#⋞ curious happenings ⊳ dash comms ⋟

[constellaris-a]

   He’s just going to chuckle to himself,  watching over the shenanigans.  Seeing Cyno in pink is ...  Amusing .

[frcsthearted]

   Well she’ll just keep the chocolates she made all to herself then.  She’s sulking.

[vodika-vibes]

Hello! I have returned! My heart belongs to Prudii!

Can I request a Prudii x female reader with either him confessing with a dash of smut or him holding his newborn child for the first time!

Thank you ahead of time!

-G

My Heart Is Yours

Summary: You and Prudii have been friends for, what feels like, years. You can’t imagine your life without him in it. You’re a woman in love, and it’s okay if he doesn’t feel the same way, your friendship is too important.

Pairing: Prudii Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1554

Warnings: Some spice near the end

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Hihi! I love writing Prudii and, as it happens, I already have a Prudii fic where he meets and holds his child for the first time. It's called First Meeting, and I'm more than happy to let you have the link! Anyway, I tried to make this smutty, but for some reason, it felt awkwardly placed in the story.

“Well now, look who it is,” You look up from where you’re stretched out on a bench in front of the building where Prudii works when he’s not deployed, and you favor the man with a bright smile, “Of all of the military bases in all of the world—” He teases as he drops onto the bench next to you.

“Welcome back,” You lean forward to look him in the face, “Kal shot me a message saying that you guys got back early.”

Prudii tilts his head, curious, “You gossip with my buir, sunshine?”

“Well, he does have the best gossip,” You counter with a grin, though it falters slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“He said that you were shot—” You offer hesitantly.

Prudii closes his eyes for a moment, “And that’s why I don’t want him gossipping with you,” He mutters, “I was grazed, sunshine. Didn’t even leave a scar.”

You twist your lips, “...you’re sure?”

“Absolutely positive.”

Your anxiety fades at his comment, and you lean back on the bench as your smile returns. “Well, good. I’m glad you’re not hurt.”

Prudii turns on the bench to look at you, “How long have you been waiting here?”

“Oh…not long,” You lie.

“So if I check the security cameras, I’ll only see you waiting for, what? 15 minutes? 20?”

“Well, a little longer than that?”

“Sunshine, how long have you been waiting?”

“Just…a couple of hours.”

He leans back, sighing, “How many is a couple?”

“Well, mathematically speaking, it’s two.”

“Uh-huh, have you been waiting for me for two hours?”

“I wasn’t really keeping track,” You lie again, “It’s a nice day, and I had a new book to read.”

“Uh-huh,” Quickly, Prudii reaches into your purse and pulls out your comm. You pout at him as he unlocks it, goes to your messages, and opens the message from Kal, “Sunshine, buir told you about my injury six hours ago, you haven’t been sitting here for six hours, have you?”

“...no.”

“Oh, sweetheart.”

“Don’t you ‘oh, sweetheart’ me, Prudii Skirata! I was worried!”

He points at you with your comm, “No more messaging my buir.”

“I’ll message who I like, thank you. You’re not my mother.” He opens his mouth to say something, but you continue before he can interrupt you, “Anyway! I have a stew in the crockpot if you want to come over for dinner?”

Prudii narrows his eyes at you, then he drops your comm back into your purse, “I like the idea of that, but this conversation isn’t over.”

“Yeah, it is,”

“Ah, sunshine. I’m just as stubborn as you are,” He smoothly gets to his feet and offers you his hand. You take his hand without a second thought, and then laugh as he tugs you against his side and drapes his arm over your shoulders, “Anyway, how have you been? Last time I talked to you, you said that you were having some problems with one of your coworkers?”

You grab your purse and sling it over your shoulder, before allowing him to guide you down the street, easy conversation flowing between you. Honestly, you don’t know what you’d do without him in your life.

As luck would have it, your apartment is only twenty minutes away from the base where Prudii lives. And the walk is only that long because you tend to stroll, rather than speed-walk.

Eventually, you reach your apartment door, and Prudii drops his arm to his side as you key in the door code. He follows you into your apartment, stopping just inside the door to remove his armor, while you kick your boots into the closet.

The house smells amazing, the scent of the stew fills your home, and Prudii lets out a hum of delight as he inhales deeply, “Smells amazing.”

“I’m glad,” You counter with a bright smile, “It’s been cooking since early this morning, hopefully it’ll be nice and tender when it’s finished in a few hours.”

“Hours, huh?”

“What, don’t want to spend time with me?”

He chuckles, “If I knew that we were going to have hours, I would have brought some movies.”

“I have movies,” You remind him as you gesture to your holo, “A bunch of them.”

“I know, I know.” He heads into the living room, with you on his heels. “I’m sure we can find something to watch.”

You don’t answer him, in fact, you’re not even really listening. Instead, you’re watching him with your hands pressed over your chest, and you’re anxiously biting your lower lips.

“Sunshine?” Prudii walks over to you and places his hands on your shoulders, “What’s wrong?”

“...are you sure you’re okay?”

