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The Babysitter (1)
Meeting The Maximoffs
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Wanda Maximoff X Reader
Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?
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A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.
Meeting The Maximoffs
The sound of the bell rang around the room, Professor Stark in front of the first row, reminding everyone in the class to have completed the assignment by Monday before returning to his desk, fingers moving to type away at his keyboard, presumably writing an email about the assignment as people were flooding out of the door, his words falling on deaf ears. You made a mental note to complete the task before grabbing your backpack from the ground, quickly placing all your books and notes away before hurriedly leaving the room and the college campus.
The sound of directions filled your earphones as you looked down at your phone, the screen displaying a map with a blue line to lead you towards your destination of the house you were going to be babysitting at. Your gaze flickered between the screen and your surroundings as you stepped off the bus after thanking the driver, your mouth parting when you turned the corner your phone told you to. The street of houses here had you looking at them in awe, the area clearly wealthy judging by the houses that you felt should be referred to more as mansions.
Your feet carried you to the intended house, your hands nervously putting your phone away and fixing your outfit a little before ringing the bell of the large house. While waiting for someone to answer, your fingers fidgeted with one another as you were unsure of what to do.
Soon, the door swung open to reveal a tall blonde man with striking blue eyes dressed in professional attire, a soft smile that was definitely not genuine covering his face as he offered his hand out to you.
"You must be Y/n," you took his hand, shaking it briefly and trying not to grimace at his firm grip while nodding at his words.
"Yes, that's me sir," you say, noticing how he appreciated the formality, "You must be Mr Jarvis?" He nodded his head and moved to let you into the house, you follow behind him while your eyes scanned the hallway.
A smile took over your face at the sight of a photo of two young boys, both grinning ear to ear in the photo as they were dressed up in Halloween costumes, one in a sky-blue jumper with silver lightning bolts running across it, the other in a navy jumper and red cape flowing behind him. Your eyes flickered over to another photo this time of the two boys and a woman but before you could look any more at it you heard your name being called from another room.
"So," Mr Jarvis started, "I'm not sure how much you have discussed with my wife over the phone, so I'm going to cut to the chase and make sure we're both happy with everything." You sat opposite the man, listening attentively to what he was saying, a little shocked by his forwardness though. "You are to look after the twins, make sure they do any schoolwork, keep them entertained and feed them," the way he was speaking made you think it was something rehearsed, something he didn't actually care about but had to make sure was done, "Be in bed by nine if neither of us are home and that's pretty much it. It will most likely be Monday to Friday as my wife and I both work, and you will need to be on time as my work only lets me out to pick the boys up from school to bring them home. We'll pay you in cash afterwards."
"What time will I need to be here for you to go back to work?" you ask, praying that it fits with your class schedule.
"By four at the latest," he looks down at his watch, noting the time and standing to grab his suit jacket that was draped over the sofa. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work," your eyes widen at his words and follow after him.
"Wait, I'm starting now?" you practically blurt out, your nerves doubling every second he continues to get ready to leave the house.
"Yes," he answers shortly before walking to the bottom of the stairs and calling the twins down, "Tommy, Billy, come down here." The sounds of feet running down the stairs fill your ears as you see the two boys from the photo come into sight. "This is Y/n, your new babysitter so listen to her and behave," he ruffles both of their hair, one of them seeming to not like the action, before turning back to you. "Any issues, call or message Wanda," with that said he makes his way out of the house, the sound of the door shutting echoing inside your head.
At least you were good with kids... right?
With a nervous expression, you look at the boys who have smiles on their faces, pure excitement emitting from one of them, the other clearly more timid than his brother. You crouch down and give him a comforting smile, tilting your head to the side as you smile at the other.
"I'm Y/n," you offer the more confident brother your hand, his smaller one taking a hold of yours and shaking it a little too enthusiastically making you laugh.
"I'm Tommy," he says, teeth showing as he seems to like the idea of having a new babysitter. "This is my brother Billy," you give a soft smile to Billy who gives a small one back.
"Well, how about we have some fun now we've got the house to ourselves," your tone is playful, both of their eyes lighting up at your words.
"Can we be ninjas?" Tommy rushes out, your eyes widening once again. His brother laughs at your shocked and equally confused reaction.
"I..uh.. Sure, we can be ninjas if we want to," you chuckle out, "But after we play, we have to do our schoolwork." They both groan a little, but you raise your eyebrows at them, making them giggle at the fake serious look you were giving them.
An hour ago, if someone told you that you were about to play ninjas with two nine-year-olds you would have simply laughed in their face, now look at you. "Do you want to be a ninja too Billy? Or do you want to be someone else?" His face lights up at your question, your heart melting a little at his shyer nature.
"I can be something else?" He looks to his brother who is already doing karate moves in the air, your gaze following his and mouth tugging up into a smile. You nod at him and wait for him to think of something he wants to be. "Can I be an astronaut?"
"Of course you can," your tone is cheery, and you stand upright, mirroring the position Tommy was in. "So, we have a ninja and an astronaut, what's the first plan of action for tonight?"
"We have to sneak into the living room and defeat the bad guys!" Tommy exclaims, taking his role seriously and crouching down, slowly creeping towards the room. You copy him, watching as Billy also mirrors the action, and gradually make your way into the living room. You have to hold back your laughter when Tommy and Billy both check the corners of the other doors in the house before they leap into the living room. Billy doesn't fight as many bad guys as Tommy, the latter slicing his palm through the air and punching imaginary figures. "We did it!" he cheers, face beaming up at you as he goes to high five you.
"We did," Tommy looks proud of himself while you turn to his brother, "Now, I think it's time for a mini trip to space for our little astronaut over here."
Moving to the middle of the room, the boys either side of you, you bring your hand up to your mouth in the shape of a radio. "Pshhht, this is your captain speaking," chuckles fill the room with the voice you put on as well as the awful static noises you try to make. "Are we Psshhhht," another set of laughter, "Are we ready for take-off?"
"This is astronaut Billy saying he's ready," he says, eyes full of joy while he looks up at you. Tommy also says he's ready and you put your captain's voice again.
"Taking off in 10...9...8...7," the twins joining in with the countdown.
"6...5...4...3...2...1!" At the end of the countdown, you lift Billy off the ground, swaying your body around with him earning a squeal of surprise and excitement. You place him down after a little more flying through space, his brother pretending to steer the spaceship.
"And that concludes our space mission," they both pout a little, trying to make you guilty for ending the fun so soon.
"But we never flew back to earth," Tommy counters, you just shaking your head at them.
"If we all do our schoolwork then maybe we can fly to another planet then back to earth," you reason, the twins practically sprinting to go and get their homework. You sit with them at the table, pulling out your own work to do while they start theirs.
You want to say many, many things about the work Mr Stark gave you to do but refrain from saying them due to two little people sitting near you. Your pen scribbles word after word for your assignment, your gaze occasionally flickering over to the others to make sure they are doing their work and understand it.
"Y/n?" you hear Tommy say, "Can you help me with my maths question?"
"Of course I can," you move your chair so it's next to his, your eyes searching the paper for the question. You notice he's doing fractions and wish your work was like these fraction questions instead of an entire essay on science theories. After a few minutes of explaining, a flash of realisation and understanding washes over his face while he tries another question on his own.
The sound of the door opening catches your attention, your eyes checking your watch to see that it's just gone half five. You wait at the table with the boys who haven't seemed to notice someone's home until she walks in.
Your mouth parts slightly at the sight of the woman, no, the goddess that just walked into the room. A smile that could brighten any room, mesmerising green eyes that practically enchant you and auburn locks cascading down her back with a few framing her face adorns her perfect figure, your mind lost for words at the beauty of this woman. The boys rush over to her, hugging her and letting her lean down to press a small kiss to their foreheads before turning all of her attention to you. The expectant look on her face suggests she asked you a question, making you flush at the intensity of her gaze.
"Uh... pardon?" you say, embarrassed from being too captivated by her to listen. She simply smiles at you, nose scrunching at your nervous state.
"I said 'You must be Y/n, the new babysitter," there's a slight teasing in her tone as she repeats, "It's lovely to finally meet you face to face."
"You too, Mrs Jarvis," you awkwardly say, Tommy and Billy going off to watch Tv as they claim to have finished their work.
"I actually go by Miss Maximoff," she corrects politely, "And no need for formalities, call me Wanda, dear." The way her words have a slight accent to them has your face flushing even more, especially at the term of endearment. "I hope they behaved for you," she says, her head looking over her shoulder at her boys sitting on the sofa, engrossed with the cartoon currently playing.
"They were perfect for me Miss Ma-" Her eyes look over at you, eyebrow raised, "Uh Wanda." Your flustered state must have amused her as she let out an angelic laugh, your mind desperately wishing to hear that sound again. Your gaze travelled to the twins, your mind replaying the surprisingly fun afternoon you had. Stuck in the memory, you don't notice the way Wanda looks at you, an undecipherable glint in her eyes before her words break you out of your thoughts.
"Well thank you for taking such good care of them and somehow managing to get them to do their work," she jokes out, before reaching into her purse to find some cash to pay you. She offers you £50 and your eyes widen at how much she's giving you.
"That's way too much Wanda," you say in disbelief, you would have been happy with £10 never mind fifty. "I only looked after them for two hours," she shakes her head at you dismissively and takes a hold of your hands, placing the money there. You're too busy trying not to panic at the feeling of her hands on yours to stop her from pulling away.
"I can already tell they love you, so please take it," her eyes hopeful that you won't try and refuse once again. "Consider it a starting bonus," she argues, and you open your mouth in protest but close it almost immediately after as you can't think of anything to say to make her change her mind.
"Thank you," you say, looking up with an extremely grateful expression, "This really means a lot to me." You see the questioning look in her eyes and avert your gaze to your watch to see the time. "Um, I'll be going now if that's ok?" you move to the table to pack your books away, trying your hardest to ignore the feeling of her eyes on you.
"Yes, that's fine dear," when you turn you see a soft expression on her face and silently thank her for not pressing any further. "Billy, Tommy, say goodbye to Y/n," she calls, and the boys come rushing towards you with wide eyes.
"But we still have to go to another planet," Billy says, Tommy nodding his head along to what his brother says.
"And we need to get back to earth," Tommy adds, your heart clenching at the worried expressions on their faces. You look over to Wanda who just has a confused but entertained expression on her face. You move closer to them, Wanda even more intrigued by what was happening.
"Pshhht this is your captain speaking," they giggle at the static noise again, Wanda letting out a chuckle at your fake voice, your cheeks flushing as you look back at her. "Mission to Mars will happen on Monday, Pshhhht and mission back to Earth will happen afterwards," the worry washes from both of them at the promise of continuing the game before they rush over to hug your legs.
"Goodbye Y/n," they both say, then walking back to the sofa as you pull your backpack on and walk towards the door with Wanda close behind.
"Thank you once again for taking such good care of them," her voice is gentle as she holds the door open for you.
"It was honestly no problem, Wanda," you step out of the house, turning back to her before leaving properly, "They're amazing kids, you should be really proud of them." A small tint of pink covers her cheeks at your words
"Get home safely Y/n," her fingers brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "I'll see you Monday."
You watch as she shuts the door, a smile on her face, and start to walk down the drive, whispering a small 'See you on Monday' to yourself as your mind fills with thoughts of a certain woman.
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The journey begins...
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Fatal Attraction
Chapter Three
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Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader/Wanda Maximoff x Jarvis Stark
Warnings: Angst. Fluff.
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The first week had passed by pretty swiftly, Wanda had learned everything that there was, she even shadowed Y/N to a few meetings too, taking the notes that were necessary and more just in case Y/N had missed anything.
She could truly say that she admired Y/N and how they worked with their employees and clients. They weren't hostile or agitated, they would listen to the needs of the other person and would reassure them.
"I want to see this little one when he is born." They told Jean as she packed her things with their help.
"You will." Jean smiled as Y/N picked up the box.
"Is Scott picking you up?" They asked her as they walked with her towards the elevator.
"He is waiting downstairs for me." She told them before Y/N turned to Wanda.
"Would you like me to pick you up a coffee Ms Maximoff?" They asked her with a gentle smile.
"Please." She nodded before she went back to work, she felt at home working here. It was easy and stress free, although she wishes her marriage would be stress free.
"So, how many meetings have I got today?" Y/N asked as they placed her coffee on her desk, Wanda moved to pick up a few files.
"You have three meetings, one this morning with Hammer Industries about the project, two this afternoon, Ms Bishop and Mr Stark." She told them as she handed them the files.
"You can sit out of the one with Mr Stark." They told her as she gave them an unsure look. "He is your father in law and I assume your husband doesn't know you work here because you still work here." They smirked as Wanda chuckled lightly at them.
"Yes, Jarvis doesn't know." Wanda told them as she leaned back in her chair. "But he doesn't really have a say on where or who I work for." She countered as Y/N smiled proudly at her.
"I like you." They smiled as they took the first file from her. "It's a pity it's only temporary." She smiled as she watched them walk into their office to read up on the first meeting.
Just 30 minutes later, Y/N and Wanda made their way to the meeting room. It was a room which had a large table in the center, chairs lining on either side and one at the head. Y/N took their seat at the head as Wanda took the one beside them.
"Do you need a drink?" Wanda asked Y/N before the room filled up.
"No thank you." They smiled as soon as Justin Hammer walked in, the two shook hands before he took the seat across from Wanda.
"So, we have the stats on the project." Y/N grabbed the file and laid it in front of them. "Some of the materials have been hard to come by because of the radiation content but we have managed to get it through a trusted friend of mine."
"So, it's almost ready?" He questioned as Y/N sat back.
"Not quite yet." They informed him. "We still need to test it out and Mr Osborn has trusted me to lead the testing, so we have plans in the next few weeks to take it to Nevada, near Area 51 to test."
"Is it possible for myself or my assistant to accompany you?" He questioned as Y/N licked their teeth.
"I'm afraid not, it's purely for insurance purposes." They told him. "But Wanda here will take notes and maybe we can also record footage of the testing for you too." The rest of the meeting went by smoothly as Y/N shook hands as Justin was led outside of the room, leaving just Y/N and Wanda.
"When were you going to tell me about the trip?" She questioned as she closed the door before they could leave. They smirked as they watched her, seeing how she stood with her hand on her hip and the other on the closed door.
"When I had the details finalised." They told her as they stood up, gathering the files as she moved closer to them.
"You still should have told me." She told them firmly as she gazed at them intensely.
"I should have, yes." They told her as they straightened up, towering over her as she visibly gulped. "But either way, the dates are not set in stone as the project isn't near completion." Wanda tried to remain confident but she felt strange as they towered her, their eyes boring into her own had her feeling a way it shouldn't. "My apologies Ms Maximoff."
"Why do you insist on calling me Ms Maximoff?" She questioned as she followed them out of the room.
"Well, that is your respected name, no?" They raised their brow as they entered the elevator.
"You know what I mean." She stated as the elevator stopped. Wanda watched as Y/N pressed the stop button, turning to face her.
"I call you Ms Maximoff because I respect you." They told her as she backed up against the wall. "Also, the more I call you Wanda makes me want to say it in a more unprofessional manner and I can't do that because you are my employee, and there are boundaries I will not cross." They stood toe to toe as their hand rested on the wall beside her head. "Is that ok Ms Maximoff?" They questioned with a raised brow.
"It is." She whispered as she never turned away from their burning gaze.
"Perfect." They moved away and started the elevator again as Wanda tried to regain her composure, although her heart was beating rapidly in her chest as her mind raced with many inappropriate thoughts.
Since the moment in the elevator, Wanda found herself observing them more and more. She watched how their forearms looked when they removed their jacket, sleeves folded up neatly as they moved around their office, speaking on the phone. They soon beckoned for Wanda to enter the office before finishing up their phone call.
"It appears that we have been asked to attend a charity ball." They informed her. "I am to bring a date and I usually take Jean but as you can see that is impossible."
"So, you want me to be your date?" She questioned as they sighed, a tight lipped smile on their face.
"I don't want to put you into an uncomfortable position but I usually prefer to take someone I know and trust." They told her.
"You've only known me for a little over a week." She reminded them as they nodded.
"And I do trust you Wanda." They told her as they reached for two glasses and a decanter, pouring the golden liquid into the glasses. "I am not pressuring you into saying yes, it is entirely your choice and you can say no."
"I don't know." She whispered as she took the glass from them. "If you have been invited, then maybe my father in law and husband may have been invited."
"Well, just let me know." They told her as they finished their drink. "I can take Gwen if need be."
"I don't think I can." Wanda whispered as Y/N nodded in understanding. "Working here and lying about it is already affecting my marriage."
"It's ok Ms Maximoff." They told her softly. "Don't worry about it." They took her own empty glass and took it to the small bar they had. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off."
"I can't do that." She whispered as they gave her a soft smile.
"Yes you can. Take it, you won't lose any wages." They told her. "I'll see you tomorrow morning." They helped her stand as she nodded, mumbling a quiet thank you before she absentmindedly gathered her belongings and left the office. Picking up some food on her way home, just in time for Jarvis to return home.
"Wanda, what are you doing here?" He asked her as he wasn't used to her being home early.
"I had the afternoon off." She told him as he did something on his phone before scoffing at her.
"And you didn't tell me?" He questioned her.
"I didn't know I had to tell you." She countered as he shook his head. "Besides, why are you home?" She asked as she looked at the time, it was only 3pm as he just glared at her.
"I live here." He told her. "And also, we have a charity ball coming up." He told her. "So you need to buy a new dress, not any of the old ones you have in the closet. You know what, I'll just send Pepper's stylist your measurements and I'm sure they'll pick something nice for you." With that he left, leaving Wanda in the kitchen alone. She still sometimes hoped that the man she fell in love with was still inside him somewhere. Hoping that this marriage wasn't entirely a waste of time.
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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months
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I had a dream last night... when tony (he was not iron man in my dream) came home very tired after a hard day at stark industries, I cooked him his favorite food and we ate together, then I ran him a bath (and got in the bath with him 😉), after the bath I gave him a back massage in our bed and after the massage I rode him so deliciously to help him relax even more, hearing his delicious moans and groans, telling him that I love him... after the sex, we went to sleep cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to each other, and in the next day, I brought him breakfast in bed... I treated my hubby like the king he is...
Can you pleeeease write this for me (x female reader)? I need to make this deram eternal 🥹 thank you in advance, I'm a big fan
Like a King
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PAIRING | Husband!Tony Stark x Wife!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 2.1K
SUMMARY | Your husband had a bad day at work, so you decide to treat him like an absolute king. From a nice home cooked meal to a warm bath and a massage, you're pulling out all the stops to make him feel loved and to turn his day around completely.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ Husband & Wife ], age gap [ Tony is in his early to mid 50's, Reader is in her late 30's ], smut [ Daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, post-sex cuddles ].
A/N | Thank you so much for this request, sweet Nonnie; I hope I made your dream come to life with this fic! If you ever have another dream like this, please don't hesitate to tell me about it again because I was living my best fantasies while writing this! 🖤
Also, your comment about you being a big fan honestly made my day?! Like, I love you so SO much, Nonnie, that is the biggest compliment you can ever give me! 🥹
Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🩷
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Today's your day off, and you're currently at the gym when you're getting a call from your husband. Usually, he only calls during work when something's up, so all the alarm bells in your head immediately go off, and you stop what you're doing.
''Hi Angel, is everything okay?'' you ask when you pick up the phone.
''Not really, Gorgeous. Today is very stressful, and a huge deal just fell through, so I'm going home early today,'' he sighs, and you can hear the defeat in your voice.
''Alright, I'll finish my workout and swing by Stark Industries to see you. How does that sound?'' you ask.
''Sounds perfect, and I can't wait to see you. I love you, Gorgeous,'' he says.
''Love you too, my Angel,'' you say before hanging up and finishing your workout.
Thirty minutes later, you changed into a casual outfit and ready to head to your husband. You park your car in the garage, and JARVIS lets Tony know you've arrived and he's ready to go when you arrive at his office.
You knock on his door to the office, and it swings open. You're pulled into a tight embrace before you can even realize what's happening, but you also let it happen, knowing this is what Tony needs right now.
''Hi, my sweet Angel,'' you say when you pull apart and place your hands on his cheeks, rubbing your fingers over his soft skin.
Your lips place a soft, sweet kiss on his lips and feel him relax under your touch so the two of you stay like that for a little while. Exchanging small kisses, not feeling the need to say anything but being perfectly content with each other's presence.
''Shall we go home? I will cook you a nice home-cooked meal, and afterward, we can take a bath together; I can give you a massage and cuddle together,'' you offer, and he nods.
''Let's go,'' he says, telling his secretary he won't be in for the rest of the day, and no one can bother him, not even if the building burns down. Right now, Tony needs nothing other than to be loved and cared for by you.
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When the two of you arrive home, you send him to your bedroom to change into something more comfortable while you start dinner, preparing one of his favorite dishes.
You're going for some easy comfort food today, so a creamy baked mac and cheese sounds like the perfect option, and Tony thinks so, too.
When you're preparing the sauce, he walks down the stairs and over to you in the kitchen, just needing to be around you for now. His arms wrap around you while you're softly swaying to the music, and when you feel Tony's arms around you, a big smile appears on your face.
''It's smelling delicious already,'' he says as he places soft kisses on your shoulder while swaying back and forth.
''How about you sit down and read a book or nap until dinner? It's gonna be another 20 to 30 minutes, and as much as I'd love to keep dancing with you, I can't cook if you're attached to my back the entire time,'' you say as you turn around in his hold.
''Alright, but only if I get extra cuddles later tonight,'' he says, and you nod.
''You can get all the extra cuddles you want after dinner,'' you say before sending him out of the kitchen.
When your mac and cheese is in the oven, you set the dinner table, and you come to check up on Tony, who appears to be completely entranced by his book, so you just leave him for now.
About 5 minutes later, your oven dings, and you put dinner on the table, ready to get Tony and have dinner together, and finally talk about why he had such a bad day today.
You walk over to Tony and put your hands on his shoulders to notify him you're behind him, and you bend down to kiss him. He tilts his head backward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, and you can't help but smile at it.
