the leader and commander

adeline utonium | 19 criminology major at bellum she’s the type of girl who would hold you while you cry and stay up all night just to make sure that you’re okay, even if she’s the one breaking sometimes

[augustuswindsors-blog]

      “SO WE’RE IN agreement here? it’s a date?” he teased, knowing full and well she would just scoff at his remark and brush it off. ( But he could still hope, though, right? ) The sensation of coldness, however, snapped him away from his flirty tendencies as he realized his imminent escape was growing closer and closer. Fucking finally. A careless mistake on his part, he’ll admit, was the cause of his current situation — apparently hitting on a mob boss’ wife in his shady nightclub that was filled with his goons crawling around was looked down upon in this day and age. Who would have thought, right?

But as the rope loosened and loosened its vice on his hands, his signature grin that donned his features hastily faded upon the indication of how much Adeline had to fight — tooth and nail — to get to him, to save him. He was well-aware that the brunette could gladly take care of herself, but witnessing the sight of blood dripping down her arm … well, let’s just say his protective instincts kicked in. And so, when the male was finally free of his restraints, he calmly rose out his chair — eyes shrouded in solemnity and bloodlust now — to stand next to her, rubbing at his wrists to ease away any aches that accompanied the torture of being held hostage.

He kicked a nearby pistol — probably fallen from the grips of one of the guys Adeline had so kindly pinned up against the wall — up from the floor to catch in his hand, releasing the magazine to count how many bullets he had left, and just his luck: a full clip. “I may not be your boyfriend,” he retorted in English, because the Russian currently threatening them should have some semblance of knowledge about the English language. “But you were so flirting with me.”

But just when you thought that the typical Augustus returned — the Augustus who had nothing on his mind but sex, money, and alcohol — the ghostly smirk that dared creep onto his lips vanished into thin air as his expression hardened with a raising of the pistol and a pulling of the trigger. Supernatural powers or not, he was a damn good shot, which meant he never missed. So his eyes stayed glued on Adeline’s figure in front of him as the sounds of Kostya’s grunts upon impact echoed in his ears, followed by the ‘ thud ‘ of his body hitting the floor.

“Word of advice,” he started in Italian, his voice much lower and huskier than usual. “Here in the real world, we don’t talk to the enemy. So don’t.”

[adautonium-blog]

A THOUSAND DIFFERENT thoughts ran through her head, her body was frozen as she watched Kostya take his last breath before he was gone. She always knew Augustus was a demon, lost in his greed and lust for power and money, but tonight his true self finally revealed itself to her. Except Ada didn’t understand his motive, there was nothing for Augustus to possibly gain from killing Kostya since all of his assets would end up being frozen by law enforcement once they started to investigate the crime family.

It was an uncalled for decision on his part, an event that she should had expected from him. Something she could have prevented if she was faster. Better. Ada quickly clenched her fists together before unclenching them and kept her eyes forward observing the men’s shocked facial expressions at their fallen boss, refusing to turn around and meet his eyes and reveal the naked emotion in her eyes. “Here’s a lesson for you,” she stated evenly in Italian, displacing her fury into the atmosphere lowering the temperature of the room to that of a freezer, “First step of negotiation is sharing information with the enemy.”

Explaining the death of Kostya to the police would have to wait, Ada had lives to save. Kostya promised women back in Russia that he would pay for their fare to America and help them earn citizenship only to sell them into sex slavery once they arrived. Those who were defiant were kept high eventually causing them to become addicts. Even with their boss dead now, the crime family would pay for this. 

Ada removed all hints of weakness from her face, a habit she developed from practice of studying her expression in the mirror each morning before she started class. “In thirty minutes, the police will be here and all of your files concerning your business will be released to them,” she told the men in English, “Which will get you all ten years maximum. ”

“However, once the files on your side business are deciphered two hours after your arrest. I promise that you will spend the rest of your lives rotting away in prison,” she added, her steel gaze burned into their skin. It was a guarantee that the crime family would be spending the rest of their life in jail, but it wasn’t given the girls they had would be rescued in time.  “Tell me where the girls are now,” she commanded.

