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nebulablakemurphy · 1 year

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Moves & Countermoves (Part 17)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

“People of Panem, we fight, we-” Katniss freezes, staring at her own reflection. Makeup done, hair styled to perfection, holding up a stick for the camera. This isn’t real. This isn’t war.

“Does she know the line?” Plutarch asks, into the microphone, for all to hear.

“I know it.” Katniss shakes her head to clear it.

“She’s just warming up.” Effie explains. Even she has joined the effort, leaving behind her drab quarters for Katniss.

“Alright, let’s go again. Whenever you’re ready.” Plutarch instructs.

Y/N sways, soothing her tired infant to a sleepy submission on the opposite side of the glass. Daisy May is not fond of sleep, especially with the world bustling around her.

Katniss gets back down on one knee. This is take three.

“Maybe if you show her.” Cashmere whispers to Y/N.

“Might not be a bad idea.” Plutarch watches the mockingjay, with a hand to his head.

“Yeah?” Y/N is willing to try.

“Here,” Cashmere puts her arms out, “gimme the baby.”

Y/N looks down at her daughter, kissing her tiny nose and handing her off.

She fusses for a moment, in Cashmere’s hold.

“Shh,” the blonde coos, allowing the baby to take a fistful of hair. “It’s ok, my Daisy.”

The little girl sighs, closing her grumpy eyes, never letting go of Cashmere’s waves.

“Ok, Katniss, Y/N’s coming in to do a demonstration. Just follow her lead and we’ll go from there.”

“Yeah, ok.” Katniss’ eyes scan the reflective surface, searching for her.

A second later, her mentor pops through the connecting side door. She is not made up, or wearing some crazy outfit, her stylist squeezed her into; she is just Y/N. Somehow that is enough.

“I’m a method actor, obviously.” Loved her fake husband so much that their staged marriage became a real one.

Not that Haymitch is any better. Content to kiss the ground where she walks, if he couldn’t be with her.

The joke lands only with Plutarch and Cashmere. Katniss thinks she understands, but doesn’t find it all that funny.

“First thing’s first, I’m gonna move around a little, get the blood flowing, get that shortness of breath.”

Katniss moves with her, trotting in place like a show horse.

“Good, now we’ll go down on one knee.” Y/N demonstrates and Katniss follows. “Slowly and with some effort, I’m gonna rise to my feet.”

“Because you’ve just been in battle.”

“Exactly,” Y/N smiles, before her features harden.

She is a thousand miles away, just stormed the outskirts of the Capitol. The ease with which she shifts from one to the other terrifies Katniss.

“People of Panem, we fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice!”

Even with the wind and the stupid stick in Y/N’s hand, raised in the air, Katniss almost believes it. This is the type of person that fuels a rebellion.

She was the people’s victor. She won her own way, same as Haymitch. So Snow manacled them together and scarred them with his brand.

The more Katniss learns about Y/N the more her heart aches, for the indifference she held toward her for so long. To know her is to love her and it’s a shame that not many people ever did.

“Yes! That was perfect.” Plutarch exclaims, “Katniss, now you try it. Just like that.”

“O-ok,” Katniss stammers.

Y/N moves aside, switching places so that Katniss is on the pedestal.

Katniss repeats the words verbatim, copying Y/N’s performance as best she can. She only agreed to be the face of the revolution after seeing what happened to district twelve. After seeing the reaction to Peeta’s interview with Caesar, she knows this is the only way to protect him.

There’s a slow clap from the corner, growing closer until he steps into view. The top of his blonde hair covered by a dark knit hat. “And that is how a revolution dies.”

Katniss glares at Haymitch, his hand resting at Y/N’s waist, as if no time has passed between them.

“Is this how you greet an old friend?” Haymitch cocks his head to the side.

“Maybe I don’t recognize you sober.” Katniss bites out.

“I guess it looks as bad as it feels.”

Y/N turns to him, whispering something Katniss can’t make out.

He offers her a smile and a chaste kiss.

Katniss sees herself and Peeta. The way they might have been, ten years down the line. Peeta would love her like that…and she’d love him the only way she could.

It would bubble up and swell in her chest, until she burst. Just like Haymitch, pouring from an empty cup.

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Katniss sinks down in her chair, as the propo plays for the team. Wishing she could melt into it, disappear. No one’s going to buy this.

Y/N rubs at her back, “it’s not as bad as you think.”

“You’re right,” Haymitch cuts in, “it’s worse.” He’s always been a tough love kind of guy. Even with an infant strapped to his chest, he isn’t brimming with compassion.

Y/N rolls her eyes, “not helping.”

“Indulge me for a moment.” Haymitch holds both hands up in surrender. “Lets everybody think of one incident where Katniss Everdeen genuinely moved you.” He moves to the digital display, in front of the meeting table. “One moment where she made you feel something real.”

“Ooo,” Effie waves a hand. “When she volunteered for her sister at the reaping.”

“Excellent example.” Haymitch uses his forearm to clear data from the screen. He’s observed enough of Y/N and her tablet over the years, this technology is no different. “Hope that wasn’t important.” He steals a glance over his shoulder, before scribbling in, ‘volunteer 4 sis,’ with the stylus.

“And when she volunteered for Y/N.”

“When she sang that song for little Rue.”

Haymitch adds it to the list. “You know Effie, I like you better without all that makeup.”

“Well, I like you better sober.” The woman says in return, causing Haymitch to glare at her.

“When she chose Rue for an ally as well.” Beetee chimes in.

“Now, what do all of these things have in common?”

“Nobody told her what to do.” Gale understands better than anyone.

“Unscripted,” Beetee agrees, “yes. So maybe we should just leave her alone.”

“And wash her face.” Boggs narrows his eyes, “she’s still a girl, you made her look thirty-five.”

Katniss smiles at this.

“The opportunities for spontaneity are obviously lacking, here below ground.” Plutarch points out. “So what you’re suggesting is that we toss her into combat?”

“I can’t sanction putting an untrained civilian into combat for effect. This isn’t the Capitol,” Coin argues.

“Oh, that’s exactly what I’m suggesting. Put her in the field.” Haymitch knows this is the only way.

“No, we won’t be able to protect her.” The president looks to Y/N now. Surely she is not onboard with this.

“It has to come from her, that’s what people respond to. You want a symbol for the revolution, she cannot be coached into it. Trust me, I know.” Haymitch presses on.

“He’s right,” Y/N sighs. “It’s not ideal but…it’s our only option.”

“Maybe there’s someplace less dangerous.”

“District eight, they sustained heavy bombings last week. No military targets left.”

“We can’t guarantee her safety.”

“You’ll never be able to guarantee my safety,” Katniss adds. “I wanna go.”

“And if you’re killed?” Alma’s words hang heavy between them.

“Make sure you get it on camera.”

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“You realize this is dangerous, let alone highly irresponsible.” Haymitch remarks, watching his wife load her gun. The bullets are color coded; black for regular, yellow are incendiary, and red for explosive. Though they’ve been asked not to fire the red ones down here.

“Yeah.” Y/N cocks the gun, squeezing the trigger and letting the bullet fly. She’s gotten better with practice, now hitting her target at dead center. “You don’t approve?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then what are you saying, Haymitch?”

“As your former mentor, I’m not inclined to advise you waltzing into a war zone.” You search for water. High ground, stay away from the cornucopia.

Y/N nods, “and as my husband?”

“I’m even less inclined.” Though his feelings for her have shifted over the years, the need to protect her is fierce and unwavering.

