#zips the mako

[sparklijam]

Don’t worry, they apologized right away 😅

#jamzart #jamzanimatic #zips the mako #tank the hammerhead #echo the nurseshark #brick the hammerhead #malik the hammerhead #malik the teaspoon hammerhead #sharktrolls #i uploaded at tiktok too- #-just wanted to post SOMETHING here lol

[king-trollex-fangirl]

A little gift based off the Undertale souls art I made 🤗

Marley

Items: faded ribbon, toy knife

Rose

Items: torn notebook,cloudy glasses

Zips

Items: bandana,tough glove

Melody

Items: cowboy hat, empty gun

Jussy

Items: frying pan, stained apron

Roxie

Items: old tutu,ballet shoes

Diego

Items: stick,locket

Diego Redwater belongs to @king-trollex-fan

Jussy belongs to @jade-green-butterfly

Zips the mako belongs to @sparklijam

Roxie belongs to @djkingxxxdm

Marley belongs to @lasirenacanta

Rose belongs to @artstar1997

Melody belongs to me

Undertale belongs to Toby Fox

#trolls band together #trolls #Diego Redwater #Justina Butterfly #Queen Rose #Zips the Mako #Queen Melody #Marley the Octotroll #undertale #undertale souls #toby fox

[sparklistories]

What If AU

Zips and Tide would be scouting when they would hear a thud nearby

Zips: ?? What was that??

Tide: *frowns, motions Zips to stay* I’ll take a look… *silently slips in the shadows to investigate*

#sparkli stories #sparkli rps #what if au #zips the mako #tide the nurseshark #sharktrolls

[that1nerd-20]

Chuck Hansen X F!Reader (Birthday special)

Warnings: Jealous chuck, Violence, Talk of sexual stuff, Gets a bit spicy, Swearing, a bit of angst, Chuck being a butt, MDNI! 18+ / ageless blogs don't interact!! Or you will be blocked

Word count: 4.7k

Other:

Reader can put her hair in a low pony, and is described as being shorter than chuck and she goes to the gym, as well as her cheeks can become red. Chuck is also able to pick her up, but only for a few split seconds and can carry her a few feet from a wall to a bed. But other than that, she is very open ended

this was purely self-indulgent, I love Chuck so much and I wanted to do something for him for his birthday. let me know if yall want part two with the smut. also, we are gonna pretend they are at the shatterdome for like a year before they close the breach, we also gonna pretend like he doesn't die. sorry for any grammar issues or sentences just don't make sense, I'm sometimes really bad at writing things, and other times my writing sounds amazing

His birthday is Aug 14th. so this will be posted on Aug 14th.

The alarm blared loudly in my ears. Groaning, I pull myself up out of bed. I stretch, hearing the bed across from me rustle. I look over, my older brother Jacob is still fast asleep. Smirking widely I make my way to his bedside.

 Cupping my hands around my mouth I scream “JACOB!!” in his ear. Jacob bolts upright, “Where's the danger?!” he rapidly looks around finally setting his eyes on me and groaning. I walk over to our shared bathroom grabbing my uniform as he gets up off his bed. I give our two dogs, Xerxes the Doberman and Baron the Deutsch Drathaar, pats on the head I close the bathroom door before changing into my uniform. I head out of the bathroom to see Jacob finish zipping up his uniform top. We both grab our bomber jackets, Jacob puts his on, the large silver lettering displayed across his back our Jaegers symbol in gold underneath. I threw my jacket over my shoulder holding it there. We both put our aviators on and headed out the door. The voice announced over the kaiju alarm.

“Kaiju alert, Sideswipe pilots please report to your conn-pod station.” walking down the hallway, many of the others moved out of the way. 

“So how's it going with Alice?” I asked my co-pilot nonchalantly, looking at him as he whipped his head around his mouth hanging open slightly. 

“How did you find out about that?!” he whisper shouted, looking around to make sure no one else heard. Smirking I look forward “She told me. I mean I am friends with her.” I said like it was no big deal. I chuckled when I heard him groan “I didn't know she was telling people about us…” I shrugged the two sets of dog tags around my neck jangling. “I'm pretty sure she only told me, since im your sister.” we walk past LOCCENT, a quick glance inside I see the Hansen boys, Mako Mori, Raleigh Becket, Cherno Alpha’s pilots, and the Wei Tang brothers. 

While there is an actual kaiju attack, we are the only Jaeger being sent out. Since my brother and I are a newer Jaeger pair, Marshall Pentecost wants us to show off our skills to the other Jaeger pilots. We finally reached our conn-pod station. Jacob and I place our jackets and aviators neatly in a pile on one of the benches at our station. 

Pulling my hair up into a low ponytail, our crew gets to work helping us put our armor on. I hear the marshall and a group of people walk to the entrance of our station. A low psst sounds from my brother's direction, I look at him with a slightly annoyed look “What?!” I whisper harshly, he smirks softly “What about Chuck?” he whispers back, my eyebrows crease in confusion, glancing at the aforementioned pilot, who was watching us like the rest of the group. 

“What about him?” I whisper back at my brother, whose smirk only gets wider “You fuck ‘im yet?” he whispers back, my face turning bright red. The crew members who were working on us paused, some also going bright red, A few of them snickering. I glared at the group, “is there a problem?” an authoritative voice rings out. Jacob and I freeze, gulping. I glance at the marshall “No sir.” Jacob and I answered at the same time. Our team hastily resumed their work, Jacob and I straightened our backs staring straight forward “Good.” the marshall simply states. The last piece of my suit is secured in place, our helmets are handed to us. 

I look over at my brother “Ready, Luke?'' His nickname comes out harshly “As ever, Leia.” He brings his fist up waiting expectantly, a big grin stretches across my face, and I hit my own fist against it. We head into our conn-pod, “Good luck pilots.” Marshall Pentecost says before leading the group away. We step into our footholds, Jacob to my left, our team hooks us up to the neural bridge, and we both put our helmets on.

“Testing 1, 2, 3, Sideswipe can you hear me?” Tendo’s voice sounds out, and Jacob reaches his right arm up to the control panel. “We hear you loud and clear Mission control.” Jacob lets his arm fall. “Initializing neural handshake.” I feel the pull at the back of my head as we enter the drift. Memories from our childhood in Wisconsin flowed through, everything that flashed between us is stuff we'd both seen before. Memories of our younger brother Atlan float by too. We are brought out of the drift quickly “Neural handshake completed and holding strong.” our jaeger is then picked up to be brought to the kaiju. 

Jacob’s mind fills up with explicit images of his girlfriend making me gag in disgust. “Dude, are you really thinking about Alice like that right now?!” I yell over at my copilot. He smirks and looks over at me. “Well you're thinking about how you'd like to screw that-” Cutting him off I yell at him “-that nothing, im not thinking about screwing anyone!” although both he and I knew that wasnt the case, we were in each others head, we can't lie. Memories of Chuck when he's working out in the base gym flash in my head, and my mind wanders to the memory of how the muscles in his arms strained and moved while he worked out. I was always blessed when he decided to wear tank tops while he did. Him being so hot in a tank top got me hurt once. 

“C'mon, you got this! You are so close!” Jacob had challenged me to see who could run for the longest time on the treadmills. Anytime we did this I would share my earbuds and blast music to keep us going. Jacob gave up ¾ of the way through my run, but I was close to beating my record on how many miles I could run in one go, which was 3.5 miles. I was nearing the record, and Jacob and a few others were cheering me on. 

When I finally hit it, the small group that had formed around me started cheering, but I wasnt completely tired yet so I wanted to keep pushing. Right after I hit 4 miles, that's when he appeared, large arm muscles and broad shoulders being shown off by the tank top. Chuck asked one of the others around me what was going on, gripping the towel around his neck, but when he glanced at me my foot slipped out from underneath me. 

I slid down the treadmill, pulling the emergency cord with me. Although the treadmill shut off pretty quickly, I still got shot to the floor. My right arm and leg burned. “Shit! Y/N!” Jacob leaned down near me, rolling me onto my left side to assess the damage to my right side. I groaned opening my eyes, asking my brother silently how bad it was. He answered through our link “It doesn't look too bad, just bad rugburns in a sense.” I saw Chuck peer over my face, his beautifully hot, sweaty face, filled with concern. “Ya alrigh’ love?” my face flushed red, not trusting my voice I nod. 

“Dude stop that! I don’t need to see you drooling over lover boy-” Jacob nearly screamed at me, shaking me out of my thoughts, “You’re such a little baby.” I retorted. The helicopters above us slow down getting ready to drop us. We both brace ourselves when Jacob speaks “But I’m your little baby” I can practically hear the smirk in his tone. The cables on our Jaeger snap and we are released. When we land we steady ourselves, Jacob and I share a look, before we turn our attention to the kaiju in front of us, not making a move until we say “Let's kill this piece of shit.”

Time skip

Our Jaeger docks in the shatterdome, the head lifts off Sideswipe, and heads up to our station. We get unhooked from the neural bridge, taking off our helmets we make our way out to our docking station. We see the marshall and the other Jaeger pilots having a conversation at the entrance of the room, our team starts to disassemble our suits. 

Jacob and I face the group of pilots, as the last few bits of our suits are taken off. I try not to glance at Chuck, but I can't help but look at him at least once, I find him looking away from everyone with his arms crossed. Jacob and I head to our jackets, we unpile the stuff, taking what was ours. I put my boots back on after folding my aviators on the collar of my uniform. I sling my jacket over my shoulder again as Jacob puts his on. We approach the group that was blocking our way out, our crew long gone. 

The marshall turned towards us, I gave him a nod, and Jacob addressed him directly, his normally light, joking tone replaced by a cold serious one. “Marshall.” the marshall gave us both a curt nod.

“You two performed well,” the marshall starts, “Color me impressed.” he offers us a small smile before turning back towards the group and walking out. The Wei Tang brothers and the Cherno Alpha pilots leave with the Marshall, Herc comes up to us giving us both a pat on the shoulder. Before Herc leaves he gives me a strange look, like he's trying to tell me something. Mako and Raleigh both tell us Good job before walking out as well. Jacob heads out giving me a knowing look as I take notice that Chuck is still here. I turn towards Chuck, who has his arms crossed over his broad chest, an annoyed look on his face, as he stares off into a corner of the room. 

Making my way over, I place my jacket over my arm, as I get closer to Chuck I can see he's lost in thought. “Hey.” I stop about 2 feet in front of him. It seems to snap him out of his trance, he looks at me quickly before he storms out of the room. I sat there gaping staring after him. What was that about? 

I make my way down to the mess hall since it was dinner, but not before stopping by Jacob and i’s room to grab the dogs and to change. I change into a gray T-shirt and black cargo pants, keeping my combat boots on and both sets of dog tags. A few weeks after Jacob and I became friends with the Hansen boys, I had a gift left on our doorstep. Chuck had given me a spare set of his dog tags, he wrote a note saying that he wanted someone to get his dog tags when he died, and most likely his main set would be impossible to recover. He said that he thought id be a good choice. If he saw them find a home around my neck, he didn't say anything. While we barely knew each other a few weeks, we had become really good friends. I put my aviators on, grabbed the dogs' leashes, and headed toward the mess hall.

Xerxes was a pretty tall muscular dog, he was a traditional-looking Doberman; black coat, docked tail, and cropped ears to stand tall. Baron was on the smaller side, still a big dog, but he wasnt as tall, he was somewhat stocky and looked very mean but was a sweetheart, both of them are. Baron's black coat was littered with singular white hairs across his chest, feet, and face he was a traditional Drahthaar with a docked tail as well. 

With one dog on each side of me, I made my way into the mess hall. I see Jacob already sitting with Herc and Chuck, so I stop by the table and hand the dogs over, who immediately lay down next to the table. I head up to the counter and grab my food. When I get back to the table, I sit down across from Jacob and next to Chuck in my normal spot. The dogs move from their spot and lay down by me, I could feel Max under the table resting his head on my foot. We all talked, but Chuck wouldn't say a thing to me. He wouldn't even look at me, the air around us got awkward. As soon as Chuck was done eating he jumped up and stormed off. He even left Max, which he never does. 

I look over at Herc, my face contorted in confusion and hurt. 

