#it’s. sigh. I think about the hangar scene SO MUCH.

[hyperfixationtimego]

if you hate him we can’t be friends 💔

#this is how I cope with seeing people who are Inherently Wrong™️ in the main tags btw #he’s just a guy……..his heart is so full and he loves so thoroughly #he adopts an emo and a feral goth and helps them to appreciate life again what more do you WANT FROM HIM #obviously he has flaws but every dr character does?? #and frankly aside from the translation issues I find that his flaws are handled in one of the most narratively satisfying ways #and I definitely feel as though a lot his actions and behaviors that people point to as reasons for disliking him are simply taken out of #context #he’s a character who was facing death before the killing game ever even started - #YES he’s intense but that’s because he has to be. he’s trying to do as much as he can within a limited timeframe #AS A TEENAGER NO LESS #Y’ALL SEEM TO LIKE TO FORGET THAT PART TOO…..GUY’S IN HIGH SCHOOL 😭 #and anyway when push comes to shove he sets aside his grudges to try and do the right thing for the people he cares about #it’s. sigh. I think about the hangar scene SO MUCH. #like he really doesn’t let Shuichi apologize because he knows that Shuichi shouldn’t HAVE to #ALSO??? he’s not BEING AN ASSHOLE in chapter 4 HE’S JUST SEEING THE AFTERMATH OF SOMEONE HAVING BEEN HORRIBLY MANIPULATED INTO DOING #SOMETHING THEY WOULD NEVER OTHERWISE DO #he puts so much faith and trust in his friends because he KNOWS that fundamentally they are good people #he’s not even!!!!! directly an asshole to Kokichi until Kokichi starts treating the losses and trauma they’ve all suffered as trivial!!! #oh and don’t even come at me with the ‘’hypocrisy’’ shit #the dude’s body is fucking SHUTTING DOWN I can forgive him for not doing a couple pushups 😭 #cries and sobs I love him so much. he tries so hard to be positive and make the most of things #y’all just jealous 🤧 #danganronpa #kaito momota #ndrv3 #new danganronpa v3 #killing harmony #new danganronpa v3 killing harmony

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

Happy Wednesday, here's the first part of a little TFA Shockblurr fic I'm working on with Strika & Lugnut acting as running commentary.

💜💜💜

"Permission to kill Sentinel Prime?" 

Strika sighs heavily. "Unfortunately, permission denied." 

Shockwave just replies with a discontent hum. 

"Trust me, if he was in line for the smelting pit, I would've tossed him in already," Strika reassures him as she glances up from her datapad. 

Shockwave is seated in the chair across from her, clearly irate. Not everyone could decipher his emotions, but she had been stuck dealing with him for many millennia, so she could read him like a datapad now. His shoulders were tense, his posture was irregularly proper, his servos were clenched together tightly, and he was staring down the door of the meeting room. 

Shockwave was, to put it simply, pissed off. 

Lugnut picked up on it as well but made no comment. He was unusually silent sitting beside his conjunx, shuffling between datapads and muttering about next steps. 

The meeting hadn't gone well, in part due to the fight that Sentinel Prime and Blurr had gotten into. Strika had just sat back and watched, letting the two yell at each other to their sparks content. They clearly didn't like each other and their issues came from before the ceasefire got called so it wasn't any of her concern. Eventually Blurr had given up, thrown a datapad at Sentinel, and left in a huff. Sentinel had followed after him, still shouting at the mech. 

Strika had excused everyone else, who had all been sitting there, the Decepticons watching in surprise and delight while the Autobots watched with a familiar resignation like this was as normal as a sunrise. The only occupants left were herself, her conjunx, and Shockwave. 

"What a mess," she sighs. She looks over at Shockwave who is still staring at the door. "Did you get anything from this meeting? Or do I have to call another?" 

"I'll handle the makeup meeting, general," Shockwave says, finally turning from the door and relaxing his posture. 

She has to bite her glossa to keep herself from looking surprised. Shockwave didn't usually do such matters. He preferred to work on his own, alone, and without others. The only one he obeyed was Megatron, no matter how much higher in rank the one giving orders was. 

She just nods and says, "Very well. I appreciate you taking the initiative." 

Shockwave nods and leaves without another word. Another odd behavior, as he usually took every chance he got to insult Lugnut. Strika even had a datapad ready and nearby to throw at his helm in retaliation. 

She just shakes her helm and turns back to the report before her. Silence persists for a few clicks before Lugnut says, "Shockwave is infatuated with that puny skinny Autobot." 

"No he's not," Strika answers immediately. Because of course he's not. Shockwave is the Decepticon Army's perfect soldier. Unwavering loyalty, went deep undercover for millennia without a single complaint, and obeys orders without a second thought for his own wellbeing. Of course he wouldn't be interested in an Autobot. 

"My terror, I believe he is," Lugnut insists, turning to look at his conjunx. There is also the other side of denying his claim, which is that Lugnut is terrifyingly good at predicting things. Strika thinks it's more dumb luck and less skill, but he's been right so many times she has trouble denying it. 

"What, the little scrawny blue one?" she asks. When he nods, she scoffs, "The one who tried to kill him when they reunited?" 

That was a fun solar cycle. Optimus announced he'd be getting more Autobots to aid them in fighting off the Quintessons. Strika hadn't thought anything of it, too busy repairing the engine of her ship. She only knew they had arrived when she heard screaming coming from one of the hangars. 

She'd run into quite a scene: Shockwave, pinned to the floor by the tiny Autobot Blurr, bleeding from various slash wounds, Blurr holding a knife to Shockwave's central line, Optimus trying to pry Blurr away, and Shockwave and his little attacker screaming insults at each other. She had intervened and gotten Shockwave to his pedes before demanding answer from everyone involved. 

 Shockwave had technically and almost killed Blurr and Blurr wanted revenge. Which she should honestly want. After all, Shockwave was a huge pain in her aft. 

But he was also an amazing intelligence agent. So she had let them both off with warnings, threatening to rip their spinal struts out with her bare servos should they continue to fight. 

And that was that. 

Until now. 

"Yes, but perhaps that will make their bond stronger! We also once tried to annihilate each other," Lugnut replies. 

"That was different. We were both stuck in gladiatorial contracts. These two have a choice to avoid each other and not kill each other," Strika says. 

#i didnt check this for spelling or grammar because im tired #so if you see any of that uhhhhh no you didnt #tfa #transformers animated #shockblurr #Shockwave #Strika #lugnut #my writing

[court-jobi]

Expert in Distraction

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Word Count: 1,883

Rating: M, 18+ (please scroll on by, kiddos)

Warnings: 🔥stress relief, est. relationship, spicy stimulation, fem pronouns, excessive use of the nickname 'angel', #thehelmetstayson

Summary: He’s been workin’ on this new hot-rod of his for a while now. He works hard enough with errands of his own, and deserves a break more than anything– especially after all he’s been through lately. So you try to spell your Mandalorian– only to have him bail you out when things go south on an errand in the Tattooine market scene. Frustrated and down on yourself, you try to keep your angst out of his sight… only for your Mando partner-in-crime to sense his girl needs him and opts to helps alleviate your stress. 

“D’you wanna talk, or a distraction?”

You meant it as a clarifying question, but it came out soft: a plea for the solution to the problem.

“Distraction…?”

Oh, yes. Yes to the touch, yes to that angle, yes to the distraction, yes to your Din Djarin. 

A/N: Inspired by my favorite bounty hunter (and how the phrase "rough day" will forever be cemented in my mind by @no-droids beloved work), here's how I imagine the sharp-eyed -but ridiculously in love- Mandalorian would help you unwind after a day where nothing's gone right. Cleaning carbon scoring can wait; after you've answered his question for how best to help you...

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Ashla knows you'd had a rough day.

You'd been running clear across compounds in search of what you thought were easy to find supplies while your Mandalorian was making repairs in the comfort of a private shipyard. He needed a break from finding his own parts this week, but would never say so. Routine stuff wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle picking up and enjoyed the time alone to feel accomplished, so you set out for the chore yourself. 

What you didn't expect was the shootout in the hangar. Damn hothead spacers...

That sure put a wrench into things. You got interrupted on the job and caught in a really tight spot without much cover or a good exit path. Not that you could handle without being covered in beskar. So, you sent out your reluctant call about the outburst to the other end of your comm, where Mando obviously came to get you, broke it up, and brought you back right as night fell. 

But the adventure of the day left you feeling pent up and irritated at how it'd gone.

You steamed at the sink, having rinsed the parts you’d salvaged but staring the pile down before mustering the will to dry them off. Sighing as you did so, you sensed his presence behind you. His shadow on the wall gave you pause so you just carried on, thinking he'd move along. 

Only he didn't. Inside that she'll keeping his face from you, he wrestled with how to help you. A hand came to your waist, a low voice breaking through the incoming tension headache brewing behind your eyes;

"Hey you."

He was in soft mode. Shit. You could hear it in his voice, and your heart sank. 

You seriously loved when he'd get sweet like this. But after today? You knew you were in a horrible mood and felt guilty for not falling into him as easily as you wanted.

"Hey," you tried to manage back pleasantly, but you were tired. "I'm almost done here, then we can relax if you want," and so you picked up your pace.

The Mando leaned over you easily and led your hand off the counter. "Don't worry about those."

Your temper flared and turned around to face him, 

“Look I'm fine, just let me do this, ok? I can do this one thing!" 

Deadly quiet calmness shut your throat again as he looked down at you. One sided tip of the helm, a cue for you to check yourself. 

You hopelessly just wanted something to go right out of this day... and you regretted the tone as soon as you said it.

So, you took a deep breath and stared off to the side. Giving up the bite, you chucked the towel somewhere behind you, gripping onto his belts' hooks in midreach– to communicate his touch was welcome at the very least. You'd still take the hug, even if you weren't happy. Ungloved and warmer than the usual gloves covering him up, his grounding hand returned-- this time coming to your cheek.

"D'you want to talk, or a distraction?"

Ugh, you’d had enough talking about the things going wrong recently. Now, distraction? That could be anything from fixing you a snack, to shooting mynocks off the hilltop. Depends if he’s angry enough.

You meant it more as a clarifying question, but it came out soft- for the solution to the problem.

"Distraction…?"

With another tilt, the Mandalorian closed the rest of the space between you and trailed that hand up to rake your hair away. He caught the pair of pins where you'd tied your front pieces back in a hurry and worked them out, tossing them in the sink behind you. With another careful shake and swipe all the way down, now he was able to work the braid out. You let your eyes fall shut at the sensation, releasing your finger's grip into a gentler hold on his sides. A slight hum came from you without realizing and you worked to let your brow fall from its tensed peak.

"There’s my girl," he whispered. "I've missed you."

He meant the smile that had been missing; it was back the instant he touched you. You flickered up at him a little pitiful, and he hummed at you– the sign that he was watching.

"Sweet girl..." The mutter under his breath at the sight of you. "...why don't I just help you unwind a bit. You’ll feel better. "

"How's that?" You asked softer, your voice weak and a bit higher.

He leaned in a bit closer to your ear, nuzzling against your temple as his gently as beskar would allow. Cradling the back of your head to him as his hand planed across your stomach,

"I can help relax you. You won't have to move or lay a finger on anything else tonight. Just let me take care of you. Touch you, in all the ways I know you love."

His hand slid down lower as the moment blended into something else, and you suddenly inhaled quick at the fluttering you now felt in your thighs. 

A delicious distraction.

Your Mandalorian coaxed you, his hand massaging at your hip. "How does that sound?"

You nodded and hummed high in your throat, moaning a little when he massaged that hand into your hair to scratch your scalp.

He'd do anything to keep you safe and happy. He'd accomplished the first, now to solve the second....

You hummed when he massaged through your hair, and reacted: pulled him close enough where you could reach up to his shoulders. He pressed in like a perfect fit and traced the edge of your pants, right at the tender skin of your stomach.

"S'that feel good, angel?"

He nuzzled you again to gauge your permission. You nodded again and fell into the sway he started, your hips unconsciously pressing into his. Anything to be closer. Your head dropped towards his neck while your arms found their home atop his shoulders. He swelled with pride at how easy you would stay under him.

WIthout an ounce of hesitation left, the Mandalorian took the submission to let his hand slip under your waistband. You hummed bright at the intrusion and whimpered when he'd ghosted over that tender part at your core before he let his hand cup you fully. Hiding in that warm spot of fabric before the hard beskar chestplate, you sighed into his touch below… The sink of your entire body wasn’t far from your Mando’s sight, as he cradled you back to lean against the counter the whole way down.

"That's my angel... I've got you. There we go~." 

Softness galore and buttery warmth coated his voice while he coaxed you just enough to have you sink back against the countertop and your legs widened a bit more for his hand to move. "Is this ok?"

"Yes please," you whispered- laced with far more begging than you anticipated.

Yes to the touch, yes to the angle, yes to the distraction, yes to him. 

His chuckle echoed in the helm. "So polite.. you have good manners, cyar'ika." 

Fingers began to work gently against your opening (all to elicit a moan from you), finding their home and making space as he pleased,

 "--But I want you to forget the honorifics tonight. You just let go and say whatever you need to. Loud as you want."

The sigh that left you at his words was so needed and gripping him tighter sent the message: 

"Fuuuuck that feels good."

You felt your hips rock against him on their own. As your guide the rest of the way in, he captured you to his chest.

This here, this guy was a man of words you got when the two of you were alone. How grateful you were for the brief respite being on this dustball of a planet gave you. Away from the other hunters, from the garage techs, even out of Peli’s guest rooms– here in the little corner of your private, rented garage, he'd litter all sorts of sweet words on you while handling you against that counter… your stomach jumping at each one as they flowed through you.

You sound… so kriffing gorgeous, just like this.

That's it, c'mon.

That's my pretty girl.

You work so hard for me. This is all for you, now.

Let go for me.

Any aggravation of the day be damned. Nothing mattered except for the bow to burst; and your Mando was making great time, the expert of distraction he is. That's his secret weapon-- turning around a bad day the moment you give the word.

The live wire in you was beginning to burn, sparking trembles in the body that made your legs shake. A foot popped off the ground and atop the strong thigh that parted you. 

Normally you were laying down for this part, and nerves for the sudden onslaught of it rose with a vengeance, getting better of you. 

Beside his helmet, you caught the reflection of your brows tense for new reason. Facing your light and relieving pants, the black of the visor stayed fixed on your face. 

"I-I,I cant- Din,” you begged, “I can't–"

"Yes you can, mesh’la." He whispered as if he were the call of Sleep himself. As if it were a dream.

The quiver ebbing inside brought you to hide in his neck.

The voice seeping from the edge of the helmet, 

"You're so close, let go.”

The core of you revved to the edge. Your only hope was that voice– 

–and its final, sweet order:

“Cum for me, angel."

For gasps of breath after you stopped shaking, you held onto him for dear life. Thankfully, he made doing so more comfortable by slipping off his chestplate between you.

It's no secret now, your loving him. In your light, ditzy whisper to tell him so, he merely hummed a little chuckle back, gave you a gentle keldabe kiss, and swayed again. Just content to hold you- and murmur it back in turn.

The gesture of what you did today didn't go unnoticed; Din knew exactly what you'd been trying to do. Taking on the grocery run would have spelled him after a string of long days this week. How could he blame you for a a frustrating turn of events like a shootout? He'd be pissy, too.

Not only would he come every time to help, but he'd spell them from you if he could. He honestly preferred having you by his side on errands, anyway. But the offer meant the world to him.

"Mmm'love you..." the little whimper came from the lovely bundle in his arms. The stress appeared to have melted away entirely.

"Someone has tired eyes," he replied back, equally sated at the sight of his darling, "Now, no lifting any fingers, hear me? I mean it. I'll take care of these in the morning."

No fight from you there. He drove it straight out of you, to his own happy calm.

Of course, when Din led you both out from the workspace and toward the residential district, locking the garage behind them, he made sure to keep you under his arm and gave his warm word of love right back.

#din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #the helmet stays on #mando x reader #mandalorian pre-BOBF #din djarin smut

[phoenix-downer]

Survivors Chapter 1

Survivors: ~1250 words. Merrin can tell Cal wants to be with her, but he will have to reconcile his growing feelings for her with the teachings of the Jedi Order and all that has instilled in him.

Story Info: Cal Kestis/Merrin. Set during Jedi: Survivor. Canon Compliant, Alternating POVs, Missing Scenes. Romance, Fluff, Introspection, Mutual Pining.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 

Cal was maddeningly, infuriatingly restrained. 

Oh, he wouldn’t stop her if she put her arms around him as they rode a spamel together. He happily cuddled next to her by the fire if she leaned her head against his shoulder. And he made no move to leave when she lay down next to him and put her hand over his. Even when she’d kissed him, he hadn’t pushed her away or told her to stop.

But he never initiated anything. He was too much of a Jedi for that.

Merrin cursed the Jedi Order under her breath. Curse them all for giving Cal such hangups about his completely natural urges. She was relieved the Nightsisters had no such qualms. Her clan’s leader had even encouraged the sisters to engage in relationships if they so wished. 

Naturally, it was just her luck to fall for the stubborn man who absolutely refused to be in any sort of romantic relationship.

She glanced at him now, deep in conversation with Cere and Eno Cordova about Tanalorr. They were strolling through the Hidden Path’s archives on Jedha, the blue glow of the holorecords casting everyone in an eerie light. He seemed to sense her looking at him, because he cast a glance her way, and for a split second their eyes met. Then he hurriedly looked away, and Merrin wanted to sigh.

He is like a small child, afraid of his crush. 

It was an amusing contrast to how well he carried himself otherwise. With decorum, maturity, and dignity, but with just enough recklessness in battle and awkwardness when it came to matters of the heart to make him endearing.

Listen to me, I sound like a child with a crush, too. 

“Merrin,” he said, and she straightened from where she was hunched over one of the archive’s consoles. She would never admit it to him, but she loved the way he said her name. Always with this note of deep affection he could not hide no matter how hard he tried.

“Yes, Cal?” she asked, far more casually than she was actually feeling. BD-1 looked from her to Cal and back again. Could droids sense sexual tension? BD-1 was making an excellent case for himself.

Cal stared at her for a disconcerting amount of time before speaking again. “Are you ready to go?” he asked, his voice softer than she was expecting.

“I’ve been ready for ages. I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost somewhere in the archives.” She slipped back into their natural banter easily. She’d missed it in their years apart.

