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grippingbeskar · 2 years ago

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The Element of Surprise | Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen: The Family

mando x fem!reader

series masterlist here

word count: 6.3k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (mxf sexual intercourse, general sexual content) swearing, mentions of death, canon typical violence

a/n: holy fuck. the last chapter?? there WILL be an epilouge!!! but i will put a longer note at the end. just enjoy xx

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“Don’t wake her.” The metallic voice standing over you says lowly. You only hear it because the vibration of his words hums against the right side of your body. His arms, strong and sure, cradle you in to his chest, and you try to focus on the steady intake of oxygen and match it to your own.

You keep your eyes closed. Even that, the effort to keep the blinding light out of your direct vision is almost too much. Your body feels exhausted - like you had just ran a marathon. Its been a while since you had to walk that much.

Your head was the worst.

Whatever pain flares in your arms, spiralling down your legs making you grateful you dont have to try to stand on them - all that doesn't compare to the exhaustion in your mind. You pushed too hard - you knew you didn’t have the training to take on someone as powerful as her. But it worked, and you were safe.

You think.

Actually, you know. You know because of the way his hands aren’t caging you to his body like they were when he carried you out of the bunker. Instead, they are placed gently, holding you in places that aren’t technically strategic, but boy does it feel nice. You know you’re safe because he is walking, both hands occupied keeping you close to him, and the familiar rusty smell of the Razor Crest fills your senses.

You know you’ve stepped inside because the sun disappears, and you know the ramp closes behind you, because you can hear the classic ‘clunk’ of the locks going into place. You should oil them. Tomorrow, maybe.

You think your brain might explode, attempting to shove one last thought in there. One more thing to remember, to comprehend. Its nauseating, having to think so much. You must fidget, or tense against him, because you hear that voice again, soothing you with just two words.

“Rest, cyar’ika.” It’s almost like he’s controlling you. Its so easy just to listen to him, not having to think or move on your own. You feel yourself going upwards, and a few moments pass before you are sinking into a bed. Your bed. It feels so right - like coming home after a long trip, filled with everything you’ve been missing. Everything thats your own.

Din reaches down and you feel his hand, a real hand, brush across your face. Just once, and then you hear the distant footsteps leaving the room and the engine hums to life. You want to follow him. Tο make up for lost time. There is so much you want to do, so much to consider.

But he told you to rest.

So you do.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It was dark again.

When your eyes finally crack open, you prepare yourself for the inevitable rush of heat you still bare the evidence of in the form of warmth spreading across your nose and cheeks. It doesn’t come, though. Instead, you are greeted with a shadowed calm.

Your room.

You move your toes first, and when you know the feeling has come back you stretch out. You forgot how comfortable this bed is - though its missing a vital piece.

Where is he?

You can count on one hand how many times you’ve woken up here without him lying next to you. You don’t like how big it feels. You shiver despite the copious amount of blankets wrapped around you, adjusting to the absence.

The exhaustion had nearly been wiped clean. You didn’t feel sore, it was like you just needed to be re-set. Your head wasn’t slamming, and when you tested yourself, you could easily pick up on the life buzzing around you through the Force. It felt like someone was returning oxygen to your lungs when you reached out, the knowledge that it was still there and strong as ever, even after the events of yesterday. Was it yesterday? Everything feels so fresh, yet so far away wrapped in this room.

Your mother was dead. You knew this, and you should be sad. You couldn’t feel it though, the overwhelming crush that you experienced when you knew your father was gone forever. It took you years to just think of him without bursting into tears. But this was different.

That person you saw in the bunker, that wasn’t your mother anymore. It wasn’t the woman you had grown to respect, to associate with your childhood. She had died the day you left too, just in a different way. Her, the idea of having a mother that loved you, that cared for you and your father died as soon as she made that order.

It could be that it didn’t hit you yet, that the pain would come later when you realised you would never get that back. The thing you had been searching for, yearning to get back to all this time would never be yours again. You sat up in the cot, the blankets falling off your shoulders and you look down. You had changed - but that wasn’t what surprised you.

It was the pants you were wearing.

You remembered these pants. You made them. A few months ago, when that one decision to investigate a new looking ship on Tatooine took you on a whirlwind of adventures you never would have dreamed. You didn’t have any clothes, and the Mandalorian had locked his stowaway downstairs, so you had to get crafty. Using a pair of old pants and some ties you made the pants fit, and even took them out on a foreign planet. They were actually quite comfortable.

Din must have changed you. These pants, plus the undershirt that smelled inexplicably like him; he had put you in them. The mere idea of him snapped you of any thoughts of the past and pushed you to your feet, the door opening as soon as you stand in front of it. You moved as fast as you could, a small part of you worried that he was just a figment of your imagination, but when the door to the cockpit opened and he spun around, you could have dropped to your knees at the sight of him.

He moved too fast for you to react, for you to even say anything before he was in front of you, gloved hands holding you in place. You let him, wordlessly admiring the sight as he dropped his helmet in search of something. Probably injuries, scanning your body to assess damage.

“You’re really here.” You whisper, breaking the silence. One of his hands comes up from your arm, and brushes your hair over your ear. He holds your face, like he’s not really sure what to do. His touch is tentative, as if holding something breakable.

“You should rest.”

“I did.” You can almost see him roll his eyes through the helmet.

“More. You should rest more.” You step into him, pressing yourself closer. He keeps his hold on your face.

“I don’t want to. I want...” You feel him take a deep breath in. “To talk to you.”

“Okay.” He lets his hands drop from your face to your hands, and he leads you to the co pilots chair, letting you fall softly back into it.

He takes his seat across from you and flicks the switches to set the ship into auto-pilot, then turns to face you.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“When you left; that morning.” You can’t tell exactly how long its been, the dark galaxy outside the front of the ship making it impossible to tell the time. “Did you know it was my mother?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“I felt something, when you were leaving. You were nervous. You’re never nervous.” He shifts on his chair, and you reach out. That same unfamiliar feeling washes over you. You’ve seen him a bit out of his comfort zone, but when it came to quarry's, to chasing bounty after bounty, he was anything but nervous. He was almost bored with how comfortable he was.

“I was.” His arms come to rest on either side of him, and he leans back, spreading wider across the chair.

“But not because you knew?”

“Not because I knew.” He’s telling the truth.

“Okay.” You decide to let it rest - clearly whatever was nagging at him was not of immediate concern, although the way he shifts on his chair when you mention it makes you go quiet.

“What else? I know you aren’t done.” You look down to hide your smile, and you have to resist leaping out of your chair and straddling him. You should get your head on straight - you were meant to be angry at him.

“You told me we weren’t going after those guys. When Karga gave you that tracking fob, you said it was a trick. A trap that he had set up, and you told me I was an idiot for even suggesting we follow it.”

“I never called you an idiot.”

“Semantics. Why did you go without me?” He sighs, and leans forward, forearms leaning on his thighs.

“Because, I wanted to end this for you. I wanted to - help you. To help you find peace, like you had done for me.” Your face softens, and you forgot. Angry - you were meant to be angry right? He did lie to you, after all. You let him see your encouraging smile, though, and he continues. “I knew it was weighing on you. With how scared you were on Ryloth - I didn’t want to see you scared again. Those guys she - your mother was working with are... rough. The guy on the puck was known for his creativity in killing Jedi. They were bad men. I just didn’t want you tied up in it, and between you and the kid I thought it was safer if I...”

“Did it without us.” You finished for him, and he just nodded.

“What I didn’t know was not telling you ended up putting you in more danger. I didn’t - I will never forgiv-”

“Hey. That part is not your fault, okay? None of this is.”

“I left you there. They would have killed you.”

“They didn’t get the chance. I have you and the kid to thank for that.” His head tilts to the side. “Without the training I’ve been doing with Grogu I never would have made it, and you. You were what gave me the courage.”

“Courage? To do what?”

“Believe in myself.” You say meaningfully. “And to jump out the window.”

“You what?”

“Well, I couldn’t exactly take the stairs, could I?” He leans forward a little more. “I’ll tell you about it later, but I understand why you did it. You wanted to protect us.”

“I did.”

“I can protect myself now. You - you showed me that I can.”

“I know you can. It doesn’t make me want to stop. I will always do whatever I can to protect you, even if you don’t need me to.” The words bloom in your chest, and the zero gravity adjuster in the ship seems to stop working because you are almost sure you are floating.

“You have to tell me these things. When I couldn’t find you... imagine if I did something like that to you.” That analogy seems to make him understand, and he nods slowly. “Next time you go on some vigilante mission in my honour, at least let me know, okay?”

He breaths a laugh, and the tension building from the conversation dissipates a little.

“Okay, I will tell you.” You can’t stand it anymore, you get up and take two steps, suddenly appearing between his legs. He straightens on instinct, hands coming to the back of your thighs as he widens his own, pulling you into the small space. You linked your hands on the back of his helmet and he looks up at you.

“You said was.” Again, he tilts his head, only slightly so as to not pull away from your hold. “When you were talking about the bounty, and those guys my - she was working with, you said ‘was’. Im assuming that means they are…”

“Dead.” You let out a sigh of relief. Good, you think, they got what was coming to them. You only wished you could of seen it for yourself. “The troopers though, there were too many. I had to blend in, and when I heard them talking about the girl they had caught on the borders of the city, a girl with a connection to their commanding officer, I put two and two together.”

“Thats why you were in that awful suit when you found me.” He looked too big to be a trooper, walked with too much autonomy. You could tell there was something off as soon as he stepped in the room.

His hands start to trail lines up the back of your thighs, and it reminds you of the pants.

“Why did you put me in these pants?” He laughs again, and you want to capture the sound. You missed him, Maker did you miss this.

“I like you in my clothes.” He murmurs distractedly, too focused on how his hands start to rise higher, just below your ass. You squeak as he pulls you into him, knees buckling and slotting on the outside of his own.

“I look ridiculous.” You say but its lost in a needy moan as he squeezes your ass, making your back arch and chest push into him. Every little bit of anger and confusion melts away at his touch, and you sink down onto him, Din taking your weight easily on top of him.

His hands work diligently, moving from your ass up to your lower back, massaging your sore muscles. Every circle and push has you whining and breathing in ecstasy and you struggled to keep yourself still in his grip. You lose the battle, obviously. You would alway lose that battle, but it was one you were happy to forfeit.

You move against him, and hear a hum of approval. A pit in your stomach that had been dormant for far too long makes itself known and you rock your hips again, aching for the sound. Instead, his hands come to your hips, and stop you.

“You should be resting. You-” You try to move in his hands, and he groans, letting his head fall against your own, the helmet a welcome cool rush. “You - need time to - to process everything that just-”

“I don’t want to process.” You say, nearly mocking him. Not quite though. Maybe he had a point, but right now you had never felt more awake, and with every slight movement of your hips you were becoming more and more in tune with you body. Awake. Alive.

“You aren’t - Gar Kelir ruin ni, ner kar'taylir darasuum.” (you will ruin me, my love) He groans again, and you force him to look at you through the helmet.

“I am thinking. I am not tired. I don’t want to process shit.” The words are straightforward but you press kisses to his helmet in between. “I need you.”

“Mmm.” He hums as you kiss down the helmet, finding that tiny sliver of skin that stays exposed under neath between the join of his helmet and his neck. The only weak spot in the armour, one that only you have touched. “You need me?”

“Need you.” Your lips brush against his skin. He tastes like green apples.

“What do you need from me?”

“I need a- ” You can’t stop your mind from flitting from thought to thought, it only has gone quiet here and now, with his hands on you and your lips agains his skin.

“How about a lesson?” He finishes for you, and your head drops against his shoulder. That is not the quality time you were thinking of right now.

“Seriously? You want me to fly right now?”

“Is there something else we should be doing, cyar’ika?” Months ago you would have dropped his gaze, hidden in embarrassment at the question. Not now.

“Theres about a million things I want to do with you - to you right now. None include flying.” He takes your hips in his hands and spins you around on his lap, forcing you to face the controls. You try to remember everything he taught you last time, seeing the familiar key pads and switches. You want to roll your eyes.

“Trust me. You will like this.” He adjusts you on his lap and instantly you can feel him, hard and needy underneath you. Maker - you missed that too. How the hell were you supposed to focus on flying with his - “This lesson is about dealing with distractions.”

Well, that will be fitting.

“Flying is unpredictable. You need to be able to focus on keeping us in the air, no matter what happens around you. Do you understand?” You nod, not sure if you would be able to form a response with the way his hands start to work at the make shift belt holding your pants up. “Now, whats the first step?”

Taking a deep breath, you lean forward and pull up the co-ordinate screen. Then you stop, realising you have no idea where you are going.

“Navigation lock, but I don’t know where-”

“Good. Its a surprise, so I’ll enter it. Next?”

“A surprise? Wh-” He silences you again as he tugs your pants down your legs, using the free space of your bent over frame to discard them completely.

“Next.” He says lowly, and the cool beskar against your bare thighs snaps your slightly dazed subconscious back into action. Right. You were about to fly a ship.

“Um - the uh... auto system.” You feel him exhale behind you.

“No taking the easy way out. You are going to fly on your own.” Your shoulders sag. Worth a shot.

“Fine. Whatever.” His hands, still in their gloves, slide along your thighs, and one of them hits the side of your leg when you bite out the attitude fuelled reply.

“Don’t be rude to your instructor. Focus.” His hands smooth over the slight sting that he left, no real pain registering but just enough to make you roll your eyes and sit up straight. “What now?”

“A-Altitude. Steer, break the auto system and check altitude.” You say, mostly to yourself as you go through the motions. The coordinates you see on the panel don’t look familiar, but it’s hard to do anything as you feel Dins hands, his actual hands, fall back onto your thighs and come dangerously close to your clit. “Din. I can’t concentrate when you do that.”

“Have to learn. Flying is-“

“Unpredictable. Yeah. Got it.” Both hands hold onto your thighs tightly as you lean forward again to steer the ship upwards. It takes off with a low hum, and it feels natural to fly this thing now. To think you were so scared of it just a little while ago.

“I need you so badly, cyar’ika. You going to let me take you here, while you fly my ship? Hm?” Your eyes flutter closed as he whispers words lowly through the modulator. “Concentrate.”

“Maker, you are…” You pull on the lever to your right and you fall backwards into Dins chest as the ship begins moving forward and gaining altitude.

“Good. What’s next?” His hands move up under your shirt, skirting the edge of your bra before falling into his lap, undoing his pants and shuffling them underneath you. Meanwhile, you attempt to form a rational thought and not send both of you crashing into the ground. You know he would take over if you did something wrong, but for some reason you want to prove it to him. That you can do this, you can take care of them as much as he can take care of you. You also, more than anything, don’t want him to stop what he’s doing, so you continue to pilot to the best of your ability while his thumbs rub small circles into your thighs.

“F-fuel gage.” You choke out, and glance at the gage and oxygen levels, trying to remember their normal levels.

“Good girl. Think you can take me, and not kill us in the process?” You shuffle further back and gasp when you feel him, hot and hard against your back.

“I’ll show you I can.”

“Yeah?” You were nodding whilst tapping on the oxygen gage, making sure the needle wasn’t moving. Everything seemed to check out, now you just had to fly straight and watch the map. “Keep your hands on the panel.”

You lean forward and both of his hands come to your ass, adjusting your position so he could situate himself between you. You cry out as he drags the swollen top of his cock between your folds - three days without him was too long. Far too long. You needed him, and he needed you just as bad - the choked sound coming from the modulator as he slowly slid the tip of him inside you confirming it.

“Oh, please keep going, Din.” One hand slides up your shirt, pressing against the skin along your spine in a soothing line, the other firm on your hip.

“You sure, baby? Don’t want to hurt you.” You could feel all the muscles in his legs tensing, like he was straining against himself to stop from slamming up into you.

“Yes, Din. I’ll - please.” That’s all it takes for him to slide all the way inside of you, both of you gasping in relief at the familiar feeling.

