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jgvfhl · 3 years

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Tup’s in A Better Place

This is a one shot in some AU where Fives and Tup both survive?? Or like... the chip is never revealed?? Idk that’s not the point of the writing, the point of the writing is Murder Tup being adopted by Alpha-17. Enjoy!

The new ARCs would be back from training in a few days, according to the dispatch from Kamino. The usual excitement was already sweeping through the 501st barracks in anticipation of their brothers returning after so long away. The shinies in Torrent were being regaled almost every night with stories about Tup and Jesse before they returned. Rex had sat in on a few of these sessions for his own amusement. Fives and Kix certainly weren’t leaving details to the imagination, although Rex didn’t quite believe some of the numbers they were throwing around. Half a platoon of SBDs seemed like a stretch. Even someone like Rex would be hard-pressed to scrap that many clankers at once, though he had come close a few times.

His comm beeped, pulling him from his thoughts. “Yes?”

“There’s a transmission here from Kamino for you, sir. Do you want me to forward it to your personal device?”

Kamino? “Uh, yes, forward it. Thanks, Spot.”

There was a brief pause, then Rex saw the light on his holoprojector turn on. “Sent, sir.”

“Got it, thanks.”

He clicked his comm off and picked up the holoprojector to read the frequency. Oh… this didn’t look good. Why would Alpha-17 be sending him a transmission a few days from the end of ARC training? But, he had to answer.

“This is a bit of a surprise, sir,” he said carefully after the miniature hologram of the ARC trainer appeared in front of him.

“You’re captain of Torrent Company, right?” Alpha replied bluntly. “I’m talking about one of your promotions.”

Rex sat up a little straighter. Had something happened to Jesse or Tup? “Sir?”

“I have to report to you that your kid Tup isn’t coming back from ARC training with the others.”

“What?” he blurted before he could stop himself, very glad he was in his quarters and not somewhere more public. “Why--what happened? Is he hurt?” Injuries were part of ARC training. It wasn’t uncommon for troopers to come back from the program with new scars and stories. More… permanent issues were rare, but not impossible. If it was possible for cadets not to make it through basic training, it was possible for troopers not to make it through the more rigorous ARC program. But… Tup?

The way Alpha’s head moved implied an eye-roll. “Quit sobbing, Rex’ika, you’re a damn officer, not his mother. The kid’s in a better place now.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, sir?” Rex demanded, bristling at the kiddie nickname.

“It means--” The trainer’s answer was cut short by a loud commotion in the background of the transmission. It was loud enough to carry to Rex’s ears.

“Take that, Hutt sludge! I’ve eaten kriffing bugs tougher than you, tooka brains!” This enraged outburst was followed by the unmistakable sounds of blaster fire and armored bodies hitting the ground. From what Rex recalled, it sounded like a training run--one with droids and obstacles and the like.

Alpha’s helmet was turned to watch whatever chaos was unfolding out of view. “Move it, kid!” he yelled, then turned back to Rex. “Anyway, he’s mine now.”

For what felt like way too long, Rex just stared at Alpha’s hologram, trying to put together what had happened. Those insults were characteristic of the 501st. And Rex had heard Tup use “tooka brains” on more than one occasion. So that was definitely Tup in the background. Which meant Alpha-17 really had been talking about Tup when he’d claimed him. But what… did that mean?

“Legally, I had to let you know,” Alpha went on when Rex’s stunned silence continued. “He’ll be staying with me a bit longer. The kid’s got a real spark, y’know, real thirst for blood--”

Against his better judgement, Rex interrupted him. “Sir, what do you mean Tup’s ‘yours?’ He’s part of Torrent; he’s under my command.” Then the second half of Alpha’s statement caught up to him. “And--thirst for blood?”

“Don’t interrupt me, soldier.”

Rex’s mouth snapped shut automatically. Then he opened it again because he still had a lot of questions, but Alpha inclined his head in just the way he only did when giving a death glare, and Rex shut his mouth again.

“As I was saying, Tup’s shown some real incentive during ARC training, and I think he’d benefit from a bit of a level up.”

“Level up?”

“Yes.”

Sorting through the small planet’s worth of questions in his mind, Rex settled on, “Will Tup ever be back with the 501st, sir?” Or are you stealing one of my ARCs from under my nose? his mind completed. He’d nominated Tup and Jesse for promotion because he’d expected to get both of them back.

Alpha was pensively quiet for a moment before replying, “Tell you what: when your boys in blue need some backup, he’ll be first in line for you.”

Rex blinked. “So, I have to find someone else to fill the position I assumed Tup would be able to fill?”

“You’ve got plenty of material, stop whining. You can still contact him. It’s not like he’s going undercover or into intelligence.”

“Oh, good, we can contact him in all that spare time you’re famous for giving your troopers,” Rex replied instantly, the shock of the conversation having shredded his normal verbal filters.

Alpha’s helmet tilted to one side. Before whatever biting retort came, however, Tup’s voice carried through again, sounding closer than before. “All set, sir.” And sounding a bit out of breath. “Accidently took the head off one of the training droids, but I set a new time record, so I’m calling it even.”

“Good work, kid,” the trainer said.

“Is that Captain Rex?”

Alpha handed the holoprojector over, and Tup’s figure replaced his in front of Rex. “Hey, Tup.”

Tup beamed, training helmet tucked under one arm. “Hi, Captain!” His bun was a frizzy mess from the session he’d just finished, and one of his cheeks looked like it was healing from a nasty bruise, but other than that, he was glowing.

“Do you know about this arrangement Alpha’s set up?” Rex asked, not caring if the trainer didn’t want to talk about it.

Tup’s expression turned a little sheepish. “Yeah… look, I know you wanted Jess and me back with the 501st, but I’m doing really good with this.”

Rex nodded, unable to resist a small smile. “Okay. As long as you’re on the same page.”

Tup perked back up. “Hey, maybe I can visit, though--”

“No.”

“No, but you said I wouldn’t be deployed all the time, so maybe instead of going on leave I can join some of their campaigns.” He looked to Alpha out of view, turning up what Torrent had affectionately named the Tuppy Eyes.

Rex almost snorted, but he did smirk. There was no way they would work on Alpha.

There was a long pause. Longer than it should have been. The smirk started slipping from Rex’s face.

“No.”

“Please?”

Another long pause. “I’ll have to ask General Skywalker.”

“Thank you, sir!”

Holy kriff.

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#my writing #my fanfiction #tcw fanfic #alpha 17 #clone trooper tup #captain rex #murder tup #murder babey #alpha is not immune to the tuppy eyes

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sgstories123 · 4 years

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Cosplay

Brendon was watching a Netflix movie when his girlfriend sat down beside him.

“What are you watching?” His girlfriend, Jessica asked.

“Some super-hero flick which you are never interested.” Brendon replied, without looking at her.

“How about you become my super-hero? I need to leave for work in about an hour’s time. Want to fuck me quick like Flash and show me what a Superman you are?” Jessica purred into his ears, stroking the front of his shorts with her hand.

He pushed her hand away. “Don’t disturb me. This is the climax of the show.”

“Make me climax. Make me cum.” Jessica whispered, sticking her tongue into his ear.

Brendon ignored her.

Jessica continued to stroke Brendon’s cock, trying to get him hard. But Brendon just did not seem interested.

Just then, they heard someone at the door. Jessie, Jessica’s sister opened the door to the flat. She has just come home from school, wearing her school uniform with a white blouse and green skirt. She looked at both Brendon and Jessica on the living room sofa, dropped her school bag in the corner of the room and walked straight to the kitchen.

“No lunch?” Jessie emerged from the kitchen. “I going down for lunch. You want something?”

“No, thanks. I am going to work later.” Jessica replied.

Brendon watched Jessie intently as she bend down to take money from her school bag, revealing her legs but just short of showing her panties. Her white blouse was translucent in part from her perspiration and he could just make out the lines of her bra. He recalled his younger days in school where he had several sexual adventures with a couple of his classmates. Those were fun times.

After Jessie left the flat, Jessica sat on top of Brendon, facing him. “Now that you are getting hard, let’s fuck.”

Brendon was feeling guilty. He did not want to tell his girlfriend that he got hard from looking at her sister. He needed to play along. He will need to watch his movie later.

Brendon kissed Jessica and held her close to him. But he could feel his cock softening. Jessica realised it too.

“Oh, what’s wrong now?” Jessica was upset.

She pulled down Brendon’s shorts and started sucking on his cock. Brendon tried to will his cock to become hard but it only made matters worse. He remained soft and flaccid.

“Let’s do this when you are back tonight. You need to go to work soon.” Brendon tried to persuade Jessica after 5 minutes of cock sucking to no avail. “I think I am too tired to fuck.”

Jessica did not reply and responded with even more frantic sucking and stroking of his genitals. Brendon knew that when Jessica wanted a fuck, she will stop at nothing to get one. He thought about Jessie and her school uniform again and found himself getting aroused.

“Let’s do something different. How about cosplay? You dress up as a schoolgirl?” Brendon asked cautiously.

“What? Will that get you hard?” Jessica looked at Brendon curiously.

“I think you are about the same size as your sister. Maybe you can wear her school uniform?”

“Are you having naughty thought about my sister?”

“No!” Brendon tried to deflect Jessica’s suspicions. “I prefer a nurse uniform but there isn’t one available here right? So, let’s work on what we have, school uniforms.”

Jessica got up and walked into her sister’s room. Within minutes, she came out in the same white blouse and green skirt.

“Teacher, come fuck me.” Jessica cooed. She knelt in front of Brendon and started sucking on his cock again.

Brendon pulled Jessica’s head closer to his cock. He closed his eyes and imaged that it was Jessie who was giving him a blowjob instead. He ran his hands all over the white blouse, remembering the many times when he had fucked girls in school uniforms. He was getting hard.

Jessica was pleased when she saw Brendon’s cock getting hard. She gave him a few more strokes before lifting her skirt and lowering herself onto his hard cock. She kissed him as she rode him, bouncing herself on his hard cock. As she neared orgasm, she hugged Brendon tightly, letting her convulsions rolled over her, moaning in pleasure.

“Turn around. Let’s do reverse cowgirl.” Brendon suggested. But what he did not tell Jessica was that he wanted to fantasise about fucking Jessie in her school uniform and he could only do that if he is not looking at Jessica’s face.

Jessica turned around and lowered herself on Brendon’s cock again. Brendon leaned forward, unbuttoning her blouse so that he could reach her breasts. He squeezed them hard, playing with her nipples as he fucked her.

“Oh, Jess. This feels so good.” Brendon moaned as he fantasised fucking Jessie. He stopped immediately thinking that he was in trouble but realised that fortunately, both sisters had the same first syllable in their name. He just need to keep it to one syllable. He smiled to himself and continued fucking Jessica from behind.

They were still fucking when Jessie returned to the flat. Perhaps because Jessica was moaning so loudly that they did not hear Jessie at the door.

“What the hell are you doing? Can’t you do this in your room?” Jessie was shocked when she saw her sister and her boyfriend fucking in the living room. “And why are you wearing my school uniform?”

Jessica got up quickly. “Sorry. Thought we will do some cosplay.”

“You better make sure that it is washed cleaned.” Jessie said coldly. But she could not help noticing Brendon’s large, erect cock, glistening from Jessica’s pussy juice.

Jessie pretended that it was all cool for her and she went into the kitchen with her lunch. Brendon could hear her getting her lunch ready.

“I am getting late for work. I take care of that for you later tonight?” Jessica pointed to Brendon’s hard cock.

Brendon nodded and pulled his shorts back up. Jessica went back to her room and in minutes was dressed for work.

“Sorry, Jess. I will washed your uniform so don’t worry about it.” Jessica called out before leaving the house.

Brendon felt awkward. It was one thing to be seen fucking his girlfriend by her sister. But it was another when he was fantasising about fucking his girlfriend’s sister. Should he leave the house and come back later when Jessica is back from work?

He stood up and walked into the kitchen, feeling a little unsure.

“Jess. Sorry about that. We should have been a little more discreet.” Brendon muttered.

Jessica had already finished her lunch and was playing with her handphone. She looked up at Brendon and for the first time, realised that he was actually quite cute.

“Was it your idea or my sister’s idea to wear my uniform?” She asked.

“Mine. Don’t blame your sister.”

“So, you have a fetish for uniforms?” Jessie looked at Brendon curiously.

“No. Just thought we will try something different. Cosplay, you know. Dressed as nurse, schoolgirls, things like that. To spice things up. Just for fun.” Brendon tried to sound nonchalant.

“Do you get aroused when you see me in uniform?”

Brendon did not answer Jessie’s question but instead, looked at the young body, trying to imagine how it will look naked.

“Will you like to fuck a real schoolgirl instead?”

Brendon was shocked from his stupor. Did she really invite him to fuck her or was that a trick question?

“No, I can’t do that. You are Jessica’s sister.” Brendon tried to sound resolute but it came out all weak and unconvincing.

Jessie stood up and walked over to Brendon. She put her hand around his neck and pulled him close to her breast.

“I have a nicer figure than my sis but you can’t really tell because of the school uniform. Help me unbutton and you can see for yourself.” Jessie took Brendon’s hand and laid it on her breast.

Brendon could feel the soft, warm mound of flesh. He unbutton the blouse to reveal white cotton bra holding onto a large pair of breasts. Jessie was right. The blouse hid the beautiful breasts with its straight cut. His cock became hard with the sight, especially with the white cotton bra hinting the innocence of the girl that he is now facing.

“Why did you pull up your shorts? Now I have to pull them down again to see you cock.” Jessie smiled naughtily at Brendon.

She squared down in front of Brendon and pulled down his shorts. His hard cock was again exposed but this time to the sister of his girlfriend.

“This looks bigger than just now. Are you getting more horny with me than you were with my sister?”

Brendon could only nod as he was speechless with anticipation.

Jessie smiled and kissed the head of his cock. She licked it slowly, covering his whole cock with her saliva. Simultaneously, she stroked his cock, scratching the base of his scrotum gently.

Brendon sighed in pleasure. Jessie may be younger but she is definitely much better at sucking cock than Jessica.

“I am gonna cum.” Brendon warned.

“Cum on my uniform.” Jessie positioned herself in front of Brendon while he gave himself several final strokes before cumming all over Jessie’s face, breast and of course her uniform.

Brendon held onto Jessie’s shoulders for support while waiting for his strength to return. That was one intense orgasm. He felt like a school boy again.

“If you are up to it, I think it is only fair if you make me cum too.” Jessie said seductively.

She turned around and bending down on the kitchen table, she pulled up her skirt, revealing white cotton panties on long, slim legs.

Brendon did not need a second invitation and his cock became immediately hard again. He pulled down her panties, exposing a cunt with very little pubic hair. He stroked Jessie’s inner thigh, enjoying the touch of her young, smooth skin.

Jessie sighed in pleasure. “Just fuck me already. I am already so horny.”

Brendon realised that Jessie, like Jessica, was not shy when it comes to sex. He saw that Jessie was already wet, with her pussy juice leaking from her cunt.

He parted her cunt with his fingers and pushed his hard cock in. It slid in easily and before long, he was fucking her doggy style. As he increased his pace, Jessie moaned louder. She pushed against the kitchen table, making even louder noise as the table hit against the wall with the same rhythm as Brendon’s fucking.

Brendon pulled Jessie away, pushing her against the wall. As Jessie was shorter than Brendon, she had to steady herself by resting on Brendon’s cock. This forced Brendon’s cock even deeper into her, bringing her even greater pleasure. Jessie was almost screaming now as pleasure overcame her. Brendon was worried whether Jessie was attracting attention from the neighbours. As he fucked her, he looked out of the kitchen windows trying to see if anyone was watching them. Somehow, this made him even more excited.

“I am cumming.” Brendon gasped for the second time. He pulled his cock out of Jessie’s pussy and shot his load all over her green school skirt. He was pleased to see his white sperm slowly being absorbed into nothing more than a dark patch of green. He turned Jessie around and gave her a kiss. But Jessie simply slid down the wall and lay exhausted, her blouse opened and exposing her breasts, her legs wide open showing a gaping cunt.

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hunnybadgerv · 3 years

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73. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” For Tayen & Sharky, pls? 💖

Summary: Turns out Sharky is not a fan of flying, and he’s still not exactly sure why Tayen dragged him out on one of her sneaky type outings.

a/n: Yep, I’m retconning some shit in the quest lines because I can. Just for @shallow-gravy because she asked for: 73. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” And no this was not at all what I expected when I started playing with this.

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Trespassing

The sun crested the trees, kissing the sky in shades of pink and orange. The backdrop made the fluffy tufts of pines and firs look black by comparison. Shadows from the buildings lengthened and crept toward the spot along the fence where thick bushes provided a nice hide that kept the junior deputy deftly and the county’s most notorious pyromaniac hidden from the not so prying eyes of John Seed’s security forces, who seemed bored out of their skulls. Not that Shakry could blame them at all, walking around that big place in circles would get on his nerves as well.

“You sure we should be doing this, Dep?” Sharky asked for one more time for good measure.

Tayen Quick just glanced over her shoulder at him and lifted one brow. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you get your seatbelt on before I take off.”

“That’s not …” he huffed at her, adjusting his hat. She’d laid out her plan of sneaking onto the ranch without raising an alarm, but he wasn’t good with quiet and understated. It was outside of his wheelhouse.

She chuckled low and lifted the binoculars again. “There’s a patrol that’s so bored he’s even more predictable than the ones who can tell time,” she assured him before lowering the her hands and packing the binoculars away into her haggard pack—it looked like hell but she swore it was reliable and still waterproof. He knew better of course, she’d explained it one night when they were at the marina and someone suggested she grab a new one from the shop.

The deputy was a creature of habit he knew. She had a way for everything.

Well, he recalled with a grin as he studied the shadows creeping across the ranch, almost everything.

Once she adjusted the straps, Sharky handed her the long rifle she usually preferred in situations like this, but that night she slung it instead. That wasn’t a good sign, at least not for him.

She motioned for him to do the same. Crap. In a smooth motion, like a snake she slithered through the tall grass, leaving barely any trace that she’d been there a second before he stepped into her tracks. Each step felt like it took every muscle in his body to keep from giving away their position.

Meanwhile, even within feet of her, Taye could almost disappear in the brush. He felt like he stuck out like the burning bush Pastor Jerome mentioned a few weeks back.

He didn’t realize she’d stopped until he bumped into her. She turned toward him and looked at him with that serious I’m working here look. He shrugged. For a hot second, he didn’t know what to think when she reached out and grabbed his collar. The next second his blood was pounding even louder in his ears as he moaned into her mouth.

“Shh,” she scolded, breaking the kiss. Her forehead pressed against his and her voice barely reached his ears, though he could feel every word sear against his skin. “You got this. Stop over thinking it, babe.”

The grip she had on his hoodie loosened; her fingers smoothed out the green knit as if just her touched could flatten out any wrinkles. Then she patted the sheath on his thigh, a signal. Sharky shifted his hat again, trying to cool down a notch before falling in behind her again. In a series of hand signals, she’d painstakingly tried to explain her plans to him, Sharky moved to where he thought she wanted him to wait for the two men making the rounds near and around the hanger. He’d be in the shadow of the barn, but Taye was better at this sneaky bastard kind of shit.

Scratching his crusty beard, a Peggie strode around the corner of the barn sighing. He’d slung his rifle. That was a plus, Sharky thought. Maybe he wouldn’t fuck this up.

He couldn’t see Tayen, but he didn’t need to. He just waited until the patrol shuffled past him. Biting his bottom lip, Sharky tried to move fast. He lunged at the guy, aiming to get a hand over his mouth to bury the knife in the man’s throat. It might have worked, but he stumbled and the guy got one hand up in time to keep the knife from hitting home. The local pyromaniac did keep the guy from screaming out, but it wasn’t easy.

“Sharky,” he heard over his own scuffling footsteps in the gravelly ground near the hanger. He turned, pulling his new friend off balance enough for them both to stumble.

Thunk!

His wriggling partner seemed to be calming unexpectedly, and Sharky looked down. The dude sprouted a thin silvery blade in the center of his chest. He looked up at Tayen, it’s the only place it could have come from. Unless Jess was hiding in the trees, too. He scanned in that direction just in case. Finally Sharky let the man go, lowering him to the ground.

“Come on,” she ordered and ducked around the backside. Her body pressed against the wall of the wooden structure. With a click, the door opened and she scooted through. He stepped into the hanger behind her.

“Get the front door.” She didn’t seem as concerned about noise now, but they’d reached their objective.

“I still think we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“It’s not his.”

“So, write him a ticket.”

“You’re just still mad because I said no to burning the hangar to the ground.”

He was a little sore about it. Even if the wood was treated with a fire retardant, he could probably still get it to go up. There had to be some fuel around her somewhere. Maybe even something fancy that would make the blaze that much more spectacular, more memorable.

“Get the door and get in!” There was something in her voice that made her glance over at her. “Please.”

His next step faltered. He knew that look. Without an ounce of hesitation, he punched the controls and then rushed back over to the bright yellow plane. She smacked him on the ass as he clamored into the backseat. He hummed, letting his brain turn all upside down reading all sorts of ideas into that touch. She took her seat and started the engine, which sputtered to life under the whine of the door. Either of those sounds would have woken anyone on the ranch, let alone both of them.

He yanked the little window open, and tried to work out the trigonometry needed to get the barrel through enough to properly aim.

“Don’t worry about it,” she yelled as plane started to move. “Won’t matter much in a sec, and you might damage her more than they could.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“Of course, you will.”

He might not be able to hear her chuckling, but he could see it in subtle shift of her shoulders. “I would,” he pouted. A round pinged off the metal. “Shit!”

“Stay down,” she shouted above the revving engine and the whistle of the wind.

Doing just that, Sharky slouched in the seat the few inches of clearance he had. The trimmed, graded stretch of land caused the plane to bump and rumble. A few times he felt that stomach twisting lift, only to bump against the ground once more. The trees raced past, the occasional ping of gunfire sounding over the engine.

“Hell, yes!” Tayen howled, and Sharky felt himself relax in the seat only to realize what that sound meant.

He peeked over the edge of the door and leaned his head back against the seat as a new kind of tension crept through his body. Sharky hated fucking flying. He groaned and tried to not notice any of the landscape racing beneath them as he stared at the ceiling. Trying to melt back into the seat he braced himself between the seat and the metal panel digging into his shin. The Rye’s place can’t be that damn far off. Not when it was a straight shot, right?

