#and swears up and down that ezra came like that

[stealthetrees]

Star Wars Rebels time travel au. Ghost crew ends up in clone wars era and they go to Coruscant bc that’s where things happen. Kanan thinks ‘yes the perfect opportunity to socialize my feral padawan’ and puts 14 year old Ezra in a class with other padawans his age. Kanan has tea with Depa and Mace but gets a call 20 minutes later to please come pick up your padawan. Ezra started two fights, bit someone, threw a knife at the teacher, and used almost every swear word known to sentient life.

[magpiepills]

Sagittarius

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Ezra x f reader

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: you and Ezra in your pod.

Warnings: SMUT! PIV, helmet riding, slight bondage? Idk what else.

A word from the author: has anyone done riding Ezra’s helmet yet? No matter. Here’s mine. With gratitude to the mutuals and the magic sluts.

Your meeting was an improbability on a largely deserted moon. He had talked so sweet, so flattering, so genteel. Like chloroform on a pretty handkerchief. Lorenzo fell for it, too. Lorenzo always was a sucker.

Ezra says he’s sorry.

Sorry he tried to rob you. Sorry he shot your husband dead. Even if Lorenzo did shoot first, you had really wanted to be the one to dispatch the conniving bastard, and he took that from you. The way he squirmed and huffed now, well, that’s his own doing.

If robbery and murder weren’t great enough offenses, he’d had the gall to track you all the way back to your rented pod and barge right in. He couldn’t just get away with that.

You’d heard him. He rattled the door, forced it open, metal creaking and groaning against rusted metal followed by heavy boots thudding against the corrugated metal floor. You’d already stripped down to your tank top and underwear, a futile attempt at staving off the humid heat of Bakhroma Green. There was no time to get dressed now. You held your thrower in both hands, finger itching at the trigger and your back against the brittle plastic of the pod walls. Fool as he was, he came in head first. When the butt of your Frontiersman didn’t quite connect with the required force, Ezra wheeled around and snatched your weapon away, flinging it clear across the pod.

Incensed, you charged at him. Grabbing him, wrenching his arm back and pulling until he hollered and fell forward. You let his weight drop onto the floor, he groaned and bared his teeth, writhing pathetically at your feet. Good. Serves him right. You watched him for a moment, hands on your hips and head cocked. There wasn’t time to consider the next step in dealing with your intruder. He was on the floor and you had the upper hand. You couldn’t let him get up, that was certain.

No sooner was your mind made than you threw yourself on him, doing your best to pin him down and get him into a headlock or something to incapacitate him long enough for you to toss him back out of the ship and leave him to die. Ezra grunted and panted, bucking and rolling, trying his best to throw you off of his back. You held your own as long as you could, but he was furious and strong. In a flash he grabbed your hair and flipped you both, knocking the wind from your lungs. The ensuing melee saw you tumbling and flailing about the pod, each of you trying hard to get the other to stay still. Panting, sweating, grunting, swearing. You aren’t sure how you end up on his back, holding him with his arms bent. Thankfully, he had no energy left to fight, because neither did you. You needed to tie him up.

It wasn’t ideal. None of this was, really. It was a shit show from the start and you’ve just had to accept that and somehow get through it. You did the only thing you could do under the circumstances and you tied him up with your panties. The fabric was probably cutting off his circulation and the knot may not hold long, but it was good enough. You did your best to put out of your mind the fact that you’re naked from the waist down now. It didn’t matter if he saw, you told yourself. As quickly as possible you were going to be shoving him out the hatch and leaving him far behind.

You flipped your captive onto his back, muzzle of your recovered thrower shoved into his chest. With your adversary bound, you relaxed for a moment, catching your breath before you had to haul him out.

You traced your fingertips over his visor. The glass is thick. Scratched and pitted and heavy over his head. Behind it he’s sweating. Small beads on his forehead, nose and cheeks that gathered together and slid down to his hair. It was your first good look at him. He was pretty. What a waste. With his big, round eyes, shiny, pitch-colored things; with his nose, soft aquiline curve, and lips, pouting open now, as he looked pitifully back at you.

He kept those clever eyes trained on yours as you shuffled up closer, knees on either side of his helmet. You rapped gently on the glass, smiling sweetly down at him. You ran your hands over the cool surface, but still he watched you. You lifted the hem of your sweatshirt, and brought it up, up, up over your bare tits, and tossed it aside. You watched with amusement, tilting your head sympathetically to the side as you squeezed and lifted your tits, letting them fall again before gently pinching your nipples. “Mmmm. Feels so good, Ezra. Touch me, please. I know you can make it even better.” You whined, teasing him. He closed his eyes, brows furrowed, muttering something you couldn’t hear under his helmet. “Oh, I forgot. You’re tied up. Well, I guess if you can’t take care of me I’ll have to just do it myself.” You sighed dramatically and rolled your hips, “I think there’s still a way you can help though. You do want to be good, don’t you, Ezra? You want to keep me happy, isn’t that right?” He wet his lips with his tongue and nodded shallowly, eyelids looking heavier. You circled your nipples with your fingertips, teasing them into firm points, caressing down your stomach and your thighs.

He squirmed below you and whined when you jutted your hips forward, pressing your bare pussy against the glass. Ezra stared, frozen as you repositioned, settling right over his line of sight so he could see exactly what you were about to do.

At first your movements were small and deliberate. Your puffy lips pressed lewdly, not quite wet enough, but enjoying the hard, smooth convex of the helmet between your thighs. You watched Ezra. He was entranced, focused intently on your cunt and the reality of how close you were, and the impossibility of his desires. He wanted to flatten and spread those lips with his lips and tongue and nose and chin. He would have had you thoroughly soaked by now if it was up to him, but you took your time.

One hand abandoned his helmet and came back up to pluck and twist at your nipples. You closed your eyes and thought of Ezra behaving himself well enough to deserve having his cock sucked. It was big, you could see that through his suit. It was immediately evident that all of that grappling had stirred something in him. His environmental suit was snug over his straining erection. The thick bulge curved up and across his hip, accentuated by the straps banded around his upper thighs. It was impressive in thickness and length. Shame that a nice cock is wasted on a bastard like him. You wondered if he was cut or if there’d be foreskin to slip back with your lips. You wondered if he would want to come in your mouth, or if he wanted to paint your face and chest with his spend. You thought of how it would taste. You thought of how good it feels to make a strong man so weak.

“Why can’t you be good?” You complained, breathy and unintentional. You didn’t even register that you’d spoken it aloud until another voice, deep and craggy spoke up. “I can be good. Let me.”

It was the first thing he had spoken that hadn’t been a shouted demand, or a threat. It aggravated you. “Shut up.” You snapped at him, he hitched his hips in protest, teeth bared as he watched your arousal slowly seep onto the glass, aiding your gliding movements. It made his mouth water.

Back and forth, a salacious drag right before his eyes, he watched you use his helmet for your pleasure. The delicate inner folds, the swollen bud of your clit, the tender flesh of your lips. Every quickening movement was like a wet, messy kiss, smearing your slick across the smooth plane. He licked his lips and imagined how he would drink you down. He thought of sucking your clit between his lips to feel it twitch.

He didn’t realize how destroyed he looked. Wet and pathetic and mewling. He couldn’t even feel the way your panties bite into his wrists anymore. He didn’t care. He wanted you to have him like this if you wanted.

You hitched closer and closer to your apex with every grind of your hips. The power alone was a potent aphrodisiac, having Ezra, big as he was, under your thumb made you so very wet. He was your plaything, now. Maybe you’d keep him. Use him how you wanted. You could come on his helmet, his thigh, his cock if you wanted to. He wouldn’t fight. Not with the way he looked now. His eyes were inky black and shining, his warm breath fogged the glass above his parted lips. You rode his helmet unashamedly, caring only for your own demented pleasure.

Your orgasm felt like a slow motion electric shock. His face was obscured by the wet mess you’d made. It bubbled and dripped obscenely.

Your panting breath matched the rise and fall of his chest below you. Slowly you began the return to reason, to the reality of your situation. Reality is changeable, though and yours took a turn before your eyes even adjusted from the post-orgasmic haze.

You were on your back in a flash. Ezra was caging you in and smiling bodefully down at you, triumphant. Your face was still flushed from your orgasm, but your joy quickly soured. Your panties lay in tatters beside your head.

“Have you had your fun now?” He mocked. Your release still clung to his helmet and you licked a defiant stripe through it, never dropping his dark gaze. Ezra chuckled and held both your wrists in one hand while he flung off his helmet and tore at the closures of his suit.

“What was your plan? You use me and then what? Leave me high and dry?” He shook his head, feigning disappointment in your carelessness, all the while fighting his way out of the dirty canvas suit, pulling at buttons and straps until one arm was free and his thin, sweat-damp undershirt clung to his broad chest.

You didn’t notice when you’d stopped struggling in his grip, but Ezra certainly did. He clocked the trail your eyes made from his lips to his neck, to his shoulders and down his torso to where the elastic band of his boxers peeked out. He loosened his grip, shook his other arm from its sleeve, and puffed out his chest. His suit sagged down his narrow hips, as he reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift motion. What a sight he was. Muscular but soft, rough but tender. The thick swell of his now turgid member pulled at his boxers.

He palmed over it, emphasizing the length with the slow drag of his hand.

He licked his lips. “Go on.” He challenged. “Tell me to be good again.”

The air inside the pod had become thick and heavy, your skin was warm and your joints all felt too loose. The snarl you had intended came out as a ragged plea of his name.

Ezra was gentler than you’d expected. He let go of your wrists with a pointed look meant to keep you from doing anything rash, and began to explore your body. He squeezed your hips, kneading the yielding flesh, then sliding his hands up your sides, letting his fingers follow the shape of your ribs. He caressed over your belly, circling your belly button with his thumb. He watched as your chest rose and fell. He slid his palms up, flat against your skin as he pushed your bare tits together.

You could feel his hips shifting against you, feel the weight of his bulge against your cunt while he dropped to his elbow to bring your nipple to his mouth. His touch was firm. You could feel the hunger and need in the way he licked and sucked at your pointed nipples. He was holding back.

“Tell me.” He repeated. His voice was deeper, gravelly.

Your eyes fluttered closed and for a moment you wondered what came next. You knew what he wanted from you in this moment, but after that? You didn’t have the strength to fight him again. You released the breath you had been holding and asked him once more: “Be good, Ezra.”

There was little resistance when he plunged into you. He watched your face as you took what he gave, the way your mouth fell open and your head tipped back as he buried himself deep in your wet heat.

He hooked his arms under your shoulders, keeping you beneath him, as if you’d dream of leaving now. He grunted with the force of his hips pounding down into you, each heavy stroke forcing breathy cries from you. “Ah! Ah! Ahh! Ezra!”

“Is this good enough?” He asked, slowing his pace and looking down into your unfocused eyes. He looked further, down the planes of your sweat-slick bodies to where he stretched you in his cock. He rolled his hips just so, catching your clit with the wet hair at the base of his cock. You came, and he could feel your pounding pulse through the thin skin of your neck where he nibbled and sucked. When your body settled he redoubled his thrusts, palming your breast and panting into your neck until the moment he pulled out and spilled across your cunt.

The pod was silent, save for your heavy breaths, and you watched Ezra with caution. He was looking around, taking in the blinking lights and muted beeping of the control panel. He looked curious. Maybe resigned. He rubbed your thigh and you lay beside him on the floor, too aware of how your initial plan of escape was now useless. Your brain too scrambled from the force of your orgasm to formulate a new one.

Perhaps fortunately, you didn’t need to. Ezra squeezed your knee and leaned over you. He kissed you slowly and tenderly. Then, quietly, he whispered against your lips “give me the starter.”

