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[bountydroid]

Darlin' pt 8

pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4 / pt 5 / pt 6 / pt 7 (SMUT) / pt 9

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (Romance)

Description: Cooper and Reader enjoy SuperDuperMart.

TW: Mentions of bad parenting and emotional abuse, mentions of sex but no smut.

The next couple of days felt like pure bliss. We spent our time exploring SuperDuperMart, finding endless supplies. I even finally was able to change my clothes into something cleaner. It was surprising that the place was not more ransacked than it was. Maybe it was the location that protected it. Eventually, I had Cooper move the bodies away from the couch and into a different room. During the act, I was too distracted to mind, but the idea of having sex next to them bothered me. The flickering lights and the decrepit couch started to feel like home, someplace we could stay forever. The large supply of Jet would have him set for a long time so he no longer needed to worry about making money to survive. 

More often than not, we ended the days wrapped up in each other, naked on the couch. Bit by bit, Cooper started to open up to me more. Telling me bits and pieces about his ex-wife and daughter. He would never admit it but it hurt him to talk about it so he didn't say much, but was grateful for anything he was willing to give me. I told him more about my home. My father and brothers who kept me locked away in the house, constantly cooking and cleaning. The romance books that I hid under my bed so my father wouldn't take them away. How desperately I wanted to escape but was too afraid to for so long.

"Someday, I'm going to pay that man a visit." He hissed; the venom clear in his voice. 

While I was grateful that he wanted to avenge me, I was happy with the idea of never going back there again. Not even for revenge. They didn't deserve to know I was alive and happy. Not that they would care.

On this particular day, we ended the night like we always did, naked on the couch with me sprawled out on top of him, a light blanket covering the bottom half of my body. It was becoming my happy place, and he seemed to enjoy it just as much. 

"We've become domesticated," I mumbled into his chest, causing him to laugh.

"I will NEVER be domesticated, darlin'. I'm just takin' a break is all." He responded; determination clear in his voice. 

Honestly? I didn't mind the idea of leaving this place eventually. I would follow that man anywhere. "I'm excited for our next adventure then."

-

I woke up groggy and confused as I heard footsteps coming closer. Cooper groaned as he pulled the blanket farther up my body, shielding me from wandering eyes. 

"Why hello there boys. Now ya'll here for the ice cream social, I'm afraid I got some bad news." He said, converting back into his old, cocky self.

One of the men crouched in front of the couch, looking between us, a look of disgust clear on his face. I squeaked from the embarrassment as I clutched at the blanket.

"That is absolutely disgusting," He murmured at the sight of us before looking over at the robot that had been stuttering for days. "Take it's fusion core." He nodded to the other men. 

I was practically buzzing from the fear coursing through my body. Cooper could feel it, so he snaked his arm around me protectively.

"Now," The man started again. "Destroying a legitimate business? That's illegal around these parts." He said, a cocky tone in his voice. 

"Says who?" Cooper asked, anger clear in his voice. 

"The government." The man responds menacingly before one of the others hit Cooper in the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him out. We were so focused on the man in front of us that we didn't notice the one sneaking around the back of the couch.

"Cooper!" I squealed as one of the men grabbed my arm and wrenched me off of him causing the blanket to fall to the ground. "Well looky here." The man slurred as I tried my best to cover myself. "How did a ghoul get so lucky? You some sorta pervert?" 

"Let go of me!" I cried out, looking back to Cooper. He started to stir, slowly waking up from the temporary loss of consciousness. In response, the men pointed their guns at him. "No, please!" I pleaded. 

"Don't worry miss we ain't gonna shoot him." He explained, "As long as he doesn't fight, that is. Now get dressed." He said throwing me to the ground on top of our clothes pile. With shaky hands I did as I was told, grateful that they didn't have other plans for me. 

By the time I was dressed Cooper's eyes were open. He was seething, baring his teeth to the man in front of him. The man responded by grabbing my arm and spinning me around, so my back was against his chest as he cocked a gun against my forehead. "Your turn ghoul. Get dressed."