#Tayen Quick #Sharky Boshaw #Far Cry 5 #Badger Scribbles #Far Cry Fanfiction #An Arrow for Directness #shallow-gravy

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Fighting together' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Fighting together"

"I'm struggling to make sure that every of my friends will get through this !" Chapter Summary : Yirina is struggling to resist after her & Park's capture by the Perseus Collective as the 'first tests' are beginning soon about her....she needs to stay strong....

To read it on AO3, click here !

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I was back alone in that cell with nothing to do and the only thing I could do right now was to stay sit in that bed, having my eyes looking at the security camera and then looking around, observing the whole emptiness of my cell : an bed, an simple sink, an toilet out of the camera sight and that was it, nothing else. Not even an window was there, this place was surely going to make full crazy, been surrounded by 4 concrete walls and doing nothing while someone is watching me through an camera, I was locked down and I wasn't able to do an thing.

On me, I lost everything that could have help me to know what time is it, knowing only that one day has passed since we were captured. They took away my watch and without any window to take an look outside, it was sure that I will lost the sense of time, not even able to know which hour is it. This place is going to freak me out, I need to stay strong, Bell needs to be acting more even if it's going to be long. I need to stay more strong than before, they maybe want me to suffer but I will try to resist if I can.

As I was lamenting myself about my state, lying down in my bed, the door was making some noises, meaning that someone was opening it to enter my cell, getting my attention and when the door opened, I could see Freya herself, holding an plate in her hands, entering the cell. She was looking strangely good to me...too good to be true.

"What do you want ?" I asked her directly, moving on my bed to sit on the edge of it as she was walking to get in front of me.

"It's time to eat, Bell." She replied in an low voice, handing over the plate and discovering some sweets on it.

"Which time is it ?" I demanded too as I wanted to know about it even if it was maybe minimal for me.

"Almost the evening, come on, eat." She answered, putting the plate on the ground before taking an particular sweets on it to give it to me. "Those were your favorites, Kara-Koum." She explained as I was looking at the sweet.

"Why are you like this ?" I questioned her in an curious tone. "Why I am an important person to you ?" I added, pulling aside her hand.

"Bell..." She breathed in an painful desesperation, looking down but not even removing the sweet from her hand. "I hate to call you like that but I have no choices."

"But, that's my name, remember ?" I made her recall of that, remembering the calls I had with her. "You didn't forget that, didn't you ?" I continued, deciding to get back on lying down on the bed, looking at the ceilling, hands on my chest.

"We are trying to help you." Freya said, getting herself sit on the edge of my bed, next to my legs. "Please, let us help you."

"By locking me down ? By avoiding me to see my friend ? By maybe torturing me ?" I told her in an clear and dark voice, refuting the help she want to propose. "You all have an strange behavior in your group !" I rolled my eyes, even releasing an little silent laugh from my mouth.

"Listen..." She put her hand on my legs and for an first, I wasn't going to rebuke her at all, preferring to stay focused on watching the ceilling. "It's maybe unorthodox but helping you means that we can't allow you to roaming the place like that." She explained.

"I'm an prisoner, nothing important." I whispered, putting my eyes on her face.

"You're important to my eyes, Y-...Bell." She claimed, almost saying my name and her voice, she was sounding to mean it.

"That's why you kissed me on that plane ?" I asked her and her reaction was to look at the camera in shame.

"I knew that they were something wrong at the moment I saw you, that you weren't you." She revealed, thinking about the pain she had the moments after she saw me after these years.

"You almost killed me, you know that ?" I raised my voice, slowly redressing myself to have an better look on her. "My throat took days to recover but that's because we're enemies that you hit me." I added.

"You weren't yourself." She repeated to me, moving her hands to touch my face. "Yiri..." She silently said, feeling her fingers along my skin but instead of staying without moving, I looked away and got my back on the bed again, now facing the wall.

"Go, I want to be alone." I ordered her.

"You didn't even eat." She protested, hearing her taking the plate in her hands.

"I'm not hungry." I don't know why but I lied to her, sensing something wrong in those sweets. "Go now." I repeated again.

"We're helping you, be sure of it." She proclaimed as I heard her put the plate back on the ground. "I'm leaving them in case." She told me before she got up from my bed and then, walking away from it before I could hear the door getting closed, meaning that I was alone....again....

I quickly peaked my head to see if she was really gone, discovering the sweets plate next to my bed and looking back at the camera for an second before I faced the wall again, hiding my face from the camera as tears start to fall from my eyes, feeling the pain to play 'Bell' in here but....I've been playing it since the moment I stepped inside that base. Those tears were reals, it wasn't Bell at all, it was me....I need to stay strong....

As I closed my eyes to have some sleep in here, taking care to not hurt my wounded left arm on the bed, I was thinking of an lot of things before suddenly, I got myself transported....back on that hill....at Solovetsky....wearing my actual outfit. Is this some kind of an dream or an nightmare I'm living right now. I looked around me to discover behind me....myself & Adler himself, holding each other at gunpoint.

It seems that I was like an spectator, seeing that I wasn't even spotted by him & myself...what is happening ?....Then, two gunshots were done : one by me and one by Adler but at the moment the two bullets went to fly in their respectives directions, the world was suddenly like stopped by itself, watching the two detonations of our guns. No more sound, it was like the world stopped at the moment the bullets start to fly.

Then, as I was watching where my bullet that I shot was trying to go, me...myself moved from her position, acknowledging that I was here, no longer an spectator and putting an scare in me.

"You want to know where we hit him right ?" Myself....Bell said to me, getting her own M1911 back in her holstler.

"Uhm...." I was an bit shocked almost falling on my behind on the ground at watching myself....talking to me. "Is...I'm going crazy for sure." I affirmed, looking at my hands.

"We're all going crazy one day." Bell stated as she moved to face the sea and me, stunned and mostly shocked. "I don't know how to feel about that place, what about you ?" She asked me like if she was unaware of everything.

"You just saw it, Adler was going to kill me....us." I corrected myself, wondering if I really had to, she is me and I am her.

"I know but what do you think of here, without thinking of him ?" She repeated again, clarifying her words as I was trying to get myself back to normal.

"I don't know." I replied honestly, slowly moving to get next to Bell. "This place is...calm...peaceful...I don't know." I added, deciding to sit on the edge of the cliff.

"He thought that it would make an good place for us to go away." She suggested, sitting next to me too, watching how I was 3 years ago, an non-existant scar. "He never thought at any second that we wanted to live." She continued, taking an deep breath.

"He took us our chances to have maybe an normal life." I exclaimed, finding it now normal to talk with myself from 3 years ago...Bell.

"Yes." She changed my words, causing me to look at her with curious eyes. "He did succeeded however, he just killed one person here." She breathed away. "Me." She whispered in an low voice. "Bell died that day, not you."

"But I'm talking to you, you're alive...in my head." I wanted to recomfort Bell but she wasn't grinning or pulling out an smile on her face.

"You're playing myself, that's different." She told me, sounding sad & strange and her words did hit me hard. "You thought at first that you were still Bell until your memories of your real life came back." She expressed, not removing her eyes from me. "Everyone around you proclaimed that you weren't Bell anymore."

"I know." I snorted, feeling an tear on my left eye.

"You kept yourself saying that Bell was no more you but there's still something that make you remember that Bell is still in you." She proclaimed, moving her finger to point at my chest.

"I still got his memories in me." I sniffed, thinking about 'my time in Vietnam'. "Am I becoming like him ?" I demanded to Bell who shook her head.

"No, you will never be like him, we're not monsters." She answered clearly, sensing the truth in her voice. "Dying an hero...or living enough to become the villain...."

"Must be what Adler was thinking about us at this moment." I suggested and Bell nodded to me, an little grin on her face.

"Yeah and look where you are now." She told me, looking at my clothes. "Do you think that...Stitch or Perseus will try anything like we suffered ?" She asked me and she was sounding worried & scared.

"I wouldn't want that." I responded, looking down at the sea. "They are maybe going to hurt Park and I don't want that." I claimed loudly.

"We both don't want that, Yirina." She admitted, calling me by our real name. "Jess Blackwell & Yirina Grigoriev are the same person but they both loved Park." She affirmed, smiling as an tear fell from her left eye like me.

"That's not the only common point between me & you." I grinned. "Bell was acting like Yirina...careful, generous and protecting the innocents." I slowly nodded, the tear still present in our both left eyes.

"You're right but Bell doesn't really exist anymore to be honest." She expressed, sadly. "You make me live even if it's painful for you." She said before she got up to slowly return to her original position. "We're maybe going to talk later but now, you have to go back into the real world." She added as she took out her M1911 back in her hand.

"You know that you don't have to do this." I told her, closing my eyes only to think about what will happen.....

"I know but it's the only way to make you live."

I couldn't move myself to avoid that to happen but I closed my eyes when the gunshots occured and them...they did actually wake me up back on that bed, still on the same position, facing the concrete, my eyes still looking dry after having silently cried all night and having lived that troubling moment back on that cliff. Talking to Bell...to myself...I don't know how to really feel about it, it's troubling....

"Still playing the sleeping beauty ?" An voice broke me out of my thoughts, realizing that someone was watching me and when I turned around, I could see Sonya Kuzmin themself, standing up at an few meters from the bed.

"Have you been watching me ?" I asked them, my voice sounding like I didn't drink or eat something like 2 days now.

"No." They simply said, moving their right hand behind their back. "Seems that you didn't drink, listening to your voice, take it !" They told me as they gently throw at me an little bottle of water and even if I was suspicious, I couldn't resist to drink almost all of it. "Damn, you're thirsty as hell."

"I didn't drink for days, Sonya." I exclaimed, putting the bottle aside and passing my hands through my face to clean any traces of water next to my mouth.

"Freya said that you didn't eat last night." They expressed, sounding like worried in them. "You should eat, you know." They suggested, gesturing to the plate that was still there, next to the bed.

"Why are you worried about me ?" I asked them in an curious tone. "That doesn't seems your style, you're mostly rude to be honest."

"Is that an compliment ?" They demanded, crossing their arms to me and I couldn't help myself to smile as they took back my words from last day.

"Maybe..." I raised my shoulders as I finally decided myself to take an sweet in my hands to eat it...only one. "Why are you here by the way ?"

"I was tasked, along with Knight to bring you to the 'first test'." They answered, making me curious.

"The first test ?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"They want you to have an talk with someone." They explained, uncrossing their arms and slowly walking towards me. "Can't tell you but you will know soon."

"And I guess that I don't have any choices ?" They nodded to me, biting their lips.

"Hey, Sonya, I don't have all time to be an fucking guard, move on !" I could hear Knight's voice outside the cell and in fact, he was standing next to the door.

"You heard the man ? Let's move on." They ordered, taking some handcuffs from their pockets as they approach me with it. "Show me your hands." They demanded and I showed my hands to them before they started to handcuff me. "Come on, let's not keep Knight and the other waiting." They breathed before they make me walk with them outside the cell.

It was looking to be my first time out of that cell as I was escorted by Sonya and the irish Knight away to the mysterious place they were bringing me to. I was nonetheless scared to be honest and each time we were passing next to an door, I was wondering where Park could be, fearing about her state and how is she. I just hope that she's okay in this shitty situation...I just want that for her, to be well & okay.

After an little walk inside that long building, also thinking about trying to see through an window to see the light of the day, we were arrived near an door that was kept by Freya & Stitch themselves, awaiting for us. They were looking about that test they are going to make me do, seeing by their faces.

"So, this is my first test !" I muttered, looking at Stitch with eyes that could say that it was stupid as Sonya was unhandcuffing me.

"We're going to see how advanced it is to make an evaluation." Freya explained and I narrowed my eyes, understanding that 'it' was meaning my brainwashing.

"You're going to have an talk with Adler !" Stitch directly said to me, making my eyes go wide....I was really going to talk with Adler himself, he was just behind that door and for real....

"And...what I will talk about with him ? Our capture ?" I asked them.

"Well, we will see how it goes." Stitch told me before he put his hand on the door handle. "Have an good talk, Bell." He scoffed as he opened the door, forcing me to get inside and discovering that it was an interrogation room with an window like an mirror at our side and in the middle of the room....Adler, sitting on an chair next to an table...almost wearing an part of the outfit he use back in that mall.

"Bell, what an pleasure !" He started with an grin on an part of his lips, his jaw almost fully bearded.

"You look like shit, Russ'." I joked about seeing him like that as I slowly moved towards the empty chair in front of him....was he acting in front of them or it was just him been him ?

"See that you didn't lost your sense of humor." He exclaimed, looking at me with great eyes with me sitting on the chair. "I heard that you were captured, an mission that did go wrong, right ?" He questioned me.

"No, we got sold out by Hudson." I replied, feeling the angriness in my voice.

"Hudson sold you out....why ?" He was sounding an bit shocked to hear that.

"Don't know, must be one of the numerous CIA bullshits that I had to face in my life." I said, putting my arms on the table and taking a quick look at myself on the mirror. "What happened to you ?"

"Oh, they're trying to make me suffer like I did to the one-eyed guy." He responded, not even sounding ashamed of it, even breaking an little laught of it. "They're trying but it doesn't work." He affirmed clearly.

"Still thinking about our missions in Vietnam ?" I demanded as he was looking thinkful on his face.

"Yeah, wasn't the easiest days to live." He grinned, stretching his arm around.

"We've been in Vietnam together, we've fought together, we bled together, remember ?" I told him back, having remembered his words to me long ago and he nodded.

"You did remember that well !" He snorted with an smile as in the inside, I wasn't getting happier to have an talk with him, even moving my right arm under the table to clench my fist. "Remember the time you did come out to me after that mission in Khe Sanh ?" I nodded to them, fainting to remember an event that is fake. "You literally told me that you slept with an french nurse an day before." He was really making up an story here and I had to get along it.

"Yeah, it was...I could remember it well." I whispered, slowly nodding.

"But at that time, we got importants things...we had an job to do !" He....he said it again for real this time and my reaction was to close my eyes for seconds, knowing the pain of hearing it, my ears hurting me as echoes of that phrase was heard by me. "You know that." He added as I reopened my eyes.

"Yeah, I fucking know that." I muttered in silence as I got up from my chair. "It wasn't my way, Adler." I started, realizing that...it wasn't Bell talking, that was my real thoughts coming out of my mouth. "You made me participate in that war that wasn't mine."

"It was always for the greater good, kid." He claimed, still hearing him back on that cliff. "If you didn't came in Vietnam, you wouldn't have an big career in the MI6....I made you, Bell." He affirmed.

"You know that you weren't obliged to do that, there were other ways to make me but not that war." I expressed my pain, obliged to still talk about Vietnam, acting like Bell would do. "Did you actually cared for me ? You almost left me to die back there." I pointed in an random direction that wasn't in the window way.

"Bell, it was always for the greater good." He repeated again with an smile, urged to be punched. "And like I told you...it was never personal !" He added, closing my eyes for 4 seconds, realizing that it was too late to back down. "Bell, we have....." He was going to say before I decide to literally jumped over the table, fully decided to punch him.

I wasn't going to contain myself any longer with him in front of him. I threw myself in him, causing him to fall with his chair on the ground before I start to threw punches at his face, wanting him to suffer like I did years ago, like I'm doing right now. Each punch, I was getting more angrier than before. He make me suffer, it was my turn now. He was trying to defend himself with his arms but it was useless as each punch I was making was always in an different places....

"Quick, grab her !" I heard someone shout loudly as the door of the room opened with me still punching Adler until two persons got my hands on me, taking me back from Adler.

"Let me go ! Let me kill that son of an bitch !" I ordered in an rage as Freya & Sonya were in fact the ones to hold me back as Knight was moving to hold Adler back.

"I want to kill that british cunt, let me go, fucking Irish !" Adler was also angry at me as Stitch put himself between the two of us.

"Get her back to her cell and make sure she's okay !" Stitch ordered Freya & Sonya before he start to look at Adler and that Freya & Sonya was dragging me out of the room.

"Calm down." Freya suggested as in me, I was starting to replace my rage by silent cries, starting to cry for real as the two were putting me back into my cell and on my bed.

"Let me kill him..." I demanded but this time, I was mostly crying, almost pleading as I looked around, away from Freya & Sonya sight, the two were like worried about me....

"Freya, what happened ?" Sonya asked to her.

"I don't know but...." She started as she wasn't sure of what she saw in that room, having seen me in an big rage and now, crying inside and outside.....

"Adler did really broke her apart like she was nothing, he will pay for that one day !"

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cw #call of duty cold war #cod #call of duty #cod bell #black ops cold war #yirina grigoriev #fem!bell #helen park

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moonknightly · 4 years

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She’s Not Yours : Poe Dameron x Reader (two)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Excerpt: “His eyes widened at her words, and he couldn’t keep himself from slightly jumping in his seat. Did Jess know? Did Snap tell her? Was she about to reveal it to everyone around the table?”

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol

Part One

Poe had been in a good mood after finally getting you back to his quarters. A really good mood. He had been able to coax you into his sheets with just a simple look, and he had spent the afternoon in a complete and utter state of bliss. He was even more content knowing that you had enjoyed yourself just as much, and that he had made you feel as good as you had made him. He thoroughly enjoyed every second he got to spend alone with you.

But it was later in the night now, and that feeling was completely gone. Gods, he just wanted to be back in his room with you. But he had promised his fellow pilots that he would join them for a drink, and you wouldn’t let him bail. You had practically pushed him out the door, insisting that he leave you alone long enough for you to fix the file he had messed up. But even after he told you that he had staged in, and that he had the original saved, you still made him go. A punishment that he probably deserved for faking, though he didn’t really regret it. If he hadn’t messed with the report, he wouldn’t have gotten to spend the day with you.

He wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation going on around the table. Jess and Snap were sharing stories that he had already heard a hundred times before, and everyone else was listening intently. Well, everyone except Jax, who was glaring at Poe from the other end of the table.

Poe pretended not to notice, not wanting to give the younger pilot the satisfaction. He instead kept his eyes on whoever was talking at the time, nodding his head when he felt appropriate, though his mind continued to wander elsewhere.

He couldn’t help the jealousy that crept its way back into his mind as he sat there, thinking about Jax and thinking about you. Why did you even enjoy being around him? Sure, you were friends with practically everyone, not ever wanting to be mean or turn someone down who seemed to want to befriend you. Maybe it was simply that — you were too nice, and Jax was overstepping his boundaries, using that to his advantage. Maybe you didn’t know how to react, or how to let him down, so you only continued to be friendly, not wanting to start drama with someone you had to work beside on a daily basis.

In fact, now that Poe thought about it, it seemed as if that were exactly it. He recalled many times where you had looked so uncomfortable while talking to Jax, and everytime Poe tried to pull you away, you went willingly and without protesting. You never seemed to be the one to start the conversation, or to seek Jax out. Was it really that simple?

The realization made Poe even angrier, and he hoped it didn’t show.

But he had always been terrible at hiding his emotions, and Jess always jumped at the opportunity to call him out.

“Who shoved a stick up your ass, Dameron?”

Poe glanced towards her, his arms folded firmly across his chest as he slumped in his seat. His cheeks felt hot, and his eyebrows had been furrowed for so long he was starting to get a headache.

“M’fine.”

“That’s a bullshit lie. What, did she not do you good enough?”

His eyes widened at her words, and he couldn’t keep himself from slightly jumping in his seat. Did Jess know? Did Snap tell her? Was she about to reveal it to everyone around the table?

“What?”

“Oh come on, Dameron. If you wanted to be discreet, maybe you should’ve taken a minute to fix your hair. Not to mention your lips are still swollen, too.”

Poe didn’t know what to say, so he only held his breath, hoping that Jess would drop it sooner rather than later. She had to know it was you, there’s no way that she didn’t know. Even Snap seemed to think so as he kept his eyes fixed to the floor, just as nervous.

“Whoever she is, she needs to try harder. You’re not supposed to be angry after sex.”

Poe felt his shoulders relax, just a fraction. He quickly grabbed the glass in front of him, downing the amber liquid, welcoming the warmth that flooded his body as the alcohol moved into his bloodstream. He tore his eyes away from Jess, set on stopping the conversation before it could progress further.

Except he couldn’t drop it, because Jax was staring at him with narrowed eyes, and Poe couldn’t control himself. Jax had to have figured it out, and Poe wasn’t about to let him think that you didn’t leave him completely and utterly satisfied.

“Trust me, if she tried any harder, she’d probably kill me.”

Jax leaned back in his chair, tearing his eyes away from his commander, but Poe kept his gaze set on the other man.

Jess snorted, an almost humorless laugh falling from her lips. “Then why do you look like someone just crashed your X-Wing and kidnapped BB-8?”

Poe smirked, leaning back in his chair once again. He felt bad, talking about you in such a way. But he was determined to finally let Jax know that you weren’t up for grabs.

“Honestly? I’d rather be back in bed with her than be here with you shitheads.”

Most everyone in the group laughed, and his smirk only deepened. Jax was full on grimacing now, jaw clenched as his eyes still didn’t meet Poe’s. He took it as a victory.

But his words had been truthful. He really did wish that he was back in his quarters with you wrapped up in his arms. Holding you was one of his favorite things, and he really just wanted to lay down with you next to him. He wanted to enjoy your company, talk about anything that came to mind. Your schedules had been so busy, he couldn’t remember the last time he had been able to just lay with you.

“Actually, yeah, you know what? I’m out of here. If you need me, don’t come lookin’.”

Poe pushed back from the table and stood, shoving his hands into his pockets as he turned on his heel to leave the room. He heard several of the pilots whistle and holler at him, but he ignored them with a roll of his eyes.

He hadn’t made it very far down the hall when he felt a hand curl itself around his shoulder, and somehow, he knew who it was before he even turned.

“Rhade, if I were you, I’d get your fuckin’ hands off of me.”

“Does it make you feel good to know you fucked my girl first?”

Poe felt a fire ignite in his chest, and he found himself spinning around, grabbing the other pilot’s wrist in the process and holding it tightly, almost positive that his grip would result in Jax’s wrist being sprained.

There was no use in denying anything. Poe had made it obvious that there was something going on between you and him. No use in trying to hide it anymore. Everyone would know come morning, because he was sure Jax would spread the rumor around the first chance he got. And not only that, but he didn’t want to hide it anymore, and he especially didn’t feel the need to defend himself to the other man.