“Not my fault the Anchorites were having some deep discussions about the Force I just couldn’t miss out on,” he replied, a charming half-smile on his face. 

“Careful, you could spend years of your life listening to them argue.”

That got a chuckle out of him. “Speaking from experience?”

“They have a very different view of the Force than the Nighsisters and Jedi do, and they do not even agree with each other.” With that she started a light jog towards the Veiled Hangar where the Mantis was waiting.

He followed after her. “Makes sense. The Force encompasses us all. I’m not surprised that different people interpret it and interact with it differently.”

She glanced behind her. “What was that? A Jedi admitting his way of seeing the Force might not be the only way?” It was very unlike the arrogance of the Jedi Order, and she couldn’t help but tease him about it.

She was rewarded once more with another chuckle from him. “You may be surprised to learn that I’ve expanded my horizons since you left.”

The words were joking, but there was a hint of sadness in his voice. Even though we have discussed it and he understands my reasons, he is still mourning our time apart. Another sign he cares for me. And yet now that they were together again, he was dancing around the very topic that neither of them could avoid forever.

I wonder if he will ever make a move, or if I will have to initiate everything. Merrin did not mind going for what she wanted, but for once she wanted him to initiate something. A hug, a handhold, a kiss, anything. Even now, even after that kiss, even after he had entrusted his life to her as she’d thrown him around the Sanctuary Temple, he kept a safe, respectable distance from her as they jogged to the Mantis.

She stopped, and he did as well.

“Cal, before we go to Koboh…are we going to talk about what happened earlier?”

He stiffened. “Do you mean Brother Armias—”

“I meant us, but if you wish to speak about him, then let me reiterate what Cere said: his death was not your fault.” 

“I know. It’s just one more person I couldn’t save.” He wouldn’t look her in the eye, and his fists clenched at his sides. BD-1 made a few concerned beeps as he clung to Cal’s shoulder.

“It was his time, and he died to help the Hidden Path. We must continue his legacy.” Once again Merrin was grateful for her upbringing as a Nightsister. To Nightsisters, death was just a part of life. It was sad to be sure, but she did not fear it or dread it. She knew she would join her sisters who had passed on before her. Cal on the other hand struggled to let go of a man he’d known for mere seconds before his death and was haunted by every single death he’d ever witnessed.

He is too compassionate for his own good. That will be his undoing. And yet it is one of the things I love about him.

She reached up and cupped his face. He flinched but made no move to remove her hand.

“Life has been very unkind to you, Cal Kestis,” she said softly. A man like him should not be fighting this war. And yet a man like him was exactly what the galaxy needed to fight off the shackles of the Empire.

“No more unkind to me than it has been to you,” was his gruff reply.

“And yet here we are. It’s like I told you before,” she said, gently stroking his cheek. “We are survivors.”

His lips parted and his hand twitched at his side, and for a split second she wondered if he would cup her cheek and kiss her. But then the moment passed and he just stared at her, his face a careful impassive mask as his hands remained limply at his sides. 

BD-1 made a few disappointed beeps.

“Come on, let’s go,” Merrin said. If she pushed Cal now, he might pull away from her forever. He’d already transgressed by letting her kiss him and they both knew it. She suspected he’d found the best loophole he could manage by letting her initiate everything. That way he could tell himself he hadn’t broken his rules while still getting to enjoy being close to her. That it was her fault and that she hadn’t broken any of her rules either, so no one was to blame for what happened between them, really. 

But the moment he initiated something, all his careful justifications would come crashing to the ground like those pots at the Sanctuary Temple he kept running into.

Merrin sighed. She could only hope he would find a way to reconcile his beliefs with their growing relationship.

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A/N: I was finally able to play Jedi: Survivor and was so happy to see Cal and Merrin's relationship developed further. I've been rooting for them to get together since Fallen Order, and the way Jedi: Survivor handled their romance was just so good. I especially loved the scene at the Sanctuary Temple where she uses her magic to throw him around and he entrusts her with his life. Such an iconic scene honestly and one of my favorites in the game.

Anyway, I wanted to delve into their thoughts/feelings during their romance arc more, and so this story is an exploration of that. It will be three chapters total, and I plan on posting a chapter a day until it's finished.

Thank you for reading!

#jedi survivor #merrical #cal kestis #merrin #cal #nightsister merrin #cal x merrin #cal/merrin #jedi survivor spoilers #star wars #phoenix writes #phoenix-downer #long post #canon compliant #romance #fluff #introspection #pining #mutual pining

[gumnut-logic]

31. Broken limb and dealers choice of character 😁

K2

The first thing that came to mind was a scene referred to in Six Point Five, so this is what resulted. Not long, but it is something :D

Thank you so much for asking ::hugs tight::

And thank you to the wonderful @onereyofstarlight for answering my call yet again and reading through my writing ::hugs you too::

It's short, whump, and Earth and Sky. Sorry to both Tracy bros. I hope you enjoy it.

-o-o-o-

“Hold still!”

“I’m trying!”

“Virgil-“

“You’re holding it wrong.”

Scott sighed. His heart was still beating in his ears. After watching Virgil slip over the edge, caught in a rockfall, his circulation system hadn’t yet recovered.

Or the rest of him, really.

So close.

Don’t think about it. Focus.

“Virgil! I’ve got it. You’re going to be okay.”

“Not if you don’t hold it correctly.”

This could easily have been an argument over fixing Two down in the hangars if it wasn’t for the gasp in his brother’s voice.

And the several thousand foot drop off to their left that could have brought so much to an end.

“Virgil, do you trust me?”

Even in the frostbitten air between them and the reflection off his helmet, Scott could see the honesty in his little brother’s eyes as he drew in an unsteady breath. “Of course.”

“Then trust me.”

And without further warning, he lifted his brother’s leg and set it.

The scream that came with it cut his heart to pieces. “It’s-it’s done.” He focussed on scanning and then further immobilizing the broken limb. At least now it was less fodder for a horror film.

His thoughts were interrupted by a roar as suddenly, on the far side of the valley, half a mountain of snow slid down onto the glacier below.

Goddamnit.

He found himself bodily covering his brother, hovering over him as if to protect him from the world collapsing.

Virgil hadn’t noticed. His eyes were screwed shut and he was panting, sweat beading on his brow.

God, he wished the man would take the pain medication when he was told to.

Scott hovered there a moment longer, as the valley below filled with an avalanche that could never reach them. For some reason he did not want to move back. Pushing all his weight onto one arm, he reached out and clasped Virgil’s shoulder. “You with me?”

Dark eyes opened, filled with pain. More an exhale than anything else, “Always.”

“Good.”

And with that, Scott shut down his emotions and got on with getting his brother off this damned mountain.

To think that Virgil had dragged him out on this ‘simple’ rescue to get him away from Dad’s desk.

Scott was ever so grateful he had come.

Firstly, rich and privileged idiots should not be allowed to climb a mountain like K2, or any mountain bigger than an anthill for that matter, without sufficient training and experience. The idiots who had them out today were poorly equipped and would have died come nightfall after having an argument with their guide and wandering off.

It was the guide who had called IR. His apologies were extensive and frustrated.

But he was right. Scott and Virgil had found them mired in deep snow and, despite their protests, completely lost.

They were damned lucky Virgil was there. Scott wanted to give them a piece of his mind, particularly when they initially refused to leave the mountain. It was only due to Virgil’s patience – that would likely at some point result in a violent painting or mess of a composition on the piano – and using the ‘fame’ element of flying a Thunderbird and coercing them into coming for a ride that got them moving.

Yet it was also Virgil’s kindness that had him fetching the woman’s pack. Or more likely, she put up so much of ruckus, Virgil preferred to shut her up rather than kill her on the way to New Delhi, no matter how short the journey.

That return to the snow led to Scott spinning just in time to see Virgil slide over the edge as the rockface gave way.

A call to John that had so little words but cried out for so much.

The rest was a blur of terror and fear as Scott scrambled down the mountain after his brother. He didn’t have his jetpack. They’d left One at home. It was supposed to be a quick rescue. A bit of brotherly time together.

But Scott was ever so grateful for the time they were given due to a snow-covered ledge that had caught his brother.

The alternative…

He was willing to thank any deity that watched over them.

A broken leg, bent in blatantly the wrong direction, halfway up K2.

“You held it wrong.” The words were little more than a gasp.

“It’s done.” Scott drew in a breath and fastened the last of the splint velcro. “Alan and Gordon will be here any moment and we’re getting you off this rock.”

Shifting the remains of Virgil’s right boot aside, he sat down next to Virgil and let out a breath. “You’re safe.”

A sigh and Virgil’s helmeted head dropped gently onto Scott’s shoulder.

As a familiar and beloved roar swelled at the other end of the valley, he draped his arm around his little brother’s shoulders.

“Safe.”

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #nuttyfic #earth and sky

[natashatrace]

For your prompt requests love - how about “Sorry, were you sleeping?” Hangster or Mavnix or Sereshace, whatever inspires! 💕

this is going to be part of a longer post-canon fic if i ever get around to writing the full thing, so if you see this again in the future, told ya so. until then!! pls enjoy this snippet of the mavnix 'verse i'd like to create. ❤️ the prompt is too good & i've been itching to write this scene.

//

“Can I ask you a favor?" Rooster asks, sighing over the phone line. "It's a dumb one."

Phoenix snorts, glancing back over her shoulder as she changes lanes on the highway. "Sounds like you, then. What's up?"

"I haven't heard much from Mav in a couple days," he says, clearing his throat. “Probably nothing, but I’m kinda – worried about him.”

Phoenix glances over at her phone where it's resting on the center console, fingers tightening reflexively around the steering wheel. "You are?" she asks. "Like, genuinely worried?"

“Like I said, it's dumb. You know how my head gets. But it's - he’s never been alone like this, Tash. Even when we were on the outs, he had Ice. He had the Navy. And I know he still has people, but now that he’s retired and Ice is gone, it’s – I just worry it’s different. I’m worried that he’s different."

Natasha hums, brushing her thumb over a worn spot in the leather of the steering wheel. "Send me his address. I'll pay him a visit. That's the favor you're askin' for, yeah?"

The way that Rooster exhales in relief is all the answer she needs.

//

She knocks twice at the door of the hangar. Has her arm raised to knock a third time when Maverick finally answers, confusion written on his features that quickly smooths when his eyes fall on her.

He's not exactly the same man Phoenix last remembers seeing on base a few weeks ago. There's a little less color to his skin, dark circles underneath his eyes, stubble that has to be a few days old grown out over his cheeks and down his neck. His hair's flattened to his forehead, the skin shiny with sweat, and there are pink, jagged lines pressed into his temple like he'd faceplanted into a pillow and hadn't moved for hours.

He squints against the sunlight, lifting a hand up over his eyes. "Phoenix?" he murmurs, voice rough. "What're you doing here? Didn't realize you were out this way."

"Sorry, were you sleeping?" she asks, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair. "I didn't mean..."

Without the shade from her glasses, she realizes Maverick's lips are a little chapped, like they've been too dry for hours. There's a paleness to his skin that's even harsher than she'd realized at first, and he's shivering.

"Mav, are you running a fever?"

Maverick shakes his head a little, smiling as best he can manage. "I'm alright. Probably just a cold."

"You don't get a fever from a cold," Phoenix counters, reaching out to feel the side of his neck before she can think better of it. The skin is hot against the backs of her fingers. "You're - Maverick, Jesus. Have you taken anything? How long have you been like this?"

He sighs, shoulders dropping. "S'a lot of questions, Lieutenant."

"It was only two," Phoenix replies, eyebrows lifting in amusement. "Rooster said you've gone quiet on him. Guessing that means you've been running a fever for a couple days, huh?"

"Tattletale," Maverick mutters petulantly.

Phoenix has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at how - well, how similar he sounds to a petulant Rooster.

"Yeah," he finally admits, scratching a hand over his cheek. "Yeah, a couple days. But I'm alright. It'll run its course soon enough."

"Doesn't mean you have to suffer in the meantime," Phoenix points out. "You taken anything?"

"Just some Tylenol this morning. Must've worn off by now."

"Okay, come on," Phoenix insists, pushing lightly at his chest. "Show me where it is."

Maverick tries to argue, but he still steps back. She's fairly certain it has more to do with the fever making his movements sluggish than actually wanting to accept the help, but still. A win is a win.

She slides between his body and the doorway the moment there's enough space, squinting against the darkness as her eyes adjust to the dim lighting in the hangar. When she turns back to Maverick, he's still standing by the door, his eyes glassier now as he swallows and rasps, "Phoenix, really, I'm fine. I appreciate you stopping by, but..."

"Mav," she cuts in, crossing her arms over her chest. "Being sick sucks. Being sick and being alone? That sucks worse."

Mav's jaw clicks, his eyes dropping to the ground. Quietly, he answers, "I'm not alone. I have people."

Natasha hears the echo of Rooster's voice in her head - I know he still has people - and wonders how many times Mav's used this exact phrase in their conversations.

Wonders if Maverick actually believes it.

"You do," she agrees, equally as quiet. "And since I'm one of those people, you're just gonna have to humor me."

Maverick's eyes lift to hers. She feels warmed through beneath the weight of his gaze.

"I'm already here, right?" she shrugs, twisting the ring on her pointer finger. "Might as well surrender. Tell me where your meds are."

When the corner of Maverick's mouth lifts, he nods a little, his eyes a little brighter. "Okay," he murmurs, pointing to the locker near the Airstream. "Top shelf in there. I'll grab a water from..."

"I've got it," Phoenix insists, pointing to the door of his Airstream. "Go get back in bed before you fall over and I have to drag you by the arm to that couch."

By the time she's found the meds and a couple bottles of water, she finds Maverick seated on the edge of the mattress in his trailer, hands curled over the edges like he's holding himself steady against the exhaustion he clearly feels.

"Here," she offers quietly, holding out the caplets in one hand and then handing him one of the water bottles. "Get some rest. I'll let Rooster know you're alright so he doesn't keep working himself up."

"Thank you," Maverick replies, taking a few more sips of the water. "Phoenix, you - don't feel like you have to stay."

Natasha just takes the water bottle back from him, setting it on the counter behind her with the second one. Squeezing Maverick's shoulder, she grins, "Don't worry about me. There's a plane out there for me to admire and I bet if I look hard enough, I'll find old pictures of Rooster to use for blackmail purposes."

Maverick laughs at that, that spark of mischief back in his eyes. "Bulletin board. M'sure you'll find plenty."

Natasha's grin widens, her grip on his shoulder tightening again for a moment before she pushes at him a bit. He goes willingly, rolling onto his side and tugging the blankets up to his shoulders, eyes already closed when he hits the pillow.

"Get some rest, Mav," she says again, keeping her footsteps light as she makes her way out of the trailer and back into the hangar.

to: rooster he's alright. definitely running a fever and probably has been for a couple days. i'm gonna stay for a little while. you can stop worrying. ❤️ from: rooster thanks. you're the best. to: rooster i know.

#mavnix #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #maverickphoenix #mywriting #userbells #userfrench #*tgmfic #*mavnixfic #reiverreturns

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 63

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,775ish

Summary: You help the Rebels destroy the Death Star.

Notes: Again, mixed feelings about the chapter. Would love how you guys feel about the events in it!

You stayed out in the forest once R2 and Luke left you, but you had moved closer so that you could watch everyone load the fighters. You were feeling lost and confused as you stood there. The wisp of darkness swirled inside of you. You could sense it and how much it wanted to take root in you. But you refused to let it, though you also weren’t doing anything to get rid of it.

“You’re not gearing up to fight?” Han questioned as he came toward you from the side.

You barely spared him a glance before focusing back on the scene in front of you. “It is no longer my fight,” you responded.

Han scoffed. “It’s not my fight, but it’s sure as hell yours.” You didn’t give him a response. He sighed. You could feel the tug-of-war inside of him. “I, uh, I’m sorry about the old man.”

“That old man was my husband, and he was the best of us.”

Han nodded. “I bet.” He glanced over at his ship, clearly thinking over something. “Chewie and I are getting ready to head out. You could come if you’d like.” 

You looked over at the Millennium Falcon. This could be your chance, to run away and never look back. It would be great, an actual fresh start. But you had made a promise to protect and watch over Luke and Leia.

“I can’t,” you said, looking away from the ship. “I made a promise. I have to protect Leia and Luke… I’m all they have left.”

Han was curious as to what you meant but didn’t push it. “Well, then, see you around kid.”

You rose an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “You know I’m older than you, right?”

He shrugged. “Does it matter?” He started walking backward, still keeping his eyes on you. “May the Force be with you, Y/N.”

You gave him a nod of goodbye before Han turned away and walked to his ship. Sighing, you looked back at the other ships in the hangar. Pilots and other crew members were rushing around, trying to prepare everything as fast as they could. Something inside of you began to pressure you into joining them. You hadn’t piloted anything in years, though you were sure it would be easy for you to pick up again. After seeing R2 and Luke load up, you went up to Leia.

“Do you have a free ship?” You asked.

Leia was surprised by your request. She figured that you were staying clear of the fight, as you had tried to stay clear of everyone since arriving at the base. 

“Uh, yes,” she responded. She pointed to one of the X-Wings across the hangar. “That one is free. What are you planning on doing?”

“Don’t know.” You headed toward it. “Call it, following my intuition.”

Leia sighed and muttered to herself, “that’s the Force, Auntie. The Force.” 

She watched as you got geared up, worried about you. You had changed in the ten years since she had last seen you, and it wasn’t necessarily for the better. It definitely didn’t help that you lost Obi-Wan today. A faint smile graced Leia’s lips as she remembered your and Obi-Wan’s wedding on the balcony on Alderaan. The smile quickly fell when she remembered that her home was no longer. She looked back at you and felt a strong impression: you were the Galaxy’s only hope and, right now, you were walking a fine line between the Light and Dark Sides. If you chose the Dark over the Light, the rebellion would be over and the Galaxy would be doomed forever.

