#NO ONE POSTED AGENT 24 TODAY I HAD TO INTERVENE !

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@judas-isariot just sent me that with this captation:

I think, I am the only one understanding you XD.

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OC Questionnaire

Thank you @1000generations and @rosella-writes for the tags! I love things such as this that allow me to flesh out Fane more! :D

I’ll tag: @oxygenforthewicked @the-dreadful-canine @varric-tethras-editor @noire-pandora @blueheaded and anyone else that’d like to give it a go! :3

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THE BASICS:

Character’s name: Fane Lavellan/Aterian (The second name is one he’s rarely called until later on. Mainly post-Trespasser by those in his contingent of agents.)

Role in story: The Inquisitor (highly derogatory)

Physical description: Short, messy snow white hair and eyes that hold two colors instead of one (emerald and gold). Bears the vallaslin of Sylaise (full-face). Relatively angular face and holds features that are more indicative to ancient elves than the ones of today. Overall height is 6′1 and is far more muscular in build than other elves, but still slender enough that he isn’t mistaken for a Qunari. Entire body is littered with patch-work scars and has a singular, long scar upon his left cheek (inflicted by Solas) 

Age: Appears 24 (approximately 5,000 years old in actuality)

MBTI/Enneagram Personality Type: INTP-T (Logician). Fane is very much like me in the fact that he’s extremely analytical. He’s always questioning and trying to piece together ‘why’ or ‘how’. Sadly, social skills are lacking for him, and he comes across as proud or insensitive due to how he words things or his lack of understanding when it regards to why someone might be put off by his views.

INTERNAL LIFE:

What is their greatest fear? 

To be forgotten/Himself

Inner motivation: 

Rebirth. Fane wants to see the world restored to what he remembers (i.e. before the Veil was erected), and he wishes for his kin to thrive once more, to belong to no master but themselves. The birth of Yune (the last of Fane’s specific kin) awakens the ideal of ‘hope’ in his heart and allows him to believe that what he strives for is possible.

Kryptonite: 

Pride and Wrath. Fane has a volatile temper that tends to get him into trouble, on and off the battlefield. He is prone to bouts of proud behavior due to the fact that he’s lived for so long and believes he knows what the ‘absolute’ in the world is. 

What is their misbelief about the world? 

That everything terrible that has happened to him or that he has done thus far since awakening/being awakened is his fault, his choice. At the beginning of my story and in regards to the world as a whole, Fane believes he knows exactly how each person is (personality, motivations, ideals, etc.), even though he has no idea who he is.

Lesson they need to learn: 

That his existence is not a sin. That whoever or whatever he is doesn’t matter. He’s alive and he is loved, he is important. Labels do not need to define him.

What is the best thing in their life? 

Family (Solas, Mhairi, Cyfrin, Yune, etc.)

What is the worst thing in their life? 

That he had to betray family to support family. Fane will do whatever it takes to ensure Solas is never alone again and that his kin can be remembered for what they truly are, but in order to do that he has to make decisions, choices and those decisions carry a lot of pain and heart break. He’ll endure, however. He’ll always endure.

What do they most often look down on people for? 

Ignorance and faith. The faith aspect is mainly people wholly relying on that which they can’t see rather than the strength and independent thought that they possess. Fane despises those who use faith as a tool to manipulate or those who are willfully blind to the cries of the world and the suffering.

What makes his/her/their heart feel alive?

Primarily, Solas awakens the hidden or muted sides of Fane. Solas represents ‘the sky’ to him, and just a glimpses into the other’s eyes can make Fane feel as if he’s able to fly again. Having someone understand and know him for more than his rage and bluntness also makes Fane feel more alive when he’s used to feeling grey. 

What makes them feel loved, and who was the last person to make them feel that way? 

Intimacy of presence. Fane feels most loved when those he cares for is content to merely be around him, words or no words. Solas is the one that does this the most often, the two of them having had to use this level of communication in the past due to Fane being a dragon unable to talk or link up mentally with anyone other than spirits. However, Cole, Mhairi and Cyfrin also utilize this means of communication. Solas is merely the one that offers it the most. 

Top three things they value most in life? 

Devotion, Independent thought, and Support.

EXTERNAL LIFE:

Is there an object they can’t bear to part with and why? 

A crimson sash adorned with golden embroidery of halla and leafless trees. It was a gift from Mhairi, and it was given to Fane shortly after their father disappeared and the experiments upon his body ceased. Fane wears it either around his waist or as a scarf. He’s usually not one to accept gifts, family or not, but he kept this one because it offered a lot of comfort where it had been lacking for several years. Fane also adores his sister with all his heart, and to see that she chanced potential capture to gather the materials...how could he spit in the face of such love? He couldn’t, and that’s why he keeps it even Post-Trespasser. He rarely wears it as he used to during that time, but he keeps it safe and pulls it out when he’s alone to remember simpler days.

Describe a typical outfit for them from top to bottom.

Fane gravitates towards clothing that’s loose and practical. He refuses to wear any of the clothing that Josephine or Vivienne might choose for him. To start, Fane wraps his entire upper body in Elvhen wraps to cover the myriad of scars that litter his body. The wraps are usually dark brown, dark green, or black. Next, he opts for cotton tunics, short sleeved or long sleeves, but he’ll have tendency to roll them up to his elbow, and once again, they are either dark or neutral colors (black, grey, etc.). Plain trousers, somewhat form fitting, and most importantly; boots. Fane does not go barefoot unless he’s getting ready for bed or bathing. He also wears a small dagger that he keeps strapped to an upper thigh. Just in case. *winks*

What names or nicknames has they been called throughout their life?

Fae (generally by Cyfrin or Mhairi), ma’isenatha (’my dragon’ and is typically used by Solas), Blackened One (this is the translation of Fane’s ‘second’ name and is used both respectfully/derogatory), He Who Flew Above (used by the Elvhen agents in both Fane and Solas’ respective contingents), White One (Abelas generally refers to Fane as this once he drops the Inquisitor title, Wisdom also calls Fane this), vhenan or ma vhenan.

And last, but definitely not least, ‘Papae’ *whistles innocently* :3 

What is their method of manipulation?

Fane has draconic abilities that can warp emotions. In a way, he implements a form of psychological warfare, but he only uses it as a last resort whether the enemy is a piece of absolute trash or not. Fane has had his mind broken multiple times, died from it once even, and unless given no other choice, he will not break another like that.

Describe their daily routine. 

Fane wakes up at the crack of dawn. He doesn’t like to, but he usually has no control over it due to years upon years of waking up from nightmares and retching. If he manages to awaken without many issues, Fane strides right into his routine of training, with or without eating. Training helps quell his mind of lingering terrors, and establishes discipline to emotions that are volatile. Afterwards, Fane may eat on his own, but generally, Mhairi, Cyfrin or Solas have to acquire something for him and press him to eat. He always relents, even if he glowers and growls. Cole takes a more subtle approach and just leaves it where Fane can easily smell it, awakening the want. 

Mid-day Fane is usually doing his rounds, checking on companions, maybe entertaining a conversation or request, or begrudgingly diving into Inquisition business. (paperwork, letters, etc.) If he’s having a rough day, headaches, mental exhaustion, or physical pain, then Fane is less likely to get much done and that’s because Solas will demand that he take it easy. In those cases, Fane will fight and protest and declare that he’s fine, but a single look that says, ‘Enough’, and he crumbles, taking the offering of a pillowed lap and potentially sleeping for at least half the afternoon. When he wakes up, Fane lingers in the rotunda and with attempt some form of work until evening.

That’s when Fane indulges in more personal pursuits. He whittles wood, reads and writes poetry, tinkers with one of his gauntlets or plating, and lets himself want. He’ll sometimes go to the tavern to see Varric or the Chargers, even if being around Bull makes him a tad uneasy. Or he’ll seek out his sister and see if she wishes to do something with him. Fane doesn’t ask, of course, but that’s because Mhairi bombards him the moment he appears and he accepts and agrees without fuss. Sometimes Fane will visit Leliana in the rookery and go over what she’s heard or what he’s hear, or he’ll spend time with Cole until Solas comes to see where he’s gone off to.

Their go-to cure for a bad day? 

Usually, training or just outright destroying something. Fane has issues controlling some of his emotions, rage most of all, and the only way to get that specific emotion out is to physically take it out. Solas and Mhairi have attempted to help Fane diffuse in different ways, but the only one that seems to work the best is for a dragon to rampage. Thankfully, Fane retreats from Skyhold if that he feels his mind blackening. Solas or Cole will follow and keep an eye on him from a distance, but Solas will intervene if he feels Fane is close to spiraling beyond anger. Then, the go-to is words, soft, but firm.

GOALS:

How are they dissatisfied with their life? 

Fane’s life Pre-Inquisition and within Inquisition is...rough. Life with the clan was torture for him, literally being called a mistake and monster due to how he acted and how he looked. No one understood why and neither did Fane beyond knowing his father’s abuse had...awoken something in him. That lack of understanding infuriated Fane, to the point where he chose to just...ignore it, turn his back. Add that to the burden placed upon his shoulders unwillingly, and once again being labeled as every manner of being except what would make him feel complete...yeah, Fane was highly dissatisfied with his life. It isn’t until he and Solas reconcile and vow to never be apart again that Fane starts to find purpose and the will to try in his life. That satisfaction only grows Pre-Trespasser once Fane uncovers a lot of answers concerning himself and his kin after going on a little field trip to a place that shall not be name while Solas attends to the Qunari.

