty fights you previously had seemed to have disappeared. Domestic life with your Antichrist was everything you had dreamed it would be, and yet…

“There’s something nagging at you.”

You shoot her a look, but nod anyways. “Not related to Michael, per se.”

“But Michael-adjacent?”

“Yeah. Specifically, the Cooperative.”

Mallory’s coven was well aware of the Cooperative, even before you were. The Satanists were just the first layer of Michael’s followers. These were the people that would follow Michael to the ends of the Earth and do anything that he asked of them. The Cooperative held all of the funds, making sure that Michael could carry out this apocalypse in the first place. Actors, artists, politicians, world leaders: all have earned a seat at the table that Michael sat at the head of.

After your Snow White moment, as you’ve so lovingly dubbed the poison apple incident, the Cooperative had become less of a priority. The good thing to come out of that was Michael taking a step back from his apocalypse-related shenanigans, even more so when you were kidnapped. Up until last week, you had thought the Illuminati-but-not-really was on the back burner for good.

Michael had approached you from where you were sitting on the couch, reading a book. You smiled at him, reaching a hand out and pulling him down next to you. It was a peaceful, sweet moment until Michael had to go and ruin it.

“I have a meeting on Saturday,” he said.

“Why do you have a meeting on a weekend?”

Michael grimaced, and you knew it could only mean bad news. “Well, people with a lot of influence typically can’t make their way to a classified location for a meeting during the week.”

“You’re meeting with the Cooperative?” you groaned.

“I have to, (Y/N). I technically own them, and they’re the ones funding my father’s plan.”

Your blood ran cold in your veins. “Wait, you’re still doing the whole end of the world thing?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I just--it seemed like that was sort of...forgotten about.”

“I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve been quite distracted lately--”

“Are you calling me a distraction?” you said with a fake pout before Michael had given you a quick kiss.

“A very cute distraction, of course. But now that life has settled down a little bit, it’s time for me to get back to business.”

You continued to sit there with Michael in what he had thought was a quiet peacefulness. Meanwhile, your mind had begun to race; was the fate of the world really in your hands?

“The answer’s pretty simple, isn’t it?” Mallory asks.

“Enlighten me.”

“You have to convince Michael that the world is better the way that it is and that he shouldn’t unleash a nuclear firestorm to ‘cleanse’ it.”

You snort. “Nice and easy, huh?”

“You could always get pregnant, that would definitely put ending the world on hold.”

“Mallory!” Laughing, you reach across the table and swat at her arm. “I’m not going to hinge saving the world on having a baby.”

“You’re right, but that can definitely be part of the five year plan.” Mallory winks conspiratorially. “I think you need to subtly undermine him. Not in a malicious way, but in a way that starts to show him that the Cooperative isn’t right.”

“So, should I go to those stupid meetings with him?”

“It wouldn’t hurt. Make him think you’re on his side, as well as the Cooperative’s side, but then make him second guess his choices. You’re so smart, you could come up with a million logical reasons as to why Michael shouldn’t go down this path.”

Groaning, you put your head in your hands. “Why is this so complicated?”

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one in love with the Antichrist.” Mallory glances at her phone. “I should probably go. I have to meet with the council so we can elect new members, considering half of our previous council was killed.”

“Don’t look at me, I’m not the one who kidnapped the Antichrist’s wife,” you retort.

“I’ve missed you, (Y/N).”

“I’ve missed you too,” you reply sincerely. “I wish things hadn’t happened the way that they did.”

“Trust me, I do too. I was so stupid for being under Cordelia’s influence like that, and letting her warped idea of sisterhood guide me.”

“We all do stupid things. And you were the one who helped to rescue me.” Mallory beams, knowing that she’s made her way back into your good graces.

On your way home, you can’t help but to think about all that’s at stake, as well as how cruel fate is. You and Michael are complete and total opposites, yet were brought together by circumstance. The dark to your light, the yin to your yang. Two sides of the same coin. Michael’s meant to destroy the world…

And apparently, you’re meant to save it.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 4 years

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A Mere Mortal - Chapter Five

A/N: This story is based on Landlord Vampire Fic Frenzy hosted by the amazing @just-the-hiddles. The second last chapter of this series! Yay Feedback’s appreciated as always! :))

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Vampire! Bucky Barnes x Vampire! Loki x Human! Reader

Word count: 2043

Warnings: Foul language, murder description, mostly angst.

Tags: @buckybarnesplumwhore @ladyacrasia @tcc-gizmachine @alexakeyloveloki @rogerrhqpsody

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You’d had enough. Bear was driving you insane with his persistent howling and barking. For such a small pup he was quite loud. Groaning, you turned on your side hoping to block the noise out.

Maybe it’s a phase. Don’t they start teething or something at this age?

You thought you’d ignore him and eventually he would keep quiet and go back to sleep, but something made you get out of the warmth of your bed, down the stairs and flick the light on in the living room. Bear was standing by the front door, staring it down as if it were an enemy. Huffing, you went closer.

“What is it buddy? Bad dream?” you leaned down to give him a scratch but he backed away; instead trotted up to the door and began scraping it with his front paws.