“Oh fuck, cyar’ika. I love you. I need this so bad I - I have to move, okay?” Your eyes were squeezed shut, afraid if he didn’t move now you would cum just from the feeling of having him inside of you. He finally begins to move, setting a slow, sensual pace as he drives into you deeper than you thought possible.

Your head falls back into his shoulder when he sits up in the chair, your hands staying flat on the control panel. Shit - you were flying a ship. Din seems to remember at the same time, hand coming over and flicking it expertly into auto.

“I thought you said no easy way.” You gasp between thrusts, and he growls into your ear. Like actually growls - you think you might faint.

“Fuck that. Need your full attention when I make you scream.” He moves you like you are weightless, picking you up and dropping you back down on his cock in slow, deep drives, leaving you helpless to just follow him and moan into the closed off space in the cockpit.

“Fuck, yes Din! God I missed you - I loveyouiloveyou fuck!” It comes off your tongue so easily - you love him, love how he makes you feel. Now, when he’s driving into you so hard you see more stars than the ones in front of you, and every time your around him. Your heart beats in the pace of his breathing, speeding up as he does.

The hiss of his helmet makes you squeeze your eyes shut tighter, and you are spun around to straddle him. He never misses a thrust as he buries himself in you, cock and tongue working in tandem to drive you insane. His lips are soft and pillowy, the kind of sensation you dreamt about.

You start to lose feeling in your legs as he keeps fucking you, hard and slow. He is everywhere all at once, and your toes curl when you feel him pull away, spit in his hand and then attach it to your clit, moving in tight circles.

You scream out his name - it’s the closest you have ever come to praying.

“That’s it, princess. God you feel so good. You going to cum on my cock? Show me how much you missed me?”

“Oh fuck Din - Yes!” Everything goes bright white - maybe it’s because you missed him so gods damn much, or maybe it’s the slow and hard way he’s fucking you while his hand words the bundle of nerves that makes your whole body twitch in his hold - but you can’t hold back the way you sound.

You moan and scream knowing no one can hear you, the darkness of the galaxy behind you completely forgotten as Din drives you to the brink of insanity.

“I’ve got y- ohhhh fuck baby, that’s it.” You were already shaking as you feel the orgasm wash over you, although that doesn’t really explain the way it feels. It’s more like the ship plummets to the ground and then soars back into the heights of the galaxy, your stomach swirling with heat and everything gets a thousand degrees warmer.

You feel Dins hold on you clamp down as he chases you into his own high, and you nearly cum again at the feeling of his release inside of you, the sensation heightened at how fucking sensitive you were right now.

You must have spun around at some point, because when you open your eyes your chin was on Dins shoulder, looking out at the galaxy over the top of the chair. You focus on a star in the distance, bright and shiny to try and pull yourself into some semblance of a person, and it’s only when you squint really hard that you see a reflection.

It’s not his face, but before you realise what your staring at it’s too late. It’s the back of his head, hair messy and in a bunch of curls against your cheek. You shut your eyes straight away, and your whole body must shiver or tense, because Dins hands run along your back as he speaks.

“Are you okay? Cold? Tired?” You bury your face into his neck, taking a second. You don’t want him to think you were trying to see anything, but it’s the closest you’ve come, and you can’t get the picture of his curls against your cheek out of your head.

“The reflection, in the window. I saw the back of your head.” You think you feel him stop breathing. “I closed my eyes, it was only a tiny part of your hair I - Maker I am so sorry I didn’t even think I just like opened my eyes! I was-“

He pulls you tighter against him, and you only just notice him slipping out of you and tucking himself back into his pants. Your stomach drops - nerves start to creep up your spine. Is he mad? You are usually so careful about that, and so is he.

“Din? I am really sorry, I didn’t even know the chair had turned around and before I realised where I even was I had already-“

“It’s okay.” He says into your hair, and presses a light kiss to your temple. Then stops speaking.

“That’s - that’s all? ‘it’s okay’?” He straightens against the chair, and you keep your face hidden. The last thing you want to do is betray his trust twice in one day.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not!”

“Yes, it is.” You start to wriggle in his hold.

“Din, you can be angry at me.”

“Why would I be angry with you?”

“Because I - why I am I more worried about this than you are?” He sighs, and the breath he lets out is almost a little shakey.

“You aren’t going to let me have this, are you?” His hands meet behind your lower back, and start to massage the sore muscles at the base of your spine.

“Ha-have what?”

“It’s okay, that you saw. It’s okay because I want you to see. I want you to see all of me.” You are the one that stops breathing.

You don’t say anything. He wants you to see? His face? Maker, there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that you haven’t dreamt about seeing him, kissing his face and looking him in the eye. Being able to see all the little expressions he makes, how he looks when he laughs. How he looks when he looks at you. Your chest feels heavy - full of emotion at the two simple sentences that hold the weight of your entire time together.

He wants you to see.

“I - do you remember that night on the ship? When you asked me if I had ever shown anyone my face? I told you about this thing - a sort of ceremony that happens. For a Mandalorian.” Your heart was skipping a mile a minute, and he feels your nod against his neck, so he continues. “I have thought of nothing but you since I met you. There is no one in this galaxy I love more, want to share more with, than you. You are everything I don’t deserve, but there is nothing I would not do for you. I want you, in every way you will have me. I want you to see me.”

“Din.” You think you were crying, but your head was pressing so hard against his neck you couldn’t tell.

“I was going to wait - I had a whole plan. The morning I left, I wanted to just tell you right then. The idea of getting to come home to you, leave you in bed in the morning and come home to you at night, not having to hide any part of myself from you. I - the place we are heading now, if you - if you want this, I can -” He swallows. “I can show you.”

Keeping your eyes closed, you push yourself off his neck and find his lips with your own. You kiss him soft and sweet, taking slow strides with your lips to feel every part of him you can. You would always respect his creed and what he stood for - if he never showed you his face you would have been perfectly happy, as long as you had him.

But hearing him say that he doesn’t want to hide from you. Hide. He doesn’t think of the helmet as a hinderance, you know he doesn’t, but he knows that he has a certain amount of vulnerability when he shows his face, and keeping the helmet on would allow him to stay guarded from you in a sense, and protect that vulnerability. It would also allow both of you to go your seperate ways, neither of you having made a commitment. You were, after all, technically a stow away fake-Jedi teacher.

This meant something.

To him, you knew this meant everything, and it was because of that, that it meant everything to you, too.

“Is that - you don’t have to say anything. If you don’t want to, I understand.” You were so invested in kissing him that you hadn’t realised he had sort of asked you a question.

“No! I mean, yes! Of course - I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything. You know that, right? The creed means so much to you, I would never want to go against that.”

“I know, cyar’ika. That is exactly the reason I want you to do this with me. If you-”

“Yes! Of course - if its what you want, of course I want to see you. I have always wanted to see you.” He pulls your face to his, kissing you with the same sweetness you began with.

“I love you.” He says, and kisses you again.

“I love you.” You say back, and sigh into him.

The galaxy swirls behind you as you rest your chin on his shoulder, and your eyes open again. You know where his reflection is, and you actively avoid it this time, not wanting to break the tradition.

“Is there anything I have to - do? To like...” For spending as much time as you did with a Mandalorian, you knew very little about Mandalorian tradition. You had only seen one wedding back on your home planet, and it was very small. This wasn’t a wedding - oh god, now you were nervous. Was it? When he explained it to you the first time, he had said it was their version of it. Did you need a white dress? A ring? Vows - oh god you-

“Nothing. I just need you to be there. Maybe wear that red dress you kept hidden at the bottom of your bag, though.” You blush at the thought - he must have found it while getting you dressed last night. You had nearly forgotten about it, the dress you stole the night you also took that jacket. It was the night you first felt something more with Din, even if he maybe didn’t return it just yet. That felt like a lifetime ago.

“Be there? Be where - wait, where are we going?” You can feel him smile again against your neck, and he leans over and puts his helmet back on, while also bringing up the giant textbook full of planets that he uses.

“You’re the captain. Find the co-ordinates.” He says in a modulated tone, and you sit up in his lap, smiling from ear to ear. His hands come over yours on the edges of the book as you skim through, looking over his shoulder at the nav pad to figure out the exact co-ordinates.

You flip through page after page, growing more impatient with each swipe. Finally you find the numbers in the top right hand corner, and it takes you a second to process the sight in front of you. You would know it anywhere - you have stared at this page too many times, seen the exact blue of that water way, the crisp green of the trees in that photo too many times to not know it by image alone.

“No fucking way.” Heart beating in your throat, another tear slides down your cheek in astonishment. You start to laugh - pure disbelief as one of your life long dreams comes in to. view in front of you, the planet cresting on the left part of the nav map.

“Naboo. Chommell sector of the Mid Rim. Home to the Gungans, forefront of galactic politics, rolling plains, swamps, lakes.” He recites from the book in front of you, and you’re glad because you can’t see through your tears. “I told you I would take you there.”

“Are we really going? Really?” Your throat was tight, and the words came out in a broken high pitch. When Din nodded, you couldn’t do anything except squeeze him into a hug and cry. Happy tears, obviously. This was your dream - your entire childhood, all those years on Tatooine you had wished to be whisked away and spun into a dream, surrounded by the clear waters and whistling trees of Naboo.

Now, with Din in your arms, your dream was happening. It was everything you had ever asked for, ever dreamt of. But it wasn’t the destination that was making you cry.

Din was taking you. He was taking you there, because he wanted to spend the rest of his days in your presence. He wanted you to see him, because he never wanted anything to be in between either of you again. You wanted it, too - you wanted to know every part of him, every inch of his skin, every part of his mind. These few days away from each other only cemented what you already knew - you were in love with him, and nothing in the galaxy would compare to that.

“Still have to get there without crashing us though, Captain.” Din said after a while, and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He soon joined, spinning you back around on his lap and turning to face the control panel, where you adjusted course for landing. On Naboo.

“I can see it! Holy shit, its right there.” The planet was beginning to come in to eyesight, the book forgotten and dropped on the floor in place of the real thing staring at you in the face. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“Anything. I would do anything for you, cyar’ika.”

“You need to teach me more Mando’a. I want to hear you say it more.” Every time he calls you that, it sends shivers up your spine, and even though you have no idea what he’s saying when he uses it, somehow it sounds ten times prettier in his language.

“You just want to know how to swear.”

“That, too.”

“Dinii.”

“Hey!”

“You don’t even know what I said.”

“I will soon, Dinii.” He groans, and then laughs. The cockpit begins to get lighter as the two of you soar into the atmosphere of Naboo, a sentence you never thought you would get to say.

Din holds your waist as you begin the descent. You realise, though, that as you are landing, Naboo is not what you were searching for.

Naboo reminded you of your father. It reminded you of the family you once had, and you thought that somehow if you made it here, you would have that back. What you didn’t know, is that by searching for the past, you found something entirely different, something you never knew you needed. You missed your father, and you missed the woman you thought your mother was. You missed this - but while you were so busy searching for a way to get this back, you found what you really needed was something to call your own.

Din pulled you closer and your legs folded on his lap as you cleared the security systems of the planet, and you took a deep breath, knowing that whatever came next, you had your family. You were not alone, and you never would be again.

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a/n: GUYS!!!!! um i just want to say thankyou. this series was the first thing i ever wrote on this account, and this si the first piece of work i have ever finished to the end. i just want to say thankyou to everyone who commented, reblogged liked or interacted with any part of this series - you are all so kind and i love all of you. this has taught me a lot about how i write and what i want to do for the next series i write, but this will always have a special lil place. also to everyone on the taglist - you guys were the reason i kept writing my sotry, and the idea theres people actually coming back to read things i wrote is INSANE! thankyou soso much you dont know what it means to me xx

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final word count: 88,164 words. what the fuck this shit is crazy

okay - see you in the epilouge!!!

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skvatnavle · 3 years ago

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True love's kiss

Marcus Pike x OFC! Lily Dawson

Masterlist - Ch. 4 - Epilogue

Author's notes: Now we've come to the end. There will be an epilouge, but this is the last whole chapter. This was a little hard for me to write, but I hope you love it. And thank you to all, who've been supportive of my first ever mini series.

A huge thank you to @yespolkadotkitty for beta reading and the lovely banner, but also a huge thanks to @lucy-sky for helping me with a specific scene and lots of encouragement. Couldn't have done it without you two <3

Story summary: Marcus had always believed in true love, soulmates and happily ever after. Had. Now, he wasn't so sure anymore.

But coming home for Christmas, can Lily make him change his mind?

Warnings: Embarrassing parents, past hurt, insecurities, kissing, SMUT (yes, it's happening!), oral (F receiving), fingering, protected sex and some good ol' fluff and happy endings.

Chapter 5: Happily ever after?

When Marcus rings the bell to the Dawson house, his nerves kick in. First real date with Lily. He wants this to be an unforgettable night, since it might be, fingers crossed, the start of something new and exciting.

The door opens, but it’s not Lily’s face he sees. It’s the two other Dawson women. Dahlia and Mrs. Dawson are smiling wide, giddy, as they stare at Marcus.

“Hi, Sweetie. She’ll be down in a minute” Mrs. Dawson squeezes his arm gently as she speaks.

Dahlia looks at his outfit, light blue shirt, and dark jeans, nodding. “Looking good, Pike. Lily’s gonna love this.”

“Where are you taking her, Sweetie?”

“Doesn’t matter, just make sure you get her dessert, Pike”.

They continue talking over each other, making Marcus even more nervous.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Will you leave the poor lad alone?” Mr. Dawson goes in between the women and Marcus, ushering Dahlia and Mrs. Dawson back into the living room. He rolls his eyes and gives Marcus an encouraging pat on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. You couldn’t fuck this up even if you tried.” Mr. Dawson blinks as a soft smirk grazes his face.

Just in time to save Marcus, Lily comes down the stairs, looking beautiful. A simple green top and jeans, but the green compliments her curly red hair. Her face, sweet as always, with freckles sprinkled over her nose and that smile, who could light up even the darkest day.

Marcus can’t believe how lucky he is. She puts on her jacket, and they walk out the door.

The dinner is amazing. The food and wine are delicious, the company even better. The whole night they get to know each other again, talking about everything.

Marcus tells Lily about his job at the FBI, captivating her with thrilling stories. Some of them might be exaggerated, yes, but he loves the way she looks at him.

Lily tells Marcus about how she never really left the family business and still works at a bakery. Still dreams of owning her own bakery one day.

Marcus can’t help but fantasize about what a future with Lily could look like. Maybe they’d move back here. His mom would love that. Lily could take over the bakery one day. Their kids could play in the same places he and Lily did as kids.

Marcus shakes his head, coming back to reality. See, this is his problem. Always so quick to fall in love. Always so hung up on the idea of having a family. Moving too fast. His smile fades, but Lily’s hand squeezing his brings his focus back to her.

“What’s wrong?”

Marcus contemplates whether he should just laugh it off or be honest. “I just thought about our possible future together.”

Lily frowns a bit, wondering why that would make him look sad. Marcus squeezes her hand reassuringly.

“I have a problem. I always move too fast, and I think that scares the women away…” he pauses, looking down, before his eyes find hers again. “I proposed to my ex and asked her to move to D.C with me, but we hadn’t dated that long. Today, I know she wasn’t right for me, but I wanted so badly to have a wife… Kids…”

He looks at Lily, who is listening intently, no judgement found on her face.

“That’s why I was so broken when I came here. I realized I was the problem. I fall in love so quickly, I’m always bound to get my heart broken. And honestly… I’m afraid it’ll happen again. With you.”

He looks down, afraid if this has destroyed everything. But he needs to be honest. Lily moves her chair closer and takes his hand once again.

“Well… If I have anything to say, it won’t happen this time.” They smile at each other, as she nudges his shoulder softly. “But… Maybe wait a year before you propose.”

Lily smiles and Marcus laughs wholeheartedly, as he curls his arm around her.