''Dinner's ready,'' you say, and he puts his book to the side and quickly gets up, ready to guide you back to the dining room where the food is waiting to be eaten.
He pulls out your chair, and once you scooted in, he softly kissed the top of your head. This routine you've developed over the years still warms your heart.
Once he's seated, too, you put some food on your plate before Tony puts quite a lot of it on his, as he's feeling so hungry he could eat a horse.
''It truly smells amazing, Gorgeous, you've outdone yourself once again,'' he says, and you feel a pink tint on your cheeks, blushing at his compliment.
Over dinner, the two of you talk about Tony's day and the deal that fell through so you can understand what's going on in his head and why he's feeling the way he does.
At the end of dinner, you can tell Tony feels a lot better; he doesn't seem as tense, but there's still some tension inside him, and you have the perfect way to get rid of it.
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''Do you want me to run a bath for you, my Angel?'' you ask when the dishes are done.
''You don't have to. You've already done enough today, and you deserve some relaxation too,'' Tony says, but he can see the glint of mischief in your eyes.
''Well, who said I wouldn't join you?'' you say, and with that, Tony bends over and grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you with a loud squeal before making a beeline for the master bathroom.
When he's there, he's finally putting you down, and you can run the bath with extra bubbles and your favorite peppermint-scented bath oil, which reminds you of Christmas year-round.
Once that's going, Tony can't keep his hands off of you any longer, and he wants to see your amazing body underneath his fingertips.
Your clothes find their way into the laundry basket one by one as Tony keeps undressing you like a present, giving kisses everywhere he can and ghosting his fingers over your soft flesh in places he can't reach with his mouth.
When the water is done and Tony's undressed, too, he steps in before lending you a hand and guiding you into the tub, ensuring you don't slip.
Once the two of you are seated, you can't help but lean into your husband's arms, your head resting against his shoulder while you enjoy each other's touches and presence.
''I still can't believe I got lucky enough to find you in this lifetime,'' Tony starts as his hands roam over your thighs and sides, never touching where you need him most.
''I get to live with the most gorgeous woman and call her my wife. God, I still can't believe you've said yes to marrying me and growing old with me, but I'm very glad you did,'' he says, placing small kisses on your neck and shoulder now and again to reinforce his words.
The two of you stay like that, whispering sweet nothings and giving longing touches all over each other's bodies until the water turns cold.
You get out of the bath, followed by Tony, and he drains the bathtub before helping you dry off. You do the same, and he lifts you onto the counter so you're at the perfect height for him to give you sweet, slow kisses.
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After a good amount of time, you've finally convinced him to lay down on the bed for a back massage so you can work out the knots in his shoulders and back, arguing how good he always feels once you're done and he can't say no to you.
You turned on some soft jazz music for a bit of a mood booster, drizzled some massage oil in your husband's back before going to town on the pressure points.
''Oh, f-fuck, that feels amazing, Gorgeous. Yes, right there, OH!'' he groans out, and if anyone else would hear him, they would not believe he's getting a back massage.
''Hm, you're doing so well for me, Angel,'' you say as you put some extra strength into massaging his shoulder blades, earning yourself deep groans when you feel the knots come loose.
When you're done, you rub the rest of the oil over the bottom of his back before turning him onto his back and placing yourself right onto his thighs so your hand can grab his rock-hard, throbbing member.
''Hmm, someone's been enjoying himself,'' you say before crawling down the bed and wrapping your lips around his tip while sucking in your cheeks.
''Oh, shit, yeah, that's it, Gorgeous, keep sucking like that,'' he growls, and you slowly take more of him into your mouth, wrapping your hand around the parts your mouth can't get to.
Hearing those delicious sounds from him only makes you feel wetter, and you feel slick dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets from how turned on you are.
When he almost reaches his orgasm, he pulls you off and up to him, so he can taste himself in your mouth while his cock prods your soaking-wet entrance.
''Hm, Daddy, please fuck me,'' you moan softly, and with one smooth motion, he's pulled you onto his cock, stretching your cunt to the max with his sudden motion.
''FUCK!'' you exclaim as he's buried deep inside you and starts bouncing you on his cock without letting you adjust. Your boobs bounce up and down deliciously for Tony, and he lets you set your own pace, letting his hands wander to your nipples to play with them.
''D-Daddy, gonna cum for you,'' you say after a little while, and with that, Tony groans as he plants his feet on the bed, bending his legs and thrusting up into you until you come undone all around him.
''Jesus, such a good fucking girl for your Daddy,'' he says, and his back arches off the bed as he spills deep inside you without warning. He cums so hard that it drips out of you almost immediately and makes a mess all over his cock and balls.
''Hmm,'' you hum softly as you lay on Tony's chest, completely fucked out and very comfortable.
''Come on, pretty girl, just need to clean you up,'' Tony says, but you groan in response, holding onto him tighter because you don't want him to leave yet.
''Stay,'' you croak out, and he does just a little longer, but eventually, he has to get up and clean both of you up, so he grabs a warm washcloth to clean you after cleaning himself in the bathroom.
''Alright, let's get you into a pair of underwear and a shirt, Gorgeous,'' he says, and you agree, letting Tony put a pair of lacy panties and one of his oversized shirts on you before climbing back into bed.
''I love you so much, Gorgeous; thank you for turning this shitty day around and making me feel a thousand times better,'' Tony says, and you smile softly.
''Love you too, Angel,'' you say before drifting into a deep slumber while Tony pulls you onto his chest so you're almost holding on like a koala bear. Soft kisses keep finding their way to the top of your head while he whispers sweet nothings and rub circles over your back until he hears your soft snores.
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The next morning, you've woken up earlier than usual, so you decide to make good use of it by preparing breakfast in bed for your amazing husband.
When you're walking into the bedroom, you see he's just waking up, and when he sees you with the tray in your hands, his face splits open in a wide grin at the sight.
''What have I done to deserve all this love from you, Gorgeous?'' he asks.
''Being the best husband I could ever wish for, and calling in sick today because I have a whole day planned that doesn't involve getting out of bed,'' you say, a mischievous smile appearing on your face.
''Done!'' he says when you've put the tray down, and he pulls you on your lap. The two of you fed each other breakfast before being tangled up in a twist of limbs and bodies until the sun went down and came up the next day.
Married life has never felt better than it does now.
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I think that the main problem with all of the scrapped Tron ideas/scripts that keep popping up every few years is that they keep focusing on the wrong characters/stories.
I feel like not many people who like Tron actually care about Sam Flynn. People care more about Quorra, but I think that interest in her falls short as well. And not a single soul wants Jared Leto anywhere NEAR this franchise.
The next Tron movie should be a Rinzler movie.
First of all, people WANT more of Tron himself and have been saying so since Legacy came out. One of the things that made Uprising great was Tron’s involvement in, well, Tron. Plus, this is Tumblr so I don’t need to go into how insane Tron fans have gotten over Rinzler for the past decade.
I want to see how Tronzler copes with his split self. I want to see his flashbacks and fractured, contextless memories of his time as Tron. (kinda like the ones he had at the end of legacy). I want to see what he went through to be reprogrammed. I want to see how he copes with his life as gladiator and elite soldier. How does he deal with all of the derezzing he has to do? I want to see a deep dive into his relationship and dynamic with CLU. How does Rinzler act when he’s alone? Where does the purring come from? Does Jarvis hate him as much as I think he does?
Maybe some of this was answered by Uprising and I just don’t remember (It’s been a decade since I’ve seen that show).
Anyways I just think the whole Tronzler thing is super interesting and unexplored in official media. It would be interesting to see what Disney writers come up with and which fan theories they humor. Plus I neeeeeeeed more “Rinzler being a freak” content.
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so none of this is what any of you asked for, but part 3 of the stonyclunks soulmates au @stark-and-shield @polizwrites @soliloquent-stark
(parts one and two)
tony spends his flight home from london agonizing over what he should do next.
on the one hand, his feelings about captain america haven’t changed. if anything, he’s now even more adamant that he wants nothing to do with him, because not only does tony now have proof that cap is a total dick, he also now feels like all that childhood trauma?? was the result of a lie. now he knows that he grew up being compared to someone who isn’t even really as great as his dad made him seem. so maybe now he has some validation (and vindication) that howard was wrong. but still, he could have just done without the years of feeling like he wasn’t good enough.
on the other hand, he’s a hopeless romantic at heart and he’s always dreamed of meeting and growing old with his soulmate. he grew up surrounded by them — his parents are soulmates. ana and edwin jarvis are soulmates. aunt peggy and uncle daniel are soulmates. that nature-defying love has always been the shining example of what real happiness is to him and he’s been desperate for it since he was 25, the average age when people meet their soulmates. the fact that he lived until he was 38 and still never met his soulmate had hurt him everyday. and sure, he’s happy in other ways. he’s content with how his life has turned out. he has amazing friends. he has a family that supports him. but god, he wants to share it with someone who he knows is fated to be his.
now, he’s kind of annoyed that he and his dad have another thing in common, what with howard not meeting maria until he was in his 40’s. and at this point he’s starting to think that being soulmates with captain america is some sort of sick cosmic joke that the universe is playing on him.
also he’s really, really pissed that the words that are permanently marked on his skin are so ugly.
at dinner before their night at the opera, tony tells maria, “mama, i met my soulmate.”
“oh that’s wonderful, antonio! tell me all about them!”
maria can hardly contain her excitement, and tony feels awful that the news he’s about to share isn’t worth her feeling this happy about.
“it was two weeks ago, a total accident. he was really mean,” he explains softly. if they weren’t in public right now he might even have just shown her the words on his thigh, but he knows her protective instincts would rear their head immediately and she’d skip the opera just to get started on hunting down the man who spit such vitriol at her son.
“oh. well, has he apologized for it?” maria asks. “i hope he has some basic manners, at least. i won’t allow someone who treats my son such poorly into the family, whether you’re soulmates or not.”
“he… has. quite dramatically,” tony says, thinking about the instagram post that had been causing a media frenzy for a week now.
“well, good. he should know you’re to be treasured,” maria sniffs. “when will i get to meet him?”
“i haven’t seen him again since. i don’t know if i really want to.”
“why not, bambino? you’ve always wanted to meet your soulmate.”
“mama… it’s captain america.”
maria looks around the restaurant. “where? i thought howard was with him tonight. crazy old man, still thinks he’s in his prime and trying to keep up with people half his age.”
“no, mama. my soulmate. he’s captain america.”
“oh. oh dear.”
“yeah.” tony picks up his fork and starts eating again. “i think i might just be better off dying alone.”
maria doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. suddenly all the excessive whining from steve that howard has been telling her about makes a lot more sense. she knows that steve is a good man. maybe not perfect like howard always made him out to be. but kind, nonetheless. he would be good to tony, good for him, she’s sure. tony just needs to give him a chance.
but also, like she said, tony should be treasured. if steve wants to make up for how they started off, he needs to pull out all the stops. tony deserves nothing less than the best, after all. and to be honest, maria thinks she might enjoy watching steve grovel a bit. she’s also looking forward to making fun of howard for having such an idiot as a best friend and future son-in-law.
so she starts planning.
“tonio, darling, why don’t you stay over at the mansion tonight? ana was just saying we haven’t had brunch with you in ages.”
“sure, mama.”
under the table, she texts howard.
M: is steve still pouting about his life?
H: unfortunately. i’m just glad beer does nothing for him. i can’t imagine how much worse this all could be if he were drunk.
M: poor boy. maybe he’s also feeling a bit lonely. there are plenty of rooms in the mansion if he doesn’t want to go home to an empty apartment tonight.
H: he might like that. i’ll let him know.
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Steve quietly helping a “finally at the end of his wick&burnt out” Tony out of his suit and into bed
The button was sticking to his fingers. It had to be. There was no other reason as to why the hell this was taking so long.
Tony looked down in confusion, observing his index and thumb as they battled to wrangle the slick white button out of its buttonhole. It wasn't going very well from the looks of it, which was strange, because he could've sworn he started to work at them almost as soon as he'd stepped through the door. That meant he'd been at it for at least 20 seconds now. This was not something that Tony could say he usually struggled with.
He watched his own fingers as they fiddled desperately at the contraption for a few more moments before, finally giving up and falling dejectedly onto the countertop. He could give that another go later, he figured. For now...
Well. Fuck. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
Blinking slowly, Tony attempted to orientate himself. He knew he was in the kitchen at the tower. He knew it was... well, Tony didn't quite know what time it was because the meeting with the Secretary of Defence had run over, but it was dark now. 11, maybe? He knew that there was probably something else he needed to get done before he could call it a night. His to-do list had only been growing since he started it at the beginning of the week, and they weren't the kinds of things you could put off until the next day. They were the kinds of things that, if left too long, could get people killed.
Right. Okay. He needed a refuel. A bagel, maybe. And a coffee. And then he would... yeah. The kit for Natasha. Top priority. She was heading out to Alaska tomorrow and her old suit had been torn to shreds in the debacle last Tuesday. So bagel, coffee, workshop. Bagel, coffee, workshop. Bagel-
"Could I suggest, sir, that you substitute your coffee and workshop plans for bed instead? It has been two days since you last achieved REM sleep."
Tony was quiet for a moment. He stared at the wall, and then glanced up to the ceiling slowly, a frown folding into his forehead.
"Did you just read my mind?" He asked JARVIS.
"No sir. I listened."
"Oh. I was speaking?"
"Indeed sir."
"Ah."
See, this was the slight problem that came with spending a week hopping straight from one obligation into another. He started to lose track of himself a little. The overuse of caffeine probably didn't help either. But it was that or fall behind, and he quite simply didn't have time to fall behind. At this point, he'd never catch back up again. He had to do more. Keep going.
So he chose to ignore JARVIS's advice, and instead reached a hand into the pack of bagels on the side. His mind whirred disjointedly as it tried to work through the current set of problems plaguing Stark Industries. The biggest issue was tied into the aforementioned meeting he'd just had with the Defence Secretary. As a general rule, Tony Stark and military personnel did not get on too well. They'd never gotten out of the sulk they fell into with him after his whole 'no more weapons' epiphany, which was just fine by Tony. They talked a lot of shit about him behind closed doors and, occasionally, in public meetings, but they were normally content to leave it at that.
Except now they'd gone ahead and appointed this new guy into one of the top brass roles, and his sole mission seemed to be wrangling Stark Industries back into the weapons business. By any means necessary.
Tony would come out victorious in this stupid little power play, obviously. This wasn't the first time a government official had used thinly-veiled threats and blackmail against him. It was, however, the first time the pressure had come right from the top of the chain. And it implied there was a wider cultural change in the ranks of the US Military, which meant Tony, The Avengers and Stark Industries were all going to have to tread more delicately if they wanted to weather the storm.
He sighed, gaze losing its focus for a few moments. In front of him, the toaster ticked away. The smell began to permeate the air. Tony realised he wasn't even sure he was hungry. He had been, a few hours ago, but the sensation had since faded when it realised it wasn't being listened to. Now he just felt hollow. Like someone had scooped out his brains with a melon baller. He realised he was swaying back and forth on his feet - a slow, repeated motion that was starting to make him feel dizzy. He told himself to be still.
The bagel popped out of the toaster, and it was only then that Tony remembered there were extra steps to this process. Butter. And a knife. He needed both. Hopefully his hands would be able to handle this one.
Turning on his heel, he headed over to the fridge, because he was 90% sure that was where they kept the butter these days - but as his hips swivelled to the left, he felt himself bump against something that had not previously been in the kitchen. It was firm, but soft. Warm. It smelled familiar.
Tony was staring in mild surprise at the chest in front of him, and it took a moment before he realised that that wasn't where you were supposed to look when you bumped into people. And Steve was a stickler when it came to being polite, so he promptly lifted his gaze.
"Hi," he told Steve. This, he thought, was an appropriate thing to say - not too much, not nothing at all, just right. "I'm making a bagel."
Steve, however, didn't seem to care much about the bagel. He didn't even look at it when Tony gestured over to it, which was unusual, because Steve was a very food-oriented man. Instead, Steve was staring down at Tony, a strange kind of intensity in his eyes. They'd been arguing earlier this morning. God, he hoped Steve wasn't coming back to pick up where they'd left off.
Then Steve did something strange. He lifted his hands. Curled them gently around the place where Tony's shoulders met his biceps: soft at first, but then adding just a touch of pressure, enough that Tony's brain noticed it and perked up, flared back into life just a little. The sensation of it kicked off a chain reaction. He realised his thumb hurt, and he needed to pee, and that he'd somehow forgotten to turn on the light as he'd been walking through the kitchen because it was dark as shit and he could actually barely see the other man an inch away from him.
"Tony," Steve's voice was calm, firm, and left absolutely no room for argument. "You can stop now."
Tony didn't respond, too busy trying to process that in his head. It didn't sound right - he knew there was a list, he did, and it was his job to do it and he'd been working at it for the last five days and there wasn't time to stop, there just wasn't. That was what he'd been telling himself, over and over and over. But then, if that was true, it would mean that Steve was wrong. Steve was rarely wrong.
"You can stop," Steve said again. "It's okay to stop."
Was it really?
"Natasha needs--"
"She will be fine. You've created dozens of variants of that uniform for her. Her wardrobe is literally full of protective gear." Steve gave him another gentle squeeze, and it felt good, it felt really good for Steve to touch him. It'd been days since they'd touched. Tony had just been so busy, and then when they had seen eachother they'd been fighting about the fucking portal debacle from Tuesday and now, wow, it felt so good to be touched. The care, the love, it seemed to seep out from Steve's fingers. He'd not even realised he'd been in fight or flight mode all day until he was reminded, right now, of how it felt to be safe.
"I shouldn't," Tony's voice was quiet. He shook his head.
Steve just nodded his. "Yes you should. Come on sweetheart. You know you need to rest. You're doing no-one any favours by running around half-delirious."
"I'm not half delirious."
"JARVIS told me you couldn't even undress yourself. And you're bleeding all over our floor, by the way." Steve's head nodded downward, and Tony looked to see that yeah, Steve was actually right. There was a smattering of small, delicate crimson drops staining their cream tiles.
Tony frowned, recalling the vague memory of his thumb hurting. He glanced down, and spotted the nail that he'd accidentally removed about 20% of. It was a bad habit. Howard had absolutely fucking hated his nail biting - he used to rip Tony's hand straight out of his mouth if ever he got caught in the act, often taking the rest of the nail he'd had his teeth clamped around with it.
"Oh," was all Tony could say.
Without changing a shade, Steve moved again, hand slipping around Tony's and lifting it. He efficiently slotted Tony's thumb into his mouth, sucking off the blood, and then leaned sideways, delving into the drawer where they kept (amongst a plethora of other random assorted crap) the band-aids. He wound it around Tony's thumb, taking extra care to ensure that the raw skin of his cuticle was padded by the gauze and didn't touch the adhesive. When that was done, he shifted his attention to Tony's dress shirt, popping open the first few with frustrating ease. They'd definitely not been playing ball when it'd been Tony trying to make them open.
"It's time to call it a night," Steve told him. Now his hand was on Tony's jaw. His thumb was rubbing a little circle just in front of Tony's ear, like a massage, and God it felt so good that in that moment Tony lost sight of everything else. The work, the sting of pain, the frantic cacophony of 'do more, do more, do more' that had been looping uncontrollably in his head. The one thing that stood between Tony Stark and oblivion was Steve Rogers' right thumb, and man, it was fucking holding up.
Then, slowly, Steve pulled him into his arms. With one hand still pressing into the side of Tony's, the other circled around the his shoulders. They drew him into the impossible feeling of safety that came with being immersed in Steve's hug, and that was it. That was just it.
Tony sagged. He felt Steve's mouth press a gentle kiss against the top of his head. He was so, so, so fucking tired.
"Wanna go to bed?" Steve asked softly.
Tony nodded.
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wild-karrde · 1 month
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In Command - Part 18
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A/N: A NEW CHAPTER FINALLY EMERGES!! It's been a bonkers last little bit, but WE'RE BACK. As always, thank you to the outstanding @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me!
Chapter Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE)
Warnings: language, explicit sexual content
Word Count: 7.1k words
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Senna untangled herself from Hunter’s limbs and rolled off of him, patting his chest plate. “That was fun, but let’s never do that again, yeah?”
“No complaints from me,” the sergeant grunted, pulling his helmet off to reveal a smirk and letting his head fall back against the floor of the ship for a moment with a dull thud. 
Tech already had the ship halfway to hyperspace, the engines whining with effort, and Wrecker was scrambling out of the gunner’s nest at the rear of the ship to meet them. 
“Are you alright?” he boomed, worry furrowing his brows.
“Never better, Wrecker,” Echo said between panting breaths, leaning against the wall where he’d sunk to the floor heavily after he’d closed the hatch.
Senna reached over to him and squeezed his arm. “Thanks for sticking around and not bailing on me back there.”
“Not exactly our style,” Echo joked. “Besides, pretty sure Rex would have had something to say about it.”
“You’re damn right I would have,” Rex called from one of the seats Wrecker had placed him in. He was leaning awkwardly on what appeared to be a communications console, and he winced slightly as he shifted, his eyes finding Senna’s. The relief was evident. “What the hell happened out there?”
Senna got to her feet, reaching down and pulling Hunter up with her. 
“Not entirely sure if I’m honest. Had the usual small army after us, but there was someone new. He called himself an Inquisitor.” She shuddered at the memory of his eyes and the chill that seemed to accompany his presence in the Force. “Anything you’ve come across before?” she asked Echo as he stood and removed his helmet. 
The former ARC trooper shrugged, shaking his head, and Senna felt a tingle at how similar the gesture was to Rex. Of course they were clones, but it was clear they’d picked up some of each other’s mannerisms in the time they’d served together. 
Brothers in more than just their biology. So different and yet so very much the same in some ways. 
She felt the ship shudder as it finally entered hyperspace, and Tech came strolling back from the front of the ship, eyes locked on a datapad in his hands.
“I’ve heard rumors of such an individual on Imperial comm chatter. A dark Force wielder the Emperor and his apprentice are using to track down remaining Jedi. I just did not have confirmation of his existence until now.”
“A dark Force wielder?” Senna asked, trying to fight the bile rising in her throat. 