A retort died on the tip of Cooper's tongue as he saw the tears running down my face. He let out an angry grunt before quickly throwing his clothes back on. Before he could say a word, the man who hit him took a rope and tied it around his wrists. "You are coming with us." The man growled.

The man holding me didn't bother tying me up, instead opting to keep a tight hold on my bicep. It didn't take long to start hurting. I was definitely going to have a bruise. His companion walked next to Cooper, gun in hand ready to shoot him at a moment's notice. The walk was quiet, tension was thick in the air. We didn't know where they were taking us. "At least they seem to need us alive for now." I thought to myself, glancing back at Cooper.

"Eyes forward." The man hissed at me, shaking me slightly.

I did as I was told, not wanting to push my luck. After a couple of hours of walking, we found ourselves heading inside a neglected building. The inside was decorated like it was out of one of the movies Cooper had me watch at SuperDuperMart. The man holding Cooper pushed him through some swinging doors. 

"Well, shit." A man says as soon as Cooper enters the room.

Why, Sorrel Booker." He chuckled.

Hope swelled in my chest at the idea that they knew each other. That maybe we'd be lucky enough that he would let us go. Sorrel Booker was a bigger man, he was sitting comfortably at a table with a large piece of meat in front of him. We were obviously interrupting his meal. The two men threw us down into chairs at the table. 

"I heard it was a ghoul that fucked up that SuperDuperMart." Booker mused, "Nobody told me it was THE ghoul." He said before picking up his knife. "You know who you boys brought in?" He asked the two men behind us. "This sumbitch right here used to be the best bounty hunter to ever shoot a man in the ass. Kids these days don't know their goddamn history."

I looked down into my lap and fiddled with my hands. This man was so hard to read. I couldn't tell if he was friends with Cooper or not. When I looked back up Booker's eyes were on me.

"Who's your friend?" He asked Cooper.

Before Cooper could respond, one of the men piped up, "We found these two naked. Can ya believe it?" He said, a tone of revulsion in his voice. "Disgusting."

"Her name is Y/n." Cooper said, throwing a dirty look at the man behind him, "And she didn't do shit.”

"She's with ya. How innocent can she be?" Booker asked.

There was a moment of silence before Cooper asked, "Say you got a needle and thread?"

One of the men behind us scoffed, "Sorry, we don't do a lot of knittin' around here."

"It's called sewing," Cooper responded, unamused. "I think I got some in my bag."

Booker nodded toward one of his men who immediately complied with the order, pulling out a rag. I shot him a curious glance as the man unfolded the rag on the table, everyone giving Cooper a disgusted look as his finger rolled out. Cooper held up his wrists expectantly, silently asking to be unbound.

"Now come on now, Sorrel, we are old friends, ain't we?" Cooper said as he stared him down.

Booker took a moment before relenting, cutting Cooper loose. "Look at you. 200 years." My eyes opened wide in surprise, during our talks Cooper never mentioned he was 200 years old. "I don't know what keeps you goin'. Maybe you like the feelin' of that good old Californian sunshine on your wrinkly ass face. Or maybe this one isn't the first girl you've found willin' to fuck a ghoul." He finished.

Cooper glanced over at me as he started sewing his finger back on his hand before saying, "Nah, she's one of a kind."

"How sweet." The man behind me said sarcastically. 

"Or maybe," Booker continued. "You're still lookin' for her."

I stiffened at his statement. Was there someone else?

"Well Sorrel, I can confidently cross one reason off that list for ya. I sure as hell ain't still alive so I can have unintelligent conversations with dipshits like yourself." Cooper responded. Booker had obviously hit a nerve. 

One of the men immediately responded by hitting Cooper in the head again with his gun. "Watch your mouth. That's the president of the government you're talkin' to." He sneered.