“I can’t lose Katniss.” Not like we lost Peeta.

“Yeah,” Haymitch huffs, “I get that.”

She sets down her weapon, on the steel table in the training room. “I’m a good shot.”

“You are.”

“I’ve been working on my stamina, I’m almost back to where I was before Daisy.”

Haymitch won’t deny it. “You’ve got good aim, you’re fast, resourceful and a little bit scrappy. You can survive in harsh conditions.” You’re my victor. “But there’s a hole in your uterus the size of a dinner plate.”

“Was,” Y/N corrects him. “The doctors cleared me for this.”

“I watched you almost bleed to death; twice. So you’ll have to forgive me for being reluctant to let you risk your life. I understand that this is important to you-”

She turns, cupping his cheek, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I wouldn’t want you to go either. I love you too much.”

Haymitch affords her a soft grin, “that always gets in the way, doesn’t it?”

Y/N lifts a shoulder, “somehow I just keep getting sucked in deeper.”

“You keep getting sucked in?” He chuckles. “I was perfectly content on my own for over a decade, before you put your hooks in me.”

At this she laughs, harder than she should. “Don’t make it sound so romantic now.”

Still his arms are around her. Y/N’s at the nape of his neck, toying with the hair that has started growing in with gray peppered throughout and makes him feel every bit his age.

Their lips meet, by her accord or his own; he can’t say for certain. Y/N bids him closer. Deeper, harder, more. I’m yours. Nothing more, nothing less…just hers.

“Stay off him!” Cashmere scolds from the entryway, effectively breaking them apart. “It’s like you’re trying to singlehandedly repopulate this hellhole.”

“Our contribution to this great nation,” Haymitch salutes her.

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“We’ve gotta be quick about this. Get in and get out.” Boggs orders, as they file out of the hovercraft. Nobody wants the mockingjay on the ground for long.

Introductions are brief. Commander Paylor, of district eight, shows them to the makeshift hospital.

Bodies of fallen civilians line the entrance, covered only by tarps. “There’s a mass grave, about two miles west. But I can’t spare the manpower to move them.”

This place is a breeding ground for infection. All the wounded in one place, nothing sterile in sight.

“Don’t film me in there. I can’t help them,” Katniss says to Cressida, as they move farther into the masses.

“Just let them see you,” the woman insists. She left the Capitol for this, she knows what she’s doing.

“Come on,” Y/N gives her shoulder a squeeze.

Katniss opens her mouth to speak but Y/N disappears into the crowd, helping nurse the wounded.

There is someone in the corner; no one tends her, she is alone and clearly suffering. A bucket of water, with a single sponge inside, sits beside her, bandages to the left.

“I’m surprised they let you out just to show face. Thought you were more important than that.” The woman from district eight says.

“I’m not here to show face. I’m here to support Katniss and what I believe in.” Y/N takes a seat, beginning to clean her wounds.

“You sure this is the side you fall on?” She chokes out. “There’s no fancy parties or big houses here.”

Y/N lifts a shoulder. “I never liked the parties and the house wasn’t very homey. The only good thing about it was my family inside.”

“People used to look up to you.”

“That was a long time ago,” Y/N murmurs.

“They will again.” The woman is sure of it, “and when they do, make sure you’re ready. Make sure you stay on the right side of things.”

“I was just trying to survive, couldn’t see beyond that.”

“He’ll kill you for this.” President Snow. “For standing with us.”

Y/N nods, with a tired smile. “Yeah.”

“Then why are you here?”

“This is what I believe in…a new Panem. Where we are equals and have a say in our own lives. It’s worth the risk. It’s gonna take all of us, every person in every district, we all have to fight for it.”

The woman presses her lips together, allowing Y/N to dress her wounds. She says nothing else, looking up at the victor, from time to time. I see you.

It feels good to be seen, by a stranger who owes her nothing. Someone to see her without the tainted film of rose colored glasses.

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“How have things been since your release?” Dr. Aurelius inquires.

“Alright, I guess.” Haymitch is not here of his own free will. “Never gonna be good, given the prohibition you have going on around here. But I’d rather be with my family than locked up a mile away.”

“Tell me about your family.”

“My son’s name is Everest, he’s ten. My daughter, Arista is six and Daisy is four weeks old. Then obviously Y/N and her family. Katniss.” Peeta.

“Were they planned? The children.”

“Yes and no.” Haymitch scrubs a hand over his face.

“Can you explain what that means?”

“I don’t want…” Haymitch pauses, “our children are not burdens, Y/N and I have always said that. Those kids are everything and I don’t want that getting twisted. Ever.”

“Of course.”

“Snow gave us deadlines and we met them. With Everest and Arista, we had a year. In that year Y/N needed to be pregnant.”

“But not Daisy?”

“They screwed around with Y/N’s birth control. We’re fertile people, it doesn’t take much.” Haymitch admits.

“And your marriage, would you call it a happy one?”

“Yes, by my account. But I’m sure she’s told you all about me.” This is a joke, for the most part.

“I can’t say much, as it would be a breach of confidentiality. Still you should know, she speaks highly of you. She loves you very much.”

Haymitch drops his gaze.

“Where did you go just now?”

“Nowhere.” Haymitch brushes it off, “I was just thinking.”

“Thinking about Y/N?”

“Isn’t it fucked up how someone like that could love someone me?”

“In what way?” Dr. Aurelius asks.

“I mean you’ve met her.” Haymitch huffs, “had a few sessions.”

“Sure.”

“She’s special.”

The doctor lets him speak.

“She’s a good person. She’s smart and she’s funny and she deserves the world.” Haymitch shifts in the chair, “she got me instead. Not exactly a fair trade.”

“I don’t think she feels that way.” The doctor informs him.

“Hmm,” Haymitch mulls it over.

“From the sound of it, you have always been very protective. Now you tend the children, so she can aide the rebellion. That must be hard for you.”

Haymitch scoffs, “I want to chase her down and bring her back.”

“Then why haven’t you.”

“If you love something, you set it free or some bullshit like that.”

“You love her deeply.”

“Coin offered to ‘dissolve’ our marriage. Did Y/N tell you that?” Haymitch changes the subject.

Aurelius sighs, “she didn’t mention it.”

“Tell me, oh great one, what does that mean?”

“Her mind is made up about you, Haymitch. Whether it’s right or wrong, no matter who deserves what, the heart wants what it wants. You are what she wants.”

“I want her too,” Haymitch snaps.

“You’ve mentioned that you struggle with the fact that Y/N didn’t get to choose you as a partner. Yet each time she does, you cannot accept that she is choosing you. As though you feel unworthy, unlovable.”

“Is that your official diagnosis?” Haymitch wonders, making no effort to confirm or deny.

The doctor flips quickly between entries in his notebook. “There is no distinction in any area of your relationship, a true lack of boundaries. All of your triumphs and failures, all of your sadness and your joy, is either sourced from her or the lives you’ve created together.” Dr. Aurelius tosses both hands up. “The greatest tragedies ever written are love stories, after all.”

Part 18

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charmixpower · 2 years

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i’ve been missing rivusa content lately, do you have any headcanons?

Ah yes, my beloveds. I most certainly do

How about some Domestic Rivusa!