A look of surprise slides across his face, then it changes into something soft, and he moves his hands to lightly cup your face, “I promise.”

You lean your head into his touch, “When Kal said that you were shot, I thought…I thought that—” You trail off, unable to finish your thought.

“Hey,” Prudii tilts your head slightly so that you’re looking him in the eye, “There is nothing that will keep me from coming back to you, okay? Especially not something as insignificant as a blaster round.”

You frown at him, “They’re not insignificant, Prudii.”

“Here, see for yourself,” He releases you, takes a step back, and smoothly peels the top of his blacks off.

You can’t help but drop your gaze to his chest.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes when you see the scars crossing his chest, “Oh, Prudii—” Your gaze lingers on a starburst-looking scar on his lower stomach. Without thinking, you reach out and your fingers brush against the scar.

And then, several things happen at the same time.

The muscles in Prudii’s stomach jump at your touch, he inhales sharply, and you jerk your hand away from him as if burned, an apology already on the tip of your tongue. But before the first syllable passes your lips, he catches your lips with his own and pulls your hands to rest against his chest, encouraging you to touch him.

Quickly, very quickly, the kiss goes from, almost, innocent to something very heated. Your hands slide across his chest, absently tracing muscles, and then over his shoulders so you’re able to wrap your arms tightly around his neck.

Prudii’s hands settle low on your hips, low enough to be considered improper, but they don’t stay there. One of his hands drifts down to roughly grope your ass, squeezing and massaging you through the thin material of your leggings, while the other hand slides under the hem of your shirt and drifts up under he’s tracing the lace material of your bra.

You break the kiss, gasping for air, but Prudii quickly dives back in, his teeth catching your lower lip.

“Pru—” You’re not even able to finish saying his name before he pulls a ragged moan from your lips as he tugs the cups of your bra down and his rough fingers find your nipples, pinching and rolling them with surprising skill. “Kriff, Prudii—” You gasp, your back arching slightly.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” He mumbles as his lips move from yours, to drag down your throat, “Wanted you?”

One of your hands moves to tangle in his hair, “T-tell me,” You gasp out.

“Your birthday,” He pulls away long enough to rip your shirt off, and properly removes your bra, before his lips find purchase against your throat again, “You were wearing that short skirt and the tight crop top,” Prudii mumbles before biting down on your neck, “Wanted to bend you over right there.”

“That long?” You whine as his lips move to a different spot on your neck, and he bites down again.

“That long,” He agrees, dragging his lips to your collar and leaving another mark on the thin skin there, “I’ve loved you since the day you offered to share your name day with me,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Prudii’s lips catch yours again, and he ducks slightly to hook his arms under your thighs, lifting you, “Hook your legs—”

He doesn’t have to finish his instruction, as you immediately wrap your legs around him and roll your hips against the obvious erection pressed, deliciously, against you.

Prudii groans, “oh, good girl.”

You shiver at his words, pleasure shooting through you, “You love me?” You managed to maintain enough of your thought process to ask that, important, question.

“So much. More than anything.” Prudii murmurs as he grinds you against him. “Need you, sunshine. Let me have you,”

You bury your hands in his curls, “You have me.” You whisper against his ear, “Always, forever.”

Prudii pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath before he pulls you into a deep kiss. You eagerly kiss him back as he carries you through your home, and nudges open the bedroom door.

“Changed my mind,” He mumbles, as he kicks the door shut behind him, “If it leads to this, you can talk to my buir as much as you like.”

A startled laugh falls from you, a laugh that turns into a gasping moan as he pins you under him on the bed and roughly bites down on your shoulder. 

And you can’t help but think that this is a perfect homecoming.

[psychic-glitch]

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Mors's permanent pokemon

A list of Mors's permanent pokemon

Mara (Froslass) lvl 80, Female, Impish, Somewhat vain

Mors's partner, Mara has been by Mors's side for longer than either can remember. Dating Tadeo's florges>

Vanth (Sensu oricorio) lvl 68, Female, Sassy, Mischievous

<here she is, the infamed oricorio that summoned spirits in lavender town. All because she didn't get the same amount of treats as usual>

Thanatos (Spiritomb) lvl 68, Male, Timid, Likes to relax

Hades (Chandelure) lvl 49, Male, Bold, Impetuous and silly

<this little guy helped get Mors on live television>

Lethe (Domestic Hisuian Zoroark) Lvl 39, Female, Calm, Highly curious

Phlegethon (Hisuian Typlosion) lvl 36, Male, Docile, Often lost in thought

Indra (Marshadow) lvl 35, ???, Brave, Alert to sounds

Lemures (Hisuian Zoroark) lvl 34, Male, Serious, Strongly defiant

Brutus (Hydriegon) lvl 65, male, Bold, Likes to fight

Cupid (mimikyu) lvl 40, male, Gentle, very finicky

About Mors

indented info is private to those outside of team rocket

indented and italic info is private to everyone but the other executives and Giovanni,

somethings are now known to people like Sidon, Nox and Flare

5'1 and 114lbs, mid 20s

He/it pronouns

Glitch, psychic (its mild) , and a ghost type user. Marshadow's chosen.

his ace Pokemon is a genetically altered Froslass made by the same people who made him, who is named Mara. Has ghost types from all over the world from his adventures as a rocket executive.