Cooper slowly leaned back into his chair. He looked calm, but I could see the anger still simmering inside of him. "Ah. You a president now?" He asked Sorrel.

"Don't see why not," Sorrel responded confidently, taking another bite of his food.

"Well, you might want to hire a publicist because this is the first I'm hearin' about this outfit. Now, what I am hearin' is a whole lot of chatter about some woman. Name of Moldaver." Cooper replied.

"They call her the flame mother. Now that bitch is dangerous." Sorrel said with a serious look on his face. 

"Well, when it comes to leadership these days, dangerous is what they call a prerequisite," Cooper said smirking.

"Somebody's gotta step up and bring some order around here. You know why these boys brought you in?" Booker asked, puffing out his chest. 

"Cause I fucked up a poor, defenseless, gang-affiliated organ dealership?" Cooper mumbled, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yup," Sorrel said with conviction. "Now I've always liked you-"

"Well, I've always liked you," Cooper interrupted with a smile on his face.

"Well, ain't that sweet. But that SuperDuperMart you two gutted was under our protection. So, if I wanted to let you go scot-free, folks might lose faith about what we are trying to do here. And then what?" Booker explained.

"Anarchy in the streets," Cooper answered.

"Exactly, so you got anything to say in your defense?" Sorrel asked.

"Guilty as charged." The ghoul responded confidently. I gave him a look of disbelief as he happily wiggled his finger. 

"Just like that?" Sorrel asked, surprised. 

"Just. Like. That." He smiled. "Now if you need any more evidence, I can tell you about this town I just shot up, Filly." 

"Cooper." I hissed angrily. Finally breaking my silence. 

He smiled at me, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, I must have killed nine or ten people." He continued, "She didn't do shit." He repeated. 

"My daddy lives in Filly." One of the men states, concern in his voice. 

"Well, not no more he don't. Unless he's a coward." Cooper said.

"Don't take the bait, son." Sorrel interrupted as the man cocked his gun at the ghoul.

"Oh, I ain't fishin'. I'm just trying to game this out. Now, in my experience, the apple tends not to fall too far from the tree. Is that true in your case?" Cooper asked.

"My daddy ain't no coward." The man was fuming as his gun stayed pointed at Cooper. 

"Well, then I guess the only question is..." Cooper smirked, "Are you?"

"Sherrif Rex. Take Sherrif Troy's gun away." Sorrel said, clearly unamused at the situation.

"Very presidential of ya." Cooper mused.

"Take him out back and feed him to the hogs," Booker said, done with Cooper's antics.

Sherrif Rex pulled Cooper to his feet, but before I could protest, Cooper headbutted Sherrif Troy before stealing Rex's gun. The next thing I knew both men were dead on the ground as he shot them repeatedly. 

"Goddamn it." Booker sighed.

"You really should teach your men how to treat a lady," Cooper explained. "They weren't very nice, were they darlin'?"

I gave him a small smile, "No Coop, they weren't."

He hummed as he stalked across the room. "I got one question for ya ol' buddy," Cooper said, turning his attention back to Sorrel. "Why... do you have this picture on your wall?" He asked, pulling down one of the wanted posters.

"That's Moldaver." Sorrel responded, a look of confusion on his face, "Why?"

Cooper's face betrayed him as shock washed over his face before he regained his composure. "It's just not how I remember her is all," Cooper mumbled. 

"Yea? Well, how do you remember her?" Sorrel asked.

Cooper stared silently at the poster for a while, lost in thought while Sorrel and I exchanged awkward glances. 

"Cooper?" I asked him, worry settling into my stomach. This seemed to catch his attention as he brought his eyes up to me. 

"Let's go, sugar." He said as he folded the paper before stuffing it in his bag. He reached his hand out to me, silently asking me to take it. 

I quickly grabbed his hand, eager to get out of this place. "What about him?" I ask.

"The president?" He asked, mocking Sorrel, "Leave him."