Post s3~4. Winx are famous as the new company of light and for protecting the dimension, and everyone is slowly settling down into a new normal after the roller coaster that we're their teen years

Riven isn't clingy or super touchy, right up until it's six in the morning and Musa is trying to get up earlier than him. Then it's all "nooo babe, I wanna cuddleeeeee" and repeated failed attempts convince her to stay there. Once she leaves, he grumbles and gets up because theres no point staying in bed now

This is 100% Musa's fault because she refuses to not get in Riven's arms when they fall asleep together. Riven has learned how nice it is to hold her and he will not let go now

Who ever is cooking will 9 times out of 10 be hugged from behind and leaned on by the other one, despite the fact that they are cooking. There is much pretend annoyance, and breakfast being made with a cuddly half asleep partner making the process harder than it needs to be

Their house definitely has some type of home studio, with a couch of course. Half of the time when Musa is mixing or editing Riven will wander in, sit on the couch, and scroll on his phone. Keeping her company without interrupting her. When she's recording he almost always comes in to listen

Riven probably has a room where he puts all his exercise equipment, and Musa does the same thing of chilling in the same room as him when he's working out

Musa has finally gotten free range of Riven's entire closet and Riven knows that he will never get his clothes to himself ever again. She looks cute in his clothes so it doesn't matter

I imagine Riven's chest scar from Darkar that he died getting probably has some nerve damage, and a little chronic pain. Usually manageable, but bad days happen. Bad days are usually spent cuddling up on the couch watching shitty horror movies

If it's really bad Musa will use her magic to soothe his pain away while singing to him

Can you imagine these two in a home decor shop??? Neither of them give all that much of a fuck about having a fancy or pretty living space, so neither of them have an idea of what they're doing or want to do. It's a mess, someone please help them

One of them buys a pillow the other one hates and this sparks pillow fights. All is fair in love and war

Since Riven, the little gossip, is on social media wayyy more often than Musa, and primarily posts about Musa because she likes being a public figure and he hates it, Musa jokingly makes him her social media manager. That's in his bio now. He's not removing it, even if she does hire a real one. He was here first

From what I understand about touring, it's a bit like going on the worlds most stressful road trip while also having the time of your life singing for fans. So I'm imagining Riven going on tour with Musa, mainly as the driver because touring in the magical dimension means planet hopping and Musa probably doesn't have a license for interstellar travel. While being annoyed at all the time driving, the weird fans, and the constant moving, getting to see Musa truly in her element preforming was an experience and he vows to go on every tour after this just to see how happy she looks

Plus he really really likes her performance outfits. Musa always let's Stella go crazy with them, within Musa's personal style, and they're amazing

Musa really appreciates the support, because touring was really stressful. She especially appreciates the fact that Riven seemingly has not gotten sick of hearing her sing the same song 20 times and always matches her excited energy when she comes off stage

Afterwards they got to sleep at their shared home for like a month doing jack shit, except sleeping and ordering take out. Oops all cuddles

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stevenose · 1 year

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also i am at the peak stage of my high so i’m gonna say something fucken crazy. but i wanna lick steve clean in that fuckin war outfit he has on in the latter half of vol 2. holy shit

#SORRYYYY. but like actually #i want to lick. himb. clean. the whole damn man #stevenose posts #steve x reader #ns/fw

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heyitsmeyuhh · 2 years

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Blood and Wine (mafia!Suna Rintaro x Reader)

AN// OMG, school has been crazy lately. Hopefully it will get easier in August but I have one more unit of difficult classes to get through! Anyways, here’s another chapter! I love hearing from you guys so feel free to comment or let me know how you guys are liking the series!

Also, side note, I may be trying to work on the Bokuto fic soon if anyone is still reading that so stay tuned!

TW// Murder, mafia stuff. Tbh I think this chapter is fairly mundane.

WC// 3.3K

Chapter 7

“I can’t agree to those terms Kiyoomi, you know that.”

Suna was sat next to the dark-haired boss in the balcony seats above a grand stage. A woman in traditional makeup was singing alone on the stage, likely something very emotional. Suna wasn’t paying attention.

“I think you know how this will end for you if we allow this to continue,” Sakusa answered solemnly. A woman in a tight black dress walked next to his seat with two drinks balanced neatly on the platter in her hands. He thanked her and turned back to Suna, who she offered the next drink to. Her full breasts were tucked carefully into her neckline to show enough skin for Sakusa’s guests to peek at when she’d walk by. Suna grabbed the drink off the plate without moving his gaze from the stage. Sakusa cocked an eyebrow inquisitively but said nothing before waving her away.

“We don’t even know what is happening yet. I’m not willing to disturb the fragile peace we’ve spent so long building over a rumor from a questionable source.” Suna took a sip of his drink and relaxed back into his chair.

“Just because you want to turn a blind eye to what is happening, doesn’t mean that my sources aren’t reliable. You know my information is good. This isn’t going to go away, and it’s going to keep getting worse unless we act.”

Suna had been meeting with Sakusa for the last two months about Ushijima Wakatoshi, the recently appointed head of the Shiratorizawa syndicate after his grandfather passed. Apparently, the issue with Y/n’s brother was rooted much deeper than some trivial prostitution ring. All the intel has been reporting that Ushijima has been attempting to recruit new members to poach business away from the other families. His plan seemed to be slowly smoldering at this point, but the underground rumors seemed to be rumbling about something big that could be happening soon. Suna was loath to believe it and has thusly been hesitant about stepping over the line to initiate all-out war. Half the families seemed to be waiting for him to make a move and he felt trapped between maintaining the peace he had worked so hard to cultivate and toppling over into another petty feud.

He was also reluctant because over the last few weeks he has finally understood some semblance of happiness.

Y/n was finally working as a dancer in his club, and Suna had been enjoying every moment of her twirling around in those tiny outfits. At first, she was avoidant of him; once the from the incident with Komori had worn off, she was convinced he was the monster he had been warning her about. Those first few weeks, he took every opportunity to remind her of this fact, and she had locked herself in her apartment any hour she wasn’t at the club. Despite his persistence, however, she eventually began to warm to him again, eating the occasional dinner with him, spending time at the bar after one of her sets, and even sitting out on his balcony to watch the sun set once. Throughout the last month, he would make a point to sit in the back of the club to watch every dance. She seemed to finally be enjoying herself and after each show she would walk back to where he was seated and have a drink with him. She’d ask how he liked the set and he would always answer with “you looked exquisite, bunny.” At first, she would look away self-consciously, but as of the last few weeks, Suna could see the blush that would grace her cheeks, and the imperceptible smile as she took a sip of her drink.

She was now coming up to his apartment to spend what little time he had in the building with him. Sometimes, she would stay for only a glass of wine, other times, she could lounge around for half the day while he worked. When she was bored, she would go out for a walk or shopping with some of his men and had finally been wearing some of the jewelry he had bought for her. Last week she walked in wearing the necklace he had laid out that one day after he killed Komori, and it took all his strength not to tear it off her delicate neck with his teeth.

That was another snag in his plans; Suna was thinking about Y/n more and more in his spare time lately. Occasionally, the image of her dancing in one of the stage costumes or lounging on his couch in nothing but the silk robe he had bought for her would creep into his mind, and suddenly he couldn’t focus on anything that was in front of him. The surreptitious thoughts that would invade his mind at all hours of the day would flood his every thought as evening fell, and he would often touch himself to the thought of her just to fall asleep. He hasn’t acted on any of these thoughts, God knows why, but part of it was that he was hoping that this stupid little conflict would fizzle out, so he wouldn’t need to drag her into it.