But he did feel the need to defend you.

“She’s not yours.”

Jax pulled his arm free from Poe’s grasp, bringing his other hand to rub at his undoubtedly sore wrist.

“And you really think that she’s yours?”

Poe took a step closer, the vein in the side of his neck starting to poke out through his skin, voice practically coming out as a growl.

“What are you insinuating, Rhade?”

“As if you’re the only person she’s fucking,” the younger pilot scoffed with no hesitation, attempting to roll his eyes, but his back collided with the wall before he even had the chance, and the air was forcefully knocked from his lungs.

Poe might’ve been smaller, but he was stronger.

And there was no way he would ever let someone get away with talking about you in such a way.

“If you ever speak about her like that again, ever, I will send your ass packing so fast,” he started, his face just an inch away from the other man’s, breath hot with anger. “And you’re right, she’s not mine, because she’s not an object. I don’t own her. She doesn’t need a man and fuck am I happy that I’m the man she doesn’t need, but wants. The only man she wants.”

Jax was still sputtering, still trying to gain control of his breathing and still trying to pull enough air back into his lungs. Poe felt a surge of satisfaction wash over him, and he didn’t need an answer to know that he effectively made his point. The small twinge of fear in the other man’s eyes was enough.

Poe dropped him, taking a single step back before shoving his hands into his pockets again, a light smirk playing at his lips.

“And you can forget flying. You’re on desk duty until further notice. Understood?”

Jax only glared, chest heaving and his hands on his knees.

This time Poe wanted an answer.

“Understood?” he asked again, voice laced with venom and an underlying threat.

The other pilot, or rather former pilot, because Poe had really meant “indefinitely” rather than “until further notice”, looked as if he was going to remain silent again, but after a moment, he nodded, lips curling in a grimace.

“Yes sir.”

Poe’s smirk deepened, and it didn’t fade for even a second as he walked back to his quarters, back to you.

It didn’t fade as he kissed you, as he pulled you back onto the mattress, back into a night full of bliss and passion.

And it was still there the next morning, when he walked into the hangar holding your hand, not caring who saw, but especially loving it when Jax did.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #star wars #tros #tlj #tfa #sw #poe dameron fanfiction #star wars fanfiction

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nimsajlove · 3 years

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Moments (VI/VI)

Not happy with this, but I don’t have anything better at the moment. Might delete/change it in the future.

Brothers-AU Ao3

Part V , Part I

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"Has either of you two seen Fives?", asked the Togruta and bent down to the two figures that were hanging under her starfighter. Hevy growled a no as he tugged on one of the weapons system cables. The buzz-droids had taken the ship apart, and she would have squeezed herself underneath if the last campain hadn't brought a whole bunch of paperwork to her desk. Jesse pulled his fingers out of what must have been the navigation system and crawled out from under the fighter. "No, not for hours.", he stated and whistled R7 over to him, the astromech rolled over eagerly. Cursing, Ahsoka straightened up again, it was nothing new that the ARCs did not show up for a while. Sometimes, if Ahsoka remembered, she hadn't even run into Echo and Fives for days. But it never happened that they were unavailable! And since so much had happened, it worried the Jedi that Fives was nowhere to be found. "Comlink?", Jesse asked as he disappeared under the ship again, Ahsoka folded her arms in frustration. "Of course not, otherwise I wouldn't be here!", she hissed and she heard the two clones chuckle softly. Great, now she are being made fun of too! "I'll go and keep looking.", she muttered and turned around. She left the hangar with quick steps, cursing softly and clenching her hands into fists over and over again. Where was he? There was only limited space on the cruiser!

With a knot in her stomach she glanced into the canteen for the second time, nothing. She also rattled all the other rooms again, without success. She ran into Kix again. He saw her glowing gaze and shook his head before turning back to work. Growling, she hurried on and stopped again at the quarters. There was a yawning emptiness and sighing, she sat down on her bunk. Annoyed, she tapped her comlink. "Get your ass over here.", she growled and wanted to drop back to simmer in her anger when the device chirped softly. "Yes sir.", the answer rang out clearly and briefly she stared at her wrist perplexed, somehow she had not expected an answer and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the door slid open and the wanted soldier entered. Immediately she was on her feet again, staring at him. "Where have you been?", she growled and sat up in front of her brother, the difference in size was insignificant compared to before. “I was looking for you! What do you think of just…” Her own anger, relief and worry suffocated her and she broke off. She slapped his chest with the back of her hand, demanding an answer. "Sorry, I needed a quiet place.", Fives replied and although his voice was loud and clear, the Jedi hesitated. There was that tremor, not just in his voice. Her gaze slid quickly over the clone and she registered his trembling fingers. As soon as her anger had come, she let go of him. There was no point in making things worse now.

Taking a deep breath, she released the emotion and turned to the next one, worry. Gently she reached out a hand and placed it on Fives arm, the trembling subsided and slowly she raised the other hand, there were remains of tears on his face and carefully she wiped them away. "I'm sorry.", she muttered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Of course there was a good reason why he hadn't been available. She thought hard, was a certain date today or was it something else? The hug was returned firmly before they broke apart and Fives sighed once before smiling. "Yesterday at the medbay... he would have had some funny comments for it.", he explained and Ahsoka understood. Yes, sometimes it was hard to block out the voices of people who weren't there anymore. "Yes, he would have.", she smiled weakly and was deeply disappointed not to have noticed the uproar in her brother earlier! She wanted to say something, but her comlink gave a small beep and she sighed before answering. "What's up?", She asked and heard Hevy cursing loudly in the background while Jesse laughed. “Unfortunately I have to steal these two mechanics. Your paperwork is with me, finish your fighter yourself.", Rex reported on the other end and she had to smile, Fives raised his eyebrows. "Hevy got stuck?", he asked and now the captain couldn't hold back the chuckle. "Yes, a flap crushed his hand." Ahsoka laughed freely, as long as it was only that! Tomorrow that would be history again. "It's okay, I'll go and do it myself.", she agreed and cut the connection. It was nice, to be able an tinker around a bit for herself! Before she left, she paused again. “Is really everything alright?”, she asked, looking at Fives, a smile lighting up his face. "Yes, for now." She smiled, reassured, and then grabbed his arm. "Come on then, I need someone to fix the weapon system with me."

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The Jedi twisted, grumbling, but couldn't get hold of her opponent. Hevy laughed and hastily dragged his hand out of her reach as she bared her teeth and craned her head. She bit into the air and had to laugh, puffing herself, she was sure that she could throw the clone away with ease. But she had promised him a fair training fight, which unfortunately excluded the Force for her. Cursing, she tried to throw herself on her back again, the answer came in the form of an elbow in the back of her neck. Her stomach went sick. "Get off.", she growled softly and he laughed, she wanted to laugh too... Cold spread from the point on her neck, so often she had been touched at this point in countless battles. Droids, bounty hunters... A tingling, numb feeling ran through her arms and panting, she pressed her forehead against the mat below her. She took a quick breath, recalling old lessons. But letting go was anything but easy! "Get off me!", she gasped, her arms still tense. "Vod’ika?", Hevy asked confused, otherwise she never withdrew from a fight with him. She heard the clones watching muttering and the pressure in her stomach turned to nausea. "Now, please.", she pressed out and suddenly the weight was gone, in fact she could no longer feel her brother near her. He seemed to be moving away, and words were exchanged quietly as she pulled her legs under her body, her forehead still pressed to the floor and her eyes closed tightly. The images faded quickly, the noises and the fine tingling in her limbs did not.

It could only have been a few seconds, she was sure that her feelings were playing tricks on her! Someone came up to her and squeezed her hand with three fingers, a gasp escaped her and the pulsation in the fingers, which were no longer part of her hand, stopped. However, when she was grabbed by the shoulders and moved into a more upright position, she choked briefly, then she had her stomach under control again. "Shall I get Kix?" The quiet question grounded her and blinking, she opened her eyes, took a deep breath against the nausea and then shook her head. The other troopers where gone. "No, I’m okay.", she mumbled and rubbed her temples, a headache was starting to build up. Great! For the first time since she got Echo back, her body immediately resisted a sparring. She was no stranger to this reaction, but it was not at all welcome. It was annoying! She just wanted to have a great time with Hevy and- A hand on her forearm interrupted her thoughts and she looked up, Hevy seemed worried. "I'm sorry.", she sighed, clenching her mangled hand. The clone shook his head, a sound of protest already on his tongue. "No, I'm sorry! I should have known that you are not doing much better than most of us.", he explained hastily, his hand still on her arm and sighing, Ahsoka leaned against the warmth. That was good, droids weren't warm! "I'm your Jedi, of course I should be better.", she muttered and snorting, Hevy got up, she grabbed his offered hand and let herself be pulled to her feet. "At least we're in this together?", he smiled thinly and tapped his temple, a shaky smile pulling the corners of her mouth up. She nodded, yes. In the nightmares and this war they were all stuck, but at least together.

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Ahsoka rubbed her arms distractedly, the goosebumps didn't go away and she shivered and glanced outside. She was up here on the bridge, and far below was Coruscant. She was still trying to get the dark clouds out of her head, she didn't want to worry any more men. Bad enough that she apparently infected Jesse with her unease for a short time! The ship was slowly turning its back on the planet, but every inch of it took away the dull feeling in her stomach and made her breathe a little easier. "Then lets get going, we still have work to do!", she smiled as best she could in the group on deck and general amusement answered her. After all that Fives had revealed to her and his brothers so quickly, all of her men were more than excited to finally get away and be among themselves again. It was strange when she ordered the jump into hyperspace. It wasn't until they actually moved that most of her bad feelings disappeared. She hoped, it was just because she had almost lost Fives in this town!

They were in hyperspace, she lingered on the bridge for a few seconds and let the feeling of being away from the temple again sink in. Then she took a deep breath, she should check on Fives! With great strides she turned around and set off. She didn't got far, half way she ran into Kix and Rex. "I would leave him alone.", Kix suggested and she paused briefly, had something happened? But she couldn't read any unrest in the eyes of the two clones, her shoulders relaxed a little. "He's sleeping?", she asked then, and relief flooded her when Rex nodded. "Go eat something, he won't run away.", he smiled, even if it was overshadowed by a bitter undertone. Well, there wasn't really anything else to do... At the thought of the canteen, her stomach suddenly growled loudly and demanding, her two brothers laughed and she smiled, then continued on to the canteen.

It wasn't particularly crowded in the hall; most of the soldiers took advantage of the start of the journey to get a little sleep. The last few days hadn't really let anyone rest. So she was mildly surprised when she spotted Droidbait. He had shadows under his eyes and his chin in one hand. His eyes were closed, he seemed to be dozing as Ahsoka approached and slid silently onto the bench across from him. He swayed a little, mumbled something unintelligible, and went back to sleep, she suppressed a giggle. She began to eat quietly, he had earned some sleep and she could imagine that he didn't want to disturb Fives. There was silence for a few minutes, it was pleasant after all the noise and fear. She was just putting the next bite in her mouth when Droidbait twitched, swayed, and his head almost fell on the table. Immediately he was wide awake and looked around frantically. "Slept well?", she asked and smiled, he groaned in agony and rubbed his face with both hands. He still had his gloves on, she couldn't remember if he'd taken off his equipment in the last 48 hours. "Hey General.", he mumbled back and put his arms on the table, he looked so tired! Droidbait wasn't the type of clone, to get stuck in a feeling for a long time. She hadn't seen him so drained since Umbara and it pissed her off. She wanted to help her brothers. “Maybe you should get some more sleep? In your bunk?”, she suggested, he shook his head heavily. “Don't want to wake him up. Hasn't been sleeping particularly deeply since the thing with Echo and Cutup is keeping watch anyway. It’s my turn in...” He looked at the clock. "five hours.", he muttered, though he didn't seem to be grieving about the plan. She could understand the Dominoes, a part of them was already missing without Echo and they wanted to protect Fives as well as they could. So… “One more reason for you to get some sleep. Come on.", she smiled and got up, her ration consumed and her own limbs heavy.

"Leave it, vod’ika. The table was cozy enough.”, joked Droidbait, but got up and followed her. She looked at him briefly as he tucked his helmet under his arm. The plaster from his head had disappeared, all that was left was a fine scar that was as good as invisible. Then she turned around and together they strode through the corridors to her private quarters. She'd only slept with her brothers for years, but she couldn't tear the bed out of this room. Even if it was only her study, she would still be able to accommodate Droidbait. Without hesitation, he threw himself on her unused bunk and sighed deeply. His face sagged forward and with a distinct click the helmet tumbled to the floor. Oh dear. Giggling, she picked it up and placed it on her desk before leaning over her brother and shaking his shoulder. "Take that stuff off, come on." She still giggled, avoiding a hand as he grumbled and struck at her blindly. She shook him again. "Come on, otherwise I'll have to take your sabacc cards.", she threatened and he sat up cursing. "Okay! Are you happy now!", he growled and began to open the buckles. Finally only in his blacks, he sank back into the bunk and rubbed his face once more with his now bare hands. "I'm sorry.", he muttered then, shaking her head Ahsoka sat down on the floor and leaned against the bunk, one hand landed between her montreals and warmed her comfortably. “Oh it’s okay, just sleep. I'll wake you up when you have to switch with Cutup.” She couldn't prevent everything, but at least now she could take care of one of her brothers.

#star wars #clone wars #brothers-au #ahsoka tano #clone trooper hevy #clone trooper fives #clone trooper droidbait #arc trooper fives #still frustrated

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(A 3AM Update) A True Gentleman, Chapter 19 - Taking back her life

A/N: Hi guys, Chapter 19 is up! Some lighthearted comedy here and there too. Not really much of a plot device, but we're approaching how to handle the reality of Diana's situation as she tries to take her life back. Tell me what you think in the comments below, and Enjoy reading!

NINETEEN

Taking back her life

Diana looked at the dating app on her phone and read the exchange of messages with her date. After the first time, in a long time, she was finally going out on a 'date'.

The guy who she had been chatting with seemed kind enough. In fact, she had chatted with him for a few weeks before even deciding to go out with him. She definitely does not want some asshole. Once bitten, twice shy. She has learned her lesson after all the years of being in an abusive relationship.

Again, sadly, she left the house through her bedroom window, not wanting to see Isaac. It had been weeks since they have seen each other. The only thing she heard was his voice and the sound of his footsteps around the house. In fact, he tried knocking on her bedroom door, only to be met with silence. She had been pretending to not be around for some time now, and the only time she talked to him was through phone messages, telling him that she had already paid the rent.

His attempts of communicating further were also met with silence on the other side of the line. If he was lucky, she would give him a late response as she was determined to cut herself from him emotionally.

**********

When Diana arrived at the place that she and her date agreed upon, she saw the open park theatre filled with orchestra musicians, packing their instruments. It appears that they had just finished their rehearsals.

She looked to her side, and there on one of the benches, seated, was a handsome man, reading through countless music sheets. She walks in his direction and clears her throat to get his attention.

"Maestro... I'm Diana Rutherford..."

**********

It was a funny reason why Diana had agreed on this date in the first place. First of all, it wasn't for something romantic. Her date is actually a music executive, composer and orchestra director who went to the dating app, only to find a replacement singer who can sing opera in alto-soprano for a small formal charity benefit to be held at the park. Second, she needed someone to talk to, and he and she happen to get along well. Nothing more.

Diana, with opera training, and whose voice happens to fall under alto-soprano, agreed, with a bit of hesitation, of course, thinking if this was legit or not. Furthermore, there was a promise of payment, which made her finally give in. Taking on a part-time job was not so bad after all, especially that she needed some extra funds.

"Uhhmmm, how do I address you?" was her first question. Of course, she knows his name. An epitome of tall, dark and handsome, he carried this air of quiet respect. So she wanted to be polite.

"By my name would be great" was his reply, accompanied with a disarming smile.

" Alright, Aedan... " she cleared her throat and sat up straight.

"Well, I'm just curious, what were you doing in the app with a fake profile? You don't look like you needed to do that" he states, seeing that she was nothing like the way she describes in her profile.

"I was looking for someone to date... no erase that, I was hoping for someone to talk to... the app was a convenient tool, especially, with the anonymity that the internet provided, but then I found you and that weird ad/ profile of yours." was her straight and honest answer.

He laughs at how honest she was. "Can't you afford a therapist? " he asked playfully.

" I can, but I can't afford to book a session with him every day... that will drain my funds" she reasons, and he chuckles at how direct yet funny she sounded.

"Don't you have friends?"

"Of course! I have friends! But..."

"But?"

"But I can't possibly worry them enough and stress them out. I can't be dependent on them for everything. There are also some things I can't discuss with them, you know? there are limits..."

"Like how you had been in love with their father for a long time?" he adds, remembering that she mentioned this to him before when they chatted in the app.

" Yep... see how that sounds like? 'Daddy Issues'. I mean I do admit, I have that. I will definitely get disowned by my friends if those issues come to light..." she sighs. "Oh, by the way, where are your other singers? and why did you have to find a singer using the dating app?" she adds.

He sighs, " One is currently busy with her children, a few of them preparing for their final papers, the others are currently overseas, travelling, no one is available on the date of the performance..."

"Oh... yes, that is a problem..." she nodded in agreement. " But why the app? It's unconventional..." she reasons.

He laughs " It's unconventional, but it was fast and it worked! I found you! You do realize that the app isn't only about dating!" he says, referring to the 'social' part where you find people or groups of like-minded people.

"Err... so do you plan to continue dating ?"

"No... I've deleted the app,"

"Ha? But why?"

"I didn't like some messages I've received from some..." he said, shaking his head and feeling the hair on the back of his head, stand. It creeped him out just remembering those inappropriate messages.

"Well... I can only imagine..." she said, understanding that he must've received some 'thirsty' messages that anyone will be uncomfortable reading, due to how attractive he is.

"Why did you click my profile?"

" Well... obviously, I swiped right because you're an attractive man... you look like a clean-cut version of 'Ross Poldark', other than that, I would have not talked to you, if not for what you've written in your bio."

" I like your honesty!" he declares and threw his head back laughing.

"Thank you..."

"Did you really have opera training?" he asked, still in doubt.

"Yes, I started during the sixth form, my grandmother sent me to lessons to build my confidence and voice...It even became my elective back in university... Then I joined choirs, sang oratorios... so on and so forth... I sang with the choir in church and there were times I sang part-time as a soloist in some events. I enjoyed those times, "

" What made you stop? Singing I mean?"

"I... I..." she paused for a moment, finding a clear way to explain what happened. " I got into a relationship... "

"Let me guess... he was either possessive or abusive?" he guessed, already knowing which was it.

"Both actually... he didn't like me being looked at when I sang... I guess he wanted the audience to close their eyes during a song..." she recalls, remembering the incident with her ex, Jesse.

Aedan laughed and nodded in agreement. Hearing such situations wasn't new to him. He had a few incidents before where a soloist came to a rehearsal with a black eye. Abusive people demand the victim's attention solely focused on them, and try to cut off the victim from the activities they love.

"I do hope you are no longer with that man... I don't want another soloist coming to a rehearsal unable to sing properly because she is injured... don't get me wrong, I may want the performance to be perfect, but I do care for people, and I do feel the pain when I see such situations..."

"Yes... don't worry, I've broken up with him a long time ago," she assured.

"Good!" he exclaims and after a while, remembers something and looks at his watch. "Rehearsals resume in an hours time. Let's have lunch, and we will test your voice later"

**********

"What made you want to sing again? If I may ask?" Aedan said, waiting for the orchestra to return to their seats.

"It's just... I want my life back, Aedan... I just want to go back to what I used to be" was her answer, and he understood.

"Alright..." Aedan taps his baton on the podium, signalling everyone that they were about to start rehearsal. He calls in another person, and another man enters the stage.

"Diana, this is Max, your duet, Max, this is Diana, your new partner!" Aedan introduces.

Diana looked at Max and her mouth hung agape in admiration. if Aedan is handsome, so is Max! Tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome, bearing a fleeting resemblance to Hugh Jackman. She smiled, and giggled to herself, thanking her lucky stars for being surrounded by handsome men today. This would definitely be a good step to move on.

"Diana," Max stretches his hand out for a handshake and she gives them a tight squeeze, whilst smiling like a schoolgirl at him.

"You can ogle at him later, all you want, if you pass the 'audition', Diana!" Aedan teased, earning him a grimace from her. He chuckled at her reaction but quickly asked her to stand straight and get ready for vocal warm-ups.

Aedan sits adjacent to the grand piano and plays the keys for the duet to warm up. After the vocal warm-ups, he goes back to his podium and the orchestra sat in position.

"We have a tradition in this group, every time there is a new singer... as a welcome, she is to sing-" Aedan waves his baton and the began to play the introductory part of the song 'Libiamo ne' lieti calici' which was followed by Max baritone voice, singing the first verse and turning to Diana with a smile.

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"How appropriate," she smiled, knowing that it was quite a welcoming song and felt the excitement in her heart to sing once again. And when her turn came, she took a deep breath and without hesitation and care of the possibility of singing out of tune, she gave it her all.

When the song was about to close, the orchestra plays increases their tempo, so as the two duets and then together, they hit the high note with their voices, closing the brindisi.

Diana catches her breath, it was definitely a struggle for her to hit the note, how long has it been since she sang? Years. However, she was met by applause by the orchestra musicians, her duet partner, and the director, Aedan, which came to her as a surprise, because she knew she didn't hit every note right.

"Welcome to the group, Diana!" Max smiles, giving her a squeeze in her hand.

"Thank you, Max!" was her response.

"Welcome to the group, Diana! you've missed a note here and there, but I believe that can be improved with practice" Aedan says, as he approaches. The way he said 'practice' already scares her.

**********

"Oh, my, my, Diana! you are glowing, recently!" Mrs Chambers greets Diana as she goes back to her reception area after lunch.

"Thank you! But what do you mean glowing?" she asked, a little bemused.

" You lively! Happier?! no longer gloomy liked you used to be, no offence" was Mrs Chambers direct answer.

"None taken..." she smiles, knowing that Mrs Chambers has a point. She looked like a pale, gloomy flower.

"Is this a new skincare? beauty routine? activity, a new man?"

Diana laughed at the last part of what Mrs Chambers said. "No, unfortunately, not a man... It's probably because of having clarity of the mind now," she said, knowing that Mrs Chambers was also aware of the past depressing incidents that she had gone through.

