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Off to Germany Without So Much as a Fucking Goodbye
summary: Episode 2 of TFATWS. You pick up Bucky from jail.
warnings: none?
notes: Well, this only really makes sense if you've watched The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, but if you haven't, there are still some fun angst and fluff bits! Married!Reader. Part 2 to There You Are.
Jail. Bucky’s therapist called to tell you that your husband was in jail. You had spent three days worrying about him, thinking the worst, but now? Now you were (mostly) angry as you waited for him on the street outside the police station.
“James Buchanan Barnes!” you yelled when you saw him and Sam leave the station.
“Shit,” Bucky muttered.
“Jail! First a stupid text—‘Going to Germany on a mission with Sam’—no explanation, no phone call, no word from you at all for three days! And then, I have to hear from your therapist that you’re in jail!” The way you emphasize your words tells Bucky that he’s really in trouble this time. He tries reaching a hand out to touch you, but you brush him off. You start walking to the car, parked two streets over, and Bucky and Sam follow. The keys that you’re holding begin to bend from the crushing force of your hand as your emotions overwhelm you. All of that anger and anxiety and relief rolled up into one big sob caught in your throat.
“I can explain,” Bucky calls after you.
“I am your wife! I deserve more than a goddamn text and secondhand information!” you snap, turning around to face him.
“Wife?” Sam questions, but you both ignore him. Sam knew the two of you were close after the time you spent together in Wakanda, but five years was a long time.
“I was worried, Buck,” your voice breaks a little bit, and you finally let Bucky pull you into a hug.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” he whispers into your hair. “It was supersoldiers,” he explains when you pull out of the hug, “part of a group called the Flagsmashers that’ve been stealing vaccines and supplies.”
“The Flagsmashers? The bad guys really are getting less creative.”
--
Bucky continues to explain it all: the tip from Lieutenant Joaquin Torres (Sam’s airforce buddy), the supersoldiers they caught stealing vaccines in Germany, the ensuing chase, and the interference from the new Captain America. It was a lot to say the least.
--
The keys in your hand are all but ruined, but you continue to walk towards the car anyway. The lock in the car is metal and, as the ruined keys prove, bending metal is kind of your forte. Car theft is what got you on Fury’s radar after all. Bucky takes the warped keys from you, tucks them in his pocket, and holds your hand. Not all is forgiven, but for now… for now you need him within arms reach to make sure he doesn’t disappear again.
“So, you two are married. Since when?” Sam catches up to the both of you, having given you space for your lover’s quarrel.
Not many people know about your relationship with Bucky. Things were… complicated after The Blip. You had waited five years for him, never moving on no matter how much Steve encouraged you to do so.
You had friends, but you weren’t as close anymore, and your relationship with Bucky was something so close to your heart that sometimes, telling others didn’t feel safe. Bucky, on the other hand, didn’t have many friends, and it took him ages to tell his therapist. It was something she‘d only pried out of him after he’d listed you as his emergency contact. Other than her, the only people who did know were the judge who signed the marriage license and your witness: Steve.
“Since six months ago,” Bucky replies. Sam is about to ask a follow-up question when a police car siren cuts him off.
“Gentlemen,” John Walker calls out from the police parking lot sandwiched between the police station and the corporate building next door. “Good to see you again.” He nods in your direction, “Ma’am.” Then when he recognizes you he says, “Wait, you’re an Avenger! You’d be a great addition to our team.”
Bucky’s hold on your hand grows a little tighter at that, and the three of you stop in front of where John Walker and Lamar Hopkins lean against the doors of a police cruiser. Bucky stands just an inch or two in front of you, as if trying to hide you.
“There is no team,” Bucky argues.
“Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance, you guys know that,” Walker continues.
“So what do you got?” Sam asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well, the leader’s name’s Karli Morgenthau. We’ve been targeting civilians who’ve been helping Karli move from place to place.” The casual way in which Walker speaks about over-policing groups of people who are already suffering makes you understand Bucky and Sam’s defensive nature.
“They geo-tag a location, then scramble the signal. But our satellites have found their symbol popping up in various displaced communities all across Central and Eastern Europe,” Lamar explains.
“We think she’s taking the medicine she just stole to one of these camps,” Walker finishes.
“Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet since The Blip. So, I guess you’ll have to look real hard,” Bucky remarks snidely.
“Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?” Walker scowls at Bucky, and the look that Bucky returns is more distasteful than his usual glare.
“Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?”
The scowl on Walker’s face deepens at Bucky’s question. “No, we don’t know, Bucky. But, it’s only a matter of time before we find out.”
“Things are really intense for you, aren’t they, Walker?” Bucky shoots back, taking another step forward and letting go of your hand while Walker pushes himself off of the police car.
“Take it easy. Walker’s right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them,” Sam cuts in. “But you guys have rules of engagement and all kind of authorizations you have to get. We’re free agents. We’re more flexible. So it wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you.” Sam turns and walks back toward the main road. You and Bucky follow, but Walker isn’t finished:
“A word of advice, then. Stay the hell out of my way.”
--
“So, what are you thinking?” Sam is the first to break the silence when you finally reach the parked Cadillac. The one that Bucky only ever drove when he was with you, preferring the motorcycle—which was still at the airfield where he had met Sam three days ago.
“Well, I know what we have to do. When Isaiah said ‘my people’…” Bucky starts. You remember that name: Isaiah. Bucky had told you about the forgotten supersoldier, the one America never loved enough because of the color of his skin.
“Oh, don’t take that to heart. That’s not what he meant,” Sam cuts him off.
“No, he meant HYDRA. HYDRA used to be my people.” You squeeze his hand once, then let go to begin unlocking the car, placing your hand on the door and feeling for the locking mechanisms inside. People really ought to stop making things out of metal.
Sam scoffs. “Not a chance.”
“Walker doesn’t have any leads,” Bucky counters. You can see the crinkle in his brow he gets when he has an idea that he knows you won’t like.
“I know where you’re going with this, no,” Sam says.
“Where are you going with this?” you chime in, a bit lost in the conversation and still playing catch up to what happened in Germany.
“Zemo. He knows all of HYDRA’s secrets. Don’t you remember Siberia?”
“I wish I could forget Siberia,” you grumble.
“So, what? You’re just gonna go sit in a room with this guy?” Sam questions.
“Y-yes.” Bucky admits. You want to argue, but you can see by the look on his face that he’s already set on going.
“Well, if you’re going to see Zemo, then I’m coming too,” you demand, crossing your arms and looking up at him.
“No, you’re not.” He mirrors your movements and looks down at you.
“Bucky, where you go, I follow. That was the deal, remember?” You say, holding up your left hand to show him the ring on your finger.
“Okay then. We’re gonna go see Zemo. The three of us,” Sam decides, opening the car door. Then he smiles at you. “It’s good to be on a team with you again.”
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"The Pharoah whom Tiy had followed into battle, who had prompted this mixture of gendered pronouns, was Hatshepsut. Hatshepsut was the child of Pharoah Thothmes I. When Thothmes I died, he was succeeded by his son, Thothmes II; Hatshepsut, Thothmes II's half-sibling, ruled as queen. When Thothmes II died, his son with Hatshepsut, Thothmes III, was still a child and so for around seven years, Hatshepsut ruled as queen regent -but they wanted more. In a dramatic coup, Hatshepsut seized power, and had themself crowned Pharoah.
The office of Pharoah was a divine one -the Pharoah was a god on earth- and so Hatshepsut's route to power took the form of a new religious mythology. The king of the gods, Amun, had declared Hatshepsut his male heir. 'He, greatest of all the gods, speaks to me,' Hatshepsut declared, 'as a father to his son!' Having been declared not only male, but divine, Hatshepsut adopted the male dress of the Pharoah, including the ceremonial golden beard. They also adopted a mixture of gendered ceremonial names, including male-coded names ('Son of the Sun'), female-coded names ('Lady of Both Lands', meaning Upper and Lower Egypt) and names that could be described as non-binary, in that they were grammatically female forms of male titles. Statues and visual depictions, too, combined gendered representations. Statues produced early in Hatshepsut's reign as Pharoah are particularly disruptive of the gender binary: one, for example, depicts them with breasts but wearing masculine dress, while another shows them with male-coded sex characteristics but describes them as 'daughter' of the god Re. In these combinations of gendered characteristics, Hatshepsut arguably drew on the conventions surrounding particular Egyptian deities, who were also depicted in ways that disrupted binary understandings of gender. As their reign progressed, though, they moved towards more strictly male depictions of themself. Their funeral temple, Djeser-Djeseru (also known as Zoser-Zosru), was lined with statues of Hatshepsut as a sphinx -an exclusively male creature in ancient Egyptian tradition- while at Karnak, an enormous 28-meter obelisk depicted Hatshepsut with their ceremonial beard and male-coded crown, with a caption describing them as king. Their skin was depicted as red, the convention for depicting men in ancient Egyptian art, rather than the pale yellow conventional for women.
Visual depictions of Hatshepsut as a child and teenager also show them wearing masculine clothing, and engaging in pastimes such as hunting that were associated with boys rather than girls. Stone inscriptions produced during Hatshepsut's reign claimed that their father (the Pharoah Thothmes I) had performed a religious ceremony to denote Hatshepsut his heir, crowning them not as Princess but as Prince. Horuc, the falcon-headed god of kingship, was depicted referring to Hatshepsut as king, with he/him pronouns. Yet the extent to which Hatshepsut was genuinely understood as male before they took the office of Pharoah is unknown. . . Grafitti like Tiy's, and other written records, indicate that their gender was understood partly as male, and partly as both male and female. Depictions of Hatshepsut as a boy produced during their reign would sometimes be accompanied by feminine grammar. . .Their close servant Sennemut called them both 'King' and 'Mistress'. Their father, Thothmes I, referred during his lifetime to 'the majesty of Him my daughter'.
Why did Hatshepsut go to such lengths to present themself as a man, with a male origin story -and why did their subjects understand their gender this way too? The answer was not simply that Hatshepsut was 'pretending' to be a man in order to seize the throne: there is little doubt that their subjects knew they were assigned female at birth. Nor was it that women were considered unfit to lead, as Hatshepsut's term as queen regent -and several other queen mothers or regents who had ruled before them- makes clear. It was that their gender was inseparable from their social role: to be Pharoah, in ancient Egyptian culture, was to be male. . .
. . . Hatshepsut was not the first AFAB pharaoh; 300 years earlier, the Pharaoh Sobekneferu had ruled as part of the Twelfth Dynasty. But no records exist of Sobekneferu depicted with a beard, and very few of them wearing male dress."
-Before We Were Trans: A New History of Gender by Kit Heyam
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The Bond Between Us ~ 78
THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST
< previous chapter
Word Count: 3,325ish
Summary: You have a long overdue run in with an old friend, creating two new friends while you’re at it.