A part of his brain, however, still told him that he was always destined to be alone; his work wouldn’t allow him to be close to anyone he cared about, lest they become a liability when he needed to choose between his empire and their safety. He needed to be ruthless. But, another part of him ached every minute he wasn’t with her and he felt as if his heart was ablaze when she looked at him with those big, trusting eyes.

Suna sighed deeply and remained quiet, taking another long sip of his drink. He couldn’t admit that Sakusa was right. Not yet.

“Wait just one more week Kiyoomi. That is all I ask. If in one week this has not worked itself out, then I’ll accept your offer.” Suna stood to leave, and the dark-haired man stood to bow to him as he walked out.

The night was frigid enough that Suna could see his breath billowing out in front of his nose. Omimi was waiting for him outside and Suna slid into the bench lazily. The ride home was uneventful, and his apartment was quiet when he finally entered. The minute he was able to lay his head on the pillow he was asleep, Y/n weaving herself around the periphery of his consciousness.

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Y/n stood timidly in the elevator as it ascended to the penthouse. She had been spending more and more time in Suna’s apartment lately, which he seemed pleased with, but she couldn’t seem to shake her unease every time she went up. This nervousness, however, was no longer a product of her fear of the man, but instead had morphed into something akin to a high-school crush. Y/n, who knew she was a full-grown adult, was too shy and timid to express her feelings for another human being.

Likely the fact that he was a mafia boss had something to do with it. … Also, the fact that this could be considered Stockholm syndrome in some contexts may have been contributing. But mostly she just felt like she would just embarrass herself admitting that she may be falling in love with someone who only really needed her for a debt repayment plan. She, honestly, didn’t really want to deal with that rejection, especially when she still had several months left on her contract.

So, she resigned herself to admiring from afar.

She had been utilizing this opportunity to shop around places she could never dream of affording, though she was nervous to actually wear the outfits at first. She had originally bought an elegant black dress that she had seen in the window of some place she had never heard of. When she first walked in, she had eyed the price tag and her chin almost hit the floor. She was about to walk out before one of the body guards grabbed the dress from her and brought it to the cashier. As soon as it was paid for, he handed her the bag without a word and followed her as she left the store. Y/n was so shocked (and honestly, a bit guilty) that she couldn’t get herself to go to any of the other stores and just decided to go home instead.

Once she had gotten to her closet, she hung up the dress gingerly, smoothing it out to avoid any small wrinkle. She thought about wearing it to work the next day, but for some reason, she felt a building sense of apprehension every time she looked at it.

The minute Suna found out she hadn’t worn it, he “requested” that she wear it to dinner.

Tonight, was no different; she was wearing a floor length emerald green dress with a long slit up the side to reveal her leg up to mid-thigh. Suna had sent Atsumu down about an hour prior to insist on her wearing this dress along with the diamond necklace Suna had given her that first morning. She smoothed her hands down the front, less to unwrinkle the fabric and more to clear the sweat from her hands. As soon as the ding from the elevator rang through her mind, the image of Komori flashed for a split-second and disappeared just as fast. She was no longer having nightmares… well, maybe a few.

She walked over to the table, surprised that there was no dining ware set out. Osamu was nowhere to be found, and Y/n was worried that she had misheard Suna about having dinner tonight; Osamu was always working diligently when she would come over for dinner.

“Ah, there you are bunny.” Suna’s voice rang out from behind her and she turned to look at him, confused. He was wearing a finely tailored black suit with a black button-up shirt and silky black tie. Wow.

“Am I early?” Y/n asked. Suna approached her, kissing her cheek and walking past her to grab his phone off the counter. Y/n’s heart was racing, and her palms felt sweaty again. Jesus, he looks so sexy…

“No, bunny, you’re just on time. I have Ren downstairs pulling the car around.” His eyes met hers briefly before slowly looking her up and down, licking his bottom lip. “Damn, that dress looks like it was made for you.”

Y/n blushed, feeling the heat crawl from her cheeks down to her neck. She had to turn her head away from him to salvage some of her dignity. “I didn’t realize we were going out. We’ve only ever had dinner here. I would have done myself up a little more.”

“You look exquisite.” Suna walked over, grabbing her hips to turn her gently toward him. The closeness of his body did nothing to quell her heart rate, and she was just hoping that he couldn’t hear it. She tried to maintain some form of aloofness in her gaze.

“Could you at least tell me where we’re going? I’d love to Google this place on the car ride and lament that I didn’t spend more time on my hair.”

Suna chuckled and offered his arm for her to take. “Unfortunately, we’re going to an event whose location is… sensitive information. I can assure you that you will be the most beautiful woman there.” Y/n hooked her arm in his as they made their way toward the elevator.

“Is this a business meeting?” Y/n’s voice was curious and hesitant at the same time.

“Somewhat. Some of it is a party. Some is dinner. I tend to have a bad habit of mixing business with pleasure.” His eyes were burning into hers and she could sense that there were more meanings behind that sentence than just context for this party-meeting. A small smile escaped the corner of her lips and when they reached the bottom, she attempted to regain her composure. Ren was out there waiting for them and swiftly whisked them away to their destination.

The outside of the venue was a run down, disgusting pub, and Y/n couldn’t keep the look of repulsed surprise off her face. This dress is going to be ruined just walking into this place. She hooked her arm hesitantly with Suna’s as he led her inside and to the back. He nodded at a man leaning against the wall casually who proceeded to knock on the paneling near his foot. The wall opened up to them like a gaping maw, and Y/n stood there surprised at the sudden change in architecture. Suna lead Y/n into the entrance behind him. She felt like they had been walking for ten minutes before they encountered another man who pulled back a heavy set of curtains.

Behind, there was a large speakeasy-type bar with tons of tables, and a small dance floor in front of the stage. There was a band at the front with an elegant looking woman crooning into the vintage microphone. Y/n hadn’t even noticed that she had paused at the top of the stairs to gawk until Suna tapped the inside of her elbow. She reset her face to look unbothered as they walked to their table, Suna smirking at her little act. He pulled out her chair for her before seating himself in the chair closest to her. The waiter poured them each a glass of wine from the bottle on their table and then left them alone.

Y/n pretended to look at the menu while she scoped out the room. There were multiple tables full of men with beautiful women, dressed in suits, gowns, heels, expensive watches, and more diamonds than Y/n had ever seen in one room at one time. There were champagne bottles in buckets on tables with labels in languages she couldn’t read, tiny appetizers on trays that looked like they would cost more than a full paycheck at her last job, and though it was more discreet than the booze, drugs ran aplenty throughout.

I have no idea what I’m doing here, Y/n thought as a wave of insecurity washed over her. Everywhere she looked, there was another woman more stunning than the last, each knowing exactly how to act, speak, and exist in a space like this. She looked back at the menu, realizing quickly that most of it was unintelligible to her. She put it down and leaned forward to whisper to Suna. “Why did you invite me out here tonight? Don’t you have like a flock of beautiful women that you can chose to be your arm candy on nights like this?” Suna’s eyes snapped to hers, but his expression remained unreadable.

“What makes you think you couldn’t qualify as my arm candy?” He cocked an eyebrow as he spoke and took a sly sip of his wine, looking at her over the rim of his glass. Y/n’s mouth fell open slightly at the mock insult before setting her jaw with a smirk.

“Aside from the fact that I only owe you my time and dance services at your club,” Y/n cocked her eyebrow back, “there’s a hundred women here that you could have asked instead of me who would have come prepared and are familiar with this kind of scene.” Her vulnerability began to spill forward; she was surrounded by people who threw thousands of dollars around like it was chump change. Most men at this event likely had enough cash on their person tonight to pay for a whole semester of her schooling. Y/n looked down at her dress framing her figure, feeling like an imposter who had snuck in without invitation.