What would bring them true happiness or contentment?

Simply put? Fane wants Solas to be able to rest. That would bring Fane so much joy, to see his sky finally throw down the mantle and rest. All he wants is for them both to be able to be together and not have the world demanding their lives on a silver platter every second of every hour.

What definitive step could they take to turn their dream into a reality? 

Support. That is one of Fane’s guiding principles when it comes to Solas and what the mage has deemed he has to do. Fane helps to keep Solas on the path, but he knows when to step in if the fog rolls in. Fane doesn’t see right or wrong; he sees paths, choices. He supports what Solas wishes to do because he understands why the man feels the way that he does. Fane is Devotion and Tenacity, and he will die again and again and again before leaving Solas to walk this dark path alone, without support. Because that, all on its own, can change a person’s mind.

How has their fear kept them from taking this action already? 

Fane is only fearful that his support could be causing Solas grief, making him upset due to the fact that the mage feels as if Fane should condemn him. However, Fane presses on and doesn’t let fear shackle him in this. Fear is potent in Fane, that’s the truth, but it all washes away when Solas requires him. Devotion is stronger than Fear, Tenacity grinds Terror into dust, and a dragon will always guard the sky it calls home. 

How do they feel they can accomplish their goal while still steering clear of the thing they are afraid of? 

So, Fane’s main fears are being forgotten and himself. The supporting aspect is to combat the being forgotten aspect, partially, but when in regards to himself... That’s a whole other story. Fane grapples with madness coutnless times in my story and the allure of power, something dragons cannot yearn for lest they cause irreversible harm to the world, and he is fearful that eventually...the clock will strike, the hourglass will run out and that he didn’t do enough. For Solas, for his kin, and for the world. Furthermore, Fane is terrified that that madness will eventually harm those he cares for, those he’s vowed to protect and support. So, Fane does whatever he can to keep his spirit from warping, to keep himself from breaking beyond what can be repaired, and having Yune and Solas, and seeing the progress of their endeavors helps keep Fane on the cliff he teeters on.

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Bio! Dad Strange Part 9

Jason returns, may be a 2 parter to cover tim getting kidnapped and the aftermath. Will let you know at the end. We are getting to Marinette dealing with Ladybugging soon.

Marinette wasnt sure what to think this year. She met The Barry Allen last year. She also figured out 2 heroes pre-flash revelation and two more after—in her defense Hero Stalker’s old theory on The first Robin did Batman in. it is not her fault 5 founding members have the multiple-persona game of a booger.

She was also Tetch (Mad Hatter. Doesnt deserve the name) and Mr. J’s, Jerimah’s, last victim before they died. Then some idiots revived Jerimah. She hates his cult a lot, okay.

Everyone was on high alert and trying to keep her inside. The thing is, she hates being inside. She’s inside for designing, sure. Research? She’ll live.

But 24/7 inside time?

Never a good combo with her.

Rose’s plants may be snitches, but they seemed to agree on the over coddling. She’s ten, can break phones by tapping them, and is defiantely more off her stickers than on at the moment.

The one on her was uring her into some alleyway. If she was reading the movement pattern right, a gang fight.

Lovely, she usually did these with some sort of supervision but they were all being rude and she needed time outside.

She checked her belt, a few pairs of ball weights tied together with one chain each to make bolas clipped to back. She has a taser in hand, and a few rubber bullet loaded gun on one hip and a stun gun her size in the other. She had a packet of zipties and rope up each sleeve. Easy to giftwrap and humiliate bad people, like Batman does.

She blinked once when she saw—new player? In a bright red full face helmet that looks horrible. And he’s holding that gun make all wrong to max out usage. Ugh, amatuers.

Some part of her groaned about a potential run-in with Batman and his new Robin—she was pissed about Tim not telling her still—and decided this was as good an anger management as any. New vigilante, maybe the sirens would help him find a team.

She snuck up behind a few members, quick to grab the guns and move them out of reach. No need to give anyone playing possum an easy out, right—she saw a mix of her people in with the gang. She needed to teip this guy up before he hurt the RKC street kids and honoraries tangled up in this.

“Hey helmet, if you’re gonna shoot them you’re holding the gun wrong.”

Helmet turned to see her. She didnt grab her usual harley-knock off outfit for helping today. She wanted to be Pixie Pop for a bit. And if the Rogues forgot that she’s Pixie well, better for her, right? Pixie just wore her hair like Tinkerbell and wore a bit of green.

The guy he was aiming at made to run.

Marinette grabbed a makeshift bolas and threw it at his knees. She recognized him from one of the RKC hit lists—human trafficker. He fell with them wrapped around tight and defiantely injured bith his knees with how the weights hit him.

“I, Pixie Pop?” Weird, no one had seen her as Pixie in two years. How’d he know it was her?

“Yeah. Havent been around much lately.” She threw another bola at another guy. “You new?”

“Talk after i kill these guys.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, because really?

She threw a knife to screw his aim into non-lethal on one guy. “Kick their ass first, some RKC are in here.”

Helmet oddly did as she said, switching from guns to—is that. A. Sword?

She twisted to punch the guy sneaking up on her. Helmet threw a sword and landed it in his shoulder.

“Thanks!”

“Holy shot you’re really here this time.”

“Did you get hit with feargas as a baby or something?” Her partner being prone to dellusions and good with weapons was a bad thing.

“Just came back from the dead is all.”

marinette hit the guy going for helmet with her stun gun.

“That’ll do it!”

Helmet turned to one of the guys, gun at the ready. She had a feeling Helmet needed a lot of help, or else one of Rose’s agents would be down.

“If you know about pixies, you should know she got an upgrade to having some trust dust.”

Marinette walked over to the guy, letting her tracker plant take a look. The flower bloomed and he got a face full of ‘filter-less pollen’ that’s as close to a truth serum as Rose could make. After all, people can turn sides.

“Truth pollen?” Helmet was staring at her closely.

“Yep.” Marinette turned to her victim. “Are you helping the traffickers?”

“Does infiltration and killing them count as helping?”

Helmet stared at them then.

“Which team?”

“HKT ma’am. How did you get rose to give you one of those?”

“Think for a minute who she gives these to.”

“Comanding officers of the the RKC reconn and interigation but there’s only 15 and i met them all when i joined in the fall.”

“Im the summer help when theyre not puppy gaurding. Now, i have to do zipties on the traffickers, think you can help?”

“I lost coordination from the pollen.”

“Of course you did.”

Marinette turned to see Helmet staring at her. Like she should be dead, not the new revival guy.

“Good enough.”

“I thought only Poison Ivy could do things like that.”

“I have a badass team, well, when they aren’t going overboard. One week kidnapped and suddenly im made of glass.”

“Pixie you are what, ten?”

“So? Two of my best friends went missing becuase no one stepped up, one of them resurfaced as an idiot a year later but still.”

Helmet stopped then. “Two?”

“Hero stalker went after our big brother vanished.. he came back as an idiot.”

Helmet paused. “Hey, you check the others and i’ll help you drop off the good ones at a doctor or something.”

“Zipties are at the ready. Mind doing your share?”

Helmet did as she asked, working with her until all was squared away.

“Okay, my tracker gave off a signal to the RKC to gather our guys here, and—why are bleeding?”

Helmet looked up at her then. “I am?”

“... you’re coming with me since i dont know if you need a transfusion, but i know a guy who can help.”

“I’m driving.”

“On what?”

“Motorcycle.”

Marinette let him walk her to it, and she got on first. He ‘drove’ them while the plant told her when to turn. They ended up at her dad’s clinic as ‘Mr. Smith’. He was so grounding her.

“Smith, i need help,” she tried.

Her dad came out and paled when he saw her carrying Helmet. Before he passed out he let her take it off. “Red hoodie... oh god he said he was revived.”

Her father worked out the blood bags while she checked the wound, bullet still in there. She got it out with tweezers. No major damage to the muscles and shit. How many scars did he have? Pre or post revival?

When he came to she turned to her father and said one thing.

“So this is my new brother. Dont try to get out of it, he kept me alive when i was comstantly pixie, and you said if he was in a bad place then you’d take him in, no questions asked.”

Strange sighed, nodded, and went back to fixing Helmet up.

The next day he was forced moved into an extra room by hers. Somehow there was already clothes his size and style in it.

“Pixie...”

“Im determined and my honorary aunt is a cat burglar.”

Helmet hugged her.

“So for the documents, what do you want to go by?”

Helmet said he didnt want it to be obvious, given who he was before.

“Its not like you were robin.”

“I was.”

“.... i know two robins now, pre-robining. What is my life?”

“ you are ten, calm down. And you knew dick?”

“Met him as Nightwing, not very friendly. But uh, remember hero stalker?”

“The idiot who followed me and B?”

“Yeah, so funny thing, it was a thing that he wanted to be Robin when you went off from Gotham, and then he somehow managed to convince bats to take him on.”

“That Child is Robin.”

“Will be another hero soon if he knows what’s good for him—he’s too easy to make.”

“Wait, you know who he is-is or—”

“I know 5 secret identities and want to lodge a formal complaint about heroes having no secret identity game.”