[cookie-crumblr]

i’d hump jaspers boot💔 but i’d also suck on lucy b00bs💔 its hard to choose when youre a pervy loser for both

DW nonnie, mama cookie’s got chu bb <3

MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M!reader, reader referred to as he/him, reader has a penis, sub reader, PERVY LOSER READER <3, M!Masturbation, dry humping, titty job, bj, double hj, p in b(jasper’s p in reader’s b), lots of teasing reader, anal fingering, spanking (just once ;3), scent kink, reader forced to panty sniff and then again on our own, exhibition, bullying, orgasm denial, overstim, not proofread like at all i’m sorry XD

🪓🧸Lucy~

I imagined first an alternate route where you perv over her since the start. instead of in Lucky🎀 i wanna expound this one XD like just have reader masturbate all the time to her, but i also just wanted them to FUCK. XD!!!!

status: First known introductions

“Just because Ezra’s too scared of your lil girlfriend to touch you, doesn’t mean I am” The group of guys shove you against the rattling wall in the locker room.

They had pushed you into the women’s locker room on campus. You don’t know Lucy either, you’ve only ever perved over her, so you aren’t sure why they’re saying girlfriend, or why Ezra would be scared of her.

Two of the guys in the group broke into Lucy’s gym locker, which happened to have a really expensive looking pink bag in it.

They tore through it as if it were plastic, and out came a pair of her frilly, baby blue panties, covered in lace and ribbons. “What are you—” You start, before the article is shoved into your face.

You’re forced to inhale, a very sweet but, very naughty scent permeates your senses, and panic swells within you! No!! You’re not that much of a creep! You swear!! You fight to get the guys away from you, but they end up shoving you inside her locker and closing the door.

“Fuck!” You slam your fist as hard as you can into the metal, but your arm is pretty well squished at your side.

Her panties are still in your hand, when you think about how long you might be in here for, you wonder if it would be fine to just…

She smells sweet and a little salty, your eyes close, and your hand travels to your pants, when the door to the locker you’re in opens wide, light spilling onto your guilty and hot face.

It’s Lucy.

Her eyes are wide and unreadable, she must be in shock, you’ve seriously fucked everything up!

Until…

Something miraculous happens, she gets down on her knees and motions for you to be quiet, with her index finger pointing over her lip. There’s a glint of mischief in her eyes now, and she smirks wickedly up at you.

Soon her slightly freckled tits are out, and so is your cock, she has it sat like it’s a holy idol on a ceremonial pillow that is her chest. She licks her lips staring at it before she starts to move, squishing her boobs around your shaft, you watch it get swallowed up by her cushiony breast.

A disembodied voice comes from around the corner. “Yeah, so can you believe that Luce?”

“What?” She says in a way that’s a little ditsy and has your dick twitching up as she kisses and suckles on the tip. Her soft mounds massage the underside in a way that’s making your legs feeling like jelly.

“About bertie!” her friend calls.

“Oh right! yeah, i don’t know what her problem is recently!”

“Right!?”

When she looks back up at you again, her eyes look about as hazy as you feel right now. How is this even happening?

You’re already close when you sigh, and start to shudder, and she grabs you more violently, hand choking your dick, and she gets up, her chest still out and very distracting on top of her iron grip on your appendage. You realize you’re holding in your breath when she takes her panties from your hand and shoves them into your mouth, then puts your hand on your dick to replace hers.

She kisses your cheek, her eyes so soft and filled with adoration for you, and then she slams her locker door back in your face.

🤍💻Jasper~

So idk if i can picture Jasper taking it without still being in charge, so hopfully it’s what you wanted!!

Also this is my first M x M writing ever!!! 🙈

Status: Dating🎀

“Do you really think you deserve it?” He had been laying on his stomach on the floor, pillows everywhere, minding his own business playing something on his phone when you were overwhelmed by desire, like a miasma in the room that you’re inhaling and barley seeing through the think pink fog of it!

You kneed his ass, and you need it! “I need it Jasper!” You repeat out loud. guilt roils your guts but you know he enjoys you. He wouldn’t keep you around if he didn’t…

“So desperate~” He sighs, with a smirk on his face.

You lay over top of him, slotting your clothed dick between his ass cheeks. You grunt as you rut into him, “Oh my gods!!” It already feels so good, through the harsh fabrics you feel his hot flesh, bouncing back into you.

“You better enjoy it while you can, I’m almost done with my dailies.”

Your hands roam his lithe frame, squeezing his hips, and his sides, and traveling up his arms, until you almost fall and have to catch yourself and you take hold of his hips this time for purchase.

“mmmm~,” He hums, as he puts his phone down, and grabs you.

He pulls you the opposite way as he rolls over so that you land on pillows beneath him.

You inhale sharply, “Sorry!!! sorry!!! I couldn’t help it!!!” tears prick at your eyes, but, he wipes them away and kisses you.

“You’re such a pretty person~” He licks your neck, before biting down on your flesh, “So tasty too~!”

Jasper pulls back and you whine, reaching up to try and claw him back to you, until you realize he is unbuttoning his and your pants.

Once out, his pale, slender fingers wrap tightly around both of your dicks together, and he squishes the tips and rubs them against each other. “did you bring lube?” You watch mesmerized as they almost seem to meld together, his shiny silver piercing in the middle.

You gulp, feeling scared of getting in trouble.

“You wanted to fuck me and didn’t even bring lube?? how cruel.” He laughs before spitting into his hand and rapidly massages your shafts together, getting them nice and slicked up.

Your dick head is smushed up against his hot tip, leaking precum, as Jasper runs his thumb all around your glands. You close your eyes tightly, all the pressure building and he hasn’t even started! You need to calm down! But you can’t, your a writhing moaning mess to his fingers.

He flips you over again, now so that you’re on your hands and knees, his hand now only massages your dick now, running up and down your fully errect length and back up to your base, and down again.

His other hand slaps your ass cheek almost full force, definitely enough to bruise! “Ow!!! ahhhmmmm!” It stings and you mumble out your cries. Your skin buzzes with the pain.

Before you can really comprehend anything else, his two long fingers are dipping inside of you, curling around and pressing that spot that has you moaning out louder and louder! “That’s it, Y/N, you feeling good f’me?”

“Mhmm!!!!” You nod vigorously.

“I don’t know, do you really deserve my dick? Or should I make you just get off on my fingers?”

You push back onto his hand further, “Please put it in me!! Please, Jasperrr!” You slur his name, and god he loves how it rolls off of your tongue like a heavy boulder whenever you’re drunk off of him.

“Maybe I should just keep going, you’re so close! You don’t need my dick,”

“I need it! I need it! Please Jasper! Fill me up!!” You beg.

He sighs, “Oh alright, since you asked so nicely~” with that his pierced tip breaches your entrance. It’s so much hotter than the rest of his skin, it melts your insides around it. You feel ecstatic as he bottoms out inside you, all while his hand squeezes your shaft base.

After he’s inside and allows you to adjust for a second he starts pumping around your cock and he pulls out slowly, before rocking his hips back in. It’s instantly too much and you cum with a cry, you didn’t mean to finish so soon!

“Such a good job, look at how much you came!” Jasper coos you, as he rocks his hips into your ass, he pets your back gently down your spine.

You shiver, even after an orgasm his dick feels so good inside you, you’re so full and hot, and the warmness that shot through you at your apex is now flowing throughout your body to a lesser but still pleasant extent. You’re moaning as he sweetly fucks you.

“Want my cum, darling? I think you’ve earned it,” He makes you feel so loved and well cared for, no matter what scenario.

“Mhm,” You moan, and as soon as you do, he obliges, he must’ve been really into prepping you today, he finished so fast! He must really love you!

and he does :3

[liliumsabyss]

In The Small Moments

Pt1, Pt 2, Part 3, Pt 4, Pt 5…

Kaz Brekker x Gn Reader

Summary: Moulin Rouge/Satine Inspired!Reader and Kaz go undercover at a ball only for things to go terribly wrong.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48845809/chapters/123220936

Word Count: 617

Tw: Angst and Fluff, Swearing, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Sex Work, No Smut, Mentions of Death, Forced Marriage, Manipulation, PTSD, reader called handsome but could be interrupted as in the old timey gender neutral way, maybe OOC Kaz Brekker, also potentially could be interpreted as suicidal ideation, mentions of suicide, Characters are like 25-ish and Pekka Rollins

A/n: sorry y’all it’s short and I’ve had this for awhile

“ Why don’t you put on one of your little outfits you used to wear,” Pekka said slickly shuffling through paperwork at his desk as you stood in the corner leaning against the wall flipping through books. It was the only thing you could really think to do as you shoved any feeling down into the pit of you. Ignoring any protest or regret to the grave you had dug yourself.

“ For you?” You scoffed disgustedly rolling your eyes as you nearly gagged.

“ Never stopped you in the past” He fired back annoyed but his focus still remained on his paperwork.

            You but back a further insult only for the sake of your life becoming further infuriated by the man who had ripped your full freedom away from you in the blink of an eye. 

“ Now what would Ryker say about that attitude of yours or better yet your dear Ezra, or even your beloved bastard,” Pekka started as one of his lackeys came into the room handing him a letter. You however were seething snapping the book shut just as the lackey walked out door slamming behind him. 

“ Do not speak his name.” You seethed as you stood straight up your finger pointing accusingly at the man. Marching forward to the edge of the desk you stood angrily staring at the man who didn’t even make an effort to glance at you completely unbothered by the threat. 

            His attention was much more captured on the letter in front of him as he inspected it closely, specifically the seal. His face was one of humoured curiosity as he reached into a drawer of his desk pulling out a small dagger that had a snake wrapped around the hilt and encrusted jewels for eyes. The dagger sliced through the letter gently so that it was a clean cut, he quickly fished out the letter inside unfolding it. His eyes snaked upon the page as he read it, a sense of sadistic joy lit up in his eyes. You on the other hand just stood fuming watching him. Pekka let out a chuckle when he finished the letter, prompting him to toss the letter carelessly onto the desk and stand up pushing his chair out behind him. He shuffled around his desk passing you striding down the room towards the door.

“ Before we go you should dress in something more appropriate-there's something for you in the other room” Pekka stated, stopping turning his head slightly to acknowledge you as he waved you off. Before continuing out the doors closing seemingly automatically behind him.

You stood angered at how you had been treated while you hadn’t expected much, you wished that you had more power. To go back to feeling powerless felt like quite a fall. You had soared too close to your sun, your freedom, him and now you were falling into the dark suffocating depths of the ocean. Yet you had dug your grave so you must lie in it. It hadn’t felt like the dread of death or despair, it felt relief, relief that the bastard would be safe. It even briefly skittered across your mind if this is what Ezra had felt all those years ago. But you knew better than to linger too long and so just as you were about to exit the room your eyes flashed upon the small dagger that rested upon the desk, the snake adorning it staring directly into your soul. You made your decision and you slipped so lightly over to the desk with grace that would impress the wraith and slid the dagger carefully onto your person. From there you flaunted out the door and into the room down the hall acting as nothing had happened.

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

Another fic I wrote, based on a scene in Season 8, episode 5 'The Confession'. I thought it was sweet-

Summary: House finds out Wilsons taking care of Taubs daughters, and figures out why.

Word count: 814.

This is slash

Warning: slight swearing, gay men 🤭 & mention of trans pregnancy (non actually displayed.)

House obviously has always been a person to solve puzzles. Picking at the discreet clues and gluing them together, trying to read them. But, he did indeed have a case to focus on, he also had a side one. Now that Chase and Taub were back, he had a full team. Adams and Park included. But there was something off about Taub, he was almost rushed and eager to finish things. He also kept going into Wilsons office, which was suspicious in itself as Wilson was his husband, not Taubs. House had to figure out what the two were doing, obviously, it was a new case.

Wilson hummed quietly, cradling one of the baby's in his arms while the other played happily on the ground with a few blocks. Baby #1 cooed at Wilsons humming as he smiled down at her. He hadn't yet learnt who's who, as they look like twins, but they have different mums. Wilson rocked side to side on his feet, until there was a knock at the door. He froze and stopped humming.

"It's me Wilson, " Taubs voice called.