“I promise.”

As they walk hand in hand towards the town square, Marcus feels happier than he has in a long time. Everything is easy with Lily. But he has one question he’s been dying to ask her all night, now that everything else is on the table, but he’s afraid to know the answer.

“So… Where do you live now? I don’t think you’ve told me.” He asks, softly.

“Oh, yeah. I live up in Washington, actually.”

Marcus’ face lights up. “Really?”

“Yeah, my best friend moved to Seattle, so I followed. I work at her bakery.”

Marcus’ smile fades instantly, his worst fear realized. So she does live far away. Of course she does. Just his fucking luck.

“Oh, I… I was hoping you meant D.C.” He stops walking and looks to the ground. Lily walks closer, cupping his cheek. He looks into her eyes. Lily, always so positive, is smiling softly.

“You know…” she starts softly. “I always wanted to visit the Smithsonian”. She bites her lip softly as Marcus realizes what she said.

“But, I’ll need a place to crash.” She moves closer, still cupping his cheek, looking into his deep, beautiful eyes.

Marcus’ lips quirk up into a small smile “I may have a couch you can borrow?” he tries softly, not wanting to get his hopes up to much.

“Just a couch?”

Lily’s smile has turned into a smirk, and she raises her eyebrow, looking rather sheepish. Marcus breaks into a laugh and puts his arms around her.

“Well, you’re very welcome in my bed too.”

“Deal!” She gives him one of her heartbreakingly sweet smiles and he can’t help but fall for her even more. He pulls her closer, kissing her. God, will he ever get enough of her soft lips?

As they stand outside the door to Lily’s parents house, they both smile. Neither of them are ready to end the evening. Marcus takes Lily’s hands in his, caressing them softly. He opens his mouth to say goodnight, but before he can say anything, Lily interrupts him.

“You wanna come upstairs?”

Marcus is taken aback by the question, but smiles, suddenly feeling shy. “But… Your parents are here”

Lily puts her arms around him, looking into his eyes with a mischievous smile. “Then, we sneak in.”

Feeling like teenagers again, Marcus nods, a huge smile on his face. Lily opens the door, peeks in, and then takes his hand, pulling him up the stairs. They silently run up to her room, closing the door behind them. Giggling heavily, Lily listens by the door.

Seems like the coast is clear.

Marcus is sitting on her bed, looking around. “What would your parents think about you having a boy in your room?”

“That it’s about time.”

They both burst out in a laugh.

“Who was the first boy you had up here?” Marcus asks, softly.

“Well, you…”

Lily shrugs her shoulders sweetly, while confusion is painted on Marcus’ face.

“You’re the only boy I’ve ever had in my room. Don’t you remember how dorky I was? Not exactly what the boys wanted,” she laughs softly at the memory. “I didn’t start dating until college. So… yeah… You’re the first guy in my room.”

She looks to the ground, suddenly shy and insecure. But she still offers him a soft smile. Marcus feels his heart beat faster, wanting nothing more than to kiss that insecurity away.

“So… You’ve never had a make-out session in your room?”

Lily, suddenly looking shy, shakes her head innocently. Marcus swallows hard, before he extends his hand to her. Lily bites her lip as she closes the distance between them and takes his hand.

Marcus looks up at Lily as she straddles him. His hands softly caressing her thighs and up to her waist. He looks into her eyes, as one of his hands cups her cheek.

“Well, we should change that.”

Lily smiles softly, before she leans closer, kissing Marcus. The kiss starts off soft, but soon turns deep and passionate. With one hand on the small of her back and the other behind her head, he pulls her closer. Lily moans, when she feels Marcus hardening beneath her. She rolls her hips softly, pulling a moan from Marcus. She continues to buck her hips against him, the friction causing them both to pant heavily.

Without breaking the kiss, Marcus turns them around, laying Lily down on the bed. His hands, roaming her body, find her thighs, urging her to wrap her legs around him.

He kisses along her jawline, down to her neck, drawing a gasp from her as he nips at her sensitive skin.

“Fuck Marcus… please.”

He looks into her eyes, suddenly shy. He gestures towards the floor. “But… won’t they hear us?”

She pulls him into another deep, almost feverish kiss. “Please? I’ll be quiet.”

The need and want in her voice makes his cock twitch, already painfully hard against her aching core. In that moment, he doesn’t care who might hear them, all he can think about is her. How he wants to make her moan in pleasure. How he wants her to scream out his name.

Like a man possessed, he pulls at the hem of her top, tugging it off over her head. Lily then starts unbuttoning Marcus' shirt in between needy kisses.

Tenderly, he unclasps her bra. Marcus places a tender kiss on her lips before he makes his way down the side of her neck towards her hardened nipples. As he nips at them softly, Lily whimpers beneath him.

A soft smirk forms on Marcus face, as he kisses his way further down. When he reaches the hem of her jeans, he looks up, seeking the final permission.

Lily nods eagerly, smiling. Marcus unbuttons her jeans and pulls them off, discarding them on the floor. He places a soft kiss on her panties, drawing a moan from her, before he gently takes them off.

Looking into her eyes a final time, he smiles, before he dips his head between her legs.

Lily gasps at the first contact. Marcus starts off slow, taking his time. Savoring her, making her gasp. Lily moves her hand to his head, grasping his hair. Marcus moans softly as she holds him there, loving the effect he has on her.

He slowly adds a finger, knowing he needs to prepare her for him. He finds her sweet spot in no time, making her moan loudly. The sounds he draws from her are beautiful, the little whimpers the sweetest sound in the world.

He adds another finger and as soon as he hits her sweet spot again, she comes undone.

“Fuck… Marcus….” His name is barely a whisper, but it’s enough. Marcus is like a man possessed. The taste of her is like a drug and he wants more. He continues to switch between licking up her slit and sucking on her clit, while his finger works her open. When Lily comes again, he groans as he drinks her up.

“Marcus, please-”

He kisses the top of her mound once before he works his way up. Kissing her, licking his way up to her lips. The kiss is needy, filled with want. His erection presses against his zipper, begging to be freed. But he breaks away, looking at her.

“I… I don’t have a condom. I didn’t think we would...”

Lily kisses his nose softly, smiling. “Well, I did. Top drawer.”

Marcus grins, kissing her quickly, before he moves to get the condom. Lily makes quick work of his belt and zipper. His pants are quickly discarded and Lily palms him through his boxers, making him gasp.

“Fuck, Lily.” He cups her cheek, smiling. She pulls down his boxers and his erection springs free. She takes a gentle hold off him, slowly working her hand up and down. Marcus hands her the condom and she doesn’t hesitate to rip open the foil packet and help him put it on.

He lays her gently back down, while kissing her passionately. He looks into her eyes again, once more making sure she wants this as much as he does. When she nods, and kisses him, he slowly pushes in.

Lily grips onto his shoulders, gasping when she feels him stretching her open. Marcus gives her time to adjust, before he begins moving at a devastatingly slow pace. He plants soft kisses along her jaw, and then starts quickening his pace.

He grabs the back of her neck, pulling her into a hot kiss, trying to muffle the moans escaping her, as she trembles with pleasure.

“Fuck… You feel so good, sweetheart” he whispers, as he nips at her neck, thrusting into her. Lily’s nails dig into his back, her legs around him pulling him closer.

It doesn’t take long before she comes undone again. The feeling of her walls clamping down on him is enough to send him over the edge. He groans as he cums, burying his head in her neck, trying to muffle the sound.

He thrusts a few more times, riding out his high. Lily kisses his neck, along his jawline and finally meets his mouth again. They kiss lazily, before he looks into her eyes, the biggest smile gracing his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t last longer. It’s been a long time,” he laughs softly. Lily runs her fingers through his hair, looking happy.

“Well… We can always do it again,” she winks and they both giggle.

The next morning Marcus wakes up when small rays of sunshine peeks through the curtains. He looks to his side and his heart skips a beat. Lily is nuzzling close to him in his nook, looking content. He wonders if he’s ever been this happy before. Everything feels so right.

He gently tugs a strain of her hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek. When Lily wakes, her face lights up in a huge smile. Their lips meet in a soft, tender kiss.

“Morning, beautiful.”

“Morning, handsome,” she kisses his cheek before nuzzling into his neck, peppering him with small kisses. Marcus catches her lips and kisses her, his hands reaching around her body to pull her closer.

They are interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Lily, breakfast in 10 minutes.” There is silence for a second, before Mr. Dawson speaks again, sounding giddy. “Oh, and Marcus, you’re welcome too.”

As he walks away, they both laugh, Lily burying her face in his neck.

“Well, guess the cat’s out of the bag, then.”

“Please, your mom probably called my mom, when you didn’t get home last night.” Lily kisses his cheek, before she stands to put on some clothes.

Marcus smiles as he gets up to get dressed.

Just before she heads out of the bedroom door, Marcus stops her.

“So, what now?”

Lily looks confused for a second, smiling “We eat breakfast?”

“I mean, after… I go back to D.C, you go back to Seattle. I… I really want to see you again.” he smiles softly, as he takes her hands in his.

“Well, I do need a date for my sister’s wedding - January 8th , update your Google calendar - and then after… We’ll make it work”

She turns to him, putting her arms around his neck, kissing him softly. “I just got you, Marcus. I’m not planning on letting you go.”

Marcus looks into her eyes, seeing nothing but love and sincerity. “Good… ‘cause I never want to let you go.”

Marcus kisses her again, lovingly, before they head out of her bedroom hand in hand. He is smiling, knowing that this might just be the start of his happily ever after.

Thank you so much for reading <3

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#Marcus Pike x OFC! Lily Dawson #Marcus Pike #Marcus Pike fanfiction #true love's kiss #the end of the line #well almost... There will be an epilogue #and if anyone asks I'd gladly make some one-shots #might never let Marcus and Lily go completely

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mega-aulover · 1 year ago

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Tease

This is for the wonderful @gremlinddrawss who drew a wonderful Everlark This DRAWING Named the TEASE

thank you for your wonderful art...Rated T - unbeta'd - all mistakes are mine-

Katniss and Peeta’s first time was a few weeks ago, but since then they had been dancing around the other about doing it again. It wasn’t good. It was awkward, but the promise of more was there. The tension was thick between them. They exchanged shy glances. Anytime they brushed each other, Katniss would get goosebumps all over. Yesterday evening, Katniss felt flushed due to Peeta’s heated stare as she ate his flaky aromatic bread. Afterward, she’d poured water over her face to cool herself down. Cold showers were becoming the norm.

Katniss couldn’t take it anymore and she prepared.

Sunday morning Katniss couldn’t wait to spend the day with Peeta. He normally didn’t bake or paint on Sundays. It was their day to lounge about and do nothing. Katniss took a deep breath, as she dressed. It was chilly outside, and she wished for it to be warmer so that she could wear one of the pretty dresses that Cinna had designed. Instead, she wore a sweater her mother had knitted for her, on top of a crisp white shirt and comfortable pants.

She bounded down the stairs to find Peeta drinking his tea at the breakfast table. He had cooked a hearty breakfast of thick fluffy pancakes, and mounds of bacon and eggs. Typically Katniss would've devoured the food, but today she had a different breakfast in mind. She had a game in mind, something pleasurable.

“Morning,” Peeta said as he took a sip of his tea.

“Where are you ticklish,” Katniss blurted, she felt the way heat flooded her cheeks.

Peeta spat out his tea. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately grabbing a towel to dry himself off.

The situation made her want to laugh. A small giggle escaped her lips and it was followed by an unfeminine chortle.

Peeta began laughing.

“What was that about,” he asked when the mirth died down.

Katniss took a deep breath, “I want to…” Her cheeks burned, and even her hands looked flushed. “You know… upstairs.”

“Really?”

Katniss took his hand and gently tugged him forward as a way of answering his question. Peeta followed behind obediently. When they were both kneeling on the bed, Katniss noticed he shared her goofy grin.

“You first,” Katniss said biting her lip, glancing up at Peeta from beneath her lashes.

Peeta nodded and reached out and tugged off her sweater.

Katniss jovially raised her arms. Her head got wedged in the sweater, and he laughed when it finally came off. She began snorting like a pig and couldn’t help herself.

“That was graceful!” Peeta began laughing.

Couldn’t help but feel giddy and laughed a full belly laugh, as she said, “Capitol worthy!”

“You would make Effie proud with that level of etiquette,” Peeta said his blue eyes shining.

Katniss loved the fact that she could be her authentic self with Peeta. There was no pretension, no expectations, he loved her unconditionally. Her heart bee-bopped in her chest, as she leaned forward to take his sweater off. “You next.”

His muscular torso appeared slowly. Katniss was taking it slow, enjoying the show.

“Kanmifff,” Peeta said from behind his sweater.

Katniss suddenly became nervous and pulled his sweater off, dragging his head down. She could hear his laughter at her jerky movements. He then snorted loudly.

This caused her to smile uncontrollably. “I think you missed some of those classes on etiquette.”

“I think you ripped my ears off,” Peeta said.

Katniss leaned forward and gently placed her hands on his face, giving him a teasing smile, gently cupped his face. “Real,” she whispered, as she gave him a kiss on each ear. Then she whispered, “Catch me if you can baker boy.” Katniss popped off the bed and ran.

Peeta sat there momentarily stunned, as she opened their bedroom door Katniss could hear him laugh-shout, “TEASE!”

She laughed as she ran out, anticipating the chase, this was one of the good games to play.

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dokoni-mo · 4 years ago

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Forgotten Coffee || Darth Vader x Reader

(A/N: yes hi so I wrote this for my good, good friend jojo @obiwankenobiness ,, she came up with this prompt and i ABSOLUTELY had to write it. This is one hell of a big ol fluffy fluff, so be warned! however, it might do you some good after chapter 5 of BaT :’))) speaking of which, I have tagged all my normal people for Bat/FaT,, i hope that’s okay!! one last thing - this is set after the events of RotJ and before the epilouge of FaT. I will link my masterlist below if you don’t know what im talking about/need a refresher!! I hope you all enjoy, ESPECIALLY you, Jojo. Thank you so much for being so kind, and thank you even more for being such a dear friend. ily and I hope this can make you happy, and I hope even more that it’s everything you ever wanted <3 )

Link to Masterlist : [x]

WARNINGS: cursing, small amount of angst, TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF, otherwise none!!

Key: (F/N) = first name

Word Count: ~3500

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Making a house on your new home planet was the easy part. Making it a home was the challenging part.

It had been about half a year since the fall of the Empire. You and Vader had seemingly just gotten settled into this planet, learning about its climate, weather habits, vegetation and wildlife together along the way. It was quite the beautiful place, and the perfect place to hide.

The planet was far, far away from any known systems, and much further away from any trace of the Empire. The two of you picked the planet for this specific reason; to be away from everyone. However, this hadn’t stopped you from telling his children where the planet was, pinging them a signal once you were able to construct a communication device strong enough.

Was it sort of a risky move? Sure, it was. But you both agreed that his children deserved to know where the two of you were.

Just in case they run into trouble and need our help, was how you justified it.

Vader agreed with this, but disagreed at the same time.

Yes, he did think it was a good idea for Luke and Leia to know where their father is, but also didn’t want anyone to know of the planet. Vader was unnerved, to say the absolute least, that somehow someone would find your new home and destroy it, and him alongside. Or, even worse…

Destroy you.

He couldn’t bear the thought.

Even just picturing you harmed in any way…

It brought back old ghosts to Vader. Ones he didn’t wish to remember or visit him.

All he simply wished to do was live out the rest of his days in peace, here on this nowhere planet with you.

He, however, was finding this difficult to do. No matter how hard he tried, tried for you, his mind would slip back into a state of unbridled worry.

That afternoon was one of those times.

Constructing the house was proving to be much more difficult than you had originally thought. Coming from a village of people who made their own homes out of recycled materials, you had believed that constructing a house should be not much of a problem for you. Granted, laying out the foundations of said house really wasn’t. However, what went in the house was the challenging part.