Sighing, Leia met your eye. She shot you a small smile, which was reciprocated as you slipped a helmet on. You gave her a small salute, causing Leia to laugh lightly and do the same. She watched as you climbed into the fighter and checked the systems. Leia had never wished to have a stronger connection with the Force in her life thus far. But she had faith in you and that you wouldn’t let her down. 

~~~

“All wings report in,” Red Leader commanded.

“Red Ten standing by.”

“Red Seven standing by.”

“Red Three stand by.”

“Red Six standing by.”

“Red Nine standing by.”

“Red Two standing by.”

“Red Eleven standing by.”

“Red Five standing by,” Luke responded.

“Red One standing by,” you added, flying up to join the formation.

“Y/N?” Luke was clearly surprised you had decided to join the squadron. 

“Nice of you to join us, General,” Red Leader said. “Should we follow your lead?”

“No,” you replied. “The squad’s all yours, Red Leader. I’m just here for backup.”

“Thank you, General. Lock S-foils in attack position.”

The group of X-Wing fighters moved in formation toward the battle station—the Death Star. The wings of the fighters unfolded and locked in the ‘X’ position.

“We’re passing through their magnetic field,” Red Leader told the group. “Hold tight! Switch your deflectors on. Double front!”

The fighters moved in formation closer to the Death Star. The closer you got to the station, the more you felt your anger and sadness grow. You took a deep inhale, followed by a slow exhale. Your trembling hands gripped the controls tightly. You needed to get yourself together.

“Look at the size of that thing!” One of the men exclaimed.

“Cut the chatter, Red Two,” Red Leader reprimanded. “Accelerate to attack speed. This is it, boys!” You cleared your throat loud enough to be heard over the headset. “Sorry, General.”

“Red Leader, this is Gold Leader,” another man said over the headset.

“I copy, Gold Leader.”

“We’re starting for the target shaft now.”

“We’re in position. I’m going to cut across the axis and try and draw their fire.”

You stayed put as you watched fighters peel off and dive toward the surface of the Death Star. You watched as guns on the surface of the battle station moved to aim at the oncoming X-Wing fighters. Laser bolts streaked through the starry sky. Commotion flooded your headset, making it almost impossible for you to concentrate. You flipped the communication line so that you were on your own. You continued to watch as X-Wings followed through with their attack course. 

It wasn’t too long later before Imperial TIE fighters were coming. You let out a small gasp when you felt the familiar Force presence of Darth Vader in one of the Imperial fighters. The anger inside you quickly grew.

“Hello, sister,” the robotic voice filled your ears.

Your teeth ground together in anger. “You have no right to call me that, Vader,” you growled. “Anakin Skywalker was my brother… And you killed him.”

“I can sense the anger building inside of you. The Council would be disappointed to see that their precious Palawan’s light is flickering out.”

The anger inside you merely grew at his words. “There is no more Council. No more Jedi. You helped see to that.”

“Yes…” Vader’s Imperial fighter came around to be lined up with your fighter, allowing you both to face each other. “I do suppose that Kenobi was the last true Jedi and now that he is gone—“

“I will kill you!” Hot tears of anger fell freely down your cheeks. “I will kill you for what you’ve done and all that you’ve taken from me!” 

“You can try… or you could join me. Join me in the Dark Side and together we can destroy the Emperor and rule the Galaxy.”

“I will never join you! I will never join the Dark Side!”

“I am afraid, dear sister, that you are well on your way there.”

You yelled out a growl as you aimed and fired at Vader’s fighter. He quickly maneuvered away from the fire and flew down to deal with the other X-Wings trying to take down the Death Star. You were unable to get yourself to move to help them for far too long. Eventually, the Force pulled you from your own mind, reminding you that you needed to fight. You flipped back to the group's communication line. 

“Can you see Red Five?” Red Leader called to everyone over the comms.

“Red Five?” You repeated. That was Luke. “Luke!” There was no immediate answer. “Luke, answer!”

“There’s a TIE fighter on my tail!” Luke responded. “I can’t shake him!”

You maneuvered your fighter to start heading toward the surface where Luke was. “I see you. I’m coming in.”

You flew down and got behind the TIE fighter, easily shooting it down.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Luke said.

“Red Leader,” Gold Leader called. “We’re starting our attack run.”

“I copy, Gold Leader,” Red Leader replied. “Move into position.”

You kept your fighter near Luke’s as you went after some of the close-by TIE fighters. You felt that with each TIE fighter that when down, two of your ships did.

“Red Group, this is Red Leader,” you heard over the headset. “Rendezvous at mark six point one.”

“This is Red Two. Flying toward you.”

“Red Three, standing by.”

“Red Leader, this is Base One. Keep half of your group out of range for the next run.”

“Copy, Base One,” Red Leader replied. “Luke, take Red Two and Three. Hold up here and wait for my signal to start your run. General, you take out as many TIE fighters as you can as I take the rest of the squad toward the trench.”

“Copy, Red Leader,” you responded.

The X-Wings moved as ordered as you got to taking some TIE fighters out. You kept trying to find Vader’s fighter but it seemed that he was purposefully hiding from you.

“I’m in range,” Red Leader informed everyone. “Target’s coming up! Just hold them off for a few seconds.”

You were preoccupied with other TIE fighters that you didn’t see Vader and his wingmen zooming down the trench. Before you knew it Red Leader, Red Ten, and Red Twelve were down, leaving you in charge. Since you had missed the briefing, you had to rely on the Force for guidance on what to do next.

“Luke,” you called over the comms, “get set to make your attack run.”

“Alright, General,” Luke replied. You grimaced at the way that sounded coming from him. “Biggs, Wedge,” he called for his friends, “let’s close it up. We’re going in. We’re going in full throttle.”

“Right with you, boss,” Red Two, or Biggs, responded. “Luke, at that speed will you be able to pull out in time?”

“It’ll be just like Beggar’s Canyon back home.”

“He will be fine,” you added. “His father was the best pilot in the Galaxy. Red Two, Red Three, stay back far enough to cover Luke. I will continue to take out as many of the TIE fighters as I can.” You quickly got busy doing what you said you were going to, all while listening over the headset.

“Copy that, General,” Red Three, or Wedge, responded. “My scope shows the tower, but I can’t see the exhaust port! Are you sure the computer can hit it?”

“Watch yourself!” Luke warned. “Increase speed full throttle!”

“What about the tower?”

“You worry about those fighters! I’ll worry about the tower!”

“I’m hit! I can’t stay with you.”

“Get clear, Wedge. You can’t do any more good back there!”

“Sorry!”

“Just get out of there Red Three!” You ordered as you took out another TIE fighter.

“Hurry, Luke!” Biggs urged. “They’re coming in much faster this time. I can’t hold them! Hurry up, Luke!”

There was a sudden explosion and you looked out of your window to see that Biggs was gone. You could feel the sudden burst of grief from Luke.

“Luke,” you called, “you need to focus on the task at hand.”

~~~

Inside Luke’s cockpit, he nodded even though you couldn’t see him. He continued charging down the trench. He lined up the yellow cross-hair lines of the targeting device’s screen. Luke startles when he hears your voice at the same time as another.

“Use the Force, Luke.” / “Use the Force, Luke.”

It was your voice and Obi-Wan’s. Luke looked up before looking back at the targeting device, having second thoughts.

“You can do this, Luke.” / “Let go, Luke.”

There it happened again. A grim determination swept across Luke’s face as he closed his eyes and began to mumble Obi-Wan’s training to himself.

“Luke, trust me.” / “Luke, trust me.”

Luke’s hand reached for the control panel and pressed a button, moving the targeting device away.

“Luke, you switched off your targeting computer,” someone from the base came over the headset. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he responded. “I’m alright.”

“He’s got this Base,” you added.

Vader, coming behind Luke, shot laser fire at the X-Wing. A large burst of Vader’s laser fire engulfed R2. R2 made a high-pitched sound. Luke looked frantically back over his shoulder to see smoke billowing out of R2.

“I’ve lost R2!” Luke exclaimed.

~~~

“I’ve lost R2!” You heard Luke exclaim.

You ground your teeth together as you felt the anger surge up again. You knew that it was Vader who took out the little droid that was once so close to him. This just proved that Vader no longer had a heart. You used your anger to quickly take out most of the remaining TIE fighters. Before you could move down to the trench, the Millennium Flacon sped passed you and toward the trench. 

“Yahoo!” Han yelled over the comms.

Quickly, Han and Chewie took out the remaining TIE fighters. You had mixed feelings as you watched Vader’s ship spin out of control, heading into deep space.

“You’re all clear, kid,” Han said. “Now let’s blow this thing and go home!”

You watched with bated breath as Luke fires his laser torpedoes. They shoot toward the port and disappeared into the surface. You turned your ship around and raced out of range of the Death Star before it burst into a supernova-like explosion. 

“Great shot, kid!” Han congratulated. “That was one in a million.”

“Way to go, Luke,” you added with a proud smile. “Now let’s get out of here.”

~~~

You were quick to climb out of your starship and race toward Luke’s. Others were already gathering; laughing, cheering, and shouting.

“Luke!” You exclaimed before the two of you hugged.

“Luke! Y/N!” Leia shouted, rushing toward the two. She quickly joined the hug.

“Hey! Hey!” Han exclaimed as he raced toward the small group.

“I knew you’d come back!” Luke laughed as he and Han embraced, slapping each other on the back. “I just knew it!”

“Well, I wasn’t gonna let you get all the credit and take all the reward.”

“Hey, I knew there was more to you than money,” Leia teased as you and she joined the embrace.

Luke was laughing as he looked back toward the ship. “Oh, no,” he quickly turned solemn.

You turned to see a fried R2D2 being lowered from the ship. “R2!” You exclaimed, coming to kneel beside the droid.

“Oh, my! R2!” C3PO exclaimed, joining you at the little droid’s side. “Can you hear me? Say something!” He looked to the mechanic. “You can repair him, can’t you?”

“We’ll get to work on him right away,” the mechanic promised.

“You must repair him! Sir, if any of my circuits or gears will help, I’ll gladly donate them.”

“He’ll be alright,” Luke tried to comfort 3PO as he helped you back up to your feet. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You questioned.

“For your guidance. Both you and Ben.”

“Ben? What do you mean by that?”

“I heard his voice while I was up there. You were both guiding me.”

You hated how easily you became jealous by what Luke just told you. Not even phased, Luke turned to the others and, with arms around each other, they began to walk away. Han glanced back, realizing you weren’t with them.

“You coming, kid?” He questioned.

You slowly nodded. “I’ll be right there,” you answered.

A brief flash of concern—barely noticeable—went over Han’s eyes before he continued on with the others. You stayed still in your spot as the crowd followed the other heroes. 

Obi-Wan had spoken to Luke but not you? You had tried to reach out to him and yet you had received nothing. That, though, was all too common with you and the Force. It never gave you anything in return despite you having given the Force everything.

Clenching your hands into fists, your arms began to angrily shake. You clenched your eyes as a headache started forming. When you opened them again, they were a bright shade of gold.

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Mixed Messages

Boba x fem!reader, dominant!Boba, smut, developing relationship, fluff, sorta plotty, Din shows up for a few scenes

Translations

Mesh’la - beautiful

***

You were flustered. Boba wasn’t even supposed to be here. You had been relaxed, thinking you were going to have a boring, but stress-free, day.

He was taking his sweater off, chatting with Din. You knew this because you were watching their reflections rather than working. He shrugged about something, his muscles moving under his tee shirt. You sighed rather loudly. Too far away to hear, the two Mandalorians continued talking. You couldn’t refocus and get back to work. What was he doing here?

“How’s it going?” Peli asked. You looked down at the oily parts before you. You had promised to clean them. “Uh, it’s… fine…” you obviously lied. She crossed her arms, amused but feigning sternness, “Gotta fire you if you don’t pull your weight around here, kid. Just the way of things.”

“You don’t pay me…”

She laughed, slapping you on the shoulder. Walking off, she called over her shoulder, “Stop staring at that Mandalorian and get back to work, boy crazy.”

You got hot, your ears buzzing. Had they heard? You nervously looked at their reflections again. They were still speaking casually. Boba was leaning against some crates. You sighed again.

Finally turning back to your task, you sighed a third time. Shit. If Peli had noticed, who else had? Your hands started to work, absentmindedly scrubbing the gritty parts. You thought about reasons Boba could be here. He was daimyo, what was he doing at Peli’s hangar midday… and dressed down?

“Hi. Need some help?”

You froze, gulping. Boba. You tried to casually turn towards him. But his gravelly voice had you flustered already. “Mmuhmmyeah,” you mumbled. He nodded and sat down next to you.

Grabbing a spare pair of gloves, he took some greasy parts and dipped them in the solvent. Scrubbing along with you, he said briskly, “What’re you doing for lunch today? Din and I are going to the Sanctuary. You should come.”

Before you could fully process, you had shrugged and agreed, “Kay.” Dammit. Garsa’s face popped up in your mind. You tried to stuff it down. You didn’t like her. Mostly because she had the gall to kiss Boba on the cheek every time he was helmet-less. You sighed. It was really all because she had the courage and social grace to, and you did not.

“How come you’re sighing so much?”

Alarmed, you tried to brush it off, “Tired.”

“Someone keeping you up?” His tone was teasing.

“Uh… no.” You fiddled with your washcloth.

He huffed softly, “Should be.”

“Ready?” Din had materialized out of nowhere.

“Yup,” Boba stood, stripping the gloves from his hands. You copied him, then reached for your hoodie. Pulling it over your head, you headed off to lunch with the two warriors.

***

You sat across from Boba and Din in a nice booth. It was a good location in the cantina, and you would have been enjoying yourself if you weren’t so in your feelings. Garsa had of course welcomed Boba with a kiss. He took it in stride while you tried not to sneer in frustration. She hovered around the table, saying flirty things to Boba while ordering for the entire table. Finally she flitted off to welcome another important guest. Din quietly commented, “Glad she’s gone.”

You smiled despite your attempt to be neutral.

“She’s nice,” Boba commented, sipping a drink she had handed to him. Your smile turned upside down.

“You like her though?” Din pressed.

“I mean, she’s fine… what do you mean?” Boba turned to his shiny friend. Din clinked a glass to his helmet, awkwardly getting the straw under his helmet. After a dramatic sip, he said, “You like it when she kisses you though?”

“Her standard greeting for me… could use improvement,” Boba shrugged, unbothered. You tried to calculate what that meant.

“Anyway, the food here is good and she comps it so…”

Din laughed, “You’re the Daiymo, dude. What do you expect?”

Boba grinned, “Well, maybe I like to feel special sometimes.” He lightly punched Din’s arm. Your heart sank. The appetizers arrived. Beautifully plated, they annoyed you. Stupid Garsa.

Din nodded at the food, “Go ahead, I’m waiting for my soup.”

You dug in with Boba, who started to elbow Din. “See. Good.”

Din poked a plate, “What do you think?” He tilted his helmet at you.

You didn’t want to respond like a brat, but you couldn’t help it. “Overwrought.”

Boba laughed. Despite yourself you smiled. “It is good though…” you mumbled reluctantly. Din’s soup came. He started to slurp it down.

“See, he likes the food here too,” Boba winked at you. Flustered, you got food on your hoodie. Boba threw a napkin at you. Embarrassed, you cleaned up while Din engaged Boba in a debate about the decor. You focused on eating while listening to their good natured banter.

Eventually dessert came. Boba’s had little hearts in chocolate syrup on it. “Okay, that isoverwrought,” Boba admitted, smearing a heart with his spoon. Your stomach flip flopped.

“How is it?” Boba was shoving his spoon in your face. You tasted the ice cream. It was delightful. “It’s alright,” you sulked.

Boba smiled, then gave you an indecipherable look as he taste tested.  Din complained, “What about meeee?”

Boba turned to him, “I’m only sharing with hot people right now, sorry.”

Din scoffed as you tried to hide a wide smile. Boba offered you another spoonful. You accepted it happily. Garsa sauntered up as you were licking your lips. “Boba, darling, how is everything?”

You decided to ignore her and do something risky. You gently found Boba’s boot under the table. As he and Garsa were chatting, you nudged it slightly with your foot. You glanced over at Din. He was suspiciously minding his own business, helmet tilted away. Boba didn’t bat an eye, but he nudged you back. Unaware, Garsa sat on the edge of the table, her back to you as she chit chatted away.

You and Boba engaged in footsie. “Maybe I could invite you to a one on one dinner sometime… to discuss our continued arrangement.” Garsa made it seem illicit. Boba shrugged, “Usually I have my business partner along.”

“The strong and silent Din?” She presumed.

Boba frowned, “Fennec.”

“Oh.”  She shrugged, and after a second recovered, “Would be lovely to have some more feminine energy around.”

Boba trapped your foot between his. “I guess we could make some time for that… we do have busy schedules,” he commented noncommittally. Garsa continued to tempt him while he rubbed your foot between his. You smiled to yourself and gradually pulled his ice cream dish across the table. Taking a bite, you offered some to Din, “It’s melting; slurp it with your straw.” He shrugged, “Naw, I was just kidding before… I’m watching my figure.”

Boba turned to Din, “What’d you say?”

“Nuthin.” Din was unmoving.

Boba side eyed Din, “Do you need some affirmations on your physical appearance? You’re still the shiniest MF I know…”

You and Din laughed while Garsa looked jilted. Boba tsked at you, “Thief.”

You smiled, pleased with his attention. Garsa jumped in with a flirty comment aimed at both men. You kept smiling. Boba was still playing footsie with you.

***

“You wanna go to lunch at the Palace today? Boba’s got a spare 30 minutes to eat,” Din shifted his weight from one foot to the other. You had looked up from your laboring. “Hummm… sure,” you played it cool. Din nodded, “Ok, well we’re leaving in 5 minutes… meet me at front?” You nodded, turning back to your work.

Hopping onto the back of Din’s speeder, you started to question why he had been at Peli’s hangar. His ship was now at Boba’s Palace, maintenance being complete. You resolved to ask him once you arrived. But he made himself scarce upon arrival. He had led you to a landing with as nice view of the desert as one could get. When you turned to speak to him, he was gone.

Confused, you settled into one of the plush seats. A droid appeared, whisper quiet. It placed flat water and some sliced fruit in the middle of the table. Shrugging to yourself, you made yourself a plate and munched happily. Something made you feel strange, so you turned around. Boba was there his armor, helmet in his hands.

“Hi,” he said simply.

Flustered, you mumbled, “Hey…”

Unbothered, he settled into the seat next to you. Adjusting a cushion, he asked casually, “Surf or turf?”

“Why not both; you are Daimyo,” you teased lightly.

He smiled, then motioned to a droid to whom he gave instructions. When it was headed to the kitchens, he turned back to you, “So, what’s up?”

You shrugged, “I mean… nothing really. Like what? Nothing exciting or interesting.”

“How is working for Peli?” He licked some fruit juice off his fingers.

“Really I work at Peli’s…” you didn’t want to get into it. “Where is everyone else?”

