ORIGINAL IMAGINE: While on a mission, Bucky gets triggered. He starts to fight you and the Avengers, but halfway through the fight you realise something: He’s not trying to hurt you…He’s trying to protect you.http://e1e4n0r5.tumblr.com/post/152349396356
Everyone is finishing their
final preparations for the raid on the Hydra base. Steve buckles his helmet and
puts in his earpiece as he gives out the orders.
“Romanoff and Barton: you’re
with me, we’ll clear the perimeter. Tony: kill the power and their comms, then
help us. Sam, Vision, Wanda: take out the big guns. Y/N: I want you and Bucky
to head down to the lower levels; that’s where our inside says the weapon plans
are. We’ll all finish up top and come down after you.”
“Think you can keep up,
James?” You tease Bucky, loading the magazine into your machine gun and
slipping it into your tactical vest. You were the only one on the team not to
call him Bucky. The first time you’d called him James, he’d actually blushed a
little, earning some playful teasing from Steve and Sam. But he never said he
didn’t like it, so you’d stuck with it.
A young man, looking to possibly still be a teenager, huddles over a desk in a large dimly lit room. His back is to two monolithic marble doors carved with intricate runes and inlaid with golden circlets, slightly cracked and letting in a single shaft of light. The walls are bright white, and perfectly smooth, not that anyone could see them through the layers and layers of papers covered in hastily scrawled notes and detailed schematics for weapons and spell circles. Huge black curtains cover one wall, easily twenty feet long and made of gossamer silk. The ceiling holds a massive crystal chandelier, the light source in the center covered in another thick black curtain, this one tied roughly around the whole two-foot orb.
Sparks out from the area the young man is working in, sending out brief flashed of golden light that illuminate the cluttered desks and tables that fill half the room, and the large metal contraptions that fill the other half. Intense gold flames magically leap from his finger to the brass instrument he is working on, his tongue is stuck out to the side in concentration. Over his hands are rough safety gloves, and over his eyes are large protective goggles. His long white hair is tied back in a rough ponytail with a piece of string, and he’s wearing a long white lab coat over fine white roman-style robes fastened with a golden ring.
His concentration on his latest (and, of course, greatest) invention is rudely interrupted by another (not as) young man who loudly knocks on the door to the lab and opens it without waiting for a response.
The new visitor leans against the inside of the doorframe, shaking his head. “If you spend another year locked up in this lab of yours alone in the dark we shall be tempted to start calling you ‘antisocialwing,’ Silver,” he says.
Silverwing, rolling his eyes under his goggles, turns to the visitor. “Raphiel, brother, I must have told you not to disturb me when I’m working a thousand times. You may be taller and older-looking, but I am still your eldest brother and I expect a tad bit more respect when I give you orde-”
Raphiel, laughing, interrupts. “Tell that to Dad, brother. He’s asking for you. Again.”
Silverwing freezes momentarily, before tearing off his goggles and tossing his gloves to the side carelessly, disturbing a pile of papers and sending them scattered across the floor. In one fluid motion he leans forward, bright silver-feathered wings erupting from his back, and leaps across the entire room, landing next to Raphiel in the doorframe and skidding. “Why didst you not tell me that first!?” He shouts demandingly before turning on a dime and dashing towards the temple-like building’s exit.
for years, the minds and computers of big mountain were a blaze of trajectories, weapon schematics and nuclear theories. the problems began to outpace the solutions, first geometrically, then exponentially. as the war escalated, so did the questions. on the night of october 23rd, 2077, the scientists received an answer that put all their questions to rest. in the aftermath, big mountain’s silent experiments went to sleep, their creators slowly dying in the new world that had been left behind. and the great stone in the middle of the big empty lay untouched, filled with countless technological wonders…wonders that, in the end, had been answers to the wrong question.
Author’s Notes: Just to be clear out of the gate, this will be a story of Finn, Rey, and Ben developing a polyamorous relationship—not Rey cheating on Finn with Ben. If polyamory isn’t your thing, then this particular story may not be your cup of tea. Otherwise, welcome aboard this beautiful ship!
Many thanks to @reylotrashcompactor for her beta work, as per usual. You are my sinning soulmate, dear! :D
No matter what name he
goes by now, Finn will always think of the the general’s son as Kylo Ren. He
spent too many years taking orders from him to see Ben Solo as anything besides
the man in the mask.
Now he stands on the
outskirts of the training yard, watching Rey and Ren spar. Today they’ve put
away practice swords, and they move with the passion and purpose of a true
battle. Rey circles him, her yellow saberstaff spinning through complicated
forms. Ren blocks each of her blows with the lightsaber that once belonged to
his uncle, and his grandfather before him. He handles the blue blade as if it
was made for him, and Finn wonders, vaguely, what it’s like, to know with such
definitive confidence that something belongs to you.
Rey gets in a hit—a
glancing blow to Ren’s upper arm—and he hisses, pale face twisted in pain.
“You’re sloppy today,”
she taunts, and Finn has rarely heard her sound so gleeful.
Rey advances before he
can regain his footing, and Ren barely raises his saber in time to block her
next attack. He growls, sounding more like a beast than a man, calling Rey a
He’s going to lose
today, and Finn decides not to stick around for the inevitable blood and burns.
He’d rather not see the triumph on Rey’s face when she defeats her opponent.
Because it worries him, a little, the pleasure she always seems to take in
That night, when Rey
undresses and joins him in bed, Finn sees that she is unbruised and unburned.
“Looks like you won your
spar,” he says, and he makes himself smile.
Rey wraps an arm around
his waist, settles her head on his chest, and kisses the place over his heart.
“I hate to say it, but I almost miss the way Ben used to fight. He was harder
to beat then.”
