#but you are friend too lula !!!

[lanliingwang]

been watching hugtto precure lately (which share soundtrack composers with haikyuu!) so I just...keep thinking. what if hugtto cast and haikyuu cast meet somehow...

#I just know in my heart ruru and osamu would Bond Over Food asjksdhg #but also hana and hinata!! #(kotori and natsu off to the side bond over their fond exasperation at their ridiculous older siblings tbh) #but also I feel like ruru and kageyama would get along too even if it's a bit awkward at first #but it's cute also... #homare and aran would definitely be friends and you can't convince me otherwise tbh #(or homare and the younger hirugami...) #I feel like saaya and kita would be v cute as friends also (or her and suga tbh) #crossover thoughts #hugtto precure #haikyuu #greatest apologies to hugtto or haikyuu fans who don't know of the other show sjskdjgkh I Just have thoughts #lulas's randomness #wait I almost forgot -- emiru and tsukki or yamaguchi tbh...or emiru and yachi!! #emiru and yachi overthinking squad tbh #but also emiru and semi would also b cute...bond over music <3 #ik I'm using 'cute' a lot but they would be cute friendships!!

[writing-reaper]

Bad Batch Reacts…

To Falling in Love

(A short Valentine’s Day special)

Note: Two posts nearly back to back?! Impossible! Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope this is tooth rottingly sweet enough to satisfy. I wish you all a happy Valentine’s Day! If you’re spending it alone like me: make sure you take the day to appreciate yourself! Either way, this day is about love so be sure to share it with everyone around you!

Description: After the Bad Batch has known you for a while, they’ve slowly come to realize that they’ve fallen for you.

Warnings: fluff, curses, and more fluff

Crosshair

When Crosshair realized he fell in love, it hit him hard.

Denial, denial, denial.

You’re his friend, and a good one.

Too good apparently.

It started with the little things:

When his sarcasm turned from cynical to humorous,

He no longer distastefully glared your way,

He became more patient,

When you messed up your aim he helped you adjust instead of simply criticizing you,

He wanted to use his humor to make you laugh,

He let you closer,

He opened up more to you,

Your smile drew him in,

His glaring eyes would soften at the sight of you,

He skipped lunch just to see you when you were sick,

And one drunken night, he told you just how much you meant to him.

Even though he was drunk, he remembered word for word what he said and those tears that fell from your eyes as you graced him with a smile he’d never seen.

Then, his heart would begin to race.

He was suddenly self conscious about the little things: his breath, his sweat, his smell.

When it finally hit him that he was in love with you, a piece of that hard exterior chipped and Crosshair fell into a panic, trying to repair it.

He gave you the cold shoulder once again.

If you came to close he’d scare you off with a glare before it would soften as soon as you turned your back.

He’d skip meals if it meant avoiding you and this scary vulnerability he felt.

When he overheard you crying to Hunter about his behavior, he realized this disrepair would never go away.

Maybe he should’ve realized long ago that this vulnerability was ok, even if you rejected him he knew your love was unconditional, but he was just so afraid he’d lose you.

But Crosshair quickly recognized that blocking you out to repair his walls was also causing you harm.

He knew what he had to do.

He was a soldier, he shouldn’t be this afraid.

Crosshair would allow his mind to succumb to a fantasy before he took any action.

It was after Hunter scolded him he realized he needed to act soon, if not now.

Crosshair waited till the early morning, when he knew you’d be awake, to tell you everything.

You at least deserved that.

Fear strikes through his heart once more when that door opens, but he knew he had to do this.

“I need to talk to you.”

Wrecker

When Wrecker falls in love, he succumbs himself to the blissful feeling.

He’ll spend every moment he can around you

He’d follow you to the ends of the world if it were possible.

It took him a while to realize he had fallen in love with you, though he had taken notice of just how much more attractive you’d become the longer he knew you.

He’d become more and more protective with time, and more and more playful.

Wrecker would try to share food and treats with you despite his usual gluttony.

In fact, his brothers would realize before he did that he was head over heels for you.

If you expressed even the slightest annoyance of foot pain or leg pain he’d offer to carry you.

He’d spend every spare second he had on you or assisting you or simply thinking about you.

He’d try to impress you with feats of his strength,

He even offered you Lula for a night after you confessed to having some bad dreams.

However, he still didn’t realize that his feelings for you were no longer platonic.

That was until he did.

It was when the two of you were watching a holofilm when he finally realized what was happening.

You fell asleep on top of him and suddenly his whole face felt hot and all his attention went to you.

His heart was racing as he made his best attempt to be as still as a rock.

Despite being with you all night, he couldn’t fall asleep and couldn’t bring himself to get up and move you.

The first person he tells is Crosshair, technically he rants to Lula first, but she’s not exactly the best at giving advice.

Wrecker didn’t know how to tell you, but he wanted to tell you as soon as possible.

He took some of Crosshair’s advice, but then opted to confide in his other three brother’s who were just as unsurprised as Crosshair at the news.

Wrecker takes all the advice he could get before he pays you a visit.

“I uh… I have something to tell you.”

Tech

Tech realizes quickly, surprised and confused by the changes in his heartbeat.

At first he thought he was sick when his face would get warm and his heartbeat would increase significantly.

However, that wouldn’t make any sense seeing as it only happened when he was around you or thinking about you.

It was easy to conclude this simple solution:

Tech had fallen in love with you.

It wasn’t hard to believe.

Tech found you rather charming.

You were a passionate and curious character, traits Tech admired.

Just to see if this theory was, in fact, true he began a series of tests.

These tests involved:

Standing or sitting close to one another,

Physical touch with the other person (including, but not limited to, the brushing of skin or an admittedly awkward hug),

Flirting (or, at least, his best attempt),

And, finally, a distraction test.

The results of each test relayed the same conclusion: Tech was in love with you.

But was he brave enough to tell you?

Probably not.

Tech would end up taking a similar course of action as Crosshair.

He’d isolate himself, but not to repair his walls.

Rather, Tech wanted to do his research as quietly as possible.

He avoided you, without trying to seem like he was avoiding you, in order to ensure his confession runs smoothly.

In fact, his first written confession was two pages long.

And, while he was certain you’d understand, he wanted to ensure his point wasn’t lost and that point was simple:

He is in love with you.

Tech waits for the right time before knocking at your door.

He’d studied typical romantic customs and revised what he’d say too many times to count just to ensure this moment went smoothly.

He waits at your door, flowers in hand.

“It has come to my attention that I have developed a deep romantic attraction to you. If you find you share my affections, then I hope you will allow me to utilize my research and follow the proper customs as I ask you to join me on a date this evening.”

Hunter

While Hunter didn’t realize right away that he had fallen in love with you, he still realized quite quickly after.

He had always found your company enjoyable and admired many of your traits.

However, it wasn’t until he realized just how much comfort you brought him that he had fallen in love with you.

He admired you as a person, as well as your work ethic, but he never thought his feelings for you were ever more than platonic.

It wasn’t until one rowdy night at 79’s when he realized just how attracted to you he really was.

Normally, the bright lights, music, and heavy smell of alcohol would become to much for him in the short hour or two they were at the clone bar.

But today?

Today you were with them.

You and that sweet perfume you wore around the base, but never on missions.

You’d explained it to him before, and he remembered clearly, about how you didn’t want to wear it in case the smell ever began to bug him.

It was crazy just how drawn he was to that sweet smell now,

Perhaps just simply because that scent lead to you and that sweet smile and loving eyes.

It was the longest they’d ever been at the bar, Tech made that fact very well known on their way back to base.

Hunter realized just how grounded he was when he was around you.

It wasn’t the first time he relied on your familiar and sweet scent to stabilize his senses, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Hunter knew he had fallen for you, but what he hadn’t realized was just how hard he fell for you.

At least, he didn’t realize before he had absent mindedly followed your scent across base and to your small office space.

The worst lie he’d ever told left his lips before he quickly left, completely embarrassed for doing something so silly.

His feelings for you felt unreal at times, his senses lulling him into a day dream simply because you passed by or sent him a smile.

Hunter could never bring it upon himself to avoid you, already starved for affection and comfort as a soldier.

But now, he had you.

Originally, Hunter didn’t plan on confessing to you.

It wasn’t until he found you were also falling for him that he thought it could be a good idea.

So, at the end of a mission on a serene planet, he’d pluck a flower from the ground and tuck it in your hair.

“I’d normally try plucking the petals, but I know it’d be easier to ask you myself…”

Echo

Echo had become significantly more in-tune to his emotions since his release from the Techno Union.

So when he fell in love with you, he knew the moment his face warmed and his heart skipped a beat.

You were one of the only people who ever brought him this kind of warmth, but even so, his insecurities slapped him with a forbidding cold.

Echo was happy to accept the fact he was in love with you.

The only problem?

He could never accept the possibility that you could love him the way he loved you.

It simply seemed impossible that your unconditional platonic love could turn into an unconditional romantic love; not when you could do better.

Echo would keep his feelings to himself for a while, preferring to enjoy your love in the safest way possible: as your friend.

The Batch had encouraged him numerous times to confess his feelings to you, but he was as stubborn as an old bantha.

It wasn’t until a deep, heartfelt conversation with Rex that Echo realized just how much he had to lose if he didn’t at least tell you.

While he wouldn’t quite panic, he wouldn’t know what to do when it came down to confessing to you.

He tried once, but you were just too perfect in that moment for him to ruin it with these feelings of love he had that felt forbidden.

Unfortunately for Echo, he never truly got the chance to confess on his own.

He wasn’t sure who told you, or if you’d just simply figured it out on your own, but the look of joy on your face when he confirmed that he was, in fact, in love with you made him not care in the slightest who told on him.

“I love you, cyare. And I don’t think I could ever stop.”

#star wars #x reader #the bad batch #tbb #bad batch x reader #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb x reader #tbb hunter #the bad batch x reader #tbb headcanons #tbb wrecker #star wars tbb #tbb echo x reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb crosshair #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #valentines day #bad batch x you

[1slightly-mad1]

This is gonna be a long one so bear with me…

Emerging once again with some more fun stuff! I attended Megacon this past weekend on Saturday and Sunday and did some pretty awesome stuff. First off I met Daniel Logan (played Boba Fett in Attack of the Clones) and he was such a sweetheart to me! I started it off by telling him I apologized in advance for how awkward I am and he said, “That’s okay! I’m awkward too! Just in an extroverted way!” He didn’t even stay behind his table he came around to stand next to me and talk and ended it by saying, “Come here, give me a hug.” And gave me the nicest hug (I always want to hug celebrities I meet but always freeze up and forget to so it was really nice of him to offer it).

Then I went over to his space dad, Temuera Morrison! The line was super long but I had my Lula plush and headphones to get me through it. Unfortunately they had to hurry things along because he had to get to his panel (which worked for me because I wanted to see the panel too) but I did manage to tell him that I think his portrayal of Boba Fett is the coolest, to which he said, “Thank you so much, but really, look at you! You’re much cooler!” And gave me a fist bump (I was wearing a Boba Fett shirt, Boba Fett jacket, Boba Fett backpack, and had Bad Batch pins on my jacket).

Then I went to the panel and met up with my friend to go meet Dee Bradley Baker afterward and we got super lucky because he was on a break so there was a very very short line to see him. We both walked up together and got Bad Batch prints and he used his Tech voice when signing mine and Wrecker voice when signing theirs. I then really wanted to tell him how much all of the Bad Batch mean to me because I’m an odd one out, but the one I really feel connected with it Tech. I told him how much the moment in Season 2 Epsiode 9 between Tech and Omega meant to me and how it made me feel seen and while explaining to him he continued using his Tech voice and then told me, “You’re not alone out there.” And that pretty much wrapped up Saturday.

Starting Sunday off early of me practically running to catch the Clone Wars panel (and accidentally making my friend think it was a different panel that they really wanted to see) and we got a free print! (I’ll show off my haul in a different post) During the panel, Dee Bradley Baker was asked who his personal favorite clone is and he talked about how much he likes the Bad Batch because they’re the odd ones out, much like him. Then someone asked the cast what their favorite mental health moment in Star Wars is and Dee Bradley Baker brought up the exact moment I told him about the previous day and talked about how he’s had people come up to him to tell him that that moment made them felt seen (I have a video of it that I’ll post as well). Once he started talking about it I was tearing up something awful (which was bad because I had done my makeup up a bit more than usual). The whole panel was so happy and meaningful, I think several tears were shed among the audience at some points. However, the main event of the day was yet to come.

I was going to meet the man who started this all, who started my social media presence in Tumblr and opened up a whole new experience for me. I, after 12 years of being a huge fan, was going to meet Tom Hiddleston. Unfortunately, the people in charge of keeping his autographs and photo ops coordinated gave me severe run arounds. I was told several different things, so luckily I covered my bases on all ends to finally make sure that I was going to the right spot at the right time. He had a panel at the end of the day right before the last batch of autographs (which I was part of) and my friend had a ticket to it (it was prepaid and I didn’t want to spend a fuck ton more) so we both went over to the area of the panel and autograph together at 3:00 PM. My ticket for the autograph was 5:45. After some extra run arounds I finally figured out where I was supposed to be and met someone who talked with me the whole time we were in waiting. For the general admission line, I was second in line.

Then comes time for the panel to start, and it gets delayed by an hour and 20 minutes (because Megacon couldn’t coordinate things properly, surprise surprise). The panel started 5 minutes after my autograph ticket said that I was meant to be at the autograph room. I was lucky to be sitting with someone who talked with me the whole time because we were both in line for 4 hours. 7:00 PM rolls around and we’re finally getting ready to go into the room, and I already know that they’re going to keep everyone’s interaction brief because the rest of the convention closed at 5:00 PM.

As we walked in I could see him and I went dead silent because I’ve never seen him in person before. I brought my Lula plush with me again for Sunday and I don’t think I’ve held onto something tighter in my life. Then I heard him talk and I was absolutely stunned. When I say this man is so soft spoken and just has such a calming energy about him, I mean it. And he’s so pretty in person, I couldn’t believe it. The person I talked with in the line was the first person in line for general admission and was wearing Slytherin robes. She started to cry and was covering half her face with her sleeve and he looked up from the print he was signing for her and said, “I can see you.” In a joking way to make her laugh. Then it was my turn and at this point I probably looked like a scared toddler clutching their plushie against them. I luckily found words and it went something like, “I’ve been a fan of you since I was 12 and I’m 25 now and your work means a lot to me and Loki is my favorite and I think you’re great I’m sorry I’m just super starstruck” (said very quickly with no breaks). I didn’t even say hi, I just started with that. His smile was so sweet and he was so kind even though they had him keep everything brief and before I walked away I told him, “Thank you so much for being here” and he stopped the interaction with the next person in line to smile at me and say, “No, thank you for being here.” I was barely holding it together now and I walked out of the room like everything was fine.

Then my friends and I stopped outside of the room to talk and dry off my autograph and they were telling me how good I did. Well, I wasn’t speaking much and my hand was trembling. My close friend immediately noticed what was about to happen and hugged me, and I hugged them back and that’s when the tears began. I apologize if this part is a little dark for some, but this is what was going through my mind as my friend hugged me. The moment I started crying, I had my eyes closed and I imagined telling younger me, “We did it, we made it.” I had some really down and dark moments in my past between 2012 and now. I’m much better than I have been, but it hit me that I lasted long enough to see the day that I met the man who basically helped me get through some of my dark moments. Tom was such a sweetheart, and super fucking tall might I say. He was sitting down and we were at eye level with each other.

Thus the Megacon weekend concluded, and I do have to say that the coordination of things was… Not great. The celebrities there were absolute sweethearts to everyone, but some of the staff were very rude, some were giving people run arounds, and some were just straight up unhelpful. There were only a handful of staff that actually helped us out and were nice enough to not give an attitude about our questions. I knew that going Saturday and Sunday would be pretty packed, and luckily it wasn’t like last years Megacon event where we literally couldn’t move if we were in the Artist Alley. Outside of the celebrities there and panels that they had, the experience really wasn’t the greatest. This portion is basically just a warning to people, if you go to Megacon Orlando you’re likely not going to have the absolute best experience (unless you pay a fuck ton of money for VIP). Overall, it was a good and bad experience, I’m just happy that I met the people I wanted to meet. If you made it this far, thank you for reading. Until next time.