“Dunno. It’s just us for lunch today… is that okay?”

“Of course; I like you,” you tried to say congenially. Boba raised an eyebrow at you as he sipped his water. Getting hot, you turned to the desert. “Anyways, how’s the Daimyo’s day going?”

“This is the highlight so far,” Boba’s voice was softer than normal.

You laughed, “Didn’t know you were such a foodie.”

“Hmm, after living as a bounty hunter and also eating Tusken food for a time, I can say I enjoy a good meal. But that’s not what I meant.” His foot nudged yours.

“Uh… the scenery?” You scooted your foot towards his.

Smiling slightly, he leaned into your space, “…sort of. But the closeup view, not the far away one.”

“The floral arrangement on our table is quite nice,” your foot nudged his ankle.

Boba leaned in further. “Hmmm, you think you’re being funny?”

You tried to hide your grin, “Wha? What’re you talking about?”

You felt a hand grabbing your knee. “Keep talking; I don’t mind you being so ‘funny,’ as long as I have your attention.”

Giggling despite yourself, you continued, “You really think I’m funny? That’s nice…”

“Hmm... mhmm…,” he pulled you forward in your seat by your knee.

Inhaling in surprise, your eyelids fluttered as you gripped the pillow in your lap. Before you could say anything, you felt warm lips on yours. Unconsciously, you leaned forward, your chair tipping. Boba caught you as it flipped over, snatching you up into his lap.

“Babe, be careful…” his arms slid around your waist, lightly hugging you to him. You leaned into him further, your faces nearly touching. He brought one hand up to cup your cheek as he closed the final distance again. The kiss was sweet and slow. It made your heart nearly beat out of your chest. Your mind swirled as he gradually tightened his grip on you. Finally you gave in to the moment and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

The droid coughed electronically, having returned with both surf and turf, among other offerings. You blinked innocently at it. Boba motioned for it to continue. It placed your meal on the table and retreated. Boba touched your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Hungry?” His voice was quiet. You slid your arms around his neck again. Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his. He reciprocated, pulling you against his armor.

The kiss was hot suddenly. You felt Boba shifting your body until you were straddling his lap. Forgetting about everything else, you pulled away and pulled your shirt over your head. Boba’s eyes slid down your body as his hands slowly slid up to cup your tits. You felt his cock getting hard, pressed against your upper thigh. You shifted your hips so it was rubbing into your pussy. It was electric. You rocked your hips a few times, the sensation sending sparks along your spine. Boba’s head leaned backwards slightly as he groaned.

“You’re putting me in quite the situation here,” he strained, his voice low and rough. “I want to be a gentleman, but you’re acting so bad I’m having… ungentlemanly thoughts.” His hands squeezed your tits.

You put your hands on the back of the chair. Gripping it hard, you bounced and ground down on him. He rubbed his thumbs over your nipples as he closed his eyes, breathing hard and cock growing enticingly hard. Your hands went to his pants.

“Be careful what you’re getting yourself into…” he started, but you had already completed your mission. His cock twitched in your hands as he grumbled something about you being very bad. “Show me what bad girls get,” you cooed, pumping him. “Ohfuck,” he ground out. “You’re so terrible,” he mumbled, hands going to your hips. He stood and flipped you easily so that your palms were on the table in front of you. A hand slid up your spine to you head. Pushing your head down into the table, Boba kicked your feet wider apart.

“You wanna see what brats get, hm? You wanna see how they get treated?” his hands gripped your asscheeks harshly.

“Let’s see if you can handle me,” you teased, nearly breathless with anticipation. Boba laughed softly, darkly. His hands firmly gripped your hips. “You wanna see if your cunt can handle me?” He pulled your pants down just enough and thrust his cock between your legs. Starting to stroke your folds, he found your wet entrance and stopped just short of entering you.

“What a bad girl, so wet for me… I thought you were a good girl, mesh’la,” Boba cooed darkly. His fingers dug into your skin. You pushed back onto him, making him groan. “So bad,” he said thickly, sliding in the rest of the way. Gripping your hips, he jackhammered into your hot pussy, making your legs shake and your eyes rolls back.

The pace was hot and hard, with Boba praising you for being nasty. He kept one hand firmly on your ass and slid the other one between your legs. Finding your clit, he drove you crazy with his rough fingers. “What’d you say, love?” You had been mumbling, pleading for more. He commanded you, “Say my name louder; I want everyone to know I’m fucking you.” You complied, moaning his name with abandon as he continued to rut into you.

The heat in your pussy suddenly burst and boiled over. You moaned throatily, eyes rolling back in your head. “Mmm, good girl, mesh’la,” he purred as you whimpered and came on him. He grabbed one of your tits and stroked you a few more times before pulling out.

Grabbing you up, Boba sat back down in his chair and hugged you to himself. You were instantly flooded with warm feelings. He kissed the side of your head tenderly. After a moment, he said, “I guess we should eat lunch…”

You laughed. “Now that we’ve worked up an appetite,” you said with a knowing, coy smile. He kissed the smile off your face, filling your heart with warmth again.

“Mmm, definitely,” he purred as he broke the kiss gently. However, neither of you moved. It was too good a moment to end.

“Maybe we can just enjoy the scenery for a second,” Boba suggested. “‘Kay,” you agreed, laying your head on his shoulder.

It ended up being a very long lunch.

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New Solar Opposites Episode #5: “The Kids Get Taken” (by @avaveevo)

It starts with Korvo and Terry sleeping until Lili starts crying

Korvo: *moans* Oh there there Lili. Daddy is here. *hops out of bed*

Korvo walks up to Lili's crib and picks her up

Korvo: Shh… shh

Then, Korvo starts singing a lullaby to Lili.

[KORVO]

Little sproutling, you are safe.

There is no to be afraid.

I am here right here in the night.

Don’t fear because I am here.

Little sproutling, it’s okay.

I will never go sailing away from you…

Lili coos and falls asleep

Korvo: Oh my sweet little sprout… *kisses Lili on the forehead and puts her back in her crib*

Terry: *yawns* I really love that lullaby you sang to our baby.

Korvo: Well, Janiz used to sing it to me when I couldn't sleep. I find it calming.

Terry: Aw, that was when you were sproutling too huh? Aw, lil baby Korvy…

Korvo blushes as he smiles

Korvo: Oh Terry…

Terry pulls Korvo into a kiss

Terry: Come here!

The two husbands kiss as they moan lovingly. Terry unbuttons Korvo's nightgown

Korvo: *giggles in infatuation* Terry…

Terry: Wanna feel beautiful?

Korvo: Oh yes… take me away!

Terry pins Korvo on the bed as they kiss

Korvo: Oh Terry… oh… *moans lovingly*

Terry: Get ready! *turns Korvo over* I saw this on Starz.

Korvo: *cries out lovingly* What the fuck… *moans lovingly*

The next morning, Evil Terry is sharpening his knife

Evil Terry: *sighs* Much better. Wonder how other me and those kids are doing?

Then, Korvo walk out of the kitchen while carrying Lili in a baby hangar, to find Terry and the kids painting another mural on the ceiling, but this time Korvo is amazed. *like the Gargoyle Ray Episode*

Korvo: Terry, are you painting another mural again?

Terry: Yeah. I know you're mad but-

Korvo: Oh no. I think it’s actually very creative and-

Jesse: *gets red paint splatted in her face by Yumyulack* Hey! Yumyulack! You got fucking paint in my face!

Yumyulack: *sprays red paint out with a paint gun* Choke on this Jesse!

Then, Sonya sprays aquamarine paint on Yumyulack who yelps.

Yumyulack: *screams in rage* Sonya! You little bitch! I’m gonna kill you!

Sonya: *sprays on Yumyulack; playfully* Make me!

Sonya accidently hits Korvo.

Korvo: Whoa! *smiling* you really got me there honey.

Sonya: Oops. Sorry Korvo.

Janiz and Kimber comes in and shock by the mess the kids are making as Terry join in on the paint fight.

Janiz: Oh my goodness. What a mess.

The family stops fighting.

Terry: Sorry. We were just having a paint fight.

Kimber laughs

Korvo: *chuckles* Okay, now you made me brought at the big guns for this art fight. *brings out the gargoyle ray* bring it on you motherfuckers!

Terry: *playfully* Bring it on, you beautiful smartass!

Janiz gasps.

Janiz: Wait wait! This is wrong… *gets out a mega paint gun* Ain’t fun without a huge amount of paint!

Yumyulack: Oh yeah!

The family starting playfully art fighting again as Korvo began have fun while holding Lili carefully. However, some of the blast of the gargoyle ray starts hitting at the house of the Solars’ mean-spirit neighbor Colleen.

Korvo: Oh shit.

Despite this, the family resume doing paint fighting again. The scene cuts to Colleen screaming in rage.

Colleen: Ugh! Not again! These neighbors are driving me crazy! Now they’re turning everything into gargoyles! The dog, now a gargoyle! The Mona Lisa, gargoyle! The phone, Gargoyle! That does it! I am calling Child Protective Services!

A few hours later, the family is exhausted

Korvo: Man, that was sweet-ass paint fight. I even love the mural you made. What is this time?

Terry: Mona Pupa.

Jesse giggles. The family look up at the mural of Pupa as Mona Lisa. Korvo sighs lovingly at Terry as he began to feel grateful into having Terry in his life.

Korvo: Terry-bear?

Terry: Yes?

Korvo: I love you so much...

Terry: *smiling* I love you too Korvy…

Korvo and Terry are about to kiss but... then, the family heard on a knock on the door, which caused the Solars to turn into their human forms. Human Kimber opens the door.

Human Kimber: Yes?

Suddenly, Child Protective Services bust through the house while one of them shoves Human Kimber.

Human Kimber: Hey!

Child Protective Service Officer: Everyone, freeze! Child Protection Services! We got an ominous tip that someone had been turning children into gargoyles in this house!

Human Korvo: What?! No! We weren't-

The Protective Service Officers look at the grown ups and then at the kids, as they realize Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Human Pupa, Sonya and Human Lili are the children.

Child Protection Service Officer: Ah-ha! These three teenagers, toddler and baby must be the children.

Human Yumyulack: Yeah. What's it to ya?

Child Protection Service Officer: You children are coming with us!

Human Korvo: What?! The hell they aren’t!

Human Terry: Yeah! You can’t take our kids away from us!

A Child Protection Service officer grabs Human Jesse's arm.

Human Jesse: *screams* Terry! Korvo! Help!

Human Terry gasps and grabs onto Human Jesse's other arm.

Human Terry: No! My baby! Don’t take my baby!

Child Protection Service Officer: Sir, I order you to let her go!

Human Terry: My baby!

Human Terry breaks down into tears as Human Korvo comforts him.

Human Yumyulack and Sonya: *gets grabbed by Child Protection Services* Aaah! Hey! Let us go you monsters! You motherfuckers! Fucking let us go! Korvo, Terry, help!

Human Pupa: *gets grabbed by one of the CPS officers; screams* Korvo! Terry! Help!

Human Korvo: Don't worry! We'll find a way to save you!

Then, the CPS Officer takes Human Lili away from Human Korvo as she starts crying.

Human Korvo: No! Lili!

The kids starts panicking and screaming as the CPS shoved them into the CPS as the adults watch in horror and distraught. As the CPS drive away Human Terry has a panic attack as he turns back into his Shlorpian form.

Terry: *panicking* Oh my God! My baby! My babygirl! Our babies! Those fuckers took our babies away from us!

Human Korvo gasps and turns back into his Shlorpian form as he comforts Terry

Korvo: Don’t worry Terry, we’ll find a way to rescue our kids.

Korvo has an idea.

Korvo: Okay. Janiz, Kimber, Evil Terry, get the AIs and meet me and Terry in our new family bus! We got a rescue mission to save our kids!

Human Evil Terry: Got it!

Korvo and Terry into their human forms as they go papa wolf.

Human Terry: Child Protective Services...YOU MET YOUR FUCKING MATCH!

Human Korvo: Come on Terry, we got five little sprouts to save!

Human Terry: Right! *kisses Korvo on the neck*

Human Korvo moans lovingly. Then, the scene cuts to the CPS with the Wingstop. Human Jesse is sobbing.

Sonya: Aw, don’t worry Jesse. Our daddies, Auntie Janiz, Kimber, Evil Terry and our AIs will come rescue us.

Human Jesse: *sniffles* I hope so...

Human Yumyulack: *stress eating chicken wings* Oh man, I am freaking out so much that I am stress eating those wings from Wingstop!

Sonya sighs.

Human Pupa: *comforting human Lili* There there Lili. Pupa’s here.

Human Lili: *cries*

Human Yumyulack: Aw, don’t cry Lili. *picks up Lili and soothes her* It’s gonna be okay. Our daddies will come save us.

The Replicants, Pupa and Lili then turns back into their aliens forms. Unknown to them, the CPS Officers saw the whole thing on camera.

Child Protective Services Officer: What?! They can shapeshift?!

CPS Officer #2: Did you see what those three kids and baby just did? I think we might finally have the right ones for Project Dark Brilliance. *calls someone; whispering* My Little Pony Omega Code 3. *hangs up phone* Franklin, get them ready for transport!

Meanwhile with the adults

Human AISHA: Okay. We’re tracking them down right now! I can see the five dots moving. Those must be the kids. They’re heading somewhere else now away from the CPS and Wingstop!

Human Terry: Where's that?

Human EVA: They’re heading to… Javier’s Scool and Secret Government Where We Do Things to Kids?!

Human Korvo gasps and then something in him snaps.

Human Korvo: THEY’RE GONNA EXPERIMENT ON MY KIDS?!

Human Korvo steps on the pedal, causing the bus to speed up. Human Terry then looks at the location and gasp as he remembers the place from the “Gargoyle Ray” episode.

Human Terry: Oh my God! I’ve been there before! Remember when Korvo and I got taken away by CPS?! I went to that place where I was saved by some doctor lady! I don’t know who she is but she thought I was a kid.

Human Evil Terry then remembers who the doctor woman is

Human Evil Terry: Wait? You met her once?

Human Terry: Yeah. Why do you ask?

Human Evil Terry: I think… I’ve seen her before…

Human Korvo: How do you know?

Human Evil Terry: I know her name. Dr. Weatherstone.

Human Terry and Human Korvo gasp

Human Terry: Wait?! You met her too?! How?!

A flashback plays of Human Evil Terry blushing when he looks at Dr. Weatherstone.

Human Evil Terry: Hmm?

The flashback ends

Human Evil Terry: To be honest, she seems so nice and… *blushing while sighing lovingly* and kinda cute.

Human Terry: Oooh! Someone's in love.

Human Evil Terry gasp and blushes while smiling.

Human Evil Terry: Yeah. I guess I am...

Human Terry: Aw I’m so happy for you. I mean love is pretty complicated but hey! I got it from my Korvy. Who is the most sweetest…

Human Terry’s voice muffles as Human Korvo looks at him lovingly.

[KORVO]

When I was five, I fell in love It didn't last

He ran from me

Literally ran from me

And being Kenyan

He ran fast

When I was ten, in love again

This peace corps guy I waited hours

Inside his tent with flowers

Which made him laugh

Which made me cry

By 13, I gave up trying I decided I would be a mathematician

'Cause math is real I memorized a lot of pi

Because additions, and subtractions, and division

Would never make me feel so stupid with love

Like I didn't get it I didn't get it, somehow

Smart with math, but stupid with love

I didn't get it I didn't get it 'til now

Do you have an eraser? I would love to

So thank you, math, for being there

To bring me joy

And thank you, math

'Cause now brought me this cute boy!

Is it two? Yes!

He's like someone from TV

He's like that guy who give out roses to those women

His clothes, his grooming

And he's a foot away from me

With swoopy hair and shiny eyes that I could swim in

He is live and in the room!

And I'm stupid with love I wanna get it I wanna to get it, but how? Smart with math, but stupid with love

I wanna get it

I didn't get it 'til now

Two over zero is undefined (two over zero is undefined)

Jinx Ha!

I'm astounded and non-plussed I am filled with calculust

Does this guy work out?

He must All sweaty at the gym

Could that image be more hot? Let me just enjoy that thought

School was rough but now, it's not

'Cause now there's him

It's all so simple

Stupid with love

But I can get it

Watch this Shlorpian self-educate

I learned math so I can learn love

You wanna bet it?

That I can get it?

Just wait

Just wait

Just wait!

Human Korvo: Oh Terry!

Human Korvo jumps into Human Terry's arms and laughs

Human Terry: Whoa! *gets pulled in for a French kiss as the two husbands moan lovingly*

Human Janiz smiles. The scene then cuts to Javier’s School and Secret Government Where We Do Things to Kids?! where Dr. Weatherstone is checking on the recruits until she saw the Replicants, Pupa and Lili shapeshift back into their alien forms while her boss comes in.

Javier: Dr. Weatherstone, how are the new recruits!

Dr. Weatherstone: They're doing alright. And their shapeshifting powers are phenomenal!

Javier: What?! *sees the Replicants, Pupa and Lili* Those four out of those five children must be perfect! We must prep for surgery immediately!

Dr. Weatherstone: But sir, this is wrong.

Javier: Enough of this Weatherstone! You already failed last time with one of them last year, but this time it’s personal! Evil shit is finally going down!

Dr. Weatherstone: But sir-

Javier laughs evilly as he left. Dr. Weatherstone then makes a drastic decision.

Dr. Weatherstone: Oh my God… this isn’t right. I gotta help those five innocent angels! *hears a doorbell* Oh yeah taco salad, come to mama!

Meanwhile with the adults, they’ve finally arrived at the secret lab. Human Evil Terry gets out his knife and opens the hatch. The adults break in as they search everywhere for help.

Human Terry: HELP! *starts tearing up* PLEASE HELP!

Human Korvo: Hey hey! Easy Terry! What’s wrong?!

Human Terry: I'm looking for help!

Human Janiz: Well, these people can’t be trusted! Why do you want help now?!

Dr. Weatherstone suddenly appears

Dr. Weatherstone: What the hell?! Hey, you guys aren’t allowed in here! What’s going on?!

Human Terry: Hey! Nice to see you again!

Dr. Weatherstone: What the fuck?! Have we met?!

The adults look at each other and nod before turning into their Shlorpian forms

Terry: Now you remember me?!

Dr. Weatherstone gasps

Dr. Weatherstone: Wait a minute, I know you. You’re that adult that I thought was a kid.

Terry: Yep.