I held on to Cooper's hand tightly as he confidently strolled out of the building. Who was this woman? And what was she to Cooper?

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[callmejudgement]

UA University Script

About Me

Name: Mako 魔子

Trickmaster hero – Miss.Magician

Age: 18

Birthday: ??? Letting fate decide fr.

Height: 5ft 7in

Quirk: Magician - which provides me with 8 tricks to fool reality. Flame jumping,illusions, historical projections, damage transfer, steel card, air bullets, paper figurine substitutes, underwater breathing trick (more on my quirk here)

Physical abilities: incredible balance, coordination, flexibility and agility. Danger intuition.

Backstory: I literally just grew up in a happy family. Living rich and lavish. My dad is a retired top pro hero and my mom is an underground hero that works for the government. I have an older sister following in my mom’s footsteps and older brother whom is a researcher. My family often trains together and we do a lot of family activities together. I’ve been friends with Shinso since middle school and I was close with Shotō for like a year in elementary school. We’re literally twins with our heterophobia and dual color hair 👁️👅👁️.

My goal in this reality it literally to be my silliest, most autistic self. Literally me if I never started masking so people wouldn’t call me weird.

Plot (or the lack there of)

The war arc doesn’t happen. I’m not dealing with allat.

Bakugou doesn’t get kidnapped and faces appropriate consequences for his actions and behavior (I’m talking about him being a bully).

The other students quirks are stronger (I hate that Bakugou had it easy. I’m a purebred hater).

Momo was trained and is more skilled at using her quirk (she’s rich why didn’t her parents hire a trainer for her canonically?)

Tenko’s mom leaves with the grandparents and his sister before he loses control. He now attends UA.

OFA is still out there plotting I guess.

Fusions (borrowed idea from priicklleshifts on tiktok).

Overhaul is good and works at UA in support heroes/medical.

Eri is not abused and has a decent relationship with Chisaki even though he is an overworking germaphobe.

Events like the sports festival only starts to happen at the second trimester (bc why tf did it happen on like the 2nd week of school?)

Japan

Due to its high safety and previously low birth rate, Japan now has many immigrants from all over

Super high tech I’m talking holographic screens, robots in the streets, virtual reality, etc

There’s a National and international tournament where schools compete to see who has the best upcoming heroes.

UA

UA is a university because why are them kids fighting?

Amenities

Along with what appears in the anime there is:

A spa on campus that is free for hero course students. They offer normal and medical massages, mud baths, meditation, sauna, steam room, lounge, ice fountain, treatment rooms and other beauty and wellness services (yes, I'm going to abuse this).

There is practically an extra little town on the mountain with the school due to all the school amenities and staff.

Massive library with study rooms n stuff.

Lots of school festivals, dances and other events.

Classes

UA Departments: Hero, Support (fashion, tech, etc), Business, Gen Ed.

There’s home room which is where you spend most of your time. We do gen Ed and hero law stuff with our home room.

Students can take any electives ranging from costume design to home ec, Solo training to costume engineering.

Students are encouraged to try out things through electives and clubs.

There are free lifestyle classes on weekends so you can take a quick class on cooking, sewing, gardening, first aid without the commitment or worry of grades.

Everyone gets a free holographic tablet thing for the schedule, note taking and to access the school app thing.

The app lets us access the dorms if we don’t have a physical I’d on us, order at the school restaurants with free delivery from the campus delivery bots. It’s just has a bunch of handy features.

Class 1A

Shinso replaces mineta.

There are also 5 exchange/international students in our class.

We go on a few international field trips throughout the year.

There’s a pool table and conversation pit in the dorm.

Mina is blasian, Midoriya is half Yemeni and Sero is Latino because I said so.

Merch

School spirit became a big thing with the influence of American immigrants and exchange students (America ya! :D).

UA has school jackets, shirts, jerseys, etc.

The gym uniforms come in different styles and lengths to suit the wearer.