Wilson sighed of relief as he unlocked and opened the door. Wilson giggled as he immediately handed over baby #1 to her dad, as the other crawled over.

"I miss Ezra when he was a baby, so easy, now he just asks for money, " Wilson chuckled, picking baby #2 up and holding her.

"How old is Ezra again? " Taub asked, tickling his daughter and closing the door behind him.

Wilson sighed, "twenty-one. "

"Isn't that when you have House even met? "

"It was meant to be a one-night-stand, "  Wilson muttered with a soft laugh.

"What? " Taub questioned.

"Never mind. "

"But your mal- "

"Never mind! "

Wilson looked down almost in embarrassment, but quickly perked up as he realized why Taub was actually here, not just to ask about his personal life.

"They're doing good, just keeping them busy, I guess, " Wilson explained, smiling again.

"Perfect, I'll be done in like an hour, so hopefully, you'll be good. " Taub handed Wilson back baby #1.

Wilson smiled, trying to hold them both, waved and locked the door again.

House saw Taub walk back from Wilsons office, with a confused expression. House was puzzled, but now decided it was time to actually see what Taub was doing with his husband. He made his hand into a fist and pounded on the office door. Nothing happened. So he tried to open it, with no luck. Damn him, he locked it. House pounded again.

"I spent a month in solidarity. You don't think I can keep this up all day! " House shouted, continuing to pound on the door.

Scrambling was heard inside the office as the door finally unlocked and opened.

"I have a headache, can you lower your voice, " Wilson mumbled.

"Chase and Taub are back! " House yelled.

Wilson winced, which was quite believable. House looked at Wilson with a look of sympathy, but quickly lost it as he remembered what he was in here for.

"You want me to pick up an ice cream cake? " Wilson retorted.

"I also think Taub has brought his little Taubettes into work with him today, " House explained, matter-of-factly.

"Why would he do that? " Wilson questioned, a feeling in his gut now appearing; fear.

"Because I didn't give him enough time to do anything else, " House continued, pausing for a moment. "Then I started wondering, who'd be sappy enough to watch them for him? "

"Well they're not here, " Wilson remarked suspiciously quickly.

House furrowed his eye brows, "what? I just came here for a talk with my own husband? What's that I smell, dear husband? "

"I understand your confusion, but I got hungry and ate a baby for lunch. " Wilson paused as House looked under Wilsons desk. "I have a massive migraine, can you just like go away? "

"You should probably lay down and rest. " House nodded.

"Yeah, I was trying to, " Wilson grunted.

House took one last look and walked towards the door, teasing.

"Oh! One last thing... "

House walked towards the blinds of the balcony door, and opened them, smirking. There outside was a few toys and the two Taubettes.

"Look- "

"Nuh-huh, I know what you mean. " House liked towards Wilson and stood incredibly close to him. "You miss Ezra. "

Wilson gulped and looked at House.

"Don't you? He's twenty-one and he's living in Minneapolis, that's 20 hours away. " Wilson threw up his arms. "Don't you miss when he was a child, cuddled up into you and just slept? "

Wilson teared up slightly.

"Yeah, I do. "

House wrapped his arms around his husband. Said husband dug his face into the crook of Houses neck.

"Could always have another one? "

"I'm 45. "

"Oldest birth was 65 I think.. "

"No, no it's okay. "

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's embrace.

"They're still out there. "

"Ah shit. "

[soulc-hilde]

01. The Crown

Pairing: Josh Fatu / Jey Uso x Ezmeralda Bey / Aries

Synopsis: Devoted to her craft and her family, WWE Superstar Ezmeralda has a library of accolades accomplished on her own and by the side of her family like never before. As she leads the Women's Revolution to glory, romance seems to find her at the most unexpected moment... in the ring.

Warning(s): SFW, OC is a black woman, swearing, WWE-canon violence, Non-scripted fights, body shaming, body insecurities, WWE's consistant misogyny is blatant until later chapters, etc.

Cross-posted: Wattpad

"Howdy, howdy, the name's Ezmeralda Bey a.k.a Aries. I am 1/3 of the tag team, the Three Sins with my twin older brothers – Ezra and Ezekiel, also known as Hubris and Nemesis. My career, unlike the other women of the roster, consists of me breaking down and conflicting havoc amongst both the men and women divisions."

"I've won the Intercontinental title, the tag team titles, the U.S title, the Divas, and even the WWE Championship title. To some, they don't like it because it's either I'm trying too hard to replace Chyna – who was one of my trainers by the way – or it's supposedly impossible for me as a 5'2, nearly 210-pound woman to take down a man. I find it hilarious because well, that's all I did growing up was fighting. Regardless your size, your age, your gender – you piss me off, I'm coming for you. As a matter of fact, all my siblings are like this." 

A split screen appears. On the left was a montage of all the Divas from the past and the present while on the right was a montage of Ezmeralda and her appearance both on and off camera. It made note that the woman fancied a darker, tomboy image rather than dresses and heels.

Her cloud of dark brown curls was always either pulled into a puff, braided, or let loose and constantly switched between matching the theme of her outfit and staying natural. Her makeup appearance was dark consisting of black lip liner and clear gloss combo paired with a smoky eye and exaggerated eyeliner.

When it came to her physical appearance, she was thicker than others as her little pudge happily poked out and thrived. Despite the obvious thickness of skin that surrounded her, she carried a balanced amount of muscle that took the spotlight whenever she flexed or had to toss someone on their head.

Although, she wasn't the most model-esque woman on the roster, she was a living example of destruction and beauty intertwined. And she'd be damned and if someone would try to make her feel insecure.

"I am a member of one of the royal WWE families known as the Woods-Bey family. Our family of wrestlers consists of so many blood relatives and even those who aren't blood, but they were trained by my family and adopted some of our moves. My mother, who hails from this family, is known as Titan and the former frenemy of Chyna whereas my father is known as Lycon." 

"I'm not gonna lie, because of my abilities as well as being in a faction with my brothers, I do get a lot more screen time than the regular Divas. I never had to kiss ass for it to happen or anything, but it's just my family legacy. That's my story, you know? My brothers and I are one of the top faces of the company."

Just days until Wrestlemania and no matter where Ezmeralda was to go, chaos seems to follow as Superstars and Divas race from one location to another while roadies unload equipment for testing and designers correct any mistakes before things get out of order. 

For someone new to the scene, they'd feel lost and overwhelmed, but for the Bey triplets, this was a part of their childhood. Their stomping grounds. 

Meeting with their friends in the hotel's gym, the triplets set out to search for them. As they enter, Jon and Josh instantly meet their eyes and wave them inside. As they step closer to the Fatu twins, a wild pairing of Trinity and Ariane come around the corner. Paying the girls no mind, Ezmeralda takes her turn at greeting the boys. Her and Josh nestled in each other's arms. 

"I'm not the most social person in the world, I'm really big on protecting my peace whereas my brothers do all the talking and so forth. However, if I could count how many of my co-workers are my personal friends, it'd take just about four fingers – and that's not including my brothers."

"The Fatu twins and I go back to their FCW days where my brothers and I were their mentors. Jon is like the extra brother, I didn't need, whereas Josh is a bit complicated."

"How you doin' mama?" Josh asks as the two take a set of treadmills right beside each other. 

Ezmeralda shrugs, "not too bad. I'm a bit nervous for Wrestlemania, the boys and I have been going over our intro and outfits for days now." 

He raises his eyebrows with interest, "ooh, do tell me more." She giggles, shaking her head, "no, sir. It's a surprise, I can't be blowing the surprise out the water and all." 

"Since we headin' your family's way for it, you thinking about inviting them?" 

She clicks her tongue in thought, "I mean, I personally don't try and force them to come unless it's something really pivotal in like the storyline or a title match, but you know them – they hard headed as hell, can't tell them fools nothin'."

He kisses his teeth, gently smacking her on the arm. "Girl, you gone stop talkin' about my mama." 

She pauses, eyes widen in disbelief, "about your who now? Cause I ain't mention not a word about Mama T." 

He side eyes her, "you heard what I said. Mama Kala ain't hard headed nor is she a fool."

"She my mama, not yours." He scoffs, "man, not yet. Just you wait cause when I snatch you up and put a ring on it, she gone be my mama, too. Which makes me her spy." 

Ezmeralda stops the treadmill mid-walk, allowing herself to comically slide backwards. "Her spy!? Ah, gotta blast." 

She jumps off, running around the gym. Josh laughs, chasing her through the gym while Jon and her brothers watch with knowing smiles. 

"Since Josh and I became friends, him and his bad ass older brother have always called my parents Mama Kala and Papa E whereas my brothers and I have called their parents, Mama T and Papa Sol. However, for the past year or two when this tension between Josh and I developed, he's been adding on things like how he's gonna marry me this or I'm his lady and he's my man that or whatever." 

She tries to shrug off the obvious effect his affections had on her.

"I wouldn't mind allowing Mr. Fatu to take me on a lil' date and impress me; however, at the same time, I don't want that interfering with work. Like, I can and will be going head-to-head with him and his brother. Our characters have this rivalry going on where really, it's just this unforeseen chemistry we all have with each other. Besides, I'm not good at being vulnerable and letting myself be open – I've always been that way. Why you think I'm 31 and single?"

WrestleMania

"Y'all it's Wrestlemania and it's the Deadliest of 'em all, the Three Sins versus The Shield, let's go baby!" She screams, clapping her hands.

The triplets dress in green and black colored outfits. Ezekiel and Ezra wear their pair of wrestling pants designed with asymmetrical patterns and evergreen colored wrestling shoes. 

Ezmeralda wears a dual-colored glitter bralette with straps wrapping around her torso and a pair of matching two-toned shorts with fishnets and matching kneepads with evergreen custom sneakers. They walk for the Guerilla, prepared for their match against The Shield.

They stay behind the curtain as the first notes of 'Animal I've Become' by Three Days Grace plays as the pre-chorus hits, they walk out as their green pyro goes off as the crowd roars with excitement, self-made posters sailing through the stadium of over 70,000 fans. This was their moment and Ezmeralda's step closer to a Woman's Revolution, creating history like no other. 

The six-man tag match starts off with Ezmeralda and her friend and former protege, Joseph, as the two powerhouses go back and forth, tossing each other around. Minutes pass with a series of tags, pin breakups, and kickouts as all six bodies lay draped from the ring to the apron. 

The crowd went as far as doing a 'This is Awesome' chant as Ezmeralda and Joe kept exchanging spears and Samoan drops. After a while, it was time for the match to end as Jonathan pins Ezekiel while Ezmeralda and Ezra lay wasted ring-side.

"It's Wrestlemania, baby!" Ezmeralda cheers in the palms of her hands.

[leiawritesstories]

little princess

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EZRA!!!!!! @rowanaelinn you are such an incredibly talented writer and wonderful friend and i'm so glad we share this crazy fandom space <3 here's some fluffs for you❤️❤️

word count: 827

warnings: none, i swear

Enjoy!

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Eleven hours.

He’d been pacing outside that door for eleven godsdamned hours. A track showed in the carpet. The outrageously expensive rug Aelin had carefully selected and imported from Eyllwe.

“Aelin’s going to castrate you for that, you know.”

Rowan whirled at the voice, finding Lorcan casually standing at the end of the hall, observing his brother warrior with arched brow. 

“For the track?” He shrugged. “Either of us can fix it with a flick of a finger. What she doesn’t know won’t bother her.”

“You forget that she’s in no condition to forgi—”

“I know what godsdamned condition my mate is in, thank you, and if you came here to snark at me, you can shove it up your a—” His sentence cut off abruptly as Lorcan called up whatever godsdamned power he controlled and whisked the two of them out to the training yard. 

“You prick! I’m supposed to be there!”

“You’re supposed to NOT be adding worry to your mate’s labor, dammit! And pacing your big ugly boots into her expensive carpeting isn’t the way to do that. Besides, I’m willing to bet you were practically screaming your worry down the bond, which really does absolutely nothing good.”