Turned Jedi? Or something else entirely?
“Yes,” Tech replied evenly, meeting her eyes and adjusting his goggles. “Although little is known about his origins.”
“Great, one more thing to worry about,” Senna muttered, picking her bag up off the floor where Tech had hurriedly dropped it and trying to keep her face neutral. She couldn’t say she was as unphased as Tech seemed. Her mind was already working the problem as she strode towards the rear of the ship, wondering how many Inquisitors could exist after only a year and who could be among them. Warm fingers intertwined with hers, jerking her from her thoughts, and piercing brown eyes searched hers. 
“Let it breathe a bit,” Rex said quietly. “I can see you’re just going to frustrate yourself trying to get to the bottom of this. You’re running low on sleep and need some time.” 
Senna grinned, glancing around to make sure none of the other clones were watching before leaning down to whisper in his ear. 
“And whose fault is that?” 
She couldn’t help but grin at the way Rex faltered slightly, his eyes flicking to her mouth for a moment before he recomposed himself. It was a microscopic tell in the grand scheme of things, but she loved that she could see it, and that she was the cause. Some of the tension slipped from her shoulders as she grounded herself in his gaze.
“I’m just saying you should give yourself some time to recover. We’re safe. And I don’t want to see you burn yourself out,” Rex tried again.
Her hand slid to his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “Yes, sir.” 
Rex rolled his eyes with a smirk, and Senna let loose a quiet giggle as she hauled her rucksack back towards some storage bins she’d spotted at the rear of the ship. The Marauder was a decent size, but the last thing she wanted to do was clutter it up, especially after Echo and his brothers had just saved her and Rex. Her eyes raked over the control panels as she moved through the hold, cataloging a list of questions about the modifications to the ship to be asked later. Tech followed behind her, pointing at one of the closed storage bins above her head. 
“That one should be mostly empty and will likely be large enough to hold your things if you wish.”
“Thanks,” she said, dipping her head in acknowledgement as he turned around to head back towards the front of the ship. Glancing over, Senna saw Rex had his back to her, engaged in conversation with Hunter and Echo. He seemed relaxed and happy, and while he was still clearly in pain, he was gesturing animatedly, as if he’d forgotten about his wounds as he caught up with his brothers. It was easy to see the bond he shared with them, the ones he’d found after he’d lost everything. 
He deserves that happiness. I’m glad he has them. 
She smiled as she reached up and unlocked the storage container, lifting the lid outward. A few haphazardly stowed items tumbled out, one of which bounced off her foot with a loud clatter. Tossing her bag into the empty side of the bin, she reached down to retrieve the fallen equipment. Her fingers locked around plastoid, and when she looked down at what she was holding, her heart jolted in her chest, and she suddenly couldn’t breathe.
The blue Jaig eyes from her dreams were staring back at her from the helmet in her hands. 
Several other pieces of armor had tumbled out of the bin, white with royal blue accents, covered in scuffs and scratches. Senna fell backwards with a yelp, dropping the helmet and scrambling away from the painted symbolic eyes that were boring into her until her back hit the opposite side of the hull. Her eyes took in the hash marks on the armor, the marring across the blue paint, the kama and pauldron dangling from the storage bin that matched perfectly with what she’d seen in her dreams. 
It’s him. It’s his armor. It’s real.
Tech returned, looking concerned.
“Are you alright?”
Senna’s heart was racing, but she tried to not allow her shock to betray her. 
What does this mean? 
She felt Tech still watching her, and a trace of curiosity furrowed his brows. Taking a deep breath, she gave him a tight smile. 
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just got surprised.”
She couldn’t stop her eyes from flicking back to the heap of armor. Tech followed her gaze and sighed when he saw the gear on the floor. 
“I told Wrecker that he should stow that gear properly or it would booby trap the first person to open the bin. My apologies.” He stooped to pick up the helmet, placing it and the other armor pieces back into the storage bin.
“That’s… that’s Wrecker’s armor?” Senna attempted to ask casually. She knew it was a stupid question, but she suddenly felt the need to fill the space with words as her mind frantically worked to pull the pieces together.
Tech scoffed lightly. “Wrecker? Oh no, this would never suit him, or fit him for that matter. This is Rex’s armor. We’ve been holding it for him since he began the Lothal mission. He didn’t want it to be found at your dwelling in the event that you drew too much attention. I assumed he’d told you.”
Senna’s heart slammed against her ribcage. Her mouth was bone dry as her brain struggled to fit the pieces into place.
Rex. It’s Rex. He’s the clone in my dreams.
But why?
“Are you sure you’re alright? I know plastoid is rather lightweight, but at the right velocity and angle, it can hurt quite a bit.”
“I’m fine,” Senna snapped. Tech took a step backward, and she internally winced at her reaction.
Keep it together. You have no idea what it even means. 
“I’m fine, Tech. Thank you for your concern.” she said in what she hoped was a more calm tone.
He nodded, apparently unruffled, and turned to walk back towards the front of the ship.
Slowly, Senna got to her feet. Her legs still felt gelatinous and unreliable underneath her, but she inched towards the storage bin. Gently, she lifted the helmet back out, running her thumb over the scratches in the plastoid. The blue was even more vibrant than it had been in her dreams despite all of the wear and tear it had apparently garnered during the war. She traced her fingers around the painted Jaig eyes and stared deep into the visor, as if she could find a hint of the man that wore it reflected back at her. 
I never met him during the war. I’m sure of it. 
But I know this armor. I knew it before I really knew him.
Rex’s voice startled her out of her thoughts, and she nearly dropped the helmet on her foot again.
“Ah, good. They remembered to bring it.” 
Hunter had Rex’s arm slung over his shoulder as he helped him towards one of the fold down bunks across from the storage bins. Rex’s eyes found hers, and his smile faded as he examined her expression. Quickly, she turned away from him, placing the helmet back in the storage bin and shutting the lid.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
She hurriedly pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, desperately trying to think of something to do with her hands as she schooled her expression into something more neutral before turning to face him. 
“When…uh, when did you…when did you get the Jaig eyes?” 
Rex was staring at her hard, and she felt heat rise to her cheeks. She offered him a smile, but could see he wasn’t buying it. 
“Right out of training,” he replied slowly. “Had them with me throughout the war. Always kind of liked how they looked in 501st blue. Why?”
She tried a shrug that felt more forced than her smile. “Just wondering. They suit you.” 
Even as Hunter gently eased Rex onto the bunk, the captain’s eyes never left Senna. It was obvious that he didn’t believe her, but he didn’t have time to press the subject further as Tech emerged with a large medical kit. 
“Alright, let’s see if I can help with your injuries.”
Senna moved to help Rex pull his shirt off so that Tech could take a look at the blaster wound on his chest first. After peeling the bandages back, Tech’s eyes widened slightly behind his goggles. 
“You’re incredibly fortunate.”
“Don’t I know it?” Rex joked tightly, winking at Senna despite his discomfort. She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop a smile from erupting across her face. 
Fuck, I love him. 
Tech carefully examined the wound. “I cannot understand how this didn’t kill you instantly.”
Hunter let loose an exasperated sigh from where he was leaning against the wall. “Great bedside manner, Tech.”
“I’m merely stating that this wound was quite severe,” the goggled clone retorted, pulling out another injection of painkiller and giving it to Rex before he began probing the injury. “This has healed very well though.” He turned to Senna, giving her an appraising look. “What did you do?”
Senna nervously rubbed the back of her neck. “It wasn’t as bad as you think.” She could feel Rex’s eyes on her, but she really didn’t feel like delving into an explanation on how the Force works at the moment. 
Not even sure I could give a good description anyway. And Tech looks like the kind of guy to ask a lot of questions. 
Seemingly understanding he would get no further explanation, Tech nodded before going to work carefully flushing the wound and making a few minor repairs with some of the medical tools he pulled from his bag. Once he’d rebandaged Rex’s chest, he moved onto his leg, which went much faster, even though he noted Rex would need a minor surgical procedure as Senna had suspected. All in all, Tech was finished in less than an hour, but Senna could feel exhaustion overwhelming the last remnants of adrenaline in her system by the time he closed his medkit and exited with Hunter. 
“We’ll give you two some privacy,” Hunter said quietly. “Try to get some rest.”
“Where are you taking us?” Senna asked. 
The sergeant shrugged. “We’ll probably park somewhere remote and await orders. We’ve got a few waypoints we use just outside of hyperspace lanes.”
“No safehouse?” Senna asked. 
“We’re in the market for one at the moment,” Hunter replied, unphased by the peppering of questions. “And Imperial checkpoints around our usual base of operations have picked up with the recent activity on Lothal, so best not to try to get there for the moment.”
It felt like an accusation, but Senna suspected she was just being stubborn. “And you’ve never run into any Imperials out here?”
“Not yet,” the sergeant said with a wink. 
“First time for everything.” Senna couldn’t bring herself to share his confidence for reasons she couldn’t pinpoint. Maybe it was the experience with the Inquisitor, or maybe just inherent worry on her part. Either way, she wasn’t ready to relax and write off the Empire just yet. 
“We would see them long before they realized who we are and what we are flying,” Tech replied from over Hunter’s shoulder. “I have scrambled our ship’s signature, and we have several modifications that make us harder to identify. All are fully functional.”
“Just like the hyperdrive?” Wrecker shouted from the cockpit with a loud cackle. 
“I am in the midst of troubleshooting the hyperdrive’s issues. And as you can see, it’s functioning enough to get us into hyperspace…” Tech muttered loudly, glowering at his brother over his shoulder. 
Wrecker was undeterred, and as the bickering grew louder, Senna had to stifle a giggle as Echo tried to break it up to no avail. Hunter heaved a sigh before slipping through the door and reaching for the control panel. 
“Get some sleep if you can,” he whispered before closing the door. The last thing Senna heard was his gruff voice rising in volume over his brothers, demanding they quit arguing just before the door muffled all sound on the other side. 
Senna huffed a laugh into the silence as the muted argument died down on the other side of the ship. 
“Quite the crew. Don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone like them,” she noted. Rex had told her a little about Clone Force 99, and how he’d worked with them during and briefly after the war, but the clones that had picked them up were different from anything she’d possibly imagined. 
“You wouldn’t have. They’re purposefully different from the rest of the clone army,” Rex grunted, trying to readjust his leg to a more comfortable position with a grunt. “They all have mutations the Kaminoans deemed desirable enough to enhance. Tech’s smart, Wrecker’s strong, Hunter’s got incredibly heightened senses, and Crosshair is a hell of a sniper.” 
“Crosshair?” Senna asked, fishing a blanket out of her bedroll. 
Rex let loose a deep exhale as he finally relaxed, having adjusted to a more comfortable position. “Yes. There’s one more. Most of their inhibitor chips didn’t activate when Order 66 was issued, but Crosshair’s did.”
“Oh.” Senna couldn’t think of anything else to say. She’d heard Rex talk about what it was like to lose control, but she felt like there was something else he wasn’t saying about Crosshair. 
As if he could hear her thoughts, Rex sighed. “Last time they saw him, he told them it had been removed. And then he chose to stay with the Empire. If what he says is true, he’s lucky he had a choice.” He didn’t bother to hide the bitterness in his tone. 
“Wouldn’t he have been decommissioned with the rest of the clones?”
“He hasn’t shown back up. My guess is he’s too valuable of an asset to just write off. Not your standard cannon fodder like the rest of us.” 
Senna knelt down, gently laying the blanket over Rex. The lighting was dimmer with the door closed, but she could still see anger glittering in his eyes. 
“And Echo? How did he come to join them?”
The pinch between Rex’s eyebrows softened slightly. “After everything he went through, I don’t think he felt like he fit in with regular clones anymore. The 501st had changed so much since he’d been captured. I think Fives’s absence was just a constant reminder of all he’d lost, and I was worried he’d just feel like he didn’t have a place with how he’d changed. Fortunately, the boys out there were part of his rescue, and he bonded with them. They were skeptical of him at first, but it didn’t take long for me to see he was going to be happier with them.” 
“You just let him go?” 
“I told him to.” Rex met her eyes. Senna leaned against the bunk, reaching for his hands and interlacing her fingers with his. 
“That must have been hard,” she said quietly. 
Rex’s thumb rubbed across her knuckles. “It was. But it was right for him at the time, and that was more important to me than my own feelings about not having him around.” 
“That’s noble,” Senna noted. “And oddly similar to something I said to you about a week ago.” 
Rex scoffed, but she was glad he grinned at that. “I think what you said was very different for several reasons.”
She flicked him lightly on his arm, and he scoffed. “Ok, but you understand where I was coming from, right?”
“Of course I did. I just disagreed with it.” 
“Oh, so your opinion is the right one? I see now,” she joked. 
“I didn’t make captain by being wrong, Master Aven,” Rex teased back. She rolled her eyes, but he reached forward stroking her cheek, his tone softening. “I wouldn’t be so foolish as to think I’m right more often than you. I’m sure you’ll win more arguments than you lose. But for what it’s worth, I’m glad you let me win that one.” 
Senna turned her head, placing a kiss to his palm. “Me too.” 
Rex’s thumb grazed her jaw, brushing against the sensitive spot behind her ear, and Senna’s pulse jumped, and heat and desire flooded through her. She was never going to get tired of him touching her like this, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever stop reacting like this when he did. 
Maybe she didn’t want to.
“Just how good are Hunter’s senses?” she asked. 
Rex didn’t appear to notice the mischievous glint in her eye or the way her tongue was poking between her teeth.
“He’s hypersensitive to smells, sounds, temperature changes, electromagnetic fields, you name it.”
Senna wrinkled her nose. “That sounds… awful. Just a constant sensory overload.”
Rex chuckled. “Oh, if he didn’t block it out, I’m sure it would be. He’s also developed the ability to tune things out, which I imagine was necessary for just existing. So for example, he wouldn’t hear us speaking back here unless he wanted to.” 
“Do you think he’s listening right now?” Senna asked, shifting to lean closer to Rex. She nuzzled at his jaw and felt his breath hitch.
“Why?” he asked, his voice tight, but she didn’t miss the hint of hope in his tone.  
“Oh, no reason,” she replied, her fingers finding their way under Rex’s shirt, trailing along the patch of hair below his navel. Rex inhaled sharply as she undid his belt and trousers, lightly scraping the curls at the base of his cock with her fingernails. She teased him gently, avoiding his hardening length as she allowed her fingertips to lightly stroke down his thighs. She nuzzled against his jaw, feeling the light scrape of his scruff, and smiled as Rex huffed in frustration as she bypassed his cock again, rubbing against his hip bone. 
“Right now, Sen?”
“I want to.”
He huffed at that, stifling a moan behind clenched teeth as she ran her tongue along a tendon in his neck. The sound electrified her.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, allowing her knuckles to brush his cock as she moved her hand again. 
“Like if you don’t touch me in the next five seconds, I’m going to lose my mind,” he growled. 
“But I am touching you.”
“Tease,” he rasped.
Senna grinned before gripping him firmly, and satisfaction coursed through her veins as Rex’s head thunked back against the bunk with a loud groan. 
“Shhhhh, Captain,” she teased in his ear, brushing her thumb over the head of his cock. He whined, and she kissed him hard. “You’re going to have to be more quiet if I’m going to continue. Wouldn’t want the others to hear, would we?”
She twisted her wrist, slowly stroking him, and she felt Rex tense underneath her, his breathing ragged in the dim room. His hand slipped over hers, guiding her pace, and she followed his lead, reveling in the way his cock twitched and pulsed against her palm. 
Rex had impressed her from the moment they’d met, even if she’d thought he was too uptight, too military. But there had never been any doubt that he’d earned his reputation. He commanded respect with his presence alone, he was a brilliant strategist, and he just exuded strength and competence. And yet, here he was, whimpering Senna’s name again, and Maker, it thrilled her. Another burst of heat rushed between her legs, and her hips rocked back and forth, trying to get any semblance of friction from the seams on her trousers. She wanted him, but she understood how he’d held himself back last night. There really was nothing like watching the person she loved, the man she admired, unraveling while whispering her name like a prayer. 
“S-Sen, I’m close,” he gasped. 
“I can feel it,” she whispered. “I want you to cum for me, Rex.”
“‘M g-gonna make a mess,” he warned. 
“And I’ll clean it up,” she replied. His eyes widened, and she pressed closer, her lips grazing the shell of his ear. “I’ve wondered what you taste like, and maybe I’ll finally sate that curiosity.” 
Rex groaned, and she slowed, drawing a frustrated grunt in response. 
“Please,” he begged. 
“Keep it down then, Captain.” 
He glared at her, but dug his teeth into his lower lip to keep himself quiet as she resumed stroking him, tightening her grip slightly. She could hear him breathing sharply through his nose, and she picked up the pace. 
“Maybe I’ll wait to taste you though,” she teased again, and she felt his body tense, muscles straining to keep control of himself. “I think I’d rather have you straight from the source.” 
Rex’s hips jerked, and he moaned quietly behind clenched teeth. 
“Would you like that, Captain? Me on my knees for you with your cock pressed against my tongue?”
“F-fuck, Sen,” Rex swore. “I-I’m…” Senna felt his cock twitch, and moved her hand to catch his spend as he came hard. Spurt after spurt coated her palm until Rex shuddered and relaxed, panting raggedly. Senna slipped away to the small semblance of a ‘fresher that was tucked into the side of the ship to wash her hand before returning to Rex’s side, kneeling next to him as he still tried to catch his breath. She managed to get his pants refastened just as a large hand slipped around the back of her neck and pulled her into a heated, hard kiss. When Rex finally released her, he kept her forehead pressed to his. 
“When we get to our next stop, wherever that is, you and I are going to find a bedroom, and we are not coming out until you’ve screamed yourself hoarse and neither of us can walk right. Got it?” 
Senna chuckled. “Is that what it will take for you to be satisfied?”
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied when it comes to you, Senna Aven,” Rex replied with a huff of a laugh. “I’m fairly certain my body will give out long before my desire does.” 
“Well in that case, you should get some rest.”
“Now who’s keeping who awake,” he teased. 
“That sounds an awful lot like a complaint.”
Rex kissed her again, much more gently this time, and Senna melted into his touch. 
“Not in the slightest,” he whispered. “I love you.” 
Several hours later, Senna felt the ship shudder as it exited the hyperspace lane. She could tell by the mechanical groan of the hyperdrive that they’d pulled off at a point that wasn’t a designated entrance or exit, putting a little more strain on the engine than normal. 
Impressive. Falling out of a lane like that would normally be much bumpier. I’ll have to ask Tech if there’s a mod for that. 
Rex was snoring softly on the lower bunk while Wrecker harmonized at a much louder volume from the bunk above him. 
The large clone had reappeared a while ago along with Hunter to let them know they’d reached out to Senator Organa, but he’d been in a Senate session and was unavailable. When Senna had asked how long they expected the wait to be, Hunter had shrugged. 
“Hard to say. Sometimes hours, sometimes days. Depends on when he can get to a secure location. He knows we have you and Rex and we’re safe, so it won’t be as urgent.” 
“We’re fugitives from the Empire. I’d argue that’s pretty urgent.” 
Hunter had chuckled at that, and irritation flared in Senna, but she subdued it. 
“The Senator has to prioritize things carefully and trust we’ll take care of ourselves to an extent. Otherwise, he’d be racing out of committee meetings every other minute, and that might draw attention.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” Senna conceded. She didn’t like feeling like she was being lectured, and she’d be lying if she said some of her frustration with the rebellion wasn’t bleeding over into this, but even moreso, she didn’t like the idea of Rex being left without additional medical attention. She was unable to keep her eyes from flicking over to where he was sleeping. 
Hunter followed her gaze, and his expression softened. “Organa and the others he works with have a lot of lives depending on them. If one of them raises suspicion, it puts us all at risk. But we’ll make sure Rex gets taken care of. For what it’s worth, Tech said you did an excellent job fixing him up before we got there.” 
“And he doesn’t give out compliments very often,” Wrecker chuckled. “So I’d take that for what it’s worth.” 
Senna had smiled at that, and Hunter had left once more while Wrecker tried unsuccessfully to get her to sleep on the top bunk. She’d insisted on the floor so she’d be closer to Rex in case he needed anything, and the large clone finally relented, offering her another thin blanket from a storage bin before clambering up into the bunk himself. It had only taken a few minutes for his snores to fill the small space, and he’d been going steadily since then, only interrupting himself with the occasional snort or grunt when he shifted. 
Wrecker’s snoring aside, Senna’s mind was far too busy to allow her to sleep. She’d replayed the encounter with the Inquisitor over and over again in her mind, trying to identify anything of importance to be analyzed, but she found nothing that answered any of her queries. It seemed like every thread she pulled just led to more questions. 
Who was he? How many of them are there? He was strong with his control of the Force, so he must have had some training. He could also speak in my mind… I could hear him in my head. Could he hear me? He knew my name. Did he come because there was a reported Force user? Or did he know some other way? 
The final thought chilled her. Force sensitives could usually tell when another was nearby, but that would imply that he’d already been on Lothal. And she’d never sensed him until he’d arrived on that speeder.
Surely he’d have shown up on the Imperial chatter if he was around. Rex and I monitored the comms all the way until the end. Surely there’d have been some indication if someone like that was coming to help with the search? 
There was always the chance that his existence was extremely classified, and maybe the Imperials actually managed to keep something secret for once, but the thought nagged at her. 
If he can sense Force users, how far does that reach? 
And he didn’t kill me. I mean, I’m glad he didn’t. But he could have. He was toying with me. Why let the clones go and keep me alive? 
Unless… unless they are turned Jedi. 
She shuddered at the implication. Some of the familiar fear crept into her veins, cold tendrils of doubt and worry. If they were pursuing former Jedi, then they’d keep chasing her. And if they chased her, that put Rex in danger too. 
Danger he’d say he’s willing to face with you. 
Sweat broke out across the back of her neck, chilling her.
Surely there can’t be many of them then. Right? But likely more than one. The title “Grand” Inquisitor implies that there are lesser Inquisitors.
Questions sprung up everywhere in her mind, and she shoved them to the side to try and sort through later. Heaving a frustrated sigh, she rolled onto her side on the floor, and her eyes fell on the storage bin across from her. 