"I am glad for that!" Mrs Chambers smiles at her.

Earning the clarity of the mind was one of the things Diana was grateful for. Especially now that she was trying to take her life back.

She looks at her schedule on her phone. On Thursday evenings, she takes JUDO classes, and on Friday evening and Saturday afternoon were rehearsals and additional training with Aedan. He wasn't kidding when she told her how strict he is. Heck, he knows when one didn't practice the song. There was a wee bit of regret in her for agreeing to take JUDO classes and joining the orchestra as one of their singers, especially now that she had to follow strict discipline. But gratefulness, enjoyment, and the contentment it gave her overweighs the regret.

**********

Diana enters the restaurant and looks around for Aedan. He told her that they would meet at this restaurant which was, near her office, before they head for practice.

She smiles and waves at him, upon seeing him seated at a table near the window. He smiles back and waves at her to come over.

"Hello, Aedan"

"Good Afternoon, Diana! I sure do hope you practised the song."

"Ahehehe... I did!..."

He narrows his eyes on her.

"I swear I did!, though it was a struggle, I made sure I did, every day! In full voice!" she says in her defence.

Aedan laughs. "Don't worry, I understand, you don't want your 'crush' to hear you singing! By the way, do you still leave the house using your bedroom window?"

She looks at him sheepishly and that look she gave was enough to answer his question.

He throws his head back laughing. "Oh, Diana! How are you going to leave the house on the day of the performance? Do you want me to rescue you from the tower and fight the dragon?" he teased.

"What the heck! Aedan! Dr. Skovgaard isn't a dragon!"

"I never said that!" he says, hand up in surrender, still laughing.

"Diana?!" a familiar voice calls her name, she looks around to find Allegra seated at the nearby table.

"Allegra!" she greets, a little nervous, as if she was a little girl caught in a misdeed.

"You're here! I haven't seen you in a long time! Look how glowing you are!" Allegra says, echoing the same thing Mrs Chambers had said and gives her friend a tight embrace. "You wouldn't join us for dinner, what have you been up to?!" was her next question.

"Ahehehe..."

However, before Diana could think of an answer, Allegra turns her attention to Aedan. She looked at him suspiciously which made Diana nervous.

"And may I know who is this? care to introduce me to your new friend?"

"This is Aedan, Aedan, this is Allegra, my best friend..." she introduces, and Allegra immediately takes the seat beside Diana, still looking at the man suspiciously.

Aedan beams at her and stretches out his hands, offering Allegra a handshake, which she took.

"Hi, I'm Aedan McInnes... Diana's date" he says, followed by his disarming smile. Knowing that Diana didn't want to tell anyone of her current activities.

"What?!" Allegra's eyes widened in shock. "Since when? You've never told us anything, Diana!" she says, turning to Diana.

"Oh! it's just recent! I didn't want to tell anyone because everything happened just recently! Plus, I didn't want to worry you, also... Aedan's a great guy!" she reasons and gives the grinning man a quick glare.

"I see... well... Of course, I'd be worried about you, and Aedan, what do you do?" was the beginning of Allegra's interrogation.

" I am a music producer," was his reply, which is part of the truth.

Diana sighs, as the interrogation continued.

**********

"Out of many things you could think of! Aedan! you told Allegra, that you're my date..." was the first thing that came out of Diana during the rehearsal break. They were almost late for rehearsal because of it. "We barely made it out of there!"

However, the only reply Aedan gave was a hearty laugh. "Tell me, Diana, what are you exactly worried about? By right, we are not doing anything wrong,"

She paused for a moment and thought about it. What was she worried about " I... I don't know... Dr Skovgaard finding out?" the reason just carelessly slipped out of her lips.

"Aha!" Aedan exclaimed, causing Diana to jolt in surprise.

"What?"

" You're worried about your crush finding out!" he declares.

" Wait...what? I said that?! I-"

"Diana, look, you should not worry, in fact, you should be glad! If your Dr Skovgaard reacts, then it means he cares for you!"

"Of course, that man cares for me! I told you he sees me as his daughter! "

"Uh, uh , uh, that will depend on how he reacts!" he adds, making her a little hopeful. However, she knew that it was impossible.

**********

It was a Sunday when Allegra met her father for brunch. She excitedly jogs upon the small staircase that led to the front door of the restaurant. She had been wanting to tell her dad what she had recently found out.

"Woah... Allegra, what is all this excitement about?" was the first thing Isaac said to his daughter, the moment she arrived at their table, looking a little too excited. He chuckles and calls for the waiter, thinking that it was some sort of good news.

"Guess what I've found out yesterday dad!" her tone and expression turning into 'worry'.

"What is it?"

" Ross Poldark! he's dating her!!" Allegra declares. Describing how Aedan, her friend's date yesterday, has a fleeting resemblance to the character.

"Wait... what? " was his reply, unable to comprehend what his daughter was saying.

" Diana is dating again!!" she declares, clearer this time.

Isaac's expression changes from 'worry' to something darker. Which his daughter didn't notice as she continued telling what she found out.

A/N: I probably made some grammatical errors here and there, so I'd do some soft editing from time to time. Why do you think Isaac's expression darkened? tell me what you think in the comments below.

Also;

Brindisi - is a drinking song.

A number of Opera Singers / Choral Singers / Soloist / Orchestra Musicians have day jobs.

My face claims were; Aidan Turner and Hugh Jackman for Aedan and Max (Because Hugh can sing). I also want to assure you, they're not rivals of Isaac, but plot vouchers for the next chapters. These characters are there to give clarity and support to Diana.

#A True Gentleman #Mads Mikkelsen #Mads Mikkelsen Fan Fic #Mads Mikkelsen FanFic #Mads Mikkelsen Fan Fiction #Mads Mikkelsen FanFiction #Mads Mikkelsen x OFC #OFC #Doctor! Mads #MissIronLady #MSILWRITES #MissIronLadyIW

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Found you (chapter two)

Bad Batch arc retelling (sort of) | Fives lives AU

Also on AO3

Chapter 1

Fives hates waiting, especially in these kinds of situations. They should be rescuing Echo, but all they can do now it to wait around until they get permission like some kind of kids!

The idea of leaving alone comes to mind, but even if he manages to reach Skako Minor - that’s where Echo’s signal came from - what could he do against entire squadrons of droids? They’re about to mess with the Techno Union, which means that things are going to get ugly. No, as much as he hates admitting it, he needs everyone, even the Shebs Batch.

The only problem, now, is that Rex has somehow disappeared. Where’s the Captain now? He doubts he’s in his quarters - why would he be there of all places? - but he can’t find him anywhere.

A hand plants itself on his shoulder, forcing him to stay still and stop pacing.

“You’re going to burn a hole in your boots if you keep up like that,” Jesse says, “Just calm down.”

“I am calm,” Fives snaps back. He hates when people tell him to calm down; if anything, they only succeed in irritating him more. He tries to pull his shoulder free, but Jesse’s hold is too strong.

“You really are not,” he says, which is rich coming from him of all people. Jesse has never exactly been a paramount of patience.

Seeing the worry in his brother’s eyes, Fives’ aggressive stance deflates.

“Look, I just want to be over with this part,” he says, “We should’ve moved already.”

“I know, but it’s not like we can do whatever we want. There are strategies to be made.” Fives hates this kind of reasoning because it’s so cold: it makes war look like more like a series of calculations than the gruesome affair that it actually is. Still, Jesse is right - for once - but this doesn’t mean that Fives has to be happy with it, hence the pacing and the death stares; he’s sure he’s scared shitless a few shinies that have tried to approach him. He should apologize to them, but they really had picked a very bad time to bother him.

“Hey,” Jesse calls him then, a smirk on his face, “If you’re looking for a way to pass time, why don’t we play some sabacc? Want to steal more credits out of you.”

“So you admit that was stealing!” Fives exclaims, playfully shoving his vod, “Besides, now I know your tricks. You won’t fool me this time,” he adds with a confidence that makes Jesse chuckle.

“We’ll see…”

Thankfully for Fives’ credits, they’re stopped by captain Rex before they can make their way to the barracks.

“Captain, where were--”

“We have no time for that, Fives,” Rex interrupts him, “We’re leaving.”

Fives still doesn’t understand if they’ve actually gotten clearance to depart or if general Skywalker is doing as he pleases - it wouldn’t be the first time. In the end, it doesn’t matter, as long as they get to Skako Minor and rescue Echo.

He’s not entirely comfortable with the idea of having left Jesse behind, but general Kenobi and general Windu are going to need all the help they can and Jesse is one of the best. Whatever happens, he’ll surely make it out alive, or at least Fives hopes so. He really doesn’t want to lose another brother…

“Did you hear what he said? Does it mean he knows?”

“Sir, I really have no idea--”

Those are clearly the general and the captain’s voices that Fives is hearing as he makes his way to the ship’s main corridor. A glance is enough to confirm this theory: general Skywalker and captain Rex seem to be having a heated conversation. What are they talking about?

“Did you snitch on me, Rex? Were you the one who told Obi-Wan?” Skywalker accuses, making Rex spout indignantly at the idea that he would betray his trust like that. If nobody intervenes, things might escalate, which prompts Fives to walk up to them.

“Sirs, is there something wrong?” he asks, feigning innocence, like he hasn’t accidentally heard part of their conversation.

There’s a moment of pause, then the two look at each other.

“It’s nothing, Fives,” Anakin says then, leaving his previous position to do who knows what - probably going to speak with Hunter.

“What was that about?” Fives asks once he and Rex are alone. General Skywalker is known for his temperament, but there are only few things that would set him off even against Rex, and one of these things are…

“Was this about him and Senator Amidala?”

“General Kenobi finally snapped and made it clear that he knows.” Ah, so that’s what happened.

Skywalker and Amidala. They’re the worst kept secret in the whole GAR. The only way the Jedi Council hasn’t approached the general about this yet is probably because they think that looking the other way is the best solution which, in the end, might’ve been true: all this talk about attachments, and yet Skywalker, the Jedi who you could say has the most attachments, hasn’t turned on them, not even when the Chancellor tried to persuade him to his side by using his fear of losing his loved ones. If he had cracked, things would’ve gone very differently and Fives doubts he’d even be alive to tell the tale. Who knows.

It’s also true that Palpatine didn’t really get much time to talk before being shot from behind - he probably wasn’t expecting the Guard to turn on him, but Fox looked particularly smug when he took the shot. He had underestimated the clones, and this is what ruined him. A fitting end.

Before Fives’ thoughts can wander even more, Rex recalls him to attention.

“We should regroup with the others,” he says and, as always, he’s right.

“Yes, sir. Let’s go.”

They land into a storm. Just their luck.

Thankfully Tech is skilled enough to make them land safely. It was still a better landing than when the general flies.

“Nice job vod,” Five mutters, giving Tech’s shoulder a nice pat. Out of all the Bad Batchers, he’s the one he likes the most.

Tech seems surprised by such familiarity coming from him, but apart from looking at him like he’s seen a ghost, he doesn’t comment on it except from an awkward “thank you”.

And now, let’s see what kind of banthashit they’ll have to deal with now.

So long the General has only being kidnapped and rescued. Basically, nothing new.

If things keep going this way, maybe they’ll be done by the end of the day with only a few things majorly blowing up. Nothing Fives hasn’t experienced already.

These Poletecs are adamant on not wanting war on their planet, and to be frank, Fives can’t exactly blame them. Still, they’re here not to bring war but to save a brother, so if they’ll have to fight in order to do it, he won’t hesitate.

Tech’s the one that comes to the rescue again, thanks to his technology. An immediate translator like that would be mighty useful to have - how many times did Fives try to flirt with somebody at 79, only to find out they don’t speak the same language? Not that it usually isn’t that much of a problem, but still it would be something nice. Maybe if he asks kindly Tech would build one for him too?

At least now they’ve gotten safe passage, and from what Fives has understood, they’re even going to take them to Purkoll? Talk about lucky.

It would’ve been nice if they could help out more, but Fives supposed they can’t exactly ask much out of them. They’ll have to make do with that little they have.

Fives cracks his knuckles and adjusts the helmet on his face. Time to put his ARC training to use.

Everything was going great… until it doesn’t anymore. Tech has lost Echo’s signal, and that small hope they all felt is beginning to get overshadowed by doubt again, not for Fives, though, and not for Rex. Fives’ glad that the captain is backing him up as he keeps telling them that something must’ve happened and that they need to hurry up.

Then Crosshair opens his mouth.

“You feelings are getting in the way because you left him for dead at the Citadel.”

Fives blood begins to boil. He remembers that moment too vividly - there hasn’t been a day that he hasn’t thought about that. The General’s voice echoes in his head, the continuous screams and the “we have to keep going!”. He takes his first step towards Crosshair.

“We wouldn’t have if he had a choice! We couldn’t--”

“Oh, I don’t blame you, I would’ve left him for dead too.” Fives swears, this guy-- “Besides, he’s just another reg.”

Just another reg...

Anger takes over Fives. This time he doesn’t even try to rebuttal, he just throws himself at Crosshair with all his weight, making them tumble along the hill.

He’s been wanting to punch this asshole’s face since he first laid his eyes on him, and now he finally can. If he wasn’t so angry he would’ve smirked hearing his pained noises, but he’s too busy punching him to care.

“You don’t know what we’ve been through! You don’t know!”

Even as Crosshair tries to break free, there’s little he can do against Fives’ superior strength. ARC training really paid off.

Then he feels someone pulling him up, and as he tries to pull away, he recognizes Wrecker’s voice telling him to take it someone not his size. As if he’s afraid of him.

“Put him down!” Rex shouts at him, shaking him so that he loses his grip on Fives, who lands on the ground but gets up immediately, ready to throw down again. Wrecker’s attention, however, has moved to Rex; he clearly hasn’t appreciated the way his captain interfered, even though he had been the first one to put himself into a fight that didn’t concern him. It doesn’t matter, Fives can take care of him too.

“You’ll be a lot smaller when I’m through with you!” Rex shouts, maintaining the aggressive stance towards Wrecker. Fives has rarely seen him lose his cool like this and he almost wishes Jesse was here to witness it - he’ll just have to tell him when they come back. Still, it’s nice of his captain to stand up for him, especially against these assholes.

“That’s enough!”

General Skywalker’s voice echo with not exactly rage, but definitely irritation. The Jedi has put himself between Wrecker and the other two clones. “We’re supposed to work together, not getting into fights like this!”

He’s right, of course, even though if anything this makes things worse: if Skywalker of all people is telling you to be more responsible, then things must be bad.

The general sighs, a defeated look in his eyes, then he asks the Bad Batch to scout ahead, a clear excuse to be left alone with Rex and Fives.

“Sir,” Fives begins immediately once they are alone, “You heard him. I couldn’t--”

“I know Fives,” Skywalker interrupts him, “I don’t like what he said either, but that’s no excuse to act like that.”

As Rex apologizes for the show they’ve just given, Five has to bite his tongue in order not to snap at the general that he can’t say stuff like that, not when he’s done the same on other occasions. It’s unfair and he knows it, but he’s not perfect and sometimes you have to be petty to win.

At least the general seems to understand their situation. “Listen,” he sighs, “I know this mission means a lot to you, it means a lot to me too. If Echo’s truly alive, then it’s our priority to get him out of there, however… We have to be prepared in case this is just a trap, understood?”

“Yes sir.” Rex replies. Skywalker then proceeds to put a hand on Rex’s shoulder and the other on Fives’.

“I want him to be alive as much as you do, but if it turns out he isn’t, I need to know that you’ll be able to handle it. Can you?”

“We will, sir,” Rex says, “If he turns out dead, we’ll handle it.”

“Good,” Skywalker replies, his voice soft with obvious concern. He turns to Fives then. “And you, Fives?”

It takes him longer that it should to reply. He knows that there are many chances that yes, this is all a trap, but he has to believe that Echo is alive - someone has to. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first he has a hunch that, although highly improbable, turns out to be true.

“Yes I… I’ll handle it,” he says eventually, because if it’s really true that Echo’s dead, it will hurt, but eventually he’ll have to move on. His brother wouldn’t like it if he spent his entire life mourning him, or worse getting injured because he was too busy being sad to concentrate on the mission.

He feels Skywalker’s grip tighten, but not too much, just enough to be comforting.

“I’ll be fine sir. Really.”

The general nods, then he smiles. It’s that kind of smile that means trouble, the one who usually give Rex headaches because it means that he’s going to do something stupid.

“Alright, let’s go now. Wouldn’t want to be outshined, eh, guys?”

Rex and Fives share a look.

“General’s right,” Fives points out, a mischievous smile mirroring Skywalker’s on his face. For once, even Rex seems on board with this.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Once they all reach the tower, they finally manage to pick up Echo’s signal again. It doesn’t mean that it’s all good, but Fives will take what he can get.

If there’s even the smallest chance that Echo’s alive, then it’s all worth it.

Tech - the only valid Bad Batcher, Fives will never stop saying it - manages to hack the door open, which is good because at least they can get in undetected.

Fives has never been fond of stealth missions but he understands their importance. Eh, this reminds him of that time when he and Hardcase had to sneak in that umbaran… Hardcase.

Fives shakes his head. That’s not the time to think about his fallen brother.

Fortunately he gets distracted from that by Wrecker’s hesitation in front of the elevator. Fives can barely suppresses a chuckle at the discovery that big strong Wrecker’s afraid of heights, but as soon as Hunter suggests holding his hand he doesn’t hold back anymore, gaining a punch on his shoulder from an angry Wrecker - though given the standards it’s a pretty light punch.

“You got something to say?” he says, clearly challenging him. As if Fives is going to fall back.

“I can hold your other hand if you want.”

At that, even Hunter chuckles; the sergeant thankfully puts a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder, stopping him before he can attack Fives again. All that’s left for the big guy is to grumble that he hates everybody there.

Ah the irony of general Skywalker telling them this is a stealth mission, only for the elevator’s doors to open and reveal a group of droids outside, too close not to spot them.

Of course Wrecker, the big oaf, throws himself at them, screaming without a care in the world. Ok that he wanted to crush some droids, but what the kriff anyway.

“So much for stealth,” Rex comments, using the I’m-so-done-with-this voice Fives is very familiar with. They look at each other and he shrugs. Might as well make themselves useful.

They all move out, firing their blasters. They still have a chance of not blowing it if they manage to kill everything fast enough. Fives manages even to steal a couple of kills from Crosshair - and he notes to himself that he must never make him forget it.

Nobody is impressed with the way Wrecker begins to shout after destroying the droids. He at least has the decency to look embarrassed about it.

He even apologizes, though Fives doubts he’s really sorry.

Damn, he and Hardcase would’ve gotten along splendidly.

Of course, since things were going so splendidly, there’s a new problem: Tech is able to track Echo’s signal only during intel transmission, which makes him harder to find.

“Damn it!” Fives exclaims, and he would’ve punched the wall in rage if Rex hadn’t grabbed his wrist. They’re so close and yet so far!

“Calm down, Fives. We’ll find him.”

“Alright,” the general calls them back to attention, “We’re splitting up. Search for every door and, if you find Echo, contact the others.”

He moves his gaze to Fives, making it clear that this last part is addressing him in particular. “We go in together, just in case there’s trouble.”

Fives nods, but he already knows that, depending on the situation, he’ll decide later whether to consider that an order or just a mere suggestion.

The room Fives’ searches is empty, but that won’t stop him. He’s already rushing outside, moving to the next room, when Tech announces that Echo’s signal is back.

They follow it, arriving in front at a double door. Echo must be inside! Fives rushes to it, trying to open it, but it doesn’t budge!

To make things worse, the viewscreen next to the door activates, showing them Wat Tambor’s ugly mug.

The way he’s talking about Echo like it’s just a robot, an algorithm, makes Fives’ blood boil. If he gets his hands on him he’ll make sure he won’t survive the encounter.

He had forgotten how scary captain Rex can get when he’s angry; he believes every word he says about leaving that place only with Echo.

Oh no, they have company now - so many droids. They’re left with no choice but to fight.

Thankfully the general has finally reached them, helping them getting rid of the droids faster. Still, this is no easy feat: there’s too many droids and so little of them. In this case Fives is really glad that the Bad Batch is with them, because they’re handling things spectacularly, so much that they actually manage to get rid of the droids in record time…

No, reinforcements are coming. Kriff.

Good thing Tech’s working on opening the door.

They just have to resist a little bit longer.

As soon as the doors open, Fives and Rex rush to it. Since they aren’t incompetent they don’t do so blindly, and they keep their weapon ready, eyes on the lookout. Getting ambushed now won’t do at all.

They stumble upon an empty huge room, a lab definitely, but what gets everyone’s attention is a certain stasis chamber… Is Echo in there?!

“I don’t like the look of this,” Tech comment, very helpfully.

“Just open it, please,” Fives begs. If Echo’s in there they need to pull him out!

He can feel the weight of Rex resting his hand on his pauldron, an even though he can see his expression under the helmet, the way he inclines his head his enough for Fives to understand that he wants to know if he’s fine. He nods. Yeah, he’s fine.

The chamber’s about to be opened soon.

“I’m picking up a life form in there.”

It’s Echo, it has to be Echo…

Fives can’t believe his eyes. He… doesn’t know what to say.

That thing that has gotten out of the stasis chamber, still attached to it by wires, is… Echo?

He looks terrible: he’s pale, so skinny that he could see the bones, head shaved, gaze unfocused like he hadn’t even realized they’re there, and… prosthesis at his arm and his legs.

Fives is going to kill the entire Techno Union.

Thankfully, Rex manages to recover from the shock and springs into action, ordering Tech to find a way to safely unplug Echo from this machine. He begins working on getting him down, and after shaking his head, trying to focus, Fives joins him.

“Echo? Echo are you there?” he calls out, but there’s no response coming from him.

He feels like he’s going to be sick. What have they done to him?

It’s his fault. This is all his fault.

He shouldn’t have left him at the Citadel. He should’ve tried harder.

Both he and Rex remove their helmets, hoping that maybe he will recognize them like this. Now Fives can see how horrified Rex is; well, he feels the same.

It’s then that Echo begins to talk, but his voice is so low and broken that Fives can barely understands what he’s saying. He can only catch “Citadel”.

“No! No!” he begins to say, face panicking. Fives doesn’t know what the best course of action is, but he can’t stay idle and watch his brother suffer.