Notes: Hope you enjoy this! I was excited to bring Ahsoka back into the story, even if it’s just for two chapters. (And I know the poll isn’t closed yet, but there’s a pretty clear winner so far.)
“Aunt Y/N! Aunt Y/N!” A four-year-old Ben exclaimed as he ran up to you. You were in a clearing near the house, meditating.
“Hello, Ben,” you smiled at him.
“Dad’s going to let me fly the Falcon!”
“Oh, is he now?” You laughed as you glanced up at Han, who was trailing behind the boy. “Have you told your mother about this?”
“She’s working.”
“How convenient.” You rose a brow at Han.
Han rose his hands in innocence. “It’s not that bad, alright?” Han tried to tell you. “Chewie is coming with us and he’ll basically be on Chewie’s lap the whole time.”
“And how long will you be gone?”
“Most likely a few hours. Not too long. I don’t even know why I’m looking for your permission, I’m the kid's father.”
“Because you know that I will react similarly to Leia.”
“Will you come with us Aunt Y/N?” Ben asked, looking up at you with big, hopeful eyes.
You were going to say yes when you suddenly felt a shift in the Force. It was a familiar one, one you believed was gone.
“I’m sorry my sweet Ben,” you said as you knelt down to be more at eye level with him. “Unfortunately, I have my own things to attend to today.” You didn’t miss Han’s curious expression. “Maybe another day.” You leaned forward and kissed his head. “Stay safe, and keep an eye on your father.”
“I will!” He was running off toward the Falcon before anything else could be said.
Han walked closer to you. “What’s going on?” He asked. “What do you need to do?”
“I… don’t know yet… But I’m going to follow the Force, see where it leads.”
“You haven’t done anything adventurous in a while. You need help?”
“I’ll be fine.” You looked past Han at Ben who was excitedly telling Chewie something. “Just don’t do anything stupid with the kid with you.”
“Me? Do something stupid?” Han scoffed. “Never.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’ll let you know if I need anything.”
~~~
Following the Force, you flew by yourself to the planet of Corvus. You paused, hovering above the planet as you seeked the guidance of the Force as to where to go. After a few moments, you headed for the city of Corvus. You landed outside of the city, a good distance away. You noticed how the trees in the forest outside the city were barren and fog laced around them. There were red blasters going off at the edge of the city.
With a lightsaber in each hand, you slowly made your way to the edge of the forest to see what was happening. You hid behind a larger tree and peeked around it. The moment you saw those two white lightsaber blades, you gasped. You watched as the warrior took out the guards, using the fog and lack of bright light to their advantage.
“Show yourself,” a woman on the wall of the city demanded after all the guards had been taken care of. “Jedi.”
You felt like crying when you saw Ahsoka reveal herself. All this time, she had been alive.
“I’ve been expecting you,” the woman continued.
“Then you know what I want,” Ahsoka replied.
“You will learn nothing from me.”
“I won’t give you that choice.”
The woman motioned for two guards to bring up a prisoner beside her. “How many lives is the knowledge I possess worth to you? One? Ten? How about a hundred? The lives of these citizens mean nothing to me. Now, because of you, these people will suffer.”
“They already suffer under your rule. Surrender, or face the consequences.” Ahsoka pointed one of her white blades at the woman. “You have one day to decide.” Then Ahsoka turned off her lightsabers and disappeared into the forest.
You were so proud of Ahsoka. That, despite everything she’s been through, she was still fighting. You made your way back into the deeper part of the forest. Sensing that someone was about to strike you from behind, you ignited both of the sabers and moved them behind you. The white sabers clashed against your yellow and blue ones.
“Y/N?” Ahsoka gasped.
“Hello, Ahsoka,” you smiled.
Before either of you really thought about it, the lightsabers were deactivated and on the ground as your arms went around each other. You held each other tightly, tears threatening to spill from both of you. Ahsoka was the one to pull back first.
“How are you here?” She asked.
“The Force,” you responded. “I could feel you, after all these years, and I followed your signature… I can’t believe you’re alive.”
“Somedays, me either.” She reached down and picked up the sabers, her eyes holding steady on one of them. “This one is Obi-Wan’s.”
“Yes.” You took your sabers from her and clipped them on your belt. “It helps to have it close… especially since I can’t have him as close as I would like anymore.”
She gave you a knowing smile. “I suspect we have a lot to discuss.”
“You have no idea.”
~~~
The two of you spent the night around a small fire, telling each other what life has been like since you last saw each other. Neither of you has had an easy life, both while in the Jedi Order and outside of it. Ahsoka explained what she was doing on Corvus, searching for information on Grand Admiral Thrawn.
“I wish I could help you on your quest,” you told her. “Unfortunately, I promised to watch out for my family.”
“I could never ask you to leave them like that,” Ahsoka said with a shake of her head.
“But, that doesn’t mean I can’t help you with this task. It might be fun, kinda like old times.”
“Like old times,” she smiled.
~~~
The two of you were working on a plan when you suddenly sensed another Force user. Your head snapped up as you looked around.
“Do you sense that?” You asked Ahsoka.
“A little,” she responded.
“Come on.”
You led Ahsoka through the woods, following the Force. You stopped before a clearing, seeing a Mandalorian and a green creature that reminded you of Yoda.
“You hear that?” You heard the Mandalorian ask. “Don’t worry.” He set the creature on a nearby rock. “Sit right here. Let me see what’s out there.” He looked around with a scope and sighed. “False alarm.”
You and Ahsoka nodded to each other before you both activated your sabers and jumped out at the Mandalorian. The two of you hit the Mandalorian but you quickly learned that his armor was made of pure Beskar, impenetrable by lightsabers. The Mandalorian used a flame thrower to burn Ahsoka’s cloak while tying you up with a rope shooting from his wrist. You jumped over him and a tree branch, freeing yourself. Ahsoka and you had him surrounded.
“Ahsoka Tano!” The Mandalorian shouted. “Bo-Katan sent me. We need to talk.”
Ahsoka saw the little creature on the rock behind the Mandalorian as she deactivated her lightsabers. “I hope it’s about him,” she said.
You turned off your lightsabers as you felt the child enter your mind. You headed toward him, Ahsoka doing the same thing. Kneeling in front of him, you offered him your hand, which he took it.
“Who are you?” The Mandalorian asked you.
You sighed. Keeping your Skywalker name a secret was still important. The risk of the Galaxy finding out the truth about Vader and Anakin was too great. Would you use Kenobi? You did marry him and had every right to use it. It felt more like a real last name than the false one you had used for years.
“I’m Y/N Kenobi,” you responded, still focused on the child.
“They didn’t tell me there were two Jedi out here,” the Mandalorian stated.
“They didn’t know.”
~~~
Night fell and you found yourselves surrounding a small fire in the woods again. You and Ahsoka were on the side, sitting in front of the child. The three of you were communicating in the Force while the Mandalorian paced on the other side. You learned that his name was Grogu and that he was raised at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Grogu cooed as the three of you continued to speak. Finally, with a smile you picked him up and the three of you headed over to the Mandalorian.
“Is he speaking?” The Mandalorian questioned. “Do you understand him?”
“In a way,” Ahsoka responded. “Grogu, Y/N, and I can feel each other’s thoughts.”
“Grogu?”
“Yes,” you answered. “That’s his name.”
“Grogu.” The Mandalorian tried, earning the child’s attention.
“He was raised at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant,” explained Ahsoka. “Many Masters trained him over the years. At the end of the Clone Wars, when the Empire rose to power, he was hidden. Someone took him from the Temple. Then his memory becomes… dark.”
“He seemed lost,” you added, understanding the feeling. “Alone… I’ve only known two other beings like this. Jedi Masters Yoda and Yaddle… can he still wield the Force?”
“You mean his powers?” Questioned the Mandalorian.
“The Force is what gives him his powers,” Ahsoka said. “It is an energy field created by all living things. To wield it takes a great deal of training and discipline.”
“I’ve seen him do things I can’t explain. My task was to bring him to a Jedi.”
“The Jedi Order fell a long time ago,” you stated, a bit too harshly.
“So did the Empire, yet it still hunts him. He needs your help.”
You held Grogu as he began to fall asleep. “Let him sleep. We will test him in the morning.”
~~~
Ahsoka led you, the Mandalorian, and Grogu to a different clearing with various sizes of rocks.
“Let’s see what knowledge is lurking inside that little mind,” Ahsoka said, booping Grogu’s nose.
The Mandalorian set Grogu down as Ahsoka picked up a small stone. She stood in front of Grogu and sent it to him using the Force. Grogu caught it with a coo.
Ahsoka held her palm out. “Now, return the stone to me, Grogu,” she said. He made no move to do so.
“He doesn’t understand,” the Mandalorian said.
“He does,” you replied. “He’s just scared.”
“It’s okay,” Ahsoka encouraged. “The stone, Grogu.” He waited a second before throwing the stone to the ground. Ahsoka sighed as she walked up to him. She took his little hand and used the Force to feel his emotions. “I sense much fear in you.”
“He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years,” you said. “It’s going to take time for him to realize he can use them without fear.”
Ahsoka stood up straight. “Let’s try something else. Come over here.”
“He’s stubborn,” the Mandalorian said when Grogu didn’t move.
“Not him. You. I want to see if he’ll listen to you.”
The Mandalorian moved to stand beside Ahsoka. “That would be a first.”
“I like firsts. Good or bad, they’re always memorable.” You smirked at the saying. “Now, hold the stone out in the palm of your hand. Tell him to lift it up.”
The Mandalorian did as directed. “Alright, kid. Lift the stone.”
“Grogu,” you corrected as Ahsoka moved to stand next to you.
“Grogu. Come on, take the stone.” Grogu looked down. “You see? I told you, he’s stubborn.”
“Try to connect with him,” you advised.
The Mandalorian breathed deeply before pulling a small round thing from his belt. “Grogu… do you want this?” He held it up as he crouched down. “Well, go ahead.” Grogu reached an arm out. “That’s right, take it. Come on. You can have it. Come on.” Grogu used the Force to pull the small metal ball to his own hand. “Good job! Good job, kid.” The Mandalorian stood up to go to Grogu as you and Ahsoka shared a look. “You see that? That’s right. I knew you could do it. Very good.”
“He’s formed a strong attachment to you,” Ahsoka stated. “I cannot train him.”
“What? Why not? You’ve seen what he can do.”
“His attachment to you makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger.”
“All the more reason to train him.”
“No,” you responded, knowingly. “All the more reason not to.”
“We’ve seen what such feelings can do to a fully trained Jedi Knight,” Ahsoka added, speaking of Anakin. “To the best of us. I will not start this child down that path. Better to let his abilities fade.”