“Sorry kid, he's an ass sometimes,” he shrugs before continuing, “I think I have an idea of wha’ it’s about but he needs to deal with it on his own.” Herc gets up, not realizing that Max was still under the table. I look at Jacob still confused “What is it with you men being cryptic all the time?” I ask him. He shrugs “I guess we're just programmed like that” he takes a bite of his food “Not everybody is like me and expresses their feelings.” he chuckles softly. Taking a bite of my food I smile. “You are truly one of a kind.” I laugh swallowing my food, “and not in a good way.” he pretends to pout. “Well thanks, sis for being so nice to your big brother.” he sarcastically comments. We stare each other down for a few moments before we burst out laughing. 

We finish eating so I get up to throw my tray away. “Can you take the dogs back to the room? I gotta get Max back to Chuck,” I asked Jacob, Max’s head perking up, Jacob nodded. I called Max, and he got up and followed me while I dumped my tray. Making my way out of the mess hall with Max following behind me. I slowly walk through the shatterdome halls not really knowing where Chuck is. 

Luckily I see Herc, I call out for him "Herc!!" He looks behind him spotting me and stops. "Do you know where Chuck is?" He nodded scratching his chin "he's in his room." Turning around I head back down the hallway calling out a thank you as Max chased after me down the hall. 

Arriving at Chuck's door I hesitate before finally knocking. I hear some rustling before I hear faintly from behind the door "What?!". Glancing down at Max I slowly speak up "I-it's me," swallowing some spit I continue, "You left Max in the mess hall so I brought him to you." Hearing nothing I sigh, "I-i don't know what I did, but I'm sorry…" still getting no response I leave Max at the door and head back to my room.

Chuck ignored me for the next week. I started eating up by my Jaeger's conn-pod station. The dogs often joined me, offering me sympathy as they rest their heads against my legs. 

One day Herc came running up "Kid I need your help! Raleigh told me chucks gone crazy, said he's beating up some guy in mess." I didn't look up from my food, he kneeled beside me "Look I know he's been an asshole lately but you might be the only one able to stop him." I finally nod. We run down the halls to get down to the mess hall. When we reach the dining area chucks on top of a guy, clutching his shirt and screaming at him. Herc and I run to Chuck, we both manage to pull him off of the guy, and I push Chuck away from him by his chest. His face was full of anger and hatred. His body was tense beneath my hands but seemed to relax as he managed to feel my hands on him. "Chuck you need to calm down…" I spoke softly, he looked down at me relaxing more.

 He tensed once more when the guy spoke up "Yeah that's right you gotta get your daddy and your little piece of ass to stand up for you." I looked back at him, feeling Chuck get angry again. I see my brother obviously being held back by his girlfriend Alice. Chuck goes to move but I push firmly on his chest "Don't call her that!" Chuck's voice seething with anger. Herc steps beside me helping me keep him back. Noticing that the guy is one of my crew members, getting a little pissed off myself I step towards him. "How 'bout instead of focusing on other people's lives you focus on keeping that mouth of yours shut, 'cause it just cost you your job." 

The large group of personnel all snicker and laugh at the man. Two guys quickly grab him and leave the mess hall. I turn around to face Chuck, his face and hands were bruised, bleeding, and cut up. I take his arm in my hand, feeling his warm skin, I guide him back to his room. Our three combined dogs follow behind us. 

When we reach his room I open the door as he and the dogs walk in. I push him softly towards the bed. Grabbing his first aid kit, knowing exactly where it was from the countless times I'd had to patch him up. Turning back to Chuck his shirt is off as he looks down. A large bruise is starting to form on his stomach. Small cuts litter his shoulder. "God Chuck, what happened…?" I whisper making my way back to him. Trying to focus on patching him up and not the fact that he's shirtless. I sit next to him a slowly tend to his wounds. He doesn't look at me or speak. Only halfway done I get fed up "Chuck." He doesn't look up. "Chuck. Look at me.." I caress his cheek with one hand, slowly forcing his head to face me. "Chuck, what happened…?" His eyes finally met mine before quickly turning his head away from me. He shrugs slowly getting off his bed "The guy was just being a piece of shit, I just tried putting him in his place." His tone is relaxed like it was no big deal.

"I can clean the rest of my cuts, you can go." He rummaged through one of his drawers. I watched his back, trying not to gawk, but I snapped out of it. I stood up and walked towards him. "No im staying because we need to talk about you being a total ass hat." He whipped around, I could feel the heat in my face for two reasons. Anger was starting to form on my face, but my face was red from being face-to-face with him. His expression went from confusion to annoyance and anger. 

"There's nothing to talk about." His voice raised slightly, I clenched my hands, my nails digging into my palms. "Why won't you talk to me?!" I yelled at him, tears forming in my eyes "What did I do?!" He just looked away from me, knowing I wasn't going to get an answer. I pulled my dog tags out of my shirt. I swiftly grabbed his tags and pulled them off from around my neck, I slapped it down behind him. I turned around and walked to his door, opening it. "Xerxes, Baron, let's go," I called out to my dogs who jumped up and followed me out of the room.

For the next month, I completely avoided him. Herc tried to get me to talk to him but I refused. I always ate in my conn-pod. I always went to the base's gym late at night when no one was there. Jacob was worried, I could feel it through the drift, he noticed I was distracted. I was and I was miserable. Every part of me just wanted to run to Chuck and tell him how much he means to me but my mind was telling me that he didn't want me. He clearly displayed that.

On Chuck's birthday, I made sure I stayed in my room the whole day but that was short-lived when Marshall Pentecost called Jacob and me down to his office. When I entered the room I saw Chuck and herc standing by the Marshall's desk. Before I could even think about leaving Jacob was pushing me towards the front, and the door closed behind us. The marshall stood up from his desk. Herc and Jacob went by the marshall as he moved out from behind his desk. "It's been brought to my attention that you two are having some sort of problem." The marshall starts, clasping his hands in front of him. Chuck and I don't glance at each other. I keep my distance from him, Jacob is looking at me with his disappointed older brother face. "I've noticed that it has significantly affected your performance as pilots," I cross my arms in front of me, I admit I have been very tired since I've been up late working out. "So I've decided that you two will stay in Ranger Hansen's room until the problem gets solved. Hercules, Jacob, if you could please." The marshall motioned to us, but before we could protest he glared at us, "That is an order." Not wanting to get on his bad side we both let Herc and Jacob lead us to Chuck's room. 

When we arrive at the door they open it and shove us inside. The door closes quickly. We stand in silence before I take a seat on the floor near the door. He sits on his bed, head in his hands. I pull my knees up to my chest, leaning my head back and looking at the ceiling. The silence is killing me so I pull my iPod out, plug in my headphones, and select my playlist. I hit play as I push the earbud into my left ear. I tap my foot along to the music and close my eyes. I can feel Chuck's eyes shift to me but I don't look at him. Tears start to prick at the corners of my eyes. Opening my eyes I turn my head away from Chuck.

 "I-i don't know what I did to make you hate me…" I speak more to myself than to Chuck. I hear him click his tongue, and a faint curse leaves his lips. He stands up and moves to lean against the wall opposite me. "I don't hate you love." He hits the wall lightly in frustration, "It's the exact fucking opposite…" He turns to face me, as the tears run down my face. I stand up with anger, "What the fuck does that mean?!" I yell at him, I press pause on my music and take out my earbud. He takes a step forward looking away for a second, "I'm in love with you God dammit!" He yells out in frustration, raising clenched fists for a second. He turns around sighing, running his hand through his hair. 

"What…?" My voice comes out in a small squeak, not sure if I heard him. "I'm in love with you. But I heard you and your brother talking about someone, he was talking about how you wanted to screw someone you liked." He turned back to me with his hands on his hips. "I just knew you weren't talking about me and I just got so pissed. And then that guy from your crew was talking about your body at lunch and I just saw red." He explained. I heard what he said but it didn't process, I was still stuck on one thing. "You're in love with me?" I looked up at him, my face frozen in surprise. He scoffed "That's all you can focus on?" He looked away from me and I smiled softly. I quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down, smashing my lips against his. 

He pulled back quickly "What are you-" but I didn't let him speak, pulling his face down again. He kissed back roughly, placing his hands on my hips, pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck. When I needed air I pulled back, a smile on my lips. "We were talking about you." He cocked his head to the side, raising his eyebrow, "Jacob and I. We were talking about you, you are the only one that has been on my mind for the past 5 months." He smirked. He stepped back for a second realizing something, he walked to his dresser. Grabbing something off of it he walked back to me. He lifted his hand, dropping the object, revealing his spare dog tags dangling from his hand. But he didn't put them around my neck, he put them around his, then took off his main pair. 

Transferring his main dog tags from his neck to my neck. I looked down at the tags, before looking up at him as he placed his hands on my hips. "Take my real ones, to show that I'm yours." He smiled softly, I got an idea, I took my dog tags off my neck, and put them over his head. "Then take mine, to show im yours." smiling he pulled me back in for another kiss. Our lips moved in sync, he tapped the back of my thigh signaling me to jump. I jumped up, his hands hooked under my legs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed my back against the wall. His mouth moved from mine, down my jaw to my neck. He moves around my neck kissing, biting, and sucking marks into my skin. His hips slowly grind into mine as I moan out his name. He pulls back, admiring his work on my skin, he looks into my eyes, kissing me again. This time it's slow, sweet, and delicate. 

Pulling away I whisper to him, “Ya’know you were pretty hot when you were angry at that guy.” he smirks at my words, and he responds in a low raspy voice, his accent going straight to my core “I reckon I should get mad more often then ay?” I bite my lip slightly. “That day I fell on the treadmill, was because of you…” I slowly confessed, “You were just so hot in that tank top, all sweaty.” it seemed as if my words went straight to his pants. He nodded signaling me to keep going, “I couldn't keep my eyes off you, you do things to me that no one else can.” I lightly kissed his jaw, whispering sensually to him. “You dont know how much self-restraint it takes me to not touch you like I want to.” I sucked a few hickeys into his neck earning some groans from him. 

“You have no idea what you do to me darlin’...” his voice comes out as a groan, I moan as his hips rub into mine again. He pulls back, bringing me away from the wall and over to his bed. He sits down with me in his lap, he rubs circles into my back as he looks at me. “Im sorry I was such a dickhead to you…” he apologized softly, “You dont deserve that.” I shook my head slightly. “It's alright Chuck, people make mistakes.” I placed a kiss on his lips, “Think of me as a birthday present from me because I love you and I want to be yours.” I smiled. He chuckled softly before kissing me, “Then this is the best birthday ever,” he smirked, “and right now I just want to unwrap my present from my girlfriend.” I laughed softly, as he slowly laid me on my back on his bed. He hovers over me as I give him the consent that he pleads for with his eyes. “Go ahead, handsome.” he quickly kisses me, running his hands along my body as his knee rests between my legs. He pulls back for a quick second “You better sit your pretty little ass next to me at dinner, I've missed you a lot, princess.” I giggle softly at him, “I've missed you too, hot stuff.” he smirks before pressing his lips hungrily against mine.

#x reader #oneshot #chuck hansen #mako mori #raleigh becket #pacific rim #hercules hansen #stacker pentecost #Chuck Hansen x reader #female reader #chuck hansen x y/n

[zombieheroine]

Initial D character headcanons (2/?)

Part 1

Sato Mako

Day job: Office worker in accounting Music of choice: Girl group grunge In her glove compartment: Maps, marker pens, a cap and sunglasses, polaroids of her and Sayuki, her rally idols, and that one candid of Takahashi Ryosuke. Plus Sayuki's emergency lipsticks and spare stockings. Parallel parking skill: Perfect. She doesn't honestly know what the big deal is, it's just stopping your car, get over yourself. Driving pet peeve: Guys who go on about "women drivers" Ticket score: She got a speeding ticket once and nearly yelled at the cop, so she's made extra sure not to get in that situation again.

Sayuki

Day job: An event venue manager, occasional bartender Music of choice: Girl group grunge, punk, visual kei In her glove compartment: She and Mako share the car, so she treats it like a second handbag. See above. Parallel parking skill: Only the theory. As the navigator, she just tells the driver to do it. If you listen to her, you'll get it exactly right too. Driving pet peeve: Guys who refuse to take instructions, read the manual, or ask for directions. Ticket score: Minus one, because she reins in Mako's temperament and believes without her she'd been arrested a long ago.