“Youre ten. I refuse to let you deal with legal things.”

“But illegal is still on the table?”

“I am a vigilante, of course it is.”

“Good, so can we tlak about how dumb Supes secret id is? I photoshoped glasses on as a joke and looked at my file and knew.”

“Wait have they found you yet?”

“No? I dont think so. Not the mom and step dad or father one yet.”

“But its.”

“I know, but i can keep multiple secret identities. They cant handle one. What is this bull they drop in my lap? No masks for two of them, and the three with cant even manage a basic gait switch?”

“I am so glad you noticed too.”

“Also we need to intervene with Hero Stalker.”

“Does your father know-know or...”

“Knows i know, but knows im not telling even in death.”

“Fair. So, heads up i am going to yell at the JL after killing B for impact.”

“How about beating him up instead and kidnapping Hero Stalker? Bats is fine just needs an adult working with him.”

“Maybe. If my mind wasnt so fucked i’d send the Dick a text or something about this, but i think he hates me so that probably wouldnt work.”

“We have planning time, that’s what my house arrest is good for. Now name.”

“... i want to go by Jay.”

“James work?”

“Sure.”

“James “Jay” Smith then. And we are fixing your vilagante outfit.”

“What’s wrong with it.”

“Your helmet has a nose. And the who this is shit for discreet armour. I’ll get a rant in fifteen on armor history from a fashion obsessed friend and make something for you using that, ok?”

“Do i have a choice?”

“I am your little sister offically. resistance is futile.”

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So the long awaited return of Red Hoodie/Red Hood/Jason Todd.

For refrence (as age is weird here) Jason looks 14/15 here, but due to dead years is technically 18

Tim is 12

Marinette is 10

Dick is 20something.

Bruce is 30something

Heads up, this will be a two parter for this summer. As i love the next part but need sleep.

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The Wedding

Summary: Tony Stark and his girlfriend are engaged, and the entire world is expecting a huge extravagant affair. Wedding planning, as it turns out, is actually enormously stressful, so one day Tony says “screw it, let’s just elope.” So they do.

Pairing: Tony Stark x OC , BUT features all your favourite Avengers

Length: 5500+ words. Mega long because I can never seem to stop myself from rambling. 

Warnings: So much fluff you’ll choke on it. Just a story about Tony Stark being sickeningly happy and in love because he deserves it.

The news that Tony Stark and Ivy Henderson were getting married was perhaps the biggest news story of the decade.

The two had become beloved public figures over the years. Tony, the multi-billionaire philanthropic head of Stark Industries and man behind the Iron Man. Ivy, a top SHIELD agent and regular press spokesperson for the government agency, and familiar face at various charity galas.

From the moment they’d met, their relationship had been popular gossip column fodder. Despite Ivy’s active involvement in SHIELD and the fact that the organisation kept meddling in Tony’s business, they hadn’t met through the agency. They’d met at a charity dinner, where Tony had used some lame, inappropriate pick-up-line or another, and she’d laughed hysterically at his rather pathetic flirting attempt, before telling him that he’d just become the most interesting thing at the mind-numbingly boring event.

They’d spent the rest of the evening by each other’s side, Tony’s arm remaining a fixture around her waist as they danced, chatted, and drank. Their immediate friendliness hadn’t escaped notice, and the next morning the first of the media speculations of their relationship began.

In the following years, Tony and Ivy’s relationship continued to attract the attention of the press. They never remained out of the spotlight for long, whether it was speculations over when they were finally going to get together, rumours that they had already secretly been dating for years, or scandalous cheating and breakup rumours (Ivy’s favourite, and Tony’s least favourite, was the persistent rumour that Ivy had been stringing Tony along because she’d secretly already been married to Steve Rogers for years).

For the most part, the attention didn’t really phase the loved-up couple; they were famously tight-lipped about their relationship when speaking to the press. Their actual romance story was far less dramatic than any media portrayal had yet described. Tony had felt an almost instant affection for Ivy the night they’d met at the gala. Over the following months, he made sure to make appearances at the events she was invited to, maintaining a casual friendliness. Their relationship had developed slowly into a sort-of casual romance, and had honestly only really picked up after the battle of New York. In truth, the two hadn’t realised just how deeply they cared for each other until they’d both nearly died in the battle.

Ivy had been seriously injured in a one-on-one fight with Loki; she had no doubts that the God would have killed her if it weren’t for Tony intervening. As it was, she ended the battle in the ICU with six broken ribs and extensive blood loss. Tony had paid for top of the line medical care in the best private hospital in North America, and the man had remained by her side for weeks on end. After her release, Ivy had moved straight into Stark Tower to be closer to Tony, and to provide comfort and company when he begun to develop anxiety and PTSD.

Their love story really wasn’t that grand. It was hardly made up of large-scale romantic gestures and dramatics as the media would lead the common bystander to believe. Rather, their love was built on a million of the littlest things. In a world that seemed to be spiralling continually out of control, the simplicity of their love was at times the only thing keeping the two of them grounded.

All his life, Tony had thought that the whole ‘marriage’ thing just wasn’t really for him. Not interested, no thank you, it seemed like one big complicated mess that he didn’t need in his life. Besides, Tony was known for being quite the playboy; monogamy seemed so boring. He loved his life, so why in the world would he ever want to get married?

Of course, everything changed with Tony met Ivy. His Ivy was the most incredible woman he’d ever known; kind-hearted, clever, sassy, and tough-as-nails. Tony had never thought that he could love anybody the way that he loved Ivy, and he’d never thought that he could feel as loved as he did by her. From the moment he’d met her, Ivy had brought a lightness, a joy to his life that he’d never really felt before her. As time passed, Tony became desperate to keep hold of that joy. He never wanted to go a single day without Ivy.  

He had never really consciously made the choice to marry her. Tony had never even considered the matter, until one day he was grabbing lunch with Rhodey and the topic came up.

“So, where’s Mrs Stark today?” his friend had asked jokingly.

“Hm?” Tony had been busy searching his wallet for his credit card and so had hardly been paying attention. Without thinking, he mumbled in response “Oh, she’s got a meeting with Pierce and Fury, but she’ll be back home by 5.”

It took Tony a moment too long to register the silence that greeted his words, and he glanced up to see Rhodey staring at him in surprise. Tony blinked at his friend, thinking back over his words to find what he’d said that had caused such a reaction. And when he did, Tony’s entire body slackened. “Oh.”

Rhodey had let out a loud belly laugh at his friend’s shock, shaking his head in glee. “Man, you are in deep, aren’t you?”

The conversation shifted as Rhodey moved on, but Tony didn’t. He was distracted all through lunch and for the rest of the afternoon. It had been an innocent joke, and yet to Tony it had been so much more. Ever since the words “Mrs Stark” had been spoken aloud, Tony could hardly think of little else. The words caused a warmth in his chest he’d never felt before, and within days Tony had become fixated on the idea of a ring, his ring, on Ivy’s finger to mark her as Mrs Ivy Stark.

From the moment he’d met his Ivy, she had thrown everything he thought he knew upside down and made Tony rethink all his rules- and so it was the same with this. The one big rule he’d always been adamant he would not break. Tony Stark, who had sworn black and blue that he would be a bachelor for life, that he would never let himself be tied down in marriage by one woman… had proposed to Ivy Henderson less than a week after Rhodey’s little joke. 

The day that Tony had proposed to Ivy was without any shadow of a doubt the best day of his life. Unfortunately, the joy of their engagement day dissipated extremely quickly. If Ivy and Tony had thought that the media circus surrounding their relationship had been extreme before… well, that was nothing compared to the utter insanity that ensued after the news of their engagement broke.

CNN reserved a spot at the end of their 6pm segment to provide daily updates on the newly-engaged couple. Not a single gossip magazine had been published since the news broke that didn’t feature one (or both) of them on the cover. Hell, ever since the Stark camp had released the planned date of the wedding to the press, E! News had set up an on-screen 24-hour live countdown (down to the second).

The press dogged Ivy and Tony so relentlessly that neither of them could leave Stark Tower without being violently harassed by the hordes of paparazzi waiting on the doorstep of the Tower. Happy had had to almost triple the security in the Tower to stop particularly audacious reporters from sneaking into the building, desperate for the first shot of the newly engaged couple. All of their meetings had had to be moved from external locations to inside Stark Tower. Unless the penthouse balcony counted (which it hardly did), Tony and Ivy hadn’t been outside the Tower in weeks.

Ivy and Tony had had to hire assistants for their assistants, whose workload had increased about tenfold since the news of the engagement had broken publicly. The emails and phone calls hardly stopped coming; from news networks offering ludicrous sums for exclusive rights to televise the wedding, to media outlets trying to snag the first post-engagement interview, to various wedding-related agencies (floral designers, cake makers, dress designers, etc.) emailing with various offers to give the couple an amazing deal on their services, to what appeared to be every single wedding planning agency in the Northern hemisphere offering to plan the big day.

All Tony wanted was to marry the love of his life and try his goddamn best to make her happy for the rest of their days. But frankly, Tony felt that he’d never before, in all their years together, seen Ivy as anxious and depressed as she was in the weeks following his proposal.  