You hated how you felt like this was hypocritical, yet what needed to be done. Anakin wasn’t the only one with attachments in the Order, you were attached to him and Obi-Wan. You wanted to say that you didn’t have fears and anger that led to the dark side, but what happened after Obi-Wan’s death proved that you weren’t free from that.
“I have delayed too long,” Ahsoka continued. “I must get back to the village.”
“The Magistrate sent me to kill you,” the Mandalorian said. “I didn’t agree to anything. And I’ll help you with your problem if you see to it that Grogu is properly trained.”
You and Ahsoka shared a look. You knew of one other Jedi who was looking for students, looking to reestablish the Order that caused both you and Ahsoka pain.
“I know someone who might train Grogu,” you told the man. “But first we finish this.”
~~~
“She has a small army of guards armed with A350 blaster rifles, two HK-87 assassin droids, and a hired gunfighter,” the Mandalorian explained as you headed for the village. “He reads ex-military to me. Combined, not even your laser swords would be able to protect you from all that firepower.”
“Don’t underestimate Y/N,” Ahsoka warned with a slight smirk.
“True,” you agreed.
“Don’t underestimate the Magistrate either.”
“Who is she?” The Mandalorian asked. “She offered me a staff of pure beskar to kill you.”
“Morgan Elsbeth. During the Clone Wars, her people were massacred. She survived and let her anger full an industry which helped build the Imperial Starfleet. She plundered worlds, destroying them in the process.”
“Yeah, it looks like she’s still in business.”
“When you were in the city, did you see any prisoners?”
“I saw three villagers strung up just outside the inner gate.”
“We must find a way to free them.”
“A Mandalorian and two Jedi? They’ll never see it coming.”
~~~
The guards on the wall of the city weren’t prepared for what was going to happen. Ahsoka jumped up the wall first, easily attacking those on the wall. Once Ahsoka had rid the wall of the guards, you jumped up and between the huts. You being there needed to be a surprise.
“Your bounty hunter failed,” Ahsoka said as she stood in front of the Magistrate who was surrounded by guards. She threw a piece of the Mandalorian’s armor on the ground. “Tell me what I want to know. Where is your master?”
“Kill her,” the Magistrate ordered.
“Love to,” the man beside her responded, almost immediately firing at Ahsoka.
Ahsoka activated her sabers and began blocking oncoming shots. You flipped out of the shadows with your lightsabers activated to help.
“There’s two of them!” A guard shouted.
You and Ahsoka separated, going opposite ways to get the guards to split up. It worked almost too easy. You both took care of the guards before taking places on top of the inner gate. The Mandalorian was standing on the ground, facing the hired gun. You gave Ahsoka a nod before she jumped down, into the inner gate where the Magistrate was hiding.
“So, you threw in with the Jedi,” said the hired gun.
“Looks that way,” the Mandalorian responded.
You stood at the gate, watching over the two sides. You knew that Ahsoka wanted to handle this part alone, it was her quest. The grunts and sound of lightsabers clashing against beskar signaled that the fight was on.
“Who do you think’s gonna win?” The hired gun asked, taking a few steps toward the Mandalorian. “Could be your side… could be my side.” He continued taking small steps toward your new ally. “I got no quarrel with you, Mandalorian.”
“That’s far enough,” the Mandalorian stated, his hand going to hover over the blaster on his leg.
“You and I, we’re a lot alike. Willing to lay our lives down for the right cause. Which this is not.”
The sound of the beskar rod falling to the ground echoed through the air. You looked back to see that Ahsoka had won. Then turned back to see that the Mandalorian had shot the hired gun man. You jumped down to stand beside him.
“You know, I visited Mandalore once,” you said. “My… my husband loved Mandalore. His first love was Satine Kryze… I’m sorry about Mandalore. About everything that happened to it… I really am.”
The Mandalorian didn’t respond, choosing to look at a man coming out of one of the huts.
The two nodded at each other before the man shouted, “Behind you!”
You were faster than the Mandalorian. Before his gun was in his hand, you had activated your yellow saber and tossed it behind you, slicing the droid on the roof in half. Your saber came back to your hand easily and the man in front of you looked at you.
“I know who you are,” he said. “Jedi General Y/N L/N.”
“Please, it’s just Y/N now,” you told the man.
“Thank you, for helping us.”
You gave him a smile before waking away. You would never get used to how people knew you due to the wars you fought in, and you never hoped to.
~~~
As the city began to celebrate their freedom, you, Ahsoka, and the Mandalorian walked out. The three of you stopped outside of the main gate.
“I believe this was your payment,” Ahsoka said, holding the beskar rod.
“No,” the Mandalorian shook his head, “I can’t accept. I didn’t finish the job.”
“No. But this belongs with a Mandalorian.”
Hesitantly, the Mandalorian took it.
“Where is Grogu?” You asked.
“Back at the ship,” he answered. “Wait here, I’ll go get him.”
You watched as he walked off, feeling the emotions swirling within him. “They have a father-son attachment,” you noted. “That bond is… it can be dangerous if he’s trained.”
“Yes,” Ahsoka agreed. “Who do you think will train him?”
“I think that Luke will. But the two need to find each other. I am not bringing Grogu to Luke. If it is meant to be, the Force will find a way.”
~~~
Due to the time that the Mandalorian was taking, you and Ahsoka ended up showing up at his ship.
“You’re like a father to him,” Ahsoka stated as the Mandalorian walked down the ramp.
“Because of that, we will not train him,” you said.
“There is one possibility. Go to the planet Tython. You will find the ancient ruins of a temple that has strong connection to the Force. Place Grogu on the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.”
“Then what?” The Mandalorian wondered.
“Then Grogu may choose his path,” you answered. “If he reaches out through the Force, there’s a chance a Jedi may sense his presence and come searching for him.”
“There aren’t many Jedi left,” warned Ahsoka.
“Thank you,” said the Mandalorian.
“May the Force be with you.”
You and Ahsoka watched as the Mandalorian and Grogu went back into the ship. Grogu waved his small hand at the two of you, causing you both to smile. You stood there until they had flown away, then you turned to Ahsoka.
“I’m afraid it’s time for me to leave,” you said. “But, I have a feeling our paths will cross again.”
“As do I,” she responded. She brought you in for a hug. “Please stay safe.”
“As long as you promise to do the same.”
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hi. just wanted to let you know tha- what's that sound. *is taken away by the giant falcons*
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💞 HP Soulmates 2022: Master List 💞
Reveals are here! Here are all the 2022 HP Soulmates submissions and their authors:
Andromeda / Ted
💞 [FIC] Of Dragonflies and Other Quixotic Things by Kenzlepuff | @kenzlepuff 💞 (T, Andromeda/Ted, 29.5k)
Pure-bloods do not subscribe to the notions of Soulmarks. It is far better to marry who you are told, when you are told. Andromeda, ever the dutiful daughter, agrees… until she sees a charming first-year boy with a dragonsfly tattooed upon his neck.
Blaise / Neville
💞 [FIC] Call me baby (I’ll be on the way) by lumosatnight | @lumosatnight 💞 (E, Blaise/Neville, 6.4k)
“Hey guys, thanks for coming tonight. Really appreciate it. Snaps all around. So, as you all know, Neville’s been having a rough time lately. Blaise still hasn’t shown him his soulmark, and there’s been how many opportunities now?“ Or, Neville still hasn’t seen his fuck buddy’s soulmark, he’s starting to catch feelings, and it’s becoming a bit of a problem.
Charlie / Daphne
💞 [FIC] Aurora Nocturna by prima_vera | @girl-with-goats 💞 (M, Charlie/Daphne, 15.9k)
Daphne isn’t looking for romance, she’s looking for dragons. Little does she know that in the distant mountains of Romania she will find both. (And a few more things.)
Charlie / Neville
💞 [ART] Neville? I’ve heard of him by digthewriter | @digthewriter 💞 (G, Charlie/Neville, Digital)
“Red Thread” - Soulmate Bond. Or where they arrive at a party and there’s an instant pull that’d never existed before.
Draco / Ginny
💞 [FIC] Soulmates With Benefits by TheFrancakes | @the-francakes 💞 (E, Draco/Ginny, 23.1k)
Ginny couldn’t believe it. She had been traded. Traded to the Falmouth Falcons. Traded to the worst possible team in the whole of Quidditch history.
And Draco Malfoy was sitting beside her, also freshly traded. Thankfully he looked just as confused and angry as she did.
“You’re Soulmates,” Broadmoor smiled like it was good news. “‘N Soulmates are practically un-fucking-beatable when on tha same team.”
“Ex-excuse me, we’re what?” Ginevra stuttered and Draco didn’t blame her at all this time.
“Soulmates!” Broadmoor exclaimed. “Destined ta fall in love ‘n win me The World Cup once ‘n for all!”
Draco / Harry
💞 [FIC] Believe by athousandpages | @athousandpagesyettowrite 💞 (G, Draco/Harry, 4.2k)
His head screams with thoughts of it'shimit'shimit'shimit'shimit'shimit'shim and it takes all of his willpower to concentrate enough to hear the boy’s- his soulmate’s- next words.
“Oh. Oh no.”
💞 [FIC] Chilly Feet by shushu_yaoi_lj | @orange-peony 💞 (E, Draco/Harry, 13.8k)
It all starts with a pair of chilly feet under Harry Potter’s bum.
💞 [FIC] Finding out what is Draco Malfoy up to - A Misguided Guide by Harry Potter by Purplehotmess | @purplehotmess 💞 (T, Draco/Harry, 17.6k)
Draco Malfoy is up to something - Harry knows because the git didn't come to work today and didn't even tell Harry— Or two idiots in love who bumble, fumble, and stumble their way into finally getting together.
💞 [ART] Heartstopping Soulmate by Melcarrianna | @melcarrianna 💞 (G, Draco/Harry, Digital)
Heartstopper AU but make them soulmates
💞 [FIC] Little Lost Things by flightinflame 💞 (T, Draco/Harry, 10.3k)
Draco has been waiting his entire life for the first treasure from his soulmate. When he's six and a Muggle coin appears, it seems like everything is going to go wrong.
Harry is confused to find a beautiful feather dipped in ink when he's cleaning the Dursleys' kitchen. But things like this happen to him.
If you lose something, your soulmate finds it. What starts small spirals as the war looms. Told over twelve years and ten lost items.
💞 [FIC] needs and wants by lilaced 💞 (M, Draco/Harry, 11.8k)
Draco finds out he’s a vampire, right before he finds out that his Fated is none other than Potter. It’s a purely magical bond, unable to influence feelings, but Draco is Draco and pining ensues.
💞 [ART] "Not this again, Potter." by digthewriter | @digthewriter 💞 (G, Draco/Harry, Digital)
Wherever you go, I'll follow. Or soulmates do fight and kiss. It's a thing.