Evil Terry blushes upon seeing Dr. Weatherstone

Evil Terry: Hey good looking.

Dr. Weatherstone: Hey, it's you. *blushes* Good to see you again...

Evil Terry: That’s right. Glad you’re not freaked out by my true appearance.

Dr. Weatherstone smiles as Evil Terry puts a hand on her cheek.

Evil Terry: *seductively* Mmm, tell you what. Those glasses are pretty fetching to me.

Dr. Weatherstone gets flustered

Dr. Weatherstone: *blushes* Oh wow. No one has ever told me that. Thank you. But then again, what are you all doing here?

Korvo: We're here for our kids.

Terry: Those monsters are gonna experiment on our babies!

Dr. Weatherstone gasps

Dr. Weatherstone: What?!

The adults rushed in the room where Dr. Weatherstone plays the last footage of the kids when they arrived here.

Dr. Weatherstone: *points to the Replicants, Pupa, Sonya and Lili* These five are your kids?!

Terry: Yeah, that's them!

Korvo: Those are our two sons and three daughters!

The adults rush to save the kids.

Korvo: Hang on kids! Daddy’s coming!

Meanwhile with the kids...

Jesse: Um guys, don’t you get the feeling this whole school is shady?

Yumyulack: Yeah...

Sonya: I know. Plus, I don’t think this Javier guy is very nice. He seems a bit suspicious don’t you think.

Jesse: Yeah. Better turn back into our human forms before he comes back.

The kids turn into their human forms. Suddenly... Javier came in and traps the kids with kid-size claws, except for human Lili.

Human Yumyulack: What the fuck is happening now?!

Human Lili: *cries*

Javier: Got you kids now! Time to commence Project Dark Brilliance!

Suddenly Javier is knocked out by Human MAX

Javier: Ugh! What the fuck?!

The human adults arrive as the kids gasp in joy

Human Yumyulack: Korvo!

Human Jesse and Human Pupa: Terry!

Sonya: Auntie Janiz and Kimber!

Human AISHA: Don’t forget about us!

Human Korvo picks up Human Lili

Human Lili: *cries but then calms down upon seeing her daddy and babbles in joy*

Human Korvo: Hey, Lili...

Human Lili hugs her daddy’s face while the kids run over and hugs their dads, aunts, AIs and parental substitutes.

Human Kimber: Are you kids okay?

Human Jesse: *crying as she hugs Human Terry* Oh we miss you guys so much!

Human Terry: I know you did, baby. I know...

Human Yumyulack: *hugging Human Korvo while weeping* We thought we never see you guys again…

Human Korvo comforts his son.

Human Korvo: *softly rubbing Human Yumyulack’s back* Shh.. it’s okay my little sprout… daddy’s here.

Human Pupa: Auntie!

Human Pupa starts crying as he embraces Human Janiz who laughs and comforts Human Pupa. Dr. Weatherstone smiles.

Dr. Weatherstone: You guys really are great parents.

Human Terry: Yeah, we know...

Javier gets up as he growls as the family.

Javier: What the fuck are you doing?! You sick sci-fi pricks are ruining everything!

Human Jesse: Uh oh.

Javier: Dr. Weatherstone! I just happened to be here for the Project Dark Brilliance, and this is what I see when we adjourn? My assistant associating with confused, insignificant sci-fi lowlifes? Socializing with their kind is not how you move up in this secret lab! Come, Dr. Weatherstone!

Dr. Weatherstone: *finally putting her foot down* No sir!

Javier: Excuse me?

Dr. Weatherstone: You've spent your life acting like a monster and raised me to follow in your footsteps! At first I thought this was fine, but then I finally realized I wanted something you don't have – a family!

Javier: That's enough, Dr. Weatherstone! Step away from those monsters!

Dr. Weatherstone: These are the Solar Opposites, and they are my friends! You need to stop calling them such mean and fucking disgusting names! They are working harder to fit in than anyone I've ever seen! And they will get them exactly when they discover their true selves, which I guarantee will be amazing! Now, will you please leave those kids alone?!

Javier is shocked by Dr. Weatherstone putting her foot down

Javier: What?! After all we’ve work so hard on?!

Dr. Weatherstone: Yeah.

Javier: *snapping* Why you little…

Human Korvo kicks Javier in the face.

Human Korvo: That’s for trying to dissect my kids, you fucker!

The Solars leave with Dr. Weatherstone following them

Dr. Weatherstone: *to Javier* Oh and by the way… I quit!

Human Evil Terry smiles. Dr. Weatherstone slammed the door shut as she and the Solars run to their bus. During the drive home, Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone look at each other and blush as romantic music plays

Evil Terry: I have to admit. You were pretty brave.

Dr. Weatherstone smiles and removes her hair tie.

Dr. Weatherstone: *giggles while blushing* Thanks.

Evil Terry blushes because Dr. Weatherstone is beautiful with her hair down

Evil Terry: You look very pretty with that hair down. You even have a cute smile.

Dr. Weatherstone blushes and leans in and kisses Evil Terry on the cheek

Dr. Weatherstone: Thank you… for helping me stand up for myself and for you guys too…

Evil Terry smiles and surprises Dr. Weatherstone by kissing her on the lips. The two started to main lovingly as they continue to kiss while the kids look away and cover their eyes in disgust.

Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa and Sonya: Eew. Gross. Come on, boo! Yucky! Aw guys, right now?! Yuck! Blegh!

Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone stop kissing and blush

Evil Terry: Wow. Best kiss ever.

Dr. Weatherstone: Did you enjoy it?

Evil Terry nods and chuckles.

Evil Terry: Yes I did.

The couple kisses again as Terry smiles.

Terry: *to himself* Glad he is really happy… *then looks at Korvo lovingly* just like I am..

Korvo blushes and smiles.

Korvo: Aw thanks honey. *kisses Terry on the lips*

The Solars arrive home and Evil Terry carries Dr. Weatherstone to the bedroom

Evil Terry: *seductively* Say, you wanna have some fun, sugar?

Dr. Weatherstone: *giggles* You know it.

Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone take off their clothes as they makeout and starts to have sex for the first time as they moan lovingly while Evil Terry dominates Dr. Weatherstone.

Dr. Weatherstone: *moans* Ooooh! That feels so good! Yes!

Evil Terry: *moans* Oooh! Watch out! I seen this on Starz!

Dr. Weatherstone: Oh, what the fuck... *moans*

Evil Terry: Oh baby! *moans* you make me feel sooo hot and goooood

Evil Terry plays with Dr. Weatherstone's boobs

Dr. Weatherstone: Oh baby! *moans lovingly* keep doing that thing! Ooooh!

Meanwhile with the others, the kids are hugging their dads because they are happy to be back home.

Jesse: We're glad everything's back to normal. *hears Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone having sex and groans in disgust*

Terry: I’m so happy our five little rascals are home safe and sound!

Yumyulack: Thanks guys.

Lili: *coos*

Korvo: Oh we missed you too Lili. *tickles Lili chin as she giggles*

Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone come down the stairs

Evil Terry: So, how are you kids feeling? Pretty sleepy after long day?

The kids nod tiredly

Yumyulack: Yeah. *yawns* Today's been crazy...

Jesse, Sonya and Pupa: *tiredly* Yeah…

Later, Korvo tucks the children into bed and closes the door.

Korvo: I am so happy our children are back home, safe and sound.

Terry: Me too.

Korvo: *yawns* Shall we head to our bedroom, my darling Terry-bear?

Terry: Yeah...

The two husbands then head to their bedroom. A few seconds later, Korvo tucks Lili to bed and gives her a kiss on the forehead as she coos in her sleep. The two husband then tuck themselves in as they kiss each other good night.

Korvo: Good night Terry-bear…

Terry: Night, Korvy...

The two husbands kiss each other on the lips good night and heads to sleep as they snuggle and cuddle with each other lovingly.

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #the new solar opposites #tervo #korvo #terry solar opposites #british korvo #yumyulack #jesse solar opposites #the pupa #sonya solar opposites #janiz solar opposites #evil terry #kimber solar opposites #dr. weatherstone #Spotify #the gargoyle ray #max solar opposites #aisha solar opposites #eva solar opposites #Lili Solar opposites #human korvo #human yumyulack #human terry #human jesse #human pupa #human Aisha #human eva #human max #human evil terry

[trashikin]

Previously, in Red Squadron

I was thinking through some of what being in the Rebellion was like for IWM Luke. I decided he was a little bit of a whore. And then I was like “oh, Red Squadron would have all the same members because changing Luke’s backstory doesn’t change theirs.” Then this goofy scene popped into my head, and it DEFINITELY will not ever fit in IWM. Might get alluded to, though.

Tw exhibitionism, semi-public blowjobs, WedgeLuke, BiggsLuke (ok the last two aren’t trigger warnings but y’know). No Vaderluke here

The hangar at Yavin was busy and crowded. It was awkwardly filled with ships and maintenance personnel, as much as would fit in the ill-shaped space. That much made sense to him, it wasn’t like the temple the Rebels used for a base was designed for a proper hangar. Or if it had been, which area was supposed to be a hangar was lost to time.

“Red Squadron just finished their CAP rotation for the day,” the commander escorting him explained, waving vaguely at a group of X-Wings that were being swarmed by mechanics. “They should be in the changing room, I’ll introduce you.”

It seemed an odd time to choose to introduce him to anyone, but he supposed there wasn’t a lot of time for “proper” things in the Rebellion. They walked down a short stone hallway until the commander stopped at a door. It was a standard door, obviously retrofitted into the ancient structure.

“Here we — “

The commander cut off as the door opened to the sound of good-natured jeering and catcalls. All they could see was a group of orange-flightsuited people standing in a circle, facing inward. The commander cleared his throat and the noise instantly died, some of the pilots shooting sheepish glances over their shoulders.

“S-sir,” several said.

The crowd parted, revealing one pilot kneeling in the center of what had been the circle. For a moment he thought the pilot was the sole woman in the group, but on second glance he saw he was wrong. The long blond hair, woven into a braided updo, was what had thrown him off. It looked elaborate, if mussed from being crammed into a flight helmet for the last few hours.

It could also have been from the face fucking he was currently receiving from the one man with his flightsuit half-undone. A man he knew, actually.

“Biggs!” Wedge abruptly pulled out of the blond man’s mouth and tucked himself back into his clothes. He gave his partner a hand to his feet.

“Commander,” the blond pilot added brightly, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He had a grin on his face that said he was only mildly embarrassed at having been caught, instead of utterly mortified.

The commander did not bother to mask his loud sigh. This was apparently not the first time he had walked in on this display.

“Your Hi — Lieutenant Organa,” he said through gritted teeth, “it becomes increasingly difficult to reassure your mother of your well-being when I catch you doing things like this.”

“So don’t reassure her,” Organa replied, crossing his arms and cocking one hip. He raised his chin slightly, resulting in a move that made him look too aristocratic to have just been semi-publicly sucking someone off. “You don’t have to.”

There were a few titters from the other pilots, and the commander did not respond. There was some private joke here that Biggs was, apparently, not in on yet. If he ever would be.

“As Lieutenant Antilles said,” the commander barreled on, trying to reclaim control over the room, “Red Squadron has a new member. This is Biggs Darklighter, from Tatooine.”

Biggs raised a hand and let it drop, awkwardly. He did not usually feel at a loss, but this was an odder group than he expected.

“I helped Biggs defect from the Academy,” Wedge said. He strode over to Biggs and threw an arm around his shoulders. “He’s an ace, you’ll see. Get second place in no time.”

“Uh, thanks,” Biggs said. “Second place?”

“I heard nothing about any of this,” the commander said, turning on his heel and walking out of the door.

“Aw, c’mon, it’s good for morale!” someone shouted from deeper in the room. Almost everyone else laughed.

Biggs shot Wedge a confused look. He didn’t want to be the awkward newbie who didn’t get what was going on. But, well, he also was the awkward newbie who didn’t get what was going on. Wedge grinned and clapped him on the back.

“Sometimes at the end of a CAP rotation we have a short race,” he said. “Luke blows whoever gets second place.”

“Which is usually Wedge,” Organa added. He held out a hand for Biggs to shake. “Luke Organa, from Alderaan.”

Biggs took his hand, then started. He looked at Wedge again.

“Alderaan? Does he mean Prince Luke Organa?”

“That’s me,” Luke said, tugging on his hand slightly to get him to address him directly instead of turning to Wedge. “You don’t have to participate if you’re uncomfortable. I’m sorry you walked in on us without warning.”

His eyes were a bright blue, but had a strange depth to them. Biggs somehow knew that Luke could tell exactly how awkward he felt. It was not a hard thing to guess, but something about the way he had done it felt… off. He resisted the urge to rub gooseflesh from his arms.

“It’s fine,” Biggs said, finding some of his composure the longer he stood here. He decided to try for a joke, “I was just worried I would be expected to suck everyone off as some sort of hazing ritual.”

There was more laughter at that, and to his great relief none of it was cruel.

“I mean you can if you want to,” Wedge said. “But no, Luke is our resident exhibitionist.”

Biggs did not add that he would not be entirely opposed, just that it had surprised him. Something else made the back of his head itch, though, something he couldn’t quite place.

“Do you want to keep going?” Luke turned to Wedge. “I don’t have anywhere to be for another hour.”

Someone let out an encouraging whoop. Wedge tilted his head, then briefly raised his eyebrows at Biggs.

“What if instead we give our new friend a better welcome than he just got?” he suggested. “I win often enough.”

That was the last thing Biggs had expected. He felt the first stirrings of arousal at the suggestion. Luke shrugged good-naturedly.

“If he wants to and has a clean bill from Medical.”

Biggs nodded, in response to both. He was not lying, but also got the distinct impression that if he tried to, Luke would somehow know.

“Come here, then,” Luke grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled, walking backwards back to the spot he had been when Biggs first entered. “Just relax, and know we can always stop. For any reason. No shame in it.”

He should probably be the one saying those things to Luke, but before he could find any words Luke knelt and his fingers began undoing Biggs’ pants. He pulled his half-hard cock out of his underwear, and began to lean forward. Biggs put a hand on his forehead, stopping him. He realized what had been bothering him.

“Why second place?” he asked. Even for an exhibitionist, it made more sense to give such a gift to the winner of a race, not the runner-up.

Luke gave him a blindingly bright smile as the rest of Red Squadron burst into laughter. This time it held a little teasing, but still no cruelty.

“He wins every race,” Wedge said. “Nobody can out-fly Luke.”

Biggs knew Wedge well enough to recognize that he did not mean that they let some snooty Core World royal win each time. He was being earnest.

Luke flushed slightly at the praise, of all things, and shot Biggs one last grin.

“Welcome to Red Squadron,” Luke said, before sliding Biggs’ cock down his throat.

#iwm #my writing #not dark content #but the fic universe it’s from absolutely is #the heading for this in my WIP document is ‘Luke just really loves sucking dick okay???’

[onyxbird]

...Just rediscovered this WIP in my files, and I don't foresee it getting fleshed out anytime soon, but I do love the ridiculous scenes I've got, so I might as well release them into the wild. 😉

A Tree Grew on Yavin

Summary: Poe's friends in the Resistance are baffled/skeptical when he describes the animate "Force tree" he grew up with on Yavin IV, but they soon get to see for themselves when Groot, his partner Rocket, and their team of "morons" make contact.

“You know, Poe,” said Rey, as they rehashed the attack run, “that almost sounds like the Force.”

“Wait, is that how the Force works?” said Finn. “Because I've gotten some conflicting reports on that.”

“Nah. I don't have the Force, Rey. I grew up with this tree… It's kind of complicated to explain. But if I had it, I think I'd know.”

“Of course you have the Force, Poe.” Leia entered from the hall. “We all do. It's life's music. The song we make.”

Poe didn't argue, but he shrugged. Fine. Terminology. He wasn't Force-sensitive.

It wasn't until days later, during a lull from the work of settling the remnants of the Resistance in on Ajan Kloss, that the subject came up again.

“We want to know more about that tree,” said Rey, apropos of nothing.

Poe stared blankly at her, and then at the jungle surrounding their new base.

“Which one? And why would I know any more about it than you do? I've never been to Ajan Kloss before, either.”

“Not these trees,” said Finn. “On the Falcon, you said you grew up with a tree, and that's why you're confident you're not Force-sensitive. Why? Rey's been studying the Jedi texts and we asked around a bit, but no one has ever heard of tests for Force-sensitivity involving trees.”

Poe raised an eyebrow. “You've been—who would you even ask about that? Besides the General, of course. She would have been able to tell you.” He frowned. “You also could have just asked me to begin with, you know.”

Rey and Finn eyed him with identical expressions of skepticism.

“You mean, in the cumulative 5 spare seconds since we got here that you haven't been busy setting up landing fields—”

“Building hangars.”

“Organizing patrols.”

“Flying patrols.”

“Eating.”

“Or sleeping?”

“...OK, fair. It's been a little hectic.”

Rey smirked in victory. “So, the tree?”

Poe sighed and settled in for a story. “I warned you it's complicated to explain.”

Both listeners nodded.

“All right, then. So my mother, Shara Bey, flew for the Rebellion—both my parents fought in the Rebellion, but Mom was the pilot.”

A mixed group of mechanics and pilots passing by their table chuckled affectionately. “Everyone knows, Dameron!”

“Er, I didn't, actually,” said Rey.

“Yeah, same,” said Finn.

“Thank you!” He mock-glared at the passing group. “You may think you know all of my stories, especially after hanging around with L'ulo too much, but this context is actually relevant.”

“Someone has to heckle you with the rest of Black Squadron still out on mission!” teased a tech.

“Your mother was a Rebellion pilot, and?” prompted Rey.

“And right at the end of the war, after the second Death Star blew up, when the dregs of the Empire were still coming down, she got pulled onto an undercover mission that Luke Skywalker was running. He needed to get something out of an Imperial research lab. Apparently, the Jedi temple in the Old Republic was built around this massive Force-sensitive tree. The Empire destroyed it, but they kept a few live pieces. For research, I guess.”

Rey's forehead wrinkled thoughtfully. “The Jedi texts on Ahch-To were in a tree. I wonder if it was the same type.”

Poe blinked. “Uhhh… maybe? …You couldn't put books in our Force Tree, but I don't know. Can't rule it out, really.”

Rey shook her head. “Sorry! I'm side-tracking your story. Go on.”