#Daniel Logan #Temuera Morrison #Dee Bradley Baker #Tom Hiddleston #Star Wars #Star Wars: Attack of the Clones #Attack of the Clones #Boba Fett #Jango Fett #Clone Troopers #Captain Rex #Commander Cody #The Bad Batch #TBB Hunter #TBB Crosshair #TBB Tech #TBB Wrecker #TBB Echo #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #The Clone Wars #Marvel #The Avengers #Loki #Loki Laufeyson

[gooselycharm]

hi there! i'd just like to say that your kris and noelle "something else" comic has been driving me insane /pos and i'd love to hear more of your thoughts on those two!! their relationship is one of my favorite things in deltarune and your comic just got everything about them so right 🙏

thank you for reading "something else"! oh man, [more of] my thoughts on kris+noelle.... i sure got some of those.

this was one of the first tweets i made after finishing chapter 2 nearly... freaking 2 years ago. and basically i've just been saying that over and over again in different ways because i'm still not tired of the concept yet and probably wont ever be LOL. i'm obsessed with how badly the narrative wants to force them into an easily categorizable dynamic, especially the romantic one in snowgrave. the literal THORN RING, the more possessive dialogue options, spamton calling noelle a side chick LOL... it all creates this unnerving visual novel bad end atmosphere that feels manufactured by someone who's only ever learned about romance through secondhand sources. they're two queer teens trying to navigate their changing relationship with the only role models they know being their parents' own failed heterosexual marriages. they're so divorced² (divorced children of divorce).

i also like that for being so tragically doomed coded they can be funny! both in a dark humor way and also like, genuinely funny, like the stories of them as kids with kris covering themselves in ketchup and hiding under noelle's bed lmao. i mean there's even something funny about the romantic trappings of the snowgrave route, like trying to put wedding cake embellishments on a crime scene... you know, funny like kids trying on their parents clothes but they're too big and for some reason they're also crying and covered in blood? um.

i'm also SOOOO interested to see how snowgrave will continue in chapter 3! i really liked the hopeful note chapter 2 ended on (well. i took it as hopeful anyway). there's that bit where noelle is talking to herself and she says something like "recently kris has been acting so strange and no one else has noticed... i have to figure out why" and then kris jumpscares her LOL but i think i took that one line and really ran with it. noelle really is the one who knows kris best and despite how scared she is, she's still determined to help them... i like the little subversion of victim/hero going on, the implication that kris might be the one who needs rescuing.

the additional story/lore that came with the spamton sweepstakes made me CRAAAZYYYYY like my GOD... it's cute that noelle likes glitches/creepypasta when kris is kinda a walking creepypasta <3 also, god, noelle falling asleep listening to kris playing piano in the other room... there's so much like. wistfulness and nostalgia and this like... distant/detached intimacy packed into how noelle narrates that scene. it's kind of funny how much there is to dig into when like on a surface level they're just fairly regular childhood friends who grew apart LMAO they're extremely deep to me okay...

on another note i guess i do ship them? i like their dynamic whether it's platonic or romantic (the best is a weird mix of both 👍). it just can't be boring LOL like... this is one ship where trying to apply cookie cutter tropes to them really falls flat and the game is ahead of you on that anyway. in terms of romantically shipping them, i honestly don't think they're doomed to repeat patterns forever... i think they could actually be good for each other! but that's not really the aspect of their relationship that interests me akldjf;alk;sdg maybe i will make 60 page comic of kriselle going to couples counseling some other time

ANYWAY i'm going to cut myself off here, because i really could go on forever lol. i'll give you some links for further reading though

hellspawnmotel's deltarune art

lula pillowbug99's deltarune art

this art by raspbearis which features prominently in my internal kriselle bible

my own unfinished kriselle playlist

my own essay on gender & allegory in deltarune if for some reason u are not tired of hearing me talk yet

okay bye now & thanks again for reading my comic!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#deltarune #kriselle #im post #im really posting now. i be talking.

[abimess]

High School Enmities

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: There's only one way to solve intrigues with your best friend's sister. And it involves ice water and the complete lack of clothes. 

Word count: 2.244 || Pronouns: not used

Warnings: smut (18+ only!), shower sex, bottom!Wanda, fingering (r giving)

A/N: I wasn't gonna post this until the end of the month but I'm too excited about the election results (O LULA GANHOU PORRA PAU NO CU DO BOLSONARO) so here's some gay shit to celebrate! 

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

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“Nice game there, Y/n.” Congratulated Tony with an arm around your shoulder, Steve and Pietro humming their agreements soon after. You blush at the compliment, but before you can answer him, the brunette at the other end of the group and friends is talking. “It would've been nicer if she had caught those last two balls.”

“You can't count on me to fix all your mistakes, Maximoff. Try to be a better defender next time. Maybe spend less time showing off to the boys and more time paying attention to the game?” You hit back in the same tone, a smirk on your lips as you see her face red from anger. “You fuc-”

“Enough, you two!” It’s Natasha who says, looking between the two of you rebukingly. “We own, that’s all that matters.” The redhead remembers cheerfully, earning some encouraging comments from the rest of the group, but you and Wanda just glare at each other before you look away again. 

“Come on now, we all need a shower.” Carol says with a laugh - already used to your bickering with her best friends -, and you and the other girls rush to the locker room. “See you guys later at the party!” Tony exclaims, leaving with the rest of the boys as you say your goodbyes as well. Pietro, however, stays behind.

“Hey, Y/n, can I talk to you?” The boy calls you softly, and you frown as you nod, standing with him beside the door as the other girls walk in. “Sure, Piet, what’s up?” You ask once there’s only the two of you left, and he lets out a chuckle as he says, “This gotta stop, man.”

“I’ve tried! It’s not my fault your sister is a pain in my ass.” You grumble defensively, but the platinum-haired boy laughs some more, shaking his head with amusement. “But what happened between the two of you anyways?” He asks not long after, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “You guys used to be so close!”

“What can I say? People change.” You answer with a shrug of your shoulder, and Pietro can see by your posture that you don’t want to talk about it anymore, so he lets out a sigh, and decides to end the discussion with a request, saying gently. “Just… Can you try being a bit kinder to her? I hate seeing my best friend and my sister not getting along.”

“Sure, Piet, I’ll do my best.” You assure the boy with a smile that makes one of his own grow on his lips. “Thanks,” Pietro says sincerely, pulling you into a tight hug only to let you go the next moment. “Go shower now, you stink.” You laugh at the comment, and flip him off before walking inside the locker room. 

Most of the soccer team - who had arrived in the locker room before you - is already leaving and you exchange a few congratulatory comments with them when your paths cross. When you get to your own locker, you get your set of clothes, but frown when you see Carol, Nat, Hill and Rambeau still in their game uniforms.

“Where are you guys going? I thought you were going to shower.” You ask with curiosity, throwing the towel over your shoulder, and the four girls exchange glances - Nat with Maria Hill and Carol with Maria Rambeau. “We are, just not here.” It’s the blonde who says, and you chuckle at her insinuating tone, shaking your head amusedly.

“See you at the party?” Natasha asks as the four head towards the door, and you go close your locker. “Sure. Close the door on your wait out? I don’t want any weirdos trying to sneak in here again.” The four grimace at the memory, but you soon lighten the mood again as you joke, “have fun, sinners!”

The group laughs as they leave, closing the door behind them and leaving you and Wanda alone in the locker room. And, as the steps grow lower, the brunette walks towards you, closing the distance with her hands on your face and her lips on yours. 

“God, I missed this.” She lets out in a breath as she kisses you, and you smirk against her mouth, your hands on her waist as you walk a few steps with her, until her back slams against the metal doors of the lockers. “I’ll be honest, I was so close to kissing you in the middle of the game. You looked so hot on that field.”

Wanda lets out a soft chuckle as her hands take a hold of your hair, keeping your face as close to hers as it can be. You don’t mind, holding her hip bones just as tightly, pulling her body towards you. When your leg finds the space between her thighs, she breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp. 

“Do you really think I was showing off to the boys?” She takes advantage of your parted mouths to ask, and flashes from the game immediately come to your mind, of Wanda bending down more than she needed to grab the ball, pinning her hair in a ponytail and exposing all the beautiful details of her face, drinking water and letting it run down the soft skin on her neck... You were having a hard time sharing your attention between the scene and the comments and whistling from the boys in the bleachers. 

“All I know is they were definitely enjoying watching you play.” You take your lips to her neck as you finally answer, trying to keep your irritation under control but biting her skin harshly. Wanda shivers, her fingers tightening on your hair. But she lets out a husky little laugh against your ear.

“Is that jealousy, Y/l/n?” She teases, the rock of her hips against your leg driving you insane. “Good thing you’re the only one who can have me then.” The comment makes you groan, your fingers venturing under her shirt to squeeze her breast covered by her sports top, making the girl let out a low moan. 

“Besides… Wanna know a secret?” She asks in the same teasing tone, her hands sliding down to your face so she can have you looking at her. You look at her with eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, but the girl only smirks, leaning in so her lips are brushing yours as she says, “I was showing off for you.”

You groan against her lips as she kisses you sensually, and you can’t take it anymore, moving your hands up and lifting her shirt with them. Wanda stops you however, and her eyes dart to the door as she breaks the kiss. You smirk, leaving wet kisses along her neck that make her sigh.

“No one’s coming, Wands. They’re all outside already.” You remind her, and before the brunette can duel on it for longer, you suck that sensitive spot below her ear, and she moans as she gives in completely. 

You frown when the girl pushes you away from her, but your confusion dies down in a choke as she removes your shirt in a record time and takes her own off with one swift movement. Before you know it, you’re both naked, and the brunette is pushing you toward one of the shower stalls.

A hiss escapes your mouth as the cold water hits your back, but you don’t bother about it too much, the way Wanda is kissing you making your whole body heat up. Pressing her against one of the walls of the stall, you take a handful of her breast, swallowing her moan as she holds your shoulders for support. 

You play with her nipple until it stiffens between your fingers and move your hand away just to give her other breast the same attention. It doesn’t take long for the brunette to grow impatient, pushing her hips down towards your leg in search of more friction. 

As her pussy rubs against your thigh, you can feel her wetness mixing with the water of the shower, and you salivate immediately, biting her lower lip and making her whimper as your hand goes lower down her body. 

“You know, Pietro was talking to me about you earlier.” You tell her, but Wanda can barely process it, her mind clouded with arousal as one of your hands holds her leg against your body, the other tracing its way up her inner thigh. “He asked me to be kinder to you.” You let out a hoarse chuckle as you recall, smirking at the way the brunette looks at you eager for your touch. “I almost told him you don’t like it that way.” 

“Fuck, Y/n!” Wanda’s moans fill the room as you shove two fingers inside her without warning, her walls pounding against your digits. You fuck her hard, holding her in place as her legs start to fail her. Her hands, which were previously on your shoulders, slide down your back, her nails marking all the parts of your skin they meet.

You kiss her hungrily, but it doesn’t take long for the brunette to be unable to match it, her lips sloppily against yours as her orgasm approaches. So you just watch her, in awe at the sight of her parted lips, moaning and whimpering for you as the cold water slides down her perfect body, her breasts bouncing as you slam your fingers inside her. 

A high-pitched moan leaves her throat as you press your thumb on her clit, and the sound is so loud you finally remember where you are. So you kiss her again to muffle those sinful noises you love so much, and your tongue on hers is more than enough to send Wanda over the edge.

Her body spasms against you as you help her down her high, her teeth taking a hold of your lower lip in reflex, so harshly it stings. But you don’t stop her, and only pull away when her trembling hand rests on your wrist, her eyebrows furrowing at the overstimulation. She moans in complaint when you take your fingers off of her, however, and you let out a teasing chuckle as you take them to your mouth. 

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good.” You say after you sucked her juices out of your digits, but Wanda can’t even respond, her pupils fully dilated at the scene, her walls fluttering again, ready for more. “I need more.” You say as if reading her thoughts, but before you can kneel in front of her, you hear the locker room door open. 

“Y/n?” The familiar voice of your redheaded best friend calls your name, and you exchange an immediate look with Wanda, her eyes completely wide. “Nat?” You ask back, your index finger in front of your mouth to ask the brunette trapped between you and the wall to stay quiet - not that you needed to tell her that.

“Where’s your bag? I left my phone there.” Nat asks from the other side, and you let out a breath of relief. “It’s, uh, it’s in my locker.” You hear the girl moving around after she thanks you. You stay static to follow the girl’s movements by the sounds, hoping she’ll leave as soon as she gets her phone. When she does, however, she speaks. “So… Should I make up some excuse for Pietro not to wait for you two or what?”

“Wha-who-what?” You try to come up with a question but to no avail, your eyes as wide in shock as Wanda’s now. The redhead lets out an amused laugh at your clumsiness. “Well, Wanda's clothes are on the floor along with yours and I don't see any other showerheads turned on.”

This time, at your friend’s remarks, neither you nor Wanda are able to hold back your laughter, and the brunette hides her red face in your collarbone. “So?” Natasha insists about the question she'd made, the amusement evident in her voice. 

“We’re coming!” It’s Wanda who answers, her voice muffled by your skin, and you can only smile in disbelief at the whole interaction. “Oh, I’m sure you are.” The redhead hits back in a suggestive tone, making Wanda groan in embarrassment at the double meaning as your cheeks start to burn. “Nat!”

Natasha only laughs at your complaint, warning you to hurry up before leaving the locker room again. When the door closes and you’re left alone, Wanda lifts her face again, her cheeks as red as tomatoes. 

No one was supposed to know. Wanda’s father wouldn’t accept his daughter’s sexuality and you weren’t sure if you were ready to come out to your parents just yet. So keeping what you have a secret from everyone seemed like the best thing to do. Getting caught was definitely not in your plans.

But, as soon as her eyes meet yours, the two of you burst into laughter, any doubt or fear completely ignored in the face of the comical moment you have just had. The brunette doesn’t wait for you to stop laughing to bring her mouth to yours, and you smile against your lips as you match the kiss. 

Now, in Wanda’s mind, that was a kiss goodbye before the two of you left the shower to go meet your friends at the school’s parking lot. However, when your hands press her body against yours, she’s sure that’s not the case.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff au

[solozxo]

Muscle man

Nsfw 18+ Oneshot

(basically obsessing over jks muscles)

Warnings- smut , wall sex , dirty talk , penetration , tension , just pure filth and a slight bit of fluff if you look close enough

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“I’m literally so sexually frustrated these days Lula, i mean c’mon what do i have to do to get some dick- but like not attached to a worthless man” You sigh rummaging through some clothes looking for the perfect dress to cling to your body for a party your going to attend tonight.

“i mean you could always just buy a dildo” Lula’s laugh echos over the phone - making your eyes roll.

“God Lula you know what i meant- anyway what are you wearing tonight because i found just the dress” You smile holding the dress to your body whilst posing in the mirror.

“We must be linked because i just found one too” You both shriek and talk about how much your both looking forward to the party - doing your make up in the process.

It’s time to party

You and Lula walk in , head held high and hips swaying - feeling like the most beautiful people there.

Which you most definitely were

You find yourself seated straight at the bar whilst Lula mingles with the first hot lady she could see. such a flirt as usual

“i’ll take a martini please” you rest your head in your hands twirling a strand of your hair as you wait for your drink , the bass coming from the music already intoxicating you.

“HEY Y/N DO YOU SEE THAT BEEFCAKE OVER THERE?” Lula shouts down your ear , clearly lacking the social awareness to maybe tone it down

“Nope i haven’t noticed Lula” you laugh and shake your head at your friend who seems to be slightly drunk “Why what about him” seemly curious about this so called ‘beefcake’

“LOOK TO YOUR LEFT IN THE CORNER , THE MUSCLE GUY EYEING YO-“ you clasp your hand over Lula’s mouth , stopping her from any more shouting.

“Lula volumeee” you shake your head again with your hand still clasped on your drunken friends mouth.

“Lula ew gross” you pull your face as your friend tongues your palm. “well your suffocating me - plus you taste like something” she says smacking her lips.

“What the fuck do you mean i taste like something” You say , eyebrows raising , genuinely confused and curious all at once.

“you taste like….like…….hmm…you taste like virgin”

“PFFFT WHAT” You burst out laughing, clutching onto your chest for stability after hearing your friends absurd claim.

“Yeah dude , your so sex starved that your pussy is redeveloping it’s cherry - im serious” She says with the straightest face ever.

“okay whateverrr , go back to your babe whilst i finish my drink” You scoff swigging at your drink as she bids you fairwell - taking clutch to the girls waist and disappearing in the crowd.

You look over at the guy in the corner who was supposedly ‘eyeing you’ and decide to make a move since he clearly doesn’t have the balls too , so you finish off your drink wiping off the remaining droplets from your bottom lip and strut his way , keeping eye contact the whole time.

He’s leaning on the wall in the corner of the room , his hair is jet black and is styled in a slight wet look with piercings on his lip , he has a white shirt on that clings onto his body in the most perfect way with a few buttons down - too slutty to comprehend , with black jeans that outline his thighs , making them look like the most comfortable seat.

You practically salivate at the sight of him , hoping he only feels the same way you do as you inch closer to him.

And he does

Every step you inch closer to him he scans over your body and admires you again and again , as if his memory resets after each step you take and he’s looking at you again for the first time.

He saw you giggling with your friend , the way your smile lit up the dark and stuffed room , how you twirled your hair when you were waiting for your drink and how you walking into the place , rightfully making it your own.

You captured him and now he craves you.

He came to this party purely with the intention to support his friend after a break up , having no true relationship for a while or sexual relations- which is a hunger he now suddenly you craves all because of you.

-

“Hey , i’m Y/N and you are?” You ask with a smile - slightly tilting your head as you look at his features up close - He’s pretty. almost too pretty.