Nakazato Takeshi

Day job: A specialized mechanical engineer with a steady government position. The details are classified and it's very well paid. Music of choice: X Japan and Buck-Tick, goth and visual kei In his glove compartment: CDs (legit, he'd never pirate music), eye liner, and usually cigarettes and a lighter, but recently he must have forgotten to stack up. His lighter must be in another jacket's pocket too. Parallel parking skill: Perfect, but he keeps quiet about it in case someone dares him and he can use it to assert dominance (this will never happen). Driving pet peeve: Backseat drivers. He will never get a GPS or use a map app, ever. Ticket score: Speeds a lot but rarely gets caught. He doesn't worry about it too much, just enough to not lose his license.

Shoji Shingo

Day job: IT customer support at a call center. This is the root of everything that's wrong with him. Music of choice: Rap, hiphop, and secretly Britney Spears. Her CDs (legit) are kept in wrong cases on purpose. In his glove compartment: Hair ties, duct tape, zip ties, a box cutter, loose pill sheets of pain killers, condoms. This looks extremely shady but he doesn't even question it. Opening this would end any date immediately. Also a growing stash of cigarettes and lighters. Parallel parking skill: As good as any basic driving skill. It doesn't even occur to him to be stressed or impressed about anything as mundane as parking. Driving pet peeve: People who complain about "risks" and refuse to live a little.

#Initial D #inid #initial D headcanons

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

Mission Accomplished

Here’s my submission for day 2 of Lin Beifong’s Week. You can also find it on AO3.

Pairing: Lin Beifong x Mako

Rating: T

Art made by JadeLotus💚

The last time he had checked the time, it was back in the precinct, and it was midnight then. There was no knowing what time it was now. When it came to waiting, one could never tell if hours had gone by a mere few seconds. Impatience was becoming of Mako in the same way hunger was for Bolin; all bets were off. There was no telling what either brother would do under those dire circumstances.

Lin on the other hand was infuriatingly patient. She had this knack for staring at the same spot for minutes without screaming at the nothingness.

“Chief,” Mako said, clearing his throat. “What if they gave us a false lead?”

“My source is very reliable,” she said without turning around.

The smell was starting to get too him too now. There was a thin slit between the dumpster and the concrete wall of the alley through which Lin was spying on the warehouse across the street. They were well hidden in the shadows of demolition and that giant, odor-laden container of indefinite squalor.  

“Who is your source?”

Lin grumbled something incoherent in response.

Great, so this was getting to her too.

“Should we maybe leave? I don’t think anybody’s going to show up—”

“Shut it, Mako!” she growled, still not facing him.

“I just mean, it’s pretty late and—”

“And night time scares you?”

“What- no!”

“Then zip it and let me focus,” she said.

Mako sighed and moved towards her. He crouched down beside her even though there was no way he’d be able to see through that little slit without fully invading her personal space. He had binoculars too, but what good were they without a view?

So instead, he watched Lin. He considered her carefully. She was a lot smaller without her uniform, and that incited a sense of protectiveness in him. His mind began wandering. He wondered he’d do if Lin was attacked without her armor. If she was hurt and how she wouldn’t stop fighting until her last breath. She had that grit in her eyes. That tenacity in her frame. Her face would contort into her signature scowl- which now that he thought about- was cutesy pout without her armor.

He shook his head. No, Lin wasn’t cute. That wasn’t a word anyone would use to describe Lin Beifong. But somehow, at the core of Mako’s impatience, he found that 'cute' suited her just fine. He smiled to himself as he continued watching her. He pondered on the idea that Lin Beifong was cute and he would want to protect her at all costs. Possibly even wrap his arms around her to hold her safely.

So, when Chief Beifong turned around to see Mako with a cheeky smile spread across his face looking like he hadn’t experienced a thought in his whole life, she actually groaned. She rolled her eyes and turned back to watch the static warehouse.

Mako moved closer, and Lin could feel his presence against her side. He swallowed. He was growing more and more impatient and those fleeting thoughts about Lin weren’t helping his resolve. He needed to do something. Something about the bust or something about the tingling in his belly at the sight of his boss.

He wasn’t sure which one was going to combat, but he began anyway. “Chief, do—”

“Shhh!” she hushed him. “I see movement.”

Mako leaned over her, worming into her personal space and choosing to circle back to his feelings about that later. He saw three people exit the warehouse and he recognized them immediately. Iceman Wahkan, known for his ice blade attacks, Agni Kai leader, Zinji and Jargala Omo, the leader of the Creeping Crystal Triad. It was odd that these three were having a meeting but having worked with triads before, Mako knew that they were likely coming to some kind of understanding; territorial or so.

“What do we do now?” he asked.

Lin didn’t reply. Mako surmised that she was probably going to try and take them down herself. Typical Chief Lin Beifong.

“They’ll recognize us just as easily as we recognized them,” he said, standing up a touch. “We need to call for back up. There’s a good chance they’re not alone.”

“Shh!” she yelled softly, yanking him by his hand back down to the ground. She held his hand first, technically, Mako thought. Her hand was still loosely touching his but it was only because he stiffened his palm within hers, so they’d still be touching until she consciously moved her hand away.

“They’re crossing the road,” Lin narrated what she was seeing. Of course, she had paid no mind to Mako’s skin still touching hers. As she put on her coat over her black tunic, she snatched the binoculars from Mako’s other hand.

“There's something in here. They’re entering this building to leave the city through the swamp behind,” she said, unaware of Mako’s eyes on her. The back door of this building was beside the dumpster, right where they were standing.

Mako and Lin were caught right in the middle of their exit scheme. The only thing worse than not catching criminals is letting the criminals catch you.

“Quick, we need to move. We can’t be made!” she scrambled.

However, instinct got the better of Mako and he pulled her by the door. He rammed her into the wall and with either hand grasping her waist, lifted her against his body.

“Mako, what do you think you’re—”

“Hiding in plain sight. We’ll blend into the darkness better than—”

“Jargala has great seismic sensing,” she said, wrapping her legs around Mako’s waist. It meant Mako’s feet needed to be off the ground too. He felt a brick sticking out the wall and quickly stepped on it, pushing himself further into Lin. Since there was only space for one of his feet, his other foot was hanging in the air and that brick was essentially carrying his and Lin’s weight. He hoped it wouldn’t give out. At least not until the bad guys were gone.

Mako’s face was painfully close to Lin’s. He could smell her hair, her neck, the coffee, her scent and—

There was a rattling sound. They were indeed using the back door next to them to escape. Lucky for them, the door opened outwards and would hide the two of them with their brick behind it.

Rightfully so, the door slammed open, slightly hitting Mako’s shoulder. Lin turned stiff against him and Mako’s arm pulled her closer into his body. Those idiotic sensibilities to protect Lin with his life were coming back. 

Zinji was the last one to step out also the one who shut the door to the building. And of course, they noticed two people in the alley that was supposed to be empty.

That’s when a new impulse clouded Mako’s mind. He roughly pressed his lips onto hers, vaguely aware of the three-person audience they had acquired. As if privy to Mako’s most personal thoughts and fantasies, Lin kissed him back. She whimpered softly in his mouth and ran her fingers through his hair. She didn’t want to think about what she was feeling against her inner thigh that rested on Mako’s thigh, but she kept going.

Jargala snorted. “Horn dogs.”

Lin opened one eye and just as the three of them turned away from them, she pushed Mako away and in the blink of an eye, raised the ground and trapped all of them. For Jargala, Lin raised the metallic top of the dumpster, tore it in half and embedded it in the rocks covering the earthbender so she couldn’t escape. Criminals may be learning the old Beifong styles, but metalbending would always be a Beifong original.

“Run to the satomobile and call for backup, Mako. They’re going to have a long night behind bars.”

“Chief Beifong getting it on with the rookie,” Wahkan cackled as Mako left the scene.  He was half annoyed he didn’t have to hear the rest of it because Lin did, but the idea of never feeling Lin’s lips on his again saddened him even more.

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Mako stood by her side as the police-satos took the three criminals away. Their stakeout was a success, but Mako was feeling less than accomplished. He wanted to talk to Lin. No, he wanted to kiss her. Okay, okay, he wanted to talk about the kiss and then kiss her some more.

“They were hiding drugs inside the jennamite and distributing it amongst the triads,” Lin scoffed. “Morons.”

Mako gave her a tight smile.

“It’s almost dawn, go get some rest, detective,” she ordered. “We’ll reconvene at—”

“The engagement party!” he finished quickly. 

“What?”

“Bolin and Opal’s engagement party?” He joined his eyebrows with concern and confusion. “It’s tonight.”

“Right,” Lin remembered. “I meant I’d see you at the station. There’s no way I’m letting you off this paperwork.”

“Right.”

“Good night, detective.” She began walking away.  But before he realized what was doing, Mako’s hand reached for her wrist and grasped it, pulling her back.

“Excuse me—”

“Go out with me, Lin. I mean,” he was choking, “I would like to go out with you- I want to take you out. No, I mean, take you out like on a date not take you out like kill you or- I should just stop—”

Lin stared at him. Her bottom lip was curled out and her brows were joined together like she was worried he was having a stroke or something.

“That kiss was- well,” Suddenly, those taunting comments he missed were coming back to him. He didn’t hear them but he knew the nature of its contents. Lin would never go out with a detective. They worked together. It was unprofessional and even if Lin did entirely enjoy the kiss, she still wouldn’t go out with someone with his dating records. He was hopeless.

So, he stood there, silently gaping at her face. 

“I have to leave, detective. I am imaginably exhausted.” 

He didn’t say another word after that. He simply watched her walk away from him and disappear into the night.

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Sparks of crimson, blue, white, and gold colored the sky. Bolin and Opal had a beautiful engagement ceremony and an even grander party. Suyin had pulled all the stops for her one and only daughter.

Something about the lights, the love or the celebration of companionship felt seemingly soothing. It wasn’t nearly as terrible as Lin had thought. So, she made her way to where a brooding young man stood with a glass of pomegranate champagne.

When her shoulder brushed against his, he turned to his side.

“You were right. I think sleep deprivation makes me delusional.”

Lin smirked. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by the firebender how gorgeous Lin looked in that green silk gown. He decided to allow himself a crush as long as he contained his feelings inside his head. He was all but appreciating beauty.

But surprisingly, she replied, “You were right too. That kiss was- well…” she shrugged nervously.

“Yeah,” Mako agreed with a shy smile. “It was a spur of the moment decision- I’m sorry I kissed you—”

“Don’t be!”

Now he turned towards her. She really was such a spectacular woman, and she was smirking at him. His heart was thumping loudly in his chest, and he briefly wondered if she could feel it from the Earth.

“Is the offer still open?” she asked innocently.

Mako smiled and looked at his feet bashfully. “Would you?" he shook his head, “Would you want to go out with me?”

“I’d like to,” she whispered and slid her hand into his. "We make a decent team." 

Mako squeezed her hand and turned back towards the fireworks in the sky. 

Chief Beifong was actually going to get it on with him. He smiled to himself at the thought. 

Mission accomplished. 

#lin beifong #chief beifong #lin x mako #mako #linko #linbeifongsweek

[sparklistories]

From the oceans to oceans, from the seas to the seas and from the depths to depths, every each and every one of the aquatic trolls were extremely worried sick of the beloved and kindhearted queen known as Queen Cordelia Crystalstones who is vanish from sight at this moment in time. They're didn't hear from her and didn't seeing her from one of their tribes as the colors of the water changed into grayish shades as they're started to burning with curiosity as well....

Two sharktrolls Tide and Zips were searching everywhere ever since Cordelia disappeared. They both had a connection with the young queen, so they were devastated that she went missing.

Zips: Anything yet???

Tide: No…where could she have gone…?

#sparkli stories #sparkli rps #zips the mako #tide the nurseshark #deity!tide #queen cordelia

[gcldfanged]

@monstersmade [Kadaj]

Time would become meaningless, every waking second bloated and off-kilter, minutes stretching into empty hours.

He was pretty sure the pipes might explode if he kept the water that hot, eventually twisting the knob until the downwards spray trickled into like more than a few errant drops. Steam roiled off his skin, scrubbed down so hard and angrily, entire flakes of skin had sloughed off in pieces.