💞 [FIC] Steady as you go by deliciousblizzardshark | @deliciousblizzardshark 💞 (E, Draco/Harry, 21.1k)
When Harry is diagnosed with fatal soul-damage, the only cure is to bond him to his soulmate, who turns out to be Draco Malfoy. But Harry and Draco are both married with children. What is going to happen to their families when they decide to do the only thing that will save Harry’s life?
💞 [FIC] The Bonny, Bonny Shores of Strathy Bay by elinor_snapdragon 💞(M, Draco/Harry, 7.6k)
There is an enchanted beach in the north of Scotland, where if you visit one special day each year, the spirits are said to awaken and whisper the name of your soulmate. A gang of Gryffindors decide this might be a lark, and sneak away from Hogwarts school trip for a giggle. They never expect it to work.
💞 [FIC] The thin line by Nelween | @nelweensfic 💞 (M, Draco/Harry, 10.1k)
After the war Harry felt different t. His heart was lighter. Or that what he thought. Seeing Draco Malfoy in the train to their eighth year did something to his soul. And he'll learn that there is a thin line between hate and love.
💞 [PODFIC] The woes of being friends with Harry Potter by Andithiel 💞 read by @roseszain (G, Draco/Harry, 6 minutes)
Hermione was not supposed to spend her morning handling a panicking Harry with a weirdly shaped mark on his wrist.
💞 [FIC] This Could Be Good by Cassiara | @cassiaratheslytherpuff 💞 (E, Draco/Harry, 6.7k)
As a child, Draco had always loved his mother’s tales of soulmates, but he never thought he’d experience it himself. The universe, apparently, has other plans. Or, the one where Draco saves a dog and gets a soulmate.
💞 [FIC] What's Right in Front of You by Orpheous87 | @orpheous87 💞 (T, Draco/Harry, 7.8k)
When a spell cast in the eighth-year common room goes wrong, Harry's life is thrown into chaos. He wasn't ready to come out yet, but it turns out he didn't need to worry. His friends are very keen to show him that he has their support, but it gets a bit much. Seeking solace in solitude, Harry is reminded that he's not the only one affected by the revelation. As he and Draco spend more time together, they come to realise that maybe the spell wasn't as rubbish as they first thought.
Draco / Hermione
💞 [FIC] Near Enemies by Cassinea | @cassineas💞 (T, Draco/Hermione, 6.5k)
Returning to Hogwarts for eighth year, Hermione Granger has the great misfortune to save Draco Malfoy's life.
💞 [ART] Shared Scars by Esmalt | @orzuel 💞 (G, Draco/Hermione, Digital Comic)
A comic page about the moment Hermione and Draco both were branded with their soulmate marks
Draco / Ron
💞 [ART] Tightly Bound by vitaminpops | @vitaminpops 💞 (M, Draco/Ron, Digital)
Ron and Draco are assassins sent to kill the other. It’s a simple job, really, but there’s a tiny problem here: fate has a sick sense of humor, and it thinks it’s really hilarious when it made them soulmates. So here’s the dilemma, do they or do they not complete the job?
Draco & Tonks
💞 [ART] Set me free by Spelcray | @waterfalls-moon 💞 (G, Draco & Tonks, Traditional/Colored Pencil)
Draco always feels like dancing, maybe because of the songs she keeps humming in her head.
Fred / George / Hermione
💞 [FIC] Double Booked by DrWhoIsGinnyHolmes | @drwhoisginnyholmes 💞 (M, Fred/George/Hermione, 6.1k)
Everybody in the wizarding world has soulmarks, it's part of their core magic. However, there are multiple types of soulmarks: Platonic, Romantic, and Nemesis. Soulmarks can show up anytime after 5 yrs old, but Romantic ones usually show up in the late teens. Twins always developed their early, but it is VERY RARE to be born with one. Platonic soulmarks show up on the top of the right wrist, romantic on the left. Rivals, nemisis, etc. soulmarks show up under the wrist. Multiple soulmates are possible due to polyamory or death. When your soulmate dies it fades to a light grey scar, but if you are lucky enough to have another soulmate the new soulmark overwrites the old one, however, the scar tissue remains. If your Platonic and Romantic soulmate happen to be the same person(s) the mark will constantly circle their wrist.
One day in the fall after graduating their eighth year at Hogwarts, Hermione wakes up to a new romantic soulmark, and even though it is not who she expected, she definitely doesn't mind. She had always admired the twins for their daring and smarts when it came to their inventions and they were glad that she was always able to tell them apart.
Gregory / Lavender
💞 [FIC] Forgiveness is the Fragrance by Halliwell19 | @only-a-shooting-star-blog💞 (M, Lavender/Greg, 8.3k)
In a world where one cannot hurt their soulmate should they try, Gregory Goyle never thought that Lavender Brown (his secret Gryffindor friend) would be his soulmate.
Harry / Remus / Severus
💞 [FIC] Fix your heart (build an altar where it rests) by BlueSundayCake | @bluesundaycake 💞 (E, Remus/Harry/Severus, 31.9k)
In the summer of 1998, three wizards come to terms not only with still being alive, but with a new life-changing discovery: a soulmate mark. Shapeless, colourless, painless. Like a drop of watered down ink.
A story about falling in love, healing, and reconnecting with a sense of self.
Harry / Severus
💞 [ART] At First Sight by acydpop | @acydpop 💞 (G, Severus/Harry, Traditional/Mixed Media)
Harry is born seeing only in black and white like every other child waiting to lock eyes with their soulmate. He never expected the first bit of colour he sees to immediately drain from his new professor's face.
💞 [FIC] The Hardest Thing by WanderingPhoenixLC 💞 (T, Harry/Severus, 7.4k)
Ever since Severus saw Harry’s soulmate mark, he knew that he was going to have to end things. It’s not like he’d never done difficult things before. But somehow, he finds this one thing a near impossible struggle.
Harry / Sirius
💞 [FIC] I walk the line by TheLadyGia | @theladygia 💞 (M, Sirius/Harry, 4.1k)
When Harry finally cast the soul view spell only to see the Canis Major constellation appear before his eyes, he went a little insane. Is this what the Black madness feels like? he’d wondered. When he’d sobered up the next day, Harry tried to imagine a scenario in which Sirius wouldn’t recoil the moment Harry told him they were soulmates. But in every set of circumstances Harry’s brain came up with, Sirius could never get past it. So Harry had decided to create a scenario where none of his objections would apply.
Harry / Tom
💞 [FIC] Ignesce by lucio 💞 (T, Harry/Tom, 4.0k)
Someone else, in Tom Riddle’s position, might weep upon seeing their grey soulmark—the rare colour meaning their long-awaited soulmate died before coming of age. Someone else might resign themselves to a whole life devoid of true companionship. True power. Someone else might have never met Harry Potter. But Tom Riddle is not someone else. He takes it in hand to seize his own destiny, and thus changes everything.
Hermione / Ron
💞 [ART] How to Charm a Squib in 10 Days by someonesbeenhere | @someonesbeenhere 💞 (G, Hermione/Ron, Digital)
Ron is a Squib and for the most part he's living a happy life in the Muggle world with occasional visits to the Burrow. He accepted his fate to never be a part of the Wizarding World a long time ago, and on most days he doesn't even think about it anymore. Then, as he had just ended a round of beer pong with his new dorm mates on their first day back at Uni, Ron's soulmark appears. And even though he doesn't really have anything to do anymore with the Wizarding World, Ron knows one thing for sure: This never happened before. Muggles and Squibs can't have a soulmark. Everyone thought this was the nature of things...until now.
Marcus / Oliver
💞 [ART] Lifelines by sugareey | @sugareey-makes-stuff 💞 (T, Marcus/Oliver, Digital)
Marcus and Oliver experience the brutal side effects of being bound together (yet so far apart from each other) during a war. With different roles on opposite sides, they realise exactly what Fate has been trying to tell them all long.
Narcissa / Remus
💞 [FIC] Carve Your Name on Hearts by Caiti | @caiti-creative-corner💞 (T, Remus/Narcissa, 1.8k)
When Narcissa Black finds herself in a bind and facing a future she doesn't want, she goes to the one person she thinks might be able to help her - her soulmate, Remus Lupin.
Neville / Pansy
💞 [FIC] The Art of Revealing Secrets by Dexiha | @assassinsdragons💞 (T, Neville/Pansy, 25.6k)
Pansy has known since their days at Hogwarts that she and Neville were fated. She never told him, never told a soul. Now, years later, faced with an unbearable choice, she finds herself reaching out to her unwitting soulmate out of pure desperation. She can only hope that he's the sentimental man she always envisioned him to be and not the cynical auror he seems to have become...
Or, the story of how Pansy learns there is no evading fate.
Regulus / Remus
💞 [ART] Wonder by shiaya | @shiaya21 💞 (G, Remus / Regulus, Digital Comic)
When Remus realizes who his soulmate is, he has a lot of thinking to do
Remus / Severus
💞 [FIC] A Game of Luck by mean_whale | @mean-whale-writes 💞 (E, Severus/Remus , 16.0k)
At the age of thirty-four, Severus finally meets his soulmate. His soulmate is a Muggle. And a straight man. In a relationship
💞 [ART] artemisia absinthium by yuemmo | @yuemmo 💞 (G, Severus/Remus, Digital Comic)
1994. Severus realizes who his soulmate is and wonders how he’ll react to Severus’s new Mark. Remus makes tea for the Professor he keeps finding lying unconscious in the woods.
Remus / Sirius
💞 [FIC] As the Moon Knows the Stars by mcdynamite | @mcdynamite 💞 (T, Remus/Sirius, 48.7k)
On the day Sirius Black turned seventeen, he had his soulmark removed in order to protect the soulmate he'd never met from the wrath of his own family. In the eight years since, he's managed to make his peace with living the rest of his life without falling in love. Though he mourns his lost soulmate every day, he's confident he made the right choice to protect them, and no one has ever made him question that.
Until, of course, Lily Evans brings her childhood friend along for a pub night, and Sirius finds himself utterly enamored with the kind, mysterious stranger. But Remus Lupin surely has a soulmate of his own waiting out there somewhere, and Sirius won't let himself get in the way of that.
He just wishes Remus weren't so damn easy to love.
💞 [PODFIC] Golden by acGranger 💞 read by @roseszain (G, Sirius/Remus, 9 minutes)
When one touches their soulmate, the soulmate will begin to glow golden somewhere on their body. The place changes according to what one likes most about them at that moment.
Or: the one where Sirius and Remus are made for each other but Sirius nearly fucks it up.