“And yet, I didn’t bring any of them here tonight. You’re a smart woman, I think you can figure out why.” Her eyes snapped back to his, searing into her irises like fire. He had an intensity to his stare that pulled her in. Warmth crept up her chest and danced across her cheeks for the second time that night. She picked up her wine glass to take a sip just to break the electricity in the atmosphere. She was surprised at his answer and as much as she hated to admit to herself, she was speechless.

Suna definitely didn’t miss it.

“That woman over there,” He gestured to a brunette in a long red dress two tables over as he leaned in to Y/n’s ear, “She’s an escort who came here with Ukei Keishin. She’s usually at about half of the events that we come to. The other half of the time he brings along a parade of women who he ignores all night to get drunk enough to leave about 2 hours into our meetings.”

“And her over there,” he waves his hand in the direction of an elegant, raven-haired woman in a powder blue silk dress, “That’s Shimizu Kiyoko. She’s with Tanaka Ryunosuke, though she’s trying to act like she’s not. She is actually the first in line to inherit the Karasuno faction from her father when he passes. His only child. But Tanaka is the son of one of the major dealers from Sakusa Kiyoomi’s family, and in our world, marriage is used more for alliance than for love. The heads of families would never allow the union unless one of them were to step down from their respective family business.”

Y/n’s shoulders sank a little with each consecutive description. Every story Suna told her was about restriction and obligation. All the mafia families seemed to care about was controlling their families and maintain all power over their lives. Sons become heads of family, grandsons become heirs to empires, and all the obligation trickles down as the cycle continues.

“… and I brought you because I have the freedom to choose who I spend my time with.” Y/n’s eyes met his again as he stared intently back at her, looking like he was about to say something else. Instead he paused, and his gaze shifted to something behind her. She looked over to see a tall, slender, man with curly dark hair tipping his head to beckon him over.

“I’ll be right back bunny, I have some business to discuss briefly.” He stood from his chair and paced around the table behind her chair to whisper in her ear. “Why don’t you go ahead and order for both of us, and I’ll be back in a moment.” The closeness of his frame and the warmth of his breath made all the hairs on her body stand on end.

As she skimmed through the menu, still unable to decipher most of the listings, a deep voice lilted behind her, “I would recommend the lobster. It’s delicious and I heard they got a fresh shipment this afternoon.”

Y/n looked up to meet the eyes of a tall brunette. He was wearing a midnight blue suit with his hair slicked back, making him look like some Greek god of the sea. His broad shoulders loomed over her like a cliff-side, and his eyes were so dark she thought his pupils were completely blown.

“Thank you,” she replied. “Are you one of Suna’s associates?”

“We’ve known each other for a very long time,” he said with a warm smile. Y/n gestured for him to sit in the empty chair next to her, which he took willingly, setting his wine glass down in front of him. She turned sideways in her chair to fully face him.

“And who do I have the pleasure of receiving a recommendation from tonight?” Y/n said, gaining more of her confidence back now that Suna wasn’t evaporating all self-assurance from her body.

“How rude of me, my name is Ushijima Wakatoshi, and the pleasure is all mine.”

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tetsemi · 1 year

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The Humans Answered (not my OC)

Not my OC - Source below

I was just three weeks out of training and I already have had enough of this war. The Threens were winning. They were ruthless, sadistic and totally without mercy or compassion. Whenever they found one of our colonies, they started the occupation by destroying our birthing pools… killing our young while still in the larvae stage.

Helpless.

We fought back as best we could, but our ships were smaller, slower and poorly armed. We faced a war of extinction, and yet our leaders kept trying diplomacy. After every meeting with the enemy, they promised to stop their actions, but they never did. They always just lied to our leaders, and our leaders lapped it up like the groveling dogs they were.

I was assigned to the third response unit, outfitted with one of our races newest ships… top of the line.. state of the art… but still a joke compared to our enemies. One thing my ship did have going for it was a small faster than light engine. Unheard of really in such a small vessel.

An idea came to me as I lay in my bunk, talking with my wingmate. we were discussing how we just fled from a Threen assault, giving up an entire planet to them, condemning every one of us still left on that rock to a gruesome death.

"You know what?" I said, my arm draped over my eyestalks as if to hide from the fate we just imposed on many of our race. "I think the humans were right."

My wingmate coughed in shock. "Why bring those crazies into it?" he asked. "Don't we have enough to contend with already?"

Humans.

What they did… it opened many an eyestalk, that is for sure!

When the humans were first discovered and introduced to the galaxy at large, they were excited. They were always smiling, hopeful and optimistic for their futures.

They were so happy to find out that they finally were advanced enough to be accepted into the galaxy. I remember seeing screen grabs of the Dolan ambassador laughing.. literally laughing in the face of the human representatives.

"Advanced enough!" he roared with mirth "Who cares if you are advanced enough! Your planet is rich in resources! That's all the advancement we need!"

The smile on the humans faces seemed to crumple at that, though they valiantly tried to remain optimistic of the situation.

Until the Dolan's took untold millions of tons of resources, and refused to pay, saying "Now you know to get payment up front! That knowledge is the only payment you will get from us!"

And the Sleen empire.. they invited 100,000 humans to come live on their planet… only to slap them in chains when they arrived, and made slaves of them. When the humans, enraged at the treatment of their people demanded the release of those captured, the Sleen Empire said "Very well… we are sending the 100 thousand to you now!"

And then sent 100,000 Verridium tipped missiles into human cities and settlements.

It was after that when the Jandis Collective offered them medicine to treat the Verridium burns. At first, the medicine was a godsend, curing the burns and disease caused by the missiles… but then, every human that had gotten treatment died in horrible agony. The collective had used the humans as test subjects for a biological weapon.

The humans, after this, cut off all contact with the galaxy at large. They had become a laughing stock, and were the butt of many a joke and insult. They refused any ship, left any hail unanswered, and never left their own area of space. But two of their years later, they opened channels to the Galaxy, and broadcast this message:

"We welcomed you with open arms. Some of you laugh at us, and that is fine. But if you betrayed us, this is your only warning. RUN."

Oh how they all laughed… these stupid humans, what could they do?

The galaxy did not laugh for long. It seems that even though humans were the punchline of many a joke, they were still able to study the weapons and craft of their enemies, and improve on the designs.

The first sign that the humans might be a force to be reckoned with was when all 7 of the Sleen Empire core worlds were bombarded with tens of thousands of a new type of Verridium missile, ones which seemed to react violently with the atmosphere itself, making the air unbreathable and saw people immolated where they stood, even a thousand miles from where the missile hit.

Most of the galaxy thought this a fluke, that the humans blindly stumbled into creating a weapon that worked better than they planned… but when The Jandis Collective began to fall sick, world after world of collective members dying in agony from a disease so potent, it caused necrosis of the skin to where body parts started to fall off the infected, the galaxy realized this was indeed the humans, exacting revenge. Medical teams from many worlds studied the virus, and it seemed the Jandis Collectives own disease they used on the humans was mutated with a human disease called "leprosy", and the result was disastrous.

The galaxy at large called on the humans, begged them to stop their warfare, and none so loud as the Dolans. They apologized to the humans, offered to pay back what they owed double.

They waited in fear for the human response. And when over a dozen large ships appeared in the skies above the Dolan homeworld seemingly out of nowhere, the Dolans were heard from no more. Their world was laid waste.