He wasn't doing this as a courtesy. It wasn't as if he wanted to somehow mask the pollution steeped in his very soul, an earthy musk of street dirt, stamped down tobacco, alcohol and tears. Brimstone and gunsmoke.

The face in the mirror is too soft. Not from an accumulation of fat, but comfort. Life had been good because business had been going so smoothly. There was little by the way of competition, so he had a veritable stranglehold on the black market and aside from a few younger upstarts trying to expand their own territory, there were few dumb enough to challenge his authority. He'd become too lenient, perhaps- Due to the lack of opposition.

Jae-hyo had kept his hair longer, let it grow out. It had always been thick and pretty, raven black with just the slightest red undertone in the sunlight. Now it was shorn short and close to the scalp, combed through with pomade and camellia oil. A form of atonement, perhaps. It wasn't like the Old Ways, he never had to 'walk the line' when he'd left. No- When Tseng had given him permission to leave. He could even try to argue that he'd bled enough for something that only had amounted to loyalty forged in Verdot's memory.

The former agent toys with a straight razor taken from his shaving kit, turning it between his fingers in the overhead lighting. The decision could wait. He could always spill blood symbolically, in addition to literal intent... Really, he had all the time in the world to recognize if he was still sore about it.

The suit still fits like a second skin, Yoon smoothing down the ironed lines and pulling off any lint that might be present from simply being shoved in the back of the closet for what felt like eons. The gloves shined and creaked around his flexing fingers, sliding his cellphone into the inner breast pocket of the jacket.

Showtime.

His prisoner's hands were delicate. Like a woman's, really, he thought. Too fine even with all the calluses and rough edges from handling firearms. They didn't even twitch, knotted with thick zip ties and chains strapped down to a sad little metal chair giving no real hope about what was gonna happen.

His hair was soft, shiny and healthy like the scales of a fish pulled straight from the water when the light hit it just so. Silky when he brushed his fingers through it. Just a little stroke- Like a lover's, almost.

The kind of affection after that many hours of darkness and silence and isolation, would turn any living creature's skin alive and buzzing with sensation. Mako-tinged feline eyes wreathed in the length of lashes women paid for, or killed for, if they couldn't pay

"So..." Jae begins, dragging his fingers through those glossy locks once more before bearing down in a white-knuckled grip.

"You wanted to talk? Let's talk."

#monstersmade #◈ rp threads #happy fun torture times #hope this works for you #if i need to change anything you can boop me on le discord

[hwalovs]

A Smuggler and A Jedi 5/?

CHAPTER FIVE: SHU TORUN

Pairing; Luke Skywalker, Reader Warning; we love a slow-burn, more kind of fluff/kind of angst. Off screen stuff that gets mentioned. more denial of feeling. miscommunication. still no kiss- you’ll get one i promise.  Word Count; 10.2k

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Summary; Queen Trios of Shu-Torun’s betrayal allowed the evil Galactic Empire to launch a surprise attack against the Rebel Alliance’s fleet, scattering the rebels and nearly crushing their heroic cause once and for all. Princess Leia Organa, Jedi-in-training Luke Skywalker, and smuggling duo (Y/n) (L/n) and Han Solo narrowly escaped the assault and reunited with the Alliance thanks to the aid of new allies. Now, Leia has a score to settle with the Empire- and with Queen Trios...

THIS IS NOT EDITED

oh my god?? the last comic-centered chapter?? we’re almost to the endgame now kids, and I CANNOT wait for this to pick up with the remaining chapters. Sorry for the long wait on this one! I had a busy July and August, but hopefully I’m back on my monthly post update :>> also this is probably one of the hardest to write for me. Empire Strikes Back here we gOoOooOo

While Meorti continued to fix the minor problems still present on the Falcon’s outer shell, Leia dragged your group into the main hold with furrowed eyebrows and stern eyes. Her hair was kept in a bun at the top of her head, but two smaller braids hung down from it. She wore a tight grey jumpsuit, a hood stitched into the top with her holster snuggly secured to her waist and upper hip.

You sat on the curved couch, legs thrown over Hans’ lap while picking slowly at the skin around your nails. Han had perched his legs on top of the game console, slowly pressing the tips of his fingers together while looking at Leia with raised eyebrows and thinned lips. Chewie separated you and Han from the others. Luke, who was sitting on the other edge of the couch, a tan jacket zipped up fully while his leg bounced. The two droids, never being apart from one another recently, were talking animatedly to each other. 

In front of Leia was a bright red hologram of a planet. You’d made a whisper to Han about how it looked like a vegetable, but he could only spare a small, tight-lipped smile.

“This is Shu-Torun. It’s one of the primary Imperial resource sites in the whole galaxy,” she gestures to the red planet, “I think we can take it all down.”

Chewie barks out a response, and Luke shuffles in his seat, rolling his shoulders. 

“It’s about time, after everything Queen Trios is responsible for.”

R2 spins his head, a series of whistles and beeps following, “what Artoo?” Threepio asks, “‘I never trusted her?’ this is a little late in the day to disown her, you-”

“This is a strategic attack! This is about hurting Imperial production. This is us seizing an opportunity that Trios didn’t realize she was giving us,” Leia’s glaring at the two droids, sighing as she looks back over the group once more, calming herself. 

You smirk, rubbing your forehead, “and giving some much-needed payback for destroying most of the fleet, right?”

“This isn’t a revenge mission,” she emphasizes, “Or, not just a revenge mission.”

She raises her hands in surrender, rubbing her cheeks before turning back to the hologram, “At Mako-ta, when we sliced her ship’s computer, we gained access to much more than they realized. I have the full plans of Shu-Torun’s infrastructure. It’s a strange, intricate and fascinating system by which they colonized an entire hostile world-”

“Like those weird hill bugs on Kashyyyk,” Han jokes, elbowing your side. 

“But it is also uniquely vulnerable It only takes a little push in the right place, and the whole system will come crashing down.”

“But safely?” Luke says, raising his hand with furrowed eyebrows. Leia doesn’t say anything, and Han slowly pushes your legs off of his lap, leaning to place his elbows on his knees.

“Kid’s got a point,” he smiles back at Leia. “Hey, princess, you haven’t gone full Darth Vader on us, have ya?”    

She just waves her hand, rubbing at her eyes gently, “It’s not that kind of disaster. The population won't be hurt. Its perfect, we just need a handful of the right people.”

Luke stands from his place on the sofa, stretching his arms up to expose a small sliver of his stomach. “Great,” he says, “when can we begin?”

Leia frowns, shaking her head lightly, “No. I said we need the right people, a few more hands, and a couple of specialists.”

“Like who,” Han strains, resting his elbows on his knees. Turning back to the hologram, Leia points, “First, we need a shape-changer.”

Groaning, you let your head fall back, “Oh great.”

Han slaps your knee, pushing himself up from the couch, “what did Tunga say he was going to do next?”

Gralack was one of the outer planets you would rather not go back to if it was your choice. It was dark and most of the alleyways were slimy and the worst creatures lurked in the bars and clubs. 

Being a dark and slimy planet, it was easy to land the Falcon and sneak into the back of a theatre. Since the show was going on, almost nobody was backstage. Crates and large bins of costumes and props littered the area, doors leading into changing rooms. You can faintly hear the show, Han walking closer to the side stage to watch what was going on. 

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” he grumbles, hands placed on his hips. Walking to his side, you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing. 

It was a show about you guys. Humans dressed as Mon Calamari, and the others dressed as your group. You could pick out Tunga, though. Since it looked like Luke was the actor on stage. 

“Oh, Luc Swordswinger!” an actor cries. You can’t help yourself, you let your laughter bubble past as you slap Han’s shoulder, hiding your face in his shirt. Tunga didn’t even have a lightsaber, it was a long light that illuminated a bright blue. 

“Luc Swordswinger?” Han chuckles, watching the show play out. 

You didn’t know where the others were, and when glancing back, you can see Luke and Leia peeking into other, empty, dressing rooms. 

Han suddenly grabs your arm, pushing you towards stacked crates while whisper shouting to the others, waving his hands frantically. 

“Troops are here! Hide!” is all he manages to say. Screams erupted in the main showroom, and background actors rushed to the back and out the only available door outside.

Luke, with furrowed eyebrows and worried eyes, tries to make his way over to you, but Leia grabs his arm to hide behind another stack of crates. You don’t look his way, but you can feel his eyes on you. 

Tunga and the other actors run backstage, hiding behind anything that would conceal their bodies. Tunga, having dropped the visual of your Luke, rushes past and almost falls when sharply turning to hide.

“Everyone down on the floor,” a trooper yells, “you’re under arrest-”

You don't see it, but Leia tries to grab Luke’s arm as he stands, grabbing his saber from his belt and standing in the trooper’s way. Peering around the crate, you can count multiple beginning to the crowd.

“Back off and leave them alone.”

The main trooper, sighing as he relaxes his shoulders, steps closer to him, “C’mon, Tunga. We get it. You’re a famous actor, but you’re not going to intimidate us with a prop.”

Luke’s shoulders tense, and he frowns, igniting his lightsaber and immediately cutting down the group. 

Standing, you grip your blaster and stand by his side, hearing the troopers from outside yelling to each other, “so,” you hum, sideglancing at the blonde, “you couldn’t play along?”

Scoffing, he rolls his shoulders, more troopers coming into view, “you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I would, yeah!” You scoff, shooting a trooper, “it won't kill you to relax for a second!”

He slices through another trooper, pushing him away with his boot, “we were relaxing for a whole month on that maker-forsaken planet, doing absolutely nothing!”

“Luke! (Y/n)! Let's go!” Leia yells, waving the both of you to the hallway that leads outside. Tunga waits for you, a smile on his face, “Your timing is as perfect as always, how did you find me?”

Leia pulls her hood back on, gesturing to the large poster on the wall, “You advertised the show.”

Han was leading the group, reading over the poster with squinted eyes. Lukes's hand pressed lightly to your lower back, and you fight the urge to slap him away.

“Luc Swordswinger? Really?”

Tunga only shrugs, “My agent recommended the name changes for tedious reasons involving contracts.”

“But Ham Nogo?!” Han stands, hand on his hip as he glares at the clawdite. Laughing, you push past Han to read over the name, slapping his back, “oh that's amazing!”

“Names are never my strong suit. And he’s a classically trained actor!” Tunga tries to defend himself, but its heard by deaf ears.

“It’s not like yours is any better,”: Han hisses, elbowing your side, “I mean come on-”

“We don’t have time for this,” Leia yells, grabbing Tunga’s arm to drag him towards the alley, “Tunga, we need your talents.”

Passing by the others, you’re still snickering with Han about the names and even the storyline of the play. While Leia explained a bit of the mission, you continued to tease Han, and he continued to elbow your side and try to defend his honor. 

“To be honest, there are fewer credits in the rebel-hailing entertainment market than I was hoping,” Tunga sighs, “a new role a long way away from here, is most appealing.”

It would've been an understatement to say Chewie didn’t take the news of not being in the play well. He had his fuzzy paws wrapped around Tunga’s throat, lifting him a foot above the ground, shaking him violently. He was yelling, voice animated as he continued to shake the Clawdite. 

“I’m sorry!” He cries, gripping Chewie’s fur, “There were simply too many parts! Someone had to be cut! And you never really felt like a speaking role, I-”

Wincing, you lay back on the couch, briefly covering your eyes when Chewie throws the other to the ground, throwing his hands up to yell more.

Han tries to step in, holding his hands in surrender, “Hey, look on the bright side, Chewie. If I’m Ham Nogo, you don't want to know what he’d have done to you.”

“Yeah, Chewie,” you speak up, smiling at the Wookiee, “mine was horrendous, you wouldn’t wanna be in the play anyways- it would taint your image.”

“Oh, (Y/n)!” Tunga cries from his spot on the floor, “you don’t mean that! My story was crafted with the utmost care and love!”

You wave him off, going back to picking at the skin around your nails, “uh-huh, sure Tunga.”

“So,” Han draws in a breath, “we have our shape-changer. Next stop?”

He drops down into his seat in front of the engineering station, spinning the chair around. Leia rubs her arms, crossing them as she leans against the hull, “normal rebel troops won’t be enough. We need people used to fighting in a hell world.”