Poe smiled. “So when they got there and tricked their way into the lab, they found these two little Force trees. Skywalker was only expecting to there to be one. At the time, my parents were just about to muster out and go settle down somewhere, so Skywalker gave them second one to take with them and plant. He said he wanted it to be safe somewhere.

“Point is, according to Skywalker, that tree just radiates Force energy and is obviously not an ordinary tree. So it seems highly unlikely that I would never have sensed that growing up if I were Force-sensitive.”

Finn looked vaguely let down. “So… it's this amazingly cool thing, but without the Force—or, without being sensitive to the Force—it's just like a regular tree?” He frowned. “You don't think Skywalker was just pulling your mother's leg, do you? Rey said he's kinda sarcastic…”

“Well, not just like a regular tree. I mean, regular trees don't walk around. Or talk.”

“What?!”

“I said, regular trees don't—”

Finn waved for him to stop. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Got that. Completely true. You're saying this Force tree does walk and talk? Like a person?”

“Yeah. His name's Groot.” He glanced around at the jungle again, with more satisfaction this time. “He would like it here.”

...

“Commander Dameron! Commander Dameron!”

Poe stifled a groan and rose from his crouch under the X-wing he was working on. “Yes, Threepio?”

“We have just received a communication for you, sir!”

Poe frowned as he ran through the mental list of who might be calling him. Black Squadron was all here. Finn and Rey were here (in fact, Rey was heading towards them now, apparently on her way back from another obstacle course run). If it were his father, C3PO would have led with that. Any of his old navy contacts who hadn't died on Hosnian Prime had mostly found their way to the Resistance by now…

“OK, who is it?”

“He called himself 'Rocket,' sir. He refused to be any more specific and insisted you would know who he was. If fact, he was quite—”

“Rude?” said Poe.

“Indeed!”

“Yeah, I know who he is. Thanks, Threepio. It's not personal. He's rude to everyone.”

Poe replaced the open panel and grabbed his jacket.

“Wait…” He stopped in his tracks. “What codes did he use to call us?”

“I believe it is one of the communication codes we use with our suppliers, sir! I was intending to ask you with whom you had shared it.”

Poe shook his head and sighed. “He didn't get it from me, pal. But Rocket turns up all kinds of things he's not supposed to have. Might be time to start cycling in some new codes.”

He fell into step beside Rey as they both headed for the base's central complex. “Done already?” she asked curiously. “I figured that sort of repair would take all afternoon.”

“It will, but apparently not today. Threepio said a communication came through for me.”

The curious stares started as soon as they stepped through the door. Rey wasn't that much of a curiosity anymore, and Poe certainly wasn't, which meant Rocket must be in fine form today. Rey gave him a sidelong glance—she'd clearly noticed, too.

“Poe!” Finn waved from the command room and jogged towards them, flashing Rey a quick smile before getting back to the business at hand. “There's someone on the line for you, named—”

“Rocket. Yeah, Threepio told me. That's why I'm up here.” He continued his brisk stride towards the command room, running a hand restlessly through his hair. “Who did he insult besides Threepio?”

“What?”

“What did Rocket say? Threepio was in a huff; everyone's giving me weird looks, and I know Rocket—civility is not his strong suit.”

Finn hesitated. “I'm not sure he insulted anyone exactly. He's just… kind of… glowering at everyone.”

Finn wasn't wrong about the glowering. The holo showed Rocket's diminutive arms folded belligerently over his chest, his pointed face twisted into a familiar sullen scowl, and the tip of his bushy, ringed tail swishing impatiently over the ground.

Of course, most of that was just Rocket's default appearance. The gigantic blaster over his shoulder, almost as large as his entire body, was new since Poe had last seen him, however.

“Rocket! Good to see you! You still working with Groot?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Finn and Rey straighten sharply, suddenly laser-focused on the conversation.

Behind Rocket, a much taller being leaned into the shot. The long wooden face split into a broad smile as he boomed out a cheerful “I am Groot!”

Force, it was good to see him again. Poe grinned up at the hologram that now towered over him to capture both of the beings on the other end.

“Beep! Bee-weeoooo!” BB-8 piped up cheerfully from by Poe's feet.

“I am Groot,” agreed Groot.

“Yeah, yeah,” groused Rocket. “Everyone's happy to see everyone. Great. Now that we've established that, can we get back to business?”

“What are you calling about? And how did you get this access code?”

Rocket loftily waved off the latter question. “Oh, you know. Sometimes you just stumble across these sorts of things.”

“Actually, no, I think there are quite a few people working to make sure you don't just 'stumble across' that code.”

“Well, maybe not just lying around, but once you're already in the right computer system…”

Poe sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Threepio wasn't going to be thrilled, but knowing Rocket, he could guess the rest. Apparently at least one of the Resistance's suppliers wasn't Raccoon-proofed. Probably not a huge security risk—just Rocket being dangerously skilled and a compulsive thief, as usual.

“OK. I'm assuming you weren't just calling to make sure it works.”

“No. Quill came across an interesting piece of merchandise that we thought you or your… friends” (Rocket somehow made it sound derogatory.) “might be interested in.”

Poe glanced around the command center, wondering if General Organa was around by any stroke of luck. He blinked. Every one of the unusually large number of people currently in the room was watching the conversation play out in more-or-less open fascination. You could have heard a pin drop.

He glanced back at Rocket, as his full sentence sank in. “Who's Quill?”

Rocket frowned at him, one ear cocking quizzically. Then his expression cleared. “Riiight. You haven't met the morons yet.” He turned towards someone out of sight and shouted “Quill! Poe's on the line! Where's the thing?”

“I told you it's in the aft compartment.” A human man entered the hologram. He glanced towards Poe and frowned. "It's—Wait, that's Poe?” He peered at him for a second. “Weird. I expected you to be a tree."

Rocket stared at him. "Why would he be a tree, you moron?!"

"You said Groot knew him when they were kids! I made an assumption! A wrong assumption, clearly!"

#poe dameron #groot #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars #guardians of the galaxy #Initial lines of dialog are from the Poe Dameron 27 comic #onyxbird fanfic #incomplete fic

[chrysalispen]

Prompt #6 - Onerous

AO3 LINK HERE

Fill under the cut.

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"Cid? Are you in here? Tataru had something she wanted you to read and I-- oh."

Aurelia turned the doorknob after her perfunctory knock and froze in the center of the open threshold. The break room's only occupant sat at the nook table, his chair an island in a sea of discarded papers, stacks of books, and various magitek components. In front of him sat a small datalogging monitor, a tomestone in his left hand, and she realized he'd been quite focused upon something. Probably something to do with the Omega weapon.

He said nothing, only looked at her with a silent question in his raised brows. His expression was otherwise totally neutral. Aurelia couldn't read it at all and that made her unaccountably nervous. 

"Oh," she said. Her throat felt tight. "Scaeva."

Nero tol Scaeva offered a stiff, polite nod. 

"Eikon-slayer."

Aurelia wouldn't have thought that he of all people would resort to giving her the cold shoulder. Nero was an outspoken man, blunt-tongued and even temperamental on a good day, but she saw none of that now. His customary fire appeared burnt to ashes: blanketed instead in a wintry chill. 

It felt... very unpleasant.

She was so taken aback by it that she almost said nothing. She could have simply turned on her heel and walked away without a word- saved herself some semblance of dignity. Instead she cleared her throat. 

"I didn't mean to... ah, my apologies. I'm-"

Nero tossed the tomestone in his hand to the tabletop with an unceremonious rattle. "Looking for Garlond, I presume." 

"I... yes. I am."

"As you can see for yourself, he's not here." 

Despite the flat chill of his voice those periwinkle eyes were as sharp and hawkish when they fell upon her as they'd ever been, piercing his facade like a needle through silk. She could see plain as day the heat which gave lie to his outward indifference. Aurelia swallowed and looked away. 

"Right. Well, it seems I've interrupted you and I know you and the others have work to do. What with... looking for Omega, and all." She tried to offer a polite smile and knew it wasn't-- 'twas like it looked every ilm as awkward as it felt. "Never mind. I'll go check with Jessie and see if he's returned to the hangar."

"Wait."

Her hand had already moved to close the door; almost against her will she paused to cast him a questioning glance over one shoulder. That steady and unnerving stare lingered for a moment before Nero unfolded his lanky frame from the chair and gained his feet- and, she noted, made it a point to step around the scattered papers and drafting pencils as he did so.

"Why are you running messages for your receptionist?"

Aurelia blinked. It wasn't the question she had expected.

"I'm trying to help Tataru with her workload.. She's coordinating matters with General Aldynn. I know many people don't think much about her involvement, but she does a great deal of work behind the scenes, you know." She shrugged. "I'm the muscle, more or less. Until the Scions are called upon to move I might as well keep myself busy."

I'm the muscle. She hated to give such a tacit admission to that not days after he'd said it himself. It was a concession of his original point and that knowledge made her words stick squarely in her craw. But harsh truth or not it was a truth regardless. If she'd learned naught else from Fray, it was to be more honest with herself about the motivations of others. 

Something hot flashed in Nero's eyes- a half-lit ember- and was gone nigh as soon as she'd seen it. What she did not miss, however, was the telltale clench of his jaw.

So that was what this was about, she thought. He was angry.

Aloud, Aurelia sighed. "Listen," she began. "I know you mislike this-"

"I am here solely to recover Omega, as well you know," he said, in a tone so dismissive it brooked no further discussion. "You and your allies' foray into starting a proxy war with the Empire is none of my concern. Garlond will be more than willing to join you, no doubt, but I believe I've wasted enough of my time as it is. Do as you wish."

The longer she mulled over his words, the more quickly she felt her own mood began to sour, until her irritation outstripped any sense of contrition.

Very well. If that's how he wants it I can play along.

"I must admit I'm not certain how you mean to recover a rogue Allagan warmachina on the wrong side of the wall unassisted, Scaeva," she gave like for like, ice for ice, "but I'll sure I'll be hearing from you as well once you decide I'm needed. It wouldn't be the first time you used me for your own ends, after all."

She saw her words strike home. The unyielding line of his mouth changed almost imperceptibly- she could see the way each corner of his lips went slack for a brief moment and his brows knitted. He looked as if he wanted to say something in return but she could not imagine what it might be. 

And she was... not interested in whatever riposte he might have in store for her, Aurelia realized. She had better things to do right now than to pick yet another fight with this frustrating man. It had always been more trouble than it was worth to try and talk to him when he insisted on needling her and baiting her into arguments. 

It was somehow even more bothersome when he was too furious to talk to her at all. 

Without another word spared Aurelia turned her back on him, crossed the threshold, and slammed the door shut behind her.

#ffxivwrite2022 #aurelia laskaris #nero tol scaeva #nero x wol #nero tol scaeva/warrior of light #though uhhh things are real tense here lmao #i'll probably end up using this in longfic tbh #though that's still a ways out #chrysalispen writes #prompt 6: onerous #garlean warrior of light

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

It was the little things prt2

Scene: Shiro (Kuron) raises his voice one too many times and Lance breaks trying to do better

Premise: Lance’s Papi was an abusive drunk. Please don’t read this one if you’re easily triggered. Lance has panic attacks. He tries to hide them. Catching Keith at the wrong time pushes him over. Before Keith leaves for the Blades. Angst. Langst. Hurt with unexpected comfort. Secret dating where Lance has been hiding a huge part of his past. Domestic violence.

*

Searching high and low for Lance, Keith couldn’t find him. He’d checked both their bedrooms, the medbay, Red’s hangar, the bridge, the training room, and quickly snuck a peak in both bedrooms belonging to Pidge and Hunk where his friends were dead asleep. The castle might be huge, but it was a finite space. If Lance had left the castle a notification would have come up on their comms, Pidge’s idea just to make sure no one ended up kidnapped. She’d said looking Keith square in the eye, and Lance had laughed hard until she’d pointed out the incident with Nyma. He knew Lance had spent a lot of time with Coran in parts of the castle that the rest of them didn’t really venture into.

He did not know how to handle this. He was hurt that Lance had run. Lance usually ran to him, not away. And whenever he turned around, his boyfriend was there to shoot him the thumbs up like the idiot he was. He couldn’t even track Lance through his comms as he’d left it in his bedroom when he’d gone to train.

Hearing the bridge door open, Keith turned to find Hunk standing there, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Frowning, he didn’t know why Hunk was now awake, when he’d been snoring not that long ago

“Hunk?”

Sighing heavily, Hunk looked like he hadn’t slept at all. His tone weary, lacking its usual warmth

“Hey, man. Can you come with me? Pidge is with Lance… He, uh, he’s hurt himself”

“Where is he?”

“Pidge set up an alarm to go off if anyone opens one of the old pods. Like the one we stuck Sendak in. It went off and woke her up”

And Lance called him the paranoid one. At least he knew where Lance was

“So you both snuck down there without letting anyone know?”

“Uh, yeah. Pidge insisted… and I couldn’t let her go on her own”

Why the quiznak?! What… He just didn’t get it. The medbay had a perfectly good pod and it wasn’t in the almost abandoned part of the castle. Yes, he was relieved Lance was in a pod, but he had more questions than answers

“Okay, I’m going to head down and see what’s going on. You should head back to bed”

“I’m not going back to bed until we know what happened”

Right. Hunk was Lance’s best friend. He’d know why Lance was freaking out… if he knew how to ask him…

“Let’s head down now. Then we can see how long he’ll be in there”

“Um… he’s not actually in there. He was staring at it when we got there… and dude, he was like super upset. Pidge sent me off to find you”

Lance loved Pidge like a sister… but Hunk… everyone knew how much Lance cared about Hunk. Hunk was always his go to. Seeing they were both simply standing there and not moving, Keith started towards the door, Hunk falling into step with him

“Don’t take this wrong way, but why Pidge?”

“He… uh… seemed scared of me. I didn’t think you’d want to come down. Pidge was going to try getting him into the pod”

They still teased each other, but now they both were on the same wavelength and the teasing felt almost like an intimate joke between them in front of the others

“Does everyone think Lance and I hate each other?”

“No, but you have gotten into plenty of fights… and he was really really upset. He mentioned that he was sorry, and your name… I guess we just assumed you two must have fought again”

Biting back sighing, he should have handled things better in the kitchen. Lance had been so panicked, and he should have gone after him instead of giving Shiro a piece of his mind

“We didn’t fight. At least, I don’t think we did. He came to tell me he’d busted his wrist when I was talking to Shiro”

“Oh”

“Oh? What does that mean?”

Hunk dropped to a nervous mumble

“Well… uh, Shiro has been a little hard on him. He probably felt bad that he hurt himself and that Shiro saw”

“This has something to do with his past, doesn’t it? His Papi?”

The mention of Lance’s Papi was instant. Hunk’s eyes widening

“He told you that?!”

He’d hit the bullseye he hadn’t even been aiming for

“He told you?”

“A bit. At the garrison. He had nightmares and… I shouldn’t be talking about this”

“He’s told me a bit about things, but they’re worse than he let on, weren’t they?”

“I’m sorry, man. I know you’re worried, but maybe it’s best Lance tells you… but yeah, they were pretty bad”

Once again, Keith found himself hurt. He’d talked a lot to Lance, in general about the foster system, but Lance hadn’t told him at all. He’d thought Lance could tell him anything, but apparently not. Hunk trying to comfort him when he must have been freaking out as much as Keith was

“Don’t let it get to you, man. I only know because of the nightmares. I don’t think he wants to think about it anymore”

“Yeah. Maybe… let’s just find him already”

*

Sitting on the floor next to Pidge in front of the spare pods, Lance felt wrecked. He didn’t remember the trip down to the depths of the castle, nor did he remember when Pidge arrived. Normally she’d be the first to tease him, but her lack of teasing told him he must really look like shit.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

And burden Pidge? No. He didn’t want to do that to her

“I’m sorry”

“Dude, you’re freaking me out. Did something happen with Keith?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you two are always arguing. If he hurt you…”

“No! No… Keith didn’t do anything like that”

“Then you’re going to have to spill the beans or something. You know I wanted to leave more than once… but I never hurt myself… was it an accident?”

Lance bit his lip. He didn’t want Pidge to laugh at him. He didn’t think he could take it if she did

“You promise you won’t laugh?”

“I’m not going to laugh when you’re this upset”

“I… was training… and landed wrong. I went to tell Keith but Shiro was there”

“Oh, man. He can be such a dad. Like “Pidge, eat your vegetables”, or like “do we really need this extra level of coding”. Did he get mad?”

“A bit… I’m alright”

Pidge sighed at him, forcing his hand off his broken wrist to gently prod

“This isn’t being alright. You’re acting weird. Normal people don’t just stand there with a broken wrist when there’s a magic alien machine right in front of them to heal this”

“How did you know I was down here?”

“I set up an alarm so if any of the pods went off, we’d know about it. Why didn’t you use the one in the medbay?”

“I didn’t want to cause any trouble. I’ve broken it before and my Papi…”

He’d let it slip. Pidge was tiny, and female… She didn’t have the bulk to… to hurt him

“Your Papi? That’s your dad, right? I miss my dad. He was always pushing me and Matt, but he gave me the best hugs. And he was the only one not scared of Mum. Do you miss your dad? You haven’t talked about him before”

Pidge was only trying to help, but once again, he was reminded he didn’t

“I think I should just go to bed”

Trying to take his arm back, Pidge’s hold hurt too much for him to move it

“Lance… Did… did your Papi hurt you? Is that why you freaked in front of Hunk? I know he’s huge, but he’s a great big teddy bear, you said so yourself”

Lance’s heart gave a funny beat, before he was hissing as he snatched his arm out of Pidge’s hold. Using the pod behind him, Lance pushed himself up, before wobbling backwards away from the Green Paladin

“It doesn’t matter”

“Look, man. It’s okay. You can tell me”

“No, I can’t”

“Really, dude? My dad is missing and I know it’s different but…”

Lance didn’t want to hear where Pidge was going with this.

“It’s completely different! You don’t understand!”

“Then tell me!”

“No!”

“Lance, I swear to god. Either you tell me or I’ll tell Shiro to talk to you! You can’t be a baby!”

“I killed him! He used to hurt me and I killed him! Are you happy now?! Go ahead and laugh! Laugh at dumb Lance who couldn’t even get being born right!”

Blowing his top at Pidge, tears started streaming down Lance’s face. They wouldn’t want him on the team now. Holding his wrist tight enough that he knew he wasn’t helping the break at all, Lance’s chest heaved as the dam broke as he squeezed his eyes tightly closed

“I killed him, Pidge. I killed him. It’s my fault… it’s always been my fault”

Scrambling off the castle floor, Pidge nearly knocked him off his feet as he found himself being hugged by her

“Whatever he did, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry I pushed. I don’t like seeing my brother hurt. I shouldn’t have called you a baby because I was scared. Did Shiro freak you out?”