And the humans sent out one last message, over 600 years ago.

"Do not come near human space. Do not approach us. Do not contact us. Do not even mention us. If any ship approaches, be it a vessel of peace or war, it will be destroyed. There will be no further warning"

The galaxy's races, of course assembled for war. How dare this upstart race order THEM what to do… so thousands of ships flew to human space to wage war.

Not one of them returned. Not one.

Over the centuries, envoys have been sent to human space. All with the same result. The ships engines would cut out for no reason, then the ship would be destroyed.

"The humans were right" I repeated. "Everyone else in this galaxy sit there and watch us die, slowly at the hands of the Threen. They do nothing. We would all be better off if we were just left alone…. we would be better off if we were like the humans…"

And I stopped, My wingmate scoffed but an idea had been planted in my head. A wild, crazy idea, but no more crazy than flying off undergunned to fight a more powerful opponent.

Tomorrow, I would fly for human space. Tomorrow, I would do what no one dared to do for centuries.

Tomorrow, I would ask for help from the most dangerous race in the galaxy.

It is no small wonder that when I flew off, away from battle, my superiors thought me a coward. They threatened me with death if I did not return with their ship, but I was already light years from their grasp.. my ship was after all the fastest single manned vehicle my race possessed. Even as fast as it was, it took weeks for me to near what we all thought was human controlled space. I was nervous, scared that at any second I would be vaporized by some unseen hand, but still my ship flew on.

Days later, as my stores of food were dwindling, my engines cut out for no apparent reason. My hands flew on the controls, but all systems reported they were working properly. Perplexed, I wondered why, if everything was working, I sat dead in space, and then it hit me.

Humans

Quickly, I activated my communicator and broadcast on all frequencies.

"Greetings. I am Pilot Jav'een, of the third response unit of the Balkan race."

Silence was the only reply

"I come to beseech your aid. The Threen empire is decimating our people and our worlds, and the galaxy at large just sits there, waiting like vultures to pick at the bones of my people and my culture"

Silence.

"Once, your race also battled with the apathy and betrayal of the races of this wretched galaxy. You suffered once as we do now, from the disdain and callousness of races that pledge to help, yet do nothing, from races that swear to defend, but instead betray."

Jav'een checked his broadcaster. Everything seemed to be working. He continued

"We were discovered as a world a century after you had left the galaxy. We never had the opportunity to know you, but I know OF you.. the old races speak your names in fear, as the only race to stand up to the evil that permeates the very core of this expanse of space."

Silence

"I know why you turned your back on the other races.. I understand as my race is betrayed just as yours was"

Silence

"But you can help us bring an end to the way things are. How can you sit on the sidelines, doing nothing while peaceful worlds burn?

Silence

"How can you be so cruel?"

Silence

Angry, Jav'een yelled into his communicator "How can you be so COWARDLY!"

He sat in fear, waiting for his death, when without warning, his engines came back online.

confused, he looked around, wondering what was happening, when across his communicator a single word scrawled from right to left.

……….RUN……………

Slamming his fist down in anger and frustration, Jav'een roared into his communicator.

"Run? RUN? My own people think I ran from a fight with the threen, now you tell me to run like the other races! You want to know the truth? You are the WORST race of them all! I will show you RUN!"

and with that, Jav'een ran to the engine room, ripped his sidearm from his holster, and fired it into the FTL engine that was his only way home. His only escape. His last hope. He fired until his weapon was dry, and the engine was little more than a pile of smoking slag metal.

Breathing heavily, He roared back into the communicator

"Cowards! You will not shoot me in the back! look me in the eyestalks if you are going to kill me and be done with it!"

Silence

In a fit of rage, Jav'een smashed his empty sidearm into the communicator again and again. Now it truly would be silent.

Two days later Jav'een's ship still floated dead in space. He sat on the floor, hugging his legs to his chest and still bristling with anger. He regretted his rash decision, and wished he had died fighting the Threen. At least that death would have meaning.

It was then that he felt a strange vibration. He looked up and around, trying to discern its source, when a strange voice, a human voice, but speaking perfect Balkan, seemed to fill his head, emanating from all around him.

"Pilot Jav'een of the Balkan Empire, I extend you greetings" the voice said

"We have heard your request for aid in your conflict, and having spent the last days researching your plight, we, the Terran Empire, gladly offer you our unconditional assistance."

Jav'een sat stunned, mouth agape.

"Please stand by for your vessel to be taken aboard the UES Kavik for repairs"

"th… thank you" Jav'een said timidly, unsure if the humans would be able to hear him.

"Your thanks are not necessary." Came the reply "In fact, we owe you an apology. We have distrusted the other races for so long, we forgot what it was like to be facing them alone. You reminded us of something we long thought was impossible"

"What is that" Jav'een asked timidly.

"That there can be other races out there… Brave. Defiant. Good at heart. Races that remind us of… us"

And with that, the words stopped, and Jav'een saw from his view port 6 large, angular vessels shimmer and appear from seemingly nowhere, huge and bristling with weapons.

Help was here

The humans answered

#hfy #reddit #humanity fuck yeah

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thestarlitnights · 1 year

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STAR’S INCOHERENT THOUGHTS OF SEMI 1 RAAHHHHHHH

1) norway - GIRLBOSS. QUEEN. i love her and wish her the best. i’d be happy if she qualified. she probably will. THE HIGH NOTE 2) malta - RELATABLE INTROVERT PARTY ANTHEM. STAGING WAS IMMACULATE. OUTFIT? CHANGED. CAR? DRIVEN. PARTY? LEFT. HOTEL? TRIVAGO. they’re so scrunkly 3) serbia - TALENTED BRILLIANT INCREDIBLE SHOWSTOPPING NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE SPECTACULAR NEVER THE SAME TOTALLY UNIQUE UNAFRAID TO REFERENCE OR NOT REFERENCE PUT IT IN A BLENDER SHIT ON IT VOMIT ON IT EAT IT GIVE BIRTH TO IT. if luke doesn’t qualify i’m going on a soul-searching journey. 4) latvia - INDIE ROCK/POP MY BELOVED. i really need them to qualify too because they deserve it this year!! and the eurofandom roots for them too i think!! 5) portugal - DRAMA KID’S FEVER DREAM. she’s so cool and i loved her performance too, her energy was astounding. 6) ireland - they’re so wholesome!! they didn’t deserve the crap they went through up to the contest, and even if they don’t qualify i wish them the best in what they do next :) 7) croatia - TRACTOR GODS. if they qualify that’d be cool 8) switzerland - his outfit was amazing and the dancers were dancing! two anti war songs with very different approached back to back tho lol 9) israel - U. NI. CORN. the dance was intense. cool if it qualifies but we’ll see 10) moldova - PASHA, GOD OF THE SUN AND MOON WITH HIS DISCIPLES AND DEMIGODS. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY GET HIM TO THE FINAL. AND P L E A S E DON’T PULL A FULENN ON SATURDAY. 11) sweden - the queen loreen has come for her crown??? great song, great performance. her nails are amazing. 12) azerbaijan - they’ve been so scrunkly.... they truly served cunt on the turquoise carpet too 13) czechia - SESTRO KRASYVA!!! i’d love for them to qualify and their matching but not matching outfits suited their theme so well 14) netherlands - oh netherlands i loved your entry sm last year but now i’m scared for your qualification streak this year. i know it’s a bloodbath semi and they did their best 15) finland - IS CRAZY, IS PARTY!!!! he’s definitely going through. i need him to. please. this dionysian party banger is what we need

#esc 2023 #eurovision #i'm so sorry for europosting on main #can you tell what my faves are?#i think i'll be a bit less unhinged on semi 2 #the calm before the storm #eurovision 2023 #star's rambles

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court-jobi · 1 year

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Quit Flirting? Not a Chance.