Remus / Severus / Sirius
💞 [FIC] earthly bodies in heavenly motion by knowinglook 💞 (M, Severus/Remus/Sirius, 17.1k)
Severus Snape is determined to take his soul's mark to the grave once he realizes he shared one with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin--of all people. But of course, like every other plan Severus had, it all went to hell one fateful day when he's hung upside down.
Severus / Sirius
💞 [FIC] Written In The Stars by FiendishFyre | @fiendishfyre 💞 (G, Sirius/Severus, 7.4k)
Sirius screws up a potion and it messes with his soulmate bond.
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Yamato: *smells the soup* Mmm… It smells so good. Can we get Celica to join us too?
Conrad: Anthiese? Hm, I haven't really thought of tha--
Yamato: Great!ThanksforunderstandingConrad!Don'tworryI'llfivestaryousoon! *runs as slow as Captain Falcon*
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Higher, Higher
The Batman (2022) Oz Cobblepot x OC/Reader
Word Count: 4,600
Listen, this is just self-indulgent garbage- I’ve read every fic for Oz on this entire site and I love all of them but none really have what I need, so take this I guess. Am I embarrassed that I want to fuck this old man? Yes. But my Daddy Issues are about to become everyone else’s problem because I might start writing more.
This includes an OC named “Nell” because I’m god-awful at writing reader-inserts. However I describe Nell as she/they, and I don’t use any real physical descriptors. I also threw a little surprise Zsasz in. If you like this and want more, feel free to drop a request or leave a comment because I write for a lot of characters and I love sinking time into writing things like this.
Warnings: Sexual content, strong language, alcohol consumption, tobacco use.
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“You asleep over there, Hon?”
Nell snaps awake- fuck, they must’ve dozed off. The pounding bass and flashing light from the floors below blurred their thoughts. A glance at the clock told them it was only 11:00- probably five hours until the club will start clearing out. A glance across to Oz confirmed that he was still working on the bi-weekly expenses- a stack of paper the size of a textbook remained. For a moment Nell wondered why he didn’t just hire an accountant. Eight years of being his bodyguard and they never truly got used to the endeavor of sitting in Oz’s office while he juggled fucking finances.
“Sorry, Oz.” Nell replied, and she’s caught off-guard by how evident the exhaustion is in her voice. “Remind me why you haven’t hired a fucking accountant.”
Oz barks out a laugh, and Nell smiles as she catches the glint of his gold incisors in the low light. He looks good. He’d worn a claret velvet jacket, a black bow tie and crisp white shirt beneath.
“Tried to get one a couple years ago, but I seem to recall you throwing him out the door after two weeks. Something about money laundering.” he replies, shaking his head. “Besides, this gives me a chance to relax- and you too.”
Oz’s eyes don’t leave the paper in his hands as he talks, and Nell knows he’s right. She’s meant to stay with him at all times- it’s her job, after all. But he’s more than safe here- she can come and go as she pleases while they’re in the confines of the Club or his office or even the 44 below. Sure, there’s more productive things she could do besides sit around and watch him as he thumbs through stacks of paper. But they’ve grown to enjoy each other’s company, so she stays.
After a moment he reaches to the nearby ashtray for his abandoned cigar and relights it, savoring the sweet smoke before handing it over to her. Nell takes it, fingertips brushing his for a moment before he pulls away, returning to his work. She takes a sip of her untouched and now very warm whisky before taking a hit and fuck, the tip of the cigar is wet from Oz’s mouth, and she wonders why the taste of him is making her head spin more than the actual tobacco.
For a while she just watches him and thinks. It’s been eight years since she was assigned as Oz’s bodyguard- thirteen since she started working for Maroni, and now Falcone. And yet in eight years she never expected her partnership with Oz to get to this point. The low glances and lingering touches over the years surely meant something, right? And for a moment her mind drifts to the early mornings after hours, sharing the loveseat in his office, entertaining him with stories about her time as a boxer while he files reports- a hand on her leg as he reaches to pour her another double of expensive bourbon-
“Nell.” Oz interjects with a swift snap of his fingers, and their gazes meet. He looks tired, warm eyes heavy-lidded with the exhaustion of having to deal with paperwork all night. “We gotta go.” Oz tilts his head toward the flashing light on the side table- Nell recognizes it as a summons to Falcone.
In a moment they’re making their way down the hall, music much more deafening than in Oz’s office. Nell steps into stride beside him- careful to make sure she isn’t moving too fast. Oz follows, giving a smile and a greeting to every person that recognizes him- which was almost everyone. Nell just keeps a straight face and makes sure no one gets too close for his comfort. She’s not sociable like Oz, and it makes her severely uncomfortable when a patron even recognizes her as his bodyguard.
Oz is amused by this, of course. He loves to keep an eye on her whenever they have to weave through the club. One wrong move and Nell’s there, shoulders squared and ready to beat someone half to death because they called him “Penguin.” He liked that about her. Even now as he greets a man who reaches for his hand, he can see Nell watching, shoulders relaxed and ready to strike. Their gazes meet for a moment before they continue on and fuck, he wishes he could catch them in that look more- eyes half-lidded and pupils blown.
Focus, Oz.
He can’t imagine what Falcone needs him for, but he hopes it’s quick- he enjoys getting to spend these nights with Nell in the privacy of his office. He enjoys letting her relax, even for a moment, and he wished there was more he could do to help her loosen up.
“Wait here, Hon, I won’t be long.” He assures Nell, who nods at him and takes a place leaning against the wall, opposite Carmine’s own bodyguard as Oz disappears behind the door.
“So, how’s the bird?” Zsasz asks, raising a brow at Nell. She rolls her eyes in response and says simply-
“Oblivious as ever.”
Nell and Zsasz didn’t see each other often- but often enough to enjoy the other’s company. Was he a friend? No. But he’s the only one she’d trust- besides a few of the showgirls- knowing about her situation with Oz. How over time their partnership grew from one of frustration and resentment, to that of close friends. Nell had told him how she felt about Oz- how she’d begun to feel toward him. How often she thought about his smile and his pet names and having his attention. Just thinking about it was making her feel warm.
Zsasz thought it was charming that they wanted to fuck their boss.
“You want me to talk some sense into him?” Zsasz offered. “Hey Oz! How long do you think it’s been since Nell got laid?” That earned him a hard knock on the shoulder.
“He would be appalled.” Nell states with a sneer, checking the hall to make sure no one could hear them and taking a step closer. Nell isn’t very tall- she and Oz are practically the same height- and yet Zsasz, deadly as he is, stands at easily a few inches shorter than her.
“Why don’t you just fucking talk to him then?” Zsasz asks, voice hushed. “It’s embarrassingly clear that you’re into each other.” he laughs.
Nell contemplates his words for a moment. She couldn’t just tell Oz though. She’d rather die than confess to her boss that she desired him in any way- let alone wanted to fuck his brains out. Her job was to protect him- a job that couldn’t allow distractions- and yet when they were apart, when Nell was in the confines of her own apartment, she thought of Oz. Imagining her hands were his, thinking of the way he speaks to her- the way he looks at her. She wanted so badly to just touch him, kiss him- she could feel herself flush at the thought of his hands on her waist and lips on her neck, tugging her impossibly close-
And Zsasz is right. Oz’s actions spoke volumes- anyone could see it. He wanted her close, even when he knew he was safe in the confines of the Lounge. He’d call her Doll and Sweetheart and Honey. He bought her three-piece suits and jewelry- a car- always saying she just “deserves something nice” for “watching his back.” In turn, he’d learned to pick up on when she was on edge or anxious, placing a hand on the small of her back or on her upper arm, whispering words of reassurance to her with a gold-toothed grin. He listened to her- he respected her. He didn’t treat her like just another member of fucking Security.
But did he think about her though? Did she occupy his thoughts in the early hours of the morning? Did he ever imagine his hands were hers, or sit in his office after sending her home and wonder what would happen if he asked her to stay? Nell wasn’t sure. And the fear of not knowing was enough excuse to keep quiet about it.
“Sounds like someone needs to intervene, Nellie.” Zsasz interrupts her thoughts with a low chuckle, and Nell scrunches her nose at the nickname. That wasn’t like him- and Nell is even more surprised when Zsasz reaches forward and places a hand on her hip. He leans in close and Nell moves quick to shove him away, grabbing him by the collar- but her back hits the wall and-
The door to Falcone’s office opens and Oz is greeted with Nell, face flushed, and Zsasz, clutching the lapels of her jacket as he leans up close to her against the hall.
It wasn’t a problem- he didn’t give a fuck who fraternized with whom, as long as it didn’t affect business. But Nell? Oz feels something pang in his chest at the sight of them in the arms of Zsasz, of all people. He wishes it were him- wishes Nell would dig their fists into his collar and pull him that close.
It’s not his fucking business who Nell decided to spend their time with, though. But maybe he’d been misreading them all these years- maybe they didn’t really feel anything for him outside the life of luxury and a fat paycheck.
“You good?” Oz says nonchalantly, as he gestures for her to join him back downstairs. But there’s venom in his words, and Nell feels absolutely mortified as she shoves Zsasz away, none too kindly. The man just chuckles and offers a near-silent “you’re welcome” as Nell walks away, taking up stride beside Oz.
The walk back to his office is different. Oz is tense. He doesn’t say hello or shake any hands- he just moves along at his usual pace, carving a path through the crowd of people with ease. It’s not hard for Nell to keep up with him, and as she follows she wonders what she’ll even say. She wonders what he must think of her.
Oz relights his cigar as soon as they reach the office, immediately taking a seat and picking up where he left off with his paperwork. Nell stands in the doorway for a moment- she really doesn’t know what to do. Oz loosens his tie, pulling it off after a moment and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt, giving Nell a glimpse of the heavy gold chain he wore around his neck
“You gonna sit down? Because you’re more than welcome to go back upstairs and hang out with Zsasz.” Oz asks, and he doesn’t even look up at her. Nell sighs and makes her way around the table, taking a seat next to Oz. The loveseat is barely big enough for the two of them, and her arm brushes his for a moment as she sits back, smoothing her palms over her black suit pants.
“Oz-”
“I don’t need an explanation, Honey.” He says, calm as ever.
Nell doesn’t like this- she doesn’t want this. It’s been ten fucking minutes and he’s already giving her the cold shoulder? She wishes he’d be mad- she knows he wants to be. But he seems perfectly content accepting that she and Zsasz have something going on- and Nell’s heart deflates as she realizes he might just be used to being rejected. The music blasting from downstairs is too loud for her to even think. What should she do- what should she say-
“I’m not- I’m not interested in Zsasz, Oz.” she explains.
“Alright.” Oz brushes her off once again. “He didn’t seem like your type anyways.”
He’s absolutely not
“Oz-” Nell sighs, and he turns to her, relaxing a moment as he tosses down his papers and their eyes meet. He still looks exhausted but there’s something more to it. Nell opens her mouth to say something but quickly closes it again as she tenses her hands. What should she say? A moment of silence and he raises his eyebrows at her, expecting a response that will likely never come.