His hands were burned by his hisuian cyndaquil and bitten by the hisuian zorua which caused a bit of frostbite

Informally adopted by Giovanni

Adoptive Older brother to Sidon and Flare

Adoptive father to @cooper-magnolia and his sisters

He has a scar on his face from getting hit by an Arcanine’s flamethrower, it’s why he wears a mask.

Team rocket is all he’s ever known, having been taken in by them at the age of 8 after being found in a rainstorm with a Snorunt by his side. he was kicked out of the foster home he was in, as they feared him for the psychic powers he could use when he lashed out.

Giovanni took him in and informally adopted him. Returned to his position as an executive, after everything that has happened, he wants to distract himself with work. he’s very loyal to team rocket, for they are his family.

he has no biological family, but he was created by two scientists that had lost their child. Had they not died, he would've lived a happy life with a good family

Mors doesn’t have a last name, but since he has to have one on paperwork he likes the sound of ‘Mors Setsu'

his first name was from the project he was created by, how he knew it from the beginning is still a mystery

Mors loses control of his psychic powers even now, especially when he feels extreme emotions.

because of his lack of real human interactions he’s developed Alexithymia (when a person has difficulty experiencing, identifying, and expressing emotions.)

when he loses control things around him start to float and he starts to glitch out.

Tadeo(Side blog) is his bodyguard and boyfriend @orionadventure and William (Friend's characters) are also his boyfriends

his froslass is in a relationship with Tadeo's florges.

Mors’s Froslass is very important to him, as Mara was made with him

[titanicfreija]

The Database

Thomas tried to help Sunny triangulate but she was somehow calculating all three at once and the pins kept moving in the navigation screens until he finally gave up on helping. 

The Ghost led them back to Earth's surface in a matter of minutes, landing them in a grass field that stretched further than either of them could see, to finish locating the missing base. 

Guardians and Ghosts climbed out, and they dematted ships and checked guns before hiking into the fields of waist-high grass.

"You're awful excited to be breaking the rules," Thomas remarked to Sunny.

Sunny giggled happily. "Well, I already did, and I'm fascinated. Freija doesn't want to hear me talk about it, so we'll have to do that later, but I'm so curious! And I'm sure you are, too! We can talk more about it later, when Freija isn't here. I've got some theories I want to share."

"Oh, right. Why don't you like the history, Freija?"

"I just don't!"

"That's fine," Thomas said. "It's okay."

Freija stomped ahead to leave them to their conversation. 

The pair watched the retreating Titan as she stormed away, pulsing with Light. Sunny waited maybe twenty seconds before she turned to Thomas. "Freija is Sarah."

Thomas studied the Ghost, watching her flaps undulate excitedly. "Have you got some sort of record? Something that tells you this that isn't gut feelings?"

"Freija described her," Sunny said. "In her own words. Dutiful, stubborn. Protective. She loved her family. I'm absolutely certain that who you were becomes who you are. You've been right the whole time-- you become you without the framework, as you were born and as the world shaped you. Sarah was a Titan before she died. And knowing that, knowing what she's been, knowing what she's chosen to do with this life when she's not fighting, I'm certain that Sarah and Freija are still the same person. She just forgot."

Thomas nodded, thoughtfully gazing middle-distance. "Do you know why she doesn't like it?"

"No. She doesn't either, she says there's this big cloud of No on it."

Thomas nodded again, then offered the Ghost a crooked smile. "Sounds complicated. We know our Titan and complicated."

"Yeah. Are you hoping to see why you ended up a Warlock?"

"A little," he admitted. "Maybe see what I was doing so I can see what I was destined to do. I know it isn't fighting, but I also know it isn't writing smut."

~

"Why do you think you are so uncomfortable with your past life?" Rex asked Freija.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

"No."

"So you antagonize me. You're jealous that Sunny's making friends."

"Why do you hate your past life?"

"I don't know enough about it to hate it. I just don't like thinking about it. I was murdered young the same night as my entire family, left to die and rot in the middle of nowhere. Sarah was. It wasn't me. I was born there."

"Are you talking to yourself?"

"Fuck your eye. Leave me alone."

"Have you considered that yours is the third step of a single life cycle?"

"A few times. That doesn't make it better. She worked hard and did good and she didn't deserve what happened to her. Our first life should have been longer. Fuck off."

"Why are you helping Thomas?"

"'cos he asked."

"Do you know why he wants to know?"

"Nope and I don't care."

"Are you always so blindly trusting?"

"I mean, you could've asked me that a couple years ago when I moved in and you'd have had a point."

Freija stopped walking and looked back to see Sunny hovering alongside Thomas as they trod through the high grass.

"They're talking about you."

"I know. I left them behind specifically so they could do it where I couldn't hear them."