That, of course, was during the brief moments Tony got to see Ivy at all. The two of them had such insane schedules trying to juggle their regular commitments with the increased stress of trying to plan a wedding that they spent all day every day on the move. The only time Tony saw his lovely bride was when he flopped into bed, exhausted, past midnight; and the only time that Ivy saw her beloved husband-to-be was when her alarm clock woke her two hours prior to when Tony’s would wake him up.

Tony had proposed to Ivy because he wanted to be with her, every day for the rest of his life. But since becoming engaged, the two almost felt like strangers.

On a Friday morning, six weeks to the day since Tony had proposed, Ivy found herself seated in the penthouse suite of Stark Tower, staring down at three colour palettes that the wedding designer had presented to her.

Ivy glanced back-and-forth between the table and the wedding designer, as though expecting that the woman would reveal some big joke. When the designer did nothing but stare back at her excitedly, Ivy cleared her throat uncomfortably.

“Veronica,” Ivy said slowly. “These three colours are exactly the same.”

Veronica gasped as though Ivy had just told her that on weekends, she liked to spend her spare time kicking puppies off of cliffs.

Veronica Harskarth was the number one wedding planner in New York. Famous for the numerous celebrity weddings under her belt, she didn’t come cheap. Ivy could acknowledge that the woman had a real eye for beauty; photographs from the wedding’s she’d planned were utterly breathtaking, and Tony was firmly of the belief that they should spare no expense.

That being said, the more time that Ivy spent in her presence, the closer she grew to ripping all of her hair out. Veronica was talented, sure, but she was also a real handful and frankly, a bit of a bitch.

“Mrs Stark,” Veronica breathed out in utter horror, “these three colours symbolise very different things. This first palette is a cool purple; this second palette is a warmer violet; and this third one is a hard, strong magenta. The colour scheme that you choose shapes the design of the rest of the wedding; this is the most important choice you’ll make in regards to the day. Everything hinges on this.”

Well, Ivy thought that was a tad dramatic. It was just a colour, after all. There was also the fact that Veronica had told her that the past six things she’d made a choice on were the most important choice, that everything else hinged on it, from the number of meal courses to be served, to the number of tiers on the cake, to whether she had square or circular tables, to whether she had lilies or poppies in her bouquet.

Ivy tried to stifle a sigh and pointed randomly to one of the palettes. As Veronica tittered about how it really was the best colour of the three, Ivy rubbed her eyes tiredly. The colours were the exact goddamn same.

Just as Veronica placed the colour palettes back in her bag, the elevator dinged and the two women turned to see Tony entering the penthouse. Ivy’s heart warmed at the sight of him, smiling softly at the cheeky wink he sent her way before he addressed their wedding planner.

“I’m terribly sorry, Veronica, but something important has come up that Ivy and I need to attend to,” Tony apologised. “The future Mrs Stark is going to have to reschedule your appointment.”

“That’s quite alright, Mr Stark!” Veronica replied, sweeping her planner up off of the desk and hoisting her designer purse onto her shoulder. “Mrs Stark, I shall speak to you soon.”

Ivy waved goodbye to Veronica, remaining silent until the elevator closed behind the woman. The second it did, Ivy threw herself into Tony’s arms, pulling her body as tightly against his as was possible and allowing her entire weight to fall against her husband-to-be, who was only too delighted to support his exhausted lover.

“God, thank you for rescuing me,” Ivy breathed, burying her face against the warm skin of his throat and tightening her arms around him. “I swear I was about to lose it. Every unimportant decision is so huge to her, and she kept insisting I choose the colour scheme but showing me literally identical colour shades of purple-”

“I thought we’d decided against the purple,” Tony said conversationally, and Ivy pulled back with wide eyes to meet his gaze.

“So did I!” she cried emphatically, “but Veronica kept saying that we’d decided on the purple and I didn’t have the energy to argue with her...”

Tony shifted so they could sink onto the couch, before pulling Ivy back against his chest, squeezing her waist tightly and pressing a smiling kiss against her temple.

They remained like that for a long few moments, content in each other’s arms and relishing the first intimate time they’d had together in weeks. After a long moment, Ivy pulled back with a gasp.

“Oh, Tony- you said that there was an emergency- is something wrong?”

“Actually, yeah, something is wrong,” Tony replied. “The emergency is that I haven’t seen my fiancé in weeks. This morning in my video-meeting with General Ross, I felt like my brain was about to explode. I goddamn miss you, baby; I feel like I can barely think straight without you around. I just needed to see you. So, I faked some technical difficulties and cut Ross off, and then made some calls to reschedule all our meetings. For the next 24 hours, you’re all mine.”

A swell of love grew in Ivy’s chest, and she tightened her arms around her sweet man, pulling herself closer into his embrace. “Oh, Tony,” she breathed, pressing a series of soft kisses all over his face before bringing her lips to press against his own. “Honey, I miss you too. I miss you so, so much, Tony. I hate spending so little time with you. Thank you so much for this, I need a day to just relax and focus on nothing but you.”

Ivy pressed her lips back against Tony’s, her tongue easily slipping past his lips to press warmly against his own. Tony tightened his grip on her waist, threading his other hand through her hair and pulling her closer, his lips moving intimately against hers.

Eventually pulling back, Tony pressed his forehead against Ivy’s. “I proposed to you so that I could spend every day of my life with you,” he said quietly. “That’s all I want. You and me, forever. But this whole engagement thing has done the complete opposite.”

“You proposed to me exactly six weeks ago today,” Ivy murmured with a fond smile, and Tony nodded. “It was such a beautiful proposal. I didn’t see it coming at all. You put so much thought into it… Tony, that was the happiest night of my life.”

“Mine too,” Tony breathed. “God, of course it was.”

Ivy’s smile slipped from her face. “But that was six weeks ago, and I’ve only properly seen you a handful of times since then. Tony, the wedding is months away; I can’t keep doing this until then.”

“I don’t want to keep doing this until then,” Tony replied.

Ivy leant her weight back against Tony, squeezing her arms tighter around him and resting her temple against his shoulder. Shifting his hand under her shirt, Tony ran his fingers comfortingly up and down the skin of Ivy’s back, as he pressed a lingering kiss against her temple.

“I’ve hated these past few weeks,” Ivy admitted quietly, snuggling closer to the warm body against hers. “I just want to be with you.”

The two lapsed into silence, relishing in their closeness. But whilst Ivy’s eyes were closed as she relaxed against the weight of her fiancé, Tony’s gaze was fixed unseeingly on the window in front of them. His mind was racing a mile a minute, running back over her words and trying to work out a solution to their problem.

And then an idea hit him.

“Ivy, baby,” Tony breathed, “we should get married.”

Ivy laughed quietly, shifting to meet Tony’s gaze and smiling softly up at him. “We are, you big doofus. That’s why we’re so busy.”

“No, you misunderstood me,” Tony said, his voice growing louder in his sudden excitement. “I mean, we should get married today!”

A sense of elated excitement was running through Tony. It was an ingenious plan- their problem was the added stress of the wedding planning. If they just cancelled the wedding… well, the problem disappeared.

“Wait- what?” Ivy asked, blinking in confusion.

Twisting his entire body to properly face her, Tony cupped Ivy’s cheeks and said emphatically “Ivy, I don’t want a big, dramatic wedding- I never wanted that. I just wanted it to be official that you’re mine and I’m yours. Baby, I just want you.”

Ivy pulled back slightly to better meet Tony’s gaze, but his tight grip on her didn’t allow her to go far. Slowly, Ivy absorbed his words and a wide smile split across her face. “You mean you want to elope? Today?”

Tony nodded frantically. “Today! Right now, even!”

An ecstatic sort of giggle escaped Ivy at his brazen words, and she nodded. “Tony- yes, yes, let’s do it,” she replied excitedly, before Tony surged forwards and pressed a fierce, passionate kiss against her lips, full of all the overwhelming love he held for her.

“I love you,” she mumbled against his lips in between kisses, and Tony could only nod frantically in response.

God, did he love this fucking woman. And he was about to make her his fucking wife.

Over the next few hours, Tony and Ellie rushed through the necessary arrangements. Calls were made, from Brooklyn to Washington to Germany to India, to rally the troops.

“Today?” Steve repeated, dropping his coffee mug in surprise and drawing irritated noises from the people standing in the coffee shop around him.

“But- you said June, I thought there were months until the big day,” Bruce stuttered, falling to a halt mid-step. A number of people walking behind him on the busy walkway stumbled into his shoulders; he barely even felt it.

“Natasha and I are meant to be infiltrating a HYDRA base tonight and taking out the agents there, but we could probably get it done within the next two hours,” Clint mused, pausing as he listened to Natasha’s yelled words from the next room over. “No, scratch that, Ivy. Nat says we can get it done in the next sixty minutes. Any chance we could get the Stark jet to pick us up?”

“I mean, I don’t think the Minister of Defence will be too happy to reschedule our meeting, but screw him,” Rhodey laughed. “Ivy making an honest man out of you? I wouldn’t miss that for the goddamn world.”