He gently puts a hand on his shoulder - he’s so cold - and tries to call for him again, this time without raising his voice, no matter how much he wants to scream.

“Echo? Can you hear me?”

Nothing.

“It’s me, Fives!”

Still nothing.

“I’m here, Echo. Talk to me please!”

“… Fives?” A flash of recognition has passed through Echo’s eyes, and now he looks like he’s actually seeing them. “Rex?”

“Yes, I’m here,” the captain says, scooting closer to Echo.

When Echo speaks again, with that voice so soft, Fives feels tears prickling at the side of his eyes, but he fights them back. Seeing him cry is the last thing Echo needs rights now.

“You came back for me.”

It breaks Fives’ heart. Yes, they came back to him, but after how many years? If only they had known before…

“Yes, yes we did,” Rex replies, and Fives can easily sense from his voice that he too is close to completely breaking down. They have to be strong for Echo.

“Thought you’d get rid of me that easily, vod?” he attempts to joke, and he doubts anyone has ever felt the relief he’s feeling when Echo chuckles.

There are still some things he wants to say, so many things he wants to do.

There’s also the question of having to come back, which is another big problem on its own, but now that they’ve found Echo, Fives feels unstoppable. It wouldn’t be good dying right when they’re so close to succeeding.

“We’re going to get you home. Whatever happens, I’ll keep you safe.” He goes to take his brothers hand, squeezing it with determination.

“I promise.”

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Date Night

Terry x Korvo Solar Opposites fanfiction!

Rating: M

Warnings: Alien sex stuff, Korvo cries during sex a lot, NSF*W

Genre: romance, comedy, hurt/comfort

Words: 3,852

Summary: “Couples go to scheduled fancy dinners to help keep their relationship alive.“

Korvo paced around the backyard with his Element Detector.

Beep… beep… beep…

Nothing.

There were no useful elements on Earth! Of all the 118 elements that Earth discovered, everything just had to be carbon-based. Korvo had enough carbon to last the destruction of five planets. What he needed was the isotope Megeon-166--or as it’s called on Earth, Erbium. He needed at least 15 moles to repair the ship and, of course, nobody was helping him. What was the point in being mad, anymore? He knew nobody would help him but it never got any less frustrating.

Terry slid open the back door while cradling a tray of Starbucks™ frappuccinos in one arm. “Korvo!” he called out. “Got your favorite--matcha frappuccino!”

No, that’s not right--Terry did help. Just in a different way. Only Terry knew how to get everyone’s Starbucks™ drinks right.

Korvo tossed the Element Detector over his shoulder and took his frappuccino. Oh, the first sip was always the best. The whipped cream was at the bottom just the way he liked it.

Terry just… stood there and watched him drink the frappuccino. He wasn’t even going to sip his own untouched pink drink. He was waiting for a specific response from Korvo. Probably one that was two words and began with a “T”.

Korvo sighed. He had to relent. “Thank y--”

“--Do you know what day it is today?” Terry quickly blurted out. He was unusually excited.

Korvo paused for a second. The effects of the Dumb Ray still hadn’t subsided completely. “Friday?” Was he forgetting something? It couldn’t possibly be their anniversary.

“That’s right! It’s the first Friday of the month! That means it’s date night!”

“That is ridiculous. Every night occurs on a date.”

Terry laughed and put his hand on Korvo’s shoulder. Everything was a joke to him. “That gets funnier every time!”

Korvo brushes Terry’s hand off of him. It seems that Korvo has forgotten what “date night” was. Ten blasts of a Dumb Ray does that to you. “Explain it to me again.”

“Couples go to scheduled fancy dinners to help keep their relationship alive.”

Evidently, Terry has explained this concept multiple times. There were no side tangents, no movie references, and no headaches. “I am satisfied with our relationship.” Korvo sunk into himself and slightly turned away. “Are… you… not satisfied?”

Terry erupted into an even louder bout of laughter and slapped his knee. “Hah! That gets funnier every time, too! It’s for fun, Korvo. I already made reservations at your favorite restaurant for 8PM.”

“But, I--”

Terry was already heading back inside to give Jesse and Yumyulack their drinks. “Make sure you wear something nice this time!”

Korvo racked his mind for any memories of going on a date night with Terry, but there was nothing. Korvo didn’t realize how harsh the effects of the Dumb Ray were. He felt like an idiot. Maybe it was like the NBC show Dateline. He had some researching to do. If Terry found out Korvo’s memory was still foggy, Korvo would surely get locked up again.

Terry was about to go on the best date night of his short, pathetic life.

---

It was 7:50 PM, Terry was already dressed in his favorite pink button-up with the top button unbuttoned and jeans, and Korvo was nowhere to be found. To make things worse, Korvo took the car so Terry couldn’t even go to the nearest Jack in the Box to drown his sorrows in a $5 munchie meal. It was uncharacteristic of Korvo to forget about date night, especially when he reminded Korvo just earlier. Perhaps, he wondered, the Dumb Ray effects had not subsided yet.

He went into the replicants’ bedroom to ask them if they knew where Korvo was, but they were gone. That’s right, they were at a party and said they wouldn’t be back home until midnight. Terry was alone at the house. Bored. Bored in the house and in the house bored--just as how that TikTok prophesied.

There were three loud knocks on the front door. Terry groaned. “Coming!” He wasn’t in the mood to entertain the neighbors.

Terry opened the door to find a bouquet of a dozen red roses being shoved into his face. It was Korvo, all dressed up in a tuxedo as if he was about to get married.

“I have arrived to date night you,” Korvo declared.

Terry happily accepted the bouquet. “Sick plants, dude! I didn’t know they came in red.”

“Red means love.”

“Cool! Should I plant them?”

“No, you put them in a vase with water.”

“Hmm…” Terry stared at the stems. “I don’t know, Korvo, don’t plants need dirt?”

“Why would I--” Korvo stopped himself and took a deep breath. He had to be charismatic. “You put them in a vase, you look at them for a couple days, and then they die.”

“Aww…” Now Terry was bummed out. He hated reminders of his planned obsolescence and inevitable death. “What’s the point of it, then?”

“Because they’re red, Terry!” Korvo’s fury was quick to resurface. “Red means love!”

“Okay, fine, but you don’t have to yell!”

Korvo hated himself. Stupid. He was already ruining their date night.

----

Jazz music played softly in the background. It would have been relaxing if it weren’t avant-garde jazz. It was times like these that made Korvo pray for the Pupa to eat everyone and terraform the planet, already. He had no idea how the cacophony he was hearing could possibly be classified as music. There was no discernible key signature, no rhythm, no melody, no dynamics--it was literally just a collection of instruments blasting away and competing with each other to see who could best resemble a dying animal.

“What the hell is this?” he grumbled.

Terry was busy looking through the menu. “‘Om’ by John Coltrane.”

Korvo was taken aback by the answer. He didn’t know Terry listened to this kind of noise. Even TV static sounded more harmonious. “What’s the point of it?” The thought of someone sitting in a recording studio and blasting terrible screeches into a microphone was enough to make someone gloober.

“Uh, to piss off people like you, duh!” Terry scoffed. “Just relax a little, okay, Korvy?” He reached across the table to put his hand over Korvo’s.

Korvo stared down at Terry’s hand and pondered for a moment. He curled his fingers over Terry’s hand. “I see… So what you’re saying is that music acts as a medium not only to organize patterns and produce a conventionally pleasing aesthetic, but also to defy those same standards and redefine the purpose of music through an ironic lens?”

“That’s jazz, baby!” For emphasis, Terry does jazz hands with his free hand.

Korvo leaned in and clasped his other hand over Terry’s. “You know a lot about music,” he comments. A loving smile curled the corners of his mouth upwards.

Terry smirked. “Well, I did major in music when we went to community college… Remember when we did that? That was fun.”

Korvo’s smile dropped. “You did?” He had no idea.

“Yeah, I majored in percussion performance. I was trying to get into a drumline, like in the movie Whiplash. Don’t you remember? I even invited you to my winter and spring recital.”

Korvo genuinely could not recall anything after Terry referencing Whiplash. This wasn’t on the Dumb Ray, this was clearly on his own negligence. “Oh.” Now that he thought about it, Terry was really good at drumming.

Terry withdrew his hand and crossed his arms. He sighed, slumped into his seat, and looked away forlornly. “It’s okay, you were probably busy working on the ship… The mission is always the highest priority.” He was already conditioned to expect disappointment when telling Korvo anything about his personal ambitions. It was Wetzel’s Pretzels all over again.

“It is...” Korvo agreed.

Terry felt his heart sink.

“... but you’re a high priority to me, too.”

Before Terry could respond, their waiter interrupted to take their orders. “Seafood platter for him, fettuccine chicken alfredo pasta for me, and your biggest bottle of wine.”

“Of course, sir.” The waiter took their menus away and left to relay the orders to the kitchen.

Fuck, Korvo loved it when Terry ordered for the both of them. It made him feel slightly lesser. He tugged at his neck collar.

“You know… I didn’t actually want to be a Pupa Specialist,” Terry quietly confessed. “I wish I could’ve been a music major on Shlorp.”

“You could’ve,” Korvo reminded him, “but you’d be dead.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know...”

Korvo watched Terry slump further into his seat. He was blowing it. Again. Discreetly, he took out his phone on his lap and pulled up a Wikihow article he had bookmarked on Safari: “How to Get Guys to Like You More when You Go on a date”. He skipped to step 3, “Be conversational.” Korvo cleared his throat. “Um… I wanted to be a biologist on Shlorp.”

“Aren’t you already a biologist?” Terry argued. “Science is like, your whole gimmick.”

“I’m an electrical engineer. I work with technology. I only got to take a few biology courses but my schedule was so loaded since I was a math/physics/engineering triple major, so I had no time to declare a minor in biology.”

Terry laughed. “You sure dodged a bullet! Pupa Specialists had to take a shitton of bio classes, and let me tell you, the only silver lining is the sex unit.”

“There’s a sex unit?”

“Yeah! Meiosis, DNA, best positions, tongue stuff… Jesse was conceived during that unit!” Terry smiled fondly, as if it were a normal sweet memory to be nostalgic of. “Ooh, ooh, how was Yumyulack conceived?”

“With my right hand and a magazine at a lab.” Korvo didn’t realize there was anything more to it than that. “Tell me more about this unit,” he demanded.

“Okay, so on the first day of class, our lab experiment for the day is to analyze genetic fluids, but wait! Our old tree professor forgot to order enough sample genetic fluids for the entire class! But, it turns out that collecting genetic fluids is the real lab experiment! Of course, I’m just sitting there with my lifemate, confused as hell, while the TA’s start to unbutton their robes…”

------

Terry and Korvo laughed as they stumbled out of the restaurant together, holding hands and swinging it between them. When Terry asked for their biggest bottle of wine, they sure did deliver. Behind them, the warm glow of the restaurant faded away as they searched for their car.

Terry wiped away tears of mirth with the back of his hand. “So I said, ‘You wouldn’t know one if you saw one!’”

Korvo dropped the car keys as he erupted in more laughter. “Hohoheehoihoiheehoihoi! You sure told him! That was something that you told him, alright!”

Korvo and Terry crouched down to reach for the car keys at the same time. They both groped around the spinning ground until their hands met. They looked up at each other with the same dazed, lovesick look in their eyes.

Within seconds, they were sloppily making out. Terry had so much to drink that he couldn’t even feel where his body started and Korvo’s ended. All he could taste was wine and seafood. He felt Korvo topple over, putting Terry on top of him, straddling Korvo’s hips between his legs. Their tongues swirled around each other as Korvo moaned and dug his fingers onto the back of Terry’s shirt. The sidewalk was cold, but their bodies were hot enough to compensate.

Terry pulled away and fumbled to unbutton his shirt.

“Woah, woah, woah--I think we should, should go home first.” Korvo slowly sat himself up.

“You can’t even drive!”

“Of course I can!” Korvo declared, unintentionally flicking specks of saliva onto Terry’s face as he spoke. “W-We’re aliens! Our bodies… they got high tolerance… Alcohol sharpens our senses!” He pushed Terry off of him and crawled over to the car keys.

Terry helped him up. “That doesn’t sound so right, but I don’t know enough to argue with that!”

Korvo waved the car key fob in the air and pressed the lock button repeatedly, struggling to hear where their car was. “Beep beep! Beep beep! Beep beep!” he called out, as if it were a dog that could respond and come running over. “Fuck, where’d I park?”

Terry turned Korvo around to face their car.

“Oh shiiit, found it!”

Korvo clicked the unlock button a few dozen times, then they let themselves in. Neither of them bothered to strap in their seatbelts.

-----

As soon as their bedroom door was shut and locked, Korvo and Terry started hurriedly undressing each other. Terry kissed Korvo’s neck as he loosened his bowtie while Korvo yanked Terry’s shorts down and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Fuuuck, Terry,” Korvo raspily moaned out. “I-I want you to dominate me! Dominate me, Terry! Make me your slut!”

“Yeah, you’re a little slut, huh?” Terry palmed Korvo’s mound. “My fucking whore needs to be taught a lesson?”

Korvo bucked his hips into Terry’s hand. “Yes, Terry!” he groaned. “Teach me a lesson!”

Terry swept Korvo off his feet in one motion and carried him to the bed. As soon as he dropped him, he crawled on top of Korvo and tugged Korvo’s dress pants down. Korvo’s rootstalk was eager to be exposed, wriggling out of its hole to meet Terry’s tongue. Terry gave the thick root one long, slobbering, lick up the shaft and to the tip. “Alright, Korvy, pop quiz--what’s the powerhouse of the cell?”

Korvo didn’t respond.

“Wait, Korvo, you do know what the powerhouse of the cell is, don’t you?” Terry heard a small sob. He looked up at Korvo, who was covering his blushing face, wet and shiny from fresh tears. Terry crawled away from between Korvo’s legs and to his side. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he whispered gently. He coaxed Korvo’s hands away from his face.

Of course, being asked what was wrong only made Korvo cry harder and curl away. “I-I-I forgot!” he wailed. “I f-forgot what the powerhouse of the cell is! W-What is it? I have no f-f-fucking clue!”

Terry hugged him from behind. “It’s okay, baby, it doesn’t matter! It’s just the mitochondria.”

“I-I just… I just feel so dumb. I’ve been waiting weeks for my intelligence to fully recover ever since you hit me with the Dumb Ray, but… but that’s it. This is as smart as I ever was before! And I’m fucking s-s-st-stu-stupid!”

Terry squeezed him harder while he sobbed and wailed and gooblered all over the both of them. “There, there, Korvo.” He knew the drill. Korvo cried during sex all the time--something about the physical release of his genetic fluids seemed to trigger an emotional catharsis in him. This time was unusually early, though. They hadn’t even finished foreplay. “Do you want some ice cream?”

“N-No, let’s continue having sex,” Korvo insists.

“But you’re crying--”

“--Well, I’m still horny!” He tried to dry his eyes, but it was a Sisyphean task.

“Alright, fine, but talk about your feelings while I’m sucking you off.” Terry crawled back over to Korvo’s crotch and continued where he left off--licking the thick root all over, from bottom to top. He began sucking the tip of it, which wriggled slightly as it grew more.

Korvo panted heavily. “O-O-Oh my g-god…” Hot pleasure took over him. “Well, I wanted to be a biologist on Shlorp, but…” He interrupted himself with a loud moan when Terry started deep-throating his root. “Hohhhmygod! Oh, Terry! Fuck, it feels so good!” He felt his root lengthening more and wriggle down Terry’s throat. “Terry, Terry, Terry… I’m gonna--ohhh, fuck…”

Terry gave a small grunt of surprise when Korvo’s genetic fluids began squirting down his throat. He could just barely taste the sweet, floral nectar as he swallowed. There was so much to swallow down. Korvo was always so repressed--he was always too busy studying repair manuals to jerk off every now and then.

Korvo felt dizzy from the waves of pleasure still crashing over him after his release. “Terry, I love y--”

“--What happened?” Terry interrupted.

“Huh?”

“What happened to being a biologist?” Terry asked again. “I mean, you could’ve just not majored in so many majors in the first place, right?”

Korvo grabbed a spare pillow and put it over his face. “It’s not important anymore, never mind,” he said, muffled.

“Korvo, c’mon, I won’t tell you my secret sex techniques if you don’t tell me your tragic backstory.”

Korvo uncovered his face. “Tell me,” he demanded.

“You first!”

Korvo took a moment to decide if it was truly worth opening up about his deepest, darkest insecurities just for sex. It was a very short moment. “I got a B+ in Intro to Biology my first year.”

Terry waited for further explanation, but there was nothing more. “B+ isn’t a bad grade?”

“I know!” Korvo snapped. “But I-I freaked out! That was my first B in a class, ever! And now we’re stuck on Earth and the Pupa could destroy us all any second and it’ll be all my fault because I wasn’t smart enough to fix the ship! And I’m not even smart enough to understand why the Pupa is 670C because I got freaked out over a B! And now we’re all going to die!” Gooblers danced all over their bedsheets.

“Korvo, baby, relax!” He wiped away Korvo’s tears. “Even if you quadruple-majored in biology/math/physics/engineering, we’d still be on Earth because you couldn’t fix the ship. It doesn’t matter!”

Korvo buried his face into Terry’s chest and gave out a strangled scream.

Terry laughed to himself. “I mean, what’s the point of studying so much if you can’t even fix the ship?” He stroked the back of Korvo’s head lovingly. “I was able to fix a lavatic reactor in just a few minutes of reading one of your dumb manuals!” One of the gooblers popped straight into his eye. “Ow! Okay, I’m sorry! I guess the point is, uh… I’ll help you fix the ship. How does that sound?”

The gooblers finally came to a stop. “You will?”

“Anything to get you to stop crying during sex…” Terry grumbled.

Korvo began showering Terry with kisses. “Oh, Terry! Thank you! Mwah, mwah! Thank you so much! There’s so much I still have yet to diagnose in the ship--the catalytic nasprober, the psionic cholecystosanitizer, the carcino-fibrillator, the hexylgraph, the blinkers--”

The list went on and on and on and on and on. Terry didn’t realize how much was wrong with the ship until now. He started to understand why Korvo was so stressed out all the time. Korvo had spent hours every day working on the ship for over a year, and this entire time Terry assumed that Korvo was just bad at repairing.

There had to be an end to this. Terry slowly crawled back over to Korvo’s root, still wet with saliva and nectar genetic fluids, and began sucking at it again. It was only a matter of seconds until Korvo was back to being a squirming, moaning mess.

Korvo rested his hand on Terry’s head. “T-T-Terry, T-Terry! Oh, Terry!”

After Terry deemed it wet enough, he finally gave his mouth a break. “Okay, don’t freak out,” he warned Korvo.

“Why should I not freak out?” Korvo asked, freaking out already.

“I’m gonna try a special Shlorpian sex technique on you.”

Korvo has only ever had sex with Terry the traditional way--humping and twisting their roots around each other. “It won’t hurt, will it?”

“Hmm--well--um---I wouldn’t say hurt?”

“I do not like your hesitance.”

“Okay, okay, okay! So, you twist up your partner’s root into a spiral-cone-thing, tuck that into their root-hole, and fuck it like a pussy, basically.”

The image of it was vivid in Korvo’s head. It sounded so… demeaning and aggressive. “Okay.”

Terry kissed him. “I love you!” He licks Korvo’s root and tries to coat as much saliva as he can on it before twisting the root as tight as he can. This, of course, is not the part where it hurts because their roots do not have pain receptors. With his other hand, he gently pries open Korvo’s root hole.

Korvo groaned. He felt so violated in a way he had never felt before. It felt so lewd to have Terry stretch his root hole open. He bites his tongue when Terry starts fingering him. “Mmghh…!” It hurt so good.

“Damn, Korvo, you’re so tight. Tighter than Honey Boo Boo’s training bra!”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Seriously, you make Terri look like a corner street hooker! Because you’re so tight, get it?”

“Yes, Terry. I get it.”

Terry lapped at Korvo’s hole, then stuck the tip of his tongue in. Breathy moans spilled out of Korvo as he clencher himself around Terry’s tongue. Terry went back to sucking on Korvo’s root while slowly pushing his finger inside of Korvo’s hole. Korvo’s moans crescendoed with every millimeter Terry pushed in. Terry tried to wriggle his finger and stretch out Korvo’s hole as much as he could before squeezing in another one.

“Ahh… Ahh! T-Terry! Oh my god--Terry! Mmphh!” Korvo grinded his hips against Terry’s fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! T-Th-That feels s-so good!” He was close to cumming all over again.

Terry took his mouth off of Korvo’s root and began twirling the root around his finger. He wasn’t one to brag, but it was known that he had the best root-twirling technique in his class. Korvo’s root was, thankfully, very flexible and easily conformed to the twirled form. Terry quickly shoved the root as deep into Korvo’s hole as possible. There was a soft squelch underneath Korvo’s grunts. Terry got on top of Korvo, pinned Korvo’s arms over his head, and kissed him as he gently pushed his root inside of Korvo.

Korvo wrapped his legs around Terry’s hips. He finally understood the human concept of “heaven” and it was Terry holding him down and jack-hammering away at his hole. Within seconds, he was already cumming. His root clenched hard around Terry’s and squirted more lubrication for Terry to penetrate even deeper and harder.

It wasn’t long until Terry cummed, too. His hot nectar filled Korvo up and leaked all over both of their groins. He slowed down, then eventually paused. This was usually around the time when Korvo started to cry again. He rested his sweaty forehead against Korvo’s. “Korvo?”

The waterworks came back. “Terry, I love you so much! I-I-I’m sorry I keep crying d-during s-s-sex!”

“It’s okay, I love you too.” He accepted more tear-stained kisses. “Do you wanna keep going?”

Korvo shook his head no.

Terry got off of Korvo and hugged Korvo and patted his back while he cried. “It’s okay, Korvy… I love you a lot, too! We have a house and replicants and a cute little Pupa--we really nailed this whole family thing, huh?”

All in all, Terry would say that it was a very successful date night.

#solar opposites #tervo #fanfiction #terry #korvo #terry x korvo #korvotron

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Sweetest Taboo|2

Taking Chances.

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"So, I uhh...seen your little baby's comeback with his group recently and I must say, he was looking mighty fine in the video,"

"Don't start this today, Jessie, please..." Subria was quick to protest, clearly not in the mood for her friend's antics and childish teasing.