The armor. 
That was an entirely other puzzle that she wasn’t ready to grapple with. She was certain that would lead to even more questions and even fewer answers. 
Fingertips grazed her shoulder, and she turned to find Rex’s hand dangling over the side of the cot. She rolled back to face him, gently taking his hand and kissing his knuckles. Rex’s snores didn’t falter, and she smiled, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand. 
I have him. I’ll figure the rest out. 
Giving up on the prospect of sleep, Senna pushed herself to her feet, gently tucking Rex’s arm back across his chest and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. He stirred but didn’t wake up, and she watched him sleep peacefully for another few moments before slipping the thin blanket Wrecker had given her around her shoulders, kicking her rucksack that she’d been using as a pillow under the bunk and out of the way, and sliding the door open. 
She padded quietly up through the ship, passing a sleeping Hunter sitting against the hull on the floor and Tech tipped back in a chair and snoring at a haphazard angle near the comm console. 
His neck has got to hurt sleeping like that, Senna thought as she passed by him. No wonder his posture is so awful.
Making her way to the cockpit, she found Echo wide awake and staring out the windows at the stars around them. He turned at the sound of her footsteps, offering her a small smile. 
“Can’t sleep?” she asked, settling into the chair next to him.
He huffed a quiet laugh. “Nah, I don’t do that very well. At least not since…well, you know,” he said, gesturing at his legs and scomp arm.
“Yeah, that’ll do it,” she said, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders.
“What keeps you up?” he asked.
“Oh you know, just your run of the mill problems. Inquisitors and blaster wounds.” She chuckled. “Guess that’s better than the normal nightmares.” 
“Nightmares?” 
Senna picked at the seam of her trousers. “Memories.” 
“Sorry about that,” Echo said quietly, giving her a sad smile.
“Why?” she asked, her eyebrow raising inquisitively.
“Well, you said you weren’t a commander or a general, so I’d imagine you didn’t see much action. That makes me think the worst thing you saw… well, was the end of it all.” 
She nodded, her lips pulled into a thin line. “You all didn’t do it. Nothing to be sorry for.”
“Maybe not, but we were around for it, and it was…awful. I can’t imagine living through it from your perspective.”
Senna remained silent, her fingers tracing the scar on her collarbone absentmindedly as the memories flashed through her mind.
Echo noticed the scar. “Does talking about it help you?” he asked gently.
She met his eyes. “Sometimes. You?”
“Sometimes.”
Reaching over, she gave his arm a squeeze. “Well, if you ever want to talk, I’m a good listener, despite what Rex might tell you,” she joked lightly.
He let his hand rest on hers and squeezed back. “Thank you. The boys try to be sympathetic, but it’s not something they really understand, and they’re not sure how to handle it, and I certainly can’t talk to Omega about it.”
“Where is Omega by the way?” Senna asked. Rex had briefly mentioned the young clone before, and she’d been surprised to not meet her on the ship when they had escaped with the rest of Clone Force 99. 
Echo chuckled. “She’s back at base putting her medical skills to use. She had training back on Kamino, but she thought she could help out the cause by learning more with actual trained medics. Tech is knowledgeable, but even his expertise is limited. We drop in and check on her regularly, but she’s been doing a great job from what we hear. And more importantly, she’s safe.”
Senna smiled, settling back into her chair a little more. She liked how much pride Echo clearly had for the young girl. Remembering Hunter’s comment about the Imperial activity near that base, she sent a silent hope out into the universe that Omega and whoever she was with were safe. She took solace in how unconcerned Echo seemed, hoping that meant that enough security existed to keep him from worrying.
They sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Echo spoke again.
“You know, you’re good for him.”
Senna turned to look at him questioningly, but Echo gave her a knowing look. “Something’s changed since the last time I saw you two. You very obviously care for one another, and I have to say I haven’t seen Rex seem as…unburdened as he does when he’s with you, even with a blaster wound in the middle of his chest.” They laughed quietly before Echo continued. “The war was hard on him, but the last year has been harder. I feel like he’s been trying to outrun the grief he feels. I’m sure you’ve seen it. You’ve probably got plenty of your own.” 
Senna nodded, swallowing a lump in her throat. 
“I’ve known Rex a long time,” Echo said quietly, “And the way you two are together…it’s special.”
She smirked back at him. “Who says we’re together?” she teased.
He grinned at her. “My eyes work just fine, Senna. I see the way he looks at you…and the way you look at him.”
So much for keeping it a secret, I suppose.
She sighed deeply, tipping her head back in the chair. “I fought it for a while,” she confessed. “I was scared for him.” 
“Rex can handle himself.”
“You have a lot of experiences with Inquisitors during the war?” she asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
“We ran up against our fair share of dark Force users.” 
“With Anakin at your back.” 
“Touché.” 
They were silent for a few more moments, Senna nervously chewing on her cuticle before she broached her next question. 
“Do you think it’s a good idea? To have a relationship like this, doing what we do?”
Echo laughed softly. “If you’d asked me four years ago, I’d have told you it’s a terrible idea.” His gaze grew distant, and Senna could tell he was drifting towards his memories as his voice grew more somber. “But if the war and my time… away taught me anything, it’s that life is short, especially for us.” He turned to face her, meeting her eyes. “I missed years of my life. That’s precious time I can’t get back and things I’ll never be able to say to people that I loved.” 
He was smiling, but there was a sadness in him that made Senna want to hug him again. She knew he must be thinking of the brothers he’d lost while he was with the Separatists, especially his twin, Fives. 
“You want my advice?” he asked, rolling his shoulders as if shrugging off the grief. “Don’t waste a second of the life you have worrying about whether or not it’s a good idea to tell someone you care for them.” He sat back heavily in the chair, crossing his arms and staring out at the stars ahead of them. “You never know how much time you have.”
Senna propped her feet up on the console, her brows pinching together as she turned Echo’s words over in her mind. 
“Tech’ll complain if he finds out you put your feet up there,” Echo rumbled. When she turned to look at him, he still had his arms crossed across his chest and his eyes closed, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a smile. 
She grinned, reaching a leg over to nudge his knee with her toe. 
“And here I thought you all were good at keeping secrets.” 
"You know, you actually-"
"Tech, I swear to everything holy, if you don’t back up and let me do this, I'm going to snap your goggles."
Rex sighed from where he was seated at the communications console with Hunter, watching the beginnings of an argument form and feeling too tired to step in the middle.
I’ve already got enough wounds to heal from. Don’t need a wrench to the head. 
It had been a few rotations since they’d escaped Lothal, and after what felt like a hundred games of sabacc and too many ration bars for Senna and Wrecker’s liking, the ship was starting to feel smaller and things were getting chippy. The fact that none of them had showered didn’t help either. 
“If you would just–” Tech tried again.
“I won’t,” Senna snapped, waving her hand dismissively at him as he leaned over her shoulder.
The goggled clone glared at her, moving a few steps back to where he was out of arm's reach but still could watch her work on her datapad. Echo and Wrecker snickered while Hunter rolled his eyes. 
"Tech, let her work on her own equipment," Hunter called loudly.
"She could just be more efficient if she-"
"Ah ah ah ah what did I just say?" Senna interrupted him, waving the tool she was using menacingly at him. "It's my datapad, and I know what I’m doing."
Tech huffed just as the comm panel beeped with an incoming message. 
"Thank the Maker," Hunter muttered, moving over to answer the call with Rex. 
Rex punched in the decryption code as Hunter moved to stand behind the chair. "I see everyone's getting along swimmingly back there," he chuckled.
Hunter sighed deeply. "If we're not careful, we're going to come out of this with one less person, and between you and me, my money's on your girl being the last technical specialist standing."
Rex laughed, but before he could respond, Bail Organa's face appeared before them, glowing blue in the dimly-lit cabin. 
"Greetings, Captain. Sergeant." 
Both clones nodded in acknowledgement. 
"I apologize for the delay," Organa continued. "Finding accommodations for all of you has proven rather difficult. There is much turmoil and fear right now, particularly with your confirmed report of an Inquisitor. Our allies are very nervous about taking on additional people to harbor at the moment without proper security precautions in place."
That doesn't sound good, Rex thought, his brows furrowing with concern.
Hunter sighed. “And if we had any safe houses left, we’d have gone there. Unfortunately, we’ve burned through those as well. So what’s the plan, Senator?”
Organa grinned. "You are to come here. To Alderaan."
Rex and Hunter shot each other a look. 
"Senator, with all due respect, that seems like a very bad and dangerous idea," Hunter argued.
The senator laughed. "It certainly is, but at this time, it's the best we've got. We need to get you here and get both Captain Rex and Specialist Aven debriefed as quickly as possible to learn what they know. I am hopeful that the information they provide will put minds at ease and fill in gaps our allies are currently filling with their own worst-case theories. So, you are to come here. Unless you'd rather continue to stay parked out in deep space for another few rotations until a better solution can be reached." His barely-hidden smirk left Rex with the impression that Organa had guessed they were getting tired of breathing the same air. 
If he did, the senator had to only wait a few seconds to have his theory confirmed as the sound of a scuffle suddenly broke out at the back of the ship, followed by a snapping sound and a loud curse. Senna’s raised voice easily carried to where Rex and Hunter were leaned over the communications console.
"I KRIFFING TOLD YOU I WOULD IF YOU DIDN’T BACK OFF, TECH!" 
Rex leaned back in his seat and could see Echo standing in between Senna and Tech, gently trying to keep her from grabbing Tech’s goggles again, which were sitting askew on his face, and Rex could see the beginnings of a red mark forming across Tech’s forehead. Wrecker was roaring with laughter and being absolutely no help at all. If anything, he was egging them on. Rex didn’t like the look in Senna’s eye as her tongue poked out between her teeth, and Tech was doing nothing to help himself by wagging a scolding finger at her.
It was clear the senator could hear the argument, his expression asking a question neither clone felt like answering. Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as Rex leaned forward with a pained smile on his face. 
"We'll be there in a rotation, Senator."
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You wrote daddy stark content but I'm craving more 🫠 how about a hcs with daddy stark being absolutely in love with his wife's big belly, kissing and all that cute things, and then absolutely in love with his baby boy (yes, he's a boy daddy, change my mind), cuddling him and talking with that cute voice, basically cute and cuddly husband and daddy stark 🥹🥹🥹
I thought you meant daddy as in, ya know, Daddy, at first 🤧 But I’m still on board 🙌 He deserves to have more family content ❤ And yes on this blog he has two sons and I won’t be taking criticism💅
More Pregnancy/Family Headcanons ❤️
Warnings: no specific genders/pronouns used for reader | some mild pregnancy references in the beginning
💠He was already excited, but once you start showing, and when it's suddenly rolling and kicking -he's rolling and kicking- in there, he's practically glued to your side for a while! He's already so in love with his son, and it's obvious he can't wait any longer because most nights he's curled up next to your tummy before bed, or buried in your chest with a hand trying to feel those kicks that he usually catches too late 🥺
💠Aaaaand when you start showing, he goes full on into every mode you can think of! Dad Mode, Protective Mode, Overly Affectionate Mode, you name it.
💠It just suddenly feels more real and sudden, and he's realizing that maybe this house isn't the best place for his baby. It wasn't necessarily designed with a family in mind, after all 😅 But with the help of JARVIS, he can figure out a few ways to baby-proof this place a little better! But then even he's fumbling to practice unlocking those baby-proof locks, and after testing out a few child locks on JARVIS and his answers, he might accidentally get himself kicked out of admin privileges and still runs into a few issues where he can't get a question answered or a query run because it's considered "dangerous" 😭 It's not technically perfect, but he'll settle for Stark proof! Surely if he can't get into it, neither could his kid, right?
💠 You're pretty sure he's more excited than you to work on the nursery! He's just excited to be involved in something he never thought he would be! And just wants to go above and beyond before baby is even born 🥺 and make sure he'll already have the best of everything!
💠 You'll probably end up in very silly arguments, and honestly let Tony just have his way for this one. He did design this house, so surely he can do a decent job on the room! He's having a crisis on step one: the color scheme 😔 He wants a more "gender neutral" color, but there are too many shades of yellows and greens! You'll have to help him out, and calm him down… a newborn is not going to be picky about whether his room is mint green or vanilla yellow 🤧
💠 He's very proud when he gets it painted and hangs some pretty white curtains over the window! "What do you think?" He asks very excitedly, resting his hands on either side of your belly and kissing the top of your head. It's still empty other than a white wooden crib that hasn't been put together yet, its pieces scattered in the corner, but it's coming together. "It's cute." You smile back at him, sliding your hands up and down his forearms encouragingly. He leans in for a quick kiss before looking down. "What do you think, junior?" You giggle when he bends down to kiss your stomach, pressing a cheek to you and waiting a few moments as if listening. He hums in thought and looks around. "The ceiling needs something cute."
💠You try to help him out, but he might be a little overbearing. You find some cute dragonfly string lights, trying to hang them up while he surprisingly struggles with the crib. But he's probably struggling because he's too busy keeping an eye on you on that ladder, but he doesn't want to kick you out either because you're having fun decorating too :(
💠Honestly anything you do gives him half a heart attack! You're pregnant, not dying 🙄 though it may feel like you are sometimes If you need any help, he's there! And if you don't, he's still there! Depending on what it is, he might just do it for you and convince you to rest, especially the further along you get. It doesn't matter how much you protest, but hands cupping your cheeks and a few forehead kisses oughta calm you down! And if it doesn't, he'll give your lips a nice long smooch next. Can't be so huffy when you're out of breath, after all 😌 And he can be pretty convincing 😉
💠If you're going out, so is he! If he's not around, someone's going with you. He's always been a little overprotective, but now you're very pregnant and also kinda, ya know, married to Iron Man, so you can probably see where all of that protectiveness comes from
💠But don't worry! When you do go out, he's not some paranoid bodyguard constantly on the lookout. He is always on the lookout for more stuff to put in the nursery, though! You might have to stop him from getting yet another stuffed animal to clutter the little wardrobe with, but you can stop him from getting that cute little outfit he spotted!
💠And speaking of not being around, he hates being gone! For a number of reasons. But once he's home, he's all over you. Your tummy always gets kisses right after you, but eventually you'll become second in line for kisses, sorry 😇 You both get goodnight and good morning kisses, and sometimes he'll talk all about the mission he just went on as if reciting an epic tale, and it won't ever fail to make you laugh. He's working on his bedtime story skills, okay!
💠Your usual cuddle positions might have to get a little rearranged for a while, especially towards the end, but as long as he can keep a hand on your belly and have easy kissing access to your cheek or your hair he's fine! It's harder for you to get comfortable than for him, and harder to snuggle into his chest like you probably used to :/
💠And by the time you get around 32 weeks, he's making it very loud and clear that he should only be called in an emergency, especially if you've already gotten a due date. And to please try and leave him alone for at least a few weeks afterward 😪
💠And once he is born, Tony hardly lets him out of his sight (and his arms). The two were already the best of friends even when he was kicking his father from the womb, but they're pretty inseparable!
💠You all definitely get into a schedule. You take certain shifts, and Tony takes certain shifts. Tony takes any of the late nights and early mornings. He's probably already awake anyway, and he wakes up pretty quickly too, so he doesn't mind!
💠Well, he says he doesn't mind, but he's always pretty exhausted. You'll often find them both asleep by the time you wake up. Your son is always bundled up in one of the many blankets around here and peacefully curled on his father's chest. If you can't find them, they're likely in the lab! Until he starts to reach out to touch things and starts crawling around, that is… He hates to kick out his lab buddy, but this isn't exactly the safest area for a baby to be wandering around 😞
💠Sometimes he'll find the two of you asleep, too (or maybe you're just resting your eyes- you didn't fall asleep, really!) , and it's definitely one of his favorite things to see ❤️ If you're on the sofa or maybe even in bed, he's 100% just snuggling into you too! He's wrapping an arm over yours and giving both of you a little kiss before nosing into your neck. He's probably also falling asleep, especially if he's just come home. And now you have two babies 😇 If you're in the recliner in the nursery, he'll carefully give you both a kiss and take baby from you to put to bed. And then he has to wake you up to get you to bed... but surely he can make up for it, though😌😉
💠 He'll love it just as much if you curl up with them, too! Though, sometimes he'll get a little cramped, but he doesn't want to disturb either of you :( You're both too cute for him to move you aside 🥰
💠They also blow kisses to each other before Tony leaves 🥺 And if you're holding him when he comes in for a hug, he'll try to grab at dad's shirt or neck to be held. Tony will always hold him for a minute or two, but he can only stick around for a few more cheek kisses before he has to go :( You all hate when he leaves, and it's hard on you all. Your son knows dad put him into his crib at night, and is always the one getting him up in the morning.
💠But as soon as Tony is home, the house is always full of cooing and laughter from both of them. You're pretty sure Tony tells the best jokes in baby talk, but too bad neither of you understands it! His dad is always messing with him, too, but at least he thinks it's funny! Tony is always bouncing those tiny feet and blowing raspberries. When he starts to reach out to touch dad's face, Tony very sweetly kisses the hand trying to grab his nose and poke his cheeks. Until he starts poking him in the eye 😪 and your son thinks it's hilarious when he replies with an ow and starts shaking his little arm
💠Just as you always gave Tony a heart attack while pregnant, he's probably going to give you a heart attack with your baby. As soon as he can hold his head up, Tony is out there with him in the pool! Holding him of course, but he will literally be throwing him in the air and catching him 😰 They're both having a great time, at least! But you might not be 🤧 And when he's still really small, Tony will just carry him around in the crook of one arm, and will even continue to work, and bend, and walk- even in public. It probably looks like he's being a bit careless, but he's really not! And besides, you know from experience how comfortable and secure those strong arms can be 😌
💠And do we even need to mention the lab? You'll have plenty reason to be wary of it, but sometimes Tony likes to have company down there. When he's not blowing stuff up, of course! Plus, he's always busy, and might not get as much time with him as you usually do, so how could you say no? Tony is actually pretty responsible! You can trust him not to get into anything too flammable! Not around the baby, at least...
💠Tony spoils the hell out of him without meaning too. Tony might be able to rock him pretty often and bounce him on his leg, but when Tony is gone, you don't tend to have that luxury. Putting him back into his bouncers can be a nightmare, but keeping him swaddled to your chest or back will satiate him if you can get by! Don't worry: it doesn't work out in Tony's favor, either. Sometimes he's busy, but he can't help but bend to his son's will and keep him in his arms. He can't stand the crying anyway, and he may also need him quiet while he's on a pretty important phone call 😅 Sometimes he can hand him off to you, but sometimes you're busy or gone! He'll struggle with properly doing it at first, but he'll pick up on what you do: swaddle him in a blanket and tie it around your chest and/or back. Baby is secured and happy! And it leaves your hands free to keep working. It's probably a little funny to see him walking around the lab with his son on his back, but it works! It also seems to help put him to sleep, at least 😮‍💨
💠When he really starts to babble more, you'll probably be wondering who tf Tony is talking to. He'll just straight up talk to his infant son like an adult, but he does answer, to be fair. You'll hear him in the kitchen talking about air fryers and agreeing with that nonsensical babbling (our son says we need an air fryer, btw), or he might be complaining about a character in a show and he'll act just as outraged 😂 He'll even mimic the hand motions! It's quite adorable, and there will be no doubt about which mini-me he is 🥰
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I thought of a silly hypothetical ship that I think has real potential and I want to know what you think about it: Marya Maximoff x Edwin Jarvis. I think Wanda and Pietro would both be overjoyed. IMO Pietro probably considers Jarvis more of a father than Magneto
Leave my bibi alone..... she's been through so much already. The last thing she needs is to uproot herself, move to New York, of all places, and be put through the immigration wringer just to take up with some gadjo whose life revolves around a mansion that's being constantly attacked or blown up.
I'm joking. Jarvis is great, and I do believe that Wanda and Pietro love him-- and the Avengers haven't operated out of the mansion in ages. I do feel like Wanda and Pietro could be doing more to provide for Marya, now that the know she's alive, but my instinct says that they'd want her to be safe and content, and not get her mixed up in the craziness of their lives. I don't know if Marya would want to leave her home country and whatever family/community she has left in Transia. That raises the question of why the twins aren't more involved in the community themselves, which just goes to show that these writers... don't understand Roma.
Anyways, I do believe that Marya's absence is one of the most egregious oversights in Orlando's writing. He's put so much effort into revamping Wanda's "chosen family" and recontextualizing her family relationships, but we don't hear a single word about her aunt/adoptive mother, who is basically Wanda's only living connection to her community and culture? That's actually a huge problem for me.
I know that Scarlet Witch (2023) was incredibly cramped for time, and that's not his fault, but just giving Marya a quick shoutout, or even a brief mention in that Who Is... oneshot would have been worth so much. If Orlando is worried about not being able to appropriately convey Romani cultural context or talk about Wanda's upbringing, he can reach out to sensitivity readers or try to get a co-writer for an issue. He did it for Thunderbird. And there are tactful ways to acknowledge Wanda's heritage and how important her living Romani family is without crossing boundaries. So, I'm definitely hoping for a Marya appearance in the next volume of SW.
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soliloquent-stark · 2 months
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6 & 15 for the air your grievances ask game <3
6. What's the most likely reason you'd unfollow someone on tumblr?
either posting too much content that is completely irrelevant to me and unfortunately clogging my feed, or bashing characters/ships, again to a level i can't tolerate. i know i responded in a different post that all opinions can have space on tumblr, but that's why i ignore or unfollow — i'm not gonna engage with it. let people say whatever, but i don't have to read your 12-page essay on why my ship doesn't make sense to you. also any kind of speculation on the personal lives of mcu actors (cough cough chris) will get you unfollowed and maybe even blocked because... what the fuck.