You knew that he needed certain things to keep him alive and comfortable (his meditation pod and bacta tank), but you never believed that constructing these things would be so challenging. Yes, you were trying to juggle this feat alongside the repairs to his suit, but his accommodations were the far more stubborn and frustrating of the two tasks. With only having the rubble of a crashed Star Destroyer to work with, you had to bullshit your way around a lot of problems you occurred. You couldn’t, however, bullshit too much, because then you would start to jeopardize his health and comfort.

Those were two things you were not willing to gamble with.

With the setting sun creeping in through the windows of your house, you decided that enough was enough for one day. You had battled with the filter to his bacta tank for far too long, and your muscles and bones were complaining because of it. Hobbling your way into the half-furnished living room, you sat down upon the sofa with a long, deep sigh, relief washing over you as your legs got a much needed break.

A sheen of sweat on your forehead, you pulled off your fingerless gloves as quickly as possible, stretching and clamping them as you pulled your goggles off of your face, setting them beside you. With your hands now stretched, you focused on providing some relief to your legs, rubbing your hands up and down your thighs in an attempt to soothe your muscles.

Vader must have sensed that you had completed your work for the day, since he was quick to come in from the garden to see you. Looking up at his large, tall, black frame coming through the doorway, you smiled up at him, your cheeks pink from both the sight of your lover just barely fitting through the doorframe and your raised body temperature from your work. Closing the door behind him, Vader’s gaze went to your face.

“Are you finished for the evening, darling?” he asked you, the bass in his voice nearly making the windows shake.

You nodded your head, making circles with your shoulders to stretch them out, “Yeah, I am. Do you want anything for dinner? I’m not really hungry but I’ll make you whatever you want.”

“That is quite alright.” he said, “I do not seem to have much of an appetite tonight either.”

You ceased to stretch your shoulders at your words, the smile on your face forming into a concerned look as you gazed upon your lover.

This was the third meal in a row that he had refused. It wasn’t a matter of that he felt bad for you making him food, no. The two of you have had that discussion long ago. You were afraid this was a far more pressing matter, and you had a good idea of what it was.

“Love,” you said, your voice lowered to match your concern, “You haven’t eaten since dinner last night… you have to keep up your strength.”

He stared at you for a long moment before saying anything.

“I am aware, darling.”

“Then how about I make you some dinner, okay?” you asked, your tone still soft, “I’ll bring it to your pod like you like it.”

“No. That is not necessary. I do not wish to consume anything at the moment. I thank you for offering, however, dear.”

You let out a small sigh. You loved Vader with every atom in your body, but damn was he stubborn.

“Vee.” you said, your tone now firm, “You’re making me worried.”

He tilted his armored head to the side, the sound of his respirator in your ears, “How so?”

“You haven’t been eating much recently, love.” you explained, “And I’ve been noticing how much time you spend outside… Is there something you need to tell me, dear?”

He simply just stared at you again, taking in the sight of your worried face.

You didn’t deserve to feel such a way. You didn’t need the added stress of worrying about him.

He decided it would be best to tell you what was happening.

He hung his head slightly, “I… I have been troubled, darling.”

“Troubled?” you asked.

“Yes.”

You eyed him for a moment.

That was all he needed to tell you.

“Vee, listen to me, okay?” you said, “No one is going to find us here. The only two people in the entire galaxy that know where we are is Luke and Leia, and there’s no way in hell that they would rat us out. There is literally no reason why the Empire or anyone would come here looking for us. This planet is in the middle of nowhere. We will be okay, dear. I promise.”

He picked up his head to look at you again, making you offer him a small, warm smile in return.

You were so breathtakingly gorgeous to him.

Both inside and out.

He wanted to believe you. He really did.

And he did trust you. More than anyone he ever had, in fact.

But, still..

This feeling inside him, the fear he felt…

He couldn’t shake it. No matter how hard he tried.

Your words did soothe his nerves a certain amount, but still…

This issue would need time.

You both knew this, unconsciously.

He only could pray that you would accept this and stop your worrying.

He didn’t want you to stress.

He loved you far too much for that.

Walking his heavy, large boots over to you, he reached down to your face, giving your cheek a gentle brush with the back of his knuckles.

Your cheeks stained pink again as he spoke, “I appreciate your concern, dear. I believe I will retire for the night.”

Your lips parting, you weren’t expecting him to just go to bed so early and leave it at that. You wanted to protest, to get him to talk about it more, but you knew better than to press the subject.

It took you this long for him to open up to you even a little bit. You didn’t want all your work together to go to waste.

No. Instead, you gave him a little smile and a nod, “Okay, dear. Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you too, (F/N).”

With that, he left the living room to your shared bedroom, the weight of his steps making the wooden floorboards beneath him creak and moan. You followed him with your gaze as you watched him leave, noticing how his cape fluttered in the wind behind him.

His cape…

It was quite old now, worn even. The end of it was in tatters, and significantly lighter in hue than the rest of the material.

It looked… sad.

Just like he had been, before you and him came to be a thing.

Your lips parting again, an idea shot through your mind as you processed the sight of his cape.

An idea to you, but he would call it more of a scheme.

A determined smile came upon your face.

You set yourself up for a long, long night, but you didn’t care.

You would do anything, stay up countless nights, if it meant he was at peace and happy.

Once he disappeared into your shared bedroom, you made for your fabric cabinet, setting your scheme into motion.

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The night had been a long one, that was nothing but a fact.

You had brewed seemingly endless amounts of caf to keep you awake, and your tongue was quite sick of the taste by the time morning had came. You didn’t even realize how long you had worked until you heard the birds chirping outside your window. Looking up from your completed project strewn across your dining table, your felt the bags underneath your eyes as you saw the sunlight creep inside your home as a welcome intruder.

Shit. It was almost time to wake him up.

Rising from your chair, you stretched and yawned as you made your way into the kitchen, stopping in front of the counter and pouring yourself another cup of caf. Bringing the mug to the table, you placed the cup upon it's surface before padding your feet across the hallway to your bedroom. Creaking the door open, you slowly tip-toed your way to his meditation pod, pressing your ear against the cool surface of the metal. Gently, you knocked on the metal, your voice matching as you spoke.

“Vee.” you said, your voice quiet from how tired you were, “It’s time to wake up.”

After a brief pause of silence, you heard the whirr of the pod placing his helmet and mask upon his head. Stepping back, you watched as the pod hissed open, another yawn escaping your lips. Stepping forward again, you reached into the metal container to your love, helping him out of it as you spoke again.

“Morning Vee.” you said as his boots made contact with the floor.

“Good Morning, darling.” he rumbled out, his voice deeper as it shaked off his slumber.

Smiling tiredly up to him, you asked him your usual morning question, “What do you want for breakfast?”

Looking down at you, Vader instantly noticed the dark circles under your eyes. A pang of concern shooting through him, he cupped your face in his large, gloved hands.

“Darling.” he said, “Are you alright?”

“Of course I am.” you said, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You look as if you did not get any rest last night. Did something keep you awake?”

You blinked at him slowly in confusion at first, your tired mind making you slow to process. Blinking again as you remembered what had kept you awake, a small smile painted your lips.

“Yeah.” you said, “Something did.”

He was definitely worried now, “What was it?”

“A surprise!”

He tilted his head at this. He certainly was not expecting that.

“A surprise?”

“Yeah!” you exclaimed, taking one of his hands into your own, “Come see!”

Pulling him out of the bedroom and over to the kitchen, you stopped him once he was in front of the dining table. Taking a few steps in front of him, you picked up his surprise from the table’s surface, holding it in your tired, groggy grasp as you presented it up to him with a dopey smile on your face.

He was shocked, but in quite a good way.

A cape?

“I made you a new cape!” you said proudly, showing him the front and back of the cloth.

The new cape was a medium-toned blue, large enough to fit across his broad shoulders, and long enough to just barely miss the ground as he stood. At the bottom of the cape was a thick strip of golden cloth, an intricate pattern woven into it, and the stitching was noticeably hand-done.

It was...

Perfect.

You smiled down at the fabric as you spoke, “I just thought that giving you a little change would do you some good. I know we just got your new hands to work, and we finally got some privacy here on this planet, so I thought I would also make this as a little celebration gift.”

You turned your gaze to him as you continued, a smile still on your tired face, “Also, your old one was really raggedy, so I made you this new one. You can tell me if you don’t like it, though. I won’t be offended. I know it’s kinda out of your style…”

Vader was speechless.

Vader was hardly ever speechless, but he simply could not comprehend the sight before him.

This girl, who he loved oh, so dearly with every fiber, every ounce of his being…

Made something so beautiful, so perfect…

For him.

She stayed up all hours of the night, slaving away at this cape…

For him.

How.

How did he get so damn lucky?

How did he deserve any of this?

This house? This cape?

You?

After everything he had done?

He was sure right then that he was the luckiest man in the galaxy.

Realizing that he still hadn’t said anything, Vader responded to you.

“My dear,” he said, his head tilted to the side, “I shall adorn anything you make with pride.”

Another dopey smile coming onto your exhausted face, a yawn came out of your throat, “Really? You like it?”

“Yes.”

You let out a tiny squeal of happiness, “I’m so glad! I’ll iron it after breakfast and help you put it on.”

Vader watched as you folded up his new cape and set it on the table, right next to the cup of caf you poured earlier. Picking up his gaze, he watched your much smaller frame begin to pad your feet into the kitchen.

“Speaking of breakfast,” you said over your shoulder, opening the cabinets to see what kinds of ingredients you had available, “What would you like?”

Vader said nothing, not moving one muscle as he stared at you.

He was… in awe.

How did you do it? He could visibly see the lack of sleep you had gotten, yet you still pressed on. You asked him what he wished to consume without a second thought, ignoring the fact that you were dead tired.

You were so beautiful. So strong.

He couldn’t fathom how he deserved you. How you stayed so strong despite how life had been so cruel to you.

He couldn’t begin to fathom how the universe could make such a perfect human being.

You…

You were the only one in so, so long that saw Vader not as a machine nor a weapon…

But a person. A living, breathing, person.

You did everything for him. You made him happy, you calmed his nerves, you soothed his anger, you listened to his rambles, you made him a house, you helped him to escape the clutches of the Empire....

You saved his life.

…

He loved you.

He loved you so, so much.

He would never be able to find the words to tell you just how much he did.

“Vee.” he heard you say, snapping him out of his awe-struck state, “You’re staring again. Did you hear me? What would you like for breakfast? I’ll make you anything you want.”

He didn’t want anything to consume that morning.

Nothing at all.

He only wanted you. To be close to you, to hold you tight and never let you go.

And he planned to do as such.

Stepping forward across the expanse of food flooring that separated the two of you, Vader watched as a confused expression glinted across your face. You asked him what he was doing, but he gave you no response. Instead, he leaned down closer to your height, wrapping his big, strong arms around your waist. Making sure that you were secure in his grasp, he hoisted you up, slinging you over one of his strong shoulders.

A deep pink blush spread over your cheeks, “V-Vee, what-”

Ignoring your confusion once more, Vader carried you back into your shared bedroom, making sure that you were comfortable yet secure in his grasp. Pushing open the door to the bedroom with his boot, Vader carried you over to the bed in the center of the room, making the blush on your cheeks deepen in hue.

Expecting to get thrown onto the bed’s surface, you were surprised when your love sat upon the bed, his weight making the wood and mattress below groan. Soon after sitting down, Vader moved you so that you were seated in his broad lap, your legs straddling his strong, large waist. Snaking up his arms under your own, Vader pulled you close to his huge chest, getting you as close to him as possible.

Your tired brain making you slower to process what was happening, Vader took it upon himself to help you along, resting his armored chin on your small shoulder.

“Hold me, darling.” he said, his deep voice much softer than normal.

Feeling your heart swell in your chest, you slowly wrapped your arms around his armored neck, nuzzling your face into his shoulder armor as you held him tightly.

Vader was much much larger than you, but it made him all the better to cuddle with. His lap was surprisingly soft, despite how muscular he was beneath all the leather, and his grasp around you was so, so soothing. Closing your eyes peacefully, you breathed in his scent as he rubbed one of his hands up and down your back. His gloved hand was quite large, and nearly engulfed your entire lower back.

He was so gentle with you. It soothed you to no end.

You felt yourself start to drift off to sleep, feeling so safe and secure in his arms. Before you could, however, you heard his deep voice speak to you. Since you were pressed to close to his chest, you could feel the rumble of his voice’s bass from within.

“I love you endlessly, darling.” he said, his voice still much softer than normal, “Are you aware of this?”

You were far too tried for words, so you simply nodded your head against his shoulder is response.

Vader let out a satisfied rumble. He could feel every single one of his nerves and fears melt away as he held you, soothing him to no end. Picking up his head from your shoulder, he pressed the triangle mouthpiece of his mask into your hair, making a small smile appear on your lips.

His version of a kiss, you took it.

He rubbed your back with his hand once more, speaking to you again, “Rest easy, darling. I shall continue to hold you until you awaken. Forget about your tasks and rest with me for the day. I shall keep you warm and protect you from all harm, for the rest of time. I love you, (F/N), my darling. You have made my life complete. I wish for nothing more than to be beside you for the rest of my days. You are my entire life, (F/N), my everything. I love you so, so much.”

A small smile still on your face, you held onto your love tight as you felt yourself drift off into sleep. As he promised, Vader held onto you for as long as you slept, nothing but thoughts of you in his mind.

It was a beautiful sight, but one that no other man should ever see. A reformed sith lord, holding onto the love of his life on the planet they had escaped to, in the house that she had built, far, far away from any prying eyes, from any harm.

Your forgotten cup of caf upon the table filled the air with it's scent.

That day, this house was no longer just a house.