Hearing Subria's tone, Jessie playfully held up her hands in self-defense. "Look, I'm just saying he looked nice. You know as well as I do that these record labels know exactly what they're doing when it comes to these idols. Most of them are barely legal but out here doing and saying questioning things while playing innocent. They not fooling no one cause I know," She voices with the shake of her head. "Tell me I'm lying?"

Subria gave Jessie a knowing look, choosing to ignore her question altogether. "As if you haven't tested those waters before," She throws out, earning a sneaky grin from Jessie in return. "Army will eat you alive if they found out what you did to their precious Jungkook,"

With the shrug of her shoulders, Jessie twirled in her chair at the memory. "He was 20 when that happened and till this day I don't regret it," She shrugs, winking at Subria's bored expression. "But all jokes aside, how are you and Hyunjin doing? I'm surprised that you two have even been talking this long,"

Sitting back in her chair, Subria laid her head on her closed fist as a slight smile pulled at her lips. "You and me both but in all honesty, we're good, for now at least,"

"What do you mean?" Jessie questions, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"You more than anyone knows my situation when it comes to love or just relationships in general," Subria begins as Jessie quickly realized where this conversation was going. "Things between him and I are changing, and have been for a while now if I'm being honest. So just to be safe, I decided to take things slow...I mean extra slow in an attempt to protect us both but the shit is harder than I thought,"

"So you mean to tell me that Ms. I'm not looking for anything serious, has developed feelings? And for someone you swore up and down was too young for you-"

"He still is," Subria swiftly cuts in, making it clear that the statement she made before she and Hyunjin were even introduced, was still very much relevant.

"Barely. Regardless of how you may feel about that, you can't let past failures reflect on what you have going on now. You're smarter than that," Jessie voices, taking on a sudden tone of seriousness. "Might as well keep going and see where and how things will end up,"

Biting into her bottom lip, Subria eyed her phone as it dinged with a new text message. "I know that you're right but Hyunjin...it's just-"

"Just what? There's a five year age gap between you two, Bria, not fifteen. You really need to let that go already," Jessie urges with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "With all that set aside, have you two...you know?" She proceeds to question with the wiggle of her eyebrows.

"What? Hell no. I want to ease him into that. I'll break him if we just jumped right into it," In order for this to work, Subria knew that she would have to teach Hyunjin a few things, let them explore each other first.

"For what though? I thought you said that Hyunjin wasn't a virgin?"

"He isn't but let's not pretend as if I'm not a whole different breed from what he's used to," Subria states, using her hand to wave over her body. It wasn't that she was being cocky but it was clear between her and Hyunjin who was the most experienced.

"So what all have you two done so far?" Jessie probes, wanting her best friend to get to the juicy details of her relationship.

"We've kissed but that's about it," Subria replies, avoiding making eye contact with Jessie because she could already feel her judgemental black orbs staring back at her.

"Huh? This isn't the third grade, Bria. You haven't even let him get a taste yet?"

"No, Jessie."

"Play with your pussy?"

"Definitely not,"

Crossing her arms, Jessie shook her head in disapproval. "Well damn. Did you at least let him feel on your titties?" She questions curiously, watching as Subria shook her head. "I'm surprised. Since you insist on treating him like he's a baby, you might as well let him suck on your nipple like one too,"

"Shut the fuck up, Jess. Besides, you know how respectful Hyunjin is. A few nights ago he gathered up enough courage to feel on my booty. Shocked the hell out of me when he did it," Subria reveals, causing Jessie's eyes to grow wide.

"Really?! With all that ass you got, I know babyboy was living the dream at that moment," Jessie laughs as the image of a nervous Hyunjin gripping a handful of Subria's backside played out in her mind. "You were probably leaking like a faucet, weren't you?"

Subria rubbed the back of her neck, refusing to answer the question. In reality, all Hyunji had to do was look at her, and her body would always seem to react to it. "Look, it's just better that we take things slow, you know, to really get to know one another,"

"I hear you, I really do. However, you need to accept the fact that something serious is blossoming between you two. It's ok to cross that line, Bria. You can put on a front with him all you want but I can see that you want him, just as much as he wants you. Just let go and go with the flow. You're too damn serious sometimes," Jessie advises before she downed the rest of her drink, slamming the glass onto the countertop.

"Anyway, I need to head home. My bathtub is calling my name, Plus it's my turn to open up this place tomorrow," She adds, standing up on her feet, stretching out her long limbs. "I'll see you in the morning,"

Pulling Jessie into a warm hug, Subria watched as she gathered her things and headed out, locking the door behind her. For a minute, Subria sat inside of the quiet restaurant she ran with her best friend, in her own thoughts. Jessie's words replayed over and over in her mind just as the sound of an incoming call filled the silence around her.

Glancing at the name on the screen, Subria couldn't help but smile at who was calling her. "Yes?"

"Come get me," Was Hyunjin's reply on the other end in a hushed tone. "I want to see you before my schedule gets hetic...please, noona,"

Glancing towards the clock on the wall, she saw that it was almost midnight. And though she wanted to argue with him that it was late, she decided to accept Jessie's advice. "Where are you?"

______

"So you guys still keep in contact with Woojin? I know you guys must miss him," Subria questions before she takes a lick at her ice cream cone.

"Of course but we all knew that him deciding to leave was something he's been thinking about for a while. We just hated when the day finally came," Hyunjin answers, forcing his eyes to look anywhere but at her.

Nodding her head, Subria lowly hummed, briefly glancing at him. For a second, she looked over his side profile and wondered if he ever got tired of looking so perfect all the time?

"Papi..." She says lowly, knowing how much he liked when she called him by that pet name specifically.

His eyes were quick to find hers just as she took another lick of the cold treat in her hand. "Hmmm," Was his only response back while he laid his head back against the headrest, letting his bangs slightly get in his view.

"Have you been good though? Eating well? Sleeping well? I know how you can get sometimes," She recalled the number of times he would tell her how many hours of sleep that he and the boys would sometimes get or what their diets would be like. Giving him his props for dealing with it was a necessity because there was no way she could do it.

"Yes I have, I promise. If anything, our manager gets upset when we don't eat or sleep enough. Things are better now," He tells her truthfully, watching her tongue lap up her favorite flavor of ice cream. In a way he found it to be almost funny at how his body was reacting to her eating something but there was no doubt in his mind that she was partially teasing him simply because she enjoyed too.

"Better be because you know I'll whoop somebodies ass over all of you if I have to," She reminds him as she gave him a serious look. "Just ask your old makeup artist,"

At hearing her bring that up caused Hyunjin to instantly bust out laughing. He still remembered the day the woman showed up with a badly bruised face and limp walk after Jeong-in had informed Subria about some harsh comments the woman had made while she was doing his make up. It's safe to say that she hadn't dared speak to him or any other member in that way again.

"I'm almost positive that's the day he fell in love with you," He lightly jokes, once his laughing fit had died down earning a playful eye-roll from Subria.

"He had contacted me earlier about already having my birthday present ready," She softly chuckles before eating more ice cream. Just mentioning her birthday was bittersweet. She thought about what Jessie had up her sleeve for her big day almost to the point where she was dreading it. That woman could not be trusted.

"He wouldn't leave us alone until we took him to get it while we were in the Philippians. I think you'll like it, noona," He nods, knowing how excited Jeong-in is to give it to her. "And I think you'll like mine as well," He adds, shooting her a look that left her curious.

For a few seconds, she eyed him as his words replayed over in her mind before she went back to licking her ice cream again. "Well, that's good because I have something for you too,"

"Like?"

"You'll like it, papi. Don't worry," She winks, watching him shift a bit in his seat.

A comfortable silence fell between them with Subria finishing her snack and Hyunjin deep in thought about something he's been waiting to tell her all day. Every time his gaze settled on her, he found it to be difficult to say what's been on his mind for a few days now.

He was nervous, and Subria was starting to sense it.

"Noona..." Hyunjin finally speaks up, reaching his warm hand out to link his fingers with her cold ones.

Leaning back against the driver's side door, Subria softly squeezed his hand once her eyes settled on him. "Wassup? I can tell something has been on your mind,"

Licking his lips, Hyunjin broke their stare, choosing to look glow of the radio that played a familiar song through the speakers. "I've been talking to someone else for a while now...but it's only because our label suggested it. I guess they decided that I'm old enough now to be involved with other idols more freely," He reveals, biting his lip nervously. "The girl, Eunbin, she's nice and I..." He slowly trails off once his eyes met Subria's.

Staring at her, he tried to read the look on her face but the light illuminating from the radio only did so much. Reaching up, he clicked on one of the lights above them to give him a better view but still, he struggled to see what she was thinking.

"You what?" She questions softly with her eyebrows slightly raised, making him almost hesitant to continue but he had already started so he pushed himself to tell her the rest.

"I mean it's nice to have someone to talk to that understands certain things that only we know about and go through you know? Plus we're around each other a lot because our schedules are similar but I don't know what to make of her or the situation yet," He expresses, rubbing his thumb across her skin.

"Yes you do and it's ok, I get it," Subria reassures him with a small smile. "You have someone you can better connect on a level that you and I never could,"

Hyunjin quickly shook his head. "No, that's not what I meant. She's nice to have as a friend but that's it," He rushes out, instantly regretting telling her anything. "I want you and only you,"

"You know how much easier it'll be if you date another idol instead? A relationship with me will never be approved for obvious reasons and you know this," Pulling her hand away, Subria shook her head as she chastised herself for letting things get this far when she knew better.

However, Hyunjin wasn't having any of it.

"Come here," He instructs, reaching for her hands again, rolling his eyes when she refused. "Please, noona..." He lowly urges, using a tone that caught her attention immediately.

"Come where? We're in my car,"

Smirking at her childish response, he gently pulled her closer. "You know where. Let's not do this. Now come here,"

"I'll squish you," She declines with the shake of her head. Saying anything she could to get out of doing what he wanted. There would only be one outcome if she obliged to his request and he knew it.

"I'm stronger than you think. Don't underestimate me," He warns lightly, although the double meaning behind his words was heard clear as day.

Sighing, Subria carefully crawled over to him with his assistance and soon found herself straddling his waist. Reaching down, Hyunjin adjusted his seat to make their position more comfortable as Subria settled into his lap.

"Why do you say things like that when you know you don't want me to go anywhere?" He asks as he places his hands on her thighs, causing Subria to become stiff. "Was it because you were jealous?" Hyunjin teases, grinning at the look that spread across her face.

"Jealous? Of what and who? Don't try to play me like that," Subria retorted back, feeling offended. "I was only doing what was best for you,"

"Best for me? I'm not a child. I can think for myself and what's best for me is you," He finishes by moving his hands further up her thighs. "Are you saying you don't want me?" He cutely pouts, giving Subria his best puppy dog look.

"I wasn't saying that at all," She mumbles, pushing his hair away from his eyes. "You make this so hard for me,"

If she didn't care about being caught or what the consequences that would come, she'd throw all caution to the wind and fuck him right now but....she just couldn't cross that line...not yet. "Touch me," She encouraged as her eyes roamed over his features before placing kisses along his cheeks and nose.

"I am touching you," He whispers back, unsure of what she meant.

"No, papi, I mean touch me like this," Moving back slightly, Subria took his hands and demonstrated what she meant by placing them underneath her sweater and onto her bra covered chest.

Hyunjin's throat instantly got dry at her request. "Noona..." He croaks, forcing his gaze to meet hers. "I don't know..." He trails off, feeling nervous, simply because he didn't trust himself.

Smacking her lips, Subria pulled up her sweater high enough to reveal a bra that left little to the imagination. "It's ok, I-" She begins, pausing mid-sentence as Hyunjin placed a kiss to her lips, shutting her up completely.

He barely gave her time to adjust, quickly finding his tongue moving against hers. With her hands gripping his shoulders, Subria relaxed in his, allowing Hyunjin to take the lead for once. Only growing stiff for a second when his lips found their way to her neck, where he licked and sucked on her heated skin in a manner she loved a way too much.

Subria found her hips moving at their own accord to create some type of friction to sooth the familiar ache between her thighs.

Biting her neck, Hyunjin managed to pull a sensual moan from Subria that was pure music to his ears. It was a sound he needed to hear again as he pulled her closer, letting his hands tug down the material of her bra to release her breasts. His fingers were quick to tease at her nipples while he continued to work his tongue across her neck, making Subria shiver against his ministrations.

"Wait-" She begins to protest with a shaky voice but Hyunjin didn't care to hear her excuses. She started this and he was determined to end it how he wanted.

"Shut up," He instantly shot back, moving his mouth towards her exposed chest. Even though this wasn't his first time experiencing something like this, Hyunjin wouldn't pretend as if Subria's titties weren't the prettiest ones he's seen because by far they were. Which is why he wasted no time by allowing his tongue to move slowly over her left areola.

All that could be heard besides the music playing in the background, were Subria's low whimpers of need while he worked his muscle in a way that left her a mess in his lap. Her hands soon found their way to his hair, pulling him closer to her chest, needing to feel more.

And once she felt him lift his hips to match her movements she knew....that maybe, just maybe her sweet Hyunjin wasn't as inexperienced as she originally thought.

Because he was too skilled at this. That innocent face of his had deceived her and now she was stuck.

"Don't..." Subria pleads, feeling one of his hands slip between them and to the very place she needed attention. "Hyunjin!"

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Lewis rose to prominence in 2012, when she led the first teachers strike in Chicago in 25 years — a walkout many say inspired a wave of teacher activism and the beginning of the Red for Ed, the national movement in which teachers went on strike to demand better pay and working conditions.

The 2012 Chicago Teachers Strike showed teachers they could take on the powerful and win.

Lewis served as president of the Chicago Teachers Union from 2010 to 2018, when she resigned due to health issues. She was diagnosed with brain cancer several years ago. She was 67 years old. Her death was announced by her former spokeswoman and confirmed by sources close to the CTU.

Lewis was born on July 26, 1953. A proud daughter of Chicago Public School teachers, she went to Kenwood Academy in Hyde Park on the South Side. She left her junior year to go to Mount Holyoke College and then transferred to Dartmouth College. She said she was the only African American woman in Dartmouth’s graduating class of 1974.

Before becoming president of the teachers union, she was a chemistry teacher in Chicago Public Schools for more than 20 years.

Lewis is remembered as being passionate and outspoken, but also highly intelligent, wildly funny and warm, and someone who always recalled details about people’s lives and asked about them.

“She had a boisterous love of life and she made people feel seen,” said Jackson Potter, a friend and one of the founders of Lewis’ union caucus, called CORE. “Though she was childless, she felt like all the babies in the world were her children.”

He said Lewis’ ability to make people laugh helped her be a good leader. It allowed her to bridge divides and gave people a way to relate to her.

Potter said Lewis’ humor and warmth also allowed her to get away with espousing what were considered radical ideas at the time.

She attacked the rich and the powerful, who she saw as trying to insert themselves into public education through charter schools and other corporate-inspired education reforms. At a rally in Union Park in October 2012, Lewis held up a blank sheet of paper. She said it listed the qualifications of the people making education policy.

“What’s on it?” she asked. “Nothing, nothing, nothing.” The crowd that packed the park then started chanting, “nothing, nothing, nothing.”

She went on to make the argument that teachers want to be collaborative, but once competition is introduced, it takes away the desire to work together for the common good of children. She also saw the introduction of market approaches into public education as devaluing the work of teachers and siphoning money away from regular public schools, a process she said hurt children.

“I don’t care what they say, ‘We will not harm our children’” she said. “You are asking us to do harm to children. I don’t think people understand that.”

Lewis also moved the union away from bread and butter issues, like pay and benefits, to broader issues of social justice. Under her tenure, the union put forth a manifesto called The Schools Chicago’s Students Deserve that laid bare the wide distance between what CPS said it should provide students and what it does.

The Schools Chicago’s Students Deserve called for teachers to be treated as professionals, for fully staffed schools with nurses and social workers and for lower class sizes.

“We needed someone to swing” Lewis’ message resonated because she was willing to stand up for teachers at a time when teachers were under attack and somewhat downtrodden. She unapologetically labeled people as villains and enemies if she thought they disrespected public school teachers and public education.

Chief among them was former Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel.

Early on in her tenure as union president, she emerged from a meeting with Emanuel and revealed he had sworn at her. This came after she called the longer school day he was pushing a “babysitting” initiative.

“He jumped out of his chair and said, F-you Lewis,” she recalled. “And I jumped out of my chair and said, who the F do you think you are talking to? I don’t work for you.”

Lewis said she went on to use “infinitely more colorful South Side language,” as did the mayor.

Nora Flanagan, who taught with Lewis at Lane Tech High School on the North Side, said she thinks teachers were inspired by that moment.

“That was when Karen made it clear that this was going to be a fight and we all were like, ‘Okay, let’s do this,’ and we took off our earrings and had someone hold our shoes and got ready for a big fight with a new, very powerful mayor,” Flanagan said. “We needed someone to swing, to make it obvious this might get ugly, but she was ready and we should be ready too.”

Lewis was known for throwing verbal bombs. She called Emanuel the “murder mayor” when the union was on the front lines in the fight against the historic closing of 50 schools in 2013.

“Look at the murder rate in this city. He’s murdering schools. He’s murdering jobs. He’s murdering housing. I don’t know what else to call him. He’s the murder mayor,” she said during the school closing fight.

And she once told a group of community and business leaders that then-Gov. Bruce Rauner, who for years held up the passage of a state budget until his agenda was approved, was a new “ISIS recruit … because the things he’s doing look like acts of terror on poor and working-class people,” she said.

Potter said it took courage for Lewis to speak that way and it was a risk. He said even some members of the union would tell him that “Karen was too much.” He saw that as a euphemism for her being “too black.”

Potter said, though she didn’t like it, she would often have Potter or one of the other white officers go to member meetings in the white strongholds on the far Northwest and Southwest sides.

“In some ways, Karen was a consummate diplomat because she could span all these different environments, but in other ways she was the most smash-mouthed person I have ever known because she would not be afraid to say it like it was,” he said.

James Franczek, the chief labor attorney for the school district, said Lewis used rhetoric that people were not used to and that made some uncomfortable.

“My first impression was, ‘Wow, this woman is sort of off the rails,’” he said. “Karen has many positive traits but subtlety is not one of them.”

While Franczek said he disagreed with Lewis on most issues, he said he wound up liking her personally. In the years after the arduous 2012 negotiations, he would have dinner or coffee with her and they would talk about some of the things she loved — opera, classical music and what books she was reading.

“She disagrees with you on almost everything, but she does it with a sense of humor that makes those disagreements enjoyable,” Franczek said.

Franczek called Lewis a “force of nature” and someone who is so “unique he doesn’t think there will ever be another leader like her.”

Her intelligence and wit earned the respect of even her staunchest adversaries. When she retired, Mayor Emanuel sent her matzah ball soup, a traditional Jewish food. Emanuel called her a friend and said he respected her advocacy for the children of Chicago.

“A fearless truth teller” Current Chicago Teacher Union Vice President Jesse Sharkey, like Potter, was part of the group of young, upstart high school teachers who founded the CORE union caucus to take on the union leadership they ultimately replaced. They criticized former leaders for letting the school district increase privatization without a fight and for being unwilling to take on the broader social justice issues in public education.

Sharkey said he relished watching Lewis become “like a folk icon in the city.”

“Her ability to speak to the mass media and working-class people in the city really caught hold of the imagination of people broadly in Chicago,” he said. “It was amazing to see unfold.”

But he said it would be wrong to make Lewis out to be a cuddly figure who was friends with Emanuel. As with many black leaders, he said the tendency is to try to remove their sharp edge.

“This is the person who called Rahm Emanuel the murder mayor and was willing to take on the powerful and the establishment,” Sharkey said. “She has been a voice for black workers, she has been a voice for the underdog.”

Sharkey said Lewis was a “fearless truth teller” who was a “lightning rod of criticism.”

“She bore it with incredible grace and a tremendous amount of patience and really helped to give people confidence to create a movement,” he said.

Stacy Davis Gates, the current union vice president, said on the day the Chicago Board of Education voted to close 50 schools, Lewis declared she was going to shift the political landscape of the city. Lewis was gearing up to run for mayor against Emanuel when she was diagnosed with brain cancer.

While Lewis didn’t get to challenge Emanuel, her vision played out, said Davis Gates. For one, Emanuel is no longer mayor, having decided not to run for a third term in 2019.

And in 2019, Sharkey and Davis Gates led the teachers out on an 11-day strike, demanding many of the supports and resources called for in that 2012 document, The Schools Chicago’s Students Deserve.

The contract they negotiated includes commitments for hundreds more nurses and social workers, as well as class size caps, for the first time.

Davis Gates said it was Lewis that gave union leaders and teachers in Chicago the conviction to take on the fight.

“You see all of the threads and the fruits of her labor manifesting in a way where you don’t have just the one, you have the mightier, you have the more stable, you have a chorus of voices shaking their hand and demanding the justice she embodied as the leader of this union,” she said.

Sharkey also gave Lewis a powerful nod on the eve of the October 2019 strike. As he stood before throngs of members in their red shirts, Sharkey declared, “This is the house that Karen built.”

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sirloozelite · 4 years

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Hi! I have a chapter/prompt idea for you. Remember the line in the Ahsoka book that goes... “what do you even know about family?” Kaeden said. “You never had one. And you probably never had friends, either. Just clones who had to do everything you said, because you were their superior officer.” Would love to see Ahsoka and Kaeden talk about it in a prompt/chapter. It really struck a nerve in me. The Jedi and clones were Ahsoka’s family and majority of them died... :(

Hey anon, hope you didn’t mind the wait for the reply. Wanted to get it all good and everything. I took your idea and ran with it a bit. It might not be 100% what you wanted, but I hope you liked what I did do. Thanks for the prompt. Feel free to send more my way. Same goes for the rest of you. XD

1: Kaeden and Ahsoka speak about family

"Hey, I need to talk to you. It's important."

Ahsoka Tano was no expert at romance. There was a reason many of her closest friends, her girlfriend included, often referred to her as the 'Queen of being Dense'. Nine times out of ten she missed the subtle social cues that usually indicated that something was wrong, or that something shouldn't be investigated or talked about.

Of course though, Ahsoka just had to be the person who would break all of those rules! She blamed her time as an undercover spy.