15. Name an aspect of [insert character] that you think gets frequently overlooked in fanfiction characterizations/deserves more attention/exploration
you didn't specify so i went with tony — many fanfics will talk about howard's impact on tony, the ptsd after new york, civil war, thanos... but i personally think the trauma of being betrayed by who was your only parental figure for years, and a trusted business partner on top of that, someone you even called uncle... that's trauma that needs to be explored. it's unfortunate he's not really mentioned again in the mcu, even though it's clearly a huge moment in his life and adds to his trust issues. besides the arms dealing, the man tried to have him assassinated then tried to kill him himself, like, hello?? plus overall the trauma of afghanistan, captivity, torture, seeing your name plastered on their weapons, the open heart surgery, losing yinsen... iron man 1 really does pack a punch, doesn't it?
and losing jarvis in aou, too. that should be talked about more, for sure. he was basically his best friend for so many years. ugh. :(
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Cookies And Cuteness
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Wanda Maximoff X Reader
Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?
A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.
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Chapter 2- W/c 3.2k
Cookies And Cuteness Ringing the bell, you waited patiently outside the Maximoff's residence for Mr Jarvis, or Vision as Wanda had told you to call him despite what he says, to answer the door and let you in from the slight chill from the wind. After a minute or so, the blonde man appeared, dressed in another suit and ready to leave.
"The boys are inside," is all he says before brushing past you, walking towards his car and climbing in without looking back at you. You ignore his lack of greeting and make your way inside to see the twins sitting at the table, grumpily slouched over their work that's on the table.
"What did the paper ever do to you, Tommy?" you tease, noticing the scowl he was giving the sheets in front of him.
"Y/n!" Both boys cheer, jumping out of their chairs and sprinting over to you at the door frame, their small bodies colliding with your legs as they hug you. "Can we go to Mars now?" Tommy looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, his brother mirroring the look making your composure almost falter. "Please?" he tries again, your heart struggling to deal with the way they were looking at you with such hopeful expressions.
"Once you finish your work," you manage to say the right thing instead of giving into them and doing as they wish. You hear a noise of complaint from Tommy and merely give him a semi-stern look to make him not argue back. You sit with them as they finish off the last few questions, Billy finishing before his brother and trying to patiently wait, his body practically buzzing with excitement.
Tommy soon completes the last question, both of their heads snapping over to you with grins on their faces. A chuckle leaves your lips at the anticipation on their faces and wonder how a game could get two boys so easily excited. The sound of your chair moving backwards has them leaping out of their seats and into the living room, you following swiftly behind.
"Pshhht, this is your captain speaking again," your hand makes the same shape as it did on Friday, a fist that was supposedly supposed to be a radio thing to talk into. "Are you ready for the Mission to Mars?"
"Yeah!" they both exclaim, standing on either side of you.
"Taking off in 5..." you let them take over the countdown once again, watching how their faces light up.
"4...3...2...1!" This time you wrap an arm around both twins, lifting them up and spinning in a circle to make them squeal with excitement and joy. You walk around the sofa with them in your arms and gently drop them onto it, their bodies bouncing on the cushions while cute giggles spill from their lips.
"Oh no," your voice feigns worry, "There's a tickle monster on Mars!" you chase the boys who scream as they rush off the sofa, running around trying to escape you. You pull Tommy back gently, trapping him with one arm while the other tickles him relentlessly. Laughter tumbles from him as his body squirms in your hold, you eventually letting him go by dropping him on the sofa again with a teasing smile. Your attention turns to Billy, whose face momentarily pales, and walk towards him, face softening. "The only way to stop the tickle monster is to hug them," you whisper, him crashing into your body to stop you from tickling him. Cuteness overloads you as he clings onto you, hugging your leg and looking up at you with a grateful smile. "Ahhhh," you fall back onto the sofa, Tommy watching next to you as Billy falls with you, "You defeated the Tickle Monster!"
The two of them start to laugh as you dramatically act dead, them poking you making you laugh as well, poking them back until you hear the sound of a belly rumble.
"Seems like defeating the Tickle monster made you hungry," you tease Billy, who shyly smiles, his brother grinning at him.
"Can we make cookies, Y/n?" Tommy questions, Billy's eyes lighting up at the idea of food, especially cookies.
"Do either of you know how to make cookies?" you sit upright, back cracking slightly as you move from the awkward position the tickle monster died in. They shake their head at you with sheepish smiles, you trying hard to remember how your father used to make them with you. "I guess we're doing it the Y/l/n style way then," standing from the chair, you make your way into the kitchen, a small 'wow' leaving your lips as you properly take in the grand room.
With the gaze of two intrigued boys on you, you search the cupboards for the ingredients you would need before placing them on the kitchen island and finding the equipment you would need.
"Have you ever helped your mom make cookies?" you ask, turning your attention from the flour bag to the twins.
"We help..." Tommy says, Billy hiding his smile behind his hands as his brother tells a half truth.
"Oh really?" they both nod their head, "What do you help with?"
"We taste the chocolate chips and make sure they're ok to put in the cookies," Billy says, his brows furrowing when he can't see any with the other ingredients you've put out. "Where's the chocolate chips?"
"I hate to break it to you but there aren't any in these cookies," their faces drop at the news but you're quick to fix it, "But you get to decorate these cookies with icing, and we can cut them into shapes." Excitement reignites in their faces, and you chuckle at how cute they are.
"So, the first thing we need to do is preheat the oven and get the trays ready," you turn the oven on to 180 degrees and grab trays to grease and line with cookie sheets, the boys focussing as they watch you prepare the basics. "Now we measure out the ingredients," you help the boys measure out the ingredients on the scales until you have 225g of unsalted butter and caster sugar in separate bowls, along with 330g of plain flour in another.
Laughter echoes around the room as flour manages to get everywhere, Tommy ripping open the bag a little too enthusiastically resulting in you being covered in flour. Neither twin tells you about the massive streak of white powder on your face, deciding it would be funny to subtly giggle when you would look at them.
"Good job," you say when they manage to get everything done, "Ok, so now we need to beat the butter and the sugar together till it's light and fluffy. Then we'll add a splodge of vanilla extract and the egg."
"How much is a splodge?" Billy asks, turning to you when it's time to add the vanilla in.
"Uhh," you say, a little embarrassed as you're not sure how to describe it. "About a teaspoon?" he looks at you blankly as he has no idea how much that is. "I'll tell you when to stop," he starts to pour it in and when you consider it enough you stop him, Tommy then adding the egg while the food mixer beats it all together. "The next step is to put all the dry ingredients together," you watch closely as Tommy holds the bowl of flour still while Billy adds two teaspoons of baking powder with your help. "Now this is the important part," you say, them looking at you with concentrated looks, "We add the flour bowl into the wet bowl, but we have to do it slowly and not put it all in at once." Carefully, you get both of them to add in the flour and baking powder, the mixture becoming a dough.
"Why are you doing that?" Tommy curiously asks as you sprinkle a little flour onto a spare baking sheet.
"Putting flour down helps stop the dough sticking to the sheet when we roll it," you explain, him nodding in understanding, "We also do this to help with that issue," your hand sprinkles a little more onto the rolling pin before handing it towards them. "Who wants to roll the dough?" Tommy decides he'll roll it with your help while Billy searches for cookie cutters.
Within a few minutes, you have all the dough cut into various shapes, some simple circles while others are in heart or star shapes, one being a weird blob as it was the excess dough that wasn't enough to fill a cutter.
"While they're in the oven, how about you two draw some designs of how you want to decorate the cookies?" Their eyes widen in excitement, especially Billy, before they rush off to grab pencil crayons and paper. You watch with a smile on your face, remembering the many times you did this with your father. While you clean up all the dishes you've used, washing and drying them in record speed and moving to grab what you need for the icing, the memory of icing sugar getting everywhere when you made it with your dad invades your thoughts, his beard covered in a white dust while he would chase you, trying to hug you and get you covered in the powder.
Around ten minutes later, the oven beeps and you take the trays out, moving them to a cooling rack and ushering the twins back to the table to continue drawing after they leaped from their seats at the timer going off. You make piping bags out of plastic wallets, hoping Wanda wouldn't mind the fact you just cut the tips off two bags for the boys to use, and fill them halfway with the icing you made.
"Ok, so you each get a few cookies to decorate," you give them each an equal amount and watch as they start to try and copy a few designs. Billy adds a few sprinkles to his in an artistic way, your lips tugging up into a smile at how happy he looks while Tommy tries to add as many as he could to get a sugar rush, you having to give him a 'sprinkle ban'. Eventually, you end up with an array of...artistic cookies? Creative cookies? You weren't sure how to describe them, all you knew was that they looked good considering the age of the twins. When you looked over them once again, your eye caught a certain cookie that Billy had made.
"This is amazing Billy," the cookie was cut into a heart shape with the white icing spread almost evenly all the way across it, sprinkles spelling out 'Mom' while also lining the edge of the cookie. His face lit up at your praise, Tommy also looking at the cookie in awe of his brother.
"Thank you, Y/n," his voice quiet as he looks up at you, "I made it for mom, I hope she likes it."
"She'll absolutely love it Billy," your hand rests on his shoulder, squeezing gently before he moves to put it on a plate. The boys place all the cookies on a large plate, you clean up the mess while they wash their hands and try a cookie each. You hear them talking about how good they are, trying to ask for another but you put your foot down and say they have to wait for their mother. "No more," you repeat when they try and give you puppy dog eyes once again, "Go and watch TV mini Maximoffs." Billy's and Tommy's eyes widen at the nickname you've given them, smiling breaking out on their faces implying they love it.
You wash the remaining bowls that were used, the sound of keys in the door catching your attention. You hear the boys call out to Wanda, excitedly telling her to follow them to the kitchen. After drying the last bowl, you turn around to face Wanda, who is now being shown all the cookies, her face softening at the one specially made for her. When her gaze meets you, an adorable laugh escapes her, a nervous smile breaking out on your face as she chuckles at you, shaking her head slightly.
"Oh sweetheart," she sighs out softly, a smile gracing her lips as she walks up to you. Frozen on the spot, you watch as she stops just in front of you, the scent of her perfume invading your senses making your body buzz at how close she was. Her fingers delicately hold your chin, tilting your head up to look at her more clearly while her other hand grabs a cloth from the countertop. Your eyes take in her features as you're so close, gaze lingering on her plump lips a little too long before snapping back to her enchanting green eyes when you feel her press the cloth against your forehead, wiping the flour streak off your face. "There you go," she murmurs almost lovingly, her fingers brushing over your cheeks for a second before returning to her side.
"Thank you," you manage out, face red at the interaction. Wanda simply smiles at you before turning back to her sons, asking them about their day while biting into the cookie Billy made for her, a sound of enjoyment escaping her which implants itself in your mind.
"These are delicious Y/n," her praise makes you smile, a warm feeling bubbling in your chest at the way she smiles at you, nose scrunching a little. "And they are decorated so nicely," she grins at her boys, bringing them in for side hugs and holding tightly to make them laugh.
"We have one more cookie to show," Tommy says, wriggling his way out of his mother's arms and finding a specific cookie hidden away. "This is for you Y/n," he presents to you the blob shaped cookie, now decorated in an abundance of sprinkles and icing making you feel fuzzy inside.
"Oh, Tommy," you say sincerely, "Thank you so much." He hands you the cookie in a tissue, you wrap it up in another so you can take it home while the boys persuade their mom to let them have another one to eat. They run off into the living room, munching away, while Wanda leans against the countertop next to you, arms wrapping around her middle as she tilts her head slightly while smiling tenderly.
"You didn't have to clean up, you know?" her fingers twirl her wedding ring around while she speaks to you, the action reminding you of the fact she's a married woman and you shouldn't be enjoying her company as much as you were.
"I couldn't just leave them for you to do, you've been working, and I made the mess," your tone is confused as she shakes her head, smiling still gracing her features though.
"Your parents must really love you helping around the house," she teases, your mood dampening at the mention of you parents, a fake smile covering up the change in spirit.
"Yeah, they must do," your voice goes quieter at the end, Wanda not noticing though because the boys start to disagree on something in the other room. Both of you go to investigate, finding them bickering about which cartoon to watch.
"Boys," Wanda says, her tone switching to a stern mother as she places her hands on her hips and looks at them. They stop but scowl at each other a little, you chuckle at how they switched from playing with one another to being mad.
"Hey mini Maximoffs," you interrupt, Wanda's brows raising at the nickname, face softening from her serious state, "Don't start arguing with each other and being bad for your mom." They look down a little guilty, Wanda mouthing a 'thank you' before she tells the boys to find something they both like.
"I'm going to head off now," you say once everything is settled, Wanda walking you to the door and paying you a more reasonable amount than last time.
"Thank you for taking care of them," her body leans against the door as you step outside, body angled to look at her."
"It was no problem, Wanda, enjoy the rest of your night."
"You too, get home safely," the door moves to close when you start to walk away, Wanda staring at your figure for a moment longer before fully closing the door.
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Keys rattle in the door as you finally get home, shrugging your backpack off and carefully taking your cookie out your coat pocket and laying it on the table. You wander through your apartment, the only sound coming from the Tv in the living room makes you head there first.
"Hey mum..." you let the words die in your throat when you see your mother, her body slouched on the sofa, wine bottles scattered on the floor as her hand falls limp at her side. You let out a tired sigh, walking over to her slowly, picking up the empty wine glass and bottles to take them to the kitchen before going back to where she laid passed out. "Come on mum, wake up," you gently shake her, her sluggishly waking up a little.
"Go away," she slurs, trying to hit you away but failing miserably as she can barely keep her arm up.
"No come on, we need to get you in bed," you don't bother hiding the annoyance or disappointment in your voice, tired of how much she'd drink. It wasn't even eight o'clock on a Monday and she was wasted.
"Just fuck off," her words mumbled, you let out a defeated breath and making your way out of the room. You grab her a blanket and return to cover her with it, guiding her head from its awkward position and letting her sleep on the sofa.
"Love you too," you mutter in distaste, ignoring the groan coming from her and making your way to your own room. You crouch down, hands sliding under your bed looking for a box before pulling it out. Carefully, you open the lid, revealing the money Wanda gave you last week and now today as you put it in, smiling at the little progress.
With the money your dad left you and the money you were now saving, it wouldn't take long for you to have enough to rent out your own place and finally leave this home once you turned eighteen. You loved your mother like any child should, you did, but you couldn't help the way you started to hate her, despise her for the things she'd do or say to you. When you were younger you two were much closer, not as close as you and your father, but you still loved each other deeply until the incident happened and everything changed.
Before you could drown yourself in the hurtful thoughts, you pushed your body back to its feet, grabbing the cookie and taking it to your room to eat while finishing off the rest of your schoolwork. You thought back to today with the twins, a subconscious smile taking over your face when your thoughts drifted back to a certain older woman; the way her green eyes would gaze at you caringly, the soft and delicate touch of her fingers on your face, the angelic laughter that spilt from her lips.
You couldn't get her off your mind, and if you were being honest, you didn't want to.
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I totally didn't just take the cookie recipe from BBC food guides...
I'm not allowed in the kitchen, ok? I'll end up burning the house down.
I hope you enjoyed :)
Please leave any thoughts/comments, they're really appreciated <3
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✨ Commander Cody by @livingthehighloaf
✨ Commander Cody by @thepatchycat
✨ A whole trooper rainbow by @cobaltbeam
✨ Overalls by @pinkiemme
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✨ Bacta Info Sheet by @writingbylee
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✨ Dark Side Divas
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✨ YourWeirdAuntShop
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the 501st
✨ Just because I said ‘wouldn’t it be funny’ doesn’t mean you need to go out and do it. by @wild-karrde | Rating: G*
anakin skywalker
✨ Where Catalysts Stand Down by sphinxscribe | Rating: T
arc trooper fives
✨ Drift by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ I Need to Feel by @gotomarvelgal | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ Reflection by @damerondala | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ Under the Sheets by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+
the bad batch
✨ The Gym Membership by @imabeautifulbutterfly | Rating: T
baze malbus
✨ With Grace by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M
boba fett
✨ Tender Affection by @bobafetts-princess | Rating: Explicit 18+
bodhi rook
✨ How Generous the Stars by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M
✨ Warmhearted by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M
cad bane
✨ The Hat Collection by @itsagrimm | Rating: Explicit 18+
captain rex
✨ A Glimpse of Us by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ Call Me Home by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ Call of the Sea by LadySongmaster | Rating: T
✨ Forever and for always by @tempest-sun | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M
cassian andor
✨ Our Peace by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M
clone commando gregor
✨ Three wishes by @rain-on-kamino | Rating: Explicit 18+
commander bacara
✨ Abrasion by @notquitecandid | Rating: Explicit 18+
commander cody
✨ academic rivals by @obixwan | Rating: G*
✨ ―and your people shall never be destroyed." by whymylife | Rating: G
✨ Bury Me Here by @morganas-pendragons | Rating: T*
✨ have mercy on my rough and rowdy days by @obixwan | Rating: G*
✨ Headcanons by @masterjedilenawrites | Rating: G*
✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M
✨ Just This Once by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+
commander fox
✨ Caf Delivery Service by @palpipeen | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ Commander Fox is Completely Fine by Maddy_B / @spacerocksarethebestrocks | Rating: Explicit 18+
commander wolffe
✨ The Hunt. by @moonstrider9904 | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M
✨ Pieces by @teletraan-meets-jarvis | Rating: M
✨ Take Care by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ Welcome Company. by @uponrightful | Rating: Explicit 18+
crosshair
✨ Family Epilogue by @theangstyboiblog | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ Fantasy Interrogation by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ Last Time by @marshmellow-cannibal | Rating: M
din djarin
✨ “Breathe through your nose.” by @lowlights | Rating: Explicit 18+
dogma
✨ One More Hour by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+
echo
✨ Make you feel my love by @rain-on-kamino | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ Same Heart by @dumfanting | Rating: Explicit 18+
fennec shand
✨ Respite by @ficsnooneaskedfor | Rating: Explicit 18+
garsa fwip
✨ Respite by @ficsnooneaskedfor | Rating: Explicit 18+
hardcase
✨ “I licked it so it’s mine now!” by @wild-karrde | Rating: G*
hunter
✨ Toxic by @moonstrider9904 | Rating: Explicit 18+
kix
✨ Babysitting by @showerthoughtsonly | Rating: G*
obi wan kenobi
✨ One More Last Time by @pickleprickle | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ Taking Flight by @pickleprickle | Rating: Explicit 18+
✨ The Three Times You Meet Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the Last by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+
original characters
✨ 𑁍⋆ Eya - Ep. III ⋆𑁍 by @galacticgraffitiaffiti | Rating: Explicit 18+
paz vizsla
✨ In Shades of Moonlight by @princessxkenobi | Rating: T*
plo koon
✨ Plo Koon (insecure reader) by @firstofficerwiggles | Rating: T
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babyjakes · 2 years
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the cost of failure.
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summary | after causing the team to fail a critical mission, you lock yourself away in your room, unable to face your team. days later, steve finally decides he’s ready to come looking for you. what he isn’t ready for is the complete mess you’ve become.
pairing | steve rogers x avenger!reader
warnings | sad angsty :-( reader being very hard on self, negative self-talk, a few booboos from the mission, steve being the softest ever <3, fluff, cuddles :’-)
word count | 1,153
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requested by @wecanfeelsofarbutsoclose | Back again with a request! Steve Rogers this time! Basically the reader is having a rough time adjusting to their new life with the avengers and after they mess up during a mission they kind of fall into a really sad persona and sort of shut down, locking themselves away in their room. Steve takes it upon himself to cheer them up coming over and cuddling them and just the both of them being vulnerable with each other, soft moments galore!
an | hi friend!! i love this request so much soft steve is just :’-) everything i need and more. this is my first time writing for steve so idk how it’s gonna go but!! he’s my favorite so i hope you enjoy <3 (thanks!!! so much for all your requests they’ve all been so good youre literally my hero)
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Huddled up in a ball on the small two-section sofa in your room, you gaze out your window through tears, pulling your blanket more tightly around you as you look out on the brightly lit city below. Slowly, your focus begins to soften, and you begin to see your reflection staring back at you in the smooth glass. At the faint sight of the dark bruise running along your cheek, a tear escapes down the side of your nose. Sighing, you whisper to yourself, “What on earth am I doing here?”
A quiet knock on your door sounding from across the room breaks your train of thought. “Y/n?” a deep voice calls, your heart sinking in your chest when you realize who it belongs to. Maybe if I don’t respond, he’ll think I’m asleep, you think to yourself, mortified by the thought of facing the captain after all the trouble you’ve caused. Holding your breath, you wait in silence, hoping he’ll leave.
After a few moments, more knocks sound, louder this time. “Y/n, are you in there? No one’s seen or heard from you in days,” he says, the concern in his voice audible.
Your eyes sting as more tears trail down your face; you feel trapped. The last thing you want to do is let Steve see you in such a pathetic state, but you know you’re probably only making things worse for yourself by hiding. Taking in a shaky breath, you clear your throat, stating barely above a whisper, “JARVIS, unlock the door, please.”
“Of course, Ms. Y/l/n,” the robot responds gently, followed by the faint sound of the bolts in your door shifting. Then, the handle turns, and in walks Steve Rogers.
The light in the room is low, allowing you to only see a bit more than his outline. He’s dressed normally, which makes sense. After the mission a few days ago went so poorly, it was clear that everyone would be taking a well-needed break. He wears a simple navy sweater and black jeans, his hair combed back neatly like always. Stepping a bit further into the room, he closes the door behind him, pausing before advancing any further.
Anxiety builds in your chest as you begin to imagine all the things he could be planning on saying to you, the things that have been circling through your head ever since you went completely braindead mid-mission and cost the team the precious intelligence you were so desperately seeking. Steve’s gaze falls on you, and as he takes a few steps closer, you wince.
“Y/n,” he breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper, a stark contrast to the harsh tone you were anticipating. Noticing your tenseness, he softens his posture as he makes his way across the remainder of the room, stopping once he’s reached the couch. “Can I sit?” he asks, acutely aware of the way your smaller frame is cowering. Unsure of what to say, you simply nod.
Lowering himself gently onto the cushion, he takes a moment to look you over more thoroughly. He frowns at your bruise, the lack of anger and disappointment in his expression surprising you. “Y/n,” he says, his voice dripping with worry. “What’s going on? You haven’t left your room since we got back on Saturday.“
Swallowing hard, you try to think of a believable response. The last thing you want to do is admit to him that you’ve spent the past few days just like this, curled up in a ball and crying. “I j-just figured I should take some time away from everybody,” you say slowly, unable to look him in the eyes.