“I’m Jungkook , you wanna dance?” He says taking a step closer to you holding his hand out - his delicious and veiny hand-

“Let’s dance” you smirk , taking his hand into your own - leading him onto the dance floor.

He’s rather tall , his frame completely toppling over you , you suddenly want to be dominated despite having a dominant nature.

You go to take his hands and guide them to your waist as you guessed he’s hesitant, but you guessed wrong when he proceeds to slides his hands around your waist , slightly caressing your ass and leaning towards your ear.

“Don’t be shy you can touch me” He says as he slides his hands down your arms , pulling them around his neck - inching his face closer to your own , looking into your eyes and occasionally glancing at your lips.

The air grows thick and tense as you can feel his breath fanning over your mouth , urging you to make his lips your own.

You slide your hands to his neck , fingertips playing with the lobe of his ear.

“I wanna get out of here” You exhale , licking your lips and staring into his eyes with pure desire.

“I live close?” He breathes out , chest rising and falling.

“let’s go” You both nod simultaneously and he takes his hand into yours leading you through the crowd.

You don’t worry about Lula as she already arranged her escape earlier on.

You jump in his car eagerly , Barely fastening your seatbelt as all you can think about is how big his dick is and how sexy he would look inside of you.

He instantly clutches his wheel and drives to his house , whilst you on the other hand is desperate for some type of physical contact as you rub your thighs together to catch any friction you can.

Jungkook slings his hand over to you - gripping your plump thigh to tame you on the journey.

-

You both tumble into his house , almost forgetting to shut the door behind the both of you as your lips clash - hands travelling up eachothers bodies , your tongues swirling together and your fingers lock into his hair - slightly tugging onto it making him groan.

He slides his hands down to your waist firmly gripping onto you, “jump baby” , and you did in an instant - wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck - lips refusing to part.

He pushes your back sternly against the wall , hoisting you up as he unbuckles his belt and kissing on your neck.

“Let me know if you wanna stop” He breathes out , looking into your eyes - slightly pausing his movement.

“No no don’t stop” You whimper , wanting nothing more then his touch right now.

He understands your desperation and lets his jeans pool around his ankles - underwear still intact , gripping onto your thighs as your dress rides up to your waist.

He looks down between your legs , noticing your lacey damp panties and he takes a singular finger and rubs between your clothed folds - brushing over your clit.

You bite your lip and grind down onto his finger , practically begging for any type of relief you can get.

“All for me? , let’s see how you feel rubbing that pussy on my dick hmm”

He pushes you directly onto his hard buldge and grabs your hips - rubbing your covered clit on his cock.

“Oh ye- yes” Your head falls back - thumping into the wall , body stuttering as you have never felt so horny in your life.

“Shit i need more of you - wanna fuck you against this wall- fuck , you want that? hm? want me to fuck your pussy nice against this wall?” He moans out , sending you through the roof.

“ mhm fuck me like it’s your last time” You grip onto his shoulders for stability as your body goes weak from pleasure.

Jungkook wastes no time in removing his boxers , his dick instantly springing up slapping against your clothed hole.

He pushes you slightly down onto his bare dick , but your underwear blocks that rightful penetration you crave - making you whine like a desperate kitten.

“Hmm let’s get rid of these shall we” He hooks his finger onto your panties , sliding them down your legs at an eager pace.

As soon as they hit the floor he grabs onto your hips and effortlessly lifts you up , putting his muscles to use , and hovers you over his painfully hard dick.

“You ready? You want this?” He raises his brow and bites his bottom lip.

“God jungkook just fuck me” you whine , eyes practically watering.

After your answer , he wastes no time in dipping the tip of his cock into you - making both of your jaws fall slack.

The veins on his arms pulsate as he grips onto you , plunging into you hard and steady like your his own personal fuck toy that he moves up and down his shaft how he pleases. He pushes his chest into yours to get a better grip of your body - hiding his face into the your neck as he pushes you up more firmly into the wall- fucking you into it.

“Fuckk oh- yes your so tight and wet for me - let me hear how good your taking this dick” he moans out , thrusting up into you like an animal with no remorse.

“Fuck me harder” You say through clenched teeth , wanting nothing more than for jungkook to completely ruin you.

And with that he smashes his hips between your thighs , your cunt squelching and squeezing his dick - making your body jolt up into the wall like a feeble doll with no self control.

Your bodies drip with sweat and pant as you both crave release.

“Kook baby , im gonna cum” You say , nails clawing away at his broad back.

“Yeah? i want you to cum on my dick , im close too , cum with me beautiful” he grunts as his thrusts move quicker after hearing that nickname fall from your lips , fingers practically engraving your thighs as he chases his high.

After more thrusting and grinding , you clench on his length , body stuttering against his as his movements become uncoordinated and sloppy - cum seeping deep into you and drooping out of your bruised cunt.

Catching your breath , you climb down from his frame as he collects the both of your items from the ground.

“That was incredible” You pant , to which he nods and agrees.

“You wanna lay in bed with me for a while? i feel like i didn’t really get to talk to you enough tonight?” he asks gently whilst putting his boxers on , breathing heavily as if he didn’t have you pressed against the wall seconds ago.

“I didn’t take you for the clingy type” you joke.

“I’m not , but you captivate me and i wanna know why” He responds truthfully.

Wow for such a built guy he sure is cute

“Well luckily you caught my attention too , lead the way beefcake” You gesture for him to take the lead.

“Beefcake?” He laughs , taking your hand as he carries the bundle of clothing in one arm.

“It’s some nickname my friend came up with , guess your too muscular for your own good” you say poking his firm arm as you walk into his room - instantly making yourself comfortable, wrapping the sheets around you.

“You think?” he smirks and removes his shirt , surprisingly for the first time tonight - revealing a beautiful toned body , a nice set of abs and a glorious v line and happy trail which you could swear leads to heaven.

“Don’t make me horny again and just lay nexto me for goodness sake” You say covering your reddened cheeks with your hands as he laughs and climbs into bed nexto you , engulfing your frame.

“Sooooo y/n , what’s your favourite colour” He smiles in your face like a dork.

“Don’t be ridiculous” you shake your head as you both laugh out loud at the most overused question in the books.

“i’m kidding” He grins “You better be” you say snuggling upto him , feeling rather comfortable with a man you just met.

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Ac: quite like this one

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jjk #jungkook x reader

[originallandlockedmariner]

2023

Pickleball. Generative AI. Lula takes office in Brazil, Amazon Rainforest throws a party. Prince Harry refusing to stop talking about his frozen penis no matter how many times society begged him to stop. UFOs are real. Viral cat dubbed ‘largest cat anyone has ever seen’ gets adopted. Pee-Wee’s big adventure ends. Musk & X. Turkey-Syria earthquake kills thousands. India surpasses China as ‘country squeezing in the most peeps’. Tucker Carlson ousted. Miss USA and her 30 lbs moon costume. Wildfires in Kelowna and Hawaii. Macron tinkers with retirement age of the French. Paltrow can’t ski. Big Red Boots. Bob Barker leaves us. Alabama mom delivers 2 babies from her 2 uteruses in 2 days. Charles III. Ukrainian counteroffensive against Russian forces as the war drags on. Taylor Swift is Time’s Person of the Year. African ‘coup belt’. Flo-Jo dies in her sleep. Chinese spy balloon shot down. Hollywood writers strike. Human ‘nice mugshot’ Shitstain and his 91 indictments. Highest interest rates in 2 decades. The Bear’s Christmas episode. War in Gaza. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Alex Murdaugh. Ocean Cleanup removes 25 000 lbs of trash from the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Vase purchased for $3.99 sells for $100 000 at auction. Barbenheimer. A third of Pakistan is flooded. Lionel Messi is the GOAT. Travis Kelce. The Sphere opens in Las Vegas. Regulators seized Silicon Valley Bank and Signature Bank, resulting in two of the three largest bank failures in U.S. history. “The Woman In Me”. WHO declares COVID ain’t a thing no more. Titan sub sinks, rich people die. Matthew Perry drowns. Dumbledore Dies (again). Massive sales of ‘Fuck Trudeau’ flags for jacked-up micro-dick trucks. Everything Everywhere All At Once. June-August was the hottest three-month period in recorded history across the Earth. Tina Turner dies. And the Beatles release a new song?! Wow… You got big shoes to fill 2024.

Archives for context:

2020

Kobe. Pandemic. Lockdown. Koalas on fire. Harry and Meg retire. Toilet paper hoarding. Alcoholism. Impeach the f*cker. Parasite. Bonnie Henry. Tiger King. Working from home. Sourdough bread. Harvey Weinstein guilty. Zoom overdose. Dip your body in sanitizer. 6 feet. Quarantine. OK Boomer. Home schooling (everyone passes). Murder hornets. Dolly Parton. Don’t hug, kiss or see anybody, especially your family. Chris Evans’ junk. TikTok. Glory holes. Face masks. CERB. West Coast wildfires. Stay home. Small Businesses lose, big box stores win. F*ck Bozos. ‘Dreams’ and cranberry juice. Close yoga studios, but thumbs up to your local gym. Speak moistly to me. George Floyd. BLM. F*ck Trump. Phase 2, 3 and Summer. RBG. Baby Yoda. Biden wins. Bond and Black Panther die. No more lockdown. Back to school and work. Just kidding... giddy up round 2. Giuliani leaks shit from his head. Resurgence of chess. UFOs are real. Restrictions. Dave Grohl admits defeat. Monolith. “F*ck... forgot my mask in the car”. No Christmas shenanigans allowed. Bubbles. Alex Trebek. Use the term ‘dumpster fire’ one too many times. Jupiter and Saturn form 'Christmas Star'. Happy New Year Bitches!!!! 2021... you better not sh*t the bed!!

2021

“We love you, you’re very special”. Failed coup attempt at the Capital. Twitter, FB and IG ban Donny. Hammerin’ Hank goes to the Field of Dreams. Bozo no longer richest man but still a twat. Leachman, Tyson, and Holbrook pass. The economy is worse than expected. Kim and Kanye split. Brood X cicadas. Dre has an aneurysm and nearly has his home broken into. Bridgerton. MyPillow CEO is a douche. Covid restrictions extended indefinitely. Captain Von Trapp dies. Proud Boys officially a Terrorist Organization. Richard Ramirez. Cancer takes Screech. Travel bans. Impeachment trial (again?… oh and this was barely February? WTF??!!) Suez Canal blockage. Myanmar protest. Kong dukes it out with Godzilla, while Raya watches. Olympics. Friends compare elective surgeries. F9. Canada Women’s Soccer Gold. Free Britney. Multiverses. Residential Schools in Canada unearth children’s bodies. Kate is Mare of Easttown. Cuomo resigns. Disney and Dwayne cruise together. Wildfires. Delta variants. Musk passes Bezos. Candyman x 5. Capt. Kirk goes to space. F*ck Kyle Rittenhouse. Astros didn’t win. Squid Game. Goodbye Bond. Dune is redone. Angelina is Eternal. Astroworld deaths. Meta. Omicron. Three Spidermen. Tornados in December? World Juniors cancelled. Pills against Covid. School opening delayed. And Betty White dies. 2022… my expectations are ridiculously low…

2022

Wow… eight billion people. Queen Elizabeth II passes away after ruling the Commonwealth before dirt was invented. The monkeypox. Russia plays the role of global a**hole. Wordle. Mother Nature rocks Afghanistan. Hover bike. Styles spits on Pine. Olivia Newton John, Kristie Alley, and Coolio leave us. Pele was traded to team Heaven. FTX implodes. Madonna and the 3-D model of her vagina. Pig gives his heart to a human. Beijing can brag that it is the first city ever to host both the Summer Olympics and Winter Olympics. Uvalde. $3 trillion Apple. Keith Raniere gets 120 years. The Whisky War ends with Canada and Denmark going halfsies. Mar-a-Lago. Nick Cannon brood hits a dozen. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Inflation goes through the roof (if you can actually afford to put a roof over your head). Volodymyr Zelensky. European heat wave. Bennifer. Salman Rushdie is stabbed on stage, Dave Chappelle tackled, and Chris Rock is only slapped. Thích Nhất Hạnh. Heidi Klum goes full slug. Cuba knocked out by Ian. Liz Truss and 4.1 Scaramuccis. Taylor Swift breaks Ticketmaster. Human shitstain Elon Musk ignores helping mankind and buys Twitter instead. Riri becomes a mommy. NASA launches Artemis 1. Trump still a whiny little b*tch. Music lost Loretta Lynn, Christine McVie, and Meat Loaf. Democracy died at least three times. Pete Davidson continues to date hottest women on the planet (no one understands how?!) Microplastics in our blood. Alex Jones is a c*nt. So is DeSantis. Argentina wins the World Cup. Meghan and Harry. Eddie Munson rips Metallica in the Upside Down. tWitch. Roe vs Wade is overturned by the micro dick energy of the Supreme Court. CODA. James Corden shows he is a "tiny Cretin of a man". Amber (and the sh*t on the bed) Heard (round the world). Sebastian Bear-McClard proves he’s one of the f*cking dumbest men alive. Latin America's ‘pink tide’. Anti-Semitic rants by Ye. Bob Saget. A verified blue checkmark. Godmother of punk Vivienne dies. And, Tom Cruise feels the need for speed yet again. 2023… whatcha got for us?!? Nothing shocks me anymore.

@daily-esprit-descalier

#me #my words #doodles

[kybercrystals94]

Merriest Days Ahead (Part 1)

Read here on Ao3!

Febuwhump 2024 | Day 23 | Alternative Prompt 6: Immortality

Rated: G | Words: 3,343 | Summary: Pabu has a month long holiday honoring the cultures and traditions of its citizens…Omega wants to contribute.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

This is within the same timeline as my other two stories “Scars & Toothpicks” & “Stay”. Probably takes place after both of these stories, but can absolutely be read as a stand alone!

OMEGA

Omega knows she has the best room in the entire house. While it is the smallest room, she prefers the term “cozy”. The ceiling is slanted so that she can only stand fully upright in half of it, but that just gives the room personality. The best part, the most amazing part, is the window. It is round with a bright pink, airy curtain that allows the sunlight to seep through. During the day, when she pushes it aside, she can see the ocean stretch to where it touches the sky in a nice, crisp line. When the sun sets, she can see it melt into the water, painting the sky and the sea with swatches of indescribable color. And when it is dark, the lights of the city sparkle like stars, winking up at her, reminding her that she and her brothers are not alone anymore. They have friends, people, community. The citizens of Pabu treat them like natborns. They aren’t clone soldiers here. They are the family that lives in the little house near the very top of the island.

And Omega loves it, and she knows her brothers do too…even if they don’t say it in words. She sees it in their actions, their smiles, their eyes. Clones were bred to survive, not live. But here they are, her brave brothers, living. She is so happy for them. For all of them.

Tonight, Omega fell asleep on the Marauder only an hour before they arrived back in Pabu after a supply run. She wakes a little when she feels the landing mechanisms activate, the pitched whine of the ship making a gentle descent on the landing pad. She scrunches her eyes shut, knowing that if she’s asleep, one of her brothers will carry her home.

Home. She loves that word.

“Omega?” Hunter’s voice, then his footsteps approach the seat Omega is curled in. Her brother chuckles, and Omega knows that Hunter knows she’s awake, but she keeps her eyes closed and tries to hide her smile in her arms.

“Just leave her,” Crosshair says. “If she wakes up with a crick in her neck, it's her own fault.”

Omega knows he doesn’t mean it.

“Tempting,” Hunter agrees softly, amusement evident.

“Then again,” Crosshair continues with a sigh, “hearing her whine about it tomorrow would make all of us suffer.”

Arms scoop her up and cradle her against the hard plastoid of a chestplate. The Batch doesn’t wear much of their armor anymore, but when they do, it’s under loose-fitting civvies to keep it hidden. Omega’s cheek rests against the coarse woolen material of Crosshair’s favorite sweater. Wrecker jokes that Crosshair likes the abrasive fabric because it matches his personality, but Omega knows it is because Crosshair likes the color: black with accents of red woven throughout.

Omega peeks up at her waspish brother’s face. He catches her. “If I find out you’re awake, you’re walking,” Crosshair murmurs. Omega snaps her eyes shut. “That’s what I thought.”

She must’ve fallen back asleep, because the next thing Omega is aware of is being deposited into her bed, Crosshair dropping her on the mattress with a soft thump. “Get ready for bed, you little womp rat.”

“I’m already asleep,” Omega whines, stretching out her arms. She accidentally knocks Lula off the bed.

Crosshair picks up the stuffed tooka and tosses it at Omega’s face. “Teeth brushed. Night clothes on,” he orders, pointing at her. “Then sleep.”

“Ugh!” Omega laments, but she rolls out of her bed with reluctant obedience.