That said, even she knew when something was bothering someone, and by the way Kaeden has suddenly sunk onto the couch next to her, her posture slouched in despair and her tone grim, it was something bad.

And as Kaeden Larte's girlfriend, it was Ahsoka's job to find out what the problem was!

"What's up?" Ahsoka replied as she bookmarked the page of the 'Book of Hondo', setting it aside for later, before moving closer to Kaeden, one arm wrapping round the human woman.

Kaeden didn't answer immediately, though she did raise her head from where she had been staring at the floor blankly. Her eyes, usually so bright with joy and focus, and sometimes mischievousness, instead seemed to have a dark shadow to them, as if something was haunting the gateway to her soul.

"Kaeden? Talk to me."

"I need to apologise to you."

That surprised Ahsoka! What did Kaeden possibly have to apologise for? If anything Ahsoka was the one that should be apologizing on a daily basis for all the crazy stunts she pulled.

Still, whatever Kaeden felt like she had to apologize for was clearly eating her up inside, so Ahsoka didn't hesitate to respond.

"I forgive you."

"No! I… you don't even know what I'm apologizing for!

"I know… but I already forgive you."

"Please Ahsoka… just… just let me speak."

Ahsoka didn't miss the way Kaeden had winced as Ahsoka had 'forgiven' her without blinking an eye. The thought that Kaeden thought that Ahsoka wouldn't forgive her hurt the Togruta. Did Kaeden not know how special she was to Ahsoka?

"Ok Kaeden… ok. What do you need to apologize for?"

Kaeden lowered her head for a few seconds as she contemplated how to phrase whatever was on her mind. Ahsoka didn't want to rush her, but every moment that passed was hell for the Togruta. She hated seeing anyone suffer, double so for Kaeden.

"About Raada. About what I said to you when you first revealed your Force powers. I said you didn't know what it was like to have a family. That all you had were Clones to boss around because you were their commanding officer. I was wrong to say that, and I was wrong to say you didn't know what it meant to have a family and I'm so sorry for what I said to you."

Ahsoka's eyes widened. She had honestly forgotten that Kaeden had ever said such a thing! Had she really said something that could have been taken in such a cruel way?

Memories came back to Ahsoka, one of an angry Kaeden surrounded by her friends and sister on Raada, accusing her of not helping them fight the Empire more, of not doing enough!

But even back then, Ahsoka had remembered not being angry at the words. She had understood, and in some ways she agreed. What did Ahsoka know about a true family? She had been taken from hers at three years of age after all.

"What's brought this on Kaeden?" Ahsoka asked quietly, pulling the human woman closer to her, resting her head atop Kaeden's, hoping it offered some comfort. From the way Kaeden leaned in closer as well, Ahsoka could tell it was having some sort of positive effect.

"I was speaking to Rex. I told him what I said to you and he… well he didn't take it too well to say the least."

Ahsoka didn't even realize she had frozen up until she felt Kaeden's palm gently wrap around her own, squeezing intently as a reminder that she was still there. Ahsoka couldn't help the build up of anger at herself that occurred suddenly. She was supposed to be comforting Kaeden… not the other way around!

"What did Rex say?" Ahsoka inquired, worried that her girlfriend had just inadvertently made an enemy out of her oldest and most trusted friend.

"He called me unreasonable and said I was damned lucky to have you. He said if anyone ever hurt his little sister he would kill them, then clone them just so he could kill them again. I don't think he was even kidding!"

Once more Ahsoka's eyes widened at Kaeden's recount of Rex's words. In all honesty, she wasn't that surprised about ex's reaction. The old Clone Captain was fiercely territorial and defensive when it came to people he saw as his brothers and family, and in Ahsoka's case, his little sister.

There was a time Ahsoka could recall that all of the Clones in the 501st saw her that way. Rex was always willing to teach her, to help her improve herself.

Fives was always willing to joke around with her. He had taught her how not to succumb to the pressures of command.

Echo had taught her how to be patient, how to follow procedure when it mattered most. Losing him at the Citadel had been a major blow for them all.

Kix and Coric had taught her how to save people in more ways than one. It didn't matter that they weren't always out fighting, as they fought the most dangerous and formidable foe in existence on a daily basis and won. Combating death was one hell of a task after all.

It wasn't just the boys in the 501st that had taught her either. Both Cody and Wolffe had given her new perspective on things. Through their teachings and encouragement, she had learned how to adapt on the fly, how to improvise, and most importantly, how to get the job done.

And then there were the rest. Hardcase had taught her to be bold. Waxer and Boil had taught her the importance of companionship. Dogma had taught her to have faith and not lose it.

And Jesse had taught her how to be cautious. It was not the lesson she wished she had learnt from him, but it was the most important one of her life, one she had carried with her as Fulcrum. When Order 66 had been issued, and Jesse turned on her and Rex, Ahsoka had no choice but to act.

There were nights where she still saw the Arc Trooper in her dreams, impaled on a burning green blade, mere seconds away from murdering Rex in cold blood. She did not regret her actions, but she wished how they had been different.

If only things had been different.

"He was right of course. The Clones, despite being your subordinates, were your family. Rex told me about them all. About Fives and Echo, Jesse and Hardcase. Hell he even introduced me to Kix. And then there's the Jedi too!"

Ahsoka listened as Kaeden continued on, recalling more and more of her discussion with Rex, which sounded like had gotten more civil after the old Clone's initial hostility.

"And then Rex told me about the Jedi he knew, about the one's he knew had a strong bond with you. I'm sorry about Master Plo Koon, Ahsoka. I wish I could have met him. He sounded wonderful."

"He really was." Ahsoka couldn't help but reply, her fond memories of the Kel Dor coming to her mind. How she wished he was still here.

"He also told me about Anakin. And Senator Amidala too."

Ahsoka tried not to stiffen at the mention of her former Jedi Master. Even now he was a sore spot, for both her and Rex. How Obi-Wan was able to forgive and forget was unknown to her. She really wished she had his patience and understanding sometimes.

But then she hadn't been there at the end, and Obi-Wan had. Perhaps he knew something she didn't.

"I know you hate him Ahsoka, and no one blames you for it, but from what Rex told me he was like your father figure in many ways. I can't imagine what it was like to have to kill him."

It had been hard at the time…. but like with Jesse it had been necessary. Ahsoka had had to make a difficult decision with the information she had… just as Anakin had taught her too as a Padawan.

And Padmé? Padmé had taught her to trust in her actions, and to know right from wrong.

Ahsoka really hoped that the Senator would be proud of her if she was still alive.

"So I'm sorry. I was wrong to say you didn't know what it was like to have a family, because you did have one. It was just very different from mine." Kaeden finished, squeezing Ahsoka's hand again whilst waiting for the Togruta's response.

Wasting no time and already knowing how she was going to respond, Ahsoka brought her free hand up to Kaeden's cheek, gently pulling the woman's face towards her before placing a gentle kiss to her lips.

Pulling back, Ahsoka rested her forehead on Kaeden's and spoke.

"As I said, you are already forgiven, forever and always. My family may have been different from yours, but back then you had every right to say what you did. I may have lost that family, but now I have a new one in you."

The way Kaeden's face lit up with a small smile was all the response Ahsoka needed. If Kaeden was happy, so was she.

"I…. ok… thanks Ahsoka. I feel like I understand you better now thanks to Rex. I wish I could have met all of your old family."

"Me too Kaeden. Me too." Ahsoka replied, banishing any thoughts of the fate of her old family from her mind. It would not do her well to dwell on the past. Right now all she wanted to focus on was the present.

And that present was Kaeden Larte.

#The One-Shot Saga #ahsoka tano #kaeden larte #kaesoka

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dumbbitchnumberone · 5 years

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Maybe its one of their birthdays,,,

Okay so this ficlet… kinda got away from me. It’s 3500 words. That’s longer than 2 of the full fics in TVG, but I just started writing and couldn’t stop. without further ado, enjoy:

Truth be told, the only reason Wade looked the kid up on Instagram in the first place was because he needed to figure out where he’d be and when to prevent him from getting assassinated, but even after the hitman situation was dealt with he found himself checking the kid’s profile every now and then.

Peter posts pretty frequently, but when he does it isn’t like there’s any sort of strongly curated theme. He doesn’t just post aesthetically pleasing pictures of coffee and designer clothes—he posts what’s going on in his life.

There’s a picture taken from a hospital bed in Avenger’s Tower. There’s a picture of a cool looking pigeon. There are multiple pictures of cute dogs he passed on the street and some dumb selfies with his friends. The thing is, those aren’t the ones that catch Wade’s eye.

The ones that catch his eye are the off-guard ones of the tall girl he hangs out with. The pictures of the city that had to have been taken while the kid was webbing his way around the city. A shot of the kid’s aunt (she’s his aunt? Is she old enough for that?) drinking coffee and sitting on the fire escape. Peter has quite the eye for what makes a good picture, but it’s obvious he doesn’t have anything to take pictures on other than his phone that’s quite a few generations out of date.

Wade has money. Granted, he’s been known to spend it all on plastique explosives so that he can build himself a throne out of them, but right now he has money. He’s also spent a lot of his life being poor—both regular poor and power shut off in the winter, breaking up bits of furniture to burn in a grate in the floor so you don’t freeze to death poor—which is why he knows that the kid won’t accept a gift from him without a good reason. Peter hasn’t talked about being poor exactly, but Wade has heard some of his epic rants about how annoying it is that Stark is always throwing money at his problems and trying to give Peter a new phone or laptop because “this one still works just fine—why would I get rid of it?” That along with the way he hardly ever goes out anywhere (if his Instagram stories are anything to judge by) and wears the same worn but well taken care of clothes almost every time Wade sees him as a real person is enough context for him to get a grasp of the kid’s attitude. It helps that Matt mentioned the kid’s aunt is a nurse and the uncle is dead. Living in New York on a nurse’s salary with a kid? That can’t be easy on the old wallet.

It isn’t until he’s leaning out of Matt’s bedroom window so that he can smoke without bothering the guy that he finally thinks of a time the kid might accept a gift. Peter always says that he’s almost sixteen, but there haven’t been any sweet sixteen posts on his Instagram, meaning his birthday is still coming up. The only question is when.

Wade stubs the cigarette out on the brick outside Matt’s window before dropping the butt to the street.

“Hey, when’s the kid’s birthday?” he asks, turning to look at where Matt is lying on his stupid, wonderful silk sheets.

Matt raises his eyebrows. “Considering what your heart just did, that is not the question I was expecting.”

Wade snorts. “Very funny. Seriously though, do you know when it is?”

“August tenth,” Matt answers. “Why?”

Thank god—still a week or so out. “Cause I wanted to get him something. Sixteen is a big deal and all.”

“That’s true,” Matt agrees, pulling himself up into a sitting position. “I’ve been trying to think of something to get him, but I’m not sure what he’d like.”

“I want to get him a camera—one of the really nice ones. You wanna go in together on it for him?” Wade offers.

“Sure—but why a camera?”

“If you could see his Instagram then you’d know,” Wade teases, and Matt snorts.

“Asshole. Well, I don’t know anything about cameras. Do you?” he asks, and shit, Wade doesn’t know anything about cameras.

Matt must be able to read that realization in his pulse or whatever, and the smirk it puts on his face is so incredibly annoying.

“Shut up,” Wade says.

“I didn’t say anything,” Matt replies with the smirk still on his face.

“Yeah, well you didn’t have to.”

Matt must take pity on him for once, because the smirk fades away to a much nicer smile. “Put your clothes back on and I’ll help you track down Jess and get her to tell us about cameras.”

“You really want me to put my clothes back on already?” Wade tries, because he is but a man and asshole-ish smirk or not, Matt’s got it goin’ on.

After a second of consideration Matt says, “No, I guess not.”

-----

“Okay, seriously, let’s go find Jess and get this figured out,” Matt says eventually as he’s doing up the buttons on his stupid fancy shirt.

Wade gets that matching clothes can be hard—but a suit every day has got to be some form of penance because no way in hell would anyone other than a Catholic willingly do that to themselves.

“Ugh, fine. Give my healing factor a second,” Wade groans.

Matt snorts and throws Wade’s shirt at him. “Don’t be a bitch. I’ve seen you walk off stab wounds quicker than that.”

“Haven’t seen anything,” Wade mutters under his breath, getting his pants thrown at him as well for his efforts.

Once they get down to the street looking like the world’s strangest yet most fitting couple (seriously, a horribly scarred guy and a blind guy—the perfect combination), Wade realizes that he’s the one blindly following after Matt.

“Hey, where are we going? Did you call Jess when I wasn’t looking?” he asks even though he highly doubts that’s the case. With Matt it’s almost always something stranger.

Wade’s hypothesis is proven once again as Matt shakes his head. “I know where she is.”

“… why do you know where she is?”

Matt shrugs. “We were hanging out last night and she mentioned she was getting lunch with her sister today around now. I know the general area she’ll be in, and I can find her from there.”

Freak.

“You’re so fucking weird,” Wade says, and Matt just smiles brightly at him.

He follows after Matt for another two blocks before the man stops abruptly and turns onto the next street then into a café that Wade doesn’t recall seeing the last time he was in this part of the city.

Matt heads straight for a table near the back, and Wade takes his arm so that it at least looks like the blind guy is the one being led.

“Jessica,” Matt says as they come to stand at the edge of a table tucked into a corner.

Jessica looks up from where she had been talking to a blonde lady who looks absolutely nothing like her yet still strangely familiar. Jess groans, and the blonde one just gapes at the two of them. Wade’s used to it, so he just waves at her. She looks embarrassed and immediately tears her eyes away from his face.

Jessica gives them a scrutinizing look and wrinkles up her nose. “Really? You couldn’t even bother taking a shower before you came and tracked me down?”

“We tried,” Wade replies, putting his arm around Matt’s waist and yanking him closer even if it does get him an elbow in the ribs. “We just got distracted.”

“Gross. What do you want?” she says, though she doesn’t actually sound all that grossed out.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends, Jess?” the blonde one asks, but it’s really very clearly a demand.

Jessica sighs. “They aren’t my friends, they’re a pain in my ass. The blind one’s Matt—my lawyer. You’ve met him once,” Matt smiles his charming smile in the blonde’s general direction. “The burn victim is Wade. Assholes, this is Trish. Now, tell me what you want.”

“We need to know about cameras,” Wade chimes in.

“What about them?” she asks.

“What’s a good one for someone who’s new to photography,” Matt asks.

“Sorry Murdock, but no matter how fancy a camera you buy, the pictures are still gonna come out blurry.”

Matt gives her a very flat look. “It’s for Peter. His birthday is coming up.”

Jessica’s demeanor softens a little bit at that, and it’s precious—not that Wade would ever say that out loud. But he’s noticed that at least he isn’t the only one who has a Peter-shaped soft spot in his heart.

“How much are you guys willing to spend?” she asks.

“I just took a job,” Wade says.

Jess nods in understanding. “Foreign or domestic?”

“It was in Brazil.”

“Ah, thought that one might’ve been you. Usually you’re more obvious though,” she says.

“This one called for subtlety. Made the paycheck higher, so I can’t complain too much.”

Trish looks like she’s just dying to ask what Wade’s job is, but she must be smart considering she doesn’t.

“Well, if money isn’t an issue, you can’t go wrong with a Sony Alpha A7 III. It’s around 2000, very beginner friendly, but if he has any trouble with it then I’ll be more than happy to show him how to get started with it,” Jess replies, taking out a pen from her pocket and scribbling something down on a napkin. “Get this lens with it—it shouldn’t be more than 500.”

“You’re a godsend,” Wade says, taking the napkin from her and blowing her a kiss.

Jessica rolls her eyes. “Save it for someone who’ll put out, Wilson.”

“Wonderful talking to you as always,” Matt says. “Nice to meet you properly, Trish.”

“You too,” Trish says with a smile.

Wade and Matt leave the restaurant and trek all the way up to the nearest Best Buy to get their hands on the camera and lens Jess recommended. The sales associate looks at them a bit strangely, and when he asks what they’re going to be using the camera for Matt somehow knows to slam his hand over Wade’s mouth and answer himself. Good choice; Wade’s answer would’ve been nudes.

“Do you know how to wrap presents?” Wade asks, looking at the boxes the camera and lens are in and then looking back to Matt to see the bitchiest look on his face.

“No, I don’t know how to wrap presents, Wade.”

“Well do you know anyone who knows how to wrap presents?”

“Yes,” Matt says with a defeated sigh.

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Half an hour later, Wade finds himself in a rundown apartment building with a two thousand dollar camera in a bag on one arm and a roll of Spider-Man wrapping paper from the dollar store with Matt standing beside him and knocking obnoxiously on the door.

“I know you’re in there, asshole,” Matt calls out, thumping his fist against the door again. “Stop calling me a bitch under your breath and say it to my face.”

“You’re a bitch,” comes a response that’s loud enough for Wade and his sad, normal hearing to pick up.

“To my face,” Matt repeats.

“I’ll shoot you!” the voice calls back.

“That’s a lie!” Matt says.

There’s silence for a moment followed by the sound of heavy footsteps and the door opening.

“What the hell do you two clowns want?” Frank asks, pinching the bridge of his nose much like a put-out parent.

“We need help wrapping a present for Peter’s birthday,” Matt says.

Frank looks like he just might shoot them both. “And why the hell did you decide to come to me for that?”

“You were the nearest fully functional adult I could think of. Take it as a compliment. Help us wrap the present and we’ll put your name on the card too.”

Frank stares at them for a moment but eventually loses the stare-down with Matt and lets them in.

While wrapping the present, he interrogates them on their choice of gift. Once he gets an answer that he deems suitable for that, he moves on to giving them shit about the choice in wrapping paper. Then he gives Matt shit for something Hell’s Kitchen related that Wade has very little interest in.

“Are you two done flirting?” Wade asks when Matt and Frank are still talking long after the present’s been wrapped.

“Why? Eager to be alone with me again?” Matt shoots back.

Frank gags.

Matt punches him in the shoulder.

They leave after that, and it’s determined that Matt should be the one to keep the camera safe until Peter’s birthday. Wade gets to keep the definitely-not-officially-licensed Spider-Man wrapping paper though, so it’s a pretty fair trade.

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Peter’s apparently got his hand full with a combination of school, his internship, and dealing with the lowlifes of Queens, so Wade doesn’t get a chance to see the kid—either as himself or his alter-ego in the next week. In fact, it isn’t until he’s scrolling aimlessly through Instagram that he sees a picture of a poorly-made cake on the kid’s story and realizes that it’s the tenth. One frantic flurry of text messages to Matt later, he confirms that Matt hasn’t had the chance to see the kid either thanks to being up to his non-functional eyeballs in lawyer work for the entire week.

Matt isn’t a fan of texting, so he elects to call Wade instead of suffering through any more grammatical errors and excessive punctuation.

“Should we bring it to him tonight?” Matt asks.

“I mean, it’s his birthday. I doubt he’s going out as Spider-Man on his sweet sixteen,” Wade points out. “Come on orphan, at least pretend you have a functional knowledge of childhood milestones.”

“I’m flipping you off right now,” Matt says.

“Glad to hear it—wait, he just added to his story again.” Wade taps on the gradient circle surrounding Peter’s profile picture and sees a short video of the kid, his aunt, and the two friends he’s always with at a restaurant. Wade’s pretty sure he actually knows that restaurant, and that’s confirmed when he checks Peter’s location on Snapchat. “He’s like, six blocks from your place. Carmine’s—you ever been there?”

“Ugh—yes. Worst date of my life,” Matt replies, and Wade makes note of that comment so he can wheedle out all the wonderful, cringeworthy details at a later date.

“Great, meet me there. Don’t forget the camera.”

“Don’t forget the card,” Matt shoots back before the line goes dead.

Wade won’t forget the card. He put way too much effort into the card to forget it—including hand-done illustrations and glitter. Rather than bother Dopinder or, god forbid, take the subway, Wade just gets an Uber and talks the poor driver’s ear off the whole way there.

When they pull up outside, Wade sees Matt standing casually outside the restaurant and the driver is more than happy to have the weird, rambling burn victim out of his car.

“Matthew!” Wade calls, pulling Matt into a half hug. “You’re here!”

“Of course I’m here, dumbass,” Matt replies in that charming way of his. “Peter and his people are still inside—let’s go give him the present. Oh, by the way, his aunt thinks I’m his Spanish tutor, and I don’t think either of his friends know who I am either. Let’s keep it that way.”

“Um, well, his friends definitely know who I am, so how are we gonna explain how Deadpool knows his Spanish tutor?” Wade says, and god bless poor Matt for having to keep all these different stories in order. Super-secret identities are a bitch.

“I’m Daredevil’s lawyer, I met you through him,” Matt answers.

“Wow, you had that one prepared. Have to use it a lot?”

“More often than you’d think. Come on, it smells like sewage out here,” Matt says, putting his free arm through Wade’s and dragging him towards the restaurant.

Even with Wade on his arm, Matt still manages to charm the maître d’ into escorting them to the Parker’s table.

“Hey, kiddo!” Wade says, loud enough to get the attention of everyone at the table, but not so loud as to draw unwanted attention. Contrary to popular belief, he can manage some sort of subtlety on occasion. “Thought you could ditch out on us on your birthday?”

Peter looks shocked at first and then pleasantly surprised by the two of them. That adorable smile spreads across his face, quite the contrast to the unreadable look on the girl’s face and the awed one on Ned’s. Peter’s aunt is doing a pretty good job of not staring at his general appearance, so props to her.

“Wade—Matt, hi!” Peter says. “What’re you guys doing here?”

“Wishing you a happy birthday. And giving you a reminder—what did I tell you about Snap Maps the first night we met?” Wade says.

“Hitman’s best friend, I know, Wade. You’re one of, like, six people who can see where I am,” Peter answers in a very exasperated ‘yes, dad’ sort of way.

Wade is touched by that, and he puts his hand over his heart.

“Hi, Matt. It’s good to see you again,” the kid’s aunt says with a smile that Matt can get from any woman on the planet. “And Wade, was it? I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you before,” she adds on with a very deliberate look at Peter.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Wade says. “I’m a friend of Peter’s. From work.”

May’s eyebrows shoot to her hairline and she gives Peter another look.

“Um,” Peter says, looking over at Wade who gives him a big ole thumbs up. “Deadpool,” he whispers to his aunt.

She looks shocked, and Wade speaks up to fill the silence.