 “Or I promise you all that your entire family will end up in the same prison as the Ivashkov family.” From their facial expression, the mobsters heard her unspoken message. Ada would feed them to the wolves if she didn’t get what she wanted from them.  

[augustuswindsors-blog]

     HE REALLY DIDN’T want to admit this, but Adeline arriving to save him from his demise reminded him of an angel in disguise coming to resurrect him from the dead ( which, in all honesty, wasn’t that far off, right? ) Maintaining his expression of distress as the two goons now moved on from hounding him in their obscure European language to focusing their attention to the feisty brunette who just entered the room, Augustus forced his hands to start hastily working behind his back. His sight was centered as far back as his head could turn, not even paying mind to the sounds of grunts and bullets just a mere few feet away from him as he analyzed his current situation of escape. 

At the appearance of her voice, his eyes finally glanced up to meet face-to-face with his savior — instantly settling on the tight outfit that her body was clad in rather than the bloody wounds that stained her limbs. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he licked his lips, not even trying to shield his gaze of lust projected at her. ( Leave it to Augustus to be the one thinking about sex when his life is, literally, on the line here. )

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips at the sound of her Italian — god, she was really making it hard for him to concentrate right now. “Shouldn’t you buy me dinner first?” he responded in his mother tongue. “It can be a date.” Winking to her at that instant, he gulped afterward to recompose himself as he realized he was still fucking tied up. “But before that … a little help here?”

[adautonium-blog]

SHE ENJOYED THE sight of a tied up Augustus Windsor looking up at her to make eye contact (a change from her looking up at him)  more than she would ever admit, it was almost enough for her to forget her anger for a brief moment. Ada pinched his chin tilting it closer towards her face and turning it as she inspected his face for injuries.  Besides possible bruises that she could disappear by using mouthwash and a cotton ball, his face was going to be fine. Ada moved away from his face and bit her bottom lip debating between freeing him now or waiting till the end when they were going to leave. “Shouldn’t you be buying your savior dinner as a sign of gratitude?” she offered him a tight-lipped smile, still speaking to him in Italian since it appeared to her the Russians didn’t speak Italian.

Her knowledge of Russian was limited but she understood enough to translate the empty threat the leader had shouted at her. Ada summoned an ice shard to start cutting through the rope that bound Augustus’ hands before she directed her attention back towards the men her ice had pinned against the wall. “The only place you’re going is jail, Kostya,” she told him conversationally in his native language. She watched as Kostya’s muscle in his jaw ticked before he snorted. “You didn’t think that power outrage went out by accident did you?” she lazily asked the Russian boss calling him out on his bluff. Another function of the virus that she had loaded into their computer system to cause the blackout was infiltrating their system and copying everything in it to a cloud server.  “Also, he’s not my boyfriend and I wasn’t flirting with him.”

“Did you bring your car?” she asked switching back to Italian now noticing how something in his eyes flashed when she spoke in Italian to him.  

[dariusfierro-blog]

It was expected to see Darius with a wide grin on his face as he entered the ice rink; especially when his eyes noticed and have already made contact with the girl he knew hated to see him around her secret hiding spot. It didn’t really bothered him. He had always been inconsiderate, and would often cross boundaries; and though he knew he would never let anyone near his own sanctuary, the ice rink seems to have an effect on the Adeline Utonium. She was a much different person than the presence she would fill when she walked through the halls of Bellum University. While that girl annoyed the fuck out of Darius, and would usually cause him to swerve so he wouldn’t have to punish himself over her God damn lectures, this Adeline seems… tolerable.

“I can fight them,” he retorted playfully, his grin slanted to one side as he tugged. His echo filling up the empty atmosphere around them. There were barely any lights on; the only ones were directly focused on the ice rink. He sat himself down and began to tie up his laces and while he did, he voiced out to Adeline. “You don’t have to worry about me,” he teased her, chuckling as he finished tying up his skates, “i can take good care of myself.”