Lance felt dumb nodding. Pidge was really hurting his arm, but she was trying her hardest to comfort him

“My Papi broke my wrist back… and… he was so mad”

“So when Shiro started having a go at you… He’s so dumb”

“I keep trying, but he wants me replaced. I’m not as smart as everyone else…”

“Idiot. You’re like the only thing that keeps Keith from going crazy”

“What’s he got to do with this?”

“Uh, hello. I can totally see you two are besties now he’s in Black. It’s obvious from the way you two fight too much”

How was it that Shiro thought all he wanted to do was antagonise Keith, while Pidge just magically got it? Not that Pidge didn’t have feelings, but she’d built such a big wall around herself to avoid being hurt that sometimes she absolutely torn him to shreds internally

“I don’t want him being mad at Shiro”

“If Shiro was mean to you because you accidentally broke your wrist, that’s not okay. How bad is it?”

“It’s… not great. I think I upset Keith too”

“Keith’s a big boy in big boy panties. We should get you into a pod. The one in the medbay is nicer, plus I’ve changed the coding so we can all read it”

Even if he didn’t remember the way, Lance knew he’d come down to the pods they barely used because he didn’t want to take the one in the medbay. It wasn’t like the castle wasn’t a huge floating target and they were in the middle of a war or anything

“I don’t want to be in the way”

“Noooo, you’re just gonna make us walk all the way down here to check on your scrawny arse. Nope, no bitching from you, Buddy. Medbay, now”

“But what if the Galra attack and someone gets hurt…?”

Pidge pulled back, looking him up and down with a scowl on her face

“And what if I kicked your arse for not listening to me? Wait. No. Sorry, I didn’t mean that literally. I’m not making fun of you”

That… He knew Pidge was joking, but now she knew… He really hated being pitied

“Pidge, it’s okay. I… it’s only really bad when I’m not expecting it or someone’s yelling. Please don’t… don’t treat me differently”

“I’m sorry. I mean I’m not sorry. You’re going to have to deal with me trying”

“Oh, our little gremlin, you are very trying. It was my fault for tripping”

“Dude, you do you know how many times I’ve messed in training, right?”

“Yeah, but…”

“But nothing. I really hate training. How long have you been training in secret now?”

“Um… a while”

Pidge groaned deeply before shaking her head

“I’m going to ignore the fact you’re making me look bad, just this once. Come on, already. We need to get your wrist fixed”

Once he got into a pod, he wouldn’t have the chance to ask, biting his lip, Lance closed his eyes again before asking

“Um… you won’t tell the others, right?”

“Lance, no. It took a lot for you to tell me. But you’ve also gotta tell me if I put my foot in it”

“I think you might just be the coolest Green Paladin ever”

“And I think you’re a dork. And that you should tell Keith. I know you two talk”

“I… it’s not that I don’t want to, but he’s got enough going on”

“I’m pretty sure if I were him, I’d want to know. You’re like his best friend”

“I’m pretty sure that’s Shiro”

“Nah. I’ve noticed. You two can’t fool me. Whenever he’s moody you always go after him… and whenever you’ve got something on your mind, he’s always watching you. Oh my god! You two are dating!”

Lance thought they’d been pretty covert about things. Now he’d stopped crying, he just felt physically sick from the pain and the cotton wool feeling in his brain. Not to convincingly, his attempt to plead innocence came squeaked out

“Wha… I… Keith…”

“Holy shit! Does Hunk know?”

Now what did he do? Pidge had just discovered that he was bi and that his dad used to beat him. His silence must have said it all

“Okay. But like wow. I’m not gonna tell Hunk. Ew… that’s… okay, I love you both like brothers but when I think of my brothers doing… I’m saying this wrong. He makes you happy, right?”

“Uh, yeah…”

“Then that’s okay. Man, you are full of surprises”

“I’m sorry”

“Pfft, idiot. You and Keith get to be happy. Now we really need to get you into a pod before Keith stabs me for letting his injured boyfriend stand around”

“You’re going to have fun with this, aren’t you?”

“Only once everyone else knows. I totally like promise on Green”

God. Pidge really was the coolest. After Shiro, she was probably the one who’s negative words he took most to heart

“Thanks, Pigeon…”

Pidge walked around him, starting to push on Lance’s back as Lance got the hint

“You’re welcome, now double time. Hunk went to find Keith and I’m not getting into trouble”

#it was the little things

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hey! welcome to narcos mx world! i would love if you write about Amado - a little enemies to lovers where you have to work together but he starts to actually care about you when you got in something dangerous? :))

Affection

Amado Carillo Fuentes x female!reader, 1980 words

mentions of small injuries, kissing, that's it? pretty safe for work this one. As always it's the fictional, not the real deal

a/n : Thank you everyone in the Discord helping me with my writing as usual, you guys are a godsend! @purplesong1028 is the master teacher of this kissing scene, enjoy !

‘’ Well, well, well, if it isn’t el señor de los cielos gracing us of his presence on our precious Colombian soil. ‘’

The door of the plane is barely already open and Amado knows he will go back to Juárez with a headache. The air is warm, suffocating, and he can’t help the loud groan that escapes his mouth. You had always been that special link between Colombian cocaine, Mexico and transporting it all to the US of A, it would be utterly insane for him to think to offer anyone else the job, but god would it be less of a pain in the ass. He is just off the plane that you start again,

‘’ Oh please, don’t sound too disappointed, yeah? Pacho made coffee in the hangar if you haven’t woken up yet. ‘’

He rolls his eyes, ‘’ It’s like three in the afternoon. ‘’ You are sitting on top of one of the shipments, dozens of others splattered on the runway behind you, waiting to take off. Turning around, he signals to a few men to start loading it all in, the faster they can go home, the least he has to worry about dealing with you. You shrug to his answer before sliding off the small ledge, extending your hand, that damn smirk still on your face,

‘’ And that makes it what? 9 AM central Mexican time? ‘’

He scoffs behind his sunglasses and his hand meets yours, giving it a good shake, ‘’ Can’t believe you’re still walking around with that mouth of yours. ‘’

The sarcastic laugh that escapes you doesn’t go unnoticed by him,

‘’ Maybe you should give your resume to los hijueputas del Norte del Valle, you guys seem to think so much alike. ‘’

Your hand leaves his as you turn around, showing him to follow you,

‘’ I got twelve pallets for you today, about 50 bags in each-’’

That’s when Amado notices it, the bruises on your neck, the neat stitch near your hairline, how you have been clutching your side the whole time. He walks in front of you, taking your elbow in his hand stopping you in your tracks. His tone is steady and hard when he asks, ‘’ What happened? Did they do this to you? ‘’

Your gaze slowly drifts to his hand on your arm and he can’t help how his heart jumps a little watching the purple colors weaving around your neck. You take a deep breath,

‘’ It’s okay. Pacho took care of it- ‘’

‘’ Well, clearly not fast enough! ‘’

He can’t stop the way his voice sounds so panicked as his hand leaves your arm to cradle your face, gently assessing the cut on your forehead, he sighs, ‘’ Damn, mija. They got you good. ‘’

You shake his hand off, frowning, ‘’ I told you Pacho already took care of it and I think you guys got enough going on in Juárez already for you to start putting your two cents about what’s going on here.‘’

His mouth opens in unspoken words as you brush past him, warning him, ‘’ Maybe you should pack it up and leave before I sell your shit to someone else. ‘’

Amado sighs again, now alone on the runway, watching his men slowly loading the pallets. Tension is thick and he can feel their eyes on him when he’s not looking. He gestures to them,

‘’ Y’all heard the lady, pack it up before she changes her mind, alright? ‘’

After a moment, he slides his sunglasses on his head as his hand lifts to pinch his nose. His head is already pounding and he barely had anything done yet. It is Pacho’s voice that calls behind him that makes him stand tall again,

‘’ You better stop quarreling with my liaison officer, we wouldn’t want her to start working for the competition now, don’t we? ‘’

Amado knows Pacho is smirking before he even turns around, but he can’t bring himself to return the gesture, ‘’ Well, maybe if you had made sure she wouldn’t get her head bashed in that wouldn’t be a problem. ‘’

This should not be the place to argue. He is welcomed here, appreciated even, and he knows he shouldn’t get into other people’s business, but he just did. Pacho’s smile falls fast, his head tilting on the side with a slight frown, and Amado almost regrets speaking up.

‘’ I admire the audacity. ‘’, began Pacho as he walks closer, nearly at arm’s length.

‘’ You know what I think, Amado? ‘’ He laughs, ‘’ I think, either you don’t trust me to take care of my business, or that you are in love with her. ‘’

Pacho pauses, leaning over to him before continuing,

‘’ Which one is it? ‘’

‘’ This has nothing to do about love, Pacho. “

His associate scoffs and Amado knows the whole façade is down. Pacho played him well, like it was nothing. Amado always knew he liked you, working together, side by side, through bullets and betrayals, the trust was there and he always looked up to you with utter respect. A valued member of the team. There is nothing he can do now than to endure the flushed heat that burns through his whole body, that feeling of being like a child who just got caught. He is not going to lie to himself and pretend that seeing you hurt today didn’t pull strings in his chest and rage in his heart. How it took him every bit of restrain not to start a war right here, right now. Pacho’s hand claps his back as he laughs,

‘’ Don’t worry Amado, your little secret is safe with me, hm? ‘’

His gaze falls behind him and Amado knows that you are back. He can imagine you already, fist by your side, fast-paced steps, ready to get this over with. Your expression is probably tight, soured from your previous interaction, but Pacho’s smile is big and bright, almost mischievous, as he continues,

‘’ At least, for now, donjuán. ‘’ Pacho motions you to come over and Amado rolls his eyes. You are next to them in seconds, your shoulders no far from his, he can’t help but appreciate how warm you are next to him. Familiar, reassuring. That is when he knew he was done for. Pacho’s voice breaks him from his thought as he lights himself a cigarette, his gaze interchanging from his to yours,

‘’ This, ‘’ he gestures between the two of you, his lips pulling on his smoke, ‘’ It stops now. We’re not animals, hmm? So let’s not do business like ones. ‘’

.

The runway had been cleared faster than you expected. Everything fit tightly in the aircraft, locked in straps from one side to the other. You turn to Amado who was sitting on one of the seats, dusting your hands before speaking, ‘’ I think we’re all done here? ‘’

He barely said a word since you got back to the plane. You know that you shouldn’t have lost your temper early on and probably should have kept your thoughts to yourself instead of sharing them with Pacho at the first opportunity you had. You are not surprised when he only nods. You clear your throat,

‘’ Listen, I-. What Pacho said was true. I’m sorry about losing my shit this morning. ‘’

You can tell he looks at you behind his sunglasses, you sense his eyes burning through you. The silence is thick, you feel the need to fill it, almost an invitation to keep going,

‘’ They caught me by surprise, you know? I never saw them coming. It’s embarrassing, really. ‘’

He sighs, scratching his beard. His head leans towards you and you catch his eyes behind the rim of the shades as he takes them off,

‘’ We can’t control these things, mija. Don’t beat yourself up over this. ‘’

You give him a tight smile, your head moving up and down, trying to believe it yourself. You sit next to him, palm on your knees, picking on the threads.

‘’ Does it still hurt? ‘’

‘’ Not anymore. ‘’

He hums. Are you ok?, he wants to ask, show me who and I’ll pull the trigger myself, he almost begs, but he doesn’t ask, he doesn’t beg. He hasn’t done this, whatever this is, in a long time, and the words that came out barely convey how heavy his heart feels right now. His hand gently falls on yours above your knee, hesitating, patting a little, stopping the relentless scraping of your fingers.

 ‘’ I like you, you know, ‘’ He starts, ‘’ and I... I just want to be sure you’ll be alright. ‘’

Your eyes look up to him and his heart jumps in his chest, god he feels like a teenager again,

‘’ I know, Amado, I’ll try my best. ‘’

He swears he melts when you press your other hand on his on your knee. Your eyes are still on him and he hates that he can’t figure out what it is you are thinking right now. He knows this whole thing is bold and risky, but you’re so warm next to him and, fuck, you smell so good it's dangerous. You’re closer now, when did you get so close? He can feel you exhale when you speak again, barely a whisper,

‘’ Are you going to kiss me, Amado? ‘’

And so he does. He doesn't hesitate. His fingers tug on your joined hands, pulling you to him, as his other hand sinks in your skin, tangling in your hair. Amado doesn’t care how public the whole setting is, how anyone could come up the ramp at any moment- fuck everyone. The satisfaction of his mouth on yours is all that matters for now. He’s trembling from inside and your lips are just so soft, so warm. He brings you on his lap, firm but gentle, and he barely manages to suck air through his teeth that he guides you to his lips by the waist once again. You moan in his mouth and the sound echoes again and again in his head. It’s not enough, he wants more of you, more of the sounds you make, and he feels light-headed, but he doesn’t want to stop. Why do you smell so good?

His fingers are pulling at your hips, sliding tauntingly under your shirt. It feels like forever, but when you pull away, it feels like not long enough. You slowly bring your fingers to his face, brushing the hair in front of his eyes away, a delicate touch, merely there,

‘’ I have to go, ‘’ you say, voice soft with affection, ‘’ If Pacho finds us he’ll hold it over our heads forever. ‘’

Amado nods but he’s not listening. He doesn’t want you to go, he realizes. Your lips are red, shiny, and you fit so well on his lap. That and also the fact that you are hiding the boner between his legs. He is still rubbing circles on your hips when you ask,

‘’ Are you coming back soon? ‘’ He loves how your smile seems to light up the whole cargo bay as you mock him,

‘’ I have to start planning the next shipment, you know. ‘’

He chuckles, holding your waist again, desperate for more,

‘’ Just planning, hm? ‘’

He knows he is gripping onto you for dear life, it’s a miracle you haven’t been squeezed to death by now. His head is still pounding, the pain is sharp behind his eyes, but this is the most calm he has felt all week, full inner peace.

When Amado looks up into your eyes one last time before letting go, he realizes that maybe, just maybe, those shipments won’t feel like such a chore anymore.

#narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos imagine #narcos imagines #narcos mexico imagine #amado x reader #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #narcos x reader #narcos mexico imagines

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) Crosshair x Reader: Absence

(Author’s Note:  I usually steer clear of angst, but this sort of just happened.  Y’all are going to hate me after this.  Oh whaaale)

warnings: some angst, Bad Batch episode 1 spoilers.

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   You released a sigh into the air, the sound breaking the lonely silence that had settled since you decided to lay down for a while.  You half-expected to hear some sort of response- a mumble from Tech, a laugh from Wrecker, chatter from Omega, or a sigh from Hunter- but the room fell into stillness once more.

   As you lay on your side, arms encircling a familiar pillow, you gazed at the opposing wall.  This was the first moment you had to yourself since the events that transpired on Kamino.  You’d been busy at the front of the ship assisting the others or simply surrounding yourself with them to keep certain feelings at bay.

   But just for a little while, you finally decided to let yourself have the time to process and to just feel.  Without the company of the others to keep you occupied, Crosshair’s absence was more jarring.  It wasn’t something you’d been able to ignore in the first place, of course.  Even in a room full of your squad, you found yourself searching for him or expecting him to be hovering nearby only to remember that wouldn’t be the case.

   Another sigh rose into the air, and you shifted to lay on your other side facing the wall of the bunk.  The pillow still held stale traces of his scent, and you hungrily breathed in what was left and hoped with each inhale that it wouldn’t fade.  You thought back to the last time you were near him before things went from bad to worse.

   Crosshair placed himself on the bench, rubbing his head in frustration.  You watched him with worry.  He hadn’t been himself since this Order 66 was given.  You’d seen him at odds with Hunter and growing increasingly agitated as time went by.

   Omega slid onto the bench beside him, her eyes mirroring your concern.  Although somehow, her look was more sympathetic, as if she knew what was happening to him.  She rested a hand on his shoulder and spoke quietly.  You decided to remain at a small distance for another moment before going over to talk to him.

   Moments later, a shock trooper approached the cell.  “CT-9904, you’re coming with us.”

   Your eyes widened as the cell shield went down.  Hunter quickly placed himself in front of the sharpshooter in protest.  “Oh, no, no, no,” he said, holding his hands up.  “We stay together.”

   The trooper wasted no time in hitting Hunter in the stomach with the butt of his blaster, evoking a grunt as the sergeant crumbled to his knees.

   “Hey!” you shouted, darting forward.  “Cut it out!  No one is leaving this cell alone.  If he goes,” you gestured to Crosshair.  “I go.”

   “CT-9904 was summoned, not you.  Now stand down!”  The trooper raised his blaster to strike you this time, and you readied yourself to fight back when you felt a firm hand grasp your wrist.

   You looked to see Hunter standing to his feet, giving you a warning look.  For a moment, you thought that maybe it would be better to stand down and not cause more trouble, so you relaxed your shoulders.  However, that changed the second Crosshair stood from the bench and started walking toward the troopers without so much of a glance or word to any of his comrades.

   “Wait!  No, I can’t just stand here and-” you caught Hunter off-guard and tore your arm free to hurry after Crosshair.  “What are you doing?”

   “I’ve been summoned, _________.  Good soldiers follow orders.”

   “But Cross,” you murmured, hot tears spilling down your cheeks as you reached for his gloved hand.  “I’m scared.  Don’t leave.”

   At the use of his nickname, his face changed.  The bridge of his nose scrunched slightly in confusion before his eyes softened and replaced the challenging gaze with a tender regard that he usually saved for you.  It was like whatever was clouding his mind was shaken away for a moment.

   “I don’t have much of a choice,” he told you, shooting a wary glance at the troopers that surprisingly were paused at the entrance to the cell.  Then, his expression hardened once more as he released your hand and walked into their custody.

   “No!  Crosshair, wait!  You lunged forward, but a large hand grabbed your shoulder.  “Wrecker, let me go!”

   “__________,” he said, his voice low and broken at your distress.  “It’s not gonna’ change anything.”  As Crosshair was led away, you jabbed a finger at the guards.  

   “He’s not their guinea pig!  You hear me?”

   They were out of sight, door sliding shut behind them, and you were left standing there breathing heavily.  You slammed a fist against the wall and turned to see the others watching with pained expressions.  Omega still covered her mouth with her hands in shock.