Groaning, you let your head fall back, “But that planet is worse than Tatooine!”

Luke falls down onto the couch next to you, far enough away from you, crossing his arms, “so, back to Jedha.”

You hated Jedha more than you hated Tatooine. The planet always seemed to be in a dust storm and paired with constant lightning strikes, it made getting around extremely difficult. Instead of going with Han and Luke to the Temple on the other side of the planet, you went with Leia. 

With your hood up as far as it could go, a cloak covering your chest and draping down your shoulders and back, you stood with your arms crossed, waiting for Benthic to arrive back from dealing with the remnants of the Empire. 

“I hate this planet,” you grumble, squinting your eyes to try and keep the sharp sand out, but it failed. 

She gives you a sympathetic smile, tilting her head, “its only for a while, you’ll survive.”

“Of course, I’ll survive,” you rub the sand from your cheeks, “doesn’t make staying here less terrible.”

Thankfully, Tognath was one of the languages you had learned through your years, working closely with a fellow smuggler for a year or two. It made listening in on Tognath conversations easy, grabbing information about a top-secret job or a product drop-off location.

“I thought we would have seen the last of the great rebel princess and her smuggler counterpart,” Benthic hisses, voice pitched higher and more robotic. You shivered when seeing him again, the insectoid-mammalian mix kind of freaked you out. There was a faint hiss when he breathed, and the metal weapons lined across his back and sides clanged against each other when he shifted. 

“I presume you have more to ask of us.”

Leia pushed her hood off, turning to look him over for a moment, standing beside you closely, “Yes, I need the partisans elsewhere.”

Benthic tilts his head, beady eyes flickering over the others before settling on you for a moment, his breathing slow and steady, and his eyes flicker back to Leia. 

“Our work is not yet finished. The Imperials still defile Jedha.”

More sand billows around, and you scrunch your face to avoid getting it into your eyes and nose.

“From what I understand, the Imperials are making a few last speculative mining missions.”

His hand extends towards her, head tilting, “After what they did to Jedha? So many dead? They can’t have this world.”

Scoffing, you push off your hood, “So its ego, then? Here I thought the partisans were the practical ones, not the romantics.”

Benthic’s hand moves to his belt, sliding a thick knife from one of its holsters, “Insulting us, also not practical.”

Leia’s eyebrows pinch, glaring at him while lightly grabbing your wrist.

“You stay here, and you deny the Emporer trinkets. You come with me, and you deny them the riches of a whole world.”

There's a pause, the knife slowly lowering until he slides it back into its holder, humming as he nods his head. “You make a compelling argument, we will prepare to evacuate.” He glances behind you both for a moment, “where are your other companions?”

Leia sighs, “Luke, had other business here.”

“Han’s joining him.”

Benthic doesn't say anything, only looks between you both before turning to begin evacuation. You finally let your chest settle, shaking out your hands while walking back out of the small camp they made in a ravine. Leia follows closely, her hand brushing yours until you both have to pull your hoods back up, stopping just before the ongoing storm. 

“Trinkets and the whole world, eh?” You ask, glancing at Leia. She sighs, shoulders tensing slightly.

“What else should I have said?” her voice was low, just breaking over the thunder, “I persuaded them, that’s what matters.”

You both continue to wait in silence, occasionally brushing off the sand from your cheeks or from your eyes or lips. You can already feel it embedding under your nails, slipping up under your tunic and pants and into your shoes. 

Finally, you suck in a breath and cross your arms, “I’m sorry about what happened on Hubin,” you clear your throat, shifting your feet, “with Han and everything.”

“I should’ve told you guys about the transmission and the planning, so its my fault too,” she smiles softly, leaning over to bump your shoulder, “I’m also sorry about Luke.”

Your heart pangs, but you brush it off. 

“He was happy with her, she seemed to be happy too.”

“But you weren't happy, were you? Me and Han- whatever we were doing. And they,” she pauses, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, “I’ve never seen you so quiet.”

“I was fine,” you pan, “Luke can be with whoever he wants.”

She steps closer, sighing, “but were you happy?”

You let your silence be the answer. Your throat hurts, your tongue pushing your cheek while looking into the sky to find the Falcon flying closer. You wanted to leave, you wanted to go back to Home One to relax before going to Shu-Torun.

Back on Home One, you sit on top of a crate of supplies waiting to be put into the Falcons storage bays. Meorti continued to work on the outer hull, testing wires and reworking some that didn’t work. 

Luke kicked at a small piece of broken metal, crossing his arms, “I wish Sana didn’t have to make that run to the other side of the rim, but this is a great team. We’ve got nearly everyone we need.”

Leia settles her hands on her hips, “nearly isn’t good enough. We need a slicer. A good slicer.”

“I’m going to pretend to not be offended,” you tease, glaring over at her.

Scoffing, Han slaps your knee lightly, “the last time you tried to slice something, you overheated the entire system ad caused a lockdown.”

“Does anyone have any ideas?” Leia asks, rubbing her forehead.”

“That's always hard,” Meorti cuts in, talking over her shoulder. “At least half of them are criminals, and half the ones left are ex-criminals. I think there was a good one of the geist. People ask me why I got into engineering, and I tell them stories about slicers, they are awful people,” she rants, continuing her work on more wiring. Leia smiles, turning around to face the other woman. 

“Meorti,” she hums, “are you a slicer?”

Meorti shrugs, turning in her spot, “well, I used to be. I kept up with the field and,” she catches herself ranting again, “why do you ask?”

“So, you’re finishing up with the Falcon. Looking for a new assignment?”

“What do you have in mind?”

You almost fall off the crates when jumping off to follow after Leia, who grabbed Meortis's hand and dragged her inside of the ship. You manage to push past the partisans and sit next to Tunga, who was sitting on the curved couch. Han stands beside you, and Luke next to him. 

“This is not what I had in mind,” Meorti groans softly, standing between two partisans.

“Thanks, everyone, for joining us. I’m sorry about the secrecy, but its necessary. The rebellion has had patchy security recently,” Leia says, gathering everyone's attention. 

“Together, we’re going to take down Shu-Torun.”

Benthic moves to stand in front of his group, humming, “hmm. The world of the queen who betrayed the rebellion. “ He reaches back down to grab his knife once more, spinning it in his grip, “The queen with blood on her hands. The queen who must be made an example of,” he moves to stand beside Leia, gesturing to her with the tip of his blade. 

“I see why you came to us partisans.”

Leia is quick to correct him, “No, Benthic. This isn’t about that. Yes, that Trios will be deposed is an advantage. But this isn't about punishment. This is an economic strike. This is showing we’re better than them. And no one who doesn’t deserve it is going to be hurt.”

 You keep trying to tell yourself that the flight to Shu-Torun isn’t hot or unbearable when sitting next to Tunga, across from Benthic and Luke. When the Flacon finally touches down, you’re the first to exit out off the ramp, breathing in the hot, humid, air. Leia and Luke aren’t far behind, Han pulling in the rear as he grumbles under his breath about how hot the planet was.

“How’s anyone supposed to live here?” you ask, “let alone thrive.”

Leia shrugs, pulling up her hood as she stands on the edge of a drop-off. Peeking over the side, you feel weak in the knees at the sheer drop down to the ocean of lava. Up ahead, stood the spike you were supposed to infiltrate and take down. Around it, jagged rocks and lava fall made it seem like an evil lair. Bright orange lightning crackled between the building and the stones, the ground under your feet vibrating lightly. 

The heat and humidity were one thing, but the wind made it all worse. Ash and tiny rocks smacked your cheeks with the wind, your eyes watering. You wondered how the queen found this place appealing, was it perhaps the river of lava? Or the black, molten, rock you were standing on?

“It’s almost incomprehensible,” Leia says, in awe of the building. Ash sticks to her gray suit, and you refrain from reaching out to brush it off. 

“We’re going to take down that, and Shu-Torun with it.”

Kissing your teeth, you narrow your eyes at her, watching her tense shoulders and tight-lipped look. 

“Don’t say you’re getting cold feet already.”

Han grabs your wrist lightly, pulling you back towards the Falcon. Meorti stands by the ramp, squinting to protect her eyes from the wind. 

“It’s not too late to back out and do something less suicidal instead,” Han says, letting go of your wrist as you board the ship once more. 

“Suicidal?!” Meorti squeaks, eyebrows furrowing. Luke shrugs his shoulders, downplaying it all. “It’s not. Han just likes to be dramatic. It's a good plan.” 

You turn your head towards Luke, smirking, “a good plan can be suicidal too, you know.”

He only raises his eyebrows, leaning in close, “I’m trying to lighten the mood-”

“Sometimes, moods don’t need to be lightened.”

He huffs, moving around you to go deeper in the Falcon. Benthic waited by the ramp, leaning against a side wall with one of his blades in hand. 

“Death is a small thing,” he hums, the pads of his fingers lightly touching the metal. Tunga looked star-eyed, almost like he was about to start drooling, “Oh my! All this posturing!”

Leia pushes down her hood once the ramp begins to close, squeezing past you and Han. 

“I thought I was a great actor, but you, my tube-faced friend, are incredible.”

You shake your head, “here we go.”

“The spike runs through the core of the planet. It fuels all the energy shields. They keep an area habitable, then are repositioned when they need to exploit another area, like dams on a water world.” Leia places her hands on her hips, shrugging her tense shoulders as she looks around the main hold. “If we knew exactly which engines to blow up, the energies would tear themselves apart. If we do it right, victory will come with an absolute minimum of casualties. But we’d need the plans to know that.”

Han raises an arm, letting R2 roll forwards, already displaying the inner workings of the spike, “and would you look at that!” he muses, faux surprise lacing his voice, “plans!”

Leia ignores him, standing close to the plans to point out specific parts, “We hit our targets and no more spike. No more spike? No more energy shields. They run on its storage reservoir. One by one its systems fail, with plenty of time to evacuate.”

With her eyebrows scrunched, she turns back and glances over the small crowd of people, “Shu-Torun turns from one of the marvels of the galaxy into a standard mining world.”

“Even I know the spike’s one of the most heavily defended places imaginable.” Tunga crosses his arms, sternly looking at Leia. “The energy shields alone are one thing, but I daresay it has quite the number of aggressive fellows with blaster guns.”

“Oh my,” Threepio sighs, looking down at R2, and then to you, “I was so happy with my limbs all back as well. I knew it couldn’t last long.”

You finally let yourself begin to relax, slowly piecing together what the full plan is and how you’ll make it out alive once more. 

“I won’t lie, it won’t be easy.” You look back up at Leia, already seeing her smiling softly, “We’re not going to be fighting all of them. The problem with Shu-Torun is that it has a top-down system of government and is highly technological. This wonderful infrastructure is controlled from on high-”

Luke can see the confusion written on everyone's faces the more Leia speaks, so he huffs, standing beside her, “You remember at Mako-ta when they locked down all our ships? If we can get access to the master security controls, we can do the same for them. Every single door we don’t want open will be sealed.”

“The path is so obvious, why are we still sitting here?”

Benthic spoke like he was the only one understanding everything Leia was saying. Sometimes, you wanted to smack Benthic, but the multiple holsters of guns and knives stopped you. 

“The controls are in the Imperial retreat. Only Queen Trios can activate them. We have the access codes in the data we stole from her ship, but there's an eye scan.”

“Why does this keep getting more and more intricate?” You grumble, leaning against Han as you rub your eyes. He laughs softly, lightly patting your head, “too many big words for you?”

Slapping his shoulder, you send him a glare, “no, you womp-rat. I just want to get this over with, the more time we waste, the more time is shredded off my life.”

“Surly we can’t just kidnap her? She’s a Queen. People tend to be somewhat protective of their heads of state, in my experience.” Tunga points at himself, “admittedly, my experience is more marital than martial, but I'm sure the point remains-”

“She’s holding a party for the ore dukes tonight,” Leia shouts. “We kidnap an ore duke, impersonate him and use it as an excuse to get close enough to Trios to get a good scan of her eye.”

“So let me get this straight,” Meorti rubs her forehead, “We go right into the heart of her stronghold, at risk of being discovered at any moment, just to get a scan of her eye.”