Crosshair grins triumphantly around a toothpick before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Omega quickly changes into night clothes and then goes to the fresher to brush her teeth. She can hear her brothers talking in the common room, and the bitter scent of caff being brewed. Omega doesn’t know how they can stand the stuff. She tries it, but usually only with a healthy splash of cream and a heaping spoon of sugar. Even then, her brother’s laugh at the array of facial expressions she goes through as she sips at it with early meal.

Breakfast, Omega reminds herself, It’s called breakfast.

Once Omega has scrubbed her teeth clean, she bounds down the stairs with renewed energy. Her second wind, as Hunter calls it, disperses any tiredness she felt before.

“I thought you were already asleep,” Crosshair grumbles over his mug.

“I was until you made me change and brush my teeth,” Omega shoots back, climbing up on the couch between Hunter and Wrecker. There isn’t really enough room, but she makes herself fit, snugly squished between them. Wrecker laughs and moves his arm to the couch back to make more space.

“Forgive me for being responsible,” Crosshair says, rolling his eyes.

“Wanna taste of my caf?” Wrecker booms, “No cream or sugar, just like you like it.”

Omega scrunches her nose and sticks out her tongue. “Blech! Gross. I like Tech’s caff better.”

“Tech’s caff is ninety-five percent sugar,” Hunter says, hiding a smile behind his mug.

“Now wait a minute,” Tech starts indignantly.

“That’s why little girls like it,” Crosshair chortles gleefully.

Omega soaks in the lighthearted teasing, the warm feeling of safety and stability she hadn’t ever realized was missing until it was gifted to them on Pabu. It had been stolen for a moment when she was kidnapped by Hemlock, when she thought Tech was dead, and Crosshair imprisoned…but now, they have it back. And she never wants to let it go again.

Hunter nudges her, and Omega opens her eyes. She can’t remember when she closed them. “Off to bed, little one,” he says gently.

She nods, and wiggles her way off the couch. “G’night,” she mutters sleepily, waving vaguely, to no one in particular. A chorus of answering goodnights follow her up the staircase. Omega creeps into her little room and climbs into bed. She pushes aside her curtain to look out at the winking village lights. She gasps.

Amongst the usual street lamps and lit windows are thousands of colorful pinpricks of light, strung along the streets and around posts and rooftops. They look like luminous manifestations of pure joy, dazzling sparkles of happiness glittering across the place she didn’t think she could possibly love more.

“Hunter!” she calls, the first name she thinks of.

Omega has her nose pressed against the window pane Hunter comes in. “What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks. Maybe Omega had sounded a little frantic when she called for him in her excitement.

“Look! It’s beautiful!” Omega pulls away from the window enough for Hunter to lean over the bed and look out for himself. “What are those lights? What do they mean?”

Hunter smiles. “I forgot you didn’t see the lights when we were coming down from the ship. Tech said they’re decorative lights for the holidays.”

“What kind of holidays?” Omega asks.

“I’m not sure…we can ask tomorrow.” Hunter pulls back Omega’s quilt and pats her pillow. Omega looks out the window one more time before laying down and letting Hunter tuck the quilt around her shoulders. He smooths back her hair. “Don’t let that busy mind of yours keep you up,” he warns with a smile. “We’ll solve the mystery in the morning.”

“Yes, sir,” Omega sighs.

Hunter clicks off her lamp, whispering one last goodnight over his shoulder as he leaves the room.

Omega’s busy mind keeps her awake a few minutes more, noticing that the colorful lights cast a faint rainbow glow on the slanted ceiling. “Holidays,” Omega breathes dreamily, “I’ve never celebrated holidays before…” The lull of sleep claims her with wistful dreams.

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“They’re called Merry Days,” Lyana tells Omega the next morning. “It’s a whole month to honor all the most important holidays from all the cultures represented on Pabu.”

Omega breathes. “A whole month? What do you do for a whole month?”

“All sorts of things! We decorate and eat special food and play games. There are shows and parades, and remembrances. And on the middle day of the month, families exchange gifts with one another. We call that day Merriest Day, because the gift of family is the merriest of all.”

“I’ve never gotten anyone a gift before,” Omega says quietly.

Lyana lights up. “I can help you get gifts for your brothers! We could make them gifts, or even earn some credits to buy gifts from the market.”

“You would really help me do that?” Omega asks, hope swelling in her heart.

“Of course! You’re my friend. That’s what friends do,” Lyana says, as if it is the most obvious thing in the galaxy.

Omega smiles. “When can we start?”

“Right now, obviously.” Lyana laughs. “C’mon!”

Omega chases her friend out the door and into the sunshine of their island home.

TECH

“There’s going to be a parade of lights tonight,” Omega chatters excitedly, accepting the stack of plates from Tech to set around the table. “And the whole island is going to be there.”

Tech hums thoughtfully at the information. “It would be interesting to study the local traditions,” he says, giving Omega a handful of utensils when she bounds back to his side. He turns to the cuts of meat he is cooking on the stovetop.

“We wouldn’t be going to study, Tech,” Omega sighs. “We’d be going because it’s our tradition too! We are citizens of Pabu now, so we should celebrate with them!”

Tech goes still, Omega’s words, so assured, registering in his mind. “Well, I suppose…”

“Lyana asked what traditions clones have to add to Merry Days, and I told her I wasn’t sure, but that I’d ask you, since you know practically everything,” Omega continues fondly, going to the cupboard to collect cups.

“Traditions clones have,” Tech echoes, unsure he understands.

“Yeah,” Omega says, “You know…like other cultures have traditions and holidays. Lyana said they’re always adding new traditions to the month to incorporate all the cultures represented.”

“I’m not sure you would call our history a culture,” Tech counters gently. “Our…kind has only been in existence for an extraordinary short time. And as for traditions worthy of being called a holiday, I’m not sure that there are any by natborn standards.”

He turns to look at his sister in time to see her joyous expression crumble. She isn’t looking at him, but at the cup in her hand, half extended to its place at the table. “Oh,” she whispers. “That makes sense.” She sets the cup down with a soft clunk.

Tech’s voice catches in his throat as he searches for something remotely comforting to say, but his typically brilliant mind comes up short.

Omega looks up at him with a small, brave smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “That’s okay. We can start new traditions. Our own traditions.” She nods, more to herself than to Tech. “I’ll go tell the others it’s almost time for late meal…I mean, dinner.” She rushes from the room, but there is no longer any bounce in her steps.

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Omega’s mood improves considerably during late meal. Wrecker hounds her for information about the parade, as if she has any personal experience with it, and she gives him every minute detail she gleaned from Lyana. Even Hunter and Crosshair have a part to play in her lifted spirits, bickering lightly about where the best place to view the parade might be. Omega ultimately sides with Crosshair, to the sniper’s delight, the emotion only displayed in a triumphant smirk at Hunter and a gentle tug on a lock of Omega’s hair.

Once the meal is completed, Hunter sends Omega to make preparations for the evening activity while he offers to assist Tech cleaning up.

“It is not your turn,” Tech argues, unwilling to admit that he had hoped to take advantage of the opportunity to think uninterrupted.

Hunter shrugs, stacking plates and utensils. “I don’t mind.”

Tech minds, but he only nods and mutters a word of thanks.

“You’ve been quiet this evening,” Hunter says after a few minutes of silence between them, the only sound being the clatter of dishes and disturbance of water.

“I’ve been thinking,” Tech admits, handing Hunter a scrubbed dish to dry.

Hunter chuckles. “You usually think out loud.” This earns Hunter an eyeroll, which makes the former sergeant laugh outright and knock his shoulder into Tech’s. “Something’s bothering you.”

“Omega asked me about our culture, what we might contribute to the festivities of Pabu,” Tech says, taking another dirty plate to scrub at.

“Echo’s talked about some traditions the regs had,” Hunter says, the lightness of his tone vanished. “Maybe he’d have some ideas.”

“But we never participated in them,” Tech says, “and aside from that, it is troubling that Omega doesn’t have a history beyond the laboratories of Kamino. No clone does.”

“All histories and cultures have to start somewhere,” Hunter says.

This makes Tech pause. “This is true.”

“I suppose we have an opportunity to make our own culture, our own legacy,” Hunter continues. “Something for Omega to carry with her.”

After we’re gone remains unsaid.

“Omega said something similar,” Tech admits.

Hunter takes the stack of dried plates to put in the cupboard. “We can still ask Echo for ideas. I’m sure he would love to have input.”

“And Rex as well,” Tech adds, feeling lighter now that he has shared the burden. “I will contact them tonight. Hopefully we will have something to offer Omega as suggestions in the morning.”

Hunter shakes his head and smiles. “Tech, we don’t have our entire legacy figured out in one night.”

“But that would be ideal.”

CROSSHAIR

As soldiers, they have seen many celebrations on many worlds, but always in the capacity of disinterested observers. Watching for threats and protecting citizens made the distraction of festivities bothersome rather than engaging.

Now, Crosshair sees it all from a new perspective.

Omega is perched on Wrecker’s shoulders, high above the crowd. Crosshair doesn’t like the press of the horde on the streets, almost wishing he could find his own perch to observe the chaotic festivities from; however, his desire for open space does not win out over his yearning to be close to his little sister and brothers. So, instead, he situates himself between Wrecker’s bulk and Hunter’s solid presence. It also puts him within Omega’s reach, resulting in her tapping him on the head to draw his attention to anything and everything that catches her attention.

He pretends to be bothered, but Omega only giggles, seeing through his act as if it were a wide open window.

“Look, Crosshair!” she cries, a pat of little fingers in his hair. “Isn’t it cute!”

“We’re watching the same parade,” he tells her. “I see everything you see.”

“But are you looking at the little moonyo in the tree?”

“I saw it before you did.”

Omega huffs. “You did not.”

Crosshair smirks.

When the parade finally ends, Omega slides down from Wrecker’s shoulders and latches herself to Crosshair’s hand for the walk back home, even after he tells her she’ll have to keep up with his pace if she wants to stay there.

“That’s why I’m walking with you,” Omega tells him. “Hunter and Tech walk too slow.”

“That’s because it isn’t a race,” Tech says.

“You only say that because you wouldn’t win,” Crosshair replies.

“Yeah!” Wrecker declares. “I could beat all of you!”

Omega drops Crosshair’s hand. “Last one home has to do dishes for a week!” She takes off, followed quickly by a whooping Wrecker.

Crosshair exchanges a look with Tech and Hunter before he says, “Well, I’m not doing dishes for a week.”

“You don’t seriously mean…” Tech starts, but Crosshair is already gone, civilian boots pounding into the cobblestone streets.

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“I don’t think it’s fair that Hunter chose to participate in the race only after we had nearly reached the house,” Tech is still grousing when Crosshair returns to the common area from tucking Omega in for the night.

“You’re just upset you didn’t think of it first,” Hunter says smugly, taking a slow drink of his caf.

Tech continues to grumble from behind his data pad.

Crosshair goes to pour himself a cup of caf, adding just a touch of cream and sweetener. He would be loath to admit he used either, trying to keep the beverage deceptively dark. When he returns to the common room, he finds that the conversation has shifted from their evening race.

“Echo has already responded to my message,” Tech is saying to Hunter.

Wrecker poses the question before Crosshair can. “What message?”

“About clone traditions,” Tech says absently, still reading over the message in question.

“Clone traditions,” Crosshair mutters. “You mean, reg traditions.”

“It isn’t like we have any ourselves,” Tech says.

“Sure we do!” Wrecker cries. “We have traditions.”

“Such as?” Tech asks skeptically.

“Well, after a successful mission, Omega and I would get Mantell Mix,” Wrecker begins happily, but then he freezes, glancing at Crosshair.

In fact, Crosshair can feel three sets of eyes on him. He decidedly does not meet their gaze, focusing on the caf in his cup. This post mission Mantel Mix tradition was one established during his separation from the squad, when they ran jobs for the trandoshan that would later betray them to the Empire. They must’ve called them missions, their little mercenary gigs. While he knows their lives didn’t stop while he was gone, it doesn’t make the ache any less sharp.

Crosshair takes a drink of his caf, even though it is still too hot. “Well,” he says, “sounds like you’ve got a tradition right there.”

“Omega did mention that food does play a role in the month’s festivities,” Tech acknowledges, taking Crosshair’s words as permission to step away from the awkwardness of the conversation. “Perhaps we could borrow the concept of Mantell Mix and make our own rendition.”

Hunter makes a face. “Mantell Mix wasn’t even good.”

“Take that back!” cries Wrecker.

“Hunter has a point,” Tech says, ignoring Wrecker’s indignant gasp, “It was…subpar at best.”

“And that’s coming from the man who drinks caf with his milk and sugar,” Crosshair puts in helpfully, earning a guffaw from Wrecker.

Hunter interjects, bringing the derailed conversation back on course. “What did Echo have to say?”

“He mentioned name days, the day a clone received or chose their name. They would celebrate the day annually. Its natborn equivalent would probably be a birthday.”

“How are we supposed to remember when we chose our names?” Crosshair asks, rolling his eyes.

“I actually kept a record,” Tech admits. “I thought it was important.”

“Of course you did.”

Tech sighs. “I am adding it to the list of traditions we show to Omega in the morning. That gives us a grand total of two traditions we might contribute to Merry Days.”

“A nasty snack and the day a clone decides they don’t want to go by a CT number anymore?” Crosshair grumbles. “Do you think they’d give us a parade for those?”

Hunter frowns at him. “We are open to suggestions, Cross.”

Crosshair argues, “Why do we need to contribute any traditions? Can’t our tradition be that we adopt whatever traditions we want? Seems the month is full of them without us adding our petty creations.”

“Omega would be disappointed,” Tech says after a moment.

Crosshair sighs. “The truth is disappointing sometimes. And the truth here is, we’re clones. We were experiments and soldiers most of our lives…which wasn’t living. It was surviving.”

“But we still have our memories and experiences that have made us individuals, no matter what the Kaminoans hoped to achieve. We are more than just survivors,” Tech says.

“We have our history that made us,” Hunter says, softly, into his mug, “and now we have our history ahead of us. To do more than just survive.”

Tech chuckles. “I guess you were right afterall, Hunter. A legacy cannot be built in a night.”

“But it can be built in our lifetimes,” Hunter says.

TBC

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Gratitude, And Then Some

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (wife)

WC: 4259

Warnings: 18+; Smut (albeit horribly written); mentions of food and alcohol; Parenthood; The plot lost somewhere along the way; I think that’s it, but please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Ok this started as something completely different last year. @kteague and @heythere-mel once again listening to my ridiculous thots at all hours, thankful for their encouragement on this one. I’m yeeting this out into this hellsite and running away to hide! I’ve never written anything as filthy what I wrote in this, so be nice— I’m too fragile for anything else. Ok enjoy!

Main Masterlist

The thought of going back to work was terrifying. Immersing yourself back into the daily grind of hectic office hours and juggling life on the home front— a tried and true working mom.

Your days were long and your list of to do’s was extensive. But you were determined to juggle it all as you always do, working or not. Both girl’s gearing up for their dance rehearsals,, gatherings at a neighbor’s or friend’s house at least once a week, celebrating Frankie’s birthday and still managing to maintain your daily duties as each day passes. It always seems overwhelming looking at it on paper, yet you do it all because seeing your people happy is what makes it all worth doing.

You were just finishing up dinner when you hear the familiar jingle of the front door and hefty footsteps making their presence know. Frankie was home from work, just in time to help with homework.

“Hey babe” He muttered into the side of your cheek mid-kiss. His broad figure wrapping around you as you stirred the sauce for your award-winning spaghetti—no real awards actually received, but Frankie always insists it deserves one every time you make it. Your free hand squeezes him back and you turn your head to return the kiss in that little spot you’ve claimed as yours on his beautiful face. “Hey handsome”.

“Mmm! I see we’re having my favorite for dinner,” dipping a finger into the pan to sneak a little taste. “It’s like you knew I had a shitty day at work. Coming home to this is definitely turning it around.”

You swat his hand away playfully, turning to give him your full attention. “I’m sorry you had a shitty day. Is there anything I can do to help?” Frankie was such a hard worker and loved what he did, so for him to come home and express his day was anything but great was pretty rare. “No, this is enough. Thank you though,” He leaned in and gave you a proper kiss to your eager lips. “You, the girls, coming home to all of this is enough for me. Just work bullshit that I can deal with tomorrow.”

You pulled him back in, resting your forehead on his as your hands ran up and down his sides, letting him know you were here if he needed to vent. “Okay. I’m just finishing up here and dinner will be ready. The girls are in their rooms and should be doing homework. Do you mind checking on them?” A placed a quick kiss to your forehead as he pulled away, “On it. I’ll be back once I’ve made my rounds. Ready for some of that delicious spaghetti—I swear it could win fucking awards Babe!” He said as he rounded the hall leaving you laughing to yourself.

Dinner was your favorite time to sit together. It was usually you and Frankie listening to the girls share about their day in between bites, both of them always having some exciting story to tell. Elowen, your 6 year-old, shared that they talked about outer space in class today and how she wants to be an astronaut so she can go search for aliens and look for new planets to explore with Lula, her stuffed bunny. Sophia, your sweet shy 4 year-old, said she painted Frankie a picture at pre-school, but he isn’t allowed to see it yet because its going to be a birthday present—she’s definitely not a secret keeper either. You sat back enjoying sips of your wine, glancing at your husband who couldn’t seem to get enough of their stories tonight. Moments like these, you fell more and more in love with him.