[adautonium-blog]

Ada raked her eyes over his entire body, “That’s hard to believe. The entire team is twice your size and they have the immunity of being D1 athletes on campus.” Despite her newfound interest in ice-skating after gaining her abilities, hockey was never a sport Ada gave much thought to, preferring soccer and basketball.  “Though I suspect their ranking is going to go down now based on their performance this season,” Ada added, a teasing smile pulling her lips. Blame her loyalty to the women soccer team, but Ada was never a fan of the Bellum men hockey team especially after one of its member tried to blackmail her girls. It was the only reason she didn’t push Darius further about stealing from the hockey team.

“What brings you here tonight anyways?” she asked absently as she nailed the triple lutz she had practicing on for the past month, “I thought you would be at that party everyone else was going to.”  She had helped both Niamh and Emma get ready for the party before disappearing to her ice rink needing to relax before she started preparing for the upcoming student council elections. She skated towards where Darius was sitting with his stolen skates. “Are you really going to tell me that the rink is more fun than getting wasted at a party?” she asked in a soft but assertive tone, crooking one corner of her mouth into a playful smirk.

[adautonium-blog]

text to: adeline.

shade: i would advise you to suck a dick

ada: Being rude to me isn't going to help your case. If this date is important, I would advise seeing if you can attend an earlier training session before the date.

[adautonium-blog]

( @dariusfierro )

“One day, the hockey team is going to catch on to you,” Ada told him noticing he walked into her rink with another pair skates stolen from the hockey team locker room. She hated that she had started to grown used to his presence on her ice. A fact that would only lead to him leaning against the rail with a teasing grin on his face. 

Her heated gaze soften as she pulled her hair out of the updo she normally kept it in. It was standard for figures skaters to keep their hair up and out of their eyes, but ice skating would always be a hobby for her. Nothing more and nothing less.  

[adautonium-blog]

text to: adeline.

shade: getting my dick wet is definitely a valid reason to skip training

shade: don't advise me shit lady you're not the boss of me

ada: I would advise not using vulgar language when discussing this with the advisors.

[adautonium-blog]

INSTANT MESSAGE: FOXFIRE ⇄ REDMENACE

FoxFire: OBVS thorn ... she was the hottest one

FoxFire: tbfair i'd probably fight you to be her too

FoxFire: i hope you won btw ... ur the type of girl who can kiss ass IRL too i feel

RedMenace: love ya but if i ever met you in real life you're going down

RedMenace: yeah it was my first fight with my old bf. probs should had recognized the passive aggressive that night tho

[adautonium-blog]

"This is the right thing to do, and you know it." / "You weren’t meant to get involved." / "You need to put yourself first." / "Who did this to you?" / "Do you want to tell me what really happened?" /

“This is the right thing to do, and you know it.” 

“No, it’s not. This is ridiculous, and you know it. ” Ada couldn’t believe that she was having this conversation with him. The fact that it was four in the morning only made the conversation even more ridiculous for her. "Let me set you straight right now before you end up ruining things. We are not locking Emma and Ezra in a janitor closet together for four hours.” Despite their partnership, Ada didn’t see what her sister saw in Ezra and wouldn’t mind if her sister got over her crush on him, but what Darius was proposing was taking things too far. It didn’t matter if he was half-joking with her, a habit that she wished she could nip in the bulb but her life seem to be getting more tangled up with the other members of the U-Program to her disappointment. 

“Just eat the cake and never mention the love lives of either of my siblings again,” she slid him her plate of cake. 

 “You weren’t meant to get involved.” 

“Stop talking,” Ada ordered him as she surveyed the mess caused by him, Shade, and Buttercup. Besides causing a public disruption, it appeared that they didn’t break any laws this time. Why does nobody ever take her suggestion and just go bowling for one night? She looked the police officer in the car remembering talking to him a couple of time during her internship with the local law enforcement last year when she was working on developing their technology infrastructure. “I’m going to smooth things over with Officer Weston and you’re going to stand here and stop those two from causing more mayhem. Understood?” she asked before walking away not bothering to wait for his answer. 

She gently knocked on his window, “Officer Weston, let’s talk.”

 “You need to put yourself first.” 

“What do you think I’m doing right now?”Ada deflected his question, lacing up her skates from her seat on the bleachers by her ice rink. She knew what Darius, Niamh, her siblings, and countless others meant when they told her to put herself first. 