But a home.

~~~

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The Heart Wants What it Wants - Chris Evans x reader pt.3

a/n- Hey lovely people! hope you’re all doing great! I know i’ve said this is the last chapter, but I was thinking about making an epilouge of sorts from Chris’ perspective... anyone interested? if yes please tell me! italics are for thoughts/memories and bold italics is text messeges. Also you know the drill... summary is from pinterest. Hope you enjoy <3

part 2

Summary: You either say how you feel and fuck it up or say nothing and let it fuck you up instead.

Warnings: age gap, a little angst

It's been 10 months since the last time you saw him, at that bar. You tried to give up the habit of counting, but it was useless. You went on a couple dates, but it was a waste of time. You had almost resigned to your fate of being an old maid, married to your job.

Now, you were sitting in Scarlett's kitchen, munching on some chocolate chip cookies you'd just baked together. You never told Scarlett about Chris, about your… thing. How could you? You had no idea what would she say, how she would react. Would she tell you it's a good thing you weren't together? Would she tell you to move on? Or would she tell you something else, more positive? You didn’t know, and the thought was giving you a headache.

"Spill it," Scarlett said, sitting down next to you after she finished putting all the dishes in the sink. She picked up a cookie and took a bite, making an appreciative face. "You've been zoned out all day. What's going on?"

"Nothing," you finished your cookie and picked up another. You shrugged at Scarlett's inquisitive look.

"Alright, you leave me no choice." She got up, taking the plate of fresh cookies with her and backing away before you realized what she was doing. "No more cookies for you until you tell me what's wrong." She put the plate down on the counter and stood in front of it, her hands crossed on her chest.

"Noooo," you whined. You could just get up, but you were a little tired from hiding such a big portion of your thoughts from Scarlett. She was pretty much your mentor in everything else, what's the harm in telling her? It’s just one person who you trust and love.

"C'mon, keeping things in is never the answer," Scarlett urged you.

You had been distant all day. It was just one of these days you were deep in your head about love and life and whatnot. Scarlett deserved an explanation – it was one of the rare days you could spend together, given your often conflicting schedules. And honestly, you just wanted a hug, someone to comfort you and tell you it's all gonna be okay. You hoped Scarlett would do that and not something else, but you trusted her.

You sighed deeply. "I'm sorry for being distant," you started. "It's just… there's this guy. And well, he's wonderful really. I met him like two years ago." Scarlett was smart, so you needed to… compartmentalize, twist the facts a little. You wanted to share your own struggle with her, not Chris', especially because she knew him. "We hit it off, but it ended up not working out. And I just can't seem to leave him behind. I met him again some time ago, that's why I was distracted."

"Who was it? I don't remember you telling me about anyone special two years ago," Scarlett furrowed her brow.

"You don't know everything about me," you said in a mock-mysterious tone, smirking.

"So, what's stopping you from leaving him behind?"

"Well, I can't stop thinking about the what ifs. What if we would've been great together? What if he was the love of my life and I let him go?" you said, taking a sip of water.

"The love of your life are big words to describe someone. He must've had a pretty big-" she started smiling and you swatted her across the arm, nearly choking on your drink. If she knew who she was talking about, she DEFINITELY would've not said that.

"I was gonna say heart!" she sent you an innocent look and you gave her a "cut the bullshit" one. "Anyways," she continued, unbothered, "If you feel like that, why not just go back to him? Ask him for a second chance."

"It's not that easy," you smiled bitterly. "There was a pretty good reason why it didn't work."

She nodded her head at you, expecting you to elaborate. "Let's just say there were things we weren't willing to give up on for the sake of our relationship."

"Alright, go ahead, be mysterious," she smiled fondly. You knew that was her 'you're so young and innocent' smile, but you appreciated that she didn't voice the thought out loud and treated you overall seriously. "Look, maybe things changed. I still think you should ask him."

"Thanks," you got up and gave her a hug, reaching behind her for the plate of cookies and grabbing another one. She laughed when you released her to take a bite.

"What do you wanna watch?" she asked, bringing the plate with her as you both went to the living room, sitting down on the couch.

"Something really really sappy."

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Another night in the public eye, you thought bitterly as you eyed the roomful of strangers with fancy dresses and suits. Some of them actors and actresses, directors, creatives, and some of them there for media coverage. Ever since that night at the bar a year ago, you couldn't help but look at the industry with bitter criticism for taking your happiness away from you, in a sense.

You turned back to the conversation with a forced smile on your face.

"Oh no, I really don't think I'm gonna get it," Scarlett laughed and tucked her hair behind her ear gently. She was up for a 'best actress in a drama movie' tonight, and everyone but her was convinced she was going to win. Your eyes roamed around the room again, unable to stay interested in the polite small-talk. You took in the elegant décor of the room that was filling with familiar faces by the minute. Everyone was all smiles and polite interest; "oh, I heard you did that movie with…", "That's a beautiful dress!", "Who are you here with?" and similar questions were spoken abundantly throughout the room.

Your eyes stopped on the back of a suit jacket. At first you were just staring into space, not really focused on what you were seeing but rather listening to different conversations around you. But then the man wearing the suit moved a little, still talking to someone, but that shook you from your blank stare. You registered the black suit jacket filled up nicely with broad shoulders, moving your gaze to his neck and the back of his head, soft brown hair looking appealing to touch. He turned around, his profile now within your sight, and you felt your breath get caught in your throat. How didn't you recognize him?

You couldn’t resist – your gaze traveling over his features; his long lashes, bright eyes, flushed cheeks, beautiful lips, broad shoulders covered in a black tailored suit-jacket.

Shit, what am I doing? You averted your gaze quickly before he would notice you staring. He was talking to someone and he had a beautiful girl on his arm. Knowing Chris' track record, she could've easily been just a friend, but rationality has never been known to be a worthy adversary to jealousy. You took a sharp breath. The feeling panged through you, making your muscles clench, your body tensing up. You forcefully pushed him out of your mind, willing yourself to relax and be sensible. He's not yours, he never will be, whispered a thousand voices in your head. Shut up, you thought back.

You and Scarlett took your seats in one of the first rows. Chris was sitting somewhere behind you, and you could've sworn you felt his gaze travel across your neck, shoulders, back, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. Either way, his presence felt awfully prominent to you.

The night went by in a blur, award after award being handed out to people, some genuinely grateful and excited, some looking too smug for the occasion in your opinion. You tried to pay attention, but simply couldn't. Maybe you were tired, maybe the ceremony was just boring, but you just didn't have the willpower to stop your thoughts from wandering all over the place. Is Chris looking at me? Should I try to look back at him? Are we gonna talk tonight? What good would that do? Ok, focus on the ceremony… But maybe we still stand a chance? If we talk tonight, should I tell him I've changed my mind? That we should go for this no matter what? Maybe things changed, you remembered yours and Scarlett's conversation from a couple of months ago. No, that's just the boring ceremony talking, this industry is your life, you're gonna regret this. Or maybe you're not, maybe loving him will be better than anything else… Oh you've loved him this long and nothing's changed! Ugh, I mean being in a relationship! Maybe this time-

"And now, presenting the award for best actress in a drama movie…"

The conversation you were having with yourself in your head got cut off by the announcement for Scarlett's category. You abandoned your thoughts immediately, grabbing Scarlett's hand and squeezing it in encouragement. She smiled back at you, shaking her head. You raised her eyebrows at her, nodding playfully. You both giggled and she turned her head as the camera showing the nominees focused on her, waving a little.

"And this year's best actress in a drama movie is… Scarlett Johansson!" The crowd applauded and the camera focused on Scarlett once more, her face drawn into a huge shocked smile. She covers her mouth with her hands excitedly before hurriedly getting up, her dress swaying around her in elegant drips of fabric as she makes her way to receive her well-deserved award.

"Thank you!" Scarlett smiles from her place up on the stage, the award clutched tightly in her hands as she speaks into the microphone. "I honestly never believed I would win tonight, I had some amazing competition," she gestures at the other nominees and the crowd applauds once more. "I'd like to say a huge thank you to everyone who worked on this movie with me, you've made it such an incredible experience, and thank you to my family and my friends," you blew a kiss at her from your seat as the camera moved to show you, "for loving me and inspiring me. Have a wonderful night everyone!" she grinned once more and went behind the curtain to the side of the stage.

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Later that night you were once again in an after party, but this time you dragged Scarlett along - "You won an award! You've gotta celebrate somehow!"

You were sitting in a relatively secluded table with Scarlett, drinking as people came to congratulate her on her win. She kept smiling at every single one of them, thanking them like they were the only ones who said it, and you really didn't know from where she has this amount of energy. If this would have been you instead of Scarlett, you probably would have snapped at some of them already. Hell, you were close to doing it anyway. Your as-of-late bitter attitude towards the film industry plus the fact you couldn't have a conversation alone with your friend for more than one minute before getting interrupted made you grumpy. You sulked as you took another sip of your drink.

In the sea of people coming to congratulate Scarlett, there was one you actually didn't mind seeing that much. Your head snapped up when you recognized his deep voice, "You deserve it, you really do," you tuned into the conversation.

"Thanks Chris," Scarlett smiled fondly at her former costar and he returned it. "This is-" she started to introduce you before she realized, "Oh wait, you've met before, right? At that party like five or six years ago?"

You didn't know if it was the light playing tricks on you but it seemed like Chris' cheeks flushed a little. "Yeah, I remember," he smiled and extended his hand, "great to re-meet you," he said as you shook his hand. "Yeah, you too," you smiled at him, thanking god you were both good actors and sober enough for this.

"God, you two looked so engrossed in conversation that I left earlier that night," Scarlett reminisced, "You looked like you'd take a while and I didn’t wanna spoil your fun," she chuckled.

"Yeah, it was a great conversation," he smiled politely.

Chris laughing at something you said, stroking his beard as he listened to you, talking about his family, talking about sports passionately. Chris' hands on your hips, yours against his chest, his mouth on your body, your tongues battling for dominance as you push his shirt up over his head. The memories of that night hit you like a truck. It took all your willpower to push them aside and send him a tight smile back.

"See you around," he nodded at the both of you and turned away. He started walking and you and Scarlett used the few seconds to talk between you. From the corner of your eye, you saw Chris turn back to sneak a look at you. You gulped as you were listening to Scarlett talking about whatever it was. Your heart fluttered in your chest because he turned back. You remembered the night at the bar, how he didn't turn back, how he left you feeling the worst you've felt in a long time. You didn't know if it was for the better or not, but Scarlett was right; something did change.

After a few minutes you excused yourself from the table and headed to the balcony for some fresh air. The party was at a fancy penthouse, so you allowed yourself to enjoy the privilege of the cool night air as you processed your thoughts. You gripped the railing with your hands as you thought it all over - you and Chris, the advice Scarlett gave you, that night at the bar. You felt like you were drowning; engulfed by silence but certainly not peaceful, trying to see the clear picture, your next move.

The silence was broken by the sound of footsteps behind you. You didn't move, thinking it was just someone who came out here to smoke and won't bother you. But they were getting closer, sand a pair of strong, familiar arms leaned on the railing next to you.

"Gonna throw me down?" you chuckled bitterly while you raised your eyes to meet his cool blue ones.

"Now why would I do that?" he smiled.

Flashes of sentences you said that day entered your mind, taking on a new meaning from his perspective - "I can't give up on my dream job, I should have given up on us… I don't want you, go away…"

"I don’t know, I figured the way things ended when we last saw each other you wouldn't be the biggest fan of me."

"It's okay. Not a wonderful apology but I'll take it."

You huffed, "I wasn't apologizing, just saying facts." You raised your eyebrow. "But I am really sorry," you sighed, "for everything."

"As I said, it's okay," he smiled.

You both remained quite for a while, standing next to each other looking at the lights below and the stars above, each lost in your own thoughts. After a few minutes you shivered slightly, the cold getting to you and making the exposed skin on your arms fill with goosebumps. You let out a shaky breath, wrapping your hands around yourself. Chris' gaze turned to you, hurriedly taking of his suit jacket and wrapping it around you.

"No, Chris it’s fine, really, you'll get cold without it," you tried to resist, but he wouldn't have it. His hands kept the jacket tight around you, and you could feel the warmth of his palms even through the material. The jacket was warm and smelled like Chris, but you knew it was nothing but a pale imitation.

Chris' look was stern. "Fine," you surrendered, adjusting the jacket around your shoulders.

"So, how've you been?" you asked after a couple of seconds.

"In general? Good I guess. In regards to you? Broody."

You let out a chuckle. "I appreciate the honesty. If it makes you feel any better, I haven't exactly been a ray of sunshine either."

"Damn. The universe really did a number on us didn't it?" Chris smiled sadly, looking up at the moon.

"You believe in the power of the universe? Like, the power it has over us?" You ignored half of his statement.

"Well, I think however you look at it the universe has some form of power over humanity. We're like a pebble in its shoe." He raised his eyebrows at you.

"That annoying, huh? I feel like you may be overestimating the human race here."

He let out a small laugh. "Yeah, maybe. But no matter if you're looking at it from a religious, superstitious or scientific standpoint, the universe is factually enormous, way bigger than us, therefore has more effect on, well, everything."

"Yeah, I get your point. I was asking more about the preordained and stuff," you remarked.

"I don't really know where I stand on in that matter," Chris answered. A small silence followed before you answered.

"Well, to offer my two cents on it – we get dealt certain cards, whether it be by chance, God, our star chart or the freaking, I don't know, Flying Spaghetti Monster," you both chuckled, "so there are things that are beyond our understanding and our control. But we have choices, plenty of them."

"Sometimes it doesn’t feel like that," Chris sighed.

"Not all the choices are good ones."

You both got lost in your thoughts once more, the silence settling between you. You thought about how you couldn't make him have that choice. What if it doesn't work out and you just lost a lot of support for nothing? What if he doesn’t want you anymore? Maybe that's what changed.

"I love that about us," Chris sarcastically broke the silence. You sent him a quizzical look and he continued. "How we can talk about the meaning of the universe before we'd talk about what's actually bothering us."

"Well, it is a very interesting conversation," you smiled sadly.

He sighed, his eyes closing, making his eyelashes flutter across his cheeks. "I can't stop thinking about it. Us." He looked up at you, making your breath hitch. "I just… whatever this is, it's gonna hunt me for the rest of my life if I don’t explore it the furthest I can."

"Curiosity killed the cat," you replied.

"But satisfaction brought it back," Chris quipped back. "Don't you feel the same way I do? Because if you don't, I'll leave it. We can never talk again if that's what you want. But I don't think you do."

"You don't know what I want," you replied softly, feeling the cracks in your heart pry open again.

"You’re right, I don't. But I know what I want. I want to take you out to dinner. I want to kiss you again, without feeling like I'm hurting you. I want to know you, no hesitation or forced boundaries. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. For years I've convinced myself it's wrong, that we would never work out. But it doesn't work out with anyone else either. If you'll have me, I don’t care what happens. I'm willing to take that risk. I'm willing to regret you for the rest of my life." His eyes bore into yours and your breath caught at the intensity of the moment, the raw emotion in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Chris, I…" you swallowed and licked your lips. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, about us, for a really long time now. And I don't think I would ever forgive myself if I continued to push you away." You stepped into his space, face moving up to meet his gaze. "I want this. Maybe even more than anything I've ever wanted. So screw them," you gestured to the roomful of people behind the balcony door, "because I'm tired of holding back."

"Then don't," Chris whispered softly. Your hands went up to cup his face as you brought your lips together. At first it was tentative, a touch of warm lips in the cold night air. Then his tongue was entering your mouth, kissing you like your mouth was air and he was a man drowning, the desperation evident in the way he was devouring you. He pulled you against him, his warmth enveloping you as one hand went to the small of your back and the other to cup the back of your head. You wrapped your hands around his neck, kissing him with passion only he could awaken. Your heart fluttered in your chest, you felt free.

You pulled away to breath, looking into his eyes. And it finally clicked; the answer you were looking for right there in front of you. Being in Chris' arms again felt like coming home. Your heart finally felt healed. How could you have thought you were able to let this man go? The pure truth ringed in your brain – I love him. And you couldn't say it yet, because it would sound ridiculous. But something in you knew. Instead you opted for something more casual.

"Let's get outta here," you said and pecked his lips.

"Oh no, we're doing this right." He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, which was still on you, and took out his phone. "Here, gimmie your number," he murmured against your cheek and pulled away, extending his phone to you. You typed in your number, an amused smile on your face, and returned the phone to him.

"So?" you asked.

"So, we get back in, which by the way, it's a miracle no one has seen us yet."

You giggled at that, "Guess the universe is on our side after all?"

"Maybe," Chris smiled. "Anyway, we get back inside, and tomorrow I'm gonna call you and then take you on an actual date. How does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect," you grinned and pecked his cheek. "Here, take your jacket back," you handed it to him. He took it back and put it on, taking your hand and squeezing it once before going back inside. You stayed outside for a couple of seconds, making sure you look respectable before following him back inside.

Later that night you were already home, drying off your hair from your shower when you heard your phone buzz with a text. It was an unknown number.

"See you tomorrow, goodnight

-CE"

You smiled and saved his number before texting him goodnight back.

That night you fell asleep with a smile on your face. No matter what happens next, you'll have him by your side, and that's more than enough.

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ettawritesnstudies · 4 years ago

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First Line Tag

thanks @writingamongther0ses! I’ll do this with each Storge chapter. I haven’t edited past chapter 4 yet and I’ll be doing a lot of rearranging so these won’t be accurate to the final story but hopefully they’ll be interesting until I have the fixed version! 5-24 are after the cut because this got long.

Tagging: @thiscrypticfangirl @thescatteredscribbles and @soulgazingdotwav if you want!

Chapter 1: Apparently Stealing Earns You A Job In This Society. Who Knew?

It was far too lovely a day for a riot, but not even the cool breeze flapping the fabric of the trader's multicolored tents could prevent Luca from taking advantage of the fact that there was, in fact, a riot.

Chapter 2: Please Don’t Be An Impulsive Idiot

The streets were empty as Luca and Grace walked towards their home from work at Acheran’s shop.

Chapter 3: Everyone Should Learn First Aid. This Has Been a PSA.

Luca slowly opened his eyes as he realized the punches had stopped and dropped his shield in relief.

Chapter 4: Fight! Fight! Fight!

When the vials of magic liquid shattered on the floor of the arena, every Anarchist was immediately transported to outside the city limits in the far northwest, where the canyons and mountains of inner Maaren sloped down to the desert near the sea.

Chapter 5: This Wasn’t The Family Meeting I Expected Today

The family returned to their apartments, and the Avians flew off with promises to meet them in the morning.

Chapter 6: Some Sketchy Sneaky Shit Goes Down In This One / I Give You Permission To Go On A Rampage Now

Everything fell perfectly into place, and Lyss did not have time for the luxury of sentimentality.

Chapter 7: I’ll Check In Tomorrow If I Don’t Wake Up Dead

Luca tried to ignore the knot in his throat as he stood in the middle of their emptied home, staring at the barren room.

Chapter 8: Addelheaded Plans (You Really Ought To Listen To Your Mother)

Last night? The arena fight mentally felt like aeons ago, but his various pains reminded Luca that it was a very present reality.

Chapter 9: I Want To Write A Fight Scene Now and You Can’t Stop Me

Esil heard the sounds of music from outside the palace window and scowled. What sort of leader played the harp while riots broke out all over the city?

Chapter 10: *aggressive head nod* THANK YOU.

Everyone rose as Lyss entered the courtroom and walked towards her throne, and Chara, sitting in the front seats of the room, finally had the chance to really get a close look at the new queen

Chapter 11: Way to Go, Dumbass

Luca was awake again. He sat on the stairs to their house – he refused to think of it as a home, since they’d only been there for a day and he didn’t intend on sticking around much longer anyhow.

Chapter 12: Let’s Go Over The Buddy Rule Again, Shall We?

Aimon tore away from the guard trying to hold her back and chased after Lyss.

Chapter 13: In Which We Finally Get Some Answers

Anda cringed at the silence.

Chapter 14: Hello Naughty Children It’s Murder Time

They spun around to face the passage entrance as it shut, baring their spears and ready for a new breach.

Chapter 15: The Sweet Smell of a Moral Dilemma in the Morning

Enne awoke first, comforted by the small space heater that was her sister sleeping calmly and safely next to her.

Chapter 16: Writing This Was Like Drawing Blood and I Hope You Appreciate It.

Lyss woke to the sound of the city screaming

Chapter 17: Sassing a Murder Might Not Be A Good Idea but ok, I guess...

“We can stop this madness.”

“You caused this,” Esil answered scornfully.

“We all know that’s a lie.”

Chapter 18: I’m Not Crying You’re Crying

Acheran settled on the landing outside of the briefing council, and hesitated until the voices stopped before ducking into the room.