Pairing: Captain Rex x Sawyer (Human!Slicer OC)

Words: 1,761

Ratings: Teen/Up Audience

Warnings: none

A/N: After a pinning ceremony and a brief speech about the proposed bill for Clones Rights, Rex and Sawyer steal a little moment before getting back to their worlds. Sawyer shows her less-than-subtle appreciation of her favorite Captain, much to the amusement of the General and Commander who are watching... This was the first scene I ever envisioned with my OC, Sawyer Lyubava-- so it's because of this scence that #Rexbava lives!

Enjoy a taste of what's to come in Rex: Heart of a Soldier, coming soon to an A03 near you...

Summary: Rex doesn't do this sort of thing often, but when he is called to give testimony about his life in the Grand Army of the Republic with the hope of more rights to be secured for him and his brothers after the war, he'd do just about anything to make that happen. The gesture alone is enough to get him to don the civilian outfits and deal with the formalities. It's a refreshing change of pace from the battlefront, after all. The 501st's contracted slicer may be pulled in ten different directions between senators offices and communications centers providing cyber support for the Republic... but she'd never miss a chance to see her Captain in dress whites.

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Rex knew he was in for an earful of her flirtatious banter. But today, he didn't really mind.

Returning from Mokk IX was a mess of a job. And the return hadn’t been typical either; detouring to another brief rescue operation at the edge of Filordis’ trade border took up an additional week’s stay in hyperspace before the Company’s scheduled rendezvous to Coruscant, nevermind the presentation he had been preparing for on arrival. Everything had been topsy-turvy on the warfront and when the 501st and the 212th came back planetside, their reentry routine was disrupted, too. Today was a pinning and speech day per the request of the Pantoran Senator, Riyo Chuchi.

Aware that the ceremony would act more for motive than recognition wasn’t lost on Rex. The accounts he and Cody both gave as representatives of their units before this senatorial committee were important for the support bill currently being drafted in the legislature floors of the Galactic Senate. Cody and Rex’s testimonies served as a prime look into the daily life of the war effort, and into the mens’ existence as Clones as well. While they fought the fight, Chuchi was making certain these men were provided for fiscally and contractually after the war.

On the whole, the assembly went well, and with enthusiastic reception. The gathering was vocally appreciative of the soldier’s time, and many were moved to sign off on Chuchi’s draft in their private conversations afterwards– according to the senator’s aide who saw them off to their exit point. She noted to thank the council’s referral source for her time and words of recommendation, and gave a personal thanks to Cody and Rex for their service.

Dismissed from her presence, Cody gave Rex a knowing look and made a small comment about said referral source that brought thi function to their attention in the first place. More to the point, he asked if she happened to have blue hair and a navy dress on today. Rex confirmed, Sure does, Cody.

Though, he chose to ignore when Cody continued to mumble about how 'she couldn’t keep her eyes off him the whole time'; Shuddup, Cody.

And speak of the devil, here she was… Sawyer approached both men once they left the stage backdrop, just as the shuttles of guests were leaving for the Senate Complex. Senator Chuchi took Sawyer’s advice to get the officer’s testimonies after all, who was beyond glad to lend her services and schedule to make it happen. Her attentions were meant for them both to turn, but the saucy edge to her call -and those eyes– those were for Rex.

" Be still, my beating heart, gents ."

After the bantha-shit crazy week he had coming back to base, he earned this.

Cody smirked and nudged Rex’s arm in a tease when Sawyer got close enough,

"Get a good look while you can, ma'am,” Cody broke character under her attention, “The armor's going back on the second we get back to base."

Rex shot his vod a half embarrassed look that begged to detach from him, but caught her appreciative stare at the change in uniform: dress whites fitting an officer in the Republic Army.

These were typically devoted to Marshall Commanders for any one Legion, but in this Captain’s case, he was asked to don the colors to represent the 501st in official capacities alongside General Skywalker. His experience spoke for itself more than his assigned rank on flimsi did. Significance aside, the effect was palpable in looks as well- given the attention he garnered from all passersby at the event. Senators who’d only ever seen him under blue and white plating needed prompting from a common acquaintance to recognize him as ‘the’ Captain Rex General Skywalker spoke so often of.

Sawyer of course didn’t need such a prompt for any of the men, having seen them under their helmets for days at a time… but this sight was a treat for her.

"Sir yes sir..." The spec's request turned to Obi Wan's second-in-command this time, at least having the decency to not sound like a begging dog, "May I borrow the good Captain for a minute, Commander?"

"All yours, Miss Lyubava."

Cody readily took his leave, leaving her in the mid-afternoon breeze of Coruscant's senatorial district with the Captain all to herself.

The gold in Rex's eyes were particularly noticeable in this light.

" Helloooo , lady killer," she mumbled, now out of Cody's earshot.

Shameless. Rex tamed her back, "Miss Bava."

She smiled, loving the way her name carried off his lips- even if it was with a warning that she better mind herself.

"Now this is a different look," Sawyer’s eyes roamed over the crisp shoulders and pleats, increasingly enamored with the pins. "These are all yours?"

"I'm afraid so,” Rex kept at near attention under her gaze, but followed her with his eyes. “It's been an eventful year of missions already. This time last cycle, there were only two."

“Sure has.” Sawyer sighed. “Y'know, it’s only been about four months since I came on, and there’s been, what- three full -what you’d call- campaign ‘initiatives’?”

“Fifteen battlefronts, all victories for the Republic defense. Dunno how they decide which ones get a medal- but they say a little recognition is good for Company morale.”

Sawyer set to study each one; Rex could sense her excitement straight away. Goosed at the amount of regalia, he could only imagine the weight it must signify to an average civilian. The number had grown to seven, including today’s gift. Obviously, the reason he’d have earned so many accolades for war achievements was sad in its own way, but Sawyer still wanted to acknowledge them for the special tokens they were. After all, clones had very few things they could call their own.

“Wow.. Where do you keep all these? I’ve never seen them!”

“Eh, I leave ‘em in with the uniform until I need it.”

“Man, you should have these babies out somewhere– they’re beautiful.”

Rex reminisced on the history behind the ones he’d received, “I’m usually the one doling them out. I don’t think to look at mine that much.”

"How's it feel?" Sawyer asked.

Rex smirked out of habit, "Just another day in the Republic, ma'am."

Ever the humble soldier. Sawyer rolled her eyes at his crisp answer, and nodded to the grandstage to prove a point.

"I meant looking like a whole damn meal up there."

Rex exhaled an embarrassed laugh, with a bit of a shake of his own,

"Well, the– General says this whole getup is more... appropriate for these kinds of events."

Sawyer bit her tongue; nevermind, it did little to keep her from running her mouth.

"He got that right. You do look incredible ."

Rex stopped breathing when she stepped up short of him, looked down, and brushed her index into the grooves of one of the ribboned medals, but he didn't have any urge to remove her for fear she'd never do it again. Even if he didn’t usually give them much thought, this careful attention was special, indeed.

"If anything I say can make Senator Chuchi's case stronger for the retirement bill, I suppose all this must be worth it.”