Food

Instead of one lunchroom there are many dining halls around campus. If you’re a boarding student then food is free.

The restaurants have a certain numbers of items you can pick from to create a reasonable meal. Anything extra you have to pay for.

Some of the halls have larger portions or all-you-can-eat to accommodate for stunner quirks and different bodies.

Diverse food culture. (Indian, American, Chinese, Japanese, Mexican and other style foods)

There are mini break rooms around campus for students to relax,study or mingle between classes. They have free snacks (onigiri, chips, fruit, juice,etc).

There are self driving busses that drive students to the area in 10min max.

There’s also food trucks on campus (I am not being greedy. This is 100% necessary).

[roselinbooks]

WIP Food Tag

Tagged by @willtheweaver, thank you!

Rules: Answer the food related questions provided here using the voice of your OCs. The yummier the descriptions, the better!

I have been thinking about the kinds of foods eaten by cultures in the Stellar Eclipse series more lately, specifically since some of the cultures in that world have diets that are fully plant-based or don't use fire for cooking, beyond my previously limited ideas around raw meals. Going to try to develop that more here but take it with a grain of salt, pun intended!

What is one comfort food that'll change your whole mood for the day?

Eureka: Authentic sun-dried trout and herbs is something that I haven't had in a long time...I've tried to replicate it at home but it isn't quite the same. It always comes out a little saltier here, probably because we live so close to the ocean. As much as I'd like to taste it again, I'm not sure how I would feel if I was completely successful. As-is, it reminds me of my childhood and happy memories from my village and foster parents.

What is an experience, good or bad, that has turned you off or on to a food completely?

Baltan: I can't stand anything that's gummy or chewy since my last extended stay in a hospital.

If you could eliminate one piece of produce, meat, dairy, or sweets off the earth, what would it be?

Baltan: I understand why gelatin is useful in a hospital, but fuck gelatin.

Lleuwellyn: Soft drinks, just to see what Baltan would do.

Azzie: (after struggling for some time to remember the word not for pickles, but the thing that makes pickles taste Like That) Vinegar.

Eureka: Nothing! There are no bad ingredients, only bad cooks. But if I absolutely had to...probably potatoes.

Dessert is normally saved for last, but if you could, what would you order for your entree at a restaurant?

Lleuwellyn: A fruit tart would be fine, wouldn't it? That's healthy enough.

Baltan: If Eureka bakes it, I'll eat it for any meal. His chocolate cake is my favorite.

Azzie: Iced fruit cream!

Eureka: If you're craving sweets, I'm sure I could make a dinner that is sweet. There are plenty of cuts of meat that pair well with sweeter seasonings. Pork, white fish, mince...served with a fruit salad or chutney... (starts muttering recipe ideas)

What are some food fusions that should never be mixed?

Lleuwellyn: Pickled vegetables and soft drinks. Ask me how I know.

Azzie: (nodding in agreement)

Cooking is a life skill, so why haven't you started learning yet?

Lleuwellyn: I barely remember to eat.

Baltan: Eureka won't let me in the kitchen unless it's for basic things. And he is right for that.

Tagging: @abalonetea @byjillianmaria @indecentpause @theticklishpear @toboldlywrite and open tag!

[cristostonr21]

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[anchanted-one]

Book of Storms Legend of Vajra

Chapter 16. Excursion

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/109294722

Raudraksha

Jasme looked out the shuttle viewport with a sense of wonder. Even from the air, this city looked magnificent! She felt the familiar feelings of butterflies in her stomach, which she got every time she approached a destination. Except this time, it felt like there were a thousand of the little buggers instead of just ten.

She’d gotten permission for a field trip to the planet to see its culture for herself—and she was eager to do so—but there was another, secret reason she was here.

A part of her felt guilty about coming here without Vajra; he’d given her a sad smile when she’d told him, full of longing and homesickness. But he had been exiled. He wouldn’t be allowed here. Tarsten would have sent word if the exile had been revoked.