Chapter 19: Plans (none of them)

Luca bit his lip in concentration as he tried to contain the ball of light flickering in his palm.

Chapter 20: If our children could maybe stop ALMOST DYING that would just be really GREAT, wouldn’t it????

The golden warm light of mid-morning washed over the walls of the room and danced across Luca’s bed, gently nudging him from sleep into the ethereal half-consciousness between wake and dreams.

Chapter 21: idk how chapters nor pacing works but the words will be on the page so help me

Enne had to admit that Chara’s job had its perks.

Chapter 22: THE CLIMAX YEEEEEEEEEE

(the real first line is a huge spoiler so have this)

He stated it simply, as if it were the only logical solution to their present dilemma, and his manner was so casual that Chara was nearly sure she misheard.

Chapter 23: The End

A bright blue figure caught his eye about halfway to the Laines, and Acheran waved to catch his sister’s attention. She rushed to him. “Are they ok?!”

“Yes!”

“Both of them??”

“Yes,”

Epilouge:

The palace was buzzing with activity in preparation for the feast that evening.

#wip excerpt #storgewip #first line tag #writeblr tag games #tag tames #whew that was a LOT #forgive my passive voice I'm doing my best to fix it but there are many many words

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musubiki · 5 years ago

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do lime and mochi ever get togehter.,..,

THEY DO.,....but im stuck on....when exactly....

its either gonna be: A) i drag out the slow burn all the way until the last chapter, then give them an epilouge, B) do it a few chapters before it ends right before the final boss battle, or C) do it WAY earlier on so we can have them being cute (but then id have to make some relationship drama which i dont wanna do so itll probably be one of the other 2)

I THINK I MIGHT GO OPTION A WITH SOME BONUS EPILOIGE CHAPTERS JUST CUZ I THINK ITS HILARIOUS THEY ESSENTIALLY SAVE THE WORLD AND GO THROUGH ALL THIS HARD HORRIBLE SHIT BUT THEYRE BOTH LIKE "im scared to tell them i like them,,,,," AND EVERYONE ELSE IS LIKE "HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!??!?!?!!!"

(But i think after a while and shit gets darker and serious they both kinda know.,....its an unspoken thing....,.)

#the decision......#i do want to show them being a couple #if you do slow burn but dont show them eventually being a couple thats a sin

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marley-warriors · 5 years ago

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The ending of Snk

We now have the last Panel as well as the audio for the ending of snk.

Further Isayama states that the climax is imminent. This makes sense with the Anime coming out end of next year.

How long until snk is finished?

As Isayama stated, he collects his chapters into volumes of 4. Right now we are at chapter 119. Most major arcs of snk consist of 20 chapters. For the final battle arc to reach 20 chapters Isayama needs to complete 7 more chapters. This would mean that the Manga ends in February 2020 at 126 chapters.

Since this is the final arc, it might also be possible that there is an additional volume serving almost as an epilouge. That would allow the Manga to finish at 130 chapter, which would be a nice touch on the 13 year curse. It would be as if the reader themselves is cursed to wittness no more than 130 chapters before leaving for good. This would mean the Manga ends in June 2020. This would still allow the anime enough time to adapt if season 4 is another two cour season, with 4B airing in 2021. Overall this would mean the manga continues for another 11 chapters.

What is the ending?

The final panel of Snk shows someone holding a baby, saying “You are free.” There is wide speculation in who this person could be, and will not be adressed in this post.

The audio for the ending of the Manga has also been released in the Final exhibition. It includes the sound of battle, canon fire, strong winds, fire etc. (see snk news to listen to the audio) The audio ends with Armin screaming out for/to Eren. This assures us that Armin and Eren will make it to the end of the Manga.

However the audio file for the last chapter does not match up with the final panel. This seems to suggest that the actual audio is not of the ending of the last chapter, but rather the beginning of the last chapter. The sounds we hear are not the conclusion of snk, but rather the events that will lead up to the conclusion of snk. It may even be that the audio was not intended for the final chapter itself, but rather the climax of snk. Hence the audio could represent a chapter that is 1 or 2 chapters before the final chapter. This would allow a conclusion to the final battle, followed with the softer ending of “You are free”. After all, the baby cannot possibly be free while a war is waging on. This seems to confirm that the audio itself is not for the very ending of snk, but rather the climax of the battle.

#snk #aot #snk spoilers #snk news #snk final chapter #snk final exhibition #isayama hajime #hajime isayama #snk manga #eren yeager #armin alert #titan shifters #marley-warriors-of-demon-blood

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thefruitloop-chan · 6 years ago

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My thoughts on the BNHA Light Novel Volume 1 (Spoilers ahead)

The novel was nice, nothing too major happening in the story but it was more of a side stories that at least revolve around the characters, with their activities and random Shenanigans. Note that this story was also after the Internship arc.

There are 5 parts of the story. Shouto’s visit with his mom, U.A faculty interactions, Iida’s amusement park adventures with Tokoyami, Kaminari and Mineta, Uraraka’s mall adventure with Momo and Tsuyu, and last but not the least the Parent’s day. The Epilouge was funny as heck.

Now let me get start on the first part which was Shouto’s visit his mom.

It was in a way sad, yet, I’m happy to at least to see Shouto talks to his mom to at least catch up. Most of the part in the novel, this part speaks tons of volume when it comes to him especially with his character developement.

The sad part that really gets me was that when Rei offered Shouto a drink and there was a carton of milk inside the fridge. Rei said that it was his favorite drink when he was a child and Shouto didn’t even recall that in his memories or any other good memories for that matter. Which is true in a sense when bad memories are tend to be memorable than that good ones, which is just sad... for me at least.

We also get to see that Fuyumi was the one who was taking care of Rei through out the years and Shouto hasn’t visited his mom for years and the last time he visited was after the Sport’s Festival.

Shouto has a notice of the Parent’s day on his pocket, to him he wanted for his mom to be able to attend but he knew deep inside that she can’t be able to attend so he kept it quiet. That notice accidentally fell of off his pocket and Fuyumi read it and Rei heard it and sadly, she just couldn’t attend... as Shouto really know the outcome, made him more upset.

But really though, I’m glad that Fuyumi happened to read that because this struck my feels to no end okay.

Also note that this was also Shouto’s ‘first parent’s day notice’ So that really means that he probably is home schooled right after the incident. (Also Fuyumi’s attending the Parent’s day)

The next part was the U.A faculty interactions, to be honest it was a funny read.

We get to see the staff hanging out though Vlad was outside roaming around checking the security and roaming around in UA to secure the area and such (squints at Vlad)

Anyways, they (excluding Aizawa because he was busy) are kinda talking about their past experiences on what pranks they did when they were young, like how they used their quirks in a mischievous ways. I like how

Also we get to see here that, FAX MACHINES ARE STILL BEING USED. For 200+ years we are in the future of BNHA and fax machines are still being used and I’m just sitting here and just thinking like how Izuku commented on how the world isn’t doing space exploration right now... How technology is just stunted and just focus more on quirk research and development instead (like improving quirks and such...

I’m not much going to comment much on Iida’s amusement park adventures with Tokoyami, Kaminari and Mineta and Uraraka’s mall adventure with Tsuyu and Momo because one I don’t want to spoil all the novel off and two, it’s a good read and funny to read.

However I will comment that the amusement park shenanigans was nice, too much fluff and Tokoyami is put in the spot light on this one. There’s also a comment on ‘Tokoyami was bitten by a crow’ when he was younger (coughareferencetospidermancoughcough) but to get to that moment I’ll keep my mouth shut.

(To those who wonder, Iida got the tickets to the amusement park. It was all thanks to Native, the hero they saved from Stain. It’s more of a thank you gift for Iida, Izuku and Shouto but at this moment, Izuku was attending a Hero convention while Shouto had other plans. a.k.a visiting his mom. Native was thoughtful of giving them an extra ticket to maybe invite a friend as well so yeah)

While the mall shinanigans was... awkward to say the least. It involve the shoplifter, a horrible outcome on a date and awkward lovers.

But I gotta say, I like the three of them interacting. How Momo is still a little shy when it comes to shopping with friends. How Ochako couldn’t get enough Mochi. (which is understandable) and Tsuyu and Momo helping a friend out on the Mochi situation pfft.

Then there’s the parent’s day.

From the beginning of the chapters, all students are required to write a letter to their parents/guardians that will be attending the event and read it in front of the class and parents for them to hear.

Izuku had a very very hard time on what to write for his mom.

It took him long to even write them because the day before the event he just couldn’t write anything.

What’s worst is that in the end, his letter was burned in a fire from all the explosions. (no that’s not Katsuki’s fault mind you) and we didn’t get to see what he wrote in the end. (If there was an intention in mentioning Hisashi in that letter I would flip but then again, there’s fire... *looks at Hisashi*)

The event on parent’s day happened to have kidnapping, villain *cough* and explosions. Lots and lots of explosions. I won’t spoil it over because it was a nice read and I would like for you guys to read it for yourselves.

There was feels on it and lots of it.

Also have these notes from the Creator and Writer.

That’s all for now

Hope you guys have a good day :)

#loop's discussion #long post

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sharp-teeth-and-archived · 5 years ago

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notsoinnocentlittleangel asked : What kind of ending (post-RDR2) do you envision for Sean, assuming...well, you know...didn't happen?

Random asks / @notsoinnocentlittleangel -- always accepting

I have talked about it before, my idea of Sean of him in the epilogue, if he didn’t die in Rhodes. I even have a verse written up for him there, but I’m always down to talk about it!

In my main verse, I usually intend for it for Sean to be alive, that he didn’t die in chapter three. It just makes things easier, but I do have a still alive au tag. But I do mention his death, because even though I do stray from canon-- I can’t ignore it when writing Sean. I get why he died, but I really wish he lived longer and had more missions. The others’ deaths too, I’m still not over them.

But anyway ! Onto the question!

I feel like I have to mention Sean in chapter six, as I feel like it’s important for his post rdr2 au.

CHAPTER SIX

In chapter six, I’m not sure if Sean would find a partner at this point ( or be more serious with Karen, but I have a feeling maybe not? At least not in my au anyway ). I’m not sure how long the two would’ve lasted together, but that’s another story. But he would definitely be affected by the downfall of the gang. he would no doubt take Arthur’s side and stick by him until the end. I feel like Arthur would persuade Sean to get out of this life as fast as he can, try to get him to leave earlier. But he would go against it, wanting to be around Arthur. He saw him as a role model and he was going to fight for him and help him through his TB. He wasn’t going to just leave him behind, it wouldn’t feel right to him.

I feel like Sean would definitely have said something to Micah, maybe attack him. It wouldn’t make Sean look good, but he would have enough of his ways and Micah probably would pick on Sean a lot. He wouldn’t approach Dutch as much, but not withholding his opinions when Dutch would ask him and do the whole “have faith” speech and with losing loyalty. Even though Sean never liked molly, he wouldn’t feel good about her death. He wouldn’t yell at Grimshaw for it like Karen did, but if Arthur asked him, he would express his opinion: ❝ It’s a mess, Arthur, all of this. ❞ The downfall would weigh heavily on him. He would try o be optimistic, crack jokes, bring some light into the camp, but Sean would be quieter. Probably drink more. There just would be a different atmosphere around Sean, anyone could see that he was affected. I think he would stand up to Dutch when he left John behind and when he left Arthur to die. He could give less of a shit then.

I have to mention that with the bank & train robberies after chapter three, I imagine Sean was in those. Probably went to Garuma with them too.

IN THE EPILOUGE

After chapter six, finally answering the question, Sean would still be a thief for a while to get on his feet. If he hasn’t met someone yet, this would be the time Sean would settle down. Find someone a few years or maybe even a year after. He would still keep in contact with everyone else. He wouldn’t be able to write them letters, but he probably comes across them like John did. Meet at a train station, in Saint Denis, at a bar, etc. But during those few years after 1899, Sean would be completely off the map. There wouldn’t be too much exposure, even though he is thieving throughout this period. Mary-Beth and the others probably wouldn’t know where he went and what he was doing.

After meeting the person he wants to settle down with, Sean would likely want to start a family, settle down for once. Maybe his child wasn’t planned, and through that -- Sean got more mature. I’d imagine throughout the later chapters of the game, he became more like Arthur and matured more. Of course, he is still his energetic, chaotic good, self, but he’s more careful and giving. Having a child would just be the last push. He would find that it would be better to live a lawful life. Being with the gang, he saw that Pinkertons weren’t something to screw with. He had to be more careful. He was able to secure himself a job, some hard labor job or maybe even get a job as a cashier at a general store. Just something that wasn’t committing crimes. He couldn’t avoid the life of crime for long though, he still had tendencies. When money got tight, Sean had to steal.

This goes into the epilogue stage, Sena is still working at a job, has a family. He tries not to get his children into a life of crime. He wants his children to live a different childhood than him. He would bring them to school, make sure they attend. He just wants a better life for them, be given opportunities Sean never got. He would be a supportive dad for sure.

In the epilogue, Sean would team up with Sadie and John. I don’t think he would do the bounties that they did, he’s still anxious around bounty hunters and is still affected by his time with them in Blackwater. He would join John with getting back Uncle from the skinners, that’s where his line crosses. But he would help John with his house, tracking down Micah and his gang. He would join in taking down Micah, saying how he wants to avenge Arthur. He gets would get drunk at John’s wedding though.

I can also see a verse where Sean doesn’t have a family of his own, but I always kind of thought Sean would. It’s always what I imagined in my mind. He would tell his children about Arthur, stories of his dad, the gang. He would name ( be used as a middle name ) his son Arthur, a nod to his role model. Sean would visit Arthur’s gang yearly. In the few years after his death, Sean would visit every camp location. He would still travel to them years later. He would cry on the day Arthur died, on Arthur’s birthday, even when John died.

IN 1911 ( RDR1 ) & BEYOND

In a happier verse, Sean ends up having a pretty moderate income. he wouldn’t be rich or anything, but he’d have a steady flow. His children would have good jobs and have an encouraging father who does anything he can to make their childhoods a good one. In 1911, his children would likely be around eight-years-old or younger. I’d imagine they were born in the early 1900′s. His daughter would grow up to be a teacher and be an advocate for women’s voting rights. His son would grow up to be a banker or doctor. Sean would have a healthy relationship with his partner and have a happy family. They would be out of the city and live in the countryside, with a pretty good-sized house, similar to John’s.

In a sadder alternative: They still don’t have a good income. Even though Sean is the only one working, his partner being a stay at home parent, in both verses, he’s pay wouldn’t be good. He would have to go back to the field he’s skilled at since childhood -- robbing. He’s target whatever stagecoach he can find, even rob from people riding out on their hoses. Steal horses from farms and sell them, fence items. From living this lifestyle, Sean would be shot and killed by an angry man. He hunted him down, finding out who exactly was the person stealing his horses, and Sean would be gunned down. His family would have a worse financial situation, be forced to move back into the city. His children likely wouldn’t get the jobs they would have in the “happy ending” verse.

#asks #notsoinnocentlittleangel #//long post #( sorry this got super long )#( 𝑨 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 ; headcanon (( Sean ))#( 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌? ; asks (( Sean ))#( We're not who we used to be ; epilogue au (( Sean ))#//rdr2 spoilers

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dokoni-mo · 4 years ago

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Fireworks || Darth Vader x Reader

(A/N ***please read if you havent read the epilouge to my series*** : yes hi I wanted this to go out earlier but oopsie ig lmao, but I was inspired by the fireworks of last night so yuhhh :))) This is based off my vader x reader series, but not canon to the story!! (or maybe it is, i’ll let you be the judge of that). for those of you who havent read the epilogue of my series Far Away, Together, all you need to know is that vader and his bby yeeted out the empire and now are living in the middle of nowhere together :)) taglists are open, enjoy!!)

(P.S.: if you wanna read the epilogue, you can find it here, as well as all the other chapters of FaT)

WARNINGS: None!! Very fluffy

Key: (F/N) = first name

Word Count: ~3200

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You both always hated it when you had to go to the wreckage, but you both knew that you had to.

After fixing your love a nice lunch and leaving him to eat in his meditation chamber, you begrudgingly pulled on your going-out clothes, a slight frown on your face all the while. Pulling on your walking boots and securing your tools to your belt, you heard your love’s meditation chamber open and close, alongside his heavy footsteps drawing closer and closer to you. Your hearing perking up, you noticed how he stopped in the doorway without having to turn your head.

You smiled to yourself. You could feel his gaze on you, warming your heart.

“When do you plan to return, darling?” Vader asked you, his voice as deep and rumbling as ever. If this had been some years ago, you would have been scared. But now, all you felt was warmth.

Maker, you were so in love.

“I’ll be back before sundown, Vee.” you responded without turning to him, combing out your hair with your fingers.

You could practically feel how much he didn’t like that. It made the air thick yet almost uncomfortably sharp at the same time. Your smile faded a little at this. You hated leaving for so long just as much as he did, but you had to go. His bacta tank had been acting funky recently, and you had finally narrowed the problem down to the filter.

And, of course, you were all out of filters.

This meant you had to go to the wreckage of the crashed Star Destroyer to find a new one, or at least the parts you needed to make one.

Your favorite activity.

Your smile now completely faded away, you reached inside one of your dresser drawers, retrieving out a long, black cloth from it. The ends of the cloth were heavily tattered and torn, and there were even large holes in some areas.

His old cape.

Since he hardly wore it anymore, you took it over as your own. He had long since abandoned the black one for a medium-toned blue one you had made him not too long ago. He told you that he wore that one because you had made it, but you knew the real reason.

After the Empire fell, he wanted to shed as much of the past as possible, and did this little by little. It started with his cape, but has slowly branched out to other means.

For example, his saber.

“Take my weapon with you, dear. Use it to protect yourself while I am not present.” you heard him say as you fastened his old cape around your shoulder such that the cloth ran diagonally across your body, scraping only slightly on the floor. Turning to face him, you smiled up at his mask, the sound of his steady breath filling your ears.

He always worried about you. Ever since you had professed your love for one another, he seemed to never stop worrying. You would ordinarily tease him for things like this, but you knew better in this situation. You knew he had lost so many in his life…

And you knew losing you would destroy him, once and for all.

So, it was clear to you why he troubled himself so much about you. And it was even clearer why this worry was even greater when you had to make these trips. He couldn’t come with you, much to your shared disdain. The hike would be too strenuous on him. Even though he had survived his encounter with his old master…

It still did a large number on his health.

You didn’t want to shorten his lifespan, so you made these trips by yourself.

Even though you both knew this and accepted it, this didn’t stop his worry. He always made you take his saber with you, even if you had your own blaster.

Stepping closer to your love, your eyes stayed upon his mask as you took one of his hands into your own, pressing a soft kiss on the leather of his gloves as he looked down upon your face. Looking back up to meet his gaze, a small, warm smile enveloped your features.

Vader wondered how someone could be so damn perfect.

“I will, don’t worry.” you assured him, “Where is it?”

“I have placed it in our safe, my sweet.” he rumbled out, his gaze unable to falter from off of your frame.

Giving him a firm nod and standing on your tip-toes, you placed a small peck on the cheek of his mask before pushing past him, the tatters of his old cape upon your shoulders fluttering in the breeze of your steps.

Vader almost never carried his saber anymore. The crimson blade only reminded him of the past. He only seemed to wield it if he sensed some sort of danger threatening to disrupt your shared home. These instances were often in the middle of the night, and often woke you up from your sleep. And, even more often, there was absolutely no danger.

He was always so hard to calm down on those nights…

And even harder to convince to go back to sleep.

Stopping your steps in front of the safe, your knelt down in front of its door, punching in the code to open it as you felt his presence draw behind you. Reaching in, you wrapped your hands around the cool, polished metal of the hilt of his saber, attaching it to your belt as you closed the safe and stood up again. Turning on your heel, you were a bit spooked when you realized just how close he was. Taking a tiny step back, you looked up at his mask.

He seemed… off.

Even more so than usually when you had to go out.

Feeling his shift in mood, you shot up a warm smile at him before turning your gaze to the cape around his shoulders. Reaching your hands up, you took the blue cloth into your hands, smoothing it out as you spoke.

“Vee, I’ll be fine. I’ve done this a million times before, and there’s always nothing out there.” you tried to reassure him.

“I am aware, my dear.” he rumbled out.

Despite him not having much flavor to the inflections in his deep voice, you knew he wasn’t convinced. Moving your hands from his lapel to his mask, you cradled the metal in your palms, making him meet your gaze.

“Then there’s no need to worry, hmm?”

Gazing down at you in a long moment of silence, Vader contemplated your words. You wondered if he would ever say anything, but were quickly met with an answer as he placed his much larger hands upon yours.

“I suppose not…” he finally said.

You breathed out a smile as he continued.

“But please do be careful, my sweet. I shall eagerly await your return.”

Letting out a soft giggle, you gave him a broad, dopey smile as you spoke your response.

“Whatever you say, loverboy.”