“Then, before they realize, we go to this other stronghold, get in, and I use all the above to slice their systems and lock down this whole society? And Finally, before they manage to break out, we go and infiltrate the enormous spike system and blow it up according to a bunch of stolen plans?”

“Sounds like a death wish when you put it like that,” you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

Leia chuckles nervously, squinting her eyes slightly, “uh, yes? Though we’ll have two teams. We’ll go to the retreat. Luke, (Y/n), and Benthic will go to the Spike.”

At the mention of your name, you listen back in and catch the very end of what she was saying, your shoulders tensing at the thought of being alone with Luke and Benthic. Han tries to conceal his humor, his shoulder jolting with laughter at the thought.

“Shut up,” you hiss, roughly jabbing your elbow in his side. He yelps lightly but doesn't drop his teasing smile.  

“I see no problem with the plan,” Benthic muses, standing at Meorti’s side, “do you have a problem, engineer?”

Her eyebrows furrow, but she doesn’t step away, “no, I guess. So how are we going to capture an ore duke?” She nods her head over her shoulder, “is it something to do with that speeder in the hold?”

Leia finally smiles, “It does. In fact, we need to be on our way if we want to make the drop on an Ore Duke. Han, Threepio, Tunga, you, and I will be going in the speeder while the rest of you stay back and wait for our signal on the jump to the spike.”

“I can’t just leave the Falcon!” Han whines, standing from the couch while positioning his hands on his hips. He may have been complaining, but he was following the others into the back of the ship towards the speeder. 

“I’ll take good care of her, Han!” You tease, laughing at the glare he tosses over his shoulder. Chewie walks to stand beside you, ruffling your hair to get your attention as the others begin the undocking process. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you hum, following Chewie back into the cockpit, taking a seat in Hans’ chair. It was in better condition than Chewie’s, but the leather was still cracking and worn, faded from the constant brush of his hands and clothes. 

“Are you fit to fly?” Benthic hums from the doorway, hands gripping his belt. You scoff, flicking switches and monitoring the statistics coming from the main drive. 

“I know a lot more than you think, Benthic.”

“I find a lack of enthusiasm in your tone, do you not want to participate in this mission?”

You turn your head, giving him a forced smile. Chewie does the same, your heads almost touching in the middle, “and I find your lack of minding your own business quite disturbing, Benthic. Why don’t you go and study the plans more, eh? “

Not hearing a reply, only the fading sounds of boots, you let your shoulders relax and turn your focus back onto the control panel, making sure the coms were on, and that the deflector shields were working properly. 

When you double-check everything was ready for the departure to the Spike, you lean back in Han’s chair and close your eyes. Chewie was growling and huffing under his breath, and you could slowly piece together some words. You were getting better, but still nowhere near Han when it came to understanding Chewie. 

“Chewie, can you make sure they don't break anything? Han will have my head if he finds so much as a dent,” you mumble, hearing him stand from his chair. He departs but makes sure to ruffle your hair. When you’re alone in the cock pit, you finally let your body slouch into the seat. Watching the large spike across the lava ocean, ash and pebbles hitting the windshield. 

The speeder left a little while ago, and now it was just a waiting game for when they would contact you about any updates. You just hoped they were safe, the last thing you needed was a bloody and bruised Han whining all day. 

“So this is where you’ve been hiding,” Luke muses. He gives a lopsided smile while sitting in Chewie's chair, and you almost jump out of your skin. 

“I don’t think I’d be of use out there, you’re better around others,” you reply, sitting back up. Clearing your throat, you try and look at anything but him. The radar was clear, and so was the surrounding perimeter. 

“That’s not true,” he chuckles, “you’re always saving deals with Han and I can barely haggle down the price of anything.”

You chuckle, remembering the flustered look Luke wore as he continued to try and haggle for the first time. Cheeks red and eyebrows furrowed in frustration. 

“Well,” you tilt your head, “smuggling is different than normal haggling, Blondie.”

  It was nice talking to Luke like this again, it was so easy to tease him. You let your eyebrows relax, and your shoulders relax while in his presence again. If you tried hard enough, you can ignore the thought of the Partisans and Chewie walking in. 

“I haven’t heard that in a while.”

“What, blondie?” 

“Yeah,” he hums, turning his head to smile softly, “I haven’t heard that since before Hubin.”

Just like that, he had to go and remind you of the worst two months you’ve had in a long time. You clear your throat, shift in your seat, and scoff. 

“I just haven’t found a reason to, yeah?” You don't look at him, but you can imagine the hurt look in his eyes. His head turns back to the control panel, and his lips thin as he nods. 

“We have a job to do, and I’d rather not talk about that.”

You thank the Maker when Chewie comes back in, he looks between you both before gesturing for Luke to move from his seat. He sits back down, glancing over the controls before leaning back and closing his eyes. 

It felt like the air had gotten thick and heavy after you and Luke spoke. Your throat hurt from thinking about the secluded planet you were trapped on. Sure, it brought Han and Leia together, but all it did for you and Luke was drive a stake in your tight-knit relationship. You refused to talk about it, scared of tears that might cloud your vision. What would Han think of you after you spill your guts about your feelings towards the Jedi? 

“Chewie?” Leia’s voice cracks over the intercom, “We’re heading to the abyssal rooms, we’ll get Trios’ data, and then get to the castle to slice. Ready?”

You knew that Luke would never leave the cockpit when Leia started talking, he leaned in between you and Chewie, blonde hair almost reaching his lashes. 

“We’re ready when you are.”

“Just make sure none of Benthic’s guys mess with the Flacon and- oh, just look after her,” Han insisted. 

“Don’t worry Han, nothing will happen to your baby,” you joke, smiling lightly. 

The com went silent after that, and you shifted in your seat at the lack of response on his end. Han is either really nervous, or really really nervous about leaving the Falcon with a bunch of Partisans in the main hold. 

When your shoulders finally started to relax, and your head resting against the seat with your eyes closed, you actually almost began to doze off. You blame it on Chewie, his presence is always the best on the Falcon when it comes to these kinds of missions. 

“Luke, (Y/n), we’ve got everything we need for the slice, are you ready to storm the Spike and set the explosives when we take control?” Leia’s voice chimed in over the com. You sit back up, groaning softly as you start up the Falcon once more. The engine rumbles under your feet, and you can hear the hissing of the vents and different systems. 

“Just launching now,” you grip the joystick, rolling your shoulders, “we’ll wait on your signal.”

“Benthic,” Luke stated, turning to look at the spying hunter, who was hunched against the doorway.

“Get the rest of the Partisans ready for deployment, we’ll be going in fast.”

Chuckling, you flip more switches, the Falcon beginning to ascend, “fast doesn't really do my flying justice.”

Chewie barks, the com making jerking noises until Han’s stern voice cuts in once more, “Just take good care of the Falcon. Don’t let any of those fanatics do something dumb with her-” Chewie has to interrupt him to stop him from saying anything else more incriminating with the Partisans, “What do you mean Benthic’s there? Now he’ll- Is he still there?” He didn’t wait for Chewie to respond, “Benthic! I was joking! Joking!”

You steer the Falcon away from the ledge, beginning to speed towards the Spike, “Relax you bantha! The biggest worry for the Falcon? You not getting the shields down in time.”

With the Falcon ready for acceleration, you make sure to settle your heart rate, they would get it done in time. They always do. Staring down the Spike, you can faintly see the glow of its shield, and internally, you note to get yourself a Port In a Storm when this is all over. 

Benthic and Luke sit in the seats behind yours, waiting for the signal. 

“(Y/n), we’ve done it. You can make your run.”

“Understood,” you jerk your head over your shoulder, keeping your eyes ahead, “you guys might wanna hold on.”

You can just imagine Luke’s confusion as you accelerate the Falcon, your body jerking back into your seat. Chewie barks and growls, but you only throw him a smile as the ship continues to gain in speed. 

“At last.” Benthic hums, unfazed, “I want to make it look just like Jedha.”

Laughing sarcastically, you narrow your eyes, “at least wait until we’re off the Spike, yeah? I have no plans on joining the afterlife.”

“Let’s see if Leia’s opened up access,” Luke interjects, leaning in-between you and Chewie. 

As the shield comes closer, you’re internally freaking out. Your palms are slick against the leather joystick, and your knees can’t stop from bouncing.

When you make contact with the light blue wall, it doesn't stop the Falcon, but opens to allow you through. The Spike is gigantic when you’re so close, and you wonder how long it’ll actually take you to rig it up with the explosives. Benthic and Luke both get up from their seats, leaving the cockpit in rushed footsteps as you set the Falcon down gently on one of the small docking bays that clung to the side of the Spike. 

Shutting down the Falcon, you stand from the seat and ensure your blaster is still holstered securely to your side, your few knifes still strapped to your calves and thigh. Chewie waited for you in the doorway, crossbow in hand. Nodding, you follow him out and onto the tarmac. Luke lead the group, saber hilt in hand as R2 followed him closely. The partisans followed Benthic, who was following you and Chewie.

Grumbling, Chewie jogs beside Luke, who chuckles once, “Yeah, its strange. We land on a hostel base, and we expect everything to be exploding and them charging us.”

“The other times they knew we were coming, did they not?” You interject, standing beside Luke as you approach the hanger door. Light purple lights boarder the metal, and Luke ignited his lightsaber, talking softly down at his droid. 

“This time we have control of everything. Artoo? When you’re ready.”

As R2 begins disarming the doors, you grab your blaster, checking the rounds and making sure it was working properly. You can feel Lukes’ eyes on you, and when you look at him, you try not to stare at the way the light blue glow of his saber made his eyes twinkle. 

He licks his lips, looking nervous, “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I’m glad I’m here too,” you smile, raising an eyebrow,” couldn’t let you boys have all the fun, right?”

R2 whistles, cutting Luke off from saying anything else, rolling away from the doors to let Chewie and Luke stand in front. The doors hiss open, and Chewie roars, already charging in at the unexpecting guards. Charging in, you rush to the nearest guard, smashing the hilt of your blaster into their neck, right between the plates of their armor. Her goes down with a yelp, and you shoot his leg to ensure he couldn’t follow. 

It wasn’t long before each guard was down, some groaning and others lying still. Luke stands by the closed inner door, R2 at his side.

“We’re finished here. Secure the prisoners and-”

Benthic doesn’t hesitate when he kills the remaining guards, standing tall over them as he shoots them.

“Benthic!” You shout, glaring at him. He doesn’t look at you, but continues surveying the small tunnel, “You asked the partisans to join you. Do not be surprised when they act like Partisans.”

“And besides, we cannot risk leaving anyone to our rear.”

“You-”

“Just don't push it,” Luke interjects, shaking his head lightly at you, “we have all the advantages here.”

Benthic finally turns around to look at the blonde, and when he does, Luke stands a little taller, “Only we can open doors, we make our way to each of the cores, blow them up and bring the Spike down,” he points to the doors R2 was disarming, “this way!”

Placing a hand on Benthic’s shoulder, Luke tilts his head slightly, “all we have to do is stick together.”

You want to stand next to Chewie, waiting for Luke to join your small group instead of talking to Benthic. 

Luke finally turn back when the doors slide open, standing in-between you and Chewie.

“Chewie, get back to the ship and keep contact with the princess,” he says, giving the Wookiee a soft smile when he begins whining. 

“You’re the only one Han really trusts, Chewie,” you pipe up, shrugging your shoulders. Luke smiles softly, waiting until Chewie walks out, albeit grumbling the whole way, to start walking. 

“You think Han doesn’t trust you?” He asks, glancing back at the Partisans. Shaking your head, you wave your hand, “last time I was left in charge of the Falcon alone, I ditched him on a planet for a few days before coming back with a new paint job.”

The hallway was short when coming up to the first core, the light sound of talking guards on the other side. Your blaster was heavy in your hand, but it was one you were familiar with when shifting it around. With your back pressed up against the wall, you wait for R2 to open the doors. Your blaster wasn’t set to stun, which made it somewhat better to aim for you. 

Benthic was at your side, Luke on the other side of the doorway. The partisan was going over his daggers and blasters, mechanical breathing making your shoulders tense. 

When the doors open, you crouch when rushing into the room. It took a moment for the guards to notice your group, but when they did, shouting commands spread quickly while blaster bolts began raining your way. You throw yourself up against one of the storage tanks, peeking around and taking shots when you can. Once or twice, a bolt whizzed right past your head, almost burning off your hair. 