"She says you're the first life risen again and you simply forgot."

"I don't care what she says." Freija couldn't keep the heat out of her voice, and she muted her comms herself.

Thomas and Sunny both dashed to Freija with only a moment's conversation. Thomas stopped short and Sunny flew faster, sending a request for a link instead of letting herself in.

Freija let her. "I don't know how to target Rex," she explained. "I'm okay." She let her helmet down, but that just let Sunny see the hard brow and twisted lips of Freija's scowl.

"What did he say?"

"He told me what you guys were talking about. So I muted before he could get too far in."

Sunny nudged her Guardian's head lovingly. "Okay. Thank you."

Freija batted gently at her Ghost. "You'd think a database server thing would be too big to hide on a plain."

"It could have been underground," Sunny said. "So maybe we're looking for a door on the ground?" She flew high to look down. "Found it. It's an Eliksni nest, now," Sunny said. "Couple clicks north from here, they've got banners up and everything. Their House isn't a symbol I recognize. I don't see or hear signs of anyone right now, but the grass around the area looks well-trampled. There's a little network of those symbols that Eido showed us, the things meant to ward off Guardians and other evils, so I think it's a home, like with hatchlings. We can risk asking nicely or we can go to the next one. Or we can be genocidal maniacs, because I can just hear Rex complaining about allowing our planet to be overrun, but Freija doesn't want to and neither do I, regardless of what you want. Even if Thomas was on your side, Freija can beat him in a fight."

"You've backed off fighting the Eliksni?" Thomas asked Freija, who had shuffled a turn away from him. "I knew you didn't want to when we were fishing, but you're really holding back?"

"I woke up swinging but I'm still trying to find the right targets," Freija mumbled. "Too many of their children have been born into this fight, they're terrified and for good reasons. They're hungry, they're homeless, and they're sharing the planet with a violent, unreasoning, unthinking beast for whom a body count in the hundreds is expected weekly. It's a war. And yeah, the humans need defense, but wars are supposed to end with treaties, not total genocide. And they're just people, all of them, in ways that a lot of us forgot how to be." The Titan didn't look back at him, but she fixed her feet and checked her guns as she continued. "So I don't shoot first, I stick to normal bullets one at a time with warning shots and limb shots, and I try to run if I think they're defending a hovel. Captains generally do have to die, but huge chunks of the random Eliksni you'll see around will be half-docked dregs in a little hiding place they don't travel far from, they hardly chase me around a corner. They won't even come after Sunny-- this one Captain got me down to dying before I finished her, these little assholes popped out of their den and finished me off with a shot to the fucking kidneys, and Sunny got me up in the same spot less than a few seconds later. They ran right back home once I was down. We think it might have been some kind of joke to them."

Thomas didn't answer for a while, then eventually said, "Didn't take you for the kind of person that knew what a treaty is."

"A piece of candy," Freija chuckled. "That's what I thought when I first heard the word. I don't think Sarah knew it. We don't even know it in French. I asked, what else is there, and Three said it. Took Miisraaks to really get it through that it was even possible. He's a Guardian-killer, too, isn't he? I've only heard rumors."

"Hey, guys? Looking closer, I'm pretty sure it's empty. There's no life signatures, even looking pretty far underground, and there's definitely Hive rot around."

Thomas and Freija looked to one another and Freija pointed in Sunny's direction. "You wanna?"

Thomas checked ammo and safety switch then nodded. "Yep. Let's check this out. I want a better look."

~~

Request

Communication

The Database

Something Else

Campfire Stories

Jealousy 

Bickering 

Revealed

[shootingstarpilot]

Realized I never finished this one, so... here you go- a little snippet of Helix and Ben bonding!

(I use too many em-dashes to feel confident in counting sentences.)

“Last year, we had a bad case of the Dantooine flu sweep the ship. Bad thing about having so many of us in close quarters– stuff like that spreads fast.”

Ben nods. He knows what that’s like.

“Needle got hit pretty hard. High fever, muscle aches, a cough like a thunderstorm– the whole lot.”

“Mhm.”

“So of course, he gets removed from duty. We set him up in a cot. Pudding cups, blankets, even some of his flimsi, so he doesn’t get bored– you would think he’d be fine.”

Helix makes a satisfied noise, and something cold floods into the crook of his elbow.

“Alright?”

“Yeah,” Ben says, trying and failing to will the blanket up a little further before giving up. “What happened next?”

“I ducked into my office to finish up some paperwork, and five minutes later got a comm from Terror– you’ll meet him, he’s our head cook– telling me to come down and get Needle out of his kitchen.”

Terror. 

Obi-Wan had said–

Muffled swearing. Safe food. Much louder swearing.

…Floating?

“And if a highly contagious medic wandering into our main food prep area wasn’t bad enough,” Helix continues, warming to his subject, “I get down there and he’s on top of the refrigerator–”

One hand absentmindedly tugs the blanket up around Ben’s shoulders.

“Terror’s poking him with a broom–”

He glances up. Helix isn’t even looking at him.