The girls both finished their plates, leaving you and Frankie to sit and enjoy each other for a bit before bedtime routines began, a somewhat rare occurrence with kids.

“How was your day? Did your clients accept the mockup you sent over yet?” Frankie asked before taking his last bite. He always spent this time catching up on your day, always interested in all the things your job entailed. You freelanced as an interior designer, you’d left the office you were at when you had Elowen to stay home and enjoy being a mom, but with both girls in school you decided to venture back into your career last year— this time as your own boss in your own office. You were terrified and unsure it was the right decision, but Frankie was there to support you every step of the way.

“Yeah, they finally got back to me this morning and gave the approval to start moving forward.” You answered then finishing off your glass of wine. “It will definitely keep me busy through the beginning of the year. Also had a few more inquiries come through too, so that’s a plus!” Frankie sat there listening with intent as you continued to fill him in on the rest of your day, as well as the girl’s upcoming dance schedule ensuring he would be able to get off in time for the next few small recitals. He was so in awe of how you seemed to manage it all, and so selflessly.

Once you had finished bathing Elowen and Sophia, you made your way to finish cleaning up the kitchen. Frankie took over getting their hair brushed out, night gowns on, he was reading their favorite bedtime book, with both girls passing out before he was midway through. Ensuring they were both tucked in and night light was set, he made his way to find you.

Your shared bathroom is where you and Frankie meet up again, both going through your nightly routines and prepping yourselves for bed. The days clothes shed and your night- time wear pulled on. Frankie in a pair of sweats he’s had for far too long adorned with holes and stains from God knows what, he swears they the comfiest pair he owns. You usually opt for one of Frankie’s well-worn tees and a pair of your simple cotton undies.

“I met up with Sarah for coffee today. She said to tell you ‘Hello’.” You mention as begin your decent under the covers, the cool sheets prompting you to slightly shriek— the colder weather a reminder to swap out Frankie’s T-shirt and undies for more layers.

Frankie pulls you to his side to help warm you up, tucking your body close to his, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “How’s Sarah?” He murmurs in his low sleepy voice. “She’s good..” A yawn slipping out mid-sentence. “She mentioned something about getting together and Benny wanting to show off his new grill attire— whatever that means.” The thought of Benny grilling illicit a sleepy chuckle. “I told her I’d run it by you first, the girls have their recital the day before and you know how wiped we are afterwards.”

“Hmm, yeah. Benny mentioned a bbq and sent me a photo of an apron he bought. Stupid thing says ‘I Rub My Meat’ and it’s the most Benny thing ever” He mused as he squeezed you tighter. “I told him I’d run it by your first. You also have that install before the recital. As long as you’re not feeling overwhelmed, I’m good with the bbq. It will just be a busy few days for us. But I think we can manage.” His yawn finally hitting him. “I know that even with a hectic schedule, you somehow keep things in line for all of us. I don’t know how you do it, but I am thankful for all you do for our family.” He shifts you just enough to grant you with a loving kiss, to ensure you know just how thankful his is. You smile against his lips appreciating his acknowledgment for all you do, something he makes sure to do regularly so you never feel like your accomplishments aren’t seen by him.

“Yeah. I think it will be fun. The girls love seeing their uncles. And I should only be a few hours with my clients and I can get the girls ready before leaving for that, the meet you at the school afterwards.”

When you went back to work, you were worried about failing. So many things to remember and juggle for not only your family but your clients as well. Thankfully you married a man who literally has been your second set of hands since day one. Late nights at the office, he’s tackling homework and bedtime solo. He’ll wrangle them for dance class and endure the dreaded carpool lane with the biggest smile on. He loves being hands on and would move mountains for you and the girls.

“If you’re good with it then let’s go. We can grab some premade dish to bring, one less thing to worry about.” You weren’t sure if Frankie was fully aware of what you were even saying at this point. “Okay” He exhaled out. “If you’re game then I’m game.” Frankie said in agreement. “The girls will be excited. Now, it’s bed time Love.” You inched your way up out of his hold so you were eye level with him, his head resting comfortably on his pillow. His eyes heavy with sleep taking in your form, backlit from the street lights. “Night Babe. Sleep well.” You press a few gentle kisses to his lips, the last one lingering just a little longer than the previous ones before drifting off to sleep.

*

The week had gone by relatively smoothly. Frankie had taken on a few extra flights to free up his weekend schedule.

You were doing your best to stay stress free and relax, but inside you were all over the place. Your clients were late to meeting which set you back a bit, but you were determined to get home to still have ample time to get everything and everyone ready before needing to leave for the recital.

Your list of to-do’s rolling through your mind as you drove home. Dress yourself, get the girl’s hair done and outfits on, wrangle Frankie and hit the road.

Leaning over the sink to put on the last few coats of mascara, you noticed Frankie through the mirror propped up against the bathroom door, arms crossed and head tilted to the side giving your backside a good look. “My eyes are up here Flyboy!” Laughing as you go back to the task at hand, applying a little more to your bottom lashes.

Giving yourself a quick once over, you realize Frankie hasn’t moved an inch and still undressing you with his eyes.

“Frank! You need to focus!” “Oh, I am focused. Very focused actually.” He says as he makes his way to you, turning you so you’re facing him as he cages you against the vanity. He’s looking at you with complete admiration, “You look beautiful Babe. And those jeans…” His hands slipping behind you for a nice squeeze, “Those jeans are hugging this ass just right.”

Your face feels hot as you let out a small sigh, leaning into him and resting your forehead on his chest. You loved that Frankie always makes a point to tell you how good you looked, never one to miss an opportunity to give you a compliment.

“Frankie we’ve got 30 minutes before we need to leave,” Adjusting your height so you can look at him directly, so he could see just how serious you were being. “So that means—“ You start to say as he leans in close, his mouth a kiss away from your ear as his low husky voice he cuts you off, “So that means there’s plenty of time for me to bend you over the—“ You gasp and playfully push him off of you, trying to contain your laughter.

“Get your mind out of the gutter Frank! We don’t have time for that right now. I still need to get the girls dressed—“

“Already done.”

“Brush their hair—“

“Also done.”

You don’t even know what was next on your list as you look at him in awe. You can’t help but smile at him and grant him with a kiss of appreciation.

Your favorite thing about Frankie is he’s always one step ahead of you— probably due to his military days. He’d listened intently to you last night as you shared all the things that need to get done leading up to the recital. He knew you would likely take it all on, because that’s just your nature. But he knows he’s more than capable of easing your load where he can. So, dressing Elowen and Sophia was an easy feat— the hair brushing part comes with its own challenges but nothing an ex Special Forces can’t handle.

“They’re both dressed and hair is brushed. Soph wanted pigtails-- we had some struggles but we pushed through and I really think it’s some of my best work if I’m being honest.” His hands running up and down your arms as he did his best to let you know things were handled. “They’re both watching that ridiculous show they love and eating the snacks you put out before you left this morning.”

This man was turning you to mush. And if there was in fact time, you definitely wouldn’t be opposed to being bent over any surface.

He leans in close, a slight brush of his nose against yours. “So, what do you say hmm?” His low timber voice vibrates agains your lips.

“Mmmm— you do drive a hard bargain Morales,” Your hands slowly moving up his chest, as you contemplate the logistics of Frankie’s proposal. “If you can be quick and not mess—“

“MOMMY!!!”

The sound of Elowen calling for you interrupts your thought. Frankie’s face falling, he knows it’s off the table now, but it wasn’t for a lack of effort.

“How about after we get back, you put that ridiculous show back on for the girls,” You suggest to him, his head falling back in slight defeat,, “and then we finish this later.” Your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. The stupid grin he gives you is all you need to see he’s on board with your offer.

“MOMMY!! I NEED YOU!”

“It’s a plan!” He gives your butt a squeeze followed by a little tap. “Go Mama, I’m just going to…” His hands moving around in circular motion in front of him, “let this die down a bit and then I’ll be right down.”

You pull him in for a quick kiss before heading to check on the girls. Some how you’re going to have to power through the rest of the day with the thought of your delicious husband later dangling in the air.

*

You and Frankie find yourselves in tears as the girl’s recital comes to a close. Your babies no longer babies.

The whole drive home, hands linked together on the center console as you both listened to Elowen sing her little heart out as she clutches the bouquet Frankie surprised both girls with after their performance. Sophia passed out, pigtails barely holding on and the slightest bit of chocolate ice cream, their after recital treats, decorates her full cheeks.

Your heart some how containing so much love and adoration for this man next to you, expanding with each day. Taking in his beautiful profile as he drives you all home, he steals a few glances in the review mirror to witness Elowen’s solo backseat performance. His smile is so infectious and dazzling.

“You’re drooling.” He laughs with a soft squeeze to your hand. Ahh, and there’s that damn dimple you love so much.

“So what if I was. Can’t I admire my husband’s ridiculously beautiful face??”

“Hmm, beautiful you say?? I find that hard to believe.” The man doesn’t even know how beautiful he is, but you try your best to let him know regularly.

“Well I only state facts, and if I say you look beautiful then that’s that. No arguments allowed.” Your head tilted in his direction as you explain your case.

“Oh really?” He chuckles, giving you a quick glance as he pulls the car into the driveway and puts it in park. “I’ve seen this face and I don’t—“

“Nope! I said no arguments!! End of discussion.” Unbuckling yourself to lean over into his driving space, taking his chin with one hand to direct his face towards you. Your lips only a breath away. “Now, you’re gonna take this beautiful face of yours and help me bring these girls inside. Then, I have something to show you— in the bedroom.” His eyes fixated on your lusty expression, you can tell he’s all ears and at your mercy.

“Yeah… yeah!” He nods, understanding exactly what you’re trying to convey to him. “I’ll grab Soph, you t-take Elle—“ His flustered state makes you laugh, catching your bottom lip between your teeth to not wake Soph in your fit of giggles. You nudge his nose with yours, really drawing out his desire.

“Are you gonna kiss?!” Elowen’s small voice erupts from the back seat. Somehow your 6 year old always has perfect timing.

Frankie laughs and pulls you in for a kiss, his lips drawing in your bottom lip ever so gently. A moan nearly escapes from your throat.

His thumb brushing against your cheek as he pulls back. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“YOU DO ALL. THE. TIME!” Elowen’s timing again, absolutely perfect. Her little ears always listening.

“I love you too.” A quick peck before you’re shifting in your seat to look back at Elowen’s beaming face. “And I love you too Elle. Let’s head inside while Papa brings Soph in. You want to watch a show or read a book before bed?”

The littlest yawn escapes, her eyelids looking heavy as she fights to keep them open. “Just a story then sleep. Can Papa tuck me in and you put Baby Soph to bed?”

“Of course baby. I’ll grab Baby Soph and you go in and get ready for Papa to read to you.” Frankie watching you as you get the evening situated, a kiss to your temple before you both taking on your roles for the evening.

*

You hear the door click shut before you see him. The tell sign of him starting his nightly routine— clinking of keys and change as he removes them from his pockets to be placed on the dresser. The shuffling of clothes being removed then tossed in to the overgrown pile that’s spilling out of the hamper— adding that to the list of to-do’s.

These familiar sounds of your husband have become the soundtrack to your evenings. Each one a step closer to his proximity to you.

“This is new.” Frankie’s low voice tickles your eardrum, standing behind you as you admire yourself in your full length mirror. His fingers toying with the straps of your new sheer ivory bra you’d picked up last week— a ‘just because’ treat to yourself.

His lips find your neck, tilting your head slightly for him, it’s a mixture of nips and licks as his mouth travels to the little spot behind your ear— he knows it makes you weak for him and he makes a point to spend ample time there.

“Mmm F-Frankie. Babe, I—“ Your thoughts floating away from you, your body and mind completely submitting to his sensual endeavor. “You what?” His question dripping with desire and devotion.

“I— I don’t even know Frank. I can’t think straight when you…”

“When I what..?” His callused hands proficient in their exploration, take a slow steady detour to your front. “When I take my time? Exploring all my favorite parts of you?” The gentle roll of your nipples between his fingers, producing an ache only he’s able to relive with the right amount of time and intention.

Leaning back into him, a nod is the only response you’re able to give. Your body tingling and hot. Relishing in his every movement, bringing you closer to a desirous nirvana.

It’s give and take. Pushing you to the edge of bliss and pulling every pleasurable sob he can get.

You turn your head back just enough to capture his lips. His hands now cupping the weight of your breasts, pulling you close to him, his hips slowly grinding against you.

“Babe, how ‘bout we move this to the bed?” He asks before he continues to kiss you with fervency. It’s unhurried and drawn out, the slow roll of his tongue against yours is enough to make you come right then.

“Mmm, that sounds nice, but I want you to watch.” You counter and turn your gaze back to the mirror. Your hand reaching up to grab ahold of him, making sure he’s focused on your reflection. His temple resting in your cheek as you card your fingers through his soft curls.

He notices your other hand’s decent, slow moving as it glides down youre stomach until it’s reached the edge of your matching sheer underwear. Your fingers skirting down your clothed cover mound to find you’re soaked, the sheerness barely able to contain your arousal.

Your forefinger and middle finger draw through your dampness before bring them to Frankie’s parted lips. A deep breathy moan escapes his throat, his eyes closed as he begins sucking your fingers deeper into his wanting mouth— licking every last drop.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” He nips at your jaw line, but you adjust his eyes back towards the mirror. His breath fanning across your cheek, his eyes locked back onto your form in the mirror. His arms still draped around your front, hands pulling the cups of your bra down, nipples taut as he continues his coaxing the sweetest sounds from you.

Your grip on him tightens as you make contact with your pulsing clit, the feeling is electric and overwhelming. -Fuck!- It’s exquisite feathery motions, your body vibrating as you’re towards your peak.

“Fra- Hnnng! Frank- oh god!”

“I’ve got you sweetheart. You’re doing so good.” His whispered encouragement inching you closer and closer. “You’re so good Mi Amor— Always putting everyone first.” It’s dizzying trying to focus on your reflection and the meticulousness at which your fingers move through your wet folds back to your sweet spot. Your spine tingling with anticipation for what’s to come.

“You work so hard everyday— Taking on so much. The best mom. The best wife.” You’re cresting, your head falling back onto Frankie’s shoulder, it’s all too much and not enough. The room filled with raspy whispers and breathy moans.

“Ah ah-“ His hand coming to adjust your head back, anchored at the base of your neck. Your eyes heavy and pleading. “Just a little more babe. I can tell you’re almost there.”

It’s blinding when it hits.

Pulsing waves rolling through as your climax crashes onto you. It’s breathtaking, your thoughts dissolving to tiny fragments as you continue to work yourself through it.

Frankie with you every step of the way. His words a symphonic experience, his caresses addictive and all consuming— wanting nothing more than to make you feel desired and praised.

At some point you’ve managed to ground yourself. Frankie having turned you to face him.

“Fuck babe, That was so hot.”

“Hmmm, yeah?” Your breathing still trying to regulate, your heart rate slowly returning to normal. You feel giddy wrapped in his arms as he slowly kisses your bare shoulders. “You like when I touch myself and you get to watch?” Your hand travels down his stomach, finding his boxers can barely accommodate his hardness, damp and sticky with pre cum.

“F-Fuuuck!” He groans as you continue to work him over. His boxers stripped from him allowing better access for your ambitious hands. It’s hasty pumps, gathering his arousal to help aid in your effort to bring him to his knees.

“Frankie, you’re so beautiful like this.” You whisper against his lips. “So perfect and beautiful.”

Your words hitting him like a brick, sending him careening through a triumphal ecstasy. It’s warm and thick ropes of his spend coating you both, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. His body dismantled in the best way possible.

Carding your hand through his damp sweaty hair, letting him take his time to return to you

“Wow! That was—“ He stands to his full height. His hands gripping at your hips, thumbs tracing small circles over your glowing skin. “That was not how I imagined tonight going, but wow!” He can’t help the dopey grin painted on his face, his mind still trying to catch up to what just happened.

“Thought we’d try something different tonight.”

“Different, I definitely like different!”

“Good! Now, how about we take a quick shower. Then you take me to bed and I can rub that pain cream on your back, I know it’s probably screaming at you right now.” Your hands rubbing at his lower back, already feeling stiff to the touch.

“That actually sounds amazing.” A soft peck to your lips then forehead before he’s turning you in the direction of your bathroom, then a few frisky taps to your butt. “Get your ass in there, I’ve got a back rub calling my name and it’s desperately needed.”

Tomorrow you’d figure out what dish to bring to the bbq. Tonight you’ll continue to shower Frankie in your gratitude.