   “I’m sorry,” you told them, ducking your head.  “Sorry to make a scene.  I didn’t mean to make things worse, but...”

   “No,” Hunter said.  “I understand.  We…” he gestured to the rest of the group.  “ we understand.  We just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

   Things quieted down after that.  You placed yourself on the bench where Crosshair had previously been seated and waited.

   You rolled onto your back, staring at the top of the bunk as the memory came to a conclusion in your mind.  That was the last time you’d seen the real Crosshair.  The one that you’d seen in the hangar on Kamino was not your love.  Your teary eyes met his cold ones, and though he didn’t fire at you, you didn’t see much of a reaction in his expression.

   A knock on the door caused you to stir again.  You turned your head to call whoever was at the door inside the quarters.  The door slid open to reveal a form much shorter than you expected.  

    “_________?”

   “Omega,” you said, putting on a soft smile to let her know she was welcome.  “Do you need something?”

   She gazed at you sympathetically, returning your smile kindly.  “I just wanted to see how you’re doing.”

    “I’m alright,” you replied.  “I just…”

   She approached the bunk, eyeing the small signs of Crosshair all around including the pillow in your arms.  “You miss him.”

   You tucked your nose back into the pillow to breathe in his scent once more.  It was nearly gone.  Your eyes watered a little at the realization.  “Yeah, I guess I do.”

   She rested a hand on your shoulder, much like she’d done to him in the prison cell at Kamino.  “The Crosshair you know is in there somewhere.  It’s that chip.  We’re going to get him back.”

   You looked to her as her smile grew, looking less concerned and more hopeful.  It was contagious because you were starting to feel that glimmer of hope in your chest and smile in return.  “I’m sure you’re right.”

   “In the meantime, I know it’s hard.”

   You hummed in agreement, a new memory coming to mind.  Your smile turned into a chuckle, earning an intrigued look from Omega.  “I was just thinking about this one time.  Before we got together, Crosshair and I went to a market for a supply run…”

   “Oh hey, that place looks like it’s got some decent stuff,” you said.  Crosshair’s eyes followed your gesturing hand to a fruit stand, the toothpick between his lips twirling idly.  He didn’t give a verbal response, only following you as you veered off the main path to approach.  An elderly woman with a large sun hat smiled as you paused to get a good look at everything.

    “Well hello there,” she greeted you.  “Can I help you with anything?”

   “Hello!  And yes, could I get a dozen of these?”  you gestured to the baskets of fruit.  “And a dozen of those?”

   “Most certainly, dear,” she nodded.  As she bagged up the product, you turned to see Crosshair hovering less than a foot behind you.  He surveyed your surroundings with those keen eyes of his before he noticed you looking at him.

   “What?”

   “Nothing.”  You grinned.  “See anything?  Any separatist droids perhaps?”

   He plucked the toothpick from his mouth to reply.  “Very amusing, ________.  I haven’t seen anything except for some shady pirate staring at you.”

   “Really?”  your grin quickly faded into a grimace as your eyes flickered to the side.  “Where?”

   “Behind me.”  Crosshair returned the toothpick to the spot between his teeth.  “I’m blocking you from his view.”

   “Oh.”  You straightened up.  “Thanks.”

   “Here you are,” the elderly woman stated, handing you one bag of fruit and Crosshair the other. You handed her the credits. “I also just wanted to say what an adorable couple you two make!”  She plucked a single flower from a nearby bouquet and handed it to Crosshair.  “For the young lady!”

   You wanted to duck your head in embarrassment while Crosshair rolled his eyes. Still, to your surprise he didn’t even bother to correct her.  He merely accepted the flower in silence and turned to you, his hand hovering for a moment before he settled on tucking the flower behind your ear. 

   “Bye!” You waved at the lady as the two of you walked away.

    “...Later on, I caught him looking at me when I had the flower tucked behind my ear.  I knew then that he had feelings for me, just like I did for him.”

   “So he’s always been a little...difficult?” Omega ventured.

   You laughed.  “Oh yes, but it was always an act.  Sometimes, he made it easy to see past that to the big heart underneath.”  You scooted off the bunk, releasing your hold on the pillow so it fell back in its spot, and proceeded to smooth out the blanket.  “Thank you, Omega.”

   She looked confused.  “  For what?”

   “The talk.  It really helped.”

   “Oh, yeah, no problem.”  She smiled.  “I’ve come to think of the squad as family, and...I don’t like to see my family hurting.”

   “I think of this squad as family too,” you agreed.  “ And I’m glad you’re a part of it, kid.  Let’s see if Tech needs anything up front.”

   The two of you became lost in chatter as you headed for the doorway.  You paused to take one final look at the empty quarters and at Crosshair’s bunk that you’d left as neat as he had.  A genuine smile spread across your face as you turned off the light and let the door close behind you.

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Talk It Out | SWTCW

Pairing: Captain Rex x OC

Words: 2.7k

Warning: Nothing really.

Series: Part 1 | Part 2 (You’re here!)

A/N: Hello everyone! Here’s chapter 2 of my Captain Rex series. Not really proud of this piece. Never been good in describing serious scenes, but I did my best! I’ve been working on and off with it, and I might as well finish it now that I have the time for it. Anyways, hope you like it! And there will be a Chapter 3! 

Taycora twirled her wrench in her hand, lost deep in her thoughts. It’s been 2 weeks since her date with Rex, and he was acting strange. 

The day after the date, Taycora had crossed his path near the barracks, and she casually greeted him, doing her best not to blush or stutter too much. But he was stiff as a board and greeted her far too formally. He used her work title in their greeting. She can’t recall the last time he has done that. 

Taycora thought that maybe he was nervous or embarrassed after their date, especially her kissing his cheek. But she didn’t expect him to act so differently. And it wasn’t just Rex acting strange. 

Echo and Kix have always been the formal ones within the group, but they appeared hesitant and awkward around her. As if they were being careful with their words. 

With Fives and Jesse, her suspicions were completely enforced. The boys who are the most talkative and open, were now nervous. Practically skittish, looking for ways to leave her presence. 

Did our date go that bad that even the others are avoiding me? She thought to herself but she quickly dismissed it. No, of course not. If that was true, then why would Rex ask me on another date? But then...why is he acting like we just met?

“Is everything okay?”

Taycora jumped at the voice, the wrench flying out of her hands. She struggled to catch it, but it ultimately bounced off her foot and onto the ground. “Poodoo!” She hissed at the pain, rubbing the spot until the pain subsided. “No, Anakin. Everything is not okay.” She growled.

“I can tell. I felt your emotions all the way from my quarters,” he said before gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “What’s worrying you?”

Looking around her, noticing all the clones around in the hangar. Leaving somewhere private may raise suspicion, and it may start rumors about the Jedi. Which is not a good thing. Sighing, Taycora answered in Huttese, noticing the look of discontent on her brother’s face. But she continued to speak. 

“It’s Rex and the boys. They’re acting weird around me. Too formal and jumpy. I don’t know why though. I’m starting to think that Rex might not have enjoyed our date.” Her voice lightly trembled at the last part, her hand nervously tugging at her overalls.

“Well, I can tell you without a doubt that Rex had a great time with you,” Anakin replied, begrudgingly speaking in Huttese. Taycora was glad that her brother took the hint, not wanting the nearby clones listening in to their conversation. “I think it’s my fault for his behavior.”

Taycora blinked in confusion, her eyebrows knitting together. “What do you mean?”

Anakin groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I ah...told them that you were my sister.”

“Dank farrik, Anakin! What were you thinking?!” Taycora yelled in rage, her voice echoing through the hangar. She didn’t care if she caught the attention of the clones. “I’ve kept our relationship a secret because of this!” She shouted in Huttese, still mindful of not letting the clones know what they were saying. 

“It was slip of the tongue! I’m sorry. I was just happy that you two had such a great time on your date that I let it slip,” Anakin’s eyebrow knitted, feeling guilty. He lightly placed his hand on her shoulder before speaking. “Look, I really am sorry. Let me fix this. Wh---hey, I’m serious,” he playfully nudged Taycora after seeing her skeptical expression.

“Alright, great space wizard. How are you going to fix this?” Taycora asked, crossing her arms with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, I have an idea in mind,” Anakin smugly answered with a smirk. “Leave everything to me.”

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Captain Rex was walking through the Resolute, datapad in hand. The 501st were being sent to a planet to provide supplies such as food, tools and needed repairs after suffering a natural disaster. It was a change of pace compared to being constantly thrown from one battlefield to another. 

He paused his reading when he read the list of repairs, frowning deeply. Taycora has been on his mind since their date, his heart beating fast and his emotions a mess. He couldn’t believe that she and Anakin were related. But Anakin isn’t a Devaronian. He’s all human. Does that mean each sibling has separate fathers? Does that also mean that Anakin was a slave?

Rex had so many questions, so many conflicting emotions that his first instinct was to keep his distance from Taycora. Even then, he knew that he shouldn’t give her lies as excuses just to get away from her. It wasn’t right and instead, he should seek answers and talk to her. But he just couldn’t. He’s mad at her, but not at the same time. 

There has to be a reason for her secrecy, Rex thought before accidentally bumping someone around the corner. “Commander Tano! My apologies, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay, Rex. Actually, Anakin was looking for you,” Ahsoka grinned. Rex raised an eyebrow in confusion. “He has?”

“Yup. Follow me!” Ahsoka turned around, a smirk on her face as she led the way. Without question, Rex followed, keeping up behind her. 

The walk between them was quiet, Rex following without a second thought. After a couple of turns, Rex thought to ask why the General wanted to talk to him. He was lost in his thought that he didn’t realize that they weren’t heading towards the bridge. They then made another turn and Rex recognized a specific door, and they were getting closer to it. 

“Ahsoka...” Rex said questioningly. Suddenly, the door next to them opened, revealing Anakin. Rex then felt a familiar sensation before feeling himself flying through the air. The clone softly landed on his back, inside another room. “Sorry, Rex. You’ll thank us later!” Anakin smiled before waving his hand, the door closing. 

Rex jumped to his feet, racing to the door, only to realize that it was locked. He witnessed Anakin doing this before, locking and unlocking doors with the Force. He knew that there was no getting out until the Jedi said so. 

“By the way, this was not my idea.” Turning around, Rex spotted Taycora sitting on her bed. “You and I both know that once Anakin sets his mind on something, there’s no changing it.” 

“Yeah, I know all too well,” he hummed in agreement. Taycora and Rex stared at each other, his face unreadable because he was wearing his helmet. It made her more nervous. She hated Anakin’s idea of shoving and locking Rex in a room with her. She knew that it wouldn’t sit well with Rex, and maybe make the situation worse. But what else was there to do? Well, there’s no turning back now. What’s done is done.

“Rex, we need to talk,” Taycora patted the spot next to her, a sheepish smile on her face. The captain was still for a few seconds before joining her. He removed his helmet, placing it next to him on the bed. “I know why you’ve been avoiding me. Anakin told you about us. About us being siblings,” she finally looked at him, too nervous to do so before.

There were conflicting emotions on the clone’s face, still making it difficult to read what’s going through his mind. Which made it harder to face him. It would have been easier talking to him with the helmet on, she gulped. “I just want to know why you didn’t tell me. You must have a reason,” Rex said, facing her.

“I-I do have my reasons. Really, I do.” Taycora stuttered nervously. She let out a sigh, licked her lips before continuing. “Anakin’s my baby brother. He has achieved so much, and I’m proud of him. I really am, but he has cast a large shadow over me.” She sadly laughed at the last part. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about me and Anakin. I just...I didn’t want you to treat me differently.” Taycora mumbled the last, tightly gripping her overalls.

Rex watched Taycora, how anxious and perhaps even scared after answering his question. He softly frowned before sighing. “I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have avoided you like that. No doubt I hurt your feelings, and I'm sorry. I was just stunned, and I didn't know what to do. I should have talked to you though."

"It's okay. Wouldn't be the first time someone acted how you did. Others reacted worse. It's one reason I stay quiet about it. Anakin is the most popular Jedi to talk about, especially when the war started. I heard all of his stories while I settled on Coruscant. I could have told everyone that I was related to him, but who would believe me? Plus, as famous he was getting, I could have become a target. That's another reason why I stayed quiet.”

Rex silently watched Taycora with a small frown. To be so close to her brother, yet still so far. It was must have been torture. Being on a new planet too, all alone with no one to turn to, it must have been terrifying. “When did you and the General reunite?” Rex asked, his body shifting so he was facing her better. 

“Anakin and Obi-Wan were going to get some lunch at a nearby diner, but they heard that a disturbance was happening at my job. They raced there to find me armed with a knife, keeping a thief from escaping with stolen credits,” Taycora sheepishly laughed, recalling that memory. “I must have looked like a madman because Anakin aimed his lightsaber at me. My boss and coworkers saved me from being skewered by him.”

Taycora recalled what happened, remembering the heat of the lightsaber near her face, her coworkers yelling that she was a worker. 

“I think it would be best to lay down our weapons and listen to what the young ladies have to say, Anakin.” The bearded Jedi said, the young Padawan obeying and the lightsaber retracting.

Taycora’s grip loosens, the knife clattering onto the ground. She stared wide-eyed at the younger Jedi, her mouth agape. “A..Anakin?” She whispered, her voice trembling. “Is that really you?”

The younger Jedi looked at her with confusion written on his face. But after a few seconds of staring at each other, something clicked between them. Anakin rushed over to Taycora, the girl doing the same and both tackled each other in a tight embrace. 

“Sister!” Anakin cried as the girl wept. “My brother!” They found themselves on their knees, pressed against the cold floor, wiping each other’s tears off. They couldn’t believe that they found each other.

“I knew that my brother was on Coruscant, I just didn’t know how to make contact. The temple is off-limits to regular folks, and who would believe a half-Devaronian being related to the great Anakin Skywalker? All I could do is hope that one day, we would happen to meet somewhere on the planet.”

“I’m glad that you two are together again,” Rex smiled and Taycora happily returned it before speaking. “After that, Anakin helped me get into engineering, and the rest you already know. And here we are,” she chuckled weakly. “Now you know my reasoning.”

Rex nods his head, shifting his weight, more comfortable now. “Thank you for telling me everything.”

“I’m just sorry that I agreed to Anakin’s plan. Forcing pushing you and stuff,” she sheepishly laughed. “I’m getting used to being pushed and tossed around,” Rex shrugged before chuckling after a few seconds of silence. “For a moment, I thought you fancied the General,” Rex admitted, laughing at Taycora’s expression. “Ew! Gross! Why would you think that?” She asked.

“Well, you’re always teasing him. Calling him nicknames and playfully bumping his shoulders. Even Commander Tano was becoming suspicious,” the clone answered and Taycora teasingly smirked at him. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you were jealous,” she grinned.

Rex blushed before looking away. “Well, maybe a little,” he embarrassingly muttered. Taycora was surprised to hear this confession from him. Rex was jealous? She wondered how long the clone captain felt that way, and what other emotions he had towards her. 

“Then I hope you don’t mind your brothers snickering behind your back with all the teasing I have planned for you now,” Taycora went to lay her hand on his before reconsidering. “unless...if me being a Skywalker changes anything---”

“No no no! I don’t want anything to change between us,” Rex almost panicked, cupping her hand between his gloved ones. “I know the way I acted was wrong. I was confused, angry, and...I’m sorry. Skywalker or not, you are you and I still want to be friends.”

She softly sighed in relief, smiling at the clone. “Thanks, Rex. I’m glad to hear that.” Taycora noticed that Rex was still holding her hand before softly grasping one, nervously biting her lower lip. “But Rex, I...I want to be more than friends.” The Captain sharply inhaled, eyes going wide and shoulders tense. “I know that we started on the wrong foot with my secrets, but I want to try again. Only if you want to,” she shyly looked back at him, her cheeks darkly colored. 

Taycora felt like her heart was going to explode, feeling it beating at an alarming pace. Was she being too forward? Did she jump the gun and move things too quickly? Even though Rex said that he doesn’t want things to change between them, does he still want to date? 

The wheels in her head must have been visible because Rex lightly chuckled and gently cupped her cheek. She saw a comforting smile on his face and slowly relaxed, leaning into his hand that was so warm and large. His heart fluttered in utter bliss at the sight before him. Rex leaned forward, pressing his lips on her forehead in a tender kiss. “I still plan to take you on another date, remember?” 

“Yeah, I remember! And I’m definitely going to take you back to the arcade. I still have room for more plush toys.” Taycora giggled and Rex laughed, the two smiled at each other with joy and love reflected in their eyes. 

The situation between them had been resolved in a positive manner, the two grateful for it. Then a loud knocking was heard at the door, startling the two of them. “You two done making up already?” Anakin called out to them from the other side. 

Taycore laughed, shaking her head. “Yes, Kenny! We’re all good!” She looked back at Rex before getting up. “C’mon. I still need to explain everything to others.”

“And I’ll be there to help,” Rex got to his feet. He took her hand in his, Taycora looking up at him before smiling, lacing their fingers together. They knocked on the door and a few seconds later, Anakin had unlocked the door. “Told you my plan would work.” He smirked at his sister.

“What are you talking about? I did all the work. All you did was push Rex and locked the two of us up,” she huffed before walking passed him, still holding Rex’s hand.

“You’re welcome!” Anakin sarcastically called out to them.

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Later that day, and after explaining everything to the others, Taycora went to visit her brother at his room. The Jedi was at his desk, putting away his datapad for the day. “You talked to the others?”

“Yup. And no doubt the rest of the 501st will know that we’re siblings,” Taycora answered as she picked up one of his trinkets. 

Anakin hummed before stretching his arms up. “Well! All’s well that ends well,” he groaned before sighing after lowering his arms. Then, he felt two arms wrapping around from behind him and a light kiss on his head. 

“Thank you, baby bro. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have gone out with Rex in the first place,” Taycora told Anakin, hugging him. Anakin smiled, placing his hand on her arm. “Any time, big sis.” He then winced before exclaiming “Ouch!”

Taycora had punched his arm, purposely hitting him where he wasn’t covered in armor. “And that’s for putting me and Rex through all this drama,” she huffed while crossing her arms. 

“Hey, that’s what younger siblings are for,” he smirked at her. Taycora rolled her eyes but had a smile on her face before ruffling his brown locks. “Still love you,” she said.

“Love you too,” Anakin replied, watching her leave with a happy bounce in her steps.

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