“Be careful!” Luke shouts, running past you to make his way towards Benthic, who was reloading his blaster. 

“Says you!”

Finally making it to Benthic, breathing heavily as you look between the two, you groan at the glint in the blondes eye. 

“You’re going to rush them, aren’t you?”

“We were waiting for your assistance of cover,” Benthic responds, looking over his shoulder. 

“Ready?”

Luke breathes a chuckle, rolling his shoulders, “not really, Benthic. But that never seems to matter.”

Lending cover fire was easier with a Partisan at your side, he was a great shot, not missing any of his targets as he shoots down the guards closest to Luke. 

Luke, always one to accidentally show off, was spinning his ignited lightsaber as he shot down a guard, jumping over the control panel, and then the last one went down, and it was silent.

“If this is how its going to be for every room, I regret not going with Chewie,” you grumble, holstering your blaster and standing beside R2, who had rolled in casually when there was no more blaster fire.

“Room clear. Set it to explode, Artoo.”

The others were already leaving the room to head to the other core, but you stayed back with Luke and R2.

Whistling, R2 hooks up to the core, his head spinning back and forth. 

Luke scoffs, leaning his weight onto one foot, “that’s right, now! Let’s go!”

When R2 was finished, you all had to run out before you were blown up with the core. Then came the others, with four cores down, you only had one more before the mission from your end was completed. 

“Okay,” Luke said breathlessly, running beside you, “that’s four down, one more to go and we can get back to the Falcon.”

He shifts his head to look at R2, “still no contact?” whistling and beeping in return. 

“They might have their hands full, Luke. Give them time.”

“I wouldn’t expect any,” Benthic chimes, “We’re just too deep. We’re on our own.”

His other men were paused in the final doorway, eyes flickering from you, to Luke, to Benthic. One man lowered his gaze when you narrowed your eyes, and a thick feeling began to bubble in your chest. 

“Then let’s make this quick and get back!”

Much like the other rooms, the guards weren’t aware of your presence, being overtaken in little to no time. Just to be sure, you kicked away their blasters, tapping their helmets with the tip of your shoe while wincing.

“Room secure!” You call back, hearing R2 chime before entering the room. Turning, you go to the doorway, ready to make your escape back to the safety of the Falcon. Benthic stood by the main control panel, his rifle still in hand. 

“Last charge to set, then out.” Luke pointed over his shoulder, “Artoo? Get to work.”

“And i thought Han was mean to droids,” you lean against the doorway, tilting your head at the blonde who only shrugs his shoulders. 

“If you could understand him, you would be a little mean too.”

“I’m good, gives me a reason to not listen too much.”

You can see the beginning of a smile, but it falls when the core begins to brighten. The once quiet humming grew louder, the machine seeming to work overtime.

“Benthic? We’re supposed to blow it up,” you holler, pushing away from the door frame. Luke fully turns, his hand gripping his blaster as he strides towards the group, “what are you doing?”

“It is none of your concern.”

Luke scoffs, “It is. Artoo, stop. No more.”

“You have fought alongside the Partisans. You know what we are.”

You can see the other’s stepping closer to Benthic, and it makes you step closer to Luke. Tensions were rising, and you were cautious when taking a breath.

“We do not hurt our enemies when we can kill them. If we do this, we won’t just hurt the Imperial bookkeepers’ ledgers. We can tear this world apart. We can make it Jedha’s twin.” His laugh is mechanical, “Just, is it not?”

“No. it’s not just. Its not fair.”

Benthic sighs, raising a finger, “we disagree.”

The other Partisans raise their blasters, some pointed at you, others at Luke. You knew that you couldn’t go against them, so you raised your hands, mirroring Luke. 

“I see,” he tsk’s. Face relaxed as he raises his hands in surrender. He glances at you, eyes soft, before looking down at R2. 

“Artoo. I guess we have no other choice, right?”

You almost laugh, you’ve had enough of these two. He was beginning to sound like Han, always having a trick up his sleeve to get out of a tight spot. 

With a trill, R2 opens six canisters and begins dispensing thick white smoke. It spreads immediately, and Luke grabs your hand while diving out of the line of fire. He doesn’t let go of your hand when you’re racing down the halls, dodging blaster fire with R2 on your trail. 

“They’ve gone crazy,” you say, ducking your head when a bullet flies over your head. Luke huffs, turning sharply down a different hallway. 

“You’re telling me?!”

“I knew this was a bad idea! Nobody listens to me!”

“Now’s not the time for this!” Luke frowns, “there has to be a way to stop them.”

“If they’re on such a schedule, why don't we give them every second we can.”

“Good idea,” Luke breathes, smirking lightly as he holsters his blaster and unsheathes his saber, igniting the blue blade. When you get through one of the blast doors, he all but throws you in while slicing the control panel, the large doors closing with a crash behind you. 

“This will slow them down.”

“For now,” you grumble, trying to catch your breath. “I didn’t come here to fight Rebels, Artoo, but we only came here to destroy this machine, not the whole planet!” He looks down at his droid, saber clutched in his hand while he runs a hand through his hair, “but if we keep you out of Benthic’s hands, they can’t blow up the whole world.”

The metal door jolts, multiple pairs of feet underneath. “Well, slow down isn’t stop.”

Luke steps towards you, grabbing your hand to drag you closer to R2, “you two hide, I’ll lead them away-”

“What? Hide? Are you crazy?”

“You have to stay safe!”

“And so do you! Artoo can hide, I’m coming with you.”

R2 whistles as he rolls into a small opening within the wall, and the door begins rising with a groan. Luke glares, grumbling under his breath, but doesn’t stop you from following after him as he runs down the hallway. 

“After them!”

You took not one, but two turns before you came to a dead end. The partisans were on your tail, and there was no where else for you to go. Turning, you aim your blaster, but that wouldn’t last the long. And Luke had his saber, but you were heavily out numbered. 

“No way through,” Luke grumbled, stepping closer. 

“So, it will be this. Slicing down fellow Rebels in a fight you can’t win? What are you, Luke?”

“What are you, Benthic? Capturing us doesn’t make a difference anyway, you need Artoo.”

“Bring them.”

The core was no longer overheating, back to its original color now that R2 wasn’t controlling it. The room still had the fallen guards, weapons still kicked away. The barrel of a blaster was digging into your back, and you tried not to turn around and snatch the blaster away. 

“Broadcast me.”

Benthic steps off to the side, resting his hands on his hips. You’re forced towards the core, standing beside Luke.

“Yes, Benthic, channel open.”

“Droid! You can hear this. You come here, or we kill your master.”

“He’s not going to listen to you,” you comment, Benthic only moves his head slightly in your direction. 

“He’s a stubborn little thing, doesn’t listen at all-”

There he was., the little droid, stubborn R2-D2 unit that made your life a living hell when accompanied by Threepio. He was rolling into the room, quickly, on his own mission to save Luke. 

“Seems you’re wrong, smuggler. Overload the system, droid.”

Luke is just as surprised as you, “No! My life doesn’t matter compared to this! I order you-” but he’s already rolling past, not even acknowledging him. Luke walking along side him, but gets stopped by a Partisan. This time, he sounds desperate, “please, Artoo- you don’t have to do this, you-”

R2 hooks back up to the core, the machine beginning to overheat slowly. 

“Benthic! Stop! You’re going to kill everyone on this planet!”

Luke was right. If the core was overheated, it would drive the planet down the middle. Effectively destroying anything and everyone on its surface. 

“Yes. Including us. Anything to ensure this Hellish planet dies.”

“You’re insane!” You yell, ready to charge at him, but another grabs your arm. You try to push back, but you feel the barrel digging into your back again. 

“Set perimeter, they’ll come now. We must be willing to defend the dream. And tie those two up. They’re proving a distraction.”

The barrel is removed from your back, and you refrain from struggling too much as they wrap a cord around your wrists and elbows, connecting that to your waist so there was no way to move your arms. 

As the core continued overheating, it began lighting up with electricity. Large bolts crawled up the side as the core ran to its limit. Stormtroopers began to flood into the room, and for once you were hoping they would be able to aim and take down the Partisans. Maybe they would set you free in time to escape the meltdown. But it was unlikely. 

“I’d never thought I’d be hoping stormtroopers would beat the rebels,” Luke says softly, watching the onslaught from beside you. Chuckling, you let your head fall back against the control panel, “I never thought I would die next to a stubborn droid and a blonde Jedi-in-training.”

“We’re not going to die here.”

“Face the facts Luke, Benthic isn’t going to crack under our pressure, he barely trusts you, let alone a smuggler like me.”

For once, you were envious of Luke’s determination at making it out of dire situations.

“Just let me think-”

“At least you got to kiss a pretty lady before you die, I never got that-”

“Stop talking like that!” he hisses, narrowing his eyes. With pink cheeks, he shakes his head, “I’m not going to let either of us die here.”

“If you say so, blondie.”

“Benthic! You can’t do this-”

Towering over the pair of you, Benthic watches the core struggle to keep going, “Nothing can stop us now.”

“Benthic!” you hear from the entrance, “What are you-”

You almost smile when you see Leia and Han, but they’re rained on with blaster fire, disappearing around the door. There's a brief pause, Benthic waiting patiently until Leia reappears, her arms raised high in surrender. 

“Benthic, please- just listen to me.”

She inches forwards, the Partisans all aiming their blasters at her and she walks closer to Benthic, who meets her somewhat in the middle. 

“Princess,” his voice is almost cocky, “this is logical. Alderaan and Jedha, sisters in pain, the Shu-Torun are all complicit. Their death will warn others what will happen to them is they follow the Empires path.”

Leia lowers her hands, eyebrow knit tightly together, “I’ve heard that plan before. Planetary annihilation to keep dissenters in line, Tarkin and his Death Star.”

“The dream of overthrowing them. They’ve taken everything from us.”

By now they were standing close, talking like two friends debating which cantina is better. 

“They haven’t. If you do this,” she gestures to the core, “then they take everything. If you do this, even if we win, they win. Because they’re them. Yes, Shu-Torun dies if you do this- but your dream dies too.”

The others seemed to freeze, the only sound filtering around was the buzzing of the core, and the snapping of lightning from the excess power. 

“Return to the Princess’ plan, release the prisoners,” Benthic said sternly, his voice barely heard from where you and Luke were sitting, “let us leave this place of errors behind.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, you let the Partisans untie you before helping them untie Luke, pulling him from the ground and rushing out of the room. Han grabbed your hand, glaring at you as he led the group, “I can’t leave you alone at all, can I?”

“Clearly not, everything goes wrong without you.”

You dont throw yourself in Chewie’s arms when you see him, he was waiting in the cockpit for everyone to return, the Falcon already ready for take-off. 

Han all but throws himself into his seat, Luke and Leia taking their’s behind the two. You wee left to stand, but you didn’t mind. You liked to be inbetween Han and Chewie, gripping onto the backs of their chairs, you bend down onto one knee. The cockpit door slid shut, Threepio talking to R2 as the Falcon quickly starts to ascend. 

“Where’s Tunga?” You ask, looking around for the small green shapechanger that you’ve grown fond of. Han shakes his head, telling you what you needed to know. You just hope he went out in a blaze of glory, he was dramatic like that, he would want everyone to remember him.

You dont know when the Empire arried, but there was already multiple Tie’s after you, shooting down from above.

The radar began beeping erratically, and when you bend down to read it, you whistle. Han shifts his gaze to look as well, and he scoffs lightly. 

“So they’ve got an orbital blockade and a sky full of ties, and we’ve got no chance of blasting our way out. Two options for you, Princess.”

You groan, already hating where this was going. 

“Do we surrender, or do I try something extreme?”

“No surrender!” Luke interjects, leaning over the arm of his chair to see out the front, Leia nodding lightly, “and they’d kill us anyways.”

Smirking, Han grips onto the joystick, “Well, if you put it like that-”

“Han, please,” you plead, gripping onto the seats like that was going to help you. Han was reckless when given the option. 

He pulls on the joystick, the Falcon spinning up and around the Ties, the force makes you yelp, the force pushing you back. Luke and Leia both grab your arms to stop you from flying into the cockpit door, stifling their laughter at your constant cursing. 