It soon became very clear to the paparazzi camped out outside Stark Tower that something big was happening. In the later hours of Friday afternoon, dark cars with blacked-out windows began arriving, piled full of people. At approximately 2:30pm, all employees in the Tower were sent home with the guarantee that the rest of their lost work day would be generously compensated. In the madness of the crowds spilling from the front doors, two blondes slipping in the side door clutching black garment bags almost avoided detection (but not quite, prompting an excitable discussion on E! News as to what clothing Special Agent Sharon Carter and Captain Steve Rogers could be sneaking into the building). At 3pm, the War Machine was spotted landing on the penthouse balcony, and at 4pm the sleek Stark private jet touched down on the landing pad on the roof. The CNN helicopter monitoring the suspicious activity at the Tower captured extremely grainy photographs of the Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Bruce Banner entering the building before the jet took off again. Just when all movement outside the Tower appeared to have ceased, at 5:30pm a ferocious crack of thunder accompanied a bright flash of lightening, and Thor Odinson appeared on the roof of Stark Tower.

(This was the last straw after a day of such extreme excitement, and one of the E! News anchors fainted in her chair, as the other hosts screamed about what could be happening now that all of the Avengers had arrived at the Tower. A similar scene could be seen on all the major news networks.)

“My friends!” Thor greeted loudly as he entered the penthouse apartment, frantic with movement. “Heimdall informed me that Lady Ivy has been requesting my presence. What in the realms is going on?”

“There’s the big guy!” Tony greeted with a wide grin, coming forwards to clap Thor on the shoulder. “Yeah, we didn’t know how to get in contact with you, so Ivy has just been talking aloud to Heimdall and hoping he hears her. We figured it was a long shot, so I’m happy to see you here, buddy!

“Well, I am always happy to be here,” Thor returned. “Heimdall did not tell me what the great emergency was; is something the matter?”

“Nothing’s the matter- total opposite, in fact!”

“Then why have you summoned me?” Thor asked in confusion.

From the other side of the Tower, Rhodey stepped out from the hall and called Tony’s name, gesturing him to come over. Tony spun and grinned at Thor, calling over his shoulder “Ivy and I are getting married today! Didn’t want you to miss it!” before continuing on his way over to Rhodey, ducking around the numerous people scurrying through the penthouse.

Thor laughed delightedly. “Well, this is magnificent news!” he boomed. “Weddings are truly joyous occasions! Who cares for a drink?”

A number of cheers greeted his words, as several people followed Thor over to the bar.

Thor didn’t get to drink for long, as Natasha (who appeared to be running the show at this point) quickly put him to work. The super human strength of Steve and Thor was used to push all the furniture in the penthouse out of the way and against the walls; Clint, Maria, and Bruce were arranging a few dozen fold out chairs facing the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city in the now empty space in the middle of the room; meanwhile, Happy was directing a number of deliverymen, who were carrying delicate, decorative floral arrangements into the penthouse to line a large alter in the middle of the open space. Nick Fury, still dressed in his formal looking black leather trench coat, was observing the scene from the front of the alter and loudly criticising everybody when he thought that the work could be done better. Given that most of the attendees were SHIELD agents, nobody was willing to backtalk the superior agent (and even those who weren’t SHIELD agents and so weren’t quite sure who this intimidating figure was could tell that he wasn’t to be trifled with, so didn’t argue).

And besides, how could they? Despite his lack of actual productive assistance, it was clear that Fury, just like everyone else in the room, was trying to make sure that this little impromptu wedding ceremony ran as smoothly as possible. Fury may be a rough bastard at times and he’d undoubtedly had his fair share of (extremely loud) arguments with Ivy Henderson (who he rather publicly called his “most insubordinate agent”), but deep-down Fury had a soft spot for her, just like everyone else who had warranted an invitation to this impromptu little affair.

And not many had warranted an invitation; perhaps twenty of Ivy and Tony’s closest friends were to be present for the intimate evening. A very different picture to the 300 guests (at minimum) that Veronica had suggested during their wedding planning. No, this scene was far more the couple’s taste.

Satisfied that everything was going according to plan, Natasha barked one more order at Clint to fix the arrangement of chairs in the back row before turning and striding further into the penthouse. Arriving at Tony and Ivy’s bedroom, Natasha opened the door- and almost lost her breath.

“Oh, Ivy,” Natasha breathed. Ivy turned on the spot to face the doorway, smiling and bringing her palms up to nervously adjust her dress.

Ivy was wearing a long, lacy white dress, skin-tight down to the long, flowing train. Her hair was done up in an elaborate up-do, her makeup light and subtle. Shifting nervously , Ivy gestured down to her dress and asked “so, what do you think?” 

Shutting the door behind her, Natasha strode into the room and came to a stop in front of Ivy, running her eyes down her figure. 

“You are the most incredibly beautiful bride,” Natasha said sincerely. “How in the world did you manage to organise such an amazing wedding dress and two bridesmaids dresses in under a day?”

Ivy grinned cheekily. “The perks of marrying a man who’s maintained a lifelong relationship with Christian Dior,” she replied, and Natasha hummed.

“Yes, I suppose that will about do it.”

Natasha gratefully accepted the glass of champagne Sharon handed her, before heading into the walk-in-wardrobe to get changed into her bridesmaid dress.

“How’s everything going out there? Is the room looking okay? Is everyone alright?” Ivy asked, settling down on the couch in the corner of the room and taking a long swig of her champagne.

“The room is almost unrecognisable. It looks beautiful, and everyone is having an amazing time,” Natasha called from the wardrobe.

“Well, what about you, Ivy? How are you feeling? Are you sure that you’re ready to become Mrs Tony Stark?” Sharon teased. “That’s quite the daunting role.”

Ivy’s eyes fell to the ring on her left hand. Tony’s mothers ring, which he’d proposed to her with six weeks ago exactly. Ivy took a moment to merely breathe, and take in her surroundings. It felt like she had barely had a chance to do so all day, as she and Tony had frantically organised a whole wedding in the course of about seven hours. Ivy had been too busy rushing around to think about what she was doing, and now that she had the chance to, she was surprised by what she found.

“I’m not nervous,” she said honestly, twisting her engagement ring around her finger thoughtfully. “I thought I’d be nervous, but… god, I just want him. I want to be his wife, and I want Tony to be my husband, and I want it now.”

Natasha stepped out of the wardrobe, and she and Sharon shared a smile over their glasses of champagne.

“Well then Ivy, let’s make you Mrs Stark,” Natasha said softly. “I’ll go and tell everybody to get into place.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, everybody had fallen into their places. The penthouse was completely unrecognisable, having been completely transformed to surround the large altar. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind the arch, a beautiful pink sunset coloured the skyline of New York.

Tony stood underneath the flowered arch, a sharp grey suit pressed to perfection. Happy and Bruce stood beside him, taking the place of his groomsmen. Rhodey had secretly gotten ordained as a Minister months ago, when he’d first sensed that things were getting serious between Tony and Ivy. The man stood now, shoulder to shoulder with his best friend, ready to officiate his wedding to the woman of his dreams.

“You ready?” Rhodey murmured, just as music began playing to indicate that the ceremony was beginning.

“God yes,” Tony breathed, not even pausing to think about it. Rhodey smiled, bringing his hand up to pat Tony’s shoulder just as Sharon appeared from the hallway, making her way down the alter. Sharon met Tony’s gaze and smilingly nodded to him, her eyes twinkling. She took her place at the side of the alter, just as Natasha appeared. Clint let out a whistle, causing Natasha to smack him with her flowers on her walk down the aisle, prompting a few laughs. Tony snorted, dropping his gaze down to his feet to hide his amused grin. And then, when he dragged his eyes back up-

There she was. There she was. 

Tony felt all his breath leave his body at the image of her, the most beautiful sight he’d ever laid eyes on. The dress was utterly magnificent on her, and although Tony had known that this was a big day, the sight of Ivy walking towards him in what was unmistakably a wedding dress stirred a range of emotions in him he’d hardly ever felt before. Tony dragged his gaze up to meet hers across the room, and he swallowed thickly at the intensity he found there. 

A nudge from Rhodey caused Tony to remember to breathe, and he sucked in a shuddering breath. 

The moment that Ivy was within his reach, Tony extended his hand to hers and pulled her close against him, desperate to hold her. The music halted as Tony continued to hold her gaze, and the surrounding crowd took their seats so the ceremony could begin.  

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Rhodey begun, but Tony wasn’t listening.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tony breathed, and Ivy couldn’t hide the wide grin that split across her face. “How in the world did I get so goddamn lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one,” Ivy murmured back, her eyes staring up at him with so much raw love that Tony momentarily lost his breath again. He’d never before had anyone look at him like that; he’d never even thought for a moment before this that he could possibly deserve for someone to do so. But Ivy… She’d changed everything. “I love you, Tony. I can’t wait to be your wife.”

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Tony leant forwards and pressed his lips against Ivy’s. Ivy’s hands shot up to grip the lapels of his suit jacket and pull him closer, her mouth opening to him.

A throat clearing loudly interrupted them.

“You’re meant to wait until the end of the ceremony to do that,” Rhodey said, his tone coloured with his amusement.

The two pulled back and glanced unapologetically back at Rhodey. “Sorry,” Tony said insincerely. Rhodey rolled his eyes in amusement before beginning the service again.

Truthfully, the next few moments were a blur. In later years, Tony would be unable to recount exactly those precious moments up at the altar. A few laughs sounded from the audience throughout the ceremony, along with a few gasps of delight, but Tony barely even heard them. He had been told later by numerous people that the ceremony had been beautiful, but he’d have to take their word for it. Up at that altar, the only thing that Tony could focus on was Ivy.