Something shy and warm sparks to life in his chest.

“And I hadn’t even had my caff yet.”

“How’d you get him down?” Ben asks, curious now despite himself.

“Oh, called Stitch, told him to make sad eyes at him. Needle folded immediately, it was great,” Helix says cheerfully, settling onto the edge of the bed frame. “To this day, I don’t know what he was in there for. Pain in my ass.”

But he rests a hand on Needle’s hair as he sits down, warm with exasperated affection, and Needle snorts, mumbles something, leans into Helix’s palm–

WIP Game

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

Got tagged by the lovely @jedi-enthusiast! All these are Shoulder the Sky fics (admittedly some of the titles are works in progress), but whichever one wins, I'll post the sentences!

No-pressure tags for @themonopolyhat, @foreverchangingfandomsao3, @theredscreech, @laurabwrites, @dreamerkath, and an open tag for whoever else might be interested!

[lunares-cor-a]

   Let Aether Fucc --

[losingmyjustice]

"...This wasn't what I meant when I told them a relationship could be beneficial if you got time to waste, though at this point I won't even bother."

[hanabiira]

I love running into blogs I’ve never seen before or interacted with and I have absolutely no idea who they are and then they have me blocked lol

[multiicolor]

  okay but what if he wants to be the babygirl for once??

[constellaris-a]

   He’s just going to shake his head,  arms folded over his chest.

[frcsthearted]

Yulia has appeared! What to do?

Marry

Play dead

Pet

Kneel down

[monterraverde]

I'm passing on the curse do multiples of 5.

dash commentary

//I love Dash comm when crazy shits happening. It sparks interactions that often times turn into long lasting mutuals. It's genuinely so funny and fun to do.

anons

//Curious anons are amazing! And I leave it on for people who're too shy to interact face to face. Personally I use Anon when I wanna bombard someone with memes and not blow up my own notifications in the process. I'll send one off anon too, though.

That said, I enjoy Anons in my inbox- I want more Anon questions and such!!

animated icons

//I mean if people really wanna put in the time and effort to make animated icons, more power to them. I use gif's occasionally in my posts when I wanna convey an epic moment- or just her pokemon talking, but I couldn't possibly drive myself that crazy to make all my icons animated.

violent threads

//ABSOLUTELY. Any time someone's willing to be the villain to my hero is always a treat. Be it physically fighting her or pokemon battles. I've always been a fan of the way PokeSpe handles its world, too, the raw reality of pokemon can be terrifying, and I seek to explore that when I can.

your character (Also asked by @orrerunaway )

//The only character that has given me a genuine Bisexual panic moment. Saw her appear in the gym and went ":000!!! Cute boy! Cute boy trainer!! Is he an elite too?!" And then Hassel introduced her and I went

"EXFUCKINGSCUSE ME?"

Then I grabbed my lesbian co-mod and we gushed about her for maybe like an hour lol. For what little we know about her, though, i do love her a lot, and I pray that she has even a tiny part in the DLC. AT LEAST LET ME FIGHT HER AGAIN, GAMFREAK!! GOD!! I DONT EVEN NEED THE INTERVIEW JUST LET ME FIGHT HER!!!

your choice!

//This community has genuinely grown so much from when I left it back in 2018 and im??? idk what to say about it other then that im so happy to be here. I love all my mutuals, everyone's so sweet and kind, y'all have made me cry out of joy on a couple occasions now and I just gfsdkj

I love it here;;

[neakco]

The Lost Temple ch. 2

Ao3 Ch.1 Ch.3 Masterlist

Marinette doesn't fully trust the American Heroes but knows that she probably needs their help.

Tim doesn’t trust these two teens that are definitely hiding something.

Yet they made camp together anyway.

Ch.2 Sleepless Night

It had taken longer then they would have like to figure out a watch schedule. While they had both agreed to an alliance, neither group trusted the other.

 

Finally a compromise was made. Each group set their own schedule. Marinette and Adrien agreed to each do half the night. While the Trio took one 2 hour shift each.

 

Adrien would take the first 3 hours and would be starting his shift with Superboy. Impulse had the 2nd watch which he would share with both of them before she would finish out the night with Red Robin.

 

Marinette was a little nervous, she knew Superboy had heard Plagg earlier. They weren’t used to others being able to hear as well as her Kitty. She was lucky that her bond with Tikki allowed communication via emotions.

 

She stared up at the stars, at least this wouldn’t be the first time she had gone without sleep for a mission. She glanced briefly at the tent the American heroes had set up. It looked cramped. She was quite happy with her blanket.

 

Her and Adrien had tried using tents before but he preferred to sleep up high and she enjoyed the connection to the plants she got on the ground. It always allowed her to feel more rested, even if, like tonight, she didn’t actually sleep.

 

Adrien came to let her know it was her turn so she rolled up her blanket and went to join Impulse.

 

The boy never seemed to stop, he constantly dashed back and forth as he talked non-stop about everything.

 

“Doesn’t that drain your energy?”