“At least I have big boots,” smirked Rowan, glancing pointedly down at Lorcan’s everyday shoes.

Lorcan’s face split into a positively feral smirk. “Five hundred years and you still can’t accept that my sword has always been broader." 

Whatever few remaining threads Rowan had tying his self-control together snapped. And he launched himself at his brother with a growl of pure Doranellian rage. Lorcan smirked, dodged his barreling attack, and kicked the back of his knee. Rowan grunted, catching himself before he could fall, turned, and let his fists fly. Lorcan met him blow for blow, jab for jab, that infuriating smirk of his never fading. Through the mire of stress and worry clouding his mind, Rowan realized that Lorcan was giving him what he needed: an outlet for everything overloading his brain. 

Thank me later, brother, the dark-haired male's vicious grin said.

Rowan grunted. So damn full of yourself whenever you think you did something useful. He brought his flagging defenses back up and landed a punishing hit to Lorcan’s stomach. The older male grunted, backhanded him, and kicked his legs out from under him. Swearing viciously, Rowan hit the dirt of the training ring with a thud. Lorcan tackled him, promptly rolled him over, and put him in a headlock. Pinned, he slapped the ground three times, yielding, a significant chunk of his stress gone. 

“Who would have known that getting your ass kicked would help you not to worry about your lovely, strong mate?” Lorcan inquired.

“Says the one who knocked Elide up first.”

“Quite. And look how well that turned out.”

Rowan snorted a laugh. “Cal likes me best.”

Lorcan rolled his eyes. "You're just saying that because he hasn't shit his diaper all over you or spit up all over your clean fucking clothes."

"Ah, the perils of fatherhood."

Lorcan swatted him. "We'll see who's joking when--" Elide appeared from an upstairs window and motioned with her hand. Instantly, the two males were on their feet again, racing for the doors.  

“Whitethorn?” Concern creased Lorcan's normally scowling face.

“What.” Nerves and anxiety nearly overpowered Rowan's better judgment; he really hadn't meant to snap at Lorcan like that.

“Gods above, calm down.”

“I am calm!”

“In that case, it’s time to go home. Aelin and your baby are—” Rowan was gone before Lorcan finished his sentence. Lorcan rolled his eyes and followed him into the manor.

Back in the queen and king's hallway, Rowan paused before the door leading into Aelin’s room. The sharp medicinal smells from earlier were gone. His wife’s scent still hinted at pain, but also…joy. Such unending joy. He lifted his hand to knock, but the door swung open before he could. Standing there, grinning, were Elide and Lysandra. 

“Ready to meet your little princess?”

Rowan gulped, fighting back unexpected tears. Princess.

Yes, you big oaf, a daughter. Aelin’s voice. Exhausted, but not lacking that wry humor of hers. 

Rowan crossed the room to his mate and the bundle of blankets in her arms. His daughter. Their daughter. Asleep, he couldn’t tell her eye color, but the little one's face—it was a tiny, perfect mirror of Aelin's own. He slumped onto the bed beside her, overcome with awe and fear and a hundred other emotions.

“May I...hold her?” His words were thick with unshed tears. Aelin smiled softly, tiredly, and placed their baby girl in his arms. Rowan looked down into the face of his daughter. And cried, overcome with the emotions of holding the baby he never dreamed of having. The first of many, he hoped. When his eyes cleared, he sniffled and looked to his mate. 

“What are we naming her?”

Aelin's exhausted face lifted with quiet joy. "Alanna Evalin Whitethorn Galathynius."