~~~

The hike to the wreckage had left you sweaty and sore. It always did, but this didn’t stop you from complaining silently to yourself. Wiping the sweat that moistened your brow, you gazed upon the familiar wreckage for a moment before stepping inside, watching the ground to avoid any missteps.

The filters were usually located in the old medical bay of the old Star Destroyer. Fortunately, the walk from the entrance to the demolished medical bay wasn’t all that far. However, it was extremely dark. The power of this ship had gone out long ago, and darkness had quickly made it’s new home in it's dilapidated walls. Your pupils widening in the dark, you reached down to your belt, pushing your cape out of the way.

Your hand finding a long, cool cylinder of metal, you shot out a quick smile as your fingers wrapped around it.

Your love always was there for you, to guide you in the dark.

Unclipping the saber from your belt, you made sure to point the tip away from you as you pushed the igniter, springing the weapon to life. With a continuous, dull humm, the crimson of the blade illuminated your face in red, as well as your nearby surroundings. Wrapping your other hand around the hilt, you held your love’s weapon firmly as you made your way through the wreckage, following the red light that surrounded you.

Trailing on for a long while, you were eventually met with the old medical wing. Securing the saber into your left hand, you held it above your head as you pushed the doors open, the metal making an awful squeak as you did so.

Searching around the cracked and damaged storage bins and compartments of the old unit, you were pleased when you found a clean, unused filter. Hissing out a quiet yes to yourself, you took Vader’s old cape from off your shoulders and placed it on the ground. Putting the filter on top of the cloth, you made a make-shift bag out of the cape.

Bunching up the fabric and slinging it over your shoulder, you jumped as you heard a crash from behind you. Letting out a yelp and turning on your heel quickly, your heart started to race as you gripped both hands onto the crimson blade’s hilt, ready to strike at any moment.

When you were greeted with nothing but the sight of wreckage, you let your shoulders relax. Your heartrate slowing, you realized that there were no intruders or critters there to kill you. Dropping your gaze to the floor, you were met with the sight of a knocked-over crate. Focusing your eyes harder, you noticed an odd substance spilling out of the crate.

Kneeling down, you kept your lover’s saber above your head as you went in for a closer look. Your eyes adjusting in the red light, you were able to make out what the substance was.

Powder.

Overcome by your curiosity, you reached your hand down and took a few granules of the powder in between your pointer finger and thumb. Rubbing your two phalanges together as you brought them closer to your face, your eyebrows raised as you finally were able to deduce what it was.

Black powder.

Shifting your gaze down to the contents of the knocked-over crate, you saw that there were other tubes of other types of powders from a plethora of different materials.

Seeing these items struck an old chord deep inside you. You were familiar with what they would do when mixed together, but this familiarity was sourced from a long, long time ago. All the way back from when the empire was just forming. All the way back from your home planet…

As the memories flooded your mind, you felt the grip you had on your love’s saber tighten without you having to think about it. Realizing this, your lips parted as the beginnings of an idea formed in your mind. Letting it form for a few more moments, you smiled softly as you slipped the cape-bag off of your shoulders and opened it up, placing a few canisters of powder into it alongside the filter.

Tonight would be a good night for you and him.

~~~

Just as you had promised, you were back to the house before sundown. In fact, the excitement you felt from your idea coupled with the promise of returning to him made you come back before the sun had even begun to set, your steps having a certain pep to them.

Pushing open the door to your shared home, you called out an I’m home as you closed it behind you. Almost instantly, you heard the sound of his boots thudding over to you, alongside the sound of his respirator. Setting down his saber on a small table, you noticed in your peripheral a large, looming, black figure watching you from afar. A smile forming on your face, you turned your head towards the figure.

Your love.

You could tell from the aura around him that he was happy you were home again.

“(F/N),” he rumbled out, a hint of amusement in his voice, “How was your voyage?”

“It was good.” you responded, adjusting the cape-bag on your shoulder as you kicked off your boots, “I found another filter, and even a little surprise for later.”

Your love tilted his armored head at this. He often did when he was curious.

He was too damn cute sometimes.

“A surprise?” he asked.

“Yes, a surprise, Vee.” you said as you walked up to him, standing on your tiptoes to press a soft, quick kiss on his mask’s cheek as you walked past him to the living area.

Turning to face you, your love stayed put as he spoke, his gaze seemingly unable to falter off of your frame as you poured your bag’s contents out on the floor and sat in front of it.

“What is it, darling?” he asked, making you breathe out a giggle as you glanced up at him.

“If I tell you, then it won’t be a surprise anymore.” you said.

You could tell he was miffed as you saw his shoulders and posture stiffen. You could only smile as you started to poke through the items you had brought home.

“I wish to know what you are scheming, my dear.” he rumbled out.

You giggled again. Maker, you found him almost too damn cute.

“You’ll find out eventually what I’m scheming, love.” you said as you began to unscrew the lids to the powder canisters, “I promise you’ll like it.”

“I do not doubt that, my sweet.”

“Then stop fretting.” you giggled again, “Come on, you can help by keeping me company while I set this up.”

Realizing that he would get absolutely nowhere by pestering you further, Vader gave in to your scheme. Entering into the living room, he found a place where he could comfortably watch you work.

Watching you do what you were best at was one of his favorite pass-times.

And knowing what you were doing was for him only made it better.

~~~

He was spending some time in his meditation chamber when you finished. Instead of immediately getting him out of there, you took the opportunity to set up your scheme, as he called it.

Taking a blanket out of your storage closet, you picked up your scheme alongside the cloth and carried it outside. Finding a nice clearing of grass, you laid out the blanket in just the right spot.

It was now night time, and the cool breeze of the darkness made your hair sway as you set up your scheme. Once it was all finished, you stood up from your crouching position, looking out on the fields of your new home planet with a small smile on your face.

It was the perfect night. It was the perfect night for him. The stars were as bright as ever, and the rich blues and blacks of night accented the green of the vegetation so very well.

This was all for him. You loved him endlessly, and you dedicated yourself to making the rest of his days as comfortable as possible. He had been through so, so much…

And you hoped that nights like this would help him accept everything and move on.

Maker above, did you try so hard to make him accept the past.

But you didn’t mind.

Not one bit.

Dusting off your hands, you headed back inside once everything was complete. Making your way into your shared bedroom, you focused your gaze upon the meditation pod that took up nearly half of the space. Slowly but surely, you reached up your hand and knocked gently on the metal.

“Vee?” you called out, hoping you weren’t disturbing him too much, “Your surprise is ready, if you wanna come out…”

After a moment, the metal of the pod finally raised up with a sharp hiss, causing you to take a step back. Watching him rise from his seated position and begin the motions of stepping out, you stepped forward. Taking one of his hands into yours and draping your arm across his back, you helped him step down from the pod, giving him support in case he started to feel weak.

“Have you finished your scheme, darling?” he asked you once he was stable.

You breathed out a smile, keeping his hands secure in your own.

“Yes, love. My scheme is done,” you said, “Come on, come see.”

With that, you turned on your heel and led him by the hand outside. You could feel that he was perplexed, but pushed on anyway. You only stopped once you reached the blanket you had laid out.

“Here we are,” you cooed, “Take a seat, Vee.”

Following your request, he shifted his weight to sit upon the blanket, leaning some of it upon you as you helped him be seated. Taking a seat next to him, you reached out and grabbed a panel of buttons you had thrown together that evening. Fiddling with the panel, Vader looked down at you as you worked, feeling his heart swell with awe and pride.

He had never been so in love.

“Do you wish to finally tell me what this plot is, my dear?” he asked, making you smile.

“Yes, I do.” you responded without looking up from the buttons.

“Then please, enlighten me.”

Letting out a giggle at his teasing vocabulary, you spoke your response.

“Well, in my home village, we called them color rockets, but you probably know them as fireworks. We would make our own and launch them on holidays or days of harvest…”

Pressing one final button, the sound of one of your home-made fireworks launching filled your ears. Shifting your gaze to the sky, your smile broadened as you saw the streaks of color illuminate the night, the hues reflecting on your skin and in yours eyes.