“Anyway, sorry DD couldn’t be here, but you know how much of a bitch he is about his stupid secret identity. He sent his lawyer to serve as a proxy. We come bearing gift.”

Matt sets the nicely wrapped gift onto the table. “Courtesy of my clients.”

Wade sets the card on top of the box and pushes both towards Peter.

Peter picks the card up off of the box and admires Wade’s doodles on the front of it before opening it up to read what Wade wrote inside.

Hey kid, happy birthday! You might be sixteen, but I’m sure we’ve all stressed you out to the point your heart is in its mid forties. We might be a bunch of dysfunctional alcoholics with the emotional maturity of thirteen year olds, but here’s hoping you’ll be the first of us to break that cycle. With so many examples of what not to do, how hard can it be? Anyway, we’re proud of you for sticking (ha! Get it?) with us. I like to think I’m pretty observant, so I think you’ll be able to put this gift to good use. You can thank Jess for lending her experience in the area to DD and me, and Frank for being the only adult we know who can wrap presents.

Happy birthday, webhead.

–Wade, DD, Jess, and last but not least Frank.

Peter smiles up at Wade after reading the card. “Thanks, Wade, and tell DD thanks too. And Ms. Jones, and Mr. Castle.”

“I’ll be sure to pass it along,” Matt says with a smile of his own.

Peter sets the card aside very carefully before taking care in opening the package. As soon as he sees the box, the kid just gapes up at Wade.

“This is too much,” he says, and Wade is reassured in his choice of waiting for a special occasion to give the gift.

“Baby-child, there’s nothing I’d rather do with my paycheck from murdering a druglord and burning down his empire than get you something you’ll undoubtedly put to good use,” Wade replies, earning himself a rather horrified look from the kid’s poor aunt.

Rather than being disturbed by Wade’s declaration, Peter gets up from his place at the table and flings himself into Wade to hug him.

“Thank you,” Peter mumbles where his face is smushed up against Wade’s chest.

Wade smiles down at him.

“You’re welcome, kid.”

#ask shit #ficlet fest!#The Teenage Vigilante's Guide

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hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger · 5 years

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Spider-Force #1 Thoughts

Another mixed bag

Once upon a time Stan Lee said every issue is someone’s first. The idea being that you should only presume prior knowledge on the readers’ parts up to a point and otherwise fill them in on the important details of their characters and the ongoing story so that any reader, new, old, or lapsed, could enjoy any issue.

Come the 2000s this way of doing things got abandoned. At best you’d get a recap page that would fill you in on the plot but little else.

I mention all this because I only skimmed Kaine’s Scarlet Spider book and whilst I collected it I barely skimmed Ben Reilly: Scarlet Spider, I plan on reading both more thoroughly at some point in the future. I merely heard about some things regarding Jessica Drew’s solo title and my knowledge of Ashley Barton only stretches as far as her terrible and confusing debut in Old Man Logan and the knowledge she was among Otto’s more violent recruits in Spider-Verse.

What I’m saying is I’m not as familiar with all these characters as I could be. My Kaine knowledge rests chiefly in his 1990s and MC2 appearances with a little more stretching into BND and beyond. And he’s the character I’m most interested in this series for and who I know the most about.*

So please forgive me if in what I say going onwards is incorrect because of my lack of knowledge. In fact please enlighten me. I may for example see a problem where in truth there isn’t one had I read X issue of Spider Woman or not see a problem when there is one if only I’d more closely followed Y issue of Scarlet Spider.

However this itself presents an inherent problem with this book, and indeed more modern comics as a whole.

It took prior knowledge for granted.

I’m trying to recall a single instance in this issue where it was even mentioned that Kaine was the clone of Peter Parker, or any of his history with Ben Reilly. And I can’t. I can’t recall any of that stuff. Equally I can’t recall any instance of when Kaine and Jessica Drew ever shared a conversation with one another or why Jessica Drew would be a good recruit for this mission.

From the name, solicits, recap page and general tone of the book the vibe conveyed is that this is a title that is kind of the Spider Suicide Squad. A series cut from the cloth of the hard edged 1980s and 1990s action movies and comics but with spider powers in place of machine guns and knives.

The recruitment of Jessica Drew indeed is somewhat reminiscent of a dozen action films where the bad ass retired soldier has a family and is asked to come out of retirement.

This isn’t a knock against the issue. That’s what it’s trying to be, what it was made out to be, and in isolation it lives up to that.

These are Doc Ock’s more militant, more violent, more harder edged recruits and they certainly feel that way.

They’re slightly sarcastic. They’re more direct. They’re more cynical. They’re more practical and pragmatic. They aren’t that heroic. They aren’t that polite. They aren’t softball.

‘Spider-Force’ even as a name recalls the quintessentially 1990s title X-Force and all those other comics with ‘Force’ in their name.

I suppose when looked at through that lens the comic not filling you in too much isn’t a problem.

This is a hard edged taskforce with a suicide mission that’s necessary for the success of the war. That’s all the story demands you know, so details like Kaine being a clone, or Ashley being a criminal gang leader, isn’t terribly relevant.

Or at least not relevant...to the plot.

From a character POV the reader is left in the dark as to why exactly any of these characters would be good fits for this mission. Everyone seems ‘tough’ sure, but is that it?

Like I know why Jess, Kaine and Ashley are good fits for this mission because I have prior knowledge from older stories. But even then I wasn’t 100% sure if Jessica Drew really did have espionage training or not because her backstory has been retconned and she was a Skrull for awhile there. The story doesn’t clarify that.

The issue in the recap page (which isn’t even part of the real story so you lose some points there) claims this is a team assembled who isn’t afraid to die. But we see little of this from any of the characters. Putting aside how pretty much every Spider-Hero isn’t afraid to die regardless of being hard edged or not, the story shows the characters shocked and ticked off when Kaine reveals they’ve signed up for a suicide mission.

Not a mission that may result in their deaths, but something where the plan was for them to succeed but not return.

Or at least...I think that’s the case.

It’s confusing.

The recap page says this is about a team not afraid to die. Okay.

Then later Kaine blows their escape route stranding them there, implying this is a suicide run. Okay.

But on the same page he says they succeed OR they die. Umm....I’m lost.

Was the idea if they fail they can’t have the option of retreat?

Why didn’t Kaine tell them that upfront?

If they had to be tricked to serve the mission that undermines the recap page’s claim this is about a team who’s not afraid to die isn’t it?

I mean if that’s what the recap page tells you you imagine the idea behind the issue in recruiting the other members is that they’re knowing going after people not afraid to die. But if you have to trick them...then they would be afraid to die. Jessica specifically IS afraid to die because it’d mean losing her son.

Her motivation is also janky. She claims it’s important her son see her being a hero. Okay but from the artwork the baby looks way too young to remember anything so that doesn’t make sense. It would’ve been more logical to drop that aspect and focussed instead upon just the idea that if Jessica doesn’t help fight then then every spider totem including her helpless son would be at risk. Which IS in the story but isn’t given as her primary motivation.

Going back to Kaine I really do not know if being that manipulative is in character for him. It seems like a very Doc Ock move, so in that sense him being in Otto’s faction adds up.

But I dunno if it’s in character. Kaine had this policy in the Clone Saga of not killing indiscriminately and of killing only people who’re bad. From what I’ve read he evolved to minimize whom he kills in general. So the idea he’d be willing to sacrifice the lives of innocent heroes (including a mother and teenager) in such a coldly calculated way raises an eyebrow from me. Maybe it is in character and I don’t realize. I’ll admit my initial reaction to that was interest as it shows a what Peter could have become/could be if his nurture was different.

Another nitpick with Kaine by the way, his scars seemed awefully...tame. I thought in Clone Conspiracy the idea was his scars if not his clone degeneration as a whole had returned (I only skimmed that story too for the record). If that’s the case then shouldn’t he look as messed up as he did in the Clone Saga? Artistic licence was a thing but even when he looked the least ugly it was much uglier than this.

Other problems included the continual reference to Charlie as Ashley’s grandfather. It was to the point where I looked on Marvelwiki because I was sure that couldn’t be the case. Sure enough it wasn’t. I get what Priest was doing, he’s a version of Peter Parker, therefore is technically a version of Ashley’s grandpa but...it’s just confusing. And that’s confusing for me who knows who Ashley Barton is, god forbid you pick this up having not read Old Man Logan.

Another point of confusion was the baffling reference to Earth-3145 (a.k.a. the home of the cowardly Uncle Ben from Spider-Verse) as ‘home’. I don’t get it. Home to who? The Inheritors? That wasn’t the impression I got at all it seemed to be called home in reference to most of the Spider Heroes but...it isn’t. It’s not their home. It’s a version of New York but...did Ashley Barton even come from a version of NYC? I don’t recall but I have a feeling she didn’t.

Now there are positives to be had here.

For starters the pacing was very good, a lot happened and I even thought briefly it was extra sized but it wasn’t.

Charlie seems an intriguing character and a basic yet effective way of setting up the scenario through a character who, like us, isn’t entirely in the know.

And the artwork is mostly really lovely.

I dunno if I’d recommend reading this or not. I’ll have to see where it goes first.

#Spider-force #Spider-Geddon #Christopher Priest #Scarlet Spider #Kaine #Kaine Parker #Clone Saga #Spider Woman #Jessica Drew #Ashley Barton

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Avalanche 01.

Words: 2900+

Warnings: mentions of death, guns, cursing

A/N: hello again! I’m back with a new project! This is something I’ve had written for a while and it was actually a draft for a fic I started for another fandom. I don’t think I’ve ever really seen Zabdiel written this way so I hope you all enjoy! Give it a like or reblog if you want!

Untucking my knees from my chest, I pulled the crinkled note from my pocket. The ink had been smudged by the countless tears that had fallen onto it.

Miami - Carlos Santacruz

The relentless rain pelted down onto the windows of the bus, blurring the buildings that zipped past. A highway sign reading "Welcome to Miami!" stared back at me.

Slinging my backpack and duffle bag over my shoulders for what I hoped would be the last time, I hopped up into the aisle of the bus. A feeling of nervousness creeped into my chest as the bus rolled to a stop outside a large bus station. Throwing my hood over my head, I ran into the station and made my way to the front desk.

"Excuse me. Do you think you could help me find someone?" I asked quietly.

The old lady looked at me with a bored expression, popping her gum before she spoke. "There's a telephone book over in the corner, knock yourself out."

Defeatedly, I walked over to the phone book and started flipping through the "S" section. I scanned the pages quickly until one caught my eye.

Carlos Santacruz. 1825 Dade Heights. 678-999-8212.

Ripping the page from the spine, I turned and grabbed a small map from a kiosk against the wall. I pushed open the door of the station and started my journey to find the mystery person.

The puddles on the ground blurred as I trekked my way through the streets of Miami. The ripples in the water masked my undoubtedly horrendous reflection. Jumping from bus to bus didn't allow me the time to keep up with my appearance that I once cared so much about.

Being on the run was never my first choice, nor was it a choice that I ever wanted to act upon. I considered it a last resort as the solution to the many problems that seemed to stem from the life my family chose. The life that I never wanted to be a part of.

The little stability that my family still possessed started deteriorating the day my mother passed away. A vicious car accident took her life and no one even batted an eye.

My father, who was already a workaholic, became more invested in his business. He made sure I was only told the bare minimum when it came down to it but I wasn't oblivious. I knew what my father did behind closed doors.

The final straw was when my brother got involved. I can't say I was surprised because I knew that day would eventually come. Jacob was impressionable, strong, and smart which made him perfect material for my father's business. He knew the risks of running inside operations in the business and made sure that I stayed as far away as possible. Jacob had a good heart and always made sure to look after me.

To keep myself from insanity, I occupied myself with superficial friends, designer clothes, expensive makeup, and more boyfriends than I can count on one hand. And it all worked out, up until four nights ago.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at my destination. A street sign reading “Dade Heights” hung above my head. This side of town looked much different than where I had arrived off the bus. A gloomy feeling hung in the air and everything appeared old and run-down.

Stares were thrown my way as I walked through the neighborhood. Intimidation set into my chest as I examined the people sitting outside their house.

"Looks like you've strayed off your path!" a man yelled across the way. He had shaggy brown hair and a jet black leather jacket across his torso. His persona screamed danger and I immediately wanted to turn and run. "So tell me, who are you looking for?"

I pondered for a moment wondering if I should even answer. The smarter side of me told me to keep walking. But the logic part of my brain gave me the realization that I had no idea where or who I was looking for. "I'm looking for a Carlos Santacruz," I replied back.

The man scoffed and started walking towards me slowly. "A Carlos Santacruz," he mocked in a girly tone. "Try the Carlos Santacruz." I hadn't realized how close he had gotten until we were almost standing toe to toe. "What does someone like you need to do with him?" he asked quizzically.

Realizing that I shouldn't have even stopped in the first place, I now had put myself into a compromising position. I held my ground, trying not to show the intimidation that I felt deep in my chest. "I need to see him. Can you tell me where I can find him?" I questioned in a condescending tone.

"Sure. First why don't you tell me what you're doing here. It's rare that we get to see someone like you around -"

"Leave her alone, Ricky!" a female voice shouted, cutting him off abruptly.

I turned around quickly to see a girl with long brown and pink tresses. A similar leather jacket adorning her shoulders like the others.

The man I now knew to be Ricky groaned loudly. "Aw c'mon Reyes! We were just having a little fun with the newbie."

The girl strode towards us, walking up to stand next to me. "Give her a break asshole," she sneered back. Turning to me, she examined me before speaking. "I'm actually headed to see Carlos right now if you want to tag along."

With relief flooding my system, I gave a quick nod and adjusted the hood sitting over my head.

She flashed me a quick smile before speaking. "Alright then. Follow me."

As we started walking away, Ricky yelled behind us. "Will I see you later, Tori?"

"In your dreams, Ricky!" she hissed over her shoulder.

----

The walk to a place called “El Barrio” was short. Tori made small talk to fill the silence, telling me different things about this side of town. She asked me few questions about who I was which I was thankful for.

El Barrio was very similar to a typical bar down in Puerto Rico. People gathered around several pool tables, cheering when someone would hit a pocket. A currently vacant dance floor was situated in the middle of the room. It reminded me of home, something that I now missed.

"C'mon. I'll walk you up to Carlos's office before I get started at work." Tori shouted over the loud music, nodding her head in the direction of a staircase that led to a second floor.

It wasn't until Tori walked ahead of me that I noticed the large logo embroidered onto the back of her jacket. Espadas was written around a large red and black spade logo. Climbing to the top of the stairs, I looked over the balcony at the rest of the patrons in the bar. They too had a similar logo situated on the back of their jackets. What had I gotten myself into? I thought to myself.

Standing in front of a large wooden door, Tori rapped her knuckles against it twice before turning the door knob. With every inch the door opened further, my anxiety seemed to rise.

"Carlos, you have a visitor," Tori announced, peeking through the cracked door.

"Can it wait? I'm in the middle of something important." A deep voice I'm assuming belonged to Carlos asked.

Tori looked over her shoulder at me, as if asking if it could wait. I shook my head quickly before she turned around. "I don't think this can wait," she confirmed loudly.

There was a long pause and a deep sigh before he spoke again. "Alright. Bring them in."

Before I could prepare myself, Tori had pushed the door wide open. I couldn't move even if I wanted to, my feet feeling like they were cemented to the ground.

I got a look at the man I had been searching for, finally being able to put a face to a name. Carlos was tall and radiated power. Scruff littered his face and his hair was combed back into a gentleman's cut.

Realizing that he wasn't alone, I turned to look at the man occupying the chair in front of Carlos's desk. His dark eyes scanned my figure as he looked at me. A similar leather jacket laid over his broad frame. A scowl was set on his face, appearing angry that I had interrupted their meeting.

"Jess?” Carlos asked surprisingly, breaking me out of my thoughts.

Snapping back to reality, I quickly turned towards Carlos "You know who I am?" I questioned.

"Of course I do. Your dad is one of my very good friends," Carlos stated matter of factly. "How did you end up here?" he asked unsure.

I hesitated with my reply. How did I end up here? Where do I even start?

Sensing my hesitation, Carlos spoke again. “Zabdiel why don't you give us some privacy. We can finish this up later," he spoke, turning towards the unnamed male sitting in the room with us.

Zabdiel.

Zabdiel drew in a deep breath before letting it out again, his frustration coming out along with it. He stood to full height and brushed past me, slamming the door as he left.

"Don't worry about him. He can be a bit short-tempered," Carlos excused.

Nodding my head, I took a seat in front of Carlos's desk.

"Well there can't be any good reason that you're here. So why don't you tell me what happened," he started solemnly, rubbing his hands over his face.

"I was sitting downstairs at the safe house in Pasadena when the front window shattered. My brother rushed me upstairs and pulled a backpack and a duffle bag of clothes out from the closet. He said that everything I needed would be in here," I recalled, grabbing my backpack that was over my shoulder. "Once I got far enough away from the house, I got a cab and headed to the bus station. The only thing I had to go off of was this," I said, pulling the note out of my backpack and pushing it towards him on the desk.

Carlos scanned over the note, thinking before he spoke.

“Carajo,” he muttered to himself.

By the look on his face, I could tell that this already difficult situation had just gotten ten times worse. How is one to react when someone shows up looking for you based off of a note with a name?

"Does anyone know you're here?" Carlos questioned.

"No," I answered quickly. "I left through a hidden exit in the safe house undetected. The only person who knows I'm here is you."

Carlos seemed to hesitate before asking his next question. "What about your dad and Jacob?"

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. Squeezing my eyes shut, I chose my words carefully before speaking. "I don't know. Once I finally got out of the house, I heard lots of yelling and gunshots. Jacob told me not to turn back, no matter what," I said with a quiet voice, opening my eyes that had started to sting with tears.

Carlos took a deep breath before standing. "Okay. Until I can figure out what to do we need to get you to the safe house," he said sternly, walking out from behind the desk to stand next to me. "The others are on a run right now so Zabdiel will have to take you. He's the only other one who knows how to get in."

Carlos led me back down the stairs from his office and onto the main floor of the bar. Stares were thrown my way as I followed behind.

"Zabdiel!" Carlos yelled in the direction of the pool tables.

Zabdiel was leaned over one of the tables, about to make a shot, when Carlos's yell caught him off guard. His cue went right over the ball, causing him to miss his shot. The others snickered around him, causing Zabdiel to throw a glare their way.

"You know, if you're going to ruin my shot, can you give me a heads up first?" Zabdiel sneered, passing his pool cue to a guy next to him. I had this feeling that he was one of the only ones who could speak to Carlos like that.

"I got a job for you," Carlos started, walking towards him to shake his hand.

"I need to you take new blood here over to the safe house. I've got some things I need to figure out," he ordered, nodding his head over his shoulder in my direction.

Zabdiel gave Carlos a confused look "The safe house? Why-"

"I'll explain more later. Meet me back in the office when you get back," Carlos cut him off.

Zabdiel gave a slow nod. "Alright, let's go," he said sharply before heading towards the doors of the bar.

I caught up with Zabdiel, following him out to the parking lot. Not seeing very many cars, I started to wonder how we were getting there. He stopped in front of a shiny black motorcycle, taking one of the helmets off and handing it to me.

"You're joking right?" I asked with a serious tone.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" He replied back with a bored expression.

I looked between the helmet and Zabdiel, debating my options. I had no idea where I was, no place to stay, and no idea what I was doing here. Getting on this bike with him really was my only option.

Snatching the helmet from his outstretched hand, I slid the helmet over my head. "Let's make this quick. I don't want to be on this thing any longer than I have to," I whined.

"Oh don't worry, it'll be quick," he quipped back.

Zabdiel swung his leg over the bike and sat down, kicking the stand up before balancing t the bike out. He slid the other helmet over his head, flicking the mask up to speak.

"You coming?"

Much to my dismay, I anchored my foot on the foot rest and swung my leg over. Situating myself on the seat, I slid right in behind Zabdiel. I tried not to show the fear that I was feeling deep down but with our close proximity, I was sure that he could feel my heart beating out of my chest.

Wrapping my arms around his midsection, Zabdiel cranked the engine to life. Revving the engine a few times, we dashed off towards the safe house.

----

The safe house was small which I expected. I knew my father was smarter than to build a large and elaborate safe house on this side of town. It would draw too much attention.

Zabdiel turned the bike off and walked up the small steps to the front door. He lifted a small panel in the wood exterior and revealed a glowing pad with numbers. After punching in a series of numbers, the door made a loud click. Zabdiel pushed the handle, opening the door and leading the way into the house.

"Make yourself at home. Bedroom is down the hall. Kitchen is through there," he said, pointing towards the living room to our left.

I nodded my head, walking into the living room and looking around. "What is the password to get in? You know, in case I need to get back in," I asked carefully.

Zabdiel hesitated before speaking. "I'll have to make sure with Carlos before I can give you that. It's confidential infor-"

"You mean so confidential that not even Alberto Diaz’s daughter could know?" I cut him off.

A look of surprise crossed his face, letting me know that he hadn't yet figured out who he was talking to.

"And I'm guessing by the look on your face you know who my father is?" I questioned, plopping myself down on one of the couches.

"You're Alberto Diaz’s daughter?" He asked slowly, putting the pieces together as he spoke.

"Unfortunately," I sighed. I pushed myself up from the couch and walked over towards him. "Look. I don't know what business you have with my father, quite frankly I could care less. But if you want to stay alive, I'd get out while you can."

"You don't know anything about me," he said through gritted teeth.

"You're right, I don't. But I do know that I've had to deal with more collateral damage than I would like and I don't need anymore."

Zabdiel stood tall, squinted eyes glaring at me. He turned on his toes, headed towards the front door. "I'll be here to pick you up at eight tomorrow morning. Don't keep me waiting," he ordered before opening the door and slamming it behind him.

I gathered my bags from the floor and trudged to the bedroom. Dropping them down on the bed, I grabbed one of my brother's old t-shirts from the bag and headed to the bathroom.

Turning the shower dial to the hottest it would go, I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the steaming water. The exhaustion that my body had been fighting finally set in. Sliding my back down the wall, I sunk to the bottom of the shower. I felt tears start to prick the backs of my eyes, sliding down my face before I could stop them. Drawing my knees to my chest, I let the sobs rack my body and I realized how fucked up this situation actually was.

What was I going to do?

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