Utterly perfect.

~~~

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[demigoddessqueens]

Oh, I know how a Star Wars Prompt with both 5 and 24, from the kissing Prompt list. With Ezra Bridger, Sabine, Anakin, Hunter, and Rey. Where they're undercover with the Reader, who is their crush.

And one time when they were almost caught talking about their plans by the enemy, they pretend to make out. And while they did get a little out of hand. It kept their cover from being blown.

Afterwards when they're alone, they end up confessing to the reader in the heat of the moment.

Cute idea! Even better if it leads to a confession 👀

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Rey - at first she tenses up when you kiss her, but you both stay that way until the Clones pass by your hiding place. It feels…nice, to her, to be wanted this way. Every fiber of her resolve starts to shirk away when you run your fingers through her hair. She wants to feel like this every day.

Later when you’ve confessed to each other, it’s more of a relief to Rey that you reciprocate her feelings

Ezra - oh this boy!! It may be the most dangerous situation he’s faced in a while, but your idea of a distraction has him red in the face. Soft, sweet and warm, kissing you is the best feeling in the galaxy!

It’s almost as best when you finally confess to each other, knowing that you’re genuine and it wasn’t just a ploy

Sabine - she had a weapon ready as footsteps approached you both, but was not expecting you to grasp as her face. A muffled “mfph!” almost gives you two away before you’re in the clear

Sure Sabine is flustered by your actions, but once things have calmed down she is genuinely touched by your feelings for her. Cue a “it’s about time” from Kanan

Anakin - the droids patrolling for Dooku were closing in, but it seemed you both had the same impulse in what to do. Grabbing onto each other, you kiss as if your lives depend on it.

When you pull back, the Jedi has the smuggest grin on his face followed by a “what took you so long?”

Hunter - it came as a surprise when you were both hiding in a cramped space from a bounty hunter and company, but one slight move had you both caught together. You definitely don’t mind his lips on yours, and you swear you could see him melt into it a bit

Afterwards, it’s a bit of an awkward confession (mostly on Hunter’s end), but he’s reassured when you take his hands into yours

[writeforfandoms]

Wild Mountain Thyme 2

Find the series masterlist

You and Ezra continue your hunt for a wild dragon nest.

Warnings: swearing, Ezra is an ass, talk of nest raiding.

Word count: 1.2k

Eventual Ezra x f!reader

Ezra wasn't sure he had ever had a partner so green. Oh, sure, she came wearing a pack. But she was so… bright. She had smiled, easy as anything, before she had even met him. She had such energy about her.

Or. Well. She had, until he'd gone and opened his mouth and let his own anger dampen her light.

Oh, he was sure she had asked to go along on an expedition, but that hadn't meant his. It wasn't her fault, exactly, that his employer decided to saddle him with a useless tourist of a partner. And after sleeping on the matter, Ezra felt… almost bad. Almost. Not quite actually bad, but close enough to it that he resolved to talk to her today.

Hopefully she wouldn't get herself killed, at least.

He sighed to himself and stretched out, pushing the sleeping bag down with his feet. At least the weather was supposed to cooperate - neither blistering hot nor bitterly cold, with lots of sunshine on the horizon. And the hike would be pretty, if remote.

Resolved to be a bit nicer and keep his ire aimed at his employer, Ezra crawled out of his tent and stood, shaking out his limbs. He looked over to her tent to gauge if she was awake yet.

And found her gone instead.

"Hells and damnation!"

–

You had woken early, a combination of nerves and being determined to not be late and hold back the hiking. You had slept off some of your mood, but not all of it.

And then you checked, and your partner for the next few days was still dead asleep. You could see his outline in his tent, could faintly hear him snoring. Your temper flared again, and you walked it off. You took care of your morning routine and then took a quick walk around. It’s not like you were going far, and you weren’t going to interact with people. Honestly, you weren’t entirely clueless, or dumb.

How had Ezra referred to you yesterday? Green? Yeah, something like that.

Heaving an aggravated sigh, you kicked a rock off the trail into the woods, pouting. Just a little. It wasn’t fair, you hadn’t done anything wrong. And yet Ezra hated you, clearly.

All you’d wanted was to come on this trip. You’d wanted this for years, had practiced and gone on hikes and done as much research as you could…

Well. If you had to prove to that ass that you could do it, you would. You didn’t need his approval. You didn’t need his help. Hell, maybe you’d end up helping him. That would shut his mouth.

You meandered back to camp and blinked when you found Ezra up and glowering at you.

"Where exactly did you wander off to?"

You snorted. "Had to do my morning stuff. We're still in a public campground, I didn't do anything crazy."

"We are trying not to draw attention to ourselves, Channel Rat, I do hope you realize."

You smiled, though you knew it didn't reach your eyes. "We are drawing more attention from you standing here scolding me than from my quick walk." Not waiting for his response, you walked past him and went to break down your tent and finish packing for the day.

Uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you again, all the way through you shouldering your pack.

"Are we leaving the car here?"

"Yes, we're on foot for the rest of the way." Ezra cleared his throat, fingers fiddling with the straps of his pack for a few moments. "We're headed this way today." He looked like he wanted to say more, then he shook his head and started walking. You fell in behind him.

He didn't set a harsh pace, content apparently to walk easily and steadily. You started off on an actual trail, but didn't stay on it for long. Within a few hours, Ezra was breaking off from the trail, heading through the woods.

And you followed him. You didn't like the guy, but you watched where he stepped.

There were more dangers out here than just dragons, after all.

Around lunch time, Ezra finally broke the silence.

"Why did you ask to come along on this little venture?" He glanced at you as he uncapped his water bottle.

You paused for a moment, grateful you were chewing. That gave you a few moments to consider your reply. "Research," is what you said. "I've done what research I can but so little is known on wild nests."

Ezra stopped and lowered his water bottle, gaze shrewd. "You are aware of what we are doing out here, yes? Because I am not here for research."

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, yes, we're nest raiding," you agreed, flapping a hand negligently. "I'm well aware of what's going to happen here. Like I said. I knew what I was getting into out here."

Ezra nodded. "Well, then, long as we've got that cleared up," he agreed, a little more cheerful. "Still, this is an unusual line of work, or research, for… someone of means."

You laughed. You couldn't help it. "Oh, don't worry about that," you said, still grinning. "That's my business."

"Fair enough." He shrugged and capped his water bottle again before he started off. You set off after him, shaking your head.

He was an odd one. But then, so were you. It was rather fitting.

The scenery was beautiful, at least. Wild and with no people in sight, not since you'd left the trail behind. You tried to map as you went, taking note of interesting rocks or trees, but you knew that you'd get helplessly lost before long.

There was no lack of wildlife, either. Rabbits darted away from the pair of you. Squirrels chittered as you passed below their trees. Birds chirped and sang to each other, flitting around finding food.

Honestly, it was perhaps the most peaceful thing you had ever seen in your life, marred only by the unfriendly brown-haired menace ahead of you.

"Channel rat," he called back to you after a while. "Come join me up here."

Curious, you quickened your steps to pull up even with him. He nodded to some bushes ahead of you.

"What do you make of that?"

You frowned, not moving closer but tipping your head to try to get a better idea of what you were looking at. "It's a bush. Looks torn up." You shrugged. "What's special about it?"

Ezra huffed, sounding annoyed. "That is not just a torn up bush," he groused. "That is a sign of dragon hunting. Look at the bush more closely - see where it got caught? Those cracked branches? And the roots, see how they're comin' up out of the ground?"

You nodded slowly, looking at it with more caution. You could see what he had seen, now. "How long ago, do you think?"

Ezra shrugged, reaching up to scratch the scruff along his jaw. "Hard to say. Recent enough that we're in the right area." He stalked ahead of you again, muttering under his breath. You just caught the words "untrained" and "useless".

A potent mixture of humiliation and rage pricked at your eyes, clogging up your throat. You breathed through it, closing your eyes tightly. You needed this. You needed this. You couldn't just march off now, no matter how much you wanted to.

So you waited until the rage had calmed a little. And then trudged after him.

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: “Rise of the Old Masters“

Happy Father’s Day!  Rather appropriately we are talking about a keystone Kanan-Ezra episode today.  I swear I didn’t plan that, just how the timing worked out, lol.

Anyway...

I briefly mentioned this in my coverage of “Spark of Rebellion” but one of the reoccurring elements that tend to crop up in all my favorite characters (because I’m horribly predictable and have a Type) is:

“Has complicated yet ultimately heartwarming storgeic relationship with (surrogate) father figure.”

Soooooooo yeah, Kanan and Ezra pretty much hit me right in that particular button.

Poor Kanan fumbling with the lessons that came so instinctively to him. XD

“Actually that one always confused me too.”  Love that Kanan can admit it.

Kanan’s approach is almost adorable in how inept it is, he’s just kind of throwing things against the wall hoping something will stick.  In perhaps the worst environment to do any of this.

(Seriously Kanan, on top of the Ghost, while it’s in midair?!  Disaster was inevitable.)

Hhhngl, look how Ezra’s eyes light up when Kanan offers him the lightsaber, he’s so eager for this.

Another quick instance of Ezra flinching as if anticipating being hit, watch close and you can see he ducks his head as well as squeezes his eyes closed briefly.

Kanan forgot to teach good weapons safety lol.

Ezra actually gets a few cartons when he peeks. :)

Aaaaaand down he goes, certain unmentioned uncharitable portions of fandom will not let up on Kanan about this particular series of mistakes.

Is practicing on top of the Ghost irresponsible child endangerment?  Yes but... that’s literally the point?????  Kanan has no idea what he’s doing and makes horrible mistakes left and right?????  That’s why he’s so afraid and reluctant to teach Ezra?????  That’s his whole motivation for wanting to go get Luminara?????

Oh but if characters do not relate to each other absolutely perfectly without any friction or conflict or mistakes whatsoever that’s horrible and toxic.

Said at least one Maul stan without a hint of irony.

Okay, done salting, let’s enjoy this moment of Ezra trying to play it cool in front of Sabine despite being in eminent danger of falling to his death.

“What, no, this is nothing.  I’m fine.” XD

Fun fact: Pretty sure a gifset of this moment was one of the first Rebels-related posts I ever saw on my dashboard.

Hera looks very concerned here, lol.

And our first glimpse of what a Loth-cat looks like.  Cutest addition to the Star Wars menagerie ever.

Ezra’s theme is piping in here, fragmented and quiet.

*resists the urge to go into another ranting paragraph about how uncharitable parties in fandom use this scene to argue that the Ghost crew are actually terrible towards Ezra and don’t care about him properly*

Once again, everything in the eyes.  So much is unspoken but conveyed with just a look.

Friiiiiiick his expression here breaks my heart.

Casually referencing the events of last episode which should have been fandom’s first clue that it was more narratively tied into things than they thought and also introducing a new story element that plays out later.  I don’t remember what I thought about Gall Trayvis the first time around, I’m pretty sure I found it weird and fishy though.

Ha ha ha the casual Fridge Horror of the Imperial broadcaster talking about a “planetary liberation” via Base Delta Zero protocol.

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO MIGHT NOT KNOW: Base Delta Zero is basically code for “Have a bunch of Star Destroyers systematically incinerate everything on a planet’s surface from orbit.”

Soooooo yeah, there’s probably not much left of that particular “liberated” world.

Kind of interesting that Ezra chooses to confide in Chopper about his fears here.

I do like the nice cloud effects.

Kanan is in a very serious mood here, one we haven’t seen from him yet.  Speaks to the depths of how badly he wants this to succeed.

Badass Stormtrooper takedown immediately ruined by feral gremlin child. <3

Aaaaaand yet another instance of Ezra flinching like he expects Kanan to hit him.  Just what exactly caused such a pronounced startle effect, exactly?

Don’t think about bby Ezra growing up on the streets, don’t think about bby Ezra growing up on the streets--

Ezra looks so crestfallen here ow ow ow ow. :(

Hera shivers as if it’s cold, which could be taken straightforwardly but also I like to think she senses the bad vibes about the place.

Oh hey, now’s a good time to remind people of the horrible headcanon theory someone sent me about why Kanan can still sense Luminara even though she’s dead.

You’re welcome.

LOOK AT THIS TIRED FATHER AND HIS THREE HORRIBLE CHILDREN.  Love how Zeb and Sabine openly roast him while he’s right there, terrible influences on Ezra the both of you. XD

Snrk, the one Stormtrooper getting his helmet caught in the lift doors lololol.

The music has been periodically sparse throughout this episode, the quiet parts giving all focus to dialogue, but it’s picked up quite a bit here.

I hear the Force Theme strings prelude of course.

It is physically painful how much Ezra already hero-worships Kanan and looks up to him.  He didn’t want to learn how to be a Jedi from just anyone, he wanted to learn from Kanan specifically because thinks Kanan is so cool and amazing.  Ezra is constantly in awe of him this episode.

But, I mean, is it any wonder that an emotionally vulnerable teenage boy with deeply-seated abandonment issues would latch onto the first available and positive adult male influence in his life?

The Force theme coming in more fully here to trick us right before the horrible reveal, though the way it sours on the end note is a little five-second musical foreshadowing.

Hi Grand, bringing the Imperial March with you I see.

And then his theme breaks in after the commercial break cut and lemme just appreciate it again, it’s so nicely dark and foreboding.  That tiny little snatch of Force Theme on the trumpet can barely be heard through it, it’s too overpowering.

Grand refrains from going for an easy kill several times this fight.  He likes to play with his food, apparently.  Even toying with Kanan he’s waaaaaay outclassing him, very neat and precise fencing strokes here.

Kanan’s heavy flailing is actually very at odds with his supposed preferred form, Soresu, Form 3, a primarily reflective and defensive form, which makes Grand’s comment about him being a poor student sting a bit more.

Lololol my man doesn’t even flinch at Ezra’s slingshot bolts.

Hngl the smoke element is fantastic here.  Watch it waft around Kanan and Ezra as they run through it.  This is not the kind of effect work you usually get on CGI kids cartoon shows.