The only thing that felt real was her. The only thing that mattered was the fact that nothing in his entire life before this point had ever felt so right, no moment had ever been so unimaginably perfect, than this one.

“Ivy,” Rhodey eventually said, turning to face the woman. “Do you take Tony to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” she breathed, and Tony’s hands tightened around hers.  

“I’m glad to hear it,” Rhodey grinned, before turning to Tony. “And Tony, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“God yes I do,” he replied, and Ivy giggled rather wetly. For the first time that evening, Tony realised that Ivy’s eyes were watering, and a second later he realised that he was on the verge of crying, too.

And then those words- finally, those words-

“Tony… you may now kiss your bride.”

Tony and Ivy met each other halfway, their lips pressing together passionately as their limbs tangled together, desperately attempting to pull the other closer. Tony wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her entire body off of the floor and up against him. 

Loud cheers erupted from the audience, as most of the people in attendance hopped to their feet and begun applauding. 

Tony couldn’t withhold his wide grin when Ivy mumbled against his lips “I love you so much…”

Peppering her entire face with tiny kisses, Tony’s heart soared at the sound of her small giggle, barely audible above the raucous applause and cheers from their friends and family.

“I love you with every fibre of my goddamn being, Mrs Stark.”

Mrs Stark, Tony mused. God, he really could get used to that. 

[donaldresslerfanfic]

Paint II

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 1792

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Twenty Six

Chapter Index

Story on Wattpad

Maggie.

"So, here it is" I presented while I walked into the living room, Don behind me.

"You're right about the whole price deal, and a gated community? He must be very good doing business"

"Okay, I know that as soon as I gave you the address of the house you did your research because thats how you are" I walked a short step to him and threw my arms around his shoulders "but can you please not ruin it by saying that there was probably a murder in this house or that there's a secret room where they held some creepy fucked up kid chained up because the parents didn't want them?"

Don scoffed with a little laugh, holding me by the waist.

"I'll say nothing"

"Good, because it was kind of hard to make the decision to keep the house"

Yes. The house Raymond got me, the one that was in a gated community like Donald pointed out, that same one I decided to keep.

The initial problem with the house is that I felt like I was stepping into someone else's home, everything was already furnished and ready to live in. But it wasn't my house.

Then, Raymond took the liberty to take all of my things from my apartment and placed them here, against my will mind you.

But after I walked in here and saw my things fill the room, I just fell in love with this place, I stayed in Donald's place until I decided enough was enough and I didn't find any other apartment with similar settings as my old one, so, the house it was.

Don was still holding me by the waist. I gave him one short kiss before pulling back and holding open my purse.

"I don't want to make this weird but here" I pulled out a key and handed it to him

"A spare key?" He asked while holding me by he waist again.

"Yeah, I don't mind at all you dropping by whenever you want, you're more than welcome here"

He smiled down at me and kissed my lips. I delighted them with my own while my hands slipped to his neck again.

I pulled back with a chuckle when his hands moved from my waist to cup my ass.

"Get the cans of paint out of the car if you're feeling so handy"

He chuckled back at me and walked a short step back to the door, I turned around and grabbed the old papers I'd brought to cover the ground next to the wall I was going to paint today.

Don walked with the two cans of white paint and set them in the floor next to the painting trays and rollers.

"This time I'll take up, this ceiling is higher than the one in your apartment" he dragged one of the chairs from the kitchen while I set everything for him. He began to paint while I set my phone with my favorite radio station. A light song was playing, I stood in front of the wall and began to lightly stroke the brush carefully in the connection between one wall and another.

"Who thought this was a good color? It's piss yellow"

"I know, it's Grandma yellow, it's hideous. The wall paint is one of the most important parts of conditioning a house for sale, that and the floors, and white opens up the space. Yellow makes it seem like this is a weird Conjuring house"

"Conjuring house?" He asked.

"That horror movie we watched? The Conjuring? Bet something creepy like that happened here with the walls painted like this"

I lifted my eyes to find Don give me a little smirk and a shake of his head

"What? No" I complained "Don no, I have to sleep here tonight"

"I said nothing" he replied smugly

"You made a face I didn't like"

"And who said you would be sleeping alone tonight?" He asked suggestively

"I just thought you wouldn't want to spend much time here, knowing the things you know about the house" I looked at the wall and move to the side to continue brushing "so, you went to the Post Office for nothing today?"

"Yeah, Red's new name is a no no"

"Why?"

"It's just some crazy cult guy, we can't touch him, we have and it hasn't worked."

"And Raymond isn't giving you much work if you don't deal with crazy cult guy?"

"He said we're wrong in not taking his word for true, and we'll have to intervene soon"

"Well, I hope not that soon. Otherwise it'll be full circle, you helping me paint my wall and then get a call to go to work"

"Stop, you'll jinx it"

I smiled and looked up to Don, looking at him dreamily. He sensed me looking at him and looked down

"There's a lot of staring, but not much painting going on. Don't make me come down there" he said while turning his head to the wall, I chuckled and continued painting.

Ressler.

By nighttime we had already finished the first layer of pain, but since it didn't look that white yet, we would continue tomorrow.

Mags insisted we didn't order in again, since takeout for both dinner and lunch didn't suit her. I couldn't care less.

This day, this new chapter in my life that I was living with Mags, this was perfect. Me standing next to her while she cooked, fishing some wine for us, setting the table, this was perfection. She was perfection.

I couldn't keep myself away if we were both doing nothing, I had to be standing close to her, hold her by the waist, kiss her on the temple. She was glowing 24/7, and that made it harder for me to be away.

I set the table while she finished with her Puttanesca. She served and we sat in the little space that was left on the table, she was moving a lot of he nicknacks around.

"We can give it another layer tomorrow if you're still here." She said after taking a bite. My hand reached to hers and held it while we ate.

"It's a big place for you, you have a lot of spare bedrooms and can invite your sister over"

"Now that you mention it, I was thinking of inviting them over when they have their summer vacations in 5 months"

I took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"That'll be awesome, we can take them to the Smithsonian or the Zoo, there's a lot of things to do"

"If you're allowed"

The door bell rang behind us, we both looked back at the door

"Are you waiting for someone?" I looked at her while she shrugged.

"No" still, she stood up. I was quicker and made her a gesture for her to remain in her seat.

I fished my gun while walking to the door, with one hand I hid it behind my back, the other one grasped the doorknob.

I opened just a bit, and frowned

"Evening Donald" Red said, behind him was Dembe. I opened the door wider to let them in, relaxing my shoulders.

"Raymond" Maggie exclaimed and stood up. She walked to him and greeted him with a hug.

"Is that Puttanesca I smell?"

"Yeah, and we've just finished with painting the living room, doesn't it look better now?"

"It does" he said looking around.

"Come, I'll serve you a plate" she led him to the kitchen where we still hadn't finished with our dinner

"I don't think agent Ressler would be very pleased to have me for dinner"

She took one plate, but stopped to look at me, I just gave her a little smile and complied, motioning at the table.

"See, agent Ressler would" she served a portion in the plate and took the silverware. Red left his hat in the table and sat across from me. I sat and took Maggie's hand when she returned to her seat "Donald doesn't mind"

Red looked between us, catching our hands holding.

"I'll assume you don't know what transpired an hour ago then" he looked at me. I frowned and looked at Maggie.

She fished her phone from the pocket of her sweatshirt and made a few movements before the news broadcast hit the screen.

"-white van with stolen plates, the two Alabama State Troopers approached the van, but unfortunately they were both killed by the explosion"

I took the phone and locked it, stopping the transmission.

"You don't even know if this is related"

"I've never been wrong Donald" he said. After that he took a bite and looked at Maggie between his lashes "this is delicious" he admired.

"So this is what this visit was all about? You showing me the news?"

"Frankly I had no idea you would be here Donald. I've come to speak with my associate" he said referring to Mags. She looked between us and then left her eyes on Red.

"Whatever it is I'm sure it can wait"

"No it can't. We're leaving to St. Petersburg in the morning"

"Like hell you are"

"Watch me" he challenged

"Okay!" Maggie said pushing out her arms to the both of us "we're not doing this tonight okay. And also, Maggie can make her own decisions"

She looked at the both of us making sure we got her point.

"And Maggie can now totally beat up Dembe, so you better not start something you can't stop" she playfully warned.

"You'll either way be busy with Justin Ken'yon Agent Ressler, so I suggest you have a nice night of rest" he stood up and took his hat.

Maggie saw him out this time while I cleaned the plates, she was out talking for a while, then entered and looked at me with arms crossed and a little smirk

"I appreciate you standing up for me, but let me remind you that I kind of work for Raymond"

I wasn't happy with where this conversation was going, but I shut my mouth. Maggie was always in tension between the two of us, and I didn't wanted to make this more unpleasant for her.

Instead I killed the lights in the kitchen and grabbed her by the waist, leading her to the bedroom upstairs.

"You just promise you'll be careful"

"I will." She kissed my cheek and then my lips. When we got to the first floor I turned her to me and held her up by the waist, her legs latched to my waist as my lips found hers.

If Reddington was right and we would have to take care of this tomorrow, then that meant I was going to enjoy tonight with my girl.