#Frankie morales #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you #Pedro pascal #wildemaven writes #triple frontier

[jedipoodoo]

Secret Kingdoms Part Five (Sergeant Hunter x Reader)

Notes: magic and enchantments, impromptu dance party, MC eats peanuts at one point so if you're allergic to peanuts irl you aren't for this chapter. Asajj Ventress makes quick cameo to cause drama likeyado. MC gets really self-deprecating at the end of this one so take care of yourself. Dividers by @saradika . This chapter goes out to @dragonrider9905 who is writing their own medieval Hunter au!! Go check it out!

Oh, and happt belated birthday to @photogirl894

Lula roared in greeting, and rammed her head against your side the way a cat would wrap itself around your leg in an attempt to trip you.

“Woah, easy there girl!” You laughed and held out your arms, letting Lula nuzzle into your chest with a head that was almost as big as your entire body.

“I missed you too, girl,” You told her softly.

Then Padme, of all people, lighted down off the dragon’s back, graceful without even trying, and ran towards you, shouting your name.

“Princess!” You caught her in your arms as she embraced you. She was dressed in a thick woolen gown, and her face was still flushed with hairs escaping her simple braid.

“They said you had a fever!” You scolded.

“I had to make sure you were alright!” She insisted, “Crosshair and the others said they would follow Hunter to Serenno and I begged them to bring you back,” She sobbed against your shoulder, but only for a moment.

“And don’t worry for my condition, the Duchess frets enough for both of us.” She wiped her face and held her head high so that the men wouldn’t see her moment of weakness.

She looked around, finally catching sight of your strange new friends.

“Are these men…” She nodded to the Serennians, suspicious.

“They pose no threat,” You promised Anakin and the others, “They were just as much a victim of Dooku as we were.”

Three of the Serennians bowed to Padme, and the other two did the best they could while supporting each other in their injuries.

“The people of Serenno are at your disposal, your highness,” Their leader said, “The actions of Dooku were not ours.”

Padme nodded with the grace of a queen, “Thank you for your help. Now we have to help Duke Kenobi deal with the rest of your army,” She looked over her shoulder, and you could hear the faint sounds of battle in the distance; the whinny of a horse, metal clanging against metal, and men’s shouts that begged the stars above for victory.

“You mean the golems!” Tech interjected.

The sounds of battle drew your attention, clanging swords, screams of dying men, and hollow cries of the iron-made golems.

You turned to the Serrenians that had become your allies, "Do you know how we can destroy the golems?"

Their leader shook his head, "They didn't trust us enough to show us how it worked."

You ground your teeth in frustration. Grievous was smarter than you thought.

Lula appeared blissfully unaware of the conundrum, pressing her scaled snout low to the leaf-covered ground and sniffing everything within reach. It was a bit hard to try and have a conversation to plan your next step when a large dragon was wandering between everyone and you had to avoid being stepped on.

"Lula!" You scolded as she had two of the Serrenians backed up against the tree, sniffing their armor with great interest. She snorted, sending a huff of smoke up in their faces. Well, if they reminded her of her captors, you couldn't really blame her.

"Come on, you big ugly beast," Crosshair's voice lacked it's typical venom as he tried to urge Lula away from the terrified soldiers.

"Come on, girl!" Wrecker patted her side gently, trying to get her to stay still for a moment.

While they dealt with her, Padme inquired of the goblet in your hands.

You looked down at your hands, clutching the chalice that Grievous had been guarding. "If this is their anchor, how do we destroy it?"

"That..." Tech paused a single finger raised just so, "I am not sure."

"It's a cup! Just smash it!" Wrecker slid down Lula's back and snatched the cup from your hand. Grasping it by the stem, he attempted to smash the bowl of the goblet against a rock. A clap of thunder echoed through the woods, and a ripple of air hit all of you, knocking you off your feet. Hunter threw himself over you, and Tech had attempted to shield Padme from the energy. When you all had gathered your wits, the cup lay on the ground at Wrecker's feet, still intact.

"Nice," Crosshair grunted, brushing leaves from his hair. He had been sitting pretty on Lula's back until the ripple of energy had knocked him off.

Lula crooned curiously, leaning down towards the goblet.

"Lula, no wait!" You had no idea what the dark magic could do to her, but Lula had no fear. She growled at the goblet, and took a deep breath.

"She's gonna blow!" Wrecker grabbed Padme and pulled her behind one of the trees to protect her.

Lula roared with the crackle of white-hot fire as Hunter shielded you with his cloak. Lula shot a powerful, concentrated flame at the goblet, and with an eerie, high-pitched scream, the chalice shattered as if it was just waiting for Wrecker's strike to kick in.

The shriek faded, and a low rumbling echoed through the forest like a minor ground quake.

"Did... Did that do it then?" Wrecker asked.

You looked up, stomping out a stray burn that had caught on the dry leaves of the forest bed. Lula glared at the smoking circle of ash where the chalice had been. She huffed and sat down, satisfied with her handiwork.

"Fascinating," Tech adjusted his spectacles and took a few steps towards the dragon, trying not to startle her, "I had read hearsay of dragon flames defeating dark magic, but I found it quite unprobable. It seems I was wrong."

"For once in your life," Hunter chuckled, and pulled you closer.

Everything happened in a blur after that. The battle was over, and with it went the adrenaline and energy you’d been running on since your escape. Captain Romar and the Serennians officially surrendered to Duke Kenobi with the condition that their people be spared. The only caveat was that Grievous had escaped.

Duke Kenobi enlisted Captain Romar and the Serennian King’s Guard to lead a contingent of men to Serenno, arresting Dooku’s allies and making sure Grievous didn’t return.

In the meantime, the rest of you returned home.

The princess re-entered the capital, flanked by twenty men, including Hunter and his brothers, led by Sir Skywalker. The people lined the roads, throwing flowers for the heroes of the war. 

“God save the princess!” They cried, trying to get their blossoms to land in her lap. Young ladies waved their handkerchiefs to catch the attention of the knights. Wrecker waved shyly to the girl whose kerchief landed on his head.

Most of the soldiers stayed in the city to join in the celebrations. Winter was coming closer, and the weather could only be so nice for so long, but you followed the princess inside the castle walls, where the king and queen were waiting for her. Anakin anticipated Padme’s anxiety to see her parents, and was down from his horse in time to help Padme down from hers. She sprinted across the courtyard, meeting her mother halfway there. A few ladies tittered with whispers, but not many could find fault with the king and queen’s joy to see their daughter again.

“Allow me,” Hunter gently placed his hands on your waist and lifted you down from your horse. You gasped in surprise, but you were already on the ground.

Hunter leaned in close to your ear, “Is my lady afraid of a simple knight?” He teased.

“Hunter!” You clasped your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from making any unseemly noises, and ducked your head to hide your blush.

“Apologies, milady,” He whispered, tucking a bit of hair back behind your ear, and with it, a flower, one of the blossoms thrown by the crowd.

You looked up at him at last, and cupped the blossom delicately, stroking its silky petals, and dreamed of wearing a dress that felt so wonderful. You were almost tempted to kiss him, but then you remembered that you were in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by vulture’s eyes and mockingbird’s beaks. 

“I need to be by the princess,” You realized softly. Hunter could sense your reluctance with his own as his eyes softened.

“Okay. I’ll see you at the ceremony?” His hand squeezed your shoulder.

“I think so,” You bit your lip. Out of habit, you reached for your collarbone, trying to feel the pendant Hunter had made you, only to remember in a rush of sadness that it had been lost when you escaped Ohnaka and the pirates.

Padme and her parents were already heading inside, and you needed to take her cloak. Hunter tried to grasp your hand as you hurried after them, only for your fingers to slip through his hand. You kept yourself from looking back. He was a knight, you were a maid. You both had your duties to perform.

The next day, after a royal feast had been held to celebrate Padme’s return, King Ruwee wanted to honor the heroes of the battle with Serenno. 

“Why do all of you look gloomier than a cat in the mud?” You asked Hunter’s brothers as you prepared them for the ceremony. Each of them stood stiffly, in polished armor and vibrant ceremonial cloaks, shuffling on timid feet as they eyes darted about the empty hallway. You could hear the murmurs of the assembled courtiers just inside the throne room, and they were about to march out in front of all of them.

Tech chuckled, “It’s…not really our thing.”

“Accolades,” Crosshair tossed his cape over his shoulder, hitting Hunter in the face.

Hunter nudged Crosshair meaningfully, “King Ruwee is doing us a great honor today. Maybe today is finally the day we each get our own titles.”

He tugged at the neck of his cape, and you took the ties from his hands, carefully tying them securely so that the cape rested just so on the shoulders of his polished armor without choking his neck.

Before you could step away, Hunter caught your hand. He placed a kiss as soft as a butterfly’s wing on your knuckles. 

“I’ll see you in there, milady,” He murmured as you collected your thoughts.

You couldn’t help the smile that fluttered on your lips, “Good luck, Sir Hunter.”

You left Hunter and his brothers to brace themselves for a different kind of battle, and snuck in through the servant’s halls to make it to your spot at Padme’s side.

Padme sat on her throne, just off to the right of her mother’s high seat. She wrung a handkerchief in her hands, and you could faintly make out a blue flower embroidered on the corner. Embroidery work that she’d done for Sir Anakin.

“Are you alright, your highness?” You asked, placing your hand just over hers to massage her white knuckles.

She flashed a nervous smile at you, “You’ve saved my life, I think we’re past the whole ‘your highness’ thing,” She laughed weakly. 

“Padme,” You scolded, “I’m still responsible for your well-being.”

Padme squeezed your hand, “And I will always be grateful for that.”

Before you could press Padme for what was wrong, the trumpets sounded a fanfare. A hush fell through the throne room, and all turned towards the door as they opened with a majestic groan, making way for the heroes of Naboo. 

It was the six of them who had been sent to rescue you and Padme: Hunter and his brothers, and Anakin, the man who had ridden through several blockades with just his horse and sword to rescue the princess and bring her to safety. 

Hunter and his brothers were credited for the death of Count Dooku, and for that, King Ruwee made each of them a Duke. 

Your heart beat erratically as Hunter knelt before the King, the last of his brothers to be dubbed a duke at the edge of the king’s blade. Hunter caught your nervous glance as he knelt, and subtly winked at you before giving the king his focus. 

You knew he didn’t understand. A Knight and a servant wasn’t too much of a stretch, but a Duke and a servant were something else entirely. King Ruwee would never allow it, especially if Padme was hoping to marry her own beloved Knight one day.

The court was disappointed that Anakin was only made a duke, particularly when the herald had just finished reading a list of his noble accomplishments, but from the twinkle in Duke Kenobi’s eye, that wasn’t all that King Ruwee had in mind.

King Ruwee handed his sword to Queen Jobal and held out his hand to raise Anakin from the food, as he had done with the others before him. “Rise, Sir Skywalker, Lord of the Varykino lakes.”

The room thundered with applause for the Princess’s heroic rescuer. Anakin smiled for the crowd, but he stood awkwardly under all the attention. King Ruwee took pity on him after a moment and raised his hands for silence.

“As hero of Naboo, I will grant you one boon; whatever you will ask of me, I will grant it.”

The nobles gasped, whispering again at the king’s extreme generosity.

“Your majesty,” Anakin sank to his knees, “As a knight of Naboo, I want for nothing.”

The assembled crowd of nobles tittered approvingly at Anakin’s display of humility, and you rolled your eyes. You knew for a fact that was a lie. 

“Except for one thing,” Anakin raised his head to face his king, but his eyes landed on Padme. 

“I am afraid, however, that it is not something that you can give me, your majesty.”

King Ruwee looked to his daughter. Padme’s hand rested on her chest, trying to keep her breath steady, but the look she shared with Anakin never wavered.

Ruwee smiled like he knew this was coming. 

“Whatever you shall ask, Sir Skywalker, I give you my blessing.”

Anakin slowly pulled himself to his feet with shaking limbs, and you backed away from your position just behind Padme’s throne. Padme stood as Anakin approached her, clutching his hands in her pale fingers.

“Your majesty, Princess,” He whispered. You might have been the only one to hear his heart-melting declaration of love to Padme, but it was just as well. They deserved to have this one thing for themselves in a life full of courtly machinations.

“Yes,” Padme whispered. She broke out into a smile, and Anakin’s forehead rested against hers as he heaved a sigh of relief.

They held hands, but now they turned to face the court.

“Your majesties King Ruwee and Queen Jobal, I ask for your blessing in taking Princess Padme Amidala Naberrie, the first of her name, as my wife.”

Ruwee looked to his wife just to be sure. Jobal dabbed away a tear at the tender display, but nodded all the same.

Cheers all the louder filled the throne room, echoing through the stone chamber. Wrecker perhaps cheered the loudest, but it meant more to you and Hunter than it did to anyone else. He caught your eye as Padme and Anakin linked arms for all the court to see.

”I love you,” He mouthed.

It was a familiar scene, the chandeliers flickering overhead as the minstrels played jaunty tune after jaunty tune. Not only was this ball a celebration of the defeat of Dooku, but now it was also a celebration of the beloved Princess’s engagement. You ran interference with the other nobles to let Anakin and Padme have their moment on the dance floor, the center of everyone’s attention. Even King Ruwee, with his blood pressure, escorted his wife to the dance floor for a turn or two. 

You were wearing the shimmering blue gown again, not that anyone else would care. Padme was convinced that the dress had been what caught Hunter’s eye at your first ball, and promised that it would capture his attention. Or at least, it would if you could ever find him in this crowd. 

You were trying to distract a few well-wishers with a delicacy of sugared dates and pistachios when you heard a sultry voice.

“The new title suits you, my Lord.”

That voice itself didn’t mean anything to you, until you heard the reply.

“Oh, well thank you.”

You froze. That was Hunter’s voice. In the constant hum of chatter from the around the ballroom, it was hard to make out the tone of his voice, but you spotted him easily enough. He stood with the Baroness Talzin and her daughter, Asajj. 

“I have heard of your many exploits in battle, my lord. Should you be looking for a sparring partner, something…different, perhaps, to challenge your skills, I should be happy to lend a hand,” Asajj toasted Hunter with her ruby red goblet of wine. There was no mistaking her tone, she had a little more in mind than simply sparring.

You kept your breathing even. Despite Padme’s generosity, you were still a maid. You had a job to do. You took the tray of dates and turned to the nobles you were supposed to be entertaining, speaking more forcefully than usual to both catch their attention, and distract yourself. 

Someone called your name over the crowd, and you tried to brush it off as you had Baron Papanoida speak with Duke Kenobi and Duchess Kryze in an effort to give Padme and Anakin a few more moments alone.

“Milady!” He had found you now, it was impossible to avoid it. So when he tapped your arm to catch your attention, you place the tray between the two of you.

“Figs and nuts, sir?” 

Hunter blinked, and glanced down at the last treat on the tray. “Have you had any?”

It was your turn to be confused, “Well, no, I’m not supposed to-”

“Forget what you’re ‘supposed’ to do,” Hunter plucked the tray from your hand and took the last date, setting the tray aside and holding it out towards you.

Slightly embarrassed at his insistence, you refused to open your mouth until the sugary dusting brushed your lips. No use refusing it now. You opened your mouth and let Hunter place the date on your tongue. The slightly sour flavor exploded with the sugar, and you hummed in pleasure, just now realizing how hungry you had been.

“It’s good, right?” Hunter took a handful of peanuts from the serving dish and handed a few to you, “I first fell in love with figs when we were sent to Mandalore. Everyone eats them there.”

“It’s delicious,” You agreed, popping a few more in your mouth. You ate ravenously, Hunter could hardly get a word in edgewise until you were finished. Unable to wipe the peanut dust from your fingers onto your silken dress, Hunter offered you his handkerchief.

“Dance with me, milady?” He asked. He held out his hand, giving you the choice.

“I told you, don’t call me that,” You said, resisting the urge to pout like a spoiled child. You twisted his kerchief in your hands. The edge was embroidered with vines, just like the pendant he had made you.

Hunter simply smiled, “To recognize you as anything but a gracious lady would be just as impossible as stopping the sun from setting.

”Milady.”

Your face flushed, but it was impossible not to smile in reply. Of its own free will, your hand slipped into Hunters, and he spun you close, leading you to the edge of the dance floor.

“Last time, I hardly got the chance to dance with you,” He whispered so that only you would hear, “This time, I intend to have you as my only dance partner.”

Your breath caught on the lump in your throat, and you almost started to cry, but crying was forgotten as Hunter spun you under his arm, pulling a laugh from your chest that wrapped around the both of you and seemed to carry you far from the cares and worries of the ballroom.

It was almost enough to make you forget your staggeringly different places in society.

Almost.

Padme sat in the window the morning after, soaking up the sunlight of the early morning.

“Isn’t it so beautiful?” She asked you.

“Yes, it is, your highness,” You nodded, gently brushing her hair. The world had changed, but it still continued to spin on, and you still had work to do.

Padme turned, gently taking your hand, “How are things with you and Sir Hunter?” She asked.

Your smile wobbled, “Nevermind all that,” You said in a hurried whisper. You gently turned Padme’s head so that you could finish with her hair. 