“Why’d you figure that?” Steve asks, furrowing his brow.
“J-just… I’ve caused enough trouble already,” you mumble. A look of understanding crosses the man’s face as he finally understands your sad state, and he sighs.
“Y/n,” he says, empathetic to your position but also heartbroken at how hard you’ve clearly been on yourself. “No one’s upset with you for what happened the other day, I promise you. Nobody blames you; it was an honest mistake and-”
“I doubt that,” you mutter bitterly, tugging your blanket even tighter around yourself. “It was all my fault, Steve. I-I can’t believe I-” Your voice cracks, causing Steve to look at you with a sad, tender gaze.
“Hey, y/n, no,” he says, scooting a bit closer to you. “Please, please don’t be so hard on yourself, doll,” he begs, but you shake your head, tears dripping down your cheeks as you let out a shaky exhale.
“I fucked up, Steve. I fucked up bad and everyone paid the price for it,” you ramble, bringing a hand up to your forehead as your eyes widen with disbelief at your pure and utter failure. “I-I should’ve known what to do. It’s what I’ve been training for all my life. But I just- I fucked up, g-god, I- god I hate myself,” you hiccup, about to go on when you feel Steve’s strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you slightly on his lap.
“Y/n, shhh,” he murmurs as he turns you to bury your face in his chest, letting out a muffled sob into the warm fabric of his sweater. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay,” he soothes, but now that you’ve let go of trying to keep yourself together, you can’t stop the tears from continuing to pour out.
“H-hate myself,” you repeat weakly, your heart pounding in your ears as you admit to your darkest thoughts. “H-hate myself so much, nothing b-but a stupid-”
“No, no, no,” Steve cuts you off, rubbing your back gently with his hands through your blanket. “You’re not a stupid anything, y/n. Don’t say that about yourself; it’s not true. You made a mistake, that’s all. We all do it, doll. Everyone on the team has at some point.”
“I cost us everything,” you sob.
“Y’know what you didn’t cost us?” he asks, pulling away slightly to look you in the eyes. His heart only breaks further at the sight of your red cheeks and puffy eyes, but he just continues, “You didn’t cost us anything we can’t get back. Not a single life was lost, y/n. If this is your biggest mistake on the job, then you’ve got the cleanest record on the team.”
Sniffling, you look back into his eyes, incredible sincerity swirling in the depths of the blue. “So please, darling. Please don’t hate yourself. I… I love you, y/n,” he admits, “and it breaks my heart when you’re so hard on yourself.”
“Steve,” you breathe as his thumb comes up to wipe away your tears. “I-I… I don’t know what to say. I love you, I love you too,” you stutter, not having expected the confession from him, especially at a time like this.
“You’re perfect, y/n,” he whispers, planting a kiss on your head. “Perfect in every way. My best girl.”
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pastriibunz · 6 months
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WELCOME TO THE KAI DREWNIVERSE!
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“MONSTERS, MAYHEM, AND GODS GALORE! I’VE GOT IT ALL! TAKE MY HAND, AND I’LL TAKE YOU ON AN ADVENTURE YOU’LL NEVER FORGET!”
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hi there!!! im pastriibunz! you might know me from the ask blog, @beaniibunzz i ran with my friends, chillibeanos and local-soda-can!
you might also know me for writing The Kai Who Didn’t Like Musicals (TKWDLM), an OC insert fanfic written like a script for TGWDLM!
but more on that later, i wanna talk about ME >:]
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Basic Info About Me:
☆ i think am aroace! 
☆ i use she/her pronouns!
☆ i have ADD! My friends keep saying i have undiagnosed autism-
☆ i do theater and i was in voice/singing lessons!
☆ i will be Kai Drew’s VA in TKWDLM: Voiced, as well as any other projects she needs a voice in!
☆ my best friends are @chillibeanos, @local-soda-can, and @evnt777!
☆ i like to draw and write!
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And that’s me! i was kinda scrambling for things to add, so forgive me if it’s boring. But, i just wanted to get through it so i could get to the fun part. now onto my blog!! :D
i have a lot to say about this silly little blog!!!
note: my ask box is always open! fill it up with whatever your heart desires!
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Content You Should Expect From Me:
★ my art, both silly doodles and full pieces!
★ fanfics/drabbles, mostly angst
★ my brain dumpy thoughts i thought were funny
★ oc insert content
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notice how that last bullet point is bolded and italicized?
yeah that’s cause it’s super important
practically all the content on this blog will be about my OC: KAI DREW!
now, who is Kai Drew?
and why the hell is she in a shit ton of random fandoms?
well, Kai Drew is the little goober who’s managed to weasel her way into my brain, and 5 years later, she’s STILL. HERE.
she’s also on tumblr as @shxwstxpper!
she has her own silly little lore (to summarize: adoption, accidental mass murder, is god, and then shes inserted into various fandoms im into) that is super long and silly!!! maybe one day ill write about it. who knows!
so expect lots (if not all) of my content to surround around Kai!
speaking of my content…
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Important Tags:
⛤ #kai drew 
⛤ #tkwdlm
⛤ #the kai who didn’t like musicals
⛤ #black kaiday
⛤ #bk
⛤ #npmk
⛤ #nerdy prudes must kai
⛤ #the kai drew and bean power hour
⛤ #kai drew and bean power hour
⛤ #kai drewniverse
⛤ #kai in hatchetfield
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Kai Drewniverse Related Fandoms:
✰ Bendy And The Ink Machine
✰ Doki Doki Literature Club
✰ Toilet Bound Hanako Kun
✰ Clover 2020
✰ My Hero Academia
✰ South Park
✰ Welcome Home
✰ The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals
✰ Peggy Suave
✰ The Kai Drew And Bean Power Hour!
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Non Kai Drewniverse Fandoms:
⛥ Ride The Cyclone
⛥ Chad Chad (Chadlings)
⛥ Danny Gonzalez (Greg)
⛥ Psych
⛥ Drew Gooden (Little Stinkers)
⛥ Kurtis Conner (Kurtistown)
⛥ Jarvis Johnson (Unnamed Fanbase)
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Important Links:
✩ TKWDLM Masterpost!
✩ Character.AI’s I Made!
✩ Blog Boundaries: Do’s and Don’ts!
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and that’s all for now! be sure to stick around to see where Kai’s silly little adventures take her next!
bye bye! :]
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wild-karrde · 6 months
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In Command - Part 17
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Master List | Previous Part | Next Part
A/N: I HAVE FINALLY RETURNED WITH A NEW INSTALLMENT OF THIS VERY NEGLECTED FIC (sorry). As always, thank you to the outstanding @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me!
Chapter Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE)
Warnings: canon-typical violence, language, explicit sexual content (fingering, cum eating)
Word Count: 8.8k words
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It was not an easy night. 
Rex awoke with Lothal’s twin moons high in the sky, casting wild, flickering reflections across the walls from the small water deposit inside the cave. He tried to will the ache in his chest away, hoping he could just doze back off and ignore it, but it eventually blossomed into a searing pain that felt as though it was tearing his upper torso apart. He wasn’t sure how long he tried to ignore it, and he didn’t realize he was groaning quietly until he felt a hand press against his cheek. His eyes flew open to find Senna hovering over him, her features etched with concern. 
“I’m giving you another dose. Hang on.” 
He might have protested if he was more alert, but before he could even think of an argument, there was a slight pinch in the muscles of his neck. The painkiller did its job almost instantly, flooding his body with relief, but it was nothing compared to the warmth he felt at the sight of seeing Senna still there, still with him. 
After all this time and everything I’ve been through, I’ve at least got that going for me.
He let his head rest back against the bag heavily as she wiped sweat from his face with a cool, damp cloth. She offered him more water, and that was when he realized desperately needed to relieve himself. 
Kriff. 
He tried to roll over and stand on his own, but even with the painkiller winding its way through his system, his knee buckled almost immediately when he tried to put weight on it. 
“Rex, stop. What do you need? I can get it.”
He grimaced at her. “Not something you can get, love.” 
Senna was clearly confused until understanding dawned across her face. “Ah. Ok, well I’ll help you stand and get outside.” 
“Sen, I can’t ask-”
“You’re not asking. I’m telling you. I’d have done this even if we weren’t madly in love with one another.” She winked at him teasingly as she quickly pulled her clothes on, but the words she’d said made him almost giddy.
He gave her a pained smile. “I’d somewhat hoped to not ruin the magic just yet.” 
She grinned back at him and shrugged. “Who says it’s ruined?” 
Gently, she helped pull him to his feet, taking all of the weight off of his injured leg, and the two of them carefully started moving towards the mouth of the cave. Rex had always hated depending on people for seemingly routine tasks when he was injured or incapacitated, but somehow, having Senna hold him up and help him was far less humiliating than he’d anticipated. In fact, there was something oddly intimate about it. 
Madly in love with one another.
He was certain he’d never get tired of hearing those words. They sounded so good falling from her lips, he’d almost wondered if he’d dreamt them in the moment. Luckily, he had a massive wound in his chest to ensure he knew he was, in fact, quite awake. 
Rex managed to lean himself against the cliff’s face, bracing one shoulder against the rock, and was relieved that Senna turned away, absently kicking at a clod of dirt to give him a semblance of privacy. He managed to relieve himself with only minimal awkwardness and grunting, finally managing to fasten his pants closed again. 
Feeling triumphant and perhaps overly confident, Rex tried again to stand on his own once more, pressing his palms against the rocky wall, and again, he failed as his leg crumpled beneath him. Senna’s hands caught him immediately as his knee buckled, and she managed to haul him back to his feet.
“Stop being so stubborn and let me help you,” she muttered, pulling his arm back over her shoulders as she dug her fingers under his belt to hold him up. There was only a little heat in her words, but as he looked at her, he could see she was smiling. Everything about them felt natural to him: leaning on her for support, allowing her to help him, allowing her to love him fully and loving her just as much in return. Being with her was easy, the easiest thing he’d seemingly ever done. Of course, Rex understood there would be hard times still. It was inevitable, but at least for now, he relished this moment with her and the newness of it all. He smiled to himself as they limped back to the bedroll. 
Senna managed to ease him down with only minimal grunting and shuffling, offering him a sanitation wipe for his hands from the medpack before lying down next to him and pulling the blankets back up over them. Rex shifted onto his side to face her, propping himself up on one elbow. Her eyes crinkled slightly as she smiled at him, reaching out to gently touch his chest. 
“How are you feeling?”
“The best I’ve ever felt,” he rasped, feeling his cheeks beginning to ache from his smile. 
She rolled her eyes at that. “I’m serious, Rex.”
He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips and brushing a kiss against her knuckles. “So am I.” 
Senna ducked her head slightly, dipping her nose beneath the covers, and even though the dim lighting made it impossible to tell, he was certain she was blushing. After a few moments, she scooted closer to him, close enough that their noses brushed in the dark, and Rex slipped a hand into her hair, cradling the back of her head as he pulled her lips against his. 
Maker, he was certain he’d never get tired of kissing her either now that he’d been given permission to. And the best part was how eagerly she kissed him back, as if she too was basking in the newness of it all, of the fact that she no longer had to keep that part of herself locked away. 
“Careful,” she whispered, mischief dancing in her eyes. “Or else I may have to take you for another ride.” 
He chuckled against her lips. “As if I’d deny you that.” His hands were already moving, slipping underneath the blankets to her waistband, her skin flushed and warm under his fingertips. She groaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped past her lips, teasing her gently. 
“You need to sleep,” she mumbled, her scolding tone half-hearted at best. 
“I’ll sleep when we get picked up tomorrow,” he murmured, slipping his hand into her trousers. Despite her protests, Senna’s legs fell apart to grant him access, and he found the warm wetness of her arousal waiting for him underneath her undergarments. He huffed in satisfaction as he felt her breath stutter when his fingers grazed her soaked core.
“Besides,” he whispered against her ear. “I don’t think I could go back to sleep knowing how wet you are right now.” His fingers gathered her slick, circling her clit, and her hips bucked against his hand. Her fingers dug into his forearm, and she pressed herself closer to him, making it easier for him to slide two fingers into her cunt. 
“Rex,” she whined. 
“I’m right here, love. Tell me what you want.” 
The wound in his chest protested slightly as he worked his arm, plunging his fingers further into her and searching for the spongy place deep inside of her, but the pain certainly wasn’t enough to deter him, not with the way Senna looked right now. Her chest heaved with each high-pitched moan and gasp, and her cunt clenched around his digits. He felt her hips rise to meet his hand, pressing her clit against the heel of his palm, and he applied pressure, watching as the tendons in her throat became more pronounced. She gasped when he found that sensitive place inside her, pressing against it with the pads of his fingers as he pushed a third finger into her. 
The cave’s quiet was punctured by Senna’s whimpers and the obscene wet sounds coming from between her legs as Rex worked to bring her to orgasm. His cock was straining in his pants, but at the moment, he was completely focused on Senna, his own pleasure distant in his mind as she came undone for him. He’d pleasured other partners before, but there was something so very different about watching Senna come undone for him. 
He wanted to see her orgasm so badly, and he needed to be the one to give it to her. 
Her brows pinched together as she stared into his eyes, and he felt her body shudder once more, her cunt clenching around his fingers. He’d dreamt of giving her this pleasure for months, of what it would feel like and how she’d look, but nothing he’d ever imagined compared to this, and he was certain he’d never get enough of it, of her. 
The times they’d been intimate prior to tonight had been laced with apprehension, the looming question of what everything meant hanging in both of their minds. But now, he knew where he stood with her, no more secrets keeping them from fully indulging and letting go. 
And he certainly wasn’t going to be held back any longer.
“Don’t stop,” Senna whispered. 
Her eyes were pleading, begging for release, for pleasure that only he could give her, and he wanted nothing more than to watch her fall apart on his fingertips. He wanted to learn how to perfectly strum every inch of her, to map every place that made her orgasm, to memorize every sound so that he could know exactly how close she was to the precipice. The knowledge that he’d get to do just that, spend as long as he wanted touching and kissing every inch of her unhindered sent excitement coursing through his veins. 
She’s mine, and I’m hers. And I get to touch her like this. I get to sleep with her, sleep next to her, wake up with her in my arms. All of it. 
She was clutching his forearm so tightly, he was certain her fingernails were leaving crescent-shaped indentations in his skin, but when her spine arched and his name fell from her lips, he knew there would be no stopping himself from pulling her over the edge, no matter how much his body protested. His hips jerked reflexively, and pain shot through his leg. He buried his face in Senna’s neck, grunting against her skin. 
“Rex, we can-” she tried, noting his clenched teeth and labored breathing.  
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you. Tell me what you want.” 
“Kiss my n-neck,” she whimpered, relenting to him. “I… I like it when you do that.” 
Rex tilted his head so that he could press his lips against the sensitive place on her throat that he’d made a note of the first night they’d been intimate. Senna’s response was immediate, and Rex’s pulse thrummed with pride as she clenched around his fingers. 
“Rex… fuck, right there. Fuck. I’m close.” Senna was frantically grinding against his palm now. “L-let me touch you. F-fuck let me-”
“No, Sen. This is about you,” he replied huskily, gritting his teeth against the pain in his chest and leg. He wanted to see her come undone again for him, needed it, and that trumped all of the pain he felt. He sucked the skin of her throat, and felt her pulse leap under his tongue. He loved that he could feel her approaching her orgasm, that the signs were already so apparent to him, but he’d always been able to read Senna. 
Now, he was just allowed even more. 
“Cum for me, Senna.”
Her back arched, and he pulled back to take it all in. Sweat beaded along her hairline as her mouth fell open. The tendons in her throat were taut under her skin as she unleashed a stuttering moan. He felt her cunt spasm around his fingers as she suddenly rocked forward, curling over herself and whimpering as she rode through her orgasm. 
“Rex, I-I…”
“I know, love. Let me have it all.” 
She shuddered a few more times, her cunt clenching in tandem with the waves of her climax before she finally slumped against the cave floor, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. When she finally opened her eyes, she grinned dopily at him, reaching towards his belt, but he stopped her. 
“But you-”
“I’m fine,” he reassured her. “That was what I wanted.” He leaned back, sucking her release from his fingers, and Senna playfully growled. 
“See? The magic’s still very much intact. Especially if you keep doing that to me.” 
Rex grinned, leaning down to kiss her. “I look forward to doing that more often. To doing everything more often.” 
He felt her mouth curl into a smile against his lips. “I’m open to trying anything if that’s the sort of orgasm I’ll get.” 
Rex stroked her cheek, resting his forehead against hers. “I’d give you anything you asked for, Senna Aven.” 
She bumped her nose against his before settling back onto her bedroll, her eyes still sparkling as she watched him readjust. Her hand gently grazed the bandage on his chest, smoothing over the edges that were starting to peel up slightly. 
“Maybe we wait for the more physically demanding asks until you get better.” Her voice was soft, and he could tell she was thinking about how he’d almost died. He hadn’t needed to be awake to know how strenuous that time had been on her. The minute he’d opened his eyes, he had been able to see the strain she’d been under, the fear and the desperation that came with him being on the brink of death. He’d felt a certain amount of guilt that she’d felt that way on his account, a guilt which had grown when he’d realized she’d sacrificed some of her own life force to save him. 
But now I carry a piece of her with me. Forever. 
He rested his hand on top of hers, meeting her eyes. “I love you,” he said quietly, hoping the words brought her peace and reassurance that he was still here, that he was hers.
“And I love you,” she whispered back. “I’m sorry it took me so long to come around. I just… I wasn’t sure I could be with you and keep you safe. But maybe I can do both.” 
“We keep each other safe,” he said quietly. “That’s what we’ve done from the start.”
“That’s right,” she agreed with a small smile. “There… there’s something I haven’t told you about me, Rex.” 
He couldn’t keep his eyebrow from rocketing up, and he could see it immediately made her nervous. “It-it’s nothing major. I just…it doesn’t feel right that you don’t know.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Just before…well, before the war ended, I was granted the rank of Master. I’m a Jedi Master.” 
Rex stared at her for a moment as he turned the new piece of information over in his mind. He was far from an expert in Jedi traditions, but he knew it was no small feat to be granted the rank of Jedi Master. That honor came with multitudes of privileges and responsibilities, none of which the Senna he knew seemed that interested in, so it did surprise him slightly. She was still watching him nervously, as if that piece of knowledge was something she’d long kept secret. 
She has, he thought. It’s the last bit of herself she’s kept hidden from me.
“Did you think that would change how I see you?” he asked, trying to probe for the source of her nerves. 
“Not necessarily. It’s… it’s something that was so new, and then when the Order fell, it didn’t feel right to even mentally acknowledge that. I felt like I’d failed and let the entire Order down, but it is a piece of me. Who I was… am. I’m… I’m a Jedi Master. And I wanted you to know that.” 
He squeezed her hand. “Well, since we’re sharing, I was technically a commander for a short while. I was promoted before Ahsoka and I left for Mandalore, but when I didn’t carry out Order 66, I was verbally demoted to captain again. Not sure how official that became since the ship we were on went down. But-” His mind stuttered as the image of the young Togruta he’d escaped with came to mind. 
Ahsoka. I haven’t told her.
“Rex?” Senna had lifted her head to look at him, clearly concerned something in the memory had wounded him. He smiled reassuringly. 
“There’s something else I meant to tell you. Never found the right time. But Ahoksa commed me.” 
Senna’s eyes widened, and she propped herself up. “When?”
He cringed slightly, embarrassed now at how much space he’d put between them.
I thought it was for the best.
And deep down, in the moment, he’d wanted that conversation with Ahsoka for himself. But now, it felt only right to share that with Senna, someone who cared just as much about the young Togruta’s wellbeing. 
“I had a message waiting when we got back from the capital.” 
She nodded, her teeth digging into her lip as she watched him for a few moments. “How is she?” she finally asked. 
“Safe. On Raada.”
“Yes, that’s good, but how is she, Rex?” 
He sighed, letting his gaze drift up to the ceiling. “Still hurting. Still finding her way.” 
Senna snuggled closer to him, pressing her forehead against his bicep as she ran her fingers along his arm until they interlaced with his own, gently squeezing his hand. 
“Do you think she’ll come back to the fight?” 
His eyes burned slightly, and he cleared his throat hard to keep the sudden rush of emotions at bay. “I hope so. I really do. But I’d understand if she didn’t.” 
Senna appeared to note the change in his tone, and she kissed his shoulder. “She’ll come back, Rex. Like I did. It might take longer, but I do think she’ll come around eventually. And I’m glad she called you.” 
He smiled, turning his head to meet her eyes. “I told her I was with you.” 
Senna raised an eyebrow. “And what did she say about that?”
Rex chuckled. “She liked the idea. I obviously told her things weren’t romantic at that point.”
Senna rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”
“But she knew anyway. And I… I think she liked the thought that I wasn’t alone. That I had someone with me, someone she knew, in whatever capacity that was.”
He felt Senna hum against his skin. “Well, next time you talk to her, you can tell her things worked out. And that I was an idiot. She always did tease me about overlooking the obvious things in favor of making everything more complicated.” 
Rex smiled, managing to place a kiss to her forehead. “I think I can take some of the blame as well. I’d been trying to find the right place and time to talk to you for weeks, and just could never find the right way to start.” 
So instead everything came rushing out all at once. Every draft I’d thought through, unfiltered and anxious. The same thing happened last night. 
But it worked.
“You came around in your own time, and that’s all that matters,” he whispered. 
They drifted off intertwined with one another, both smiling as sleep took them. 
The sun filtered in through the cave entrance, bouncing off the surface of the small pool of water and the various rock formations, warming Senna’s cheeks and the parts of her that were poking out from under her blanket. Gently, she shifted, turning her face to look at the sleeping form lying next to her. Rex’s face was peaceful as his chest rose and fell in rhythm with his deep breathing. He had an arm draped over her, and when she shifted, she felt his grip on her waist tighten, a smile playing across his lips as he slowly opened his eyes to look at her.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
“Morning,” he rumbled.
“How do you feel?” she asked, searching his expression for any indications of him being in pain.