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ATTENTION PROPHECY UPDATE!  *Almost There*

 By Daymond Duck   Published on: July 12, 2020

While preparing a message for an upcoming event, I decided to look back at things I have written about world government.

I have written too much to mention in this article, but I want to recall some of it because it has relevance for today and the upcoming election.

These things will help readers understand what is going on, and why some believe we are almost there.

One, concerning world government, Daniel said, “The fourth beast (the Antichrist’s government; the coming New World Order) shall be the fourth kingdom upon earth, which shall be diverse from all kingdoms, and shall devour the whole earth, and shall tread it down, and break it in pieces” (Dan. 7:23).

Two, concerning world government, John said, “And it was given unto him (the Antichrist) to make war with the saints (those that become believers during the Tribulation Period), and to overcome them: and power was given him over all kindreds, and tongues, and nations” (Rev. 13:7).

So, the Antichrist will rule over all nations, and people should be aware that many globalists are working hard to turn the UN into a world government by 2030.

Three, Winston Churchill said, “The purpose of the New World Order is to bring the world into a world government.”

This famous politician (not a preacher) said, “New World Order” means world government, and it is important to understand that the Bible teaches that it will be headed by the Antichrist, and he will be a Satan worshipper (Rev. 13:4-6).

Four, in 1990, Pres. George H. W. Bush (Bush Senior) said, “Out of these troubled times (out of the Persian Gulf War), our fifth objective—a new world order—can emerge.”

Know that world government is an objective of the U.S., and the “Deep State” has been working to bring it in for years.

Five, know that the establishment of a world government is in the UN Charter.

Six, in 1997, Pres. Bill Clinton said, “What I am trying to do (to build a global system) is to promote a process of reorganization of the world.”

Seven, on May 14, 2008, Barack Obama was running for president of the U.S.; and Michelle said, “We are going to have to change our conversation; we’re going to have to change our traditions, our history; we’re going to have to move into a different place as a nation.”

On July 24, 2008, U.S. presidential candidate Obama supported a “globalized world,” and he said, “The burdens of global citizenship bind us together.”

On Oct. 30, 2008, candidate Obama said, “We are five days away from fundamentally transforming the United States of America.”

On Oct. 24, 2014, Mr. Obama had become president, and he issued a Proclamation urging all 50 governors in the U.S. and all officials under the U.S. flag to observe “UN Day” with “appropriate ceremonies and activities.”

He released a joint statement with the UN Sec. Gen. at that time, Ban Ki-moon, that said global government should be further empowered.

Eight, on Sept. 25, 2015, the UN was presented with a document called “Transforming our World: The 2030 Agenda for Sustainable Development.”

Supporters called this document a “New Universal Agenda.”

This word “Universal” comes from the preamble of the document, and it means this document covers the entire earth and more.

Some experts said the document calls for a one-world government, a one-world religion, and a one-world economic system to be established by 2030.

Delegates from 193 nations unanimously approved it and applauded the decision.

Nine, two days later, on Sept. 27, 2015, Pres. Obama assured the UN of America’s commitment to the “Transforming our World: the 2030 Agenda for Sustainable Development” goals.

He called the UN document “one of the smartest investments we can make in our own future.”

The next day, he addressed the UN and said, “Global integration (the merging of nations) is an agenda that transcends the narrowly defined interests of nation-states.”

He was saying merging nations into groups such as the U.S., Canada, and Mexico (USMCA) is more important than their national sovereignty.

Be aware that the USMCA went into effect on July 1, 2020, and globalists believe it is more important than the sovereignty of the U.S.

I believe ten global trading blocs will form. Shortly after that, each one will elect a leader (the Ten Kings), and then the Antichrist will appear.

Ten, Pres. Obama’s vice president was Joe Biden, and he called for the establishment of the New World Order (world government) on several occasions.

On April 5, 2013, Mr. Biden spoke at the Export-Import Bank Conference in Washington, DC where he said, “The affirmative task we have now is to actually create a new world order.”

Mr. Biden was saying it is now America’s job to create a literal world government.

Suppose he gets elected, and he or whoever replaces him follows through with this.

Eleven, on May 28, 2014, Vice-Pres. Joe Biden told the U.S. Air Force Academy graduating class, “I believe we and mainly you have an incredible opportunity to lead in shaping a new world order for the 21st century.”

Mr. Biden said the 2014 Air Force Academy graduating class could help shape a world government (Biden supports the surrender of U.S. sovereignty to a world government; this explains why the globalists hate Trump. He opposes it.).

Twelve, on Jan. 21-24, 2015, a group called the World Economic Forum (WEF) met in Davos, Switzerland.

These globalists agreed to speed up the development of regions of nations all over the world.

Speeding up the development of regions of nations will speed up the surrender of their national sovereignty. (There is reason to believe it has been speeded up.)

Thirteen, here is some information about the UN Sustainable Development goals for 2030 that people need to pay attention to because Mr. Biden is running for president of the U.S., and he has spoken out in support of the UN goals. Mr. Biden is running for president of the U.S. Mr. Biden is running for president of the U.S.

For one thing, the document’s preamble says, “All countries and stakeholders, acting in a collaborative partnership, WILL (not may—WILL) implement this plan.”

By 2030, the UN WILL be transformed into a body that can require all nations to obey the UN. (The Constitution of the U.S. will be irrelevant, and global law will prevail.)

Unless God intervenes, in less than 10 years, the UN WILL become a satanic one-world government, and the U.S. will be required to obey the laws of the UN.

One government official said not a single human being will be allowed to escape this next great leap forward (this includes everyone in the U.S., but he is overlooking the Rapture).

One reporter said the world’s children will now be indoctrinated with the idea that we are all “global citizens” (people will be citizens of a borderless world, not citizens of the U.S., Mexico, Canada, etc.).

For another thing: in 2015, then UN Sec. Gen. Ban Ki-moon called the UN Sustainable Development goals the “start of a new era.” (A New Era has started, and America will not return to what was considered normal a year ago.)

Fourteen, on Jan. 1, 2016, it was reported that the UN Sustainable Development goals for 2030 had gone into effect and that everyone should expect all nations to make a strong push to bring them to pass.

Trump was elected president in Nov. 2016, and he called for making America great again (MAGA. This opposes the UN Sustainable Development Goals, and it has created a big problem for the globalists, Deep State, etc.).

Fifteen, on Mar. 10, 2016, it was reported that the UN had released a Master Plan called, “Post-2015 Sustainable Development Goals.”

According to the report, every government is now required to promote wealth redistribution; government control of all production, a reduction in the consumption of goods and services, the consumption of less meat and frozen or convenience foods, the use of fewer and smaller vehicles and appliances, the use of less air-conditioning at home and at work, and the use of smaller houses and apartments.

Governments must take control of all education systems to ensure that children are “agents of change” that support world government; governments must indoctrinate everyone to accept a new set of attitudes, values and beliefs to promote a new culture of peace and non-violence (the global Ethic or world religion); and governments will provide universal healthcare, mental health services, sexual and reproductive services to everyone on earth.

Understand that this is not what the UN wants to accomplish in the next 50-75 years; this is what the UN wants to accomplish before 2030, and you need to ask yourself if these are the things you want our next president to support.

As far as this writer is concerned, there is ample proof that America is the victim of an organized effort to weaken the U.S. and bring in the New World Order.

Mrs. Clinton was supposed to complete Pres. Obama’s goal of fundamentally transforming the U.S. and empowering the UN, but God put Trump in office; and “Make America Great Again” clashes with Obama’s goal.

Satan’s Deep State is behind it, and they are desperate to get Trump out of office because four more years of Trump will interfere with the UN’s goal of world government by 2030.

People need to pay careful attention to these goals because Biden is clearly on record for supporting Obama’s goal to fundamentally change America, and for his desire to create and lead in the shaping of the NWO (Google the quotes).

Know that the Rapture will take place before the Antichrist appears, but these things indicate that if Biden (or someone of the Deep State’s choice) becomes president, that person will bring in the NWO, and that would be a strong indication that the Rapture is close.

For your information, one of the Sustainable Development goals is population control (a global right to abortion, LGBQT rights, etc.).

Biden said if he is elected, one of his first executive orders will be to re-fund Planned Parenthood and do anything he can to be as pro-abortion as he possibly can be. (He is supporting the UN agenda which requires the weakening of the U.S.)

Having said this, here are five recent events that seem significant:

One, on June 19, 2020, the World Economic Forum (WEF) announced that it will hold its annual meeting in Davos, Switzerland, in Jan. 2021 and the theme will be the “Great Reset.”

The “Great Reset” means changing every aspect of society by redistributing the world’s wealth, enacting a global tax, supporting world government, and more.

On that same day, former U.S. VP, Al Gore, went on TV to call for a “Reset” of the global economy to support “climate change.”

He said air pollution caused by burning fossil fuels heightens the death rates of the Coronavirus.

Expect what the WEF agrees to at that Jan. 2021 meeting to be pushed on the world shortly thereafter.

Mr. Biden has already come out in favor of tax increases in the U.S., and if he is elected, he will be at the president’s desk when the request to fund the New World Order goes around the world.

Two, on June 25, 2020, the 75th anniversary of the adoption of the UN Charter, UN Sec.-Gen. Guterres said, “The world needs an overarching level of multilateral governance that can sideline problematic ‘national interests.’” (In my words, he was saying, “The world needs groups of nations, not one person, with the power to set aside the desires of individual nations.”)