“Han?” Leia calls, almost falling out of her seat to hold onto you, “where are we going?”

“Han! I’m going to kill you!” You yell. The Falcon heading straight back towards the collapsing Spike.

“You’re flying us into the remains of the Spike?!”

Han shrugs, furrowing his eyebrows, “you got it. It went right through Shu-Torun, that tunnel is still collapsing. Maybe we can make it to the other side. Maybe.”

While flying into the Spike, he levels out the Falcon, allowing you to sit on the floor without fear of lying into the wall. The Tie’s find nothing wrong with this, following right after the Falcon. Out the front, you can see the fiery inside of the planet, which was collapsing quickly. Multiple small lights on the control panel began to blink, a high pitched alarm sounding.

“Keep the shields up!’ Han calls.

“I am!” Meorti’s voice is stern when sounding through the com, her breathing heavy as the alarms sounded around her as well, “But shields aren’t meant to hold against the temperature of a planet core! We’ve got seconds!”

Pushing yourself up from the floor, you kneel in-between the two pilots and scan the radar, the Tie’s were exploding from the temperature, but not before trying to shoot you down.

“How long do we have? Can we make it?” You ask, looking at Han. 

“I already told you,” he hisses, the exit coming closer, “Maybe!” 

Right as you fly out, the entire Spike collapses, an explosion of fire and lava following you out into space. You can finally breathe a sigh of relief, sinking down onto the floor as Han jumps into hyperspace. Leia and Luke both cheer, leaning over the small space to hug each other.

“I’m never doing anything with you guys again.”

“So, same time next rotation?” Han jokes, standing from his seat and stretching. 

“Great flying, Han. that was incredible.”

From the back of the cockpit, you can hear R2 and Threepio, “Really, Artoo? I never thought you’d be a mystic.”

Luke turns in his seat, raising an eyebrow, “what did he say? He made the same noises earlier. 

“‘Trust the Force’, master Luke. ‘Trust the Force’”

Back in the main hold, Benthic waited with the other Partisans, still holding their weapons. 

“What do we do with this ship full of traitors?” Luke asks, tilting his head while crossing his arms. 

“Be careful, boy,” Benthic hisses, “We still outnumber you.”

“We drop them off. Benthic and his troops go back to their fight, whatever that means now, and we all learn from this,” Leia answers, stepping closer to Han, who raises his eyebrow, “where you going? Back to Jedha?”

Benthic looks down, shaking his head lightly, “Not Jedha. Somewhere else, something else for the Partisans.”

This leads you to stop by Salobea, a forested planet covered in thick fog and disgusting humidity that made your tunic stick to your body right as you stepped off the Falcon to say your final goodbyes. Luke stood by your side while Leia and Han talked to Benthic, the blonde shifting his weight on his feet before finally turning to you.

“Did you mean it? What you say when we were tied up?”

You raise an eyebrow, “what? That you got to kiss a pretty girl? And I didn't?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, scratching his head as he looks back to the others. 

“I did, Tula was a keeper, and you seemed happy with her,” you can feel your chest squeeze, your stomach turning.

“Well,” Luke hums, keeping his voice down as Leia begins her walk back to the Falcon, Han on her trail, “I would’ve rather been with someone else.”

Freezing, you turn to look at him, but he’s already smiling at Leia. 

You should’ve known, the signs were all there and still, you were naïve. 

Piling back into the Falcon, you sit in your usual seat in the cockpit and close your eyes, trying to find rest while you made your way bank to Home One, then you can finally get your hands on a drink. 

“She’s so beautiful. I never thought I’d see her again,” Meorti sighs, standing between you and Leia as the Falcon begins docking. 

“Do you didn’t get a taste for being out there?” Luke asks, placing a hand onto her shoulder. 

She scoffs, shaking her head, “No! Give me a reactor about to go critical any day. I can handle being in a nice big ship being shot at, but don't shoot me directly! And I keep on thinking, poor Tunga!”

When the Falcon docks, you all stride off and greet the docking crew, who begin refueling and checking the Falcon for anything major, and Han shoo’s them away. 

“Don’t worry master Meorti. I’m sure he’s in a better place,” Threepio comforts, but she's already striding away, “that makes two of us. It’s been interesting-” she’s out of ear shot before she finishes talking. You stretch your arms, leaning against the Falcons landing ramp pistons, groaning. 

“Thanks again for the repairs!” Threepio calls, “they were splendid! They- oh. She’s gone.”

R2 trills, Threepio turning back to nod down at him, “yes, Artoo, she is walking very fast.”

Placing his hands on his hips, Han walks closer to Leia, “so, princess. What next for your people?”

“Mon Mothma has requested us fro a job. A little recon.”

Groaning, you push away from the landing gear and furrow your eyebrows, looking over her shoulder at the tablet she was holding, different requests and data blinking on the screen. 

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Jan Dodonna was always planning for the future,” she says, smiling at you, “he had preliminary scans for possible new rebel bases.”

“Gimme a look at that,” Han grumbled, snatching the tablet from her, and scrolling down the list.

“Atanu, Jabone IV, Lonania Prime, Hoth, Mupin XII?” He scoffs, handing the tablet back to her, “Mupin XII? Really? Did he make that one up? What are these places?”

Luke smirks, throwing an arm around Leia’s shoulder, “one of them? It’s our new home.”

“Can I at least get something to drink first?” you say, rubbing your eyes as han throws an arm around your shoulder, shaking you lightly.

“Where we’re going to be going, you won't need a drink!”

“With you guys? I always need a drink.”

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physical compatibility | marc spector x reader

marc spector x gn!afab!reader

word count: 1,110

kintober: day 13 - dry humping

warnings: NSFW 18+, dry humping, aftermath of a fight, talk about killing bad guys, size kink(?), competence kink, fighting kink, quickie, semi-public sex, autistic!reader, autistic!marc

a/n: taking from @the-purity-pen kinktober list. this was one of the first fics I wrote actually. though it was. just the smut part without the set up. also the title is the name of the track in pacrim with mako and raleigh and their little spar sesh

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The aftermath of a particularly ruthless fight is something else; it always leaves a buzz in your bones that never quite dissipates the way you think it should, at the end of a fight, when you catch your breath. You think maybe, somewhere in your brain, the desperate, intense fight for your life scratches a similar itch as fucking. 

That's just your own, private theory though, and wouldn't wouldn't verbalize it at gunpoint.

Still, when you drop your hands to your sides, shaking out your fists, panting to catch you breath, Marc is in a similar state, and he lets his hood and cowl retract so he can turn and look at you.

"Okay?" he asks, his own chest heaving as he catches his breath. You hate how your mind overlays this Marc with the one from a few nights ago, flopped on the bed next to you, naked and panting and asking okay? before cuddling you close. You can't help craving him, like a swimmer craves oxygen. You want him even more with the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

You clear your throat and nod.

"Yeah, fine." Wired as fuck. You try not to think about how he looked fighting, how deftly he handled two, three goons at once. Tried to not think about the zip of lightning between your legs even as you tackled one of them to the ground and snapped their neck. "You?"

Marc nods and steps closer, stepping over the bodies left in his wake.

"Yeah," he says. He makes a gesture towards his cheat. "Just- buzzed. Adrenaline."

You make a throaty sound and meet him in the middle of the carnage you both had left behind.  You know what he wants, can see it in his eyes. You don't touch at first, when you meet in the middle; you think if you touched him right away, you would fall to pieces and you're already wanting more than you'd like to admit. Instead you catch, circle, meteors or stars or some other lofty metaphor people used when they were enamored. 

"Got any ideas for fixing that?" you quip, eyelids drooping, and you don't miss the way Marc's expression matches yours, his gaze dipping to your mouth.

"I have a few," he says.

Marc has you against the wall before you can blink, hoisting you by your thighs and digging his hips into yours with a grunt, and God he's right there, cock thick and warm already, and if it weren't for the suit, for your clothes, for the open rooftop, for the bodies, you know that Marc would slide his cock into your shockingly slick cunt and fuck you with the same devastating thrusts as he does now. You hate it because you're clenching around nothing and you ache and the layers between you make everything both muffled and heightened in the worst ways at the same time.

God, his strength, how he moves - it never fails to have you gasping soon, too soon, embarrassingly soon, only Marc doesn't care - Marc likes it - so why should you care? He js devastatingly competent when he fought - when he fucked. Marc knows his body well, knows its strengths and limits and the conditions it works best under, one of those conditions being you.

He has you falling apart in his hands, on his mouth, his cock, faster and more efficiently every time he gets his hands on you. (When he wants to be fast and efficient, anyway.)

Marc grunts and adjusts his grip and gives a particularly harsh thrust, and you moan, and clutch his shoulders, and drop your head back against the wall because you can't, you can't, he's too much, too good to you. You try to focus on the building pressure between your thighs but this close you can feel Marc's chest as he heaves for breath and you can feel the rumble of it when he growls, deep in his throat. It makes it all worse and better.

And then his hand shifts from your thigh to your collarbones, and slides up your neck, and the dry rasp of his gloved hand has no business feeling that good, and even worse - he closes his fingers around your chin and grunts,

"Look at me."

You hadn't realized you'd closed your eyes. Peeling your eyes open, Marc is close enough to kiss and his face in tensed in the same focused snarl he has when he fights as ruthlessly as he fucks. Your chest heaves and your mouth drops open and you can't even moan because there's no breath left in your lungs, and despite this being his idea, Marc's face does something funny and he growls again, deep in his chest, and drops his head.

You want him in you - you want it so bad you almost open your mouth to ask for it, but Marc adjusts his grip on your chin and lifts his head and slides his mouth and tongue against yours, swallows down your every gasp, making you feel fucked in every direction. He pulls away after a long moment, presses his forehead into your shoulder and bucks his hips against your aching clit. You clench around nothing and moan and moan again. Marc makes a choked sound and you don't know what it means and then he does it again and you realize he's speaking. 

"C'mon," he grunts, and just like that you're right there, almost sobbing with it.

"Please, please, please-" 

Marc cuts you off with a growl and digs his hips into yours and presses and doesn't stop - and just like that you're clenching around nothing and shoving your hips back into his and choking on your own moan.

Beneath your arms, you feel his shoulders shake and his breath stutter, and he moans into your skin when he finally comes. It is spectacular and earth-shattering. It's enough that when the pair of you sink back to earth, the adrenaline drains out of you in time with your panting breaths. 

Marc nuzzles your cheek.

"Better?" he asks, and you can hear the smugness, feel the tease in his smile. 

Your groan, roll your eyes, drop your feet back to the concrete. 

"I dunno," your muse, airy, twining your arms around his neck, carding your fingers through his hair. "Maybe by the time we get home, you'll be recovered enough to fuck me properly."

Marc's gaze goes dark and you feel something in you call out danger, even as you feel something hot curling between your legs. 

"Oh, you want more, huh? Be careful what you ask for, sweetheart."

There's no way you can get back home fast enough.

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keep thinking about how the response the lok subreddit has to wuko is basically: 

1. they say wu is terrible. which i can understand not liking the character especially in the first part of s4. he does have some growth by the end of the season though and mako is a significant part of that development. mako is the catalyst for wu to start pulling his head out of the sand. 

2. they say mako hates wu. mako also clearly doesn’t hate him he’s annoyed and exasperated by wu’s lack of awareness about pretty much everything in the beginning but he clearly doesn’t hate him. mako’s also projecting a lot of his frustration about korra and his job onto wu.

mako also definitely has softened by the end of the season and is even dare i say impressed by wu stepping up during the evacuation and than in proposing abdication to implement a more democratic system. 

in the comics they are even pretty friendly and framed together frequently especially in comparison to the established couples. 

(two dudes chilling in an airship five feet apart cause they’re not gay. just guys being dudes. is it gay if you want to get smoothies with your bro and have him catch you when you swoon?)

3. people argue that mako is straight. is he tho? is. he. tho. mako’s repression has it’s own zip code but it’s not proof he’s straight. (let the bi’s have legend of korra). 

but reddit is in general hostile to most things like critical thinking, good takes, and fun. but there’s also a general sense of homophobia from a lot of comments and it makes me sad. 

#my blog #wuko #mako #wu #lok #mako makes more sense to me as a repressed queer man but that's just me