Something in her wistful
tone unsettles him, but Finn keeps his voice light when he asks, “Are you
saying you liked Kylo Ren better when he was trying to kill you?”
Rey shifts, growing
quiet for a long moment, before she finally says, “He never tried to kill me.”
“Never?” Finn asks.
Rey climbs on top of
him, straddling his hips, and says, “I do not want to think about Ben
Solo right now.”
“In the years before the Great War, Big Mountain had been the home to the brightest minds of the 21st century. Scientists of vision were drawn to the facility to tackle the greatest technological challenges of the era. They sought to create a new world, fueled by technology, for the benefit of all mankind. Sonic emitters, space age alloys, DNA hybridization, force field particle research, Auto-Doc advances in cranial, cardiac, and trauma surgery… the hopes and dreams of a century became realities in the electronic forces of Big Mountain. The nucleus of this research was the Dome, a huge stone facility that held the labs of every science known to man. It was a think tank where no problem could not be solved, where no question could not be answered. The Great War brought a new energy to Big Mountain and its scientists. Although sheltered from the frontlines, the scientists waged their own war, fighting their battles at the atomic level. Equations and calculations marched endlessly across chalkboards and computer terminals toward one solution: Winning the war. For years, the minds and computers of Big Mountain were a blaze of trajectories, weapon schematics, and nuclear theories. The problems began to outplace the solutions, first geometrically, then exponentially. As the war escalated, so did the questions. On the night of October 23, 2077, the scientists received an answer that put all their questions to rest. In the aftermath, Big Mountain’s silent experiments went to sleep, their creators slowly dying in the new world that had been left behind. And the great stone in the middle of the Big Empty lay untouched, filled with countless technological wonders… Wonders that, in the end, had been answers to the wrong question.”
Please note these Patch Notes have some inaccuracies that are currently being updated by Bioware. Thus not all fixes are actually available or functional. However both the wardrobe and Golden Nug updates are available in this patch; while the Untold Relics of Thedas update is unknown to be true or not.
Dragon Age: Inquisition’s Patch 10 finally adds in new wardrobes for the Inquisitor to wear in Skyhold. No matter if they are having drinks with a friend after a dragon hunt or cuddling on the couch with a beloved lover, your Inquisitor can now look fashionable in something other than their pjs (although the grey pajamas are still available for those who loved it).
There are also new artifacts to discover, the relics chosen as the winners to Bioware’s Untold Relics of Thedas contest are now hidden within the game. Though it is up to you to find out where they lie, be it a deep dark cavern or tucked away in an abandoned Temple who knows.
The last major update is the Golden Nug statue. Simply touching this statue will upload schematic, weapons, armors, and even codices from your playthrough for your newest Inquisitor’s to enjoy. Allowing for every single one of your Inquisitors to have the highest, rarest grade equipment in the game from the very start of Haven onward. Though I’d suggest using responsibly and sparingly, otherwise the game could prove to be no more than one hit kills and speed runs.
Fixed an issue that caused some creatures to require a higher number of items to complete their associated research.
Fixed an issue where “All New, Faded for Her” could disappear from the journal.
Fixed an issue where Calpernia was incorrectly set as the nemesis in the Dragon Age Keep when Samson was the nemesis in the game.
Fixed an issue where dying in combat without a full party would not switch the camera focus to a follower.
Fixed an issue where some characters in Skyhold did not have a displayed name.
Fixed an issue where some requisitions tracked incorrect ingredients.
Fixed an issue where some schematics were using incorrect icons.
Fixed an issue where the Silent Sister could not interact with the appropriate class door in multiplayer.
Fixed an issue that allowed item duplication when using the storage chest in Skyhold.
Fixed an issue that caused mosaic tiles to be offset from the wall in Skyhold.
Fixed an issue that caused the merchant in The Descent to purchase items from the player at a higher price than intended.
Fixed an issue that could cause brontos to not drop creature research items.
Fixed an issue that could cause Cole’s legs to appear inside out when certain armor is equipped.
Fixed an issue that could cause overlapping operation icons on the war table.
Fixed an issue that could cause some quest enemies to not appear in Crestwood Hills.
Fixed an issue that could cause some scouting operations to not display images.
Fixed an issue that could cause the gate at Redcliffe Village to remain closed.
Fixed an issue that could result in crafting resources being placed in the inventory’s Valuables category.
Fixed an issue that could result in dawn lotus being positioned incorrectly in the Skyhold garden.
Fixed an issue that prevented some completed operations from clearing off the war table.
Fixed an issue that prevented the Alistair codex entry from unlocking.
Fixed an issue that could prevent the Inquisition Banner Crown from unlocking if players collected the headpiece from the Storm Coast before capturing the keeps.
Fixed an issue with abilities displaying incorrect buff icons.
(Prompt for Brasslizard: Iron Man and Roller Skates)
DJ gave him a hopeful look.
“Okay, I’m starting to see why Steve falls for that all the time,” Tony said. He put his hands on his hips. “It’s not going to work on me, just so you know, so you can quit doing it, that thing where you make it look like you’re about to cry. Because I’m immune.”
DJ sniffed, his lower lip trembling.
“This is, this is lies. What you are doing right now, it is manipulative, and it is a lie, I know it is a lie.” Tony did his best to look away. “I know it’s a lie, because I invented that particular falsehood.”
DJ huffed out a sigh and leaned his whole body against Tony’s side. He twisted to the side, his back against Tony’s leg, his feet sliding out in front of him as he pressed against Tony with his full weight. Tony paused, his fingers hovering in midair as his schematics rolled passed.
“No,” Tony told him.
DJ tipped his head back, his dark eyes huge and liquid and sad.
Tony dropped a rag over his head. Underneath it, DJ giggled. “You have to wear that for the rest of the day.”