 

He stopped short as if he had forgotten she was there. “No, well yes, but II can quickly get back to civilization for snacks.”

 

She nodded as the hero began to move around and started talking about his favourite snacks. She had an idea to run past Red Robin once he joined her on watch. She would suggest it to Impulse but she had a gut feeling that would be a bad idea.

 

 

Tim woke a little early for his turn and crept towards the trees in order to observe Marinette and Bart.

He was a little surprised that she seemed interested in the one-sided food conversation. At least he had assumed it was one-sided until she chirped in with a question about Bart’s preferences on French pastries. He didn’t expect the girl to become so offended when Bart told her he didn’t like croissants.

 

Tim decided that it was close enough to his watch and stepped out of the shadows.

 

Impulse flew into the trees in his surprise while Marinette hadn’t moved. Had he lost his touch? No, she may not have jumped but he noticed she had a hand to her back where it hadn’t been before. He concluded that she had probably reached for a weapon.

 

“Seriously Rob? I love you but that’s just mean.”

 

Tim smirked, “Maybe next time you will pay attention.”

 

“You’re a bat, doesn’t matter how much I pay attention.” Bart grumbled as he waved goodnight to Marinette and headed off to find his sleeping bag.

 

Tim turned back to Marinette and was shocked by the level of malice being directed at him. “What did I…”

 

“Don’t you ever do that again.” Her voice, while harsh, was soft and filled with concern. “I could have killed you. If it was Adrien you had startled you wouldn’t be alive.”

 

Tim swallowed his retort. Normally he would think it hilarious that this tiny enigma thought that she or her delicate looking friend could hurt him, but there was something there. It was the way every sound stilled at her anger, the way his gut yelled at him to run. Putting all this together with their first conversation, he began to wonder if the two teens had been granted power by the gods.

 

Marinette was taking deep meditative breaths. “You are lucky I analyze before reacting.”

 

“Sorry. I had figured you had a sixth sense.”

 

She eyed him, “You were testing a theory?”

 

“Yes. I like to know what my allies are capable of and it’s not like you two have been very forthcoming.”

 

It surprised Tim to see her relax at this rather than get angrier.

 

“The decision to share isn’t really up to me or Adrien. I assume it is similar to your identity, unless what I've heard about Batman is wrong.”

 

Tim laughed quietly while keeping an eye to their surroundings. “We actually tell people our identities all the time, people just assume we are joking.”

 

Her eyes widened, “That works?”

 

“Well it works if the public's image of your two personas are vastly different. People will believe what they want no matter what you tell them.”

 

He was about to ask if she was thinking of becoming a hero when he noticed her darkening look. Unlike before where it had been anger mixed with concern, this time it was mixed with sadness and pain.

 

“You okay?”

 

“People really do believe what they want.” Her eyes turned wistful and she looked up into the trees. “Really shows you who your real friends are.”

 

“Do you want to talk about it?” How was he supposed to comfort her? Alfred would probably offer her hot chocolate and sweets.

 

“No, it all happened years ago. I am mostly over it.”

 

Tim let out a sigh of relief, at her look he tried to smile kindly. “No offense but I was raised by the most emotionally distant people and I really had no idea what to do if you started crying.”

 

The sudden laughter surprised him. That wasn’t a normal reaction. He frowned as he watched her try to stifle the sound.

 

“I'm sorry, it’s just, well, welcome to the club.” She started laughing a little bit harder and maybe a bit more broken. “Adrien can tell you some stories. Well I can two, but mine only start a few years back. I don’t have a life's worth like he does.”

 

“But why is that so funny?” He frowned harder trying to understand if he was the joke.

 

He jumped and threw a batarang that thankfully missed when Adrien suddenly dropped out of a tree and landed beside him.

 

“Where we come from it was always better to laugh instead of giving in to emotional distress.” He turned to Marinette, “You okay M'lady?”

 

“I just,” her giggles increased slightly, “strays, it’s always the strays.” She giggled a bit longer before stopping suddenly and glaring at Adrien, “Why aren’t you asleep?”

 

Tim could see the blonde visibly gulp as he lied poorly, “bathroom. Going back to sleep now. Bye.” He quickly left back into the trees and took off roughly in the direction of camp based off the rustling.

 

“You two are very strange.”

 

“Says the talented human commanding literal super humans.” She snorted. “Oh, I almost forgot. Do you think Impulse could quickly map out the jungle for us?”

 

“If he can keep himself from tripping over roots and snakes then maybe. Why didn’t you ask him?” Tim was curious. She had spent an hour with Impulse, there had been plenty of time.

 

“I figured you were the leader and I would have to ask no matter what. Mostly I was worried he wouldn’t be able to but pride would cause him to say yes anyways.”

 

Tim tried to study her expression but it gave nothing away. “How did you come to that conclusion?”

 

“Simple, Impulse acts like a younger Adrien.”

 

 

Marinette thought back, Chat had been so free. She missed those times. Unfortunately reality had hit them both fairly hard. She doubted if they could ever be that carefree again.