Kanan’s form actually improves a bit after the cutaway, his footing is more solid and he’s expending less effort, making his blocking stances more effective at turning back Grand’s blade.  So that jibe from Grand apparently kicked Kanan’s brain into focus.

Oh yep, all those troopers are dead, that is not a survivable explosion.

Kanan’s managing the spinny Jedi flips now; he’s untensing and likely falling back into muscle memory and connection to the Force.  I love how Star Wars tends to depict Jedi survivors getting back into practice after they haven’t picked up their sabers or connected to the Force in a long while, awkward at first but slowly getting the hang of it again, remembering their training, moving through basics into more complex moves until they’re comfortable again.  I know A New Dawn also depicts Kanan tapping into the Force as straining a muscle that hasn’t been used in a while, nice consistency across the board there.

“He is unfocused and undisciplined.”  “Well then we’re perfect for each other!”

And one of my favorite Papa Wolf Kanan moments right here when Kanan slams Grand up against the ceiling. :)

The Force Theme is finally louder and more confident here and Grand’s has taken a pause.

Buuuuuuut it’s soon back in force lol.

I dunno what it is but I really love the animation in Grand’s unflinching run through the closing doors here, even when he has to leap over them he doesn’t even break stride.

Ezra’s slicing and lockpicking skills kind of fall by the wayside as he focuses more on Jedi training, which is kind of a shame, I liked that he was a bit tech-savvy in ways Sabine wasn’t.

Why I like to include little moments here and there in my fics where he still gets to use his talents.

Can I appreciate this little moment of Sabine reaching for him in concern?

Of course I can, who’s going to stop me?

And one of my favorite master-padawan moments right here, Kanan finally giving some solid instruction (”Picture the locking mechanism in your mind.”), doing it with him, and it’s something easy that Ezra can already do albeit on a bigger scale.

A very victorious Force Theme to mark the occasion. :)

Something Rebels does when it needs to emphasize Kanan and Ezra’s connection is basically have them mirror each other’s pose, this is one of the first examples.  Ezra’s straining a little bit more in his expression but they’re perfectly in sync and mirror-matched limb for limb.

WHICH DOESN’T NECESSARILY MAKE THE PARALLELED IMAGERY IN THE FINALE HURT MORE BUT IT ADDS A LAYER.

Ohhhhhhh hang on, does anyone wonder if Hera leading the tibedees here was inspiration for the eventual purrgil surprise?

It’s on theme at least, lol.

I hear the “Rebels Shenanigans” leitmotif here, bit more dramatic than normal, lovely.

Ezra’s theme coming in as we return to Lothal and man, there’s really nothing I could say about this scene that hasn’t already been said, this is one of fandom’s favorites, we can all spill ink about Ezra’s fear of abandonment and Kanan’s sense of inadequacy and how the Force tends to bring together pairs that teach and grow each other.

How Kanan finally figures out and understands what Yoda’s “Do or do not” line means, how it’s all about your mental state, you can’t give up before you’ve started, you have to be all in and fully committed.

How he’s realizing he has to commit to this and not half-ass it and that leads him to adjust his strategy and go much slower and more meticulously in this lovely little last scene which has the distinct look and feel of a father and son playing catch in the yard. ^_^

Our first real “plot-heavy“ episode of the series, heavy on the drama and interpersonal character conflict.  Can see why it’s the episode that convinced a lot of people to stay on board.  It delves much more deeply into Kanan and Ezra’s master-padawan connection, the Found Family aspects of which are, of course, widely loved.  Their relationship was always one of the show’s strengths.  Like Ezra and Zeb’s friendship it starts off rocky but there’s an extra emotional and personal element in that Kanan is the teacher, the “parent”, and they’re both connected to the Force, something no one else can teach Ezra about.  Kanan has to be the one to guide Ezra through that learning process because he’s the only one who understands it, who can bring that aspect out of Ezra and make him truly who he is.

Kanan really starts to step up after this.  He’s still got a LOT of fears and worries and insecurities, as he’ll tell Yoda later, but he’s over his initial mental block now.  All the better for Ezra, for helping him feel wanted and safe. :)

Ahhhh I love this episode, the character growth from this point to the end is just *chef kiss*.  More worried spacedad Kanan up next week, hopefully I’ll have that post up quicker than this one.

Coming in last minute like my newborn last month oy.

[nevada-wrytes]

A little something I wrote long ago but decided to revisit and edit today. There will be a second part but I don't think I will continue to write story any time soon (little busy with Jamie and Luke's novel :P)

Previously, a runaway science experiment offers her services to a gang in the city in order to be smuggled out of the country. Little do her allies know she is being hunted by the best army on the continent (The Hits). They use her powers to pull off a daring heist, but that places a target on their backs, so now they, too, are on the run, currently taking shelter on a deserted, supposedly haunted island off the coast of their city.

James 

"Boss, boss, boss!" 

James looked up from the multitude of papers covering the desk he’d commandeered as his own. Lenny had barged into his make-shift office looking paler than a ghost. Maybe he had seen a ghost- again. If that was the case, James had no time to entertain such fairy tales, not when their lives were at stake.

He grumbled, "What now Lenny?" 

Lenny was breathless. "It's Luna— they've taken her! The Hits have got her."

“What.” James stood so fast a teacup that had been perched precariously on a stack of files fell to the floor with a crash. He payed it no attention. “Explain,” he said, gritting his teeth, “Right. Now.”

Lenny still struggled to catch his breath, and now he raked a shaky hand through his hair, a tell of his nerves. “W-well, we were on watch— me and Rai— i-in the trees next to their camp. And- and she was doing her rounds, too, when they came out of nowhere— I wanted to go help her, I swear, but then the Hits would’ve known we've been spying on 'em, you know? And- so me and Rai watched them take her to the docks-" 

James had heard enough. "I can't believe this.”

He stormed out of the room. Lenny called after him, “James! James, wait!”

James did not stop. Not even when Lenny caught up with him and grabbed his arm, pulling him back. James simply shook him off, “Get Ezra, get Cap, and get me a boat so I can get off this fucking island!”

Lenny’s voice was pleading, “James, you can't go marching into their camp like- like this!”

James turned to him, the well he kept his anger in threatening to overflow. “Then what do you want me to do? Leave Luna there to die?”

He didn’t mean to shout, but Lenny flinched anyways. His voice was low. “Look James, I don't want her to stay there either, but we need a plan. Isn't that what you are always telling me? That a good plan is the key to success?”

James looked down at his second in command, his first second in command, right into those big blue eyes that had tricked him into believing in their false innocence long ago. Lenny was right, unfortunately, and it annoyed him to have his own words reflected back onto him.

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “Alright. I need a plan.”

“We need a plan.”

James waved a hand, “Yes, yes.” He merely agreed for the sake of it, he had no intention of asking any of the others for help. He could do it on his own. James ignored the worried look in Lenny’s eyes and walked off, already weighing the toll of the heist he would have to pull off to get his girl back.

...

After sacrificing the last of his luck to the Goddess of Fate, James is successfully able to infiltrate the camp and get Luna back, not without first learning the values of cooperation and teamwork (he could not, in fact, do this on his own). However, there’s a problem. The Hits had given Luna some sort of experimental drug that knocked her into a coma, and it seemed she was not waking up any time soon. Ezra, the gang’s resident poison specialist and sorry excuse for a medial professional examines the girl and the toll the drug has done on her body. They were too late. Luna had, at best, three days to live.

...

James

The whole world was falling apart. Shapes that should have been in focus now blurred around him as his vision swam. The ocean was too far away, but James could swear he heard the crash of waves in his head as his heart beat a furious crescendo in his body. He should have felt sad, heartbroken, even, but all he saw was red.

Anger had been a familiar taste on his tongue ever since he was an invisible boy in a seaside town where those that did stop to hear his words usually only laughed. He’d gotten good, over the years, of keeping it in check, of building that well inside him brick by brick just to keep his anger from spilling out.

But now that well had cracked and crumbled, been bombed away by a horror worse than supernatural— something man-made. Naked anger had crawled out of that deep well he’s made just to laugh at his measly attempt to keep his true nature at bay.

Without walls, there was nothing stopping it now. And there was only one person responsible.

“You.” James’s glare singled out a singular body in the crowd. The small little seedling he had allowed to take root in his gang now threatened to overshadow them all. It didn’t take long for all conversations to die around him, and it took Cee much less to realize what he was about to say.

He watched her shrink away from him, as if he was the predator and she was prey. He did not relish in the fear in her eyes. It made him feel worse. The more innocent she acted, the more the hatred in his gut pointed at himself, and that made him angry. Angry enough to move mountains, angry enough to command the tide.

“That's it. You’re done.”

“W-what?” Her voice was so small. James hated her for making him feel bad. She was the weapon of mass destruction. She was the they were on the run from the Hits. It’s her fault Luna is— Luna is—

“Dead. You’re dead to me,” he pointed a finger at her chest with each word, “Get. Out.”

“James-” Sarj warned, crossing the room just to get in between them.

“No.” James turned to him. “I’m the leader here. I say who stays and who goes. She’s been enough of a problem as it is, and now I want nothing to do with her.”

Ezra spoke up, “James, she’s just a girl. Are you really throwing a child into the streets?”

James was sent fuming at her tone. “Just a girl! Are you kidding me? She is a super weapon ready to explode! All of our misfortunes have been her fault!”

Silence rang through the crowd. But in the silence, a small voice chirped, “I’m staying.”

James turned back in disbelief to see Cee standing with her chest puffed out in defiance. “You need me with Luna-”

“Don’t say her name!” It took three men to hold him back from lunging at the child. James didn’t even realize he’d moved. He was more so surprised at the snarl in his voice. He felt like a monster. But he couldn’t stop.

“You are the reason she got in this mess in the first place! If you hadn’t brought the strange soldiers to us, we would never be in this situation! We wouldn’t have to be squatting in a ditch on the run for harboring you! I am sick and tired of other people telling me how to run my gang because of you! You are the reason Luna is going to-”

He couldn’t finish the sentence, his shouts about to turn into tears. He refocused on that raging fury, anything, to stop thinking about the girl dying in the other room.

James looked right into Cee’s eyes and continued. “I want you out. Out of my sight, out of my gang, out of my life! And if you ever think of showing your face in my city again, I will turn you in myself.” He spit out the last words as if they were poison. He stood there for a moment, transfixed in the way he was reflected in Cee’s blank, glassy eyes. He was red in the face and yelling with wide eyes, sheer insanity burning in them.

At last, he turned and faced the rest of his gang. “As for the rest of you,” he huffed, “back to work! The Hits won’t stop looking for their lost lab reject and I’m not going back to that camp to save any of your sorry asses if you get captured.”

No one moved. No one spoke, either, until Ezra faced him, pleading, “James, you’re being unreasonable. You can’t just throw a girl out onto the streets when her life is in danger. Please- what would Luna think?”

James ignored the sting of her words. “If you,” he made a show of turning around to face every other person in the group, “or anyone else disagrees with me, then I think it’s time you found another gang willing to take in your sorry reject of a soul.”

With that, and his jaw set in determination, James walked out of the manor, right into the pouring rain.

…

The storm raged on around him with the intense passion of a desperate lover. It reminded him, bitter sweetly, of his home, and the storms they used to get coming down from the North. That rain was always cold, threatening to freeze your bones in place if you so much step outside to get to the outhouse, and all through the night the only sound was the churning ocean below as it tore apart docks and boats and anything else in it’s way.

This was not that type of storm, but Jamie felt like it was, regardless.

Thunder rumbled somewhere close by as he found his way down to the beach, past steep cliffs and scraggly bushes that would sooner shred him to bits than offer a cushion to land on. Only when he reached the pebbly bottom, though, did he feel his resolve crumble.

The beach was just like the one back home.

James screamed. His voice was the thunder, every crashing wave, every lightning strike. He did not find peace letting his voice go hoarse, instead he felt all his emotions rise up in a catastrophic wave, threatening to drown him.

His situation was bad. Although he’d done what was best for the future of the gang, he knew it was wrong. A few members on the fringe would leave after his harsh words. Sarj, his only muscle, would go. He’d grown too close to Cee over the past few months to let her go alone. Jaque and Rai had enough money to buy themselves out, if they so chose to. Lenny was too far in debt to run, now, so he had no choice to stay. Neither did Ezra, since she wouldn’t leave Luna for the world.

Luna. What would Luna think of what he’s done? It was her idea to help Cee, would she be angry with him for not seeing it through? Cee had done her part of the bargain in getting them through the heist, and now he wasn’t keeping his. By letting her go, he was shunning their contract in the first place. A betrayal like that demanded divine punishment, but James ignored the warning signs.

His mind ached for Luna. He craved her calming presence, her graceful air, he craved her. Luna, as gentle and beautiful as moonlight itself.

“Jamie?” He stirred from his thoughts. That was Luna’s voice, no one called him Jamie— no one dared— besides her. It was his Luna— had Ezra managed to heal her? Had she woken up, stirred by his panicking thoughts?

“Luna?” He turned, frantically looking around at the cliff side, but she was not there. Instead, she was already on the beach, ankle deep in the incoming tide.

She looked like she did before, skin smooth and gleaming as if shining from underneath, and hair a soft silvery cloud being whipped around by the wind.

She looked at him like she always did, as if he was a red-hot steel bar that she just couldn’t let go.

“Luna!” Once he realized she was not an illusion created by his own mind, he ran to her. He picked her up in his arms and spun her around. She was much lighter than he remembered, and surprisingly cold, and wet. She had been outside in this storm too long, he needed to get her back inside before she caught a cold.

“Jamie,” she breathed, still in his arms.