She had worn an elaborate purple velvet dress for the ceremonies yesterday, and a shimmering gown in a yellow and pink gradient that was much better suited for dancing at the ball, but today was full of meetings to discuss what was to become of the Serennian lands after their surrender. She needed something dignified and elaborate to convey the sense of importance that these meetings held.  The dark red- almost brown- dress she was wearing was perhaps a little drab, but not when partnered with the cream sash and golden headpiece. 

Padme kept trying to get you to tell her everything that had happened while she was recovering at the Mandalorian Fortress, but you stubbornly refused.

“You look stunning, princess!” You told her, earnestly trying to avoid the worries in your heart.

Padme smiled at you, but you knew that she wasn’t buying your excuses. Fortunately for you, there was a knock at the door to her chambers and you had to answer it. 

The falconer’s apprentice handed you a scroll, sealed in black ink with Serenno’s traditional coat of arms. You gave the boy a coin for his troubles, and gave it to Padme to read as she hurried to the meeting. 

King Ruwee and Queen Jobal were already there, as were most of the council members. You quickly retrieved a pitcher of wine, pouring one for Padme and for several of the other council members who didn’t have their servants with them.

“As I am certain you all know, the purpose of this meeting is to decide the future of the kingdom of Serenno. Under Yan Dooku, who was slain by one of our own, all members of the royal family and those who would have a chance at a claim to the throne were wiped out. Those who were spared were absolutely loyal to Dooku,” Jobal began.

“As Serenno has surrendered to us, under the treaty of the Nine Kingdoms, we are free to absorb Serenno into our kingdom, or allow it to govern itself.”

Lord Taa harumphed, “If all who remain are loyal to Dooku, who is to say they won’t attack us again if we let them be? We’d be setting ourselves up for certain doom!”

King Ruwee held out his hand to calm his portly courtier.

“My dear, I believe you had more information on this front?” He asked Padme.

Padme sat up straight, holding the parchment she had received. "We have word from Romar, the captain of the King's Guard, that Dooku's allies have fled Serreno. His people offer their unconditional surrender." 

"Unconditional Surrender seems very extreme for a people who had nothing to do with their tyrant's machinations." Kenobi pondered, stroking his beard as he thought. 

"They're terrified," You spoke up. Suddenly, all eyes were on you. You gulped nervously, white-knuckling the pitcher. Padme hadn't been in Serenno. She hadn't seen what had become of a once prosperous mining kingdom. But you had. 

"Dooku killed their king, and anyone who could claim to be heir to the throne. He used dark magic that he found with the help of merchants from Nemoidia and the guilds in Geonosis, and he used that dark magic to threaten Serenno's people to submission. If they didn't give in to Dooku's reign, he would have wiped them out as well as us."

King Ruwee sat back in his chair, regarding you curiously. "What would you say they want, then?"

"Food," was your immediate answer, "They're starving. All of their resources went to Dooku and his allies. They have no loyalty to him. But they will be loyal to those who will take care of them and establish peace."

The council members murmured thoughtfully as they considered your words.

“Perhaps it would be best to absorb Serenno into our kingdom,” Ruwee said, “It would eradicate tariffs on food supplies-”

“And their mines would certainly be advantageous!” Taa said. He toasted the King, letting a few drops spill over the brim of his goblet.

“The new Dukes, aside from Lord Anakin, have yet to be assigned their own vassals. We could divide Serenno between them,” Jobal pointed to the map on the table.

Your spirits lifted. At least something was going right; Hunter and his brothers would be certain to take care of the people of Serenno, and if their interactions with the Serennian King’s Guard were anything to go off of, they would fit right in at home. And it would be far away enough to keep them away from the vultures of Court.

You were so pleased with this turn of events that you hardly noticed when the subject of conversation turned, if only for a moment.

“Speaking of the dukes, my sister is set to inherit a large portion of land upon her wedding day,” Duchess Kryze said slowly, “You have that accounted for, I assume, your majesty?”

You cocked your head to the side, trying not to sound too interested as you refilled Lord Taa’s goblet of wine.

“Of course, Satine, I promise I wouldn’t forget,” Ruwee chuckled.

“Good,” Duchess Kryze took an elegant sip from her goblet, “I had the notion just the other day, she would make a handsome partner for Sir Hunter, I think.”

You heard the pitcher crash against the stone floor, and as the noise rang in your ear you felt something soaking into your boot. 

“Forgive me, my lords,” You said on autopilot. Two footmen ran forward to help you clean up your mess, and you tried to mop it as best you could with your apron.

“No worries, my dear,” King Ruwee waved it off, and nodded to the duchess to continue.

“It’s a sizeable land, and with their skills I feel that Sir Hunter and my sister, Lady Kryze, would be a good match. Certainly a strong ally to your majesty should another enemy such as Dooku raise their ugly head.  I would have to speak to my sister, of course, but this marriage would prove advantageous to the young duke. I understand he wants what is best for his brothers, and this would help Sir Hunter arrange further advantageous marriages for them.”

“Are you alright?” Padme whispered as you shuffled your way over to her side, trembling and soaked with wine.

“I’m fine,” You assured her. You picked up the metal pitcher, ascertaining its condition, and fled the room with as much dignity as you could muster. 

You tossed the pitcher at the scullery maid. If you had any of your scruples about you, you would have moved on and grabbed a fresh pitcher so that you could return to the council room. Instead, you climbed down into the cellar and shut the door behind you, trying not to scream as tears burned into your cheeks.

You knew that you were well below Hunter’s station, but hearing the mere suggestion of Hunter being married to someone else was tearing your heart apart with every beat.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Hunter always put his brothers first, Duchess Satine was right about that. How could he refuse an offer like this? 

You buried your face in your hands and fell to your knees.

You had to face it now.

Hunter would never be yours.

Lady Luck (Prequel)

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[trylynarie]

Fruit Sniper (Crosshair)

-imagine tbb as cadets for this one :) -

Crosshair was on the brink of insanity. These regs can't shoot basic targets yet they had the balls to claim he was the defective one. Okay granted not many ten year olds could shoot like a trained hitman and he was practically mute most of the time but it was the principle of it!

"Heya, Crosshair!" Wrecker on the other hand was beaming.

"Have you got to bring that stupid toy to the mess?" He sighed.

"Hey!" The big clone pouted, "Lula is apart of this team to! Where we go, she goes! And I know it was you who made her for me."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Anyway, doesn't it drive you insane?" Crosshair said through gritted teeth, he had indirectly started a staring contest with a reg and he was not losing.

"What insane? What ya lookin at?"

"These stupid regs."

"Reg are just regs," he shrugged, "not worth worrying about them."

The reg in particular was rapidly losing this contest. From the other side of the mess, Crosshair could see that his eyes were beginning to go red and water. Red like... oh... what a wonderful idea. Petty, yes. But petty enough to turn the insanity tables.

"Wrecker... how many watermelons can you carry?"

"Haha! More than you! .... Umm.... Why?"

"Break into the kitchen and steal as much fruit as you possibly can."

"Well what's in it for me?"

He gave a satisfactory smirk as the reg couldn't take anymore and lost the game, "you get to watch me put these Shebs in their place."

About an hour later, Wrecker and Crosshair were hiding in the kaminoans viewing platform of the mess, curtains only slightly ajar so Crosshair could see what he was doing. Was this severely breaking the rules? Yes. Did they care? No of course they didn't, it's only a crime if you get caught after all ;). The door was locked and at this point anyone in the bad batch knew the ventilation layout like the back of their hand.

"So what exactly is it you're gonna do with a sniper and fruit?" Wrecker questioned.

"Prove that regs are stupid?" Crosshair focused on the point he needed, if he short this right...

This didn't exactly provide Wrecker with much clarity.

"So what do you want me to do then?"

"Go to the vent in the mess ceiling and drop the melons of course."

"Of course." Wrecker imitated, rolling his eyes and climbed back into the vent.

As expected, Wrecker was having a growth spurt earlier than his fellow defective counterparts and the vent seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. Tech predicted that in a couple months he wouldn't be able to fit anymore. Sure he took pride in being the strong one but it suddenly made him more different than his friends; more different than he was comfortable with. But it made the vent cover easier to take off so it was a 50/50 situation.

The first water melon was casually rolled out the ceiling. Now was was crosshair going to-

A singular shot was fired, hitting the melon and making it burst with a loud bang and spraying the floor dwelling regs in a red watery mess. The cadets would have mistaken it for blood if one of them didn't get it in their mouth. The confused wails were a melody to Crosshairs ears. Nobody shall dis his squad!

Besides the one cheering Hardcase he could hear in the background.

"WOO SOMETHING INTERESTING!"

"Hardcase shut up!"

"HOW ABOUT NO?!"

"There's watermelon all over my revision notes I have a heart exam in less than an hour."

"THEY GOT HELMETS ON THEIR HEADS! BUT I GOT A WATER MELON INSTEAD! B-)"

Wrecker had a Birds Eye view on the whole scene and could see Crosshair had covered a significant amount of surface area. This was too good, their faces looked so confused! Now what if he threw down another?

It would have helped if his grey haired companion was actually looking out of the window rather than giggling into the sniper. It was only by chance he saw a large amount of green move rapidly across his peripheral vision.

"Sheb!" He cussed as he quickly leapt up to the window, barely getting the shot in time.

BANG

The pieces came at the regs this time with much more velocity, one of them being physically blown back from melon to the face. This was pure gold. He knew he was going to get in some form of trouble for this but it was totally worth it

—————————

"There's another one." Tech cocked his head towards Hunter.

"Yeah, are we being attacked or something?"

The pair of them were in the barracks, in a mutual stale mate of 'this noise is really overwhelming me but I'm not going to tell you that'.

As much as he didn't want to, Hunter concentrated on the noise's whereabouts.

"I... I think... it's coming from the mess hall."

"Didn't Crosshair and Wrecker go there?"

"Oh no?" Hunter went pale, not expecting it to be their creativity causing the ruckus, "we gotta go."

He made his way for the door but was pulled back by a concerned Tech.

"If it really is an attack we shouldn't go through the corridors!"

"Yeah," Hunter agreed, "take the vent."

There were multiple vents into the mess hall. Having more common sense than the other two, they went for the one that was closest to the floor.

"What do you see?" Tech asked.

"There seems to be no droids," Hunter surveyed the scene, "but they're all panicking about something or other. And they're... covered in fruit?"

"Pardon?"

"I'm not joking."

They clambered out of the vent, only to get hounded by the newly painted red regs.

"You!" One pointed at them accusingly, "I bet you freaks had something to do with this!"

Hunter raised his hands, "hey calm down, soldier. We just came to investigate. What's going on up here?"

"Guys!" Another reg bounced over to them, assumably Hardcase.

Despite Hunters heightened senses, he still couldn't tell him apart from the others. He felt bad about it but the guy was so hyper he could tell off personality. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him.

"There's watermelons exploding everywhere, it's hilarious!"

Tech raised an eyebrow, "water melons?"

"Yes!" The angry reg butted back in, "and you can't tell me otherwise that it's you!"

"We may be more skilled than you but defying the law of gravity may be difficult even for us." He shot back in a deadpan tone.

"Well then where's q-tip and smooth brain?"

Hardcase glared at him, "they have names you know?"

"You're just as bad as them you little traitor."

"OH YEAH?!"

While Hunter tried his best to stop Hardcase going ham, Tech went about figuring out what on Kamino was going on. Melons from the ceiling? Well there was a vent... oh- OH! The vent was open with a clear face poking out the shadows and conveniently half a face behind observation deck curtains. The face in the ceiling also gave a little wave to him. Impressive. As funny as he thought this was, there was a high chance it would damage their reputation more than it was already.

"Hunter, can you do me a favour?"

"I'm a little busy right now!"

"Just go check on a ceiling vent, will you?"

Hardcases medic batch mate had now joined the fray. They had an arm each on Hardcase with the medic silently begging Hunter to not let go.

"You go!" Hunter shouted back.

Tech let out a sigh as he crawled back into the unsanitary vent. Why was it him always doing everything? It wasn't easy to scale up a vertical vent but the skill might come in handy one day. The vent was pitch black so he had to make some very well educated guesses on where he was but he was a Tech so this was fine.

Fine until he heard a "Wait Tech no-"

He had crawled straight into the melons causing one to dislodge.

"No no no oh no..." all Wrecker could do was hope that-

"I had to dip," Crosshair was coming up behind him, "The Kaminoans were breaking down the door-" he froze as he heard a loud thump.

"I don't wanna look..."

"Wrecker just look down."

He looked, "well... I don't think Hunter is going to remember any of this again."

And he was right. All Hunter remembered after the incident was a large amount of green then darkness. The melon had knocked him out cold.

———————

"Yeah and that's how the glorious Sargent was defeated by a watermelon." Crosshair smirked, Omega looked spellbound.

"Wow."

"CROSSHAIR STOP TELLING OMEGA-"

#star wars #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch #bad batch memes #bad batch tech #the bad batch hunter #bad batch #bad batch headcanons #bad batch fanfic #bad batch wrecker #clone trooper headcanons

[p-redux]

Georgia Ellenwood started in Ratingen. Maybe they met. They still follow each other and since he's staying not far away for filming he went to see her compete. He loves all sports anyway!

Ooooh, Georgia Ellenwood, blast from the past! For those who are new, Sam briefly dated Canadian athlete, Georgia Ellenwood a few years ago. Remember these? 👇

If you want more details, just search my blog for Georgia Ellenwood or #samgia.

And as the Anon said, Georgia WAS at Ratingen, Germany competing this past weekend. 👇

Georgia won in 2021, had an injury in 2022, and looks like she returned this year. Georgia and Sam still mutually follow on IG. So, maybe Sam went to watch her compete as a friend...or maybe they hung out as more. Who knows. But it would be way too big of a coincidence for Georgia to be at the competition in Ratingen and Sam to also be there, as we saw earlier...and Sam not have gone to see Georgia.

A different Anon asked this 👇

German athlete, Alicia Schmidt is gorgeous and Sam does follow her. Here she is. 👇 BUT

She didn't seem to be competing at Ratingen. Here's her IG story from yesterday. 👇

Lula Deli and Grill, from where she posted is in Berlin. Berlin is 5 hours from Ratingen 👇

Sooooo, let's see if there's any sightings or posts from either Sam or Georgia together. But, again, they dated briefly, remain friendly, so I can't imagine Sam would have gone to the Ratingen athletic event and NOT seen Georgia.

#samheughan #georgia ellenwood #ratingen #germany #decathlon #alicia schmidt

[kathbunny]

I've written almost 3k words in plans for an au today,,, and I'll be writing more too.

If you aren't in the discord, here's the vibes:

Modern, no magic

Serious Rivals to Playful Rivals

Found Family (Part of the rivals thing too)

Friends to Lovers

Sunshine/Shady ship dynamic

Takes place over the course of several years

Extremely supportive and perhaps overly protective friends

Lula is a gray pitbull with three legs who's very friendly.

Literally everyone is happy with their lives.

This is the most excited I've been to write in a while. The discord can be credited for some as these ideas, such as Lula being a pitbull is caused by Spinel.

#rolling with difficulty #rwd

[alessiathepirate]

Now You See Me 2

MIDNIGHT ON THE THAMES: Dylan Rhodes/Shrike x fem!reader

Summary: The reveal happens at the stroke of midnight, in the middle of the Thames, on New Year's Eve - and she couldn't be happier. Or maybe she could, because Lula and Jack won't be the only ones kissing that night.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

This man is so underrated, it's a crime. He deserves some love - please love him.

Warnings: a bit of swearing, but nothing more

•••

No matter how many successful reveals they pull off, she still feels the same amount of excitement, happiness and slight nervousness at the end of every trick and show.

Yet, the strongest feeling out of all of them was the happiness. The happiness because everything turned out just fine in the end, because this tiring performance is close to being over and mostly because her friends are also smiling with honest, wide grins and letting out excited chuckles.

This one though, this one wasn't easy to pull off. It was possibly the hardest show they had to put together with the trouble and issues they had to overcome. It was tiring, stressful, but also kind of fun and thrilling.

After this they'll sleep through a day if not two, she smiled at the thought as she let go of Lula, who was the last to end the group hug.

As Walter, Tressler and Chase slowly, reluctantly left the plane, stepping into the light, not understanding what is happening around them; the last act was about to start -- and this, this will be her favourite.

Those three absolutely ruined her whole week, made her almost choke on tears and worry and made her hate their whole existence and the fact that if they wanted to fool them, they had to let them believe they won was hard to swallow. Now they will get those smirks off of their faces and make them realize how easy it was to fool them. They were greedy and arogant and now they are losers -- nothing more.

God, how much they had to go through to reveal their real faces to the world.

"No, no, you should feel pretty good about yourself man. You predicted it correctly." Atlas started to tease the three of them for her pleasure, as they looked around with nothing but pure shock on their faces. "The Thames, stroke of midnight. New Year's Eve. Happy New Year!"

The people, the hundreds of curious fans who decided to come and see the final act shouted in happiness and excitement. Before these people tonight, there'll be nothing they'll be able to hide. That thought alone made her smile wider.