Sawyer stepped close to Rex’s side, a hand running over one of the lower patches on the coat's arm.

"I hope so too. Still, you deserve every bit of praise today. You really do."

Rex smiled. All teasing aside, she looked proud of him when he caught sight of her in the assembly.

“Well I can’t take all the credit. Cody spoke too, and the council office gave us prepared questions so we didn’t go in blind. We have you to thank for making that happen, by the way.”

Sawyer looked up to him again and brushed it off,

“I’m just glad the timing worked out,” Sawyer crossed her arms and took in the sight of the sun briefly before returning her sunshades to their place on her head to push her hair back, “Your voices are what they need to decide your future, more than anyone else’s. I told you before, the Republic couldn’t be in better hands, with you. You’re one of a kind.”

One of a kind … clones are anything but. Rex had to chuckle at her idioms.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever fully understand you, Miss Bava. But that means a lot, coming from you.”

Her encouragement stems from a sweet place, always has. The civ always struck that balance between spice and sweetness. Rex could never forget that- or the honest smile that creeps on her face when it’s just the two of them like this.

"Alright men, let's head on back! Obi-Wan will be waiting for us on base," Anakin rejoined the small group from the landing pad and gestured with his shoulder for Rex to follow. "About time you earned that drink, buddy."

"Yes, sir." Rex chimed back, bright and ready as ever. He appreciated Anakin’s priority of shore time for his men, glad the bit of reprieve wasn’t ending with the dispersal of the assembly.

Ahsoka caught a glimpse of the captain and the slicer both with a little smirk after Anakin strode off. It seemed the padawan’s master noticed her lag behind, and spotted Sawyer still hanging back finishing up with Rex.

" And quit flirting with my Captain, Lyubava !!"

Sawyer chortled at Skywalker's second call. Instead, she upped the ante– a hand slid up Rex’s arm and wilfully splayed a hand across his chest, below the regalia.

" Your Captain?" Sawyer cooed.

"M-maam!"

Rex’s stuttering was adorable. Quit flirting? Now why would she do that?

Sawyer just giggled lowly while she and Rex just watched their General start off back to the shuttle, exasperated once again.

“ Tch-- his Captain , he’s gotten too used to having you around, Rex. Must feel good to be in high command, I suppose.” Sawyer fussed at Anakin for the remark. She sighed out, brushing along Rex’s chest affectionately, “He is right though. You’re overdue for a nice outing. So, you boys enjoy yourselves. I’ll get prepped with Organa’s office, and I’ll see you later at the Guard’s Division, right?”

When she released him and started backing away in that high-heeled, sauntering step, Rex gave her a tight lipped nod of approval and an easy salute.

“I’ll be there, ma’am.”

And when his arm lowered, he added before heading off,

“It was-- nice looking out and seeing you out there.”

Sawyer gave her easy smile to him again, twirling about to say, “Wouldn’t have missed it.”

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, July 23rd

CORDELIA: One of Wesley's wealthy acquaintances got bit by a demon. ANNE: Are they okay? WESLEY: Uh, for the most part. CORDELIA: Except for where she grew another eye in the back of her head. ANNE: Oh, that sounds... handy. What kind of demon does that? WESLEY: That's what we're trying to figure out. Once we know we should be able to deoculate her. I mean, just the one in back.

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A little bit of loss is all it is by WaideING (Spike & Xander, T)

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Everyone has their Demons by Last Watcher (Tara, not rated)

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Psych-Out Wolves, Chapter 9 by calikocat (Xander/Spike, Psych crossover, E)

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Priscilla superfan Philmah Bocks has thoughts on new sequel

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Priscilla superfan Philmah Bocks has thoughts on new sequel

One of Australia’s biggest Priscilla Queen of the Desert fans, drag queen Philmah Bocks, has weighed in on the upcoming sequel to the film and the legacy of the original 1994 film.

It’s the 30th anniversary of the 1994 drag classic The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert. The old girl has unexpectedly roared back into the headlines.

This month, the original Priscilla bus was found in country New South Wales.

Then, director Stephan Elliott surprised everyone by confirming a sequel with the original cast is in development.

‘This is going to change the face of drag’

Drag performers Philmah Bocks and JoJo Zaho (see below) travelled to film with Priscilla on the Northern Rivers farm where the bus was found.

Philmah talked with JOY 94.9 about the film’s legacy and its surprise sequel.

The drag queen said she vividly remembers first seeing the film and considers herself a “product of Priscilla“.

“I still have the advertisement from the local paper. It was a Bobby Goldsmith Foundation fundraising event on September 7, 1994,” Philmah said.

“I went and saw Priscilla at the Capri Theatre in Adelaide, dressed as Carmen Miranda.

“I distinctly remember thinking, this film is going to change the face of drag in Australia.

“The whole taboo of going to a drag club was quite big throughout the early 90s. All of a sudden, we were projected onto big screens and then eventually onto small screens.

“People finally understood the humanity behind being a drag queen. I think that was the big shift in people’s perspectives.”

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What will a Priscilla Queen of the Desert sequel look like?

At the weekend, director Stephan Elliott said in an era of drag bans and Trumpian politics, now was the “perfect” time to do a Priscilla sequel.

He confirmed the cast would return for the new film, set both in Australia as well as overseas.

“You have to remember that Tick had a kid – now that kid has grown up and now he’s got his own family,” Stephan told The Guardian.

“I don’t want to repeat myself, so it’s taken me a long while to come up with something… There’s something that needs to be said about tolerance.”

Philmah Bocks told JOY 94.9 she has theories of what a Priscilla sequel could look like and where it could go.

“I think what’s going to happen is they’re going to introduce a new generation of characters that resonates with the current movement of drag,” she said.

“If they just centred the story around the three characters as they currently are, people will lose interest. I don’t think they’re current enough.

“My guess is that Terence Stamp, Hugo Weaving and Guy Pearce… won’t be pivotal to the central part of the story.”

“We’ve seen it happen with remakes and redos of classic films. Ghostbusters introduced younger characters to engage with the new audiences and the new generation, with the older characters for the diehard fans. Star Wars is another example.”

Philmah agreed, “The story is not finished. As much as we’ve celebrated our progression, we still have a long way to go.

“Drag is political, I think. There’s no way around that. It’s a statement in itself on so many levels. Some current messages need to be shared and put to a song and dance.”

Priscilla is an antidote to Americanised drag

Philmah Bocks said the original 1994 film has three secret weapons: the feelgood coming-out story between father and son, the disco soundtrack and Tim Chappell and Lizzie Gardner’s Oscar-winning costuming.

“Every time I come out on stage in a Gumby outfit or a thong dress, or something random or crazy on my head, I always see people smile,” she said.

“As soon as you see those costumes and hear that music, you’re taken straight to Priscilla. It’s not going away.

“I continue to celebrate it just for the joy it brings people and the history that it tells.”

Image: MGM

That history is important, Philmah said, because of a “new wave” of Americanised drag.

“Without sounding like an old fart, I hang on to Priscilla to educate the children on where we’ve come from,” she said.

“There’s a bit of larrikinism that I still love about Aussie drag that I don’t necessarily see anywhere else. That’s iconic for our culture, and especially our drag culture.

“At the moment there’s a movement on what an American version of Australian drag should be.

“I love that the visibility and celebration of drag is much bigger now. But in that process, do we lose a bit of ourselves and our culture?

“That’s why I hang on to Priscilla so much because it’s part of my history, my culture, and certainly the generation before me.”

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