“You want to go for a walk now? Its 4:00 am and freezing cold. Come on now back to sleep.” You turned to switch the lights off again when Bear grabbed your pajama bottoms and tugged on them.

“What the hell Bear! We cannot go out now. Enough.” Irritated at this point, you picked him up and took him upstairs to let him sleep in your bed. Maybe he’d calm down then.

Once inside, you slid inside the still warm bed with the puppy and cuddled him close, he was surprisingly pacified at that time. He scrambled around a little bit before snuggling in, his rapid breathing gradually began lulling you back to sleep. Though it was short-lived.

Soon the quiet of the room was broken by Bear’s yapping right beside your ear. Angry at this point, you threatened to lock him in a room, though you could never do such a thing. He sat beside your bedroom window and looked out into the darkness. Following his gaze, you peered out to see what’s got him so riled up.

You saw a blurry dark figure laying on the ground on the far end of the street. The hairs on the back of your neck stood in alarm as you squinted to see clearly.

Were they unconscious? Or worse? Should you call the police?

Deciding the latter was the logical option, you got your phone and dialed 911 and waited for in your living room for a car alarm to be heard. You weren’t planning on standing in the dark out there alone.

Upon hearing cars in the distance, you pulled on a sweater and a hat, carried Bear in a little blanket and went out to the possible crime scene.

As you got closer, your heart rate picked up, Bear’s barking returned and you could sense something was horribly wrong. One of the officers saw you approaching and walked towards you.

“Do you live around here ma’am?” he asked looking at you warily.

“Yes, right down the street. I was the one that called you. My dog kept barking endlessly and I saw a figure on the ground. What happened?” you asked trying to peak behind him where the figure still laid, lifeless.

“I’m afraid it’s an animal attack. A brutal one. This woman was dead when we arrived. Her head was about ten feet away from her body.” He said matter-of-factly.

Your eyes went wide as he described the scene as if it were a routine weekday for him. You stepped around him, still in shock, to see who the woman was. To your horror, it was Jenny. Jenny who served you food at the grill on your very first day here; Jenny who was always so warm and kind towards you whenever you visited her.

She lay there on the cold ground, decapitated. Her mouth agape in shock, her eyes grey, lifeless, and what looked like scratch marks all over her severed neck and shoulder region. All this, and not an drop of blood was to be seen.

That was odd, to say the least. Judging by the intensity of the attack, there should’ve been a pool of blood right? Unless those freaky legends were all true. It couldn’t be, could it? Body drained completely of blood? What animal does that? Your detective alter ego was hard at work at this point.

“I can escort you home miss. We’ll do an inspection of the woods for any signs of animals. It’s not safe out here.” The officer broke you out of your mental investigation of the scene.

Agreeing, you let the officer walk you home, still in disbelief that you had just witnessed such a terrible yet odd scene. You were in shock.

Placing Bear down once you were inside, you walked in the kitchen, dazed, and got a glass of water. Bear following you closely, sat right at your feet as you leaned on the island counter, and looked up at you concerned.

“I forgive you for waking me up.”

…

You woke up that morning with a pounding headache and your hyper puppy dancing around the bed and licking your face.

Stepping under the shower, you recalled last night’s or rather, this morning’s events. The sight of Jenny’s lifeless body without a drop a spilled blood filled your mind with equal amounts of panic and curiosity. Mind immediately jumping to Bucky’s story from the other night.

Bucky! You could talk to him about the incident. You hadn’t spoken to him since the little make out session at his house. Sure not much time had passed, plus you had just witnessed a mysterious death.

Sam’s words echoed in your head at that moment. Creepy town.

After a heavy breakfast, you fed the dog and stepped out heading towards the library. The change in weather was quite evident as the leaves had started to fall and your breath was visible even during the day as well. You were sure you heard leaves crunch a few feet behind you but you didn’t stop to look, in fact you picked up your speed and jogged to the library.

“Ah (Y/N) my dear, how nice to see you again.” Frank’s kind voice came from his desk on your right as you entered the library.

“Good morning Frank. Did you hear about Jenny’s death?” you replied, immediately getting on the subject. You saw him get shifty-eyed for a little before a sympathetic smile donned his aging face.

“Ah yes. Terrible animal attack. You be careful when stepping out at night, my dear.” He replied hurriedly making you wonder if he’s memorized that response.

Not asking any further questions because he said he was busy looking at the logs, you made your way to the usual spot by the window and opened up a dusty copy of Dewsbury Legends & Myths.

You were lost in the book, not noticing a figure approach and sit right across from you, until he cleared his throat.

You looked up to find Loki peering at you intently with a slight smirk adorning his thin lips. As if a hunter would look at its prey who has absolutely no chance of escape.

“Hello love.” His smooth accented velvety voice enveloped your senses with intrigue and trepidation. He was leaning close, a bit too close for your liking. Your body automatically straightened back, going as far as away from the man without getting up.

“Loki. What brings you here?” keeping your tone polite yet unyielding you held his gaze.