Oz studies Nell’s face as they think- their eyes practically sparkle with the reflection of the lights from the club downstairs and fuck, did they always have that many freckles? Dotting across their cheekbones and ears, a few disappearing under their open collar. They’re fucking stunning.
“Oz,” Nell’s voice wavers as he searches their face, and they sound nearly breathless. He’s so close they can smell his cologne and the smoke from his forgotten cigar makes their eyes water. She knows he wants this- knows he wants her. Nell isn’t good at talking, especially when it comes to something this personal but-
Fuck it
Ambivalently, Nell leans forward and kisses him. The feeling of Oz’s scar on her lips is unfamiliar but so comfortable, and she closes her eyes as Oz leans into her. He responds almost instantly, like he was waiting for them to make a move- and Nell’s head spins as large hands grab her waist, pulling her closer. She obliges, bringing her hands up to hold his face and deepening the kiss, their noses bumping awkwardly in their eagerness. Oz leans further into her even as she pulls away, and Nell stops him with a hand to his chest- reveling in the feel of his velvet jacket and dragging her hand down to settle on his side.
“Someone could see us-“ Nell warns with a gasp, as Oz leans into her. The lack of a door to his office wasn’t helping her anxiety, but she gave into him still- placing her arms over his shoulders and pulling him in to press a kiss to her neck.
Oz ignores her, continuing his ministrations as he snakes an arm around her waist, the other dipping low to grab at her soft thigh. Nell can’t fucking help herself as she turns, sliding into his lap, straddling his hips, and- fuck, sitting on him is immediately more comfortable. She’s been physically close to Oz before but this was something else. He’s so soft and warm, and Nell moans into his mouth as he kisses her again. They’re completely pressed against one another now, and Nell finds it hard to even breathe as she glides her tongue over Oz’s lower lip, smiling into the kiss as she bites down.
Oz takes that in turn and slides both palms to her hips, tugging her down to fully sit in his lap.
“Fuck, Doll, you feel what you’ve been doin’ to me?” He asks, voice hushed and breath heavy as Nell grinds down onto him. And she sighs as he rubs up right there- but it’s not enough. Nell lets out an embarrassing whine as her hands roam Oz’s chest, grabbing a fistful of his collar, working down a few more buttons.
Oz leans forward, moving Nell with him as he grabs at the back of their suit jacket, his opposite hand trailing up the inside of their leg and rubbing his fingertips hard into the apex of their thighs, gold teeth grazing their collarbone before taking a bite- hand moving up their back, around to palm their chest and-
“Oh fuck me- I forgot you’re strapped.”
Nell lets out a genuine laugh at that- tossing her head back as Oz swiftly pulls his hand away from her side-arm. With a smile on his face, Oz kisses her, hands settling on her waist as she removes her jacket and the holster under her arm. They separate again when she pulls it over her head, pausing for a moment to figure out just where to put it.
“You really wanna do this right now, Sweetheart?” Oz inquires, running a hand down her thigh. Still in his lap, Nell turns to place her side-arm on the nearby table before returning to him. Oz looks like a mess- he’s looking up at her with those warm eyes, half-lidded, breathing heavily as his hands clench at the soft flesh of her hips. Both his hair and collar are mussed, and Nell smiles at the thought of him looking this way just because of her.
“You really wanna wait for everyone to clear out?” Nell asks, looking at the clock. It’s only a little past midnight. As she does so, Oz untucks the back of her shirt and finally, finally, grazes a rough hand over her lower back- and Nell shudders, nearly letting out a moan as she arches into the touch, hips canting over him. Their movements are rushed- they both know someone could walk in at any moment- but the thought doesn’t stop either of their wandering hands moving to undress each other as little as they could.
It takes everything in Oz not to rip Nell’s shirt buttons clean off but he’s patient, he takes his time, and after a moment he’s rewarded with the open skin of her neck and chest as she unclasps the front of her binder- a reminder that she’s supposed to be working right now.
“Fuck-” Nell gasps as Oz sucks a dark mark into the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, tongue running over her skin before moving lower to leave another. All the while Nell reaches down and fumbles with his suspenders, earning a shuddering gasp as she impatiently palms him through his pants. He’s so fucking hard and pushing up into her hand as she pulls away. Oz watches, face flushed as Nell stands, shimmying out of their pants, and Oz focuses on the show of skin- thick thighs just asking for him to take a fucking bite- and for a moment Oz worries because there’s no way he’ll last if they just have their way with him on the couch in his office.
He’s infinitely more concerned for himself when Nell drops to their knees in front of him.
“Come here-” Nell nearly begs as she wraps her hands behind his knees and pulls- sliding his hips forward and letting him relax into the loveseat. Oz can hardly contain himself as she reaches up, working at the buttons of his pants.
“Nellie, I don’t wanna disappoint you Honey, but if you keep doing that I’m-” Oz’s sentence is cut short as she pulls him from his pants and just looks at him for a second, licking their lips and giving him an experimental squeeze before leaning forward and running her tongue up the underside. Oz throws his head back, a hand coming up to grab Nell’s hair as they suck the tip into their mouth, swirling their tongue over it, tasting him-
Fuck.
He stops Nell with a gasp- grabbing her face in both his hands to keep still, waiting a moment before he finally moves to look at her. She’s obedient as ever- looking up at him through thick eyelashes with their soft lips wrapped around him. Their eyes meet and Nell smirks, opening her mouth just enough to let their tongue loll out and lick across the base as she takes him deeper, and Oz gasps, pulling her off him with a pop.
Nell moves up to kiss Oz desperately. He tastes like whisky and vanilla and it’s intoxicating- and it’s Oz’s turn to let out a near-moan when Nell pulls away and spits onto him before reaching down and coating it with a gentle stroke of her hand.
“How long’s it been since someone took care of you, Honey?” Oz practically purrs, hands sliding under Nell’s thighs to move them forward so they’re kneeling over him again. He takes a moment to feel their curves, palms gliding over their thighs and giving a squeeze before moving further. Oz palms the small of her back as his fingers ghost over her, swiping through the slick between her legs.
“You know how long I’ve wanted this? How much I wanna fucking spoil you?” Oz’s voice is barely above a whisper, lips brushing their sternum as he slides a thick finger into them, and Nell lets out a shameless moan as he presses forward until she’s grabbing at his shoulders for support as she hovers over his lap. Oz takes that opportunity to suck a mark into the soft skin of her chest as he pulls out, adding a second finger and fucking growling at how tight she is. He moves to another spot on her chest then, biting her hard as he fucked her slowly, curling his fingers into her. Nell expected to be humiliated by Oz’ enthusiasm but being at the center of his attention was- hot.
“You’re so fucking wet, Sweetheart.” Oz croons, pressing a kiss to her throat. It’s too much- feeling the drag of his tongue and teeth over her pulse as his thick fingers stretch her open. His other hand moves to rub circles into her peak, the feel of the ice-cold chain around his wrist burning her warm thigh. Nell can’t help but whine his name as she comes fast, grabbing the back of the loveseat as she shudders, knees shaking and breath unsteady. And Oz, goddamn him, is smiling up at her, flashing that gold-toothed grin as he uses his fingers to fuck her through it before bringing his hand up and tasting her.
“Fuck, Oz, please-“ Nell chokes out, grinding against him. He’s still so hard- how could he not be- and he can’t possibly say no to them- not when they’re begging to take him for a ride. He doesn’t even bother with his pants- pulling them only halfway down his thighs before guiding Nell’s hips, fingers biting into them as they slide down and fuck. They’re so tight and warm as he pushes in and- Oz can’t find the words to tell Nell to stop as they take him to the fucking hilt- so he just grips their hips tighter, keeping them still while he’s fully inside them.
Nell whines, canting her hips, and Oz’ eyes roll back at the feeling. He knows she’s stronger than him- he knows she could move his hands away and fuck him right if she really wanted, but she’s holding back for him, and Oz finds it so endearing.
Nell can’t hold back for long though, and after a moment he lets her lift her hips, pulling nearly off him before sliding back down- and Oz is seeing stars, hands roaming as she sets a pace before resting on the curve of her back. Nell looks at him and gloats as she takes in his expression, eyes shut and trying desperately to concentrate as she bounces in his fucking lap. He fits her perfectly, and she’s never felt so- so full before. She angles her hips forward, grinding into him, letting out a gasp as he brushes up right there, and Oz moans into her neck, biting down on her once more.
“Jesus, fuck, Oz I’m-“ Nell tries to warn him but she can’t seem to form words as she comes again, thighs squeezing Oz’s hips as she chases the high- his hands grabbing hard enough to bruise as he drags her to meet his hips. She’s hot and wet and gripping him like a vice, and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer with her continuing to ride him through it, unwavering.
Oz doesn’t ask where she wants it- he’s too caught up in the way she’s whining on top of him as she comes, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. He loves seeing her like this- his fucking personal guard, all rough and intimidating, falling apart in his arms as they come with his name on their lips.
“Good girl- good fuckin’ girl-“ Oz praises, pulling Nell down onto his hips as he finishes, moaning against their skin as he just fucking fills them, reveling in the feel of his spend leaking out, coating him, dripping onto the couch below. It takes Oz a second to even remember where they are- the loud music and flashing lights now much more evident from downstairs. Nell looks spent, a thin sheen of sweat glossing their skin and a concerned look on their face.
“Was that okay, I-“ she starts, but Oz interrupts her by pulling her toward him, their lips meeting in a surprisingly gentle gesture. Nell hums as he pulls away, hand remaining on their face as the other smooths over the blooming bruises on their thigh.
“Jesus, Nellie, look at you-“ Oz starts, brushing a thumb over an angry, red bite mark on her neck. For a moment they just look at each other before Nell takes a breath, smoothing her hands over his chest and relaxing into his lap.
“I can’t believe you’d think I have something going on with Zsasz.” Nell chastises, earning a chuckle from Oz. She leans in and kisses his cheek, a hand on his face, before sliding off him and tugging on her boxers while Oz straightens himself out. Their silence is awkward- at least to Nell- and she worries about what to do now as she buttons her shirt, pulls her pants on, retrieves her side arm from the table-
“I don’t think I need to tell you this-“ Oz starts, and he’s practically back to normal when Nell turns to him, hair and tie straightened out and shirt only slightly disheveled. He’s reaching for one of the decanters under the table as he talks, and Nell panics about what he might have to say.
“If this isn’t okay we can just-“ She can’t stop herself from interrupting.
“Doll, you have no idea how long I’ve had eyes for ya’.” Oz surprises her with his words. Sure, she’s known for a while that there was attraction between them but the thought of them being serious? She figured Oz could never entertain the idea. “I’d just prefer it if Falcone didn’t find out about us.”