“I missed you so much” he said, choking on tears. Sadness threatened to spill out of him almost as eagerly as his anger had before. He held it back, if only for Luna’s sake.

“H-how are you back? Did Ezra heal you?”

“Jamie.” Luna looked at him with sulky eyes. The tide was up to his knees now, it was really coming in fast.

“Luna?” He said only her name, but it was phrased as a question. “Are you alright? You’re creeping me out.”

Her motionless stare, her body, too shimmery to be real, and her scent. Salt and brine. The ocean, something one couldn’t smell like unless they spent all their hours close to fishing docks and seaweed filled water. Something was wrong, and it was not just the fact that the water was now up to his thighs, climbing to his waist, and threatening to pull him under. Just like the creature in front of him.

No sooner had what he thought was Luna’s strong support turned into the deadly vise of something not human, that he knew it was too late— all he could do was catch a breath before he was pulled under.

…

Calloused, worn hands rocked him back and forth. Somewhere outside the safety of these warm arms breathed the ocean, a gentle rumble in the background, nothing more.

Still, the dark clouds on the horizon filled the house with tension, and Jamie wished he could ease his grandmother’s worries.

Neither of them talked as they sat on the rocking chair, the older woman boring a hole into the window and the younger boy burying his face in the clean scent of her clothes.

Finally, James had the guts to ask, “Why are you scared?”

It took his grandmother a moment to answer.

“When I was a girl, I wanted to go swimming on the eve of a storm.”

The sun began it’s descent as she continued, “It was around midday, but the docks were deserted. I remember setting down my towel, a blue one with stripes, and sitting down on the old boards, just plunging my feet in, feeling the seaweed drift around my ankles, and then feeling something else.

Hair. Underwater. It felt soft, but thick, similar to the seaweed, but the darkest blue I’ve ever seen. So close to black, that I thought it was one of my own kin coming to spook me, but no, it was something different.”

A little girl, not much older than me, peeked her head out of the water. Her skin was the blue of a breathless baby, and she smelled like death. But she smiled when she saw me, a smile full of pointy teeth.”

“Were you scared?” James interrupted. He knew about the sea-folk. Everyone in town did. He’d heard the warnings, he understood when not to go near the water, and he knew to turn around when he heard his name called by the ocean, no matter what lovely voice sang it.

Don’t trust the sea-folk, they said. They’d sooner drain you dry then love ya, that’s for sure.

His grandmother stopped rocking. “I wasn’t as scared as I should have been. I was foolish— and curious. I didn’t believe the stories, but there one was right in front of me. I guess I was luckily, because she was young, too. She didn’t try to grab me, only smiled, as if it, too, was her first time seeing someone different from her. Finally, she asked if I still wanted to go for a swim with her. I managed to shake my head and, with a disappointed shrug, she sank back under. Poor me sat frozen on those docks until the first droplets of rain began pouring, in which I quickly picked up my things and ran back home.”

“Don’t fill his head with garbage.” His uncle walked into the room, cradling a bottle. “The sea-folk don’t ask for permission ‘fore they drag you under. It’s just bam! And then you’re good as gone.”

His grandmother shot the man an irritated look. “Don’t interrupt me, I wasn’t finished. You see James, although I was sparred by the Goddess of Luck that day, others did not share the same fate. After the storm, we found three bodies, pale and shrunken, washed up by the tide. Three claw marks around their heart told their fate— and one of the marks were smaller than the rest, as if made by tiny hands. I reckon it was my sea-girl’s first kill. You never know when you’re luck is going to run out, James.” She lowered her voice, “So, remember, it is best to never bargain with the myryads in the first place.”

…

The water was dark, filled with debris and swirling bubbles. The thing that held James in its claws and would not let go had dissipated it’s illusion. No longer did it pretend to be Luna, instead what emerged from the bubbles was a gangly monster, vaguely feminine with drippy hair like dark seaweed and saggy skin covered in shiny scales. This creature, he knew, was a story. A fairy tale, nothing more than Lenny’s ghost. But it was right here in front of him, and it was begging him to say it’s name: a myryad.

Although the salt water stung his eyes, he refused to let them close, favoring to face death head on. Even as he furiously struggled, the sea-girl’s grip did not falter. When she had pulled him far enough under, it turned it’s head to him. Her eyes were huge, dark pits in its milky-blue face. When it opened it’s mouth, it was not Luna’s lovely voice that came out, but a high-pitched scream, a cry, a siren call to it’s friends. More were on their way.

He felt frozen, paralyzed, both by the stories he grew up with and the very real, very dangerous, fairy tale creature in front of him. Her claws ran over his skin, stopping at his mouth. He shut it tighter, clenching his teeth, as she tried to wedge it open.

James did not waste time assessing the situation. He’d been in worse situations before, but he still panicked, struggling harder than before. Claws tore into clothes, then skin, as if it was paper. Although he couldn’t see very well, he knew the water filled with his blood, getting just the coppery taste on his lips. The myryad sniffed and looked him in the eyes. Hungry.

James knew he was running dangerously low on air, and he frantically tried to remember any stories of sailors escaping capture from the sea-folk, but his mind turned up blank. The only thing he could do was fight, the revolver in his belt useless, but the small dagger in his sleeve still plenty useful in creating a gap between him and the sea-girl.

However, quicker than the lightning above, she was back on him with a cry, even as he slashed at her scales, scoring through flesh. She squeezed his wrist, and a bolt of pain shot through him, enough to make him drop the knife, foolishly. Defenseless, she gained the opportunity to strike, sinking two sharp teeth into his neck.

James cried out instinctively, before he remembered that he was underwater, and managed to swallow a mouthful of ocean. His head swam and the sea-girl began sucking him dry. It was so painful, James felt his body go numb. In a last ditch attempt to get himself free, he lashed out and managed to poke the creature in it’s big, glassy eyes.

It caused her to go reeling back, shrieking. James took that opportunity to start paddling to the surface, but he was too slow. The myryad recovered fast, and latched onto his leg. James kicked wildly, and, somehow, her grip slipped. Her claws tried to latch on, but they ripped through his legs like butter. James grit his teeth at the pain, and put all his remaining energy into kicking to the surface. The sea-girl was shrieking, and somewhere close by other shrieks responded.

Panic raced through James’s gut, but it was overwhelmed by the need for air. His head pounded, his heart beat faster than it ever had, and black spots swam in his vision, enough that he thought he was a lost cause, that this was it, he would sink to the bottom and die, feasted on by the myryads, but, miraculously, he breached the surface.

Gasp. He took a greedy breath of air before resuming his frantic paddle to the shore. When he finally pulled himself onto the sand, he definitely cried. Relief, pain, frustration, it overwhelmed him. He was so thankful to be back on solid land he didn’t even mind the pouring rain above.

James laid on the beach for what seemed like eternity, just breathing like he had never breathed fresh air before. He had really thought he wouldn’t make it. He had never even said his goodbyes. Fortunately, his luck had not run out yet. Before the adrenaline ran out, he staggered up and started for the manor. There was a pool of blood, slowly sinking into the sand, where he used to lay. His injuries stung in the rain, and he knew he needed immediate medical attention, lest he wanted them to get infected. He remembered his grandmother’s warning, his luck could run out at any time, so he hurried as fast as he could as far away from that beach as possible.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Got some questions for today :)

1: do the duo like kid friendly horror? Like monster house, coraline, Casper etc…

2: what was the duos first day as superheroes together?

3: would mar’i dye her hair?

4: saw a post saying that Jake is a fan of Star Wars, what’s his favorite movie, game, and character? I can see him and Chris playing Lego Star Wars the skywalker saga in couch co-op.

5: what are they gonna dress up as this upcoming Halloween?

6: what’s their favorite candy?

1. They partially grew up on that stuff if anything. It’s a Halloween tradition for Chris and Jake to marathon those movies (mainly Coraline, Nightmare before Christmas, Paranorman, Frakenweenie and if their parents allow it, Beetlejuice) after a night out Trick or treating.

2. The Duo’s first ever joint mission came when classic alien villain Brainiac once successfully captured the Justice League, the Titans along with most of both the Kents and Graysons in both Metropolis and Bludhaven, leaving it up to Chris and Jake after the two are the only ones who safely evaded being shrunk along with their respective cities. While they started separate on different parts of Brianiac’s ship, they met up at the storage room for all those cities the Coluan had collected. While Chris faced a one and one battle against the cyborg, Jake frantically searched for any button or wire he can to free the cities while also making sure Brainiac didn’t launch a probe into the Sun which could’ve created a planet destroying supernova.

After trial, error, getting roughly pounded and various other issues, the two realize that by working side by side, combining their strengths and tactics, only then was Brainiac beaten down, granting Jake the codes needed to stop the supernova probe while Chris flew the bottled cities back to their rightful places, twisting off the caps allowing them to grow back to normal size (for a bonus he even did the same the long lost Kryptonian city of Kandor at the South Pole, a vital part for Thara Ak Var’s story later). Soon, Brainiac was turned over to Project Cadmus’ custody, the day was saved.

It’ll be about a week or two later when Jake was investigating stolen Kryptonian and Tamaranean tech from the aforementioned Cadmus along with other high tech places, which leads to him calling up Chris if he’d like to join on his secret investigation, an offer Chris happily accepts. This was the first official mission together after the small taste of it they got with Brianiac’s invasion.

Thus, the Starburst Duo was born.

3. Highly doubt it. Her hair already leaves sparkly purple streaks when in flight and as far as she’s concerned, that’s good enough for her. She knows how to dye hair but that doesn’t mean she’ll do it on herself. Lol

4. He adores and favors The Force Awakens as it was his first Star Wars film. It’s the one film out of the Sequel Trilogy that everyone he knows likes as well so there’s that working out. His favorite characters are many by the ones that pop to his mind include Luke, Finn, Ezra, Vader, Dooku, Mace, Rex and of course the Ewoks. Both The LEGO games and Republic Commando are his games of choice and yes Chris and him absolutely have a blast with it together. It’s common for them to fool around Dexter’s Diner swinging their lightsabers all over the place.

5. Chris - Probably as Son Gohan (Cell Games Saga) from Dragon Ball

Jake - Most likely as the Eleventh Doctor from Doctor Who since his Uncle Tim in turn is going as the Tenth (or Fourteenth) Doc.

6. You will be surprised how many Red Vines packs and other licorice flavors Jake has stored away inside the back corner of the fridge. Even Black licorice doesn’t taste bad to him at all

Meanwhile, Chris favors Twix, both bars. He’s bipartisan in the debate over Left Side or Right Side

As for them both, they of course would take their team’s namesake, Starbursts, any day.

I swear, these questions are getting more interesting with every single ask my friend. @gothicghost2000

[feralandmoonstruck]

Moonstruck Ch. 3 Fuck Fate

18+ only! This wip contains explicit material

Ilya looked up from where he was sprawled on the couch when Apollo came in the front door.

“Breakfast?”

Apollo paused to kiss Ilya’s hair. “I brought bagels. Is Kend up?”

“He’s in the kitchen. I’ll be there in a second.”

A topless Kendrick leaned against the counter in front of the coffee maker. A mug was cradled in his hands. “Bagels?”

“From Blue Moon.”

“Fuck yeah.”

Apollo handed over the bag.

Kendrick set his coffee down and began to hunt for his food. There was something in there that felt like it didn’t belong. It was stiff. Cardboard. He pulled it out with two fingers. “Who’s Fate and when and why are we fucking her?”

“What?”

Kendrick turned the coffee sleeve to face Apollo. Fuck Fate. Text me sometime. was scrawled across it with a phone number beneath.

Apollo grabbed for it, but Kendrick snapped it out of his reach. “Il,” he called across the house, “Apollo got someone’s number!”

Ilya appeared in the kitchen doorway. “What? You were only gone for an hour! I knew you were charming but damn.”

“It’s from someone named Fate.”

Ilya moved into Apollo’s eyeline. “I didn’t know you were gay for girls. You think you know someone, and then something like this just blindsides you.”

“Fate isn’t the name of a person.” Apollo tried to grab for the note again, but Kendrick caught his wrist in one hand and flung the paper over Apollo’s shoulder so that Ilya could grab it.

“Whose number is it?” Ilya pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m gonna text them.”

“Il, don’t you dare.”

“Do it,” Kendrick goaded.

Apollo broke free of Kendrick’s grip. A spin towards Ilya should have let him retrieve the coffee sleeve, but Ilya darted away from him and ran for the living room.

“Ilya get back here,” Apollo shouted as he ran after him.

“Catch me first! I’ve got a text I need to send!”

“I can run faster than you!” He charged into the living room. The couch barely registered before he was tripping over the back of it. He crashed into the floor on the other side. By the time he scrambled to his feet Ilya was already through the door and out in the yard.

“Run Ilya,” Kendrick shouted. He stopped at the front door, blocking Apollo for the few seconds it took Apollo to push him aside.

Ilya was across the yard by the time Apollo burst through the door. “Ilya I swear I’m going to put you in chastity and tape you to the wall and make you watch Kendrick rail me if you don’t get back here right Now!”

Ilya paused to turn and flash a grin at Apollo.

The momentary hesitation was enough for Apollo to close the distance and grab him by the wrist. He yanked Ilya into his arms. “Caught you.”

“I should have kept running,” Ilya grumbled. He handed over Ezra’s note.

“Did you text him?”

“Him?”

Apollo sighed. “Fate isn’t a person. It’s, y’know, fate. Like fate or free will.”

“Who’s the mystery guy then?”

“Might as well tell you both at the same time.”

Apollo and Ilya walked back inside hand in hand.

Kendrick was in the kitchen again. This time he was at the table eating one of the bagels Apollo had brought home. He held Ilya’s bagel out to him.

Ilya took the food and dropped into the chair next to his mate.

Apollo sat across from them. “His name is Ezra.”

“And you charmed Ezra out of his phone number the first time you-”

“It’s the second time we’ve met.”

Kendrick raised an eyebrow.

“The first time was an accident. Our names got called at the same time. Turns out we ordered the same drink. I didn’t even notice I had the wrong cup until he came over to say something.”

“Was it fate getting to see him today,” Ilya asked around a mouthful of food. He wriggled in his seat.