“Oh you know me, Frank is a dear friend. And you are too.” He added with a full grin this time. Something about that grin sent a shiver down your spine. You wanted to get away from his presence, and yet you couldn’t get yourself to physically stand to leave; as if he had put you under a spell.

“How’s James? Haven’t seen him in a while. You two have gotten quite close it seems.” He interjected your train thoughts, his tone dripping with disdain.

You remained silent. Somehow you knew this wasn’t the end of his queries.

“Sad what happened with Jenny, you must’ve heard. Such a poor thing. Pathetic.” He said, gaze piercing at this point as if trying challenging you to speak the obvious at this point.

Your mouth went dry as your mind grasped the idea of what Loki had just implied. It was him. He did it. He killed her. He had bitten her, drained her body of blood.

Him.

Was he a-?

In flight-or-fight mode you scrambled to gather your things to get the hell away from him, of course he stopped you.

“Come on darling, it is only just getting interesting. I haven’t even told you the best part yet” His calm demeanor frightened you all the more.

“Since you’re so keen on knowing our town history, has James been telling you the real one or the one about Morwenna and Lucas?” Loki said sitting back on the armchair, knowing you wouldn’t run away now. Not until he spills the whole truth anyway.

Your voice came out feeble and shaky as you asked him what he meant by the real story.

“Has James ever mentioned of his deceased sister? My guess is he hasn’t. Well (Y/N), Evelyn was James’s sister who died tragically in the woods.”

“Evelyn was Lucas’s sister.” The words just blurted out without your approval.

“There is no Lucas darling. James made it up. He’s been telling that story for decades.”

Decades?

“You’re lying.”

“Perhaps you should ask him yourself. He should be here any minute, wanting to ‘protect’ you from me.” Loki sneered, leaning forward again. You swore you could see his eyes turn dark.

As if on cue, the library door swung open and Bucky came charging in towards you. Your body felt released from invisible chains as you scrambled to stand up and backed away from the two men.

“(Y/N) I’ve been calling you, why didn’t you pick up? What’s he doing here?” he looked concerned as he scanned you before staring daggers at Loki.

“Nice to see you James. I’ve just been updating our darling (Y/N) on real Dewsbury history.”

Before he could answer, you interjected,

“What happened to your sister?” your voice shaking with fear as you began plotting your escape from the small library. Would it really work? Probably not. Would you still try? Yes.

“Don’t believe a word he says doll, I was worried about you.” Bucky started stepping closer as you moved further away, not knowing who to trust.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Look, let me take you home, we can talk then.” He tried to reason with you as he saw fear in your eyes.

“That’s not an answer either.”

All the while Loki sat back in the armchair, observing the drama unfold. The one that began because of him.

“She died. In the woods.” Bucky finally said, head bowed.

You knew deep down Loki’s words were true, though Bucky’s admission shocked you nonetheless. It was true. The legends, the myths. And you needed to get away from them at once.

You made a run for it as you closely avoided Bucky who could’ve easily stopped you, but didn’t. As you reached the door, his hand interrupted your actions. You didn’t even hear his footsteps follow you.

“Please let me explain.” He pleaded.

“You stay the fuck away from me.” Yelling, you pushed his hand away and opened the door, bolting towards your house.

You kept glancing back as you ran, looking to see if either of them were following you, they didn’t.

“(Y/N) please, I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I was protecting you.”

Of course he was standing right behind you.

Angry tears blurred your vision as you turned to face him, “I think I told you to stay away from me. Leave me alone. Please.”

Bear’s barks filled your ears as you heard him scratching at the front door, to come to your aid. You turned and opened the door, immediately your dog began growling in Bucky’s direction without stepping out of the house. He could probably sense Bucky wasn’t a human.

“(Y/N).” he said as a last attempt to get you to listen.

You of course, slammed the door, locked it shut and sank to the floor, crying.

…

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. In reality, even if a program 'compilesfine' it might not actually work because of errors during the linking phase. The total process of going from source code files to an executable might better be referred to as a build.

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Compilation refers to the processing of source code files (.c, .cc, or.cpp) and the creation of an 'object' file. This step doesn't create anythingthe user can actually run. Instead, the compiler merely produces the machinelanguage instructions that correspond to the source code file that wascompiled. For instance, if you compile (but don't link) three separate files,you will have three object files created as output, each with the name<filename>.o or <filename>.obj (the extension will dependon your compiler). Each of these files contains a translation of your sourcecode file into a machine language file -- but you can't run them yet! You needto turn them into executables your operating system can use. That's where thelinker comes in.

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Knowing the difference between the compilation phase and the link phase canmake it easier to hunt for bugs. Compiler errors are usually syntactic innature -- a missing semicolon, an extra parenthesis. Linking errors usuallyhave to do with missing or multiple definitions. If you get an error that afunction or variable is defined multiple times from the linker, that's a goodindication that the error is that two of your source code files have the samefunction or variable.

Compile is the creation of an executable program from code written in a compiled programming language. Compiling allows the computer to run and understand the program without the need of the programming software used to create it. When a program is compiled it is often compiled for a specific platform (e.g., IBM platform) that works with IBM compatible computers, but not other platforms (e.g., Apple platform).

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