Nell smiles genuinely before looking down to hide their face as they fix their tie, and Oz stands then, retrieving Nell’s jacket from the floor and allowing her to put it on. He reaches forward, straightens out their collar and smooths down their lapels before their eyes meet.
“I’m bad at this, Oz.” Nell whispers, bringing her hands up to grab his jacket- just to hold onto him somehow.
“I don’t care if you’re bad at it, Honey- we’ll just be real quiet about it when Carmine’s around.” and Nell takes a moment to admire the way he smiles at her before leaning in to kiss him. This time there’s no rush to it- no desperation in the way they pull each other close- and Nell smiles against his lips as she wraps her arms around him.
“I can do that, Boss.”
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GMA Voltes V Legacy Criticism
I can’t say how long I’ve wait to watch this series and i have high expectations of it. So out of love i just want to share my opinions and criticism. I am no way hating on this series but i care for it so much that i just had to critique it. KEEP IN MIND this is only covering the Frist episode that premiered today on GMA may 8. THIS IS MY OWN OPINION.
THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS
STORY CHANGES-
The fact the Voltes Team is training on the Camp Big Falcon Base. I want to say this is a huge change mostly because the Anime series starts off with the Voltes Team not know what exactly they are training for and are completely unaware of the Camp Big Falcon base and the idea of the robot Voltes V.
The Legacy series however has them training near base yet they do not know what they’re training for but some how know of the exist of the Voltes V robot. I’m hoping future episodes clear this up because i feel like this is a huge continuity error.
Little john’s lack of training. This is something i actually hope to see develop in the later episodes. I like the new take on his character and i can see this choice was mostly likely inspired by the later episodes of the anime involving Dr.Hook. I am only hoping his character isn’t downplayed to just be the kid of the team since they do acknowledges him as an engineer.
FLIM CRITICISM-
The opening training scenes with the Voltes Team training. Oh boy. I have so much to say for this since i literally think the only people who had accurate scene to the anime were Big Bert and Jamie Robinson.
Steve’s intro is flat out boring. He’s supposed to be a marksmanship. that opening shot did not give you any idea that he was even training. I was so hoping they could emulate him driving on a motorcycle while shooting. If not focus more on just his skills as a marksman.
Mark’s intro is also extremely boring. Maybe it was the environment he was horsing around in. The scene looke so empty there were no trees and even it if you didn’t want tree don’t make it a continuous wide shot have more close up shots following him on the horse. I can kinda see they’re leaning more to the cowboy side of Mark and even so he was just raiding a horse no whip or even making the horse jump.
I really like Big Bert’s training scene. I felt it accurately portrayed his scene in the anime. I have no idea why they choose to do his outdoors and not indoors like the anime but regardless it was good.
Little johns’s is extremely confusing form an outsiders perspective. Why does he have a dolphin. Does he like dolphins?. What is point of the scene. I get that making him kill a shark is a bit extreme to do in live action but that shows something of his character at least in the anime. At that point they should have made the scene of him being an a great swimmer or have him fixing one of battle ship boats that he does for the ship races. They could even done something more because that scene straight up does not make sense.
Jamie’s intro was amazing only confused why she had firearms. I know all of them are suppose to be good with firearms but the fact have she was duel welding pistols and not Steve was confusing.
Finally my last complaint I truly believe the actors could have done better if given better guidance. I mostly have an issue with line delivery regarding the “weapons call out” to me most of the lines seem devoid of enthusiasm or just lack intense. Also slight nit picking weapons name its “Frigate Missile” not “Frigate Rocket”.
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red and/or blue (this is how you lose the time war) for the character bingo !! :D
Hi
This is How You Lose the Time War is a story between Red and Blue. The two women are agents of warring entities; Red is a cybernetically enhanced super soldier operating under the Agency, a society manufactured from the heart of the great computer known only as “Commandant.” On the flip side, Garden is a growing collective consciousness in the form of a fungus tree, and Blue is its changeling scion turned paladin. Red and Blue travel through and bend timelines, or “strands”, to create a reality where their respective realms are dominant. The novel begins with an ill-intended letter from Blue and an unexpected response from Red, beginning a taunting, curious, and later intimate correspondence between the women as things fall apart.
Time War is epistolary science fiction. The novella complements its strict structure with fleshy, melodic language. Such as when the text says, “But when I think of you, I want to be alone together. I want to strive against and for. I want to live in contact. I want to be a context for you, and you for me.” Red and Blue’s letters to each other read like beating hearts- viscerally raw, their pulsating rhythm guides the reader through a cat-and-mouse game across strands of time. Messages are left in the rings of a tree destined to be cut down by the Mongols, in the innards of a whacked seal (a horrifying play on waxed seal), in the flowing lava of one of many sinking Atlantises. What one girl cultures, the other destroys; and by the time one future is eradicated another has already been seeded. Time War’s sci-fi setting is filled out by narrative sections seamlessly blending fact and the absurd. The Londons are just as much a physical place as the aforementioned Atlantises. Pilgrims to a labyrinth of bones created by the first snake are as tangible a group as the aforementioned Mongols. Wars and great men are footnotes to the designs prophesized for seemingly insignificant people. After Red hijacks a war in her Agency’s favor the text reads:
One spared life might be worth more to the other side than all the blood that stained Red’s hands today. A fugitive becomes a queen or a scientist, or, worse, a poet. Or her child does, or a smuggler she trades jackets within some distance spaceport. And all this blood for nothing.
The novel’s science fiction reflects the structure of its narrative. Just as the strands of time are non-linear and dependent on the person, Time War fully abandons genre fiction’s bias towards grand plot-driven epics in favor of an intimate love ballad- a window into two people’s struggle to accept the self and the other. Blue and Red are the best at their jobs and they are completely alone. Initially, the women believe each other to be a dreaded alien. A being incapable of existing in the same room as them, incapable of knowing them. But her curiosity gets the better of her; Blue asks Red if and how she eats. And then she asks Red if she knows hunger.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre / The falcon cannot hear the falconer.
Hunger is the omnipresent catalyst of this apocalypse. Red is a soldier, a remote mechanism in the clutches of a much larger machine. Her body, deisgned to endure, has no need for food; yet still her voracity knows no bounds. Red remarks that Commandent is suspicious of those who eat. At it’s core, her interest in food is her interest in the other. Her interest in Blue. Both are a betrayal to the Agency. Blue asks her, “Have you ever had a hunger that whetted itself on what you fed it, sharpened so keen and bright that is might spilt you open, break a new thing out?”
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
The women reflect on the few moments they have been truly alone. When Blue is sent by Garden to grow the plant that will kill the young, for-once alone Red, she takes the form of a six-legged wolf, butching the plant so that Red may live to tell her the tale. Later, when Blue consumes the poison Red, under the grasp of Commandment, set out for her, Red goes downthread to find young Blue and inject her a bit of anti-venom- enough for her to develop resistance to the posion. Blue was compromised by enemy action and will be sent away from Garden- she will be alone and she will be saved.
This is How You Lose the Time War is a brilliant deconstruction of science fiction- using the broad trope of time travel to express a complex, character-driven narrative. The story between Red and Blue is the story of self and the other- and the relaization that they were never separate in the first place. The book is cyclical in nature. At the end of every narrative section there is a mention of a “seeker” who is later revealed to be Red. The events of the novel are in the past, the present, and the future. Eternal. This is the nature of the Red and Blue.
#I’m so proud of myself for coming up with changeling scion#hmm I want to reorganize this . and talk about more stuff. meow.#wife is life tag
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Tha Falcons
#toyphotography#afol#brickcentral#legophotography#minifigures#toy photography#lego photography#lego medieval#legography#legominifigures
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a Magic story (part 2)
(part 1)
The following months were difficult. From having friends, freedom, a purpose, the boy was left alone. She was gone. Neither her family, nor the police, not even his magical allies knew where she was. She vanished without a trace. But the worst, to his surprise, was not that. His Sidekick left too. That creature that he thought was just a tool was gone; he couldn't feel him. It was painful, like losing a part of his soul.
No friends, no sidekick, keeping secrets from everyone, his dream shattered. What reason did he have to continue?
Once again, he was heard.
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It was by chance. The one time he hadn't bothered to look before crossing the street, though in his mood, it might have been on purpose. He almost gets run over.
Almost.
He remembers hearing the car horn, before being lifted into the air engulfed in blue lights. A feeling he had almost forgotten...
He staggered as his feet touched the ground again. Looking around, he found a pair of blue eyes looking at him curiously.
“Did you know you have to look both ways before crossing the street?”
It was a kid. Blond and with a high-pitched voice. He couldn't be older than twelve years old.
"You're lucky I was around to save you!" He said proudly with a big smile painting his face. He was just a kid.
The blond kid hadn't finished speaking when another kid approached. This one had brown hair and was a bit shorter than the blonde. They looked alike, maybe they were brothers.
“Heyyyy, can you hear me?" the blond kid waved his hand in front of the boy. "Are you ok?"
“Y-yeah. Tha... Thanks for saving me.” Hearing that, both kids jumped and did a little dance. It was funny, innocent...
“You are very welcome sir!”...
"I'm sixteen"
"Oops, sorry hehe. Um, well, since, um, we saved you, could you help us? We're lost." They smiled worriedly. The boy kept listening "We were in Victoria Square and we saw a falcon and we followed it-
“Did you know falcons can reach 380 kilometers per hour?”
"-And we followed it and then we saw you and the car and FIUMM (fast air noise) we saved you with our powers!"
So they did have something, those blue lights were not his imagination. Now that he noticed, both kids wore gloves, the brown one greens and the blond one blues.
He shouldn't ask. He learned that magic is sacred and must be kept secret. Talking about it with others had serious consequences.
Who is he kidding? Is not like he had much left to worry about.
"Are you Magical Girls too?"
The kids' eyes lit up.
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The boy helped them back to where their parents were. Along the way the kids talked and talked about how much fun it was to have magic. They had only been wearing the gloves for a few weeks but had had a lot of adventures, mostly helping stray animals. They also asked the boy about his adventures. He told them some stuff, avoiding painful details. He mentioned that his Sidekick was missing, and both kids swore they would help him find it. It was cute, seeing the illusion on their faces. For a moment, the boy thought about warning them about the dangers. He knew how quickly things could go wrong. If they got too deep, their lives would be swept up in chores and duties and other people's problems and debates about right and wrong and-
Oh. This is what he meant by lack of focus...
In the end he decided to do something else, he gave them his number in case of emergency. He couldn't do much, but having someone to talk to could be very helpful. He knows how much he would have wanted that.
And for another two months, life keep on going.
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It was raining The boy walked slowly. He didn't mind getting wet. He didn't care about ruining his books. He didn’t care anymore he couldn’t he just he didn’t-
¡ZACH!