 

“I would deny your assessment if I could.” Red Robin leaned back against her tree and typed into his arm. She hadn’t realized there was technology integrated into the suit. She was almost jealous.

 

A holographic map of the jungle was displayed floating above his arm so she leaned forward to gain a better look.

 

Red Robin pointed to a small area causing a dot to appear  “This is our camp.” He gestured to highlight a portion green. “This is the area we checked yesterday. My initial reports showed activity in these areas.” This time the highlighted red, or brown in the areas that overlapped with the searched area.

 

She hummed in thought, “Add another kilometer to the searched radius. Adrien split off a couple times yesterday.”

 

She could see his eyes shift to suspicion briefly but he complied anyway

 

“If you knew that then you never needed Impulse to make a map, you wanted him to find the enemy.”

 

She nodded but stayed silent and observant. It was kind of nice watching someone else think like she does.

 

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea if Impulse was capable of stealth. “She watched him remove the searched area from the map in order to zoom in on the rest.

 

“You have a plan.” She was grinning, she could already tell what he was thinking.

 

The way he looked at her screamed that he knew that she had already figured it out. She was happily surprised when he decided to continue explaining to her.

 

“I propose that we split up. My team has trackers to keep track of our own whereabouts and comms to communicate. I think Superboy and Adrien take this route.” A Blue and red line appeared on the map. “While we take this path more to the right.” This time the line was red and black. She knew they were supposed to represent his colours but they worked just as well for her. She bet Adrien would have a laugh.

 

“I'll have Impulse cover this middle area in between our groups to cover any gaps and act as a runner in case we need anything. Anything to add?”

 

She bit her lip. These were heroes, she could probably trust them, at least a little. Plus Adrien wasn’t able to sense the temple’s magic. “How good is Superboy's x-ray vision?” Damn it, she thought she had fixed her word blurting problem.

 

Red Robin seemed surprised by her words, “What? Why?”

 

She chewed on her lip a bit more before she felt Tikki's reassurance. “What I am about to tell you is secret enough that it could very well get you killed. Are you sure you want to know?”

 

She watched his face carefully. There was hesitation, doubt, curiosity, and finally that thirst for knowledge that got her into trouble constantly.

 

He finally shrugged, “Just an average day for me.”

 

She smiled but dropped her voice into a serious tone. “There is a temple here that was lost underground years ago. No matter what else happens I can not let anyone get the knowledge and treasures it holds.” She remembered some of the things the monks had told her and Adrien without ever actually explaining what the temple was guarding. “If these people find the temple first then best case scenario has them taking over the world.”

 

Red Robin's voice was low, “And worst case?”

 

“They destroy the entire universe as we know it.”

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Star Wars Fics - (OC edition) - The Reception

Part 2 of the OC edition of the Tech story, again it's mostly the same just with more description and

Part 1 - The Wedding

Part 3 - The Honeymoon

Tech x Reader Edition

The Reception

So far so good. The wedding ceremony was done and all Ameidith had to do was keep an eye out during the reception. She and the boys… all dolled up and looking for bad guys. Yep… that’s all it was. Just work. Just… work. She was handed a glass of bubbling clear liquid and from the first sip she knew there was alcohol in it. Now… on the job was not a time for drinking. But even as she tried to pretend, one sip became two. Became three… became half a glass… and then she had a second glass. It was just part of the act of course. No other reason. She took another sip.

“Might want to slow down on those, Feisty.” Echo muttered beside her, making her jump slightly.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She replied as she cleared her throat. “If I didn’t have a sip occasionally people might get suspicious.”

“Occasional sip huh? Is that your fourth glass?” He smirked, scanning the guests carefully. Currently Hunter was by the bar, Crosshair had claimed a particularly comfortable spot of wall to lean on, Wrecker and Omega were walking around the outside perimeter… and Tech… she was painfully aware of the presence of the last member of the crew. He was behind her. She was thankful for that at least, that way she didn’t have to make more awkward eye contact.

“It’s only my second.” She huffed in reply. “I’m… not a fan of weddings.” No need to explain everything, in all honesty the boys didn’t know much about her, her past, her choices. They didn’t know why she became a bounty hunter at all, and hadn’t cared to ask. Though she knew they wondered, she’d seen the curious looks… no, it wasn’t that they didn’t dare to ask. They respected her enough not to. Maybe she’d tell them… about Lothal, about her home, her sister. But not today.

“Could have fooled me.” Echo let out a deep chuckle, leaning a little closer. she slowly turned to look at him, her brow twitching slightly.

“And what do you mean by that?” She asked quietly.

“Oh I don't know… she just seemed a little distracted earlier…” The red head felt him smirking without looking at him.

“You’re as bad as Hunter. There is nothing wrong with me, I am not distracted. Let’s just get this mission done and go home. Then I can drink as much as I want without you judging me.” She huffed and Echo just laughed.

“If you say so, Feisty.” He petted her shoulder as he turned away. Ameidith bristled, she knew Echo was looking out for her but… oh what would he know? She wasn’t staring during the ceremony. At anyone. Certainly not the gorgeous member of their crew in goggles. Nope. She wasn’t.