Guterres said there is a need to “reimagine the way nations cooperate.”

Guterres added, “We need a networked multilateralism, bringing together the U.N. system, regional organizations, international financial institutions and others.” (Know that I believe the Bible teaches that 10 regional groups of nations will rise and be headed by the 10 leaders or 10 kings before the Antichrist rises.)

Three, on June 26, 2020, it was reported that Facebook will start blocking and removing everything that criticizes the globalist agenda.

They immediately placed a “hate speech” warning label on a Republican pro-Trump video campaign ad.

The video shows true events, but Facebook gave in to people that want to silence the events.

The next day, it was reported that Republicans and conservatives (Sean Hannity, Jim Jordan, Kayleigh McEnany, Ted Cruz, Rand Paul and others) are flocking to a new app called @parler_app

Four, on June 29, 2020, NYC Mayor de Blasio announced plans to cut $1 billion from NYC’s police budget.

Some of the leftists complained that defund the police means defund, not cut.

Many local police departments won’t submit to globalist control, so the globalists want all local police departments disarmed, dismantled or placed under the federal government to weaken the resistance to their global policies.

In years past, some globalists have suggested that U.S. troops be sent out of the U.S., and troops from other countries be brought into the U.S. to deal with U.S. citizens that might want to resist the surrender of America.

Citizens need to elect politicians that won’t go along with these control tactics.

God may use the next U.S. presidential election to impact how soon the New World Order will take over, but regardless of who wins, events are now moving with unprecedented speed, and we are almost there.

Five, in my article that was posted last week, I reported that Atty. Gen. Barr said that some of the individuals and groups that have been involved in the violence in the U.S. may be supported by foreign entities.

A friend sent me an article this week that says the U.S. has caught Communist China supplying weapons to Antifa and Black Lives Matter.

https://www.naturalnews.com/2020-07-03-communist-china-providing-automatic-weapons-to-antifa-black-lives-matter.html

I am not making any of these things up, and if these things are true, there are no words to convey how serious all of this is in light of Bible prophecy.

The NWO could drag on for a while, or something could happen that causes it to come together almost overnight.

Many think things are happening fast now, but they will happen faster in the future.

Every church member needs to be sure they are really saved, and every person that hasn’t accepted Jesus as their Saviour needs to sincerely do that immediately.

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What if Trump Won’t Leave The White House?

I’ve got a list of bookmarks as long as a CVS receipt declaring threats to the republic and democracy and the arrival of dictatorship. When I turn on cable news, the end of America as we know it—the literal end, as in North Korean-style lives for everyone—is a regular feature alongside weather and sports (back when we had sports). I’ve tried to make a career out of debunking that fear mongering. But now I’m scared too.

Joe Biden has announced his own fears. Biden (who despite appearances is the Democratic candidate for president) said he is “absolutely convinced” the military may have to remove President Trump from the White House if he refuses to leave after losing November’s election. Joe warned, “This president is going to try to steal this election…. It’s my greatest concern.” Asked whether he’d thought about what would happen if he wins but Trump decides not to leave, Biden responded: “Yes I have.” After mentioning the high-ranking former military officers who spoke out about Trump’s response to Black Lives Matter protests, he went on: “I’m absolutely convinced they will escort him from the White House.”

Biden has been saying this for months.

It’s one thing when goofy Michael Moore, Donny Deutsch, or Bill Maher muses about this for clicks, or an op-ed worries Trump will unleash a diversionary war in some Strangelovian bid to stay in office. Nearly everyone on Autonomous Free Twitter knows the voting will be rigged. Some knucklehead wrote a book about it based on a fan fiction reading of the 12th Amendment. Democrats have also voiced “concerns” that Trump might use the coronavirus crisis to delay or delegitimize the election.

But this is Joe Biden saying Trump will attempt some sort of unconstitutional coup. Joe Biden, who was vice president twice. Joe Biden, Lion of the Senate, and for several centuries the gray representative of the credit card industry. Joe Biden, who is not stupid, naive, or dramatic. Joe Biden, who is, however, just a pawn in the game. They’re setting it up, aren’t they?

The New York Times, as is its role, has already fired several signal flares. They characterized Trump as a cornered despot, capable of anything to avoid losing. In another article, the Times announced, “Trump Sows Doubt on Voting. It Keeps Some People Up at Night,” which quotes a Georgetown University law professor saying that “reactions have gone from, ‘Don’t be silly, that won’t happen,’ to an increasing sense of, ‘You know, that could happen.’” 

The professor even convened a group to brainstorm how Trump might disrupt the election and think about ways to prevent it. They speculated that Trump could declare a state of emergency, maybe COVID-related, banning polling places in battleground states from opening. Or Attorney General Barr could Comey-like announce a criminal investigation into Biden.

The online comment responses to the Times articles are amazing. People are ready for this. They are convinced Trump is defunding the post office so no one can mail in absentee ballots (the left imagines they’ll all be for Biden), and that Trump is sending out coded signals to his militias to take to the streets if it looks like he is losing. More than a few claim that what happens in November “will depend on where the military’s loyalty lies.” Many think the Supreme Court is a tool in all this, with Kavanaugh a lickspittle linchpin to enable the November coup through some sort of judicial invalidation of the election.

That Americans think this way is scary enough. But here’s my nightmare. After a long October of rumors from sources about some surprise (war with Iran, martial law in Seattle) fails to produce a surge in Never Trump voters, the media pivots to the cheating narrative. Trump is doing something with mail-in ballots, black people can’t get to the polls in Georgia, the attorney general in Kentucky will undercount urban areas. The media will explode like a ripe zit, splattering fake news, exaggerations, and experts, all with a single point to make: the results on Election Day will not be valid if Trump wins. Academics will fan the flames, bleating on about the importance of the popular vote and rehashing old arguments from 2016 about the invalidity of the Electoral College.

All will be forgotten faster than Robert-What’s-His-Name-Mueller if Biden wins. But if by pre-2016 standards Trump is the winner, boom! The media will refuse to concede. The Dems will issue strident local court challenges, demands for recounts, and emergency hearings in the House. They will want not a conclusion, but a crisis.

Trump will fulfill his role as his own worst enemy and hold rallies to re-declare victory over and over again. But the story everywhere else will be that he isn’t the president-elect, that the election was not legitimate, and that orange bad man’s presence in the White House after January 20 will be a Konstitutional Krisis. Privately the Democratic power brokers will whisper to their wealthy funders that something remarkably undemocratic has to be done to save our democracy.

What happens next is beyond guessing. A best case scenario is that some old school party graybeards get through to an exhausted and befuddled Biden and talk him out of it. A bad scenario has Obama emerging under the guise of being a neutral party to negotiate a (Democratic Party) conclusion. A very bad scenario has the same third-party actors who whipped Black Lives Matter protesters into a looting mob repeat the performance. By that point, nearly everyone will demand that the military step in, albeit for different reasons. A very, very bad scenario will have a real-world event intervene, like an enemy abroad taking advantage of the chaos. The need to act expeditiously will slip a “temporary” military government into place faster than CNN can play the breaking news music.

Paperback thriller material, right? But consider whether you thought Trump was a Russian sleeper agent before you call me paranoid. Since 2016, learned scholars have tested legal theories saying the Electoral College was invalid and created a constitutional Frankenstein based on the national popular vote. The idea that the election was invalid due to foreign influence still sullies discussion today. One political writer even continues to place an asterisk next to “President Trump*” to denote his questionable claim to the title.

For nearly four years, the same forces that may declare 2020 invalid tried very hard to convince us 2016 already was. There are plenty of Hillary people (including Hillary) who have not accepted 2016. Has Stacey Abrams really accepted her defeat yet? Think back to everything that happened during the last election, the gaming by Comey and the FBI to influence results. Remember how the intelligence community manipulated Russiagate. Why wait for November 2020 to have a coup? We’ve been in what Matt Taibbi calls a permanent coup for years. They’ve been practicing.

Any of the those things would have been considered crazy talk only a few years ago. None would have ever passed into the mainstream. Compare Russiagate to the Great Obama Birth Certificate kerfuffle. The idea that Obama was ineligible for office festered on right-wing talk radio. It was dismissed as fact-less by just about everyone else. Fast forward to 2016+ and America’s paper of record is happy to front a story claiming the president is subject to a foreign enemy’s blackmail based on nothing but desperate hope that it might be true.

The critical tool for the ending of democracy is people’s conditioned readiness to believe almost anything. The media tells the world what’s important using a very narrow range of truth, or just makes things up if truth is not around to be manipulated.

We are exhausted, neck-deep in cynicism, decline, and distrust. And scared. There are no facts anymore, only what people can be made to believe. That power was not well understood in 2016 and was clumsily applied. Today it is ripe for exploitation, far beyond generating clicks and ad revenue. I don’t think Trump will try to stay in office if he loses. But there are people who will tell us that to manipulate our fears and steal this election. That’s why I am finally scared.

Peter Van Buren, a 24-year State Department veteran, is the author of We Meant Well: How I Helped Lose the Battle for the Hearts and Minds of the Iraqi People,Hooper’s War: A Novel of WWII Japan, and Ghosts of Tom Joad: A Story of the #99 Percent.

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