Ada knew what people thought about her: too intense, too intimidating,  too controlling, too much. None of which mattered to Ada as long as she knew that she was doing what was right- as long as she did her job as the eldest sibling and kept her siblings safe. What good was worrying about yourself when there were people needing you to be strong for them? 

She glided across the ice before shifting her weight and casting herself forward into the air.  Each twirl in the air removing another layer of armor she built for herself against the world. “Are you going to keep staring at me or join me?” she said, not in the way of a question but in the way of flirtation and challenge rolled into one.

“Who did this to you?” 

Ada was doing her daily five mile run through town at 6 am when she had stop to pat the dog of a jogger. Just when she thought her luck couldn’t get worse, Ada found herself face to face with Darius who looked like he had been out the entire night. 

 “A dog puked on me,” Ada answered as she took off her Potencia Soccer t-shirt leaving her standing before him in her sports bra and running shorts. Thankfully, only her shirt had been stained by the vomit and she had managed to take off the shirt before the smell stuck to her, but she was stuck at a crossroad. One side wanted her to go back to the dorm and shower to wash away the memory of the incident, while the other side wanted to finish the run knowing fully well that her day would feel off if she didn’t stick with her daily schedule. 

“Give me your hoodie. Please.” She was going to finish this run even if she had to run at a speed that seem nearly impossible for a human. It bothered how sharing secrets had become a thing between her and Darius. First, it was rink, then it was his relationship with Millicent, and now it was this. She hoped this was the last secret she shared with Darius. 

“Do you want to tell me what really happened?” 

“No,” Ada replied evenly. It was clear to her that he was teasing her even when she was trying to block out his mocking grin from her vision with her laptop. Talking about what happened that night was a topic that she wouldn’t allow herself talk about with her own siblings. There was no way she was going to talk about it with Darius even if it was the elephant in the room. Ada tried to come up with a suitable response, but her mind had gone blank. She hated not knowing what to say almost as much as she hated losing. 

Although he was the first one to ask, she knew he wouldn’t be the last one. She might as well get some practice dealing with questions about last night. She sighed, frustrated at him for prodding but more at herself for losing control last night, “It was a pun. I just like puns. When I called you hot stuff, it was a reference to your flames not your body. Let it go, Darius.” 

[augustuswindsors-blog]

( @adautonium​. )

           UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head, he decided against it. now, don’t get him wrong — augustus usually never fucked up this badly, but of course, even a mastermind has a bad day now and again. 

it was one of his solo runs in a while — the whole entire fiasco of the u program kept delaying the many missions he had lined up for his usual trio, so being the extremely patient person he was, he opted to venture out on one of the smaller-scale heists to at least still feel alive.

( money was such a trivial thing in the 21st century, nowadays. )

and with his hands secured behind his back with a thug spitting in his face whilst berating him in — was that russian? — you could surely argue that some semblance of adrenaline was coursing through his veins right then and there.

“i feel like some kind of … miscommunication happened here tonight, fellas,” augustus tried to charm his way out, which only led to a sudden punch to the face. “don’t tell me … no english?” he was going to have a black eye in the morning.

[adautonium-blog]

SHE WAS GOING to kill Augustus Windsor herself if he doesn’t end up getting himself shot first.

Her original plans for tonight involved her sitting in an empty bathtub and eating gelato after helping the Professor prepare for his date. Till her cellphone chimed its special tone for Augustus who somehow managed to ruin her day without even being there in person to do so.

Donning a tight red crop top, dark red leather shorts and her signature Blossom mask, Ada rolled her eyes at the goons’ sexist comments. The thing about Ada was that she would always be five steps ahead. It wasn’t her hubris speaking, it’s just the truth. Bullets meant nothing to someone who ran faster than the human mind could perceive and could easily push bullets to change their trajectories. A few misdirected bullets and thugs pinned under columns of ice later, Ada entered the room at the end of the hallway.

“Sorry for the wait, your bartender didn’t know what a sangria was,” she told the men in the room, half of them now had their guns aimed at her.  Quickly, she raised and waved her hand causing the barrels of the guns to freeze preventing bullets from flying out before she pinned the men to the wall with ice shards as sharp as knives.