He was rammed and knocked to the ground.
Something clingged desperately to his chest. In the dark of the storm it glowed red.
It was him.
His Sidekick was back
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For the writer ask game: 13, 17, 18, 27?
13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?
HATE writing about myself—profiles, bios, etc. Impossible. LOVE writing inciting events. Very easy.
17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.
Ha ha, so I knew where I wanted the last BBN chapter I posted to end up, but I had a very hard time getting there? Anyway, these were all my various attempts at writing it 🤣
There's not necessarily huge variation between all of the files, but I played a lot with the idea that Link and/or Ghirahim, or possibly the reader, could still hear Zelda speaking to various degrees (lol hence the file names). In one version, Ghirahim and Zelda were basically able to converse while Link refused to "acknowledge" it. Wrote another that was the same, but the reader didn't get to see what she said. In another, Zelda’s voice would only come through in fragments, usually pre-flicker where Link’s mind was trying to churn through some idea that challenged reality. I stuck with the idea for too long, tbh, probably because it made aspects of exposition easier, and there were bits of the writing that I liked? But it kept turning the chapter into a big old Ghirahim-Zelda fight/debate, even when I tried limiting her presence, and cut out the tension of wondering what had happened to Zelda. Anyway, the focus in that segment really needed to be Link and Ghirahim’s interactions, which couldn't develop unhindered with Zelda chiming in, so I had to cut it out :')
27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?
I don't know if stressful is the right word, but I think Link from BBN just because there's so much to keep in mind? Trying to balance Link's levels of internalized ableism without carrying it too far or making the narrative itself ableist... trying to determine what Link could realistically do, and what he might need help with... trying to not accidentally write visual descriptions from his point of view 😂
18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.
Sooo Pinesong almost went in a very different direction, with Revali's restlessness leading him to go pick a fight with a Lynel, break his one bow he brought along, and experience a series of events that led him to remembering his own death? :') It wasn't that it was a bad direction, necessarily, and some of it was fun writing, but I realized that I wanted Pinesong to have a softer tone overall, so I scrapped it... all 4500 words :') In hindsight, this might be why some chapters take so long to finish 😭
Anyway, I just rediscovered the file that has that version written out (titled "Pinesong Chapter 5 Dramatic Version") so maybe you read a few excerpts and see for yourself how it changed XD
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Progress at the Flight Range had finally stalled, coming first in inches and then not at all, and though Revali told himself there must be unavoidable mortal limits to what anyone could attain, he knew that his focus had become fractured, scattered to the winds by the very Hylian who had inspired it in the first place. Harth had accepted the broken pieces of his Great Eagle Bow with no mention that he’d ever seen them before, saying only that he would try to have a new one finished soon. Link had vanished into the wilds without a word of where he might go next, unreachable to Revali even had he wanted to find him—which of course, he did not—and the princess sent out no new invitations. It was as if the world itself were advising him to wait, to hold on, to be still… but Revali had never liked waiting, and refused to sit still.
Day after day, Revali wandered further from the familiar cold updrafts of his home, his Falcon Bow set securely against his back and his quiver bursting with arrows. All he needed was some reminder that his training was not without purpose, that he was worth more than his ability to pilot an old machine that he could no longer even stand to look at… but as he’d halfway feared, those scattered enemy camps he’d seen tucked away in the mountains and canyons were long since gone, with only the vacant, skull-shaped rocks and eerily empty forts left to prove that they had existed at all. The only “battles” he managed to find against straggling monsters barely deserved the term, though that didn’t mean he gave up his search. Stubbornly, he persisted, setting up camp in the frigid Hebra Mountains and no longer bothering to return for the night. Teba might have taken him up on his offer to train at the Flight Range, or even moved in there for all he knew or cared. He’d had enough of those stationary targets—it was time for something more.
The Lynel he stumbled across by accident, no matter what Teba would accuse him of later, although his first reaction upon spotting it was relief. Revali almost blundered straight into the creature while rounding the northmost edge of Hebra’s mountains leading into the Tabantha snowfields, but an unnatural stillness in the air made him halt just in time, taking quick shelter in a copse of trees as he spotted it prowling the frozen tundra, its enormous club in hand. Few animals were foolish enough to make their homes anywhere near a Lynel’s domain, and his surroundings were so silent that each careful breath he took rang painfully loud in his ears. Luckily, it seemed the hulking beast had not spotted him yet. If it had, Revali was certain he would know.
“So, Link missed one, eh?” he muttered to himself in satisfaction, heart racing as he eyed the creature’s silver coat and vividly violet stripes. Fear would have been the logical reaction to coming across a silver-maned Lynel, but instead, Revali found himself grinning. It had been a long time. “Typical.”
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“Oh, I’ll be fine.” A soft snow had started to fall, but Rito were made to withstand the cold… for a little while. At least he would have plenty of ice to pack against his wounds. “I’ll just be sitting here dying.”
“I didn’t mean I would leave you here, idiot,” Teba grunted, standing to bend over, and before Revali could so much as protest, he’d been lifted up and draped across Teba’s back. “I’ll die myself before I leave you bleeding in the snow.”
He wanted to ask why Teba cared one way or the other, but suspected it might be taken the wrong way.
“That was a sharp descent from ‘master’ to ‘idiot,’” he said instead, and with his head resting almost on Teba’s shoulder, he could see Teba smirk.
“Would ‘master idiot’ be preferable?”
“Tempting.” Revali leaned forward with a sign, shifting so his wing wouldn’t be jostled. “I’d really just prefer Revali.”
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“Revali!” Link called out as soon as he’d materialized, immediately catching sight of Revali’s fire and running towards it. Resigned, Revali leaned back against the cold stone. He should have been surprised, he thought, but somehow he was not.
“I had a feeling it would be you,” he sighed as Link approached. “Of course, making me wait all night seems a bit… indulgent.”
A vaguely out of reach memory and the expression on Link’s face made him wonder if he’d said something similar before.
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Ginny couldn’t believe it. She had been traded. Traded to the Falmouth Falcons. Traded to the worst possible team in the whole of Quidditch history.
And Draco Malfoy sitting beside her, also freshly traded. Thankfully he looked just as confused and angry as she did.
“You’re Soulmates,” Broadmoor smiled like it was good news. “‘N Soulmates are practically un-fucking-beatable when on tha same team.”
“Ex-excuse me, we’re what?” Ginevra stuttered and Draco didn’t blame her at all.
“Soulmates!” Broadmoor exclaimed. “Destined ta fall in love ‘n win me The World Cup once ‘n for all!”
Soulmates With Benefits | Drinny, Complete 23k, E
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Chrome: why's your partner call you babygirl.
Falcon: how about we stop talking for a while.
Falcon: Tha's between me an' sweetheart.
Jackal: And Anyone Else In The Apartment When You Decide To-
Falcon: ANYWAY
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More hooligan and now shoplifters headcanons! :D
Fang does play call of duty when given the chance too, mostly if he has no work on certain days. Hell, he may even team up with shadow if he's down to play some rounds as well, they both obliterate on the battlefield (Yes my shadow plays call of duty too lol)
Although Karl, Konor, and Jeff are very overprotective of Nic, they have their own sexualities. Konor is gay so he sees Nic as a sister, Karl is straight but knows he has no chance with nic ( he tried it backfired) and Jeff is asexual, he isn't interested in anyone.
Bark rather prefers to write poetry alone, because if he tries with the other hooligans they would try to hover over his shoulder and read it.
The Marvelous Queen gained sentience by an odd glowy orb fusing into her, that orb was a small part of Fang's mother, her personality. Although Queen is her own being and has her own goals and intentions, she acts as a motherly figure to fang because of this.
Corsen The mouse (My oc) is the newest member of the Hooligans, her brush was stolen by Eggman one day and she rushed to get it back, succeeding and taking a golden broach she found as well, but getting captured by Eggman as she was escaping. She ended up in a casino like zone and was a live prize to any winner with enough cash to buy her. But fang noticed her golden broach and broke her out to steal it, in the end she simply gave it to him as a thank you for saving her and mentioning having no where to go, this made fang feel irritated and guilty so he brought her along, he still got his money so whatever lol.
Even though they are Rivals at first, the Hooligans and Shoplifters do get along after working together to break out of prison, once out Fang covers his end of the deal by helping Nic get her memories back, after trial an error she eventually remembers her brother and both teams have a permanent friendship.
Honey The cat is not a member of the hooligans but does make deals with them in order to expand her brand, plus going on adventures with a buncha idiots is always fun!
Konor, Karl and Jeff cannot eat lunch with fang, they just get an uneasy feeling. Unless nic Is there, then it's fine!
Nic does own the millennium Falcon like her Archie counter part, but she got it from a garage sale for a cheap price, plus she's a bit of a star wars fan, she binge watch the whole series with fang.
Nic: "okay so the First three prequel movies suck ass but the next three are fuckin badass"
Fang: "what about the recent three"
Nic: "suck ass but it's important for the lore"
Fang: "mother fucker-"
But hey if Fang can cosplay as Luke and nic as princess Leia that's a win win gents, also ya know damn well fang is gonna love the mandolorian that's a good shit.
Bean is asexual as well, he doesn't want cooties, "DISGUSTANG" says bean.
Bean is a pro gamer, he has all the recent gaming consoles...NOOO he didn't steal em or anything.
Bark does pushups with both fang and bean on his back and they just count how many he has for him, Fang sometimes has a megaphone and bean waves pom poms.
Team Hooligan and team shoplifters do have videogame nights, so far they've finished Mario RPG together, 100% (Bean had to fight culex and he was having such a hard time he almost threw out the television)
Corsen spray paints and vandalizes many buildings in a ton of city's, most of them being the hooligans together and eventually she adds the Shoplifters with them as well.
Nic has no idea who Fiona is in this universe, and she's only heard of mighty from other people but never met him properly. (Same for bark and bean)
Fang took Corsen on a first date to a fancy restaurant, Yes bean and bark we're watching undercover, undetected, using newspapers to hide their faces, fuckin sneaky.
Yes Nic made the other shoplifter members watch star wars with her, ya Wana be Nic's friend? You're obligated to watch star wars, ALL OF EM.
Bark does hibernate, but not a very long time, can't leave fang and bean alone for too long they'll start a fire!
And that's all for now :3 may update with a few more things before making another headcanon post lol
#Sonic#sonic the hedgehog#fang the sniper#nack the weasel#sonic oc#team hooligan#bark the polar bear#Bean The Dynamite#Nic The Weasel#Konor the Weasel#Karl The Weasel#Jeff the weasel#The Marvelous Queen#team shoplifters#Paintgun#oc x canon#Thats a lot of tags LMAO#I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH#Corsen The Mouse
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