"We would like to acknowledge not just our old friend, Arthur Tressler, but his young and brilliant son, Walter Mabry!" Daniel continued. "Who has performed one of the greatest feats of illusion even we have ever seen. He has, amazingly, brought himself back from the death!"

The audience roared again, but this time the happy laughter wasn't the thing what made her heartbeat unevenly fast. It was the presence of the person who could both calm her down and make her uneasy with butterflies. Dylan's hand landed on her arm, squeezing it gently, lovingly, making her mind into a mush and her tounge forgot how to function to speak - and it's soon her turn to say something. She didn't know what that meant, but it was a sign of something - something soft like a silent 'thank you' or 'congratulations'. Even if it was slightly confusing, it felt nice. Too nice.

"But before he did that, he revealed someone. And we think it only right to give him a proper introduction. He is our friend and he is our leader, Dylan Shrike!"

His hand slowly left her as he turned towards their audience and began to speak.

"So normally only the magician, his assistant, and a few trusted stage hands know the secret of a trick..."

His voice faded away as she looked at him, quietly admiring him from afar, letting him enjoy his place in the spotlight. Her mind was full of memories. Memories of him, memories of today. The day she thought she'll actually choke on stress and worry.

God, how thankful she is that he's okay. That he's alive and up here with them, not down there in the water.

They were close, so close she felt comfortable in his presence. He was a person she could trust with anything, a person who didn't tease her like Merritt or Danny did sometimes. They were play fights, she knew that, but still there was something special between her and Dylan, a different kind of honesty.

And knowing that he could die from the digusting 'magic trick' those three tried to pull off with him made her cry. Like actually cry, many tears with a dry and quiet voice.

After he climbed out of that damned safe, she followed him around like puppy, sitting next to him on the stairs as they discussed what to do next. She sat next to him, not daring to hug him, but craving it -- yet instead she just let their knees touch slightly. It was enough to give her some energy and acknowledge that now they are going to war.

A slight nudge made her let go of those memories, getting back to reality, to a moment she should enjoy. Jack was the one talking now, explaining the secret behind 'Find the Lady' and this time Merritt was the one standing next to her.

"Don't daydream yet, lover girl. We still got a show to run." he patted her back and then walked away with a knowing a smirk.

Damn mentalist, she thought just as Lula began to explain the secret behind the airplane. He knows everything he can use to tease people with.

"Basically, we showed them everything." she finally spoke up herself, still laughing a little as she watched how Merritt teased his brother, finally getting the upper hand. "The switch, the plane, the manipulation... Yet they were still too blind to see." she turned towards Walter, a smirk forming on her face. "And you kidnapped us to steal the very thing that is in your pocket."

Walter was about to reach into his coat's pocket, to see if their homemade special card is really there; but Atlas was quicker.

"Whoops!" he said as the card appeared in his hand, seemingly out of nowhere. "You know, this thing here, which you said you could use to adjust markets, manipulate goverments, and spy on whomever you choose."

"Also, you could, as you said, control the public from outside the grid." she continued as the public groaned in frustration, realizing what their words really meant.

That reaction filled her heart up with pride.

"These men destroy people's lives. Spying on the world, robbing you of your right to privacy." It was weird, how well she recognized Dylan's voice and how well her heart did as well - as it was beating faster. Their eyes met and even if he was speaking the harsh truth, his gaze was still soft. It was always soft with her. "And they do that by hiding in the dark. So in true Horsemen tradition, we are here to expose them."

"Tonight, they, like all of us, are finally stepping into the light." she was grinning as the people reacted, shouting, screaming happily, because the truth was finally out. "Thank you everybody!"

"We are the Horsemen and we will be back very soon!"

And the moment came - when the show ends, the tiredness appears. Her chest was heavy with pride and happiness, justice found those three men who ruined their lives for days without stopping. Now they got what they deserve.

And then the coundown began. The audience shouted, like if the wait until New Year was part of the show... They shouted as the sirens were turned on, meaning the FBI was on its way. It was time to leave -- and then finally rest.

And then she felt it, the push - the literal, physical push she knew she needed, which got her closer to Dylan, almost bumping into him. She didn't know who it was, although she could bet her right arm on one of her friends -- but it didn't really matter. Thoughts didn't really matter. She was there, close to him, their eyes met.

It was their moment.

"So fun's over, huh?" she tried to joke, but her throat was dry and she could feel that her cheeks were pink for sure.

And then it happened - the need in her was satisfied, they touched the other. That kind of closeness was new and intoxicating, but not at all uncomfortable. It was something what both of them longed for since forever - and now here they were.

Their lips touched. It was a quick and short kiss, but it was a very meaningful one. She felt it. She felt it in how warm his lips were, how he touched her cheeks and how he was slightly shaking just like her, because what they wanted finally happened. It was soft, but it was full of passion. All the unsaid feelings were pushed into that one, simple kiss.

"I love you." his words were simple, they were nothing special, but they still made her insides warm.

"Hey, we are on the clock here!"

Damn the clock!

They had to run, sure. But even that couldn't wash the lovesick smile off her face. It couldn't, because Dylan Shrike loved her. He said it himself and she knew it was true.

Dylan grabbed her arm, he held onto her firmly as they started to run - just in time, because the boats arrived and agents started to get out of them, running towards them.

"I love you too." she said as they hurried away. "I think I've loved you since you interrogated me."

"Ever since then, huh?" he chuckled.

"What can I say? I think it was the suit. You look really good in suits."

They both laughed even if they were a little bit out of breath.

Dylan suddenly stopped and so did she. She took a deep breath as she looked at the water of the Thames, which was only a few meters away. People shouted behind them, possibly the agents who were sent here, only to fail their mission once again. They never really learn.

He turned towards her and touched her cheeks once again, his thumbs drawing shapes gently into her skin.

"I need you to go, okay? I'll be right behind you, but there's one more thing I have to do."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek and then she looked up at him with a shy smile.

"I'll see you soon."

And just like that she was gone. Gone, disappeared into the night like the magician she is, making a fool out of the FBI once again.

Dylan stayed there, waiting for an agent to turn up so he can finish what he started and give them the proof they need against Tressler and his son. He stayed there as the shouts came closer. He stayed there and looked after his lover, knowing that he'll adore the moments he'll spend with her once they finally get to a safe place where they can finally rest.

#now you see me #now you see me 2 #nysm #dylan rhodes x reader #dylan rhodes x fem!reader #dylan shrike x reader #dylan shrike x fem!reader #dylan shrike #dylan rhodes #daniel atlas #jack wilder #merritt mckinney #lula may

[always-andromeda]

𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ – fluff. ♤ – angst. ♢ – smut.

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

Bathtime (2.8k) – ♡

➴ After a few years of therapy and working through some of his trauma with his best friend, Alex finally feels ready to take on a bubble bath.

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧

Nobody Does It Like You Do (2.7k) – ♡♢

➴ When you demand Burt's attention, he gives you far more than you bargained for.

The Crush (5k) – ♤♢

➴ Your Biology professor drives you absolutely insane. But are you really ready to face the reality of intertwining yourself with a man with baggage of his own?

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐫-𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬

Dog Days (0.6k) – ♡

➴ You went to the dog park pretty often. But it wasn't until Scotty scampered into Lula's life that she found a playmate she couldn't get enough of. The man Scotty dragged with him didn't seem too bad himself either. Or so you thought until he opened his mouth.

𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧

NSFW Alphabet (3k) – ♢

Get Home Safe (2.5k) – ♡

➴ Walking home at night in Gotham is always a risk. Luckily, Edward Nashton comes to your rescue right at the nick of time.

Eager Baby (2.6k) – ♡♢

➴ Edward has no idea how to please you, but he’s ever so eager to show you just how devoted he is to you.

Honey Bunny (3.8k) – ♡♤♢

➴ After making a heartbreaking discovery in the midst of a rough patch in your relationship, you decide to treat Edward to a little surprise.

Hellfire (0.8k) – ♤♢

➴ If you weren’t so eye-catching, Edward Nashton might not have thought twice before passing right over you. After all, you're the only reason he came to this godforsaken bar.

Edward x Reader with a Cat Headcanons (0.7k) – ♡

➴ When you first tell Eddie about your cat, he internally cringes a little. He likes animals well enough! He's just nervous about them not liking him.

Cuddling with Edward Nashton Headcanons (0.4k) – ♡♤

➴ Physical affection is foreign to Edward. He craves it more than anything else; desires to be known so deeply that when you finally try to give him just that, it freezes him up almost entirely.

Cold Affection (0.5k) – ♡♤

➴ Being cold around Edward isn't something you can simply hide. If your teeth chatter or you tremble even a tiny bit, he notices quickly. And even quicker, he'll do something to rectify it.

𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲

NSFW Alphabet (2.8k) – ♢

A Deal (1.3k) – ♢

➴ You’ve been moody all day. And Eli knows by now what that means.

Tabletop (1.2k) – ♢

➴ He’s been seething with arousal the entire day. Eli Sunday woke up that morning, wanting his daily fix of you just to get him through the day.

Sleep Tight (1.3k) – ♢

➴ It’s the middle of the night. Eli’s tossing and turning, hoping he doesn’t wake you. Hoping that it just goes away. Praying that the nauseating shame creeping through his stomach will cease the throbbing below him.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐧

Starflower (2.7k) – ♡♤

➴ Identifying with people has never been Hank's strong suit. But fictionalizing them can help, until one day, it doesn't. Perhaps, this is the push Hank needs to begin to build something new; something that doesn't have to be fiction.

𝐉𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫

NSFW Alphabet (4k) – ♢

sound of a love song series masterlist (57.7k) – ♡♤♢

➴ Joby Taylor was a mess. A washed up, utter failure. But when he meets you, a fellow lost artist, maybe he can start to see the light.

Pink Diamond (1k) – ♡

➴ Joby Taylor doesn't do sparkles. Not unless you want him to, of course.

Taking What's Not Yours (4.4k) – ♤♢

➴ Joby learns a hard lesson when it comes to taking things that don’t belong to him.

Bar Hopping (0.8k) –♢

➴ You have no clue how Joby convinced you to do this. How he had you on his lap, practically molded to his body on the booth of the table.

Joby Taylor x Pregnant!Reader Headcanons (1.2k) – ♡

➴ One usually doesn't try to purposely entangle themselves with Joby Taylor. Joby Taylor merely happens to you. One day you're internally groaning over how he's looking at you from under his heavy eyelids and baring that smug smile from across the bar and the next you're holding a positive pregnancy test and debating whether or not you tell him.

You’re A Mean One (2.4k) – ♡♤

➴ You're a mean one, Joby Taylor...

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞

NSFW Alphabet (3k) – ♢

Sweet Pea (1.4k) – ♡♤

➴ For almost twenty long years you’d dealt with Percival Dolarhyde’s bullshit. From the second his daddy started spurting gold out of every orifice of his body, the universe decided that Percy would never grow up knowing poverty. On his own, however, he decided he’d never know a moment of good, pure silence either.

Percy x Teasing!Reader Headcanons (0.9k) – ♢

➴ You’re sworn enemies. You’re absolutely in love with him. But, god, you hate him.

Wish I Was Special (1.2k) – ♤♢

➴ He's not much to look at, but he'll do. That's probably the closest approximation to what you first thought when Percy approached you.

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐯

Wanted (6.5k) – ♡♤♢

➴ Pierre is terribly worried his wife is being too hard on herself after becoming a mother. After convincing her to finally come to bed, he gets to show her just how much he’s missed her.

Wedding Night (1.5k) – ♡♢

➴ Pierre has been looking forward to getting married practically since he was little. Being a bastard child, his biggest dream is having a real family; someone who chooses to love him, not something dictated by his status or wealth.

My Lucky Star (4.1k) – ♡♤♢

➴ After an overwhelming society party, Pierre struggles to understand how you feel.

Wine and Pierre (1.2k) – ♢

➴ It’s all hands and giggles as Pierre drags you into some room. You can still smell the rich, mulled wine on his breath with every heavy inhalation he takes between kisses.

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐞𝐜𝐤

Together Again (1.4k) – ♢

➴ Simon recreates your face smiling up at him with his perfect mind. He catches the way your teeth part slightly as you try to speak, the slow blink as you process his words. He can pretend that he'd just told you how he felt.

Stars Around Scars (0.9k) – ♡♤

➴ Simon first meets you in an airport. Well. He doesn't exactly meet you. He sees you. Sees you talking to yourself for a split second from where you sit before picking up a book that was laying in your lap and opening it to a random page.

Oh, Mommy... (0.4k) – ♢

➴ What time does a guy like him have for romance or lust when he's literally one of the government's most important assets?

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐊𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

NSFW Alphabet (2.9k) – ♢

I'm Not Looking At Your Junk (6.2k) – ♡♢

➴ Despite being an infamous prude, Timothy Klitz wasn't expecting it when you said you hadn't watched the sex ed tape he and his friends made during senior year. Little does he know, however, college has given you a chance to become a bit more experienced.

Love Me On My Bad Days (1.3k) – ♡♤

➴ The second he got to school, Timothy Klitz felt your absence. With that, the whole day seemed oddly empty without you by his side.

Generous Heart (0.6k) – ♡♤

➴ No matter how many times he had kissed you and seen you this way, you never thought you'd be comfortable enough; never thought you could stifle the grimace when you realized he could see every pore and every blemish of your skin.

College!Klitz Headcanons (0.5k) – ♡♢

➴ Our boy changes quite a lot during his first few months of college.

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

Paul Characters with an Asexual Partner Headcanons (0.8k) – ♡♤

Dancing in the Rain with Dano Characters (0.6k) – ♡

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Disagreements (Eddie Munson x Reader) (Part Seven)

“So the word on the street is that you and Munson are a thing.” Lula said conversationally.

You refrained from looking at her, a mix of apprehension and anxiety shorting through you for a moment. There was nothing wrong with being a thing with Eddie, but you would rather avoid the stares and rude comments about it if you could. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Pam.” Lula said, pushing open the classroom door and holding it as you walked inside. “She said she saw you kiss him before you got out of his van.”

“Yeah we’ve gone on a couple dates.” You said, deciding not to deny it. You were a little upset that Pam had told Lula right away, but there was no point in denying it when she had seen it happen.

“A couple, huh?” Lula asked. “That must mean he’s nice. Or a good kisser.”

“Or both.” You said. She was taking it well - way better than Pam had anyway.

Lula laughed. “Both, huh. You’re really doing well then.” She sat down in her usual seat, laying her books on the table. “Just be careful with him. He doesn’t have his reputation for nothing.”

“So far he’s been nothing but a sweetheart.” You said, sitting down in the seat beside her.

“That’s good to hear.” Lula said. “If he’s ever not-“

“I know.” You said, smiling. It was nice to know that at least one of your friends had your back.

—

It wasn’t until you were packing up to leave that Eddie came to visit.

Hands slid over your eyes, obscuring the contents of your locker. You could feel a familiar presence behind you, and a grin hovering at your ear. “Guess who?”

“Paul McCartney.” You said, knowing full well that it was Eddie behind you.

“Wrong.” Eddie singsonged. “Two more guesses.”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think, leaning back against Eddie’s chest. “Freddie Mercury?”

“Nope.” Eddie said, popping the p. “Closer though. Better make this final guess count.”

“Oh gosh, I don’t know.” You said. “Is it Ozzy?”

The hands covering your eyes disappeared, instead circling around your waist and pulling you close to him. “Not exactly correct, but Ill take it.”

“Hi Eddie.” You said, turning around to face him properly.

“Hiya honey.” He returned, dropping his hands from around your waist. “You doing anything for the rest of your day?”

“Nope.” You said. “I’m all yours.”

Eddie grinned. “You know that’s what I like to hear.” He said. “Wanna come over to my place? We can order a pizza, hang out… maybe I’ll play you something on my guitar?”

“Sounds great to me.” You said, spinning back around to finish putting your books in your bag, and closing your locker.

“Sweet.” Eddie said, stealing your bag from you and slinging it over his shoulder, starting towards the door.

You kept pace beside him, following him towards the parking lot. “You didn’t have to get my bag-“

“I didn’t have to, but I figured it was the gentlemanly thing to do.” Eddie said. “Can’t have you thinking I’m too much of a bad influence.”

“You haven’t influenced me badly yet.” You said.

“You skipped class for me, sweetheart.” Eddie reminded you. “Gotta even out the score.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” You said.

“Not for me, but for you?” Eddie said. “Good grades, college level classes, nearly perfect SAT score you?”

You laughed at his exaggeration, pushing open the door to the school and holding it for him. “I’m not that much of a nerd.”

Eddie tutted, turning towards where his van was parked. “I don’t know… I don’t think someone who wasn’t a nerd would be going out with me…”

“Shut up.” You said, shouldering him jokingly.

Eddie mockingly shouted in pain, doubling over. “I’m hit!” He crowed. “I don’t know if I’ll make it home… go on without me!”

You just laughed at him, that warm fluttery feeling building in your chest again.

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