As easy as it was for her to break into the club and take down the thugs, Ada knew she looked like a mess if her bloody shoulder and arms told her anything.  “I really want to crack open your ribcage and crush your heart with my bare hands right now, ” Ada told him in Italian, ignoring his tied hands and examining his body for any wounds. 

[ezralexander-blog]

“It shouldn’t,” Ezra agreed. Despite being born into privilege, — white, rich and a male — having spent time on the Internet meant that he was quite educated about social issues. Ada’s words piqued his interest, though, wondering exactly what actions she’d want to take. “And now, exactly, are you planning to take action? Don’t tell me you’re planning on visiting them one by one and beating sense into them.”

[adautonium-blog]

"Well, The 218 Code has been successful in its mission to educate people so far. I even heard Potencia is getting gender neutral restrooms,” she smiled. There was still a long way to go, but progress was all that mattered for her especially after dealing with a particularly nasty conservative member on the school board. “With the development of the Internet and technology and pure ignorance from some people, privacy settings aren’t alway set up securely. ” 

She recalled her weekend of dealing with a racist beauty blogger, “For example, it would be wise not to post a photo of your brother holding a Nazi flag on Instagram and list the make up companies you represent in your description. It wouldn’t be hard to contact those companies and have you blacklisted from ever being a rep for them or any other company again. Hypothetical speaking of course. ” 

[adautonium-blog]

text to: adeline.

shade: yeah

shade: i got a date

ada: That is not a valid reason for skipping training. In the future, I advise you to start writing down the dates and times we have training.

[roziesques]

suzy designing for ‘beanpole accessories’ 

[adautonium-blog]

text to: adeline.

shade: wh atth efuck????

shade: why do you get to skip and i dont/???

shade: piss off

ada: I have a conference to attend this weekend and gave them an advance notice last month. Do you have a valid reason why you can't be at training?

[adautonium-blog]

✆ / ☎ / @ / ✉

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

A: Do you want to join me and Niamh for breakfast? I’m trying to cheer her up. She had a rough night. [8:43 AM]

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. 

A: A Google Rep is visiting campus today! [11:17 AM]

A: Meet me in front of the peacock fountain in twenty minutes! [11:17 AM]

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

A: Somebody wrote Blossom x Augustus Windsor fanfiction. [5:12 AM]

A: What a great way to start my morning : ) [5:13 AM]

A: Update: the first chapter was beautifully written and it honestly felt like the writer was in my head. I’m slightly worried now, Ezra.[5:20 AM]

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

A:  It used to hurt to think about how easy it was for her to replace me with you and your sister, but now I’m glad to be free of her. At least that’s what I tell myself. [1:21 AM]

[adautonium-blog]

INSTANT MESSAGE: FOXFIRE ⇄ REDMENACE

FireFox: mmm details details

FireFox: yikes ... sounds heavenly, honest.

FireFox: in my completely biased opinion, you should do it. you'd be a hot hex girl

RedMenace: it's Messy™

RedMenace: BUT which hex girl did you identity as? bc thorn was my life

RedMenace: ngl i fought someone to be her for halloween one year

[adautonium-blog]

text to: adeline.

shade: apparently we have training together tomorrow

shade: how about we both skip and not say a word to anyone?

shade: yes or yes? :D

ada: I won't be there tomorrow. I already discussed it with the Professor and Ms. Bellum and have been excused from training tomorrow because I have prior commitments. You shouldn't skip it though. Your ice could use some work.

[ezralexander-blog]

This time, his lips pursed before he opened his mouth. Nonetheless, Ada didn’t have to wait for long before Ezra said, “There’s a line, I’d say. Some information, like their identity — their names, how old they are, what they look like — would probably be acceptable, but disclosing their location to the general public might not be. But the government probably has the right to know. What do you think?”

[adautonium-blog]

Although Ada had resisted the temptation of doxxing the bigots she encountered on the Internet, she had collected screenshots of their problematic behavior and sent the screenshots to employers, schools, and parents before if the situation got out of hand and they refused to listen. “I think everyone has a right to privacy and I wouldn’t go as far as expose their personal information to the general public, but I think some action must be taken against it. Free speech shouldn’t excuse discrimination.”