Gathering as much grace as she could muster, she swept past the dancefloor and out onto the balcony for some fresh air. It was growing late, and she was itching to head back to Ord Mantell, grab some Mantell Mix with Wrecker and Omega maybe. They’d allowed the red-headed bounty hunter to join them the last few times so she hoped they’d let her tag along again. She leant on the railing overlooking a wide garden, the place was stunning of course, but that didn’t mean the danger was gone. It was hard to feel battle ready in a dress like this, the entire back to the waist was transparent mesh, a line of buttons up her spine. A jewelled detail in the centre between her breasts and sweeping purple fabric trailed down to the toes of her heeled pumps. Her usually untameable red curls were pinned to one side of her head and hung over one shoulder, a far cry from the usual attempted updo she kept when she had to hide it under her helmet.

The sun was setting in the distance, and while she paid it little attention, the man now standing behind her was drinking in the way the golden light reflected off her hair. The way it set her hair aflame and kissed her freckled skin, with a warm touch he could only envy. The way the dress was cut to accentuate curves that were usually hidden under armour. The way the buttons trailed down her back like a path he yearned to follow.

“I--” He began but got nowhere before she turned. Her eyes widened suddenly. she’d recognised the voice even before she moved but instinct had taken hold. There was Tech, a few feet from her, looking ever so dashing in his suit and eyes that felt like they looked right through her. When did he get there? What was with that look on his face? She didn’t quite understand it.

“Oh… is-is there an update?” She stammered pathetically, she hadn’t been expecting to talk to him so soon. He blinked before seeming to snap back to attention.

“Erm… oh, yes.” He nodded and looked back to the comm device in his hand. He’d kept it in his coat this whole time, she guessed and came out to check without anyone noticing. “The signals have been rather steady through the evening, I am not picking up any disturbances along the outer perimeter.” He stepped over, now focused on the screen. Of course, there was no way that he wasn’t totally focused on the mission. As she ought to be as well. He had just been surprised she was out here. Her eyes were drawn to the screen as he pointed out the signal and a fluctuation he had been worried about, though it turned out to be a false alarm. She chuckled lightly and she saw him look up at her out of the corner of her eye.

“You always have everything under control, don’t you?” Ameidith murmured. How did he always seem so calm, so unaffected by everything? She tried to be like that, but her emotions slipped out too often.

“Not… everything.” He confessed. She looked up and instantly regretted it. The red head hadn’t realised how close she’d gotten when looking at the screen and now Tech and his stunning eyes the colour of warm leather were right there. Inches away from her soft freckled face.

“Wha-what do you mean?” She asked. Her eyes wandered his face, he looked flushed, and his lip was trembling. Her concern grew and she stood up fully, to step in front of him with a slight frown, both hands came up to cup his cheeks, he didn’t feel clammy. “Tech, are you okay?” She asked, green eyes flashing out of concern for him, she hadn’t seen him like this before. Was he ill?

“Of-of course-of course I am.” She leaned in closer, her eyes full of concern.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Meidi…” Now he sounded out of breath.

“You know I would be terribly upset if something happened to you.” There was a slight pause as he raised his free hand to hers against his face, a little bashful smile on his lips as he avoided eye contact.

“And I, you.” He replied. Her heart ached. He was so sweet. Her eyes lingered on him, the way he nervously flicked his gaze over her, the way his lip twitched slightly as though trying to suppress a smile. His skin was warm and though he was still flushed, he didn’t seem like he was in any pain or anything. Maybe he’d had a sip of the wine too?

Before she knew what was happening, the gap between the two of them grew smaller, her lashes fluttered against his cheek as her eyes closed, and her lips pressed to his slowly, gently. A kiss full of admiration and affection. His hand gripped hers a little more firmly and she felt her stomach tighten. Heat bloomed in the touch and it was like there was some music playing that only she could hear as his mouth moved against hers. She’d heard about fireworks when lovers kissed but she’d never felt it before… until now.

Suddenly a loud cheer from inside the ballroom startled the two of them apart. Apparently the wedding guests were partaking in another toast. That's right. The wedding. The mission. She was meant to be paying attention. Not out here kissing one of her squadmates. Wait. Oh no. She kissed Tech. She kissed Tech! No no no! This was unprofessional! This was wrong! She wasn't supposed to do this with colleagues, it was dangerous to get involved. Not only that, Tech never asked for this, probably didn’t want this. He stood there with wide eyes, looking as horrified as she felt. All these thoughts slammed through her mind in a second before she tore sherself away.

“I’m sorry…!” She gasped, it was a weak apology. She felt a little dirty, there was no way he would have wanted that, not really. She’d just surprised him before he had the chance to push her away. No no no! This was not how things were supposed to happen!

A quick stop to the refresher to make sure she didn’t look dishevelled or out of place and she was back to work. She buried the awkward encounter and decided to pretend it never happened. This was going to be a long night.

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