Looking to him, your eyes softened with warmth as you continued.

“Or, we would make them as a token of love for our partners.”

Vader couldn’t even begin to think of something to say in that moment. He was unquestionably, undeniably, and totally speechless.

You were so damn beautiful. Both inside and out, your beauty outshone even the brightest stars in the galaxy. Even though the two of you had been together for years now, he still wondered why you chose him of all people. You were so good, and when the two of you met…

He wasn’t.

Not in the slightest.

He was cruel.

Mean.

Unforgiving.

Evil.

Yet still, even through all the bad, even through all his baggage, even through all the moments where his past came back to haunt him…

You stayed with him. Supported him, even…

Loved him, even.

And maker above did he love you for it.

Alongside all the other million reasons why he loved you.

He hoped that you didn’t mind that he didn’t know what to say in that moment. The way you smiled up at him and looked at him said that you didn’t, and that was all the confirmation he needed. Reaching up his hand, he placed it upon your cheek, holding your face as gently as he could. He felt his heart swell as your smile broadened as you leaned into his touch, placing your small hands on top of his own.

Maker above, if Lord Vader were able to stop time…

He would do it in this exact moment.

Never in his life had he felt so at peace…

So in love…

So relaxed…

So...

Free.

~~~

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Holding Out for a Hero- Steve Rogers x Reader Pt.10

a/n- This is the last chapter :( but i do have an epilouge in the works, also just so many more ideas, so keep an eye out for that! thank you so much for all the love of this fic, it means a lot <3 Enjoy!!

part 9

You woke up when the bright morning light hit your eyes. You felt a pair of warm arms circling you from behind and remembered last night's events with a smile. You felt Steve's deep breaths from behind you, still asleep. You got up, careful not to wake him, and went in the shower. There was a dull ache between your legs, but you accepted your fate graciously. Super-soldier dick does not disappoint.

You got out of the shower, drying quickly and putting on a shirt and panties. You went to wake up Steve.

You got back on the bed and nudged Steve, kissing his neck gently. He groaned softly and opened his eyes. "Hey," you said softly. "Morning," he replied in a deep sleepy voice, sneaking his arms around you and embracing you against his chest. "You wanna go down for some breakfast?" you asked him. He shook his head and buried his head in your neck.

You stayed like this for a little while, laying in each other's arms. Eventually, your stomach rumbled and you both laughed. "Okay, let me just shower and we'll go eat," Steve said, chuckling at you.

He took a quick shower, putting on his clothes from yesterday while you got dressed. You went down to the kitchen, the pain between your legs prominent when you walked. You winced, trying to hide it from Steve but he saw you. "Sorry," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "It's okay, it was worth it," you winked at him, smiling at his cuteness. Can't believe that's the guy who fucked me into the mattress like 8 hours ago.

"Piggyback?" he asked simply. "Can't say no to that," you laughed and jumped on his back, wrapping your legs around him tightly.

When you got to the common floor you saw Jules and Bucky sitting on the sofas there, talking quietly. Bucky's back was turned to you, but Jules saw you and raised her brow, smiling smugly. You stuck your tongue out at her, smiling and resting your head on Steve's neck. Steve put you down in the kitchen, where you both got yourselves breakfast. You went out at sat down next to Jules and Bucky. You had breakfast with them, talking about your last missions and life in general.

You said goodbye to Steve, knowing you both need to go about your day, and Bucky left as well. Jules sent you a meaningful look, "Well?"

"What?" you feigned innocence. "You know what! Did you sleep with Steve Rogers?"

"Lower your voice!" you chastised her and laughed. "But yeah, I did." You smiled smugly. Jules raised her brow expectantly. "And?"

"It was really good." You giggled. "Well, I hate to say it, but I told you so," Jules said, giggling with you. You rolled your eyes at her. "But honestly, the date was just as fun." You told Jules the events of last night.

"I'm so happy for you," Jules hugged you. "But you really have gotta admit," she smiled and you knew exactly what she was going to say. "Super-soldier dick does not disappoint," you said simultaneously, laughing.

Over the next month, you and Steve went on a lot more missions together, taking down bad guys and looking good doing it. Most nights, either you slept in Steve's room or he in yours. The best nights you've ever had were spent in Steve's arms, whether it's the steamy sex or just cuddles and deep conversations, your love for Steve grew more and more every day. You two have never said that to each other yet, but it was evident in everything you did. You just… waited for the right moment. Neither of you wanted to screw this up.

One morning you were sleeping alone in your room, a rare occurrence these days, and woke up to Jarvis' voice. "Good morning." Considerably less nice than yesterday, you huffed, remembering waking up to Steve's kisses, that escalated to, ahem, other things. "What?" you asked, annoyed at the abrupt wake-up call. "Your presence has been requested in the meeting room in 30 minutes."

"Thank you, Jarvis." You got up to get ready, curious as to why you were called for a meeting so soon.

You entered the meeting room about five minutes before the meeting was supposed to start according to Jarvis, your cup in your hand because you didn't want to be late. When you entered, you saw Natasha and Tony were already there and took a seat next to them. You bid each other good morning and sat in silence while Isabelle and Scarlet Witch - Wanda, came in and sat next to you.

"Okay, now that you're all here we can start," Tony finally spoke, getting up from his chair and pulling up a presentation. "We have a little ummm… 'girl power' mission for you, if you will." He pressed a button and the picture of a short bald man, with a twisted smile smeared across his face. The picture was taken in a very low light, making it hard to see the man clearly, yet you had already created a perfect picture of him in your head, and it wasn't a pretty one.

"Turner Sweeney," Tony continued. "night club owner, weapon smuggler, human scumbag. He's been using his club as a cover to make deals with some pretty dangerous people, and he's beginning to gain some serious traction lately. That's where you girls come in." He stopped, sipping his coffee then continued. "We got word that he'll be making a bit of a yard sale in two weeks. Inviting most of the powerful people in the area to buy his guns. That kind of supply is going to make the streets impossible to walk in. So, in 12 days you all are going to infiltrate the club as dancers, waitresses, guests, whatever. Each one from her own position needs to try and find Sweeny, and make sure there's enough evidence to arrest him. Clear?" We all nodded. "Collect your files. Good luck." Tony dismissed the meeting and left the room. We all stayed in the meeting room, reading our files silently.

"So," Nat spoke first, "What role did you get?" she smiled. "I'm dancing, apparently."

"Waitress," Wanda answered.

"Club-goer" Isabelle smiled.

"I'm dancing too," you smiled at Nat. "Guess they wanted more people behind the scenes."

"Yeah. I suggest we pair up- Wanda and Isabelle, you're ground team. See if you can get any info that can help us, or a way to get to Sweeny." They both nodded at Nat.

"And we can have a good vantage point of the club," you agreed with Nat. "Try and get to him from behind the scenes."

"Let's do this," Wanda smiled and you all left the meeting room to prepare for the mission.

You spent the next week and a half getting ready for the mission. Natasha and you felt ridiculous in "dance class", as you called it, but you knew it was for the sake of the mission.

You knew Steve was a little nervous about you going on your own, so you spared him the details of the mission, simply telling him you were going to bust an arms deal. You knew if he wanted to, he could just see what the mission was himself, but he didn’t really trust himself to let you out on the field on your own, so he didn't read the files.

Finally, the day of the mission came by. You all geared up and took the Quinjet to the city, where you switched into your disguise clothes and took a cab to the club.

When you arrived, you saw the letters shining in neon; Amnesia. You chuckled as you entered the seemingly typical nightclub. You were alert, ready for anything – after you failed to identify the risk Oliver possessed, you were determined to not let anything else get past you.

You had the urge to scrunch up your nose at the overpowering smell of sweat coming from the dancing crowd, feeling sorry for Wanda and Isabelle who split up from you and went to their respective positions amongst them. You and Nat went to a door in the side of the room.

You got into the hallway, faking casual chatter as you got into the dressing room. You observed everyone warily, but they all seemed innocent enough, getting ready to put on a show. You and Natasha got dressed finding places to discreetly stash knives and a gun.

You listened to the chatter around the room. Seems the dancers either didn't know or didn't care about the upcoming weapons sale; they were talking about mundane things, asking each other for a makeup product or another.

The talking began to die down, reduced to a soft murmur. You averted your gaze from the shoes you were putting on to find a large man coming your way, the cause of the quieting down in the room.

"Five minutes," he announced to the room, then completed his way over to you. "Boss likes to look at the new ones," he said curtly. "You two, come."

You and Natasha looked at each other briefly and followed. This could be your chance. You brushed your hair away from your face, turning on the mic in your earring which would allow to record the audio of whatever was going to happen.

The man led you through some corridors filled with closed doors, and you were getting closer to an open one.

"…two days, yes," you heard from inside the room. "In advance? That's impossible, buddy, you'd have to come here yourself if you want the best products in town."

You guessed it was a phone call. You wished you could hear the other side of it because that wasn't enough evidence. You stood in the entrance to the room, the man with you cleared his throat. In the room, you saw Turner Sweeney, as slimy as ever, sitting on a leather couch and talking on the phone. When he saw you, he quickly muttered, "Yeah, best in town. Listen, I gotta go, but you should come, I promise you it's gonna be worth it." He hung up the phone, turning his attention to you and Natasha, fake smiling to the best of your abilities. You contemplated trying to steal his phone, but What are the chances he records his calls? Low to zero. Messages, on the other hand, might be useful. Jury's still out.

Sweeney smiled at you, unabashedly eyeing you up and down. His gaze made you want to take a shower to wash it off of yourself, and you fought down a shudder.

"Hello, ladies," he drawled, "Lovely to meet you." He seemed to be looking down at your boobs when he said the last part, and you released a breath through your nose as you fought to keep smiling calmly and seductively. "I just like to, well, get to know my new recruits," he winked at patted his lap. "Come here," he smiled what you were sure he thought was a seductive smile, but looked more like a twisted grimace. You and Nat made your way to him, her sitting down on his lap and you beside him, playing the part and resting your hand on his shoulder.

"So, what do you wanna know?" you asked sweetly. He pseudo-contemplated it, then asked, "Are you gonna make me some money tonight?" You and Natasha nodded. "Well, I know you enough already!" he said triumphantly, "Is there something you'd like to ask?"

Who rejected you so badly you need attention from random women?

But this was your chance and you couldn't blow it. You saw Natasha's hand traveling across Sweeney's hand, clearly reaching for the phone. So, you decided to go a little off-script to buy her some time.

"Actually," you looked at him bashfully through your lashes, "my boyfriend asked if there's anything I could do to get him an entrance Friday night. Anything at all, really," you said in a coquettish tone, shrugging your shoulders in a deliberate manner. Sweeney eyed you up and down, raising his brow. "Well, I'm sure something can be arranged, but you can go now," he said, the last part directed at Natasha who had expertly drawn his phone from his pocket. "Bye," she smiled, hiding the phone and leaving.

"So, anything at all huh?" Sweeney smiled predatorily at you. You nodded and bit your lip shyly. You knew stroking his ego and acting submissively can get you a long way with guys like him. On the other hand, you knew exactly what he wanted, and you definitely were not gonna give it to him, so you needed to not look too excited. "Well, just tell me the name and number of your boyfriend then, and I can call him and talk to him right now," he smiled. Typical, thinking the guy owns the woman.

He reached into his pocket, as you knew he inevitably will. "Well, his name is Sebastian," you started improvising. "Hang on a second, sweetheart." He searched his pockets rapidly.

Now, you can say a lot of things about Turner Sweeney, most of them are bad, but when it comes to his own safety, he's not dumb. "That bitch took my phone!" he arrived at the unfortunately true conclusion. You gasped, feigning shock. "Is this a bad time? Maybe I could--"

"Go dance," he cut you off, leaving the room and gesturing to the bodyguard next to the door to come with him. You knew he would be after Nat, but she can take care of herself.

Meanwhile, you were left in Sweeney's private room with nothing but one bodyguard between you and the damning documents that are probably in here. You got up and timidly walked up to the man. "Should I expect him back soon-" you reached for your gun- "or should I--" you hit his head with the handle of the gun, knocking him out cold.

You mentally cheered for yourself as you quickly ran to look through the drawers in the room. You hoped both you and Nat had enough time.

You rummaged through useless club paperwork and he was probably committing fraud but that's not what you were worried about right now. In a closet, you found a bunch of expensive-looking wines and a safe – bingo. You wrecked your head for all the paperwork you had read about Sweeney, remembering his birth year and trying that. It didn't work, neither did his birthday. It couldn't be a loved one's birthday, since he had none of those, and he didn’t look sophisticated enough to pick and remember a random number. You were grasping at straws, but you had nothing to lose, so you entered the code- 6969.

A green light blinked and the safe opened. People can be really predictable.

You glanced at the paperwork, seeing it detailed several illegal arms deals that can put Sweeney away. You gathered it, running past the knocked-out bodyguard, navigating your way in the hallways and into the club, where Nat, Wanda, and Isabelle were fighting the bodyguards. Several people were filming the scene, and Sweeney was shouting at his bodyguards. "They're a bunch of chicks! Take them down already!"

You knew the situation needed to be diffused, and quickly. You started clapping.

"What a performance! Ladies and gentlemen, you did some excellent stunt work. Let's give it up for them!" you continued clapping and the confused crowd gratefully excepted your narrative and started clapping along. "We thought tonight's show could have a little more pazzaz," you smiled and go closer to Sweeney. You put your hand on his back. "You're gonna come with me quietly. No fuss," you whispered to him as the club-goers cheered. "Thank you! Have a great time!" you said to the crowd, leading Sweeney outside while Nat, Isabelle, and Wanda take advantage of the guards' confusion and follow you. Outside, you delivered Sweeney to the cops who were waiting, along with testimony and very compelling evidence from all of you that would put him behind bars for good.

Back at the compound, everyone congratulated you on your successful mission. Apparently, someone live-streamed the fight, so they had an idea of how it ended. After saying hi to everyone you practically ran to Steve's room. He was the only one not there, having "gone to sleep" and asked not to be interrupted.

Predictably, he wasn't in his room. You made your way to the training rooms. When you didn’t find him reliving his stress there, you started to get worried. You wondered where on earth could he be, when you remembered the training room on the end of the floor, the one that was secluded. The one where Steve asked you to be his girlfriend. You smiled softly and made your way there.

Looking in, you saw Steve, punching a punching bag with all the power he had, which means it was close to breaking down. "Hey," you greeted, shaking him out of his reverie.

His head snapped in your direction, and once he saw you the tension visibly went out of his shoulders. He smiled a relieved smile as you walked towards him, smiling brightly. You sat down on the floor, your back, still sweaty from the mission to Steve's chest, sweaty from the workout, but you both didn't care. You told Steve about the mission and he peppered your neck with kisses. Even though you didn't see his face you knew he was listening, because every time you talked about Sweeney's disgustful-ness you felt him tense up behind you.

You finished your story. "It went really well. I'm glad I could help bring such a man to justice."

"Help bring him to justice? You brought him to justice!" Steve said and you turned to face him, smiling timidly but genuinely, for the first time tonight. "You were amazing on the field," Steve continued, "and you're amazing off of it too." His hand went up to caress your cheek and he kissed you softly. You parted, your foreheads still touching.

"I'm happy you're back alright," Steve stated, and then, in a quieter voice, as if he was telling you a secret, he said, "and I couldn't be happier you came back to me." His eyes went up to meet yours. "I love you."

You smiled brightly at him, and your heart swelled at the sight of his eyes. They were filled with so much love and affection, and you were sure yours looked about the same. "I love you too, Steve. So much."

Your mouths touched in the tentative dance you both knew so well already, but this time it seemed like it was new, it had a new meaning. Every fiber in your body seemed to scream - I love you, I love you, I love you- the words, the feeling, coursing through your body. And in return, Steve shouted it as well; silently, but your heart heard.

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