He smirked. “All things considered, not bad.” His eyes were playful, but she could see he still was a little uncomfortable. Leaning over, she dug through the medkit for another pain killer dose, but when she rolled back over, he stilled her hand. 
“I’m alright.”
“You’re hurting, Rex.”
“It’s not that bad.” 
She didn’t buy it, and she knew he could see her skepticism. 
“I want to wait in case the pain gets bad,” he said quietly. “Just in case our ride gets held up or we need to move. We’ve only got, what, one more in there?”
Senna sighed. “Yeah. Just one more after this.” She met his eyes. “I just hate seeing you hurt.” 
Rex huffed a laugh, wincing slightly as he reached to cradle her cheek with one hand. Senna leaned into his touch, sighing as she felt the warmth of his palm against her skin. She closed her eyes, placing her hand over his. 
“I promise I’m better than I’ve been in months, even though it might not look like it,” he replied, brushing some hair out of her face. 
She chuckled quietly, turning to kiss his palm. “You’re cheesy, you know that?” 
He shrugged. “I’ve heard that, although never in this sort of situation.” He played with one errant curl that framed her face. “I’d tried for so long to plan this big speech out to tell you how I feel, and you sort of got every draft of that last night. Everything just came pouring out at once.”
She smiled, feeling her cheeks warm. “I’m glad it did.” Her fingers brushed his brow, smoothing over the bandage on his forehead. 
“Maker, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. 
“I’m yours,” she replied, leaning down to kiss him deeply. 
“You sure?” he asked, his hand trailing along her back.
“Yes, for the first time in a long time, I am finally sure about something,” she said, resting her forehead against his. They sat like that for a few moments, basking in the peace. 
While part of her still whirled with worry of what was to come, the most overwhelming thing Senna felt was relief: relief that they were alive, relief that she’d been honest with Rex and herself, relief that he still felt the same, even after everything. 
We’ll make it work. We’ll figure it out. Together.
Senna had the silliest thought for just a moment of the two of them just staying there, in this cave, hiding away from the galaxy and just being with one another. She immediately discarded it, knowing there was no universe in which that was a realistic option, but it was a nice thought, to just be with Rex.
“I should get up and get us ready to move out when Echo gets here,” she sighed after a few minutes. “I expect they’ll be here sometime before this evening.”
Rex tightened his grip on her. “Just a little while longer? I’ve been wanting this for a long time.”
She thought about it and then slipped back under the blankets with him, wrapping her arms carefully over his chest. “Me too, even if I was too stubborn to admit it,” she sighed, tucking her head into the soft spot near his shoulder. “What are we going to tell the others?” 
She felt his fingers run through her hair, twirling her curls over his fingertips. “Whatever we want. We don’t even have to tell them anything if you don’t want to.”
Senna turned to look at him, resting her chin on his chest. “I don’t really care if you don’t. I just don’t want people to think that we…we’re compromised and unable to do our jobs. This work, this rebellion… it’s everything to me, Rex. I want to keep fighting.”
He grunted a little, brows furrowing. “Yeah, well those in charge don’t seem to feel the same.”
“Is this about the Ilum information?” she asked, stiffening slightly. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had the same thoughts, felt the same frustration. Even still, she felt the need to defend the rebellion and its leaders, as if admitting the movement that had given her life meaning at her lowest was flawed would destabilize the ground beneath her feet. She met Rex’s eyes. “They’ve got to make the best decisions they can based on very small pieces of intelligence. If they don’t think it’s feasible, then I have to respect it, whether or not I agree with it.”
He looked at her. “Do we? We risked a lot for that information, and to have it just shrugged away is…I don’t even know. Infuriating. It fits with everything else we’ve provided, so why would they just toss it away?”
Senna wasn’t used to seeing Rex insubordinate, and it shook her slightly. 
We all have our limits, and he’s been through a lot. Especially in the last few rotations. He has a right to be frustrated. 
She sighed, turning to press her cheek against him again. “I know. Trust me, I know.”
Rex stared at the ceiling of the cave for a few moments, and she could tell he was trying to carefully word his next question. 
“All of that, the not having our intelligence valued by leadership who aren’t out in the field with us, doesn’t that…bother you? And make you think that maybe this isn’t all worth it?”
Senna squeezed her eyes shut, trying to steady herself as some of the fears she’d dismissed threatened to come creeping back in. “Of course it bothers me, but what other choice do we have? It’s do this or do nothing.”
“Would nothing be so bad?”
“I don’t think I could live with myself.”
He sighed. “Yeah, I thought so.”
“You could just walk away from this that easily?” she asked quietly.
“No, no it wouldn’t be easy. This is a fight I actually get to choose to believe in, not like the war. There, I was just lucky my personal loyalties aligned with what I was created for. But…in the same breath, if Organa and the others aren’t going to listen to what I have to say, then I don’t see the point in continuing to risk it all. Last time I was ignored, I wound up shooting my own brothers.”
Senna flinched at the mention of Umbara. Rex had confided in her about that campaign over one of their dinners, about how Pong Krell had lied and manipulated and misled him and his men. She knew it still haunted Rex, so it was understandable that he’d be cautious when he felt like he was being shrugged off or manipulated. 
But this was different. Very different. The rebellion leaders had good intentions and weren’t purposefully sending people to their deaths like Krell. They wanted to make the galaxy better, not purposefully cause harm. 
But if the results are the same, needless risk and deaths, then does their intent really matter?
She dug her teeth into her lip, trying to still her racing mind. Rex was right; doing nothing wouldn’t be terrible for them. In fact, it would damn near be bliss, just the two of them off on some remote planet. They could survive on their own, disappear and never be heard from again, and that thought did have a certain appeal. But it also conflicted with how she’d been raised, and she knew that deep down, Rex felt the same, even if he was saying otherwise right now. Still, it was nice to fantasize about how their lives might look if they abandoned the rebellion and let the galaxy do as it would.
But she loved Rex for his tenacity, for his selflessness, for how much he cared. Those qualities mirrored her own values and intentions in so many ways, and she knew those were what kept them both in the fight, even on bad days.
Feeling his eyes on her, she glanced up and met his gaze.
“I don’t disagree with your frustrations and your reasoning,” she said carefully, “but I have to believe I can drive change by being part of the rebellion. I can’t give up on it yet.”
Rex brushed some hair away from her face, sighing deeply. “I respect that. And that’s one of the many reasons I love you. You’ve got a lot of faith for someone that’s been through so much.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“It’s in my programming,” he joked dryly.
“No, it’s because you’re a good person, Rex,” she replied, squeezing him gently. 
He smiled, and she was almost certain there was a slight flush in his cheeks at the compliment. It was incredibly endearing, and somehow, she felt herself falling even more in love with him. Taking her hand in his, he kissed the top of her head. 
“I’d never give up the fight while you’re still here, Senna. And I won’t ask you to either.” 
Relief flooded through her, and she buried her nose in his chest, sighing deeply. 
“Thank you for understanding,” she said softly. 
“Of course,” he replied. “I meant it when I said I love you.” 
“Good. Because I’m not letting you take that back ever.” 
Senna managed to get everything repacked and Rex’s bandages changed one more time before the emergency beacon comm buzzed, alerting them to an incoming call. She felt her shoulders sag slightly with relief as Rex answered and Echo’s voice piped up on the channel. 
“Rex, we’re approaching your location now. You should see us in a moment.” 
Rex handed Senna the beacon as he pulled his shirt back down. The wound in his chest was looking significantly better even with just a day’s worth of healing, and Senna knew it concerned Rex. He’d been watching her carefully all morning, as if he was waiting on her to collapse from the strain. Fortunately, aside from some lingering exhaustion, she really didn’t feel terribly different. She was almost certain that the act of channeling her life force into him had taken a larger toll than the loss of the force itself, but it wasn’t a point she wanted to debate with Rex. She could see he felt guilty, but she hoped it would fade with time, time that they’d have together because of what she’d done. 
No regrets on my end. 
Unfortunately, his leg was still greatly limiting his mobility, so he could do nothing other than sit and watch as Senna grabbed her macrobinoculars and moved to the mouth of the cave, carrying the beacon with her. She scanned the horizon until she finally picked up the approaching ship. It was an Omicron-class attack shuttle that looked like it had been to hell and back. 
Certainly traveling in style, she thought grimly, her mouth pulling into a tight line.
The shuttle landed carefully about a hundred meters from the cave entrance, folding its wings up as it touched the ground gently.
“They’re here,” Senna announced. “I’ll be right back.”
“Not like I’m going anywhere,” Rex huffed from where he sat.
Senna grinned, tossing a wink over her shoulder at him as she made her way towards their rescuers.
The shuttle door opened and a set of stairs dropped to the ground as a group of clone troopers in armor unlike any Senna had ever seen stepped out, walking to meet her. Echo was the first one to her, his scomp arm giving him away even before he removed his helmet. Senna gave him a big hug that seemed to momentarily catch him off guard, but he chuckled, returning her embrace. 
“I’m so glad you’re here. We were in a pretty bad jam,” she told him, patting him on the back congenially.
“You’ll have to tell us all about it once we get you loaded up. There were some Imperial scout patrols we spotted on the way in, and I don’t want to wait around too long. I doubt they’ll give us as warm of a welcome.”
Senna managed to suppress the shudder that threatened to tear through her. 
A few more hours and we might have been up to our necks in Imps. 
“Seems your timing is impeccable,” she joked dryly. “Care to quickly introduce me to your brothers?”
The second clone was lean with armor that most closely resembled the armor that Senna was used to from the troopers she’d worked alongside, although it had clearly been repainted, as they all had. His helmet gave off a particularly menacing impression despite its teal coloring that wasn’t alleviated when he removed it to reveal a face that was tattooed in the pattern of a skull on one side. He wore a red headband that also had a skull depiction that somewhat matched the scarf around his neck. The clone’s voice was surprisingly gentle as he extended a hand to her. “Hunter ma’am…er, General,” he corrected, glancing down at her lightsaber.
Senna’s eyes widened as her hands flew to cover her weapon from view instinctively. Echo gently grabbed her arm. “I didn’t know,” he said quietly. “But it’s alright. We’re friends. I promise.” 
“No one was supposed to know,” she muttered. 
“But Rex does?”
She nodded. 
“Well, your secret’s safe with us,” the largest clone rumbled from beneath his helmet. Pulling it off, he revealed an incredibly scarred face and one milky white eye, but the warmth he exuded almost negated his size and physical appearance. “We’re good at keeping secrets.”
“That’s Wrecker, and that’s Tech,” Echo said, gesturing at the last clone in white armor accented with orange and black. The clone was busy typing something on his datapad and halfheartedly waved hello before pushing his visor back up a little further on his helmet, his goggles reflecting the glow of the datapad’s screen.
“Well, it’s great to meet you. Also, for the record, not a general,” she said turning to Hunter. 
He nodded. “Commander, then?”
“Nope, just a normal technical specialist that also happened to be a Jedi,” she grinned. That statement finally grabbed Tech’s attention as he looked up from his datapad, readjusting his goggles to survey her more carefully with bright, attentive eyes.
Echo let out a chuckle at Tech’s reaction. “I figured you two might get along.”
“As much as I’m enjoying all this chit-chat, we really should get you two loaded up on the Marauder,” Hunter interrupted. “The patrols weren’t too large, but I’d still rather not risk it.” 
“You’re right,” Senna agreed. “You guys are going to have to help move Rex. He’s not in much of a state to be doing anything right now. Also, if you’ve got better first aid on that ship, he could probably use a second look. I’m not well-versed in medicine, but I did what I could.”
“I’ll get him,” Wrecker grunted, stepping into the cave. The massive clone squatted down next to Rex, and the captain reached up to grasp his arm in greeting.
“Good to see you again Wrecker. If you’re gonna pick me up, maybe do it a little gentler this time.”
Wrecker cackled at that. “If you insist, Cap.” Slipping his arms under Rex, Wrecker lifted him bridal style as if he was weightless, carrying him back out towards the ship.
“I probably could have walked on my own, you know,” Senna heard Rex mutter as he was carried past her.
“Yeah, well better safe than sorry,” she called after him, biting back a giggle.
Suddenly, Hunter stiffened next to her, whirling to look out over the plains behind them. Senna followed his line of sight, noting nothing at first aside from the breeze whistling through the grass. It was quiet. Too quiet. 
Taking notice of his brother’s reaction, Tech stepped forward, bringing up his macrobinoculars to look in the direction Hunter was staring.
“It seems we’ve been spotted. One patrol inbound, about a klick out and closing fast. It would appear they have a troop transport and an AT-DP.”
“Great. Better hustle,” Hunter grunted. 
Senna nodded, sprinting back into the cave to grab her bag while the clones crouched down behind a rock formation to huddle up. As she sprinted back to them, she could hear Tech speaking quickly to Hunter.
“I still need time to complete the pre-flight sequence since the hyperdrive’s been misbehaving. Otherwise, I feel our chances of getting out of here will be significantly lower.”
“Then do it,” Hunter sighed. “We’ll keep them busy until she’s primed for takeoff.”
“I think I can help with that,” Senna said. “Tech, can you get my bag aboard?”
The goggled clone nodded, taking her sack and sprinting off towards the ship without another word. Senna unclipped her lightsaber from her belt, and that seemed to serve as the cue for Hunter and Echo, who both slid their helmets back on. Senna’s eyes widened as she noticed that Echo’s helmet snapped into place under the equipment wrapped around his head.
“Ok, I have a lot of questions about that helmet later,” she said with a grin.
“Thought you’d like that,” he chuckled, his voice now modulated through the vocoder.
Hunter drew his weapons. “Alright, take cover behind the rocks. Echo and I will draw them in, you slice and dice. Also, if you’ve got any ideas about how to take down that walker, I would love to hear them.”
Senna’s teeth dug into her lip as she considered it. “Let me think on it a bit and I’ll get back to you,” she said, ducking down behind the rocks.
Adrenaline thrummed through Senna’s body as she felt the rumble of the approaching transport grow louder until it felt like it was rattling her chest, and the ground shook slightly with each of the walker’s heavy steps. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she felt sweat begin to bead along her brow. Hunter and Echo crouched down beside her, training their blasters on the transport and starting to pepper it with fire. Senna drew hers as well from its place at her hip, firing at the oncoming transport. A few return blaster bolts hit the rocks in front of them, and they ducked lower, covering their heads as pebbles and dust rained down around them.
“You got any explosives or disruptor cannons on that ship?” Senna yelled over the noise.
“Nothing big. We were due for a restock when you commed. Just got a few detonators on me,” Hunter replied, continuing to fire at the transport as it began to slow. The walker was now within range as well, and its weapons shrieked as it unleashed a barrage on their cover. Senna covered her face as much as she could as a cloud of dust inundated them, coating her tongue with dirt and stinging her eyes. She coughed and spluttered loudly as the two clones next to her continued to fire. 
“That walker is gonna be a problem,” Hunter shouted over the din.
“Alright, since we’re out of luck with anti-tank explosives, we’re going to have to get that thing close enough for me to do something about it. Our blasters will be useless against its armor,” Senna yelled back, blinking hard to clear the grime from her eyes. 
“I’m assuming that’s when you’re going to get that fancy saber out?”
She smirked. “That’s the plan.” 
Hunter nodded, and she was pretty sure he was grinning under his helmet. “You got it.”
The troop transport skidded to a stop a few hundred meters from their position, and stormtroopers began pouring out of it, their armor glinting in the sunlight. The walker moved into position behind them, steadily bombarding the rocks Senna and the clones were hunkered down behind. Senna tried to cover her head and make herself smaller, and Echo grunted next to her as a large chunk of rock cracked against his helmet. 
“Are you alright?” he yelled over the commotion.
“Yeah, but we’ve gotta scatter these guys a little. We’re sitting mynocks with that walker!” She chewed her lip for a moment. “Hunter, how many of those detonators do you have?”
The sergeant reached into a hip pouch, pulling two out and waving them at her. “These and a few more. Should be enough to be a problem.”
Senna nodded. “Great. Toss these into the middle of the pack when I give the signal. Echo, give him cover fire.”
“What about you?”
She unclipped her lightsaber from her belt, grinning. “Like you said. Time for the fancy saber.” 
Hunter and Echo nodded in acknowledgement. Senna moved to a low crouch and focused on the environment around here. She could feel the troopers across from her, the pilots of the walker, and something else. It felt cold, strange, threatening, but distant. 
No time to examine anything. Worry about what’s in front of you. Focus.
Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes. 
“NOW, HUNTER!”
Hunter stood, flinging the explosives right into the middle of the pack of approaching stormtroopers. Senna leapt over the rocks as the explosives went off with a roar, immediately downing half a dozen of the troopers. Several more were flung in various directions from the blasts while the remaining ones still on their feet scattered for cover. Echo picked off a few that were on the ground while Senna advanced on the soldiers that were still standing on their right flank. In two bounds, she was on them, her lightsaber humming as it sliced through metal, plastoid, and flesh.
She didn’t relish killing, but she did love the feeling of the warmth racing through her, the presence she’d cut herself off from for over a year. It felt right, smooth, as if she was a fish in a current, made to swim through the flow around her. She felt everything, but most of all, she felt like herself, really and truly, for the first time in a long time. 
Turning, Senna reached out with the Force to fling a line of advancing troopers coming from the other direction back against the rocks. Hunter was on them in an instant, pulling a vibroblade from a sheath on his wrist and slicing through any blasters within his reach as he fired with the DC-17 in his other hand. 
“BEHIND YOU!” she heard Echo yell, and she felt one of the troopers behind her raising his blaster and taking aim at her. She dropped the blade of her lightsaber behind her back just as the weapon fired, deflecting the shot back into the stormtrooper’s helmet.
“Not bad for a technical specialist,” she heard Hunter laugh. 
“We’re not done yet!” she shouted back.
“Heads up!” Hunter tossed her two more detonators. “For the walker!” 
Senna nodded, taking off towards the lumbering machine at a sprint. She zig-zagged as she raced forward, leaping between the rocks as the walker fired at her, sending dirt and rocks flying from her footprints, but she managed to stay a step ahead. When she was within ten meters of it, she reached out and focused, channeling the Force around her into a jump. She leapt through the air, landing crouched on top of the walker. The metal hummed underneath her fingertips, but she was already moving again, reaching for the hatch and ripping it open. Two startled Imperials yelled as she dropped the detonators in before slamming the hatch shut and sprinting towards the front of the walker. She dropped into a slide, slicing off the cannon on the front panel with her lightsaber as she skidded by it, wincing as the edge of the viewport scraped her back and shoulders. 
The ground rushed up at her as she slid off the front of the walker, and she managed to roll as she slammed into the dirt, scrambling forward as the mechanical beast exploded, teetering forward and falling. Hunter and Echo grabbed her just as the walker fell, diving out of the way and obscuring them in a huge dust cloud. The durasteel groaned and smoldered, and the ground shuddered beneath them as what remained of the crew compartment crashed down a few meters from them.
Senna could smell smoke and burning electronics as she lay in the dirt between Hunter and Echo, trying to catch her breath and listening for any signs of life from their attackers. There were none, and she closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. 
Not bad for being rusty. 
She heard approaching footsteps and opened her eyes to find Wrecker’s massive boot centimeters from her face. 
“Awwww come on!” Wrecker moaned. “I wanted to blow it up!”
“Better luck next time, big guy,” she joked as he pulled her to her feet with ease.
Wrecker helped Hunter off the ground next, and Senna yanked Echo up, dusting off his kama as he straightened. Hunter’s hand flew to the comm button on his helmet. 
“Talk to me Tech. Are we ready to go?” Senna saw the clone’s spine straighten as he dropped his hand. “We’ve got to go. Tech says there’s another speeder inbound, and it’s going to be here in a few seconds. Ship’s ready and I think I’ve had enough fun for one day.” 
Senna nodded, but the chill she’d sensed still lingered. Reaching out, she felt it surge suddenly, curling through her veins. She didn’t know who or what was on that speeder, but a sharp spike of fear tore through her. 
Whatever was coming wasn’t good. 
Echo seemed to notice her discomfort, tilting his helmet at her, but she just gave him a tight smile. “He’s right. We should go.” 
Dipping his head, Echo started sprinting towards the ship. Hunter glanced at her, but followed Echo, seemingly understanding there’d be time for questions later. Senna let Wrecker go ahead, lingering slightly to scan the horizon before turning and running. The cold was piercing now, growing stronger with every passing second, and Senna tried to keep her alarm in check. She’d never felt anything like this, but she’d heard Anakin describe it enough to recognize the sensation: it was the presence of a Dark Force user, and they were strong. 
Senna could now hear the speeder approaching above the sound of the walker burning and the whine of the shuttle’s engines. The Marauder was close, but tossing a glance over her shoulder, she confirmed the speeder would overtake them.
I’d rather meet them in the open, away from the ship. 
And in spite of herself, she was curious. She slowed, reigniting her lightsaber.
Echo and Hunter had paused, noting her hesitation. 
“GO!” she shouted over her shoulder. “I’ll buy you some time, just leave the stairs down for me when you take off.”
Hunter started to argue, but Senna was having none of it, raising her hand. 
“That’s an order, Hunter.” 
“Let’s go,” Echo urged, seemingly understanding something was wrong. Hunter glanced at the approaching speeder, clearly weighing his options before he appeared to concede with a nod. Without further argument, the clones sprinted for the ship just as the speeder disappeared into the dust cloud the walker had created.
Senna turned to face the new enemy, squaring her feet in the dirt as she reached out again.
The speeder was mostly obscured from view by the lingering dust cloud, but she could just make out the silhouette of a tall, armored figure as the engine quieted to an idle. The newest assailant appeared unrushed, observing her for a moment with a strange interest before walking towards her with a slow, deliberate pace. Senna narrowed her eyes, reaching further to try and glean anything, but without warning, her chest tightened, and her breath caught in her throat. She felt darkness reaching back, squeezing her lungs, and she fell to her knees, gasping. The darkness felt overwhelming, consuming, and for a moment, she wondered how Anakin had stood against this feeling so many times and come back seemingly unphased. A chilling voice slithered through her mind. 