A huff of a laugh left Apollo’s throat. “I’ve gone there every day to see if he’s there.”

“You got smitten awfully fast,” Kendrick noted.

“He’s cute. And he’s easy to talk to.”

“Cuter than me?”

“No one’s cuter than you, Ilya.”

Kendrick wrapped his arm around Ilya’s waist and pulled him close. Face buried in his mate’s neck he spoke against his skin. “He’s right, you know. There isn’t another person in the world cuter than you.”

Ilya’s cheeks tinged pink. He waved towards Apollo. “Keep going.”

“I sat with him again and we spent the whole time talking. Getting to know each other. He called it a coffee fate.”

“So that’s why it says ‘fuck fate.’”

“Mhm. Looks like he snuck me his number.”

“Are you going to text him,” Kendrick asked.

Apollo shrugged. “Yeah.”

“Are you-”

He cut Ilya off again. “Il, I’m fine. Nervous, but I’m okay. I want to see him.”

Ilya nodded, “As long as this is really what you want.”

“I can eat him if you end up not liking him,” Kendrick offered.

Apollo burst out laughing. “You’re not eating anyone! Unless it’s Ilya’s ass.”

“Mmm, yes please,” Ilya pressed himself closer to Kendrick, wiggling his hips again.

“You should text him then,” Kendrick said, ignoring his mate.

“I’m going in the other room.”

“You’ll fuck me after breakfast, right?” Ilya asked Kendrick as Apollo got up from the table and left the kitchen.

Apollo sprawled across the couch and pulled his phone out. He tapped Ezra’s number into his messages, Bold of you to defy fate. The phone dropped to his stomach. He tried his best to ignore the butterflies stirring there.

Thought you didn’t believe in it?

I don’t believe in fate, but I do believe in coffee.

Good thing we were at the coffee shop when I smuggled it in with your roomie’s food.

A small laugh escaped Apollo. Very sneaky of you. What are you up to?

Still unpacking 😔

Work really is kicking your ass. You want help? I’m just hanging out.

You don’t have to do that

The offer’s there if you change your mind

I’ll let you know

Cool

You free tomorrow?

To help you unpack? Sure. I have a client in the morning, but I’m free the rest of the day

I meant to hang out. Maybe at one of the places you mentioned

You asking me on a date?

It took five minutes before Ezra responded. Apollo smiled as he opened the message.

And if I am?

“Apollo,” Ilya called.

“What’s up?”

“You wanna join us?”

“I’m okay this time.”

Kendrick’s voice replaced Ilya’s, “We’re going to be a few hours.”

“I’ll probably go out then.”

“Suit yourself.”

There was rustling that was likely Ilya dragging Kendrick down the hall towards their bedroom.

I’d take you up on it. He got up and headed outside.

Ignoring his car, Apollo started toward Brentwood Loop at a light jog. Where would you want to go?

The buzz of Ezra’s reply came before he’d made it to the end of the block. We could grab lunch

A second message followed the first. Where was that place you mentioned? Mc-something? You said they had good food

McCaul’s. They’re great. We could meet at 1? I’m done with my client around 8, but idk when you’re free

That’s way earlier than I expected you to be done. Wanna grab breakfast instead? I’m free aside from unpacking. But that can wait

Wanna meet at 9 then?

Sure. Where at?

Saffron Garden does great breakfast. It’s out south on 129th and Carmine

9 it is then

Apollo jogged out of the neighborhood, taking the back streets to the nature trail in order to avoid running near the highway.

If you wanna take a break from unpacking and get out of the house for a bit I’m out at Brentwood

Out past sunrise? I’m shocked

Lol I run all the time. Sunrise runs are my fave tho

Maybe later. I really need to get through some of these boxes

Sure thing. See you tomorrow then?

Yea

He ran faster. Feet taking him down the familiar path while he popped his headphones in and turned his music on. The butterflies in his stomach continued to stir. They had shifted from worry to anticipation. Each step, each breath lifted him higher. Tomorrow would be here soon. Not fast enough, but soon. A howl escaped him as he broke across the parking lot and into the trees of the nature trail.

[w3bheadz]

Family

Fishhooks Chapter 8

AN: This was a filler chapter, hope you like it :)

Then, it moved to her sitting down on the docks or on the coast while I strummed away at my guitar.

I couldn't tell you when she finally became a regular in my routine, but when she did, she didn't leave. I didn't like hanging around many people. I didn't keep many friends for that reason. I mean, sure. Tigris and I sent letters back and forth, Roe sat around in silence as I sang, but that had been the extent of it.

Then, Roe came around for dinner one night with her brother. Thats when I felt a change. This wasn't two people being alone together in the miserable routine we called life. This was a friendship. It started with one dinner, then two, and now she and Ezra were eating every night at my home. For once, I didn't feel so alone.

"Roe, a little help here?" I called from the kitchen, trying to grab the plates she just so happened to put on the top shelf last night.

Roe came into the room, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest, a smirk on her face. "Whats the matter Flanagan? Having some trouble?"

I rolled my eyes "Rowena, I swear to god, if you want dinner then you should help me get these plates down."

She rolled her eyes, walking up behind me, leaning forward, pressed up against my back as she leaned up, grabbing three plates. She was warm, a feeling I hadn't really felt since before the games. But, the feeling went away just as soon as it came. She backed up, setting the plates on the counter beside the stovetop. "Anything else, shortstack?"

I groaned, shoving her away "Leave me alone-" In response to my obvious agony, she snuck up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and lifting me up "C'mon, drop the 'tude Flanagan. it doesn't look good on you, which isn't good considering everything looks amazing on you"

I felt my face flush, though I couldn't begin to understand why. I felt weird about this. It was like my body was on fire, her touch ice cold. She finally let me down, tugging slightly on my braid "Earth to Magdeline, you in there?"

"Yeah, yeah- sorry, just tired I guess" I responded with a laugh, walking over to the pot to dish out the food. It was almost bubbling over "shit- its burnt..." The rice had gone a bit mushy, the red soup of the jambalaya now turning to a dark red brown. "Gross-" I mumbled under my breath "We won't be able to eat this-"

Roe stuck a spoon into the pot, sipping the soup quietly. She tried not to show it, but I could tell it wasn't good. "mmm- yum" she choked out. I burst into a fit of laughter, the sight of her "oh my god, just spit it out and say it's bad!"

she shook her head "nope, its great.."

"Ezra! Come in here and try this please!" I called from the doorway. He came in, an eyebrow raised "What's going on?" he asked. "I need you to try this, because Roe says its good, but it's burnt as shit and I think she's trying not to hurt my feelings." Ezra just nodded, grabbing his own spoon and trying it. He immediately made a face of disgust "Oh my god... Roe why would you put that in your body-" he ran to the sink, rinsing it out of his mouth. "No offense Mags, you know how much I love your cooking. I just, I don't think that was EVER good."

It started a whole new round of laughter between the three of us. I couldn't remember a time where I'd felt this nice. Sure, the food sucked. Sure, my family was all gone. But I was finally making a new one. I was letting people in, and I was going to be okay. I had to be.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Notes- Luke's Jedi School

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Recovery date: August 22nd, 2022

Description: A universe where Luke Skywalker asks for help.

Notes: N/a

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AU where Luke reaches out to any remaining jedi in the universe, the same way Grogu does to find a master, to recruit them to help him with his school. Who answers? Ezra and Cal.

Ahsoka shows up one day cause "I want to meet my Master's son and the one who saved him", only to find Ezra. She promptly punts him across the clearing into a tree. His reason for not messaging? He was worried Thrawn would pick them out, he also just wasn't sure what to do. He swears part of the reason he answered the call was because he figured Ahsoka would be there.

Cal asks Ezra about Kanan (I am adamant they were besties and you can pry this from my cold dead hands), and shares embarrassing padawan stories about their now deceased friend. Someday Cal gets to meet Hera and Jacen, he nearly cries because his friend had found someone.

These three do not believe in no attachment, however, they all realize that Grogu cannot separate his love for Din from his training (something that is important for control) and so they give him the choice between Mando and the lightsaber because they know he'll choose Mando and that's what they think is best for him.

Ezra offers to take Jacen to the school, to train him to be a jedi, but he shows up to see Hera and Jacen doing maintenence on the ghost and plays off his visit as just checking in on them. Jacen's place is with the ghost, if he decides to seek out jedi training Hera can call him.

The Mantis ends up becoming a sort of ferry and supply vessel for the school, Greez isn't too happy about it. Cere sometimes helps the students with form practice using sticks, like when Kanan was teaching Sabine.

This new jedi temple/school has little guest classes sometimes, Sabine will swing by and teach the students basics about explosives, hand to hand, blasters, and Hera teaches them how to fly big ships and maintain them.

Ezra makes sure to teach them about the dark side, he came much closer to it than Cere so he makes sure to relay his experience. The most important lesson for him is to encourage the students to find a way to come back, for him it's memories of Kanan.

Luke teaches them how to fly and maintain X-wings, and droid maintenance. He and Leia also help teach them diplomacy (this is starting to sound elss like a jedi school and more like just a regular school but with lazer swords... HOGWARTS WITH LAZER SWORDS, lol).

Cal more focuses on the jedi basics, he was an actual padawan at one point so while they aren't teaching the student traditionally, Cal's traditional training helps him build a stronger base for the younglings. But he also takes them to scrap planets sometime to find parts for little projects, like making their own droids.

Ahsoka could help, but she enjoys watching the dumpster fire that is this school.

Extra

One day some force ghosts appear and the padawans all scream, their teachers come running only for Cal and Ezra to nearly have mental break downs because "you're all dead, what the heck" and Luke is strangely chill.

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Yomi didn't even hesitate. Launching himself over the table-top and reaching out to Ogun's arm to grip his bicep and yank him out the way of a flying debris heading in his direction. Twisting to throw the shoebill to the opposite side, he didn't blink or even flinch as his other arm, risen in the momentum, was torn off by the stone wall that had crashed through the dome of Doflamingo's bird house.

The sound was insane, a mess of everything and yet - Yomi's vision didn't falter, nor did he turn towards his injury. Instead, he moved again - unbothered to his wounds to instead step over to Ogun again. Reaching out this time to hold the bird's face in his hand with concern as the place seemed to buzz with life and the birds flutter in startled fear. "Go deep into the trees, Ogun-sama. Forgive my rough handling." Though his arm was pouring 'blood', the scent of it was lavender. It was purple. It was thicker than blood. Yomi didn't look pale at all, if anything, the shape of his pupils instead formed into hearts.

"Ezra-sama!" Yomi moved aside, looking towards the skies. "Round in the birds that have escaped!" He needed a hand for those - as he moved to step back, he didn't even take a moment to dodge his own pool of 'blood' and instead crouched down to pull his limb from under the rock wall's chunk by pushing the towering thing from its place and holding his arm over a shoulder. He was a mess - but at least Ogun-sama wasn't hurt.

He'd never forgive himself. "Seal the hole as fast as you can." He started as soon as several other being came running over. Yomi's features never changed even though they all seemed startled at his state. "I will go see to Doflamingo-sama. Some fool must have upset him. Ogun-sama, please, do not worry. I am fine and you are safe. That is all I wish for. Please, stay here and aid Ezra-sama in calming the other avians down. I will be back."

Ogun didn't realize what was happening until Yomi-san pulled him out of the way of whatever came crashing down around them. Fear wasn't an emotion he like, but it was invoked in this moment at seeing the other hurt. It was so sudden and his heart felt like a hummingbird's, swift and terrifying. Usually, flight was his response rather than fight, but right now he felt frozen in time, looking at the spot where Yomi's arm used to be, the lavender ' blood ' ( some of it splashed into his feathers ) gushing from his stump. He startles, wings puffing up as his face is touched and he blinks at Yomi before giving a slow nod, brows furrowing.

Ezra took the sky at the call, flying around to the other avians, cooing to them and soothing their fear as he guided them deeper into the trees. He keep an eye on Ogun who had started to move and gesture to the others to follow him. The shoebill's movements were stilted, his expression carefully blank.

But Ezra knew his friend, he was terrified and confused and neither of those emotions did well with someone like Ogun. Swearing beneath his breath, he round up the last of them, gently guiding them into a small clearing, letting most of them take to the trees, finding comfort in the shade.

Once every one of the avians were calm, albeit confused and worried, Ezra took a look around, realizing he'd lost sight of his friend.

Ogun moved deeper into the aviary, seeking water. He had to get it out. Yomi was fine. He just picked his arm up and put it back. He was fine. Yomi was fine. Ogun was'nt fine. The phrases kept repeated as he buried himself into the water, washing at his feathers. He needed to get it out. Yomi was fine, Everything was okay. Everything was okay. There's a distant call to his name, the flap of wings and someone joining him in the water. But he's not done, there's still lavender there ( no, it's not ), it's covering every feather. A distressed, high pitched sound leaves him when his wrists are grabbed and it's not Ezra he sees, it Yomi but the image is distrorted. Fuck, it was fine. Everything was fine…until it's not.

Ezra's heart aches at the sight of Ogun attempting to wash his feathers, tearing them out when he sees something that's no longer there and he has to stop him. Dropping down, he sloshes through the small pond, reaching out and grabbing his friend's wrists, thumbs stroking at his wrists.

❝ ━ Ogun..look at me. See me. ❞ His voice is soft, but stern. He repeats himself once more until the other avian stops tugging at his wrists and meets his gaze, ❝ ━ He's okay. He went to go help Doflamingo-san, every one of us, is okay. Yomi-san, is alright. ❞ Ogun stares at him in distress for several moments, shoulders hitching up to his ears and Ezra tightens his hold on his riend's wrist, ❝ ━ Let them handle it. I promise when everything calms down, he'll come to us. Breathe with me, alright ? ❞

Placing one of those hands on his chest, he breathes deeply,in for four, then exhales, out for four. Ezra saw the extent of the damage to the birdhouse but that was minimal to their caretakers. Yomi looked okay and he's sure Doflamingo-san was alright, probably just annoyed by whoever bothered him. For now, he'd keep everyone carroled, and to keep a grounding hold on his friend, even as he slumped against him, the adrenaline leaving him. Ah, atleast their days were never boring, were they?