Well hello, Master Aven.
“Who are you?” she shouted, trying to keep her voice from shaking. 
Get it the fuck together, she internally chided herself.
The voice intruded into her head once more. 
I am the one who will correct the wrongs of those who came before me. I am the Grand Inquisitor.
The figure extended his arm, igniting a dual bladed lightsaber that glowed red in the dust. Senna’s breath caught in her throat as her fears were confirmed. 
A Sith.
She scrambled backwards in the dust as the Inquisitor slowly began to advance on her. Senna could see his face clearly now; he was a Pau’an, tall and thin with the trademark pale skin and red markings. He wore black armor emblazoned with the Imperial symbol that appeared spotless even with the surrounding dust swirling in his wake. His eyes glowed yellow, and his lip was curling into a grin that revealed sharp teeth. 
“Now now, little one. There is no need to run. It will only prolong things,” he said, finally speaking aloud. His voice was soft and yet threatening in its tone, and it sent another shudder rippling through Senna. Behind her, she heard the engines of the Marauder fire up as it lifted off the ground. The Inquisitor’s yellow eyes flicked to the ship, and he huffed a laugh.
“It appears your friends are leaving you to die. No matter, they will be dealt with in due time.” 
Senna pushed herself to her feet, trying to hide the way her legs were shaking underneath her. Her anger fought for control with her fear. 
“You will not harm them,” she snarled. “I won’t let you.”
The Pau’an raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Oh? I don’t know that you’ll have much say in the matter.”
Rage flared within Senna, winning the battle with her apprehension, and she charged him. The Inquisitor’s grin widened as he deftly blocked her first blow with no more effort than if he were swatting an annoying insect. Senna continued to swing her blade wildly, and he continued to parry her at every turn. As she sidestepped him in an attempt to flank, he thrust out his hand, lifting her off of her feet and flinging her into the rock face with a flick of his wrist. Her shoulder blades slammed into the stone knocking the wind out of her, and she knew she was going to bruise as she fought to refill her lungs with air. 
The bruises are the least of my problems at the moment. 
The Inquisitor was already coming towards her again, glowing red blade at his side, prepared to attack again. Senna huffed frantically, scrambling to get back on her feet. 
GET UP. GET UP. GET UP.
Suddenly, the ground between her and the Inquisitor exploded with blaster fire, and a new cloud of dust was kicked up as the Marauder hovered above them. Whoever was flying had maneuvered the ship to allow Wrecker to shoot at the Inquisitor with the ship’s gun, and Senna could hear him cackling gleefully through the ship’s open door. The Pau’an leapt backwards away from her, deflecting the blasts back towards the ship. Some of the bolts peppered the outside, scarring the hull, but mercifully not hitting anything critical. 
They won’t be that lucky forever.
Senna saw her chance and took it, hooking her lightsaber back on her belt, sprinting towards the open door on the side of the ship as hard as she could. She could see Hunter hanging out of the door, peppering the Inquisitor with fire and dodging the deflected bolts that were slamming back into the side of the ship. 
“COME ON, SENNA!” Hunter shouted. “TIME TO GO!”
Channeling the Force once more, Senna leapt, stretching her arms out towards the dangling stairs. Her fingertips slammed into the bottom step and she held tightly as her legs swung wildly underneath her. Her knuckles creaked from the strain, and she ground her teeth, clinging hard as the ship shuddered and jerked.
“ECHO, COVER ME. I’M GONNA GRAB HER. TECH GET US OUT OF HERE!” Senna looked up in time to see Hunter hook a cable to his belt and carefully make his way down the steps towards her as the ship quickly began gaining altitude. He reached out, grabbing Senna’s wrist and helping her pull herself back up. The ship rocked violently again, and Hunter swore as he gripped the cable holding them and wrapped his other arm around her waist. Senna fumbled to find a handhold on his armor and wound up just clinging to him clumsily as he yanked her up the stairs with him. With one final lurch, they flew through the hatch together and collapsed on the inside of the Marauder just as Echo slammed the door closed behind them.
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mischiefmaker615 · 2 years
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Love Potion
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Rating: R
Summary: Loki seems to have been affected by a strange substance where he becomes suddenly.. hungry for you
You keep your arms closer to yourself so you wouldn't bump into anything as you look over the bottles Tony had sent in the labs. normally with everyone under the same roof, you had to find some other place to get some decent quiet time, but the problem was..it was rare to find such a time especially since you had been assigned to watch over the new house member..
Loki.
there was quite a bit of gossip of people not liking the fact that Loki was allowed to go free, regardless of being under watch and all; but because of having to 'babysit', you hadn't been out on the field for over a week, leaving you restless.
now today seemed to be quiet, everyone out on call from the director or elsewhere, so it lessened the noise a bit; and with Tony and Bruce gone, you took the opportunity to explore the lab. everything from the books to the different color bottles of serums, but somehow your clumsy ass still managed to bump into something and before you realized exactly what had happened, a test veil broke on the floor.
''shit-'' you cursed, quickly hurrying to the other side of the large room to retrieve something to clean the mess up; unaware of Loki making his way into the room.
he had been bored, especially being unable to do something worth deeming 'fun' with Jarvis always ready to detect even the slightest bit of danger. however, he found you intriguing, even if you disagreed sometimes and being the only one in the tower at the present time, had went in search for you for possible entertainment. having entering the lab, he was cut short to find one of the vial's contents spilled across the floor, a sort of smoke rising up from the broken glass that got him cursing as he coughed "Wretched Midgardian c-"
as fast as the discomfort came, the sensation seemed to change into something else.. he blinked now eyes of green rather than his natural blue and they seemed to land on the breathtaking sight of a women he so desperately hungered for now.. you. ''norns..''
You had retrieved your supplies and jumped once your eyes landed on his sudden appearance ''you know you of all people aren't allowed to be in here, Stark's rules'' you warned, ignoring your hypocritical feeling and began to sweep up the glass before you noticed his odd silence, making your eyes raise. ''Loki?..''
''its a shame no one has shown any interest in you, shall we change that?-'' he smirked, his seductive voice seeming to drag over your body like his eyes were as he stalked forward, making you hesitantly back off but by the time you could take your own step, his body was already forcing you back anyway until your back hit the wall, his lips on yours as soon as you stopped.
They were soft, yet dominating, hungry and all the more determined for something which made it feel so good.. yet all this surprise made your butterfly mixed with panic feeling make you concentrate on what the hell was going on?!
Turning your face away as your cheeks lit up, you used a hand to cover your mouth as if to shield yourself and your eyes flashed to his ''the hell- is wrong with you?'' your demanding voice changed into concern as you noticed his discoloration in his eyes. He didn't give you much of a chance to look as his hand took her jaw and the other took her wrist, kissing her again with held back frustration as he tried to be gentler this time, figuring her shyness needed a slow start.
''I feel more like myself than I ever have..'' he murmured against your lips but you suddenly shoved him with both your hands once his started grasping your waist.
''I don't know what's going on.. but you might want to get your act together before someone changes your living arrangements.'' You told him, his voice trying to be firm, weak attempt but you quickly leave the room, figuring you'd clean later while you recover from the heart attack he just gave you. You had been falling for him for a while, despite your differences sometimes your little arguments seemed more like a playful banter between you both and had more in common than most people would know.. but this wasn't like him to be so forward in this kind of way right? You always secretly figured he'd be dominating but you both weren't like that and never talked about anything involving.. that.. yet his eyes weren't his usual drop dead gorgeous blue.. perhaps the veil? -
You sensed him following you, making you tense and gathered up some of your paperwork- thanks to Fury allowing you to 'work from home' while you babysit and did your best to look busy. You took a seat on the couch, seeing there was more work than you thought and had your back to where you had left him- first mistake and felt his presence behind you with his hands resting on the couch on either side just behind your shoulders.
"Love, you've been working tirelessly. no wonder you're a little grumpy-If you choose not to take care of yourself, I might have to take action to make sure that you do."
You felt a shiver down your spine by his voice behind you but the thought of Tony possibly being involved in this did cross you mind considering how many pranks he's pulled before.. but there was no way he would be able to convince Loki to take part would he? ''..this is just my assignments for the week, there's only a few sheets being needed for today so.. why don't you go do.. what you normally do'' you suggested, practically shooing him away in hopes you could sneak back into the lab to see the substance you spilled. Accidentally.
Before you knew it, the stack of papers you had in your hand disappeared, making you jump from the sudden action. ''there, I've done what I normally do.'' Loki smirked and you rolled your eyes. At least he was acting like his normal self-ish..
''I need those Loki, you might want to go do something else; maybe rest or something'' you suggested, figuring maybe he just needed to sleep it off if he did intake something and his eyes would go back to normal? You begin to try to turn to face him so you could demand your paperwork back but you felt the couch lift slightly off the ground. Your hands automatically gripped the cushions while the whole thing turned before it was set down, now having Loki stand before you, lustful and smirking.
"I am fine darling. You just need to... What is it?" Emerald eyes bored into yours for a moment, narrowing, closing in on personal space with his body, his hands now on either side of you, planted firmly on the couch. "Chill."
You press your back against the couch to try to get any space between the two of you and didn't dare to move anywhere else with his hands seemed to be ready to take hold and keep you put. You couldn't let yourself look away either as his eyes almost seemed to lock into yours, a deep redness going to your cheeks as your voice got quiet. ''..i need my work please..''
A bit of a smirk had formed on his lips, bringing his hands dangerously close to your thighs before slowly gripping them, pulling you forward suddenly so that your legs were on either side of him but you quickly leaned back, your hands trying to find grip to the couch behind your back. your position was now easy to where he would be able to have the upper hand if you tried to get away and didn't dare try to close your legs encase his attention would go there. "Hmm.. If, I do return your work.." He started out, tapping his fingers along your thighs, calculating. "What do I get in return?"
''Fury doesn't extend your community service sentence'' you suggested, quite bravely considering your current position as your eyes stayed on his and changed to concern. ''seriously Loki..'' you say gently ''..what's going on with you?'' you ask, your eyes quickly looking him over as if to motion to the current situation before he pulls another blush from you.
"There's nothing wrong with me" Loki said honestly and wasn't in the mood to continue talking further considering how tempting the situation was. So, he took his chance to kiss you and hold you close to his form.
You tense as he does so, your body in a state of wondering if you should go along with it- which you so desperately wanted to as your lips slightly press into his and quickly stop yourself as your other state knows this wasn't him.. and you needed to help him.
''Expect me to teach you a lesson when Fury fails to habilitate me.." he said and stroked your sides gently. "Or maybe i should teach you that lesson now-" he said and pushed back further into the couch, him now on your lap, lips against your neck as he growls seductively.
a hand flew to your mouth so no sound you'd regret would escape and used the other to try to get between your body and his to distance yourselves but he was much stronger than you for that. He kissed and sucked at your neck, making you arch your back which only made your body press more into him and you felt him smirk against your skin. Before you could remove yourself he nipped your skin, making a moan finally escape from your mouth and you quickly recover your mouth, now catching his attention.
Loki smirked and used his magic to keep your wrists pinned to the couch just above your head." Now now, I'm being nice my dear" he said and crossed his arms as if to admire his work so far. "The least you can do is allow me to hear that beautiful voice" he said in a low purr as he stroked your sides gently before he leaned down and kissed her neck slowly again. "and don't worry about your job, we'll only be in trouble if the others find out" he said and gripped your chin." I plan on keeping you busy for a while...so don't worry little one, i can make you enjoy every moment of it" he whispered in your ear as his hands moved down slowly to the inner part of your thigh.
Before you could protest further, his lips crash onto yours, releasing his hunger finally at he nipped at your bottom lip and you felt his hand rub against your 'special place' against your jeans while the other hand gripped and kneaded one of your breasts over your shirt. You had no idea if this would all escalate to where he would ditch your clothes next and his tongue now claiming his way in as it massaged your tongue and claimed your mouth made it extremely hard to think of anything straight. You couldn't help but kiss him back as your tongues rubbed against each other and despite your inner protests, felt yourself already wet from his dry humping by his hand. You felt his other hand slowly slide down your body and find its way under your shirt, his cool hands sliding up your warm skin towards your bra and your mind began to panic amongst your butterfly feeling.
''Loki you need to stop- Stark has cameras, you're going to get yourself into more trouble...if you let me go ill..try to check them out-''
A purely mischievous smirk had just burned onto his lips, showing no sign of leaving as you spoke, amusement dancing in his eyes as he listened. Oh, she thought she could be so intimidating sometimes; But it was hard to take her that way when her cheeks had turned such a delicious red color. ''hmm that would make it troublesome if they tried taking you away from me..'' he thought out loud, only half as he started to scatter soft kisses onto your vulnerable neck, putting your hair to the side so he'd be able to get better access at that. ''and I can't have someone seeing you bare- that's for my eyes only..'' he murmured against your skin, starting to give you a hickey which made you whin from the mere feeling and the thought of now someone defiantly going to see it; and felt Loki smirk against your skin as if he knew as well. ''alright, why don't you try and turn them off for me.''
And with that, he released you- not without a firm hand on yours as he pulled you to your feet and towards the lab room. Its not exactly how you wanted it, the point was to be alone so you could figure out this whole mess, let alone escape as your legs still felt shaky from the previous stimulation.
''and hurry up love, every second spent here is owed by a minute with me'' he smirked.
He thankfully released you when you reached the laptop, staying by your side like a leach though when you picked it up and clicked and scrolled randomly with hopes he didn't know what all It meant. He didn't say anything though and looked as if you were pacing as you typed when you made your way over to the scene of the spill. Nothing. Almost as if just an empty bottle had broken on the floor with no contents. ''how..''
Setting down the lap top over to the monitors, you motioned with your hand so the screen came to life and spread out in front of you like a touch screen throughout the air just as Tony always did whenever he was in here- definitely made saving the pain of neck aches easier. Going through a few files, you noticed a recent one called Love Nectar. ''Stark..'' you mentally rolled your eyes and clicked the file, displaying now a list of ingredience and a video file as his tutorial on how it was made and how the substance would be processed. Judging by the name alone, putting two and two together was easy: the effects of this.. potion so to speak was to make the intaker fall for the one they either saw or.. liked in the first place? The very thought made your cheeks redden a little but your eyes glanced at the door beyond the screen. Finding Stark so he'd make an antidote was the main priority now.
Meaning to move forward, you had a take a step back as Loki walked through the screen before you and advanced with each step you took back in a steady pace and a determined look on his face.
"darling I think you know as well as I do that you are finished with your work and I'm assuming the cameras are now shut off.. And from what I know, there is nothing else that is required from you now, is there?"
''Loki..we need to go to SHIELD or find Banner or Stark.. upon checking the camera's, there was footage- the vial over there that broke, must have affected you to act this way'' you explained seriously as you backed up, knowing it wasn't a total lie, there must have been damn evidence of this if you had managed to check the cameras.
''footage means nothing, for all i know, it could have been altered" he said stubbornly with your thrown accusation.
''i can guarantee you Stark does a good job at keeping his tech accurate. if the results shows what the serum is suppose to do, normally it works every time. by this, i need to take you over to Bruce- just to see if everything is okay..you may feel fine but it would finish this concern tremendously the sooner we head over'' you explain gently as if to sooth his agitated tone while your back meets the wall to end your retreat.
''I wont go.'' He said as his hand slowly extended forward and cupped her cheek while his eyes stroked her features. ''At least.. not until i have you as mine" he smirked, now standing to where your shoes were touching together. Ooh, he was going to be a downright monster to keep you if he had to be. ''I don't want these feelings to disappear.." he breathed, his other hand coming up and cupped your face.
''so you do admit there is something abnormal about this then-'' you point out quietly as your hands rest on his wrists, your eyes trying not to make it known that you spotted your communicator on the table not to far away behind him.
''ever minute of your attention is precious, when its not mine, it feels like an eternity.'' He said firmly, brushing off your comment as he leans forward. ''but what you say is irrelevant, i have you, nothing else is going to change that'' he said first, his hands moving quickly to your sides and pulled you into a 90 degree angle, his lips coming to yours suddenly and he deepened the kiss while backing you up to one of the tables, your hands grabbing their edges so he wouldn't push you back to lay on top of it.
Your heart rate beat fast as his lips tasted yours, nipping at your bottom lip and pressing forward against you as your fingers began slipping, finding it hard to concentrate your strength somewhere when you can feel his erection against you- and by gods he was large..
His hands gripped your hips as his kiss pressed harder with an overdue longing before suddenly, he shoved you so your hands slipped off and you fell back on top of the table- he was on top in a second. "I've grown too impatient to care my dear. And now I have you..'' his voice was deep and sounded like a growl as his hands gripped your wrists. ''All i know now, is that i want to ravage every inch of your body..'' he breathed as his lips trailed from your jawline to your neck, your back arching out of impulse as you squeezed your eyes shut in a fight between pleasure and escape.
He made sure he kept a leg between your legs to prevent you from closing them and your attempts only seemed to make him grow as his teeth found your collarbone. Loki was starting to have a great deal of trouble controlling himself around you now, especially since he had you so close, his grip tightening a little on your wrists as if he was afraid, subconsciously, of you suddenly disappearing. A hand slid up your shirt, gliding across your stomach before finding your bra as he cupped one of your mounds, his lips moaning against your skin as if they were just the perfect side for his hand and his fingers gripped the lace, letting his fingers more on the inside of the bra to feel you and made ready as if he was going to just tear your bra right off. Your shiver did not go unnoticed as you seemed to have lost your voice and tried to just concentrate on breathing again as he raised his head and smirked down at you.
"So~" He nipped your earlobe lightly, a smirk on his lips. "You're holding back from me love-" He purred in your ear, starting to trail right back down to your vulnerable, exposed neck, leaving kisses as he did so., before eventually nipping at a bit of your neck and his other hand released your wrists to slide all the way straight down to your motherhood, jeans being the only thing between his hand yet his strokes made it seem like they were as thin as paper. "I want to hear those sweet noises from you, it's no one but us here."
''this isn't you..'' you moaned out, trying your best to sound serious as yours fell closed and your hands at his shoulders with extremely weak strength trying to push him away.
"Darling~" he smirked in amusement down at her. "Why don't you accept my affections? It's only nature, and I know you are simply in denial of your own-" he nuzzled the crook of your neck as his hand left your chest to take hold of your wrist that gripped his hand at your jeans. "You tried your best darling''
And with that his hand slid down again but this time down and under your jeans, immediately attacking your special spot that made your back practically make a perfect downward circle that made your chest raise, Loki taking this opportunity to press his lips to your cleavage, the V neck on his side. Your strength was useless against his and his hands decided to grip his shoulders instead, whimpering as his finger made a perfect circle around your clit and his other hand slipping under your bra once you gave your unverbal surrender. His hand at your chest massaged and pinched skillfully while his lips found yours again as you moaned in his mouth, his tongue taking in the opportunity to massage yours too. His thumb soon took over while his fingers teased your entrance in slow strokes, your legs squeezing against your leg in protest and neediness.
''Loki-''
Your words were cut short when his long two digits slid all the way in up to his knuckles, making you moan and his lips smirk. He began giving you long strokes, going slow to tease and ramming you when you began to speak. His movement became smooth and fast when you began moaning his name, catching n quick to his game as your walls began to tighten. Your breathing became quick and practically difficult as your arms held onto him, your face buried in the crook of his neck while his free arm wrapped around you to hold you against him as he worked you. Yours walls tightened and fluttered as you reached your peak and practically screamed him name as you became undone by his hand. All was lost around you, thought was impossible as you panted and caught your breath, feeling his lips marking your neck but to busy riding out your high to stop him. At this point why would you want to as you opened your eyes and looked up at him while he gazed down at you for a moment in blissfulness and gentleness. Moving himself back, you sit up to se where he was going before you felt his fist hands on your thighs and with one gentle yank, you slid forward to the edge of the table, his torso between your legs as he stood at the edge of the table in front of you, his.. monster being at the perfect angle and your eyes met his awaiting ones that held mischief and drive. ''care to fix this..'' his voice was dangerously low, hinting that he wanted to rut you like a stallion in heat as he moved his hips forward so his bulge rubbed up against your sensitive area, clothes being the only thing stopping you both.
''..ye-''
There seemed to be a loud sound that blasted across the room and Loki suddenly tensed up, his jaw tense as his eyes squeezed shut before he fell forward on top of you, revealing Stark behind him with a lowering palm blaster he apparently just used.
''Tony-''
''you alright? I hurried over as soon as I noticed the cameras shut off'' Tony explained as he pulled Loki off of you and onto the ground where he lay unconscious and you having a loss for words. The cameras were turned off? But- how-..
~~~
''why do you come up with these ideas'' Steve sighed at Tony as he looked over at him where he stayed busy at the monitors.
''it was a back of the mind idea, calling it The Lady Stealer- but the malfunction needs work.''
''you get girls all the time..''
''somehow.'' You rolled your eyes as you squirm a little in your chair.
''can we get back on track?'' Bruce interrupted as he examined the computer screen ''apparently nothing seems to be in his system anymore. Which is good, he just needs to be carefully monitored when he wakes just to be sure.''
''will this affect his sentence?'' you think out loud.
Steve shook his head. ''as much as I don't like him, this was technically an accident and out of his control. Things will remain as normal moving forward.''
Nobody mentioned anything if they saw anything or asked you what Loki did.. if the cameras were off the whole time it seemed like they just assumed he was pursuing you before they got there in time..
Loki groaned as he stirred, his eyes opened before having the distasteful look of seeing where he was. He was definitely back to his normal self. ''please tell me this isn't what you mortals call Playing Doctor?'' he joked dryly.
''why? want us to cut something off?'' Tony threw back and Loki gave him an eye roll.
''so the blast seemed to have him snap out of it then?'' you asked Bruce and he shook his head as he looked over the screens.
''you said you were unsure what time the veil broke but by the small amount the affects should have only lasted about 5 minutes, especially in his system compared to if one of us were affected.''
You stilled for a moment with your eyes wide and your mind buzzing. The affects only lasted 5 minutes... the whole events were certainly not 5 minutes.. your eyes moved to Loki's waiting ones and he had a smirk on the entire time.
''b-bastard!-''
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