As soon as she stepped off the landing ramp, she got a rustic scent similar to the Kalikori, but much richer. The smells of cooking filled the air; a rich mix of spices and sweets which made her mouth water. All homes and buildings were decorated with flowers, and some of that smell reached her, even out here.

Raudra ran out to greet the new arrival; mostly children younger than ten; clearly the people had grown a little accustomed to arrivals, rare though they were. Enough to not crowd the landing zones at least.

Many greeted her warmly, bowing and folding their hands. Some offered her presents—powdered dyes, snacks, and shawls. The children asked the same question, which T0-CK dutifully translated. “Do you want to play with us?”

Jasme chuckled and said “I’d love to, but I’m here on business. But tell you what: if you can all meet me here for dinner, I can tell you some stories!”

The children’s answering cheer was a lot more deafening than it should have been, given their small number.

Some of the parents looked at her guiltily, but she smiled and said “Consider this repayment for these wonderful gifts,” which mollified them somewhat.

She found her welcoming committee at once; Captain Tarsten had come out to greet her himself. As the lone human, he stood out. There was a tall Raudra woman with him, holding a four-armed child with a complexion much closer to human. Tarsten himself was decked out in a fusion of Raudra and Republic uniform, with their stole and a dark veshti, but a Republic Officer’s vest.

He clapped his heels into attention and saluted when she reached him. “Master Jedi! Welcome to Raudraksha. I’m Captain Ugo Tarsten, and this is my wife, Urvashi.” The woman smiled and bowed. “And this is my daughter, Asha.” The child beamed when her name was called. Jasme was used to seeing Vajra’s third white eye, so the pitch-black ones on all those present here was disconcerting. “I trust you had a safe trip?”

“Good afternoon, Captain. I’ve never felt this much anticipation on a trip before; I can’t describe how much I’ve been looking forward to this. And I’m not a Jedi, I just work with them. Specifically, in the Archives. I’m Jasme, by the way.”

“Ah, an Archivist?” he looked her up and down with his keen eyes. “I thought your kind barely stepped out of the Temple.”

She gave him a hurt look. “We’re not shut-ins, you know!”

“Actually, many of you are!” he winked. “I’ve spoken to a few, while on shore leave. Most seemed to have a lot of knowledge without any understanding of how the world works. They did not understand; looking things up in a manicured library isn’t the same as experiencing the galaxy! The world’s not in your books and holos. It’s out here.”

“I have to agree. I’ve seen every report and recording you’ve taken on this enchanting world, and I wasn’t prepared for this!”

The soldier laughed. “See? And wow, I had no idea my reports were being read.”

“Not by many, I’m afraid. The Raudra are still an unknown… though I suspect that’s going to change in time.”

He looked at her questioningly before his eyebrows raised. “Ohhh, do you mean Vajra?” He gave a great shout of laughter before addressing his wife, who gave him a startled look mixed with delight. She passed their son to him before running off towards the gates.

“Despite being ‘exiled’, Vajra is loved here,” the dark-skinned soldier explained. “And not just for his chosen-one status. The people here really admire him for making such a difficult decision at such a young age. Most are eager to move his tablet inside the Maheshvara Rudra Temple, so I’m constantly getting requests for any word about him.”

“Well, I guess I know what stories to tell then,” Jasme chuckled.

“You will be feted for that,” he returned the chuckle. “I’m looking forward to it too, to be quite honest. When I last saw him, he was a broken child trying his hardest to stand tall.”

“Well, that sounds like him even today,” she reflected. “But he’s doing his best… and people are getting saved. He’s already a legend on Tython.”

“Don’t spoil the story, please!” he requested. “Anyway. I was delighted to get your message. It’s been lovely out here, but I do yearn for the larger galaxy sometimes.”

“Hasn’t your marriage closed you off to it?”

“Not quite. ‘Their ways aren’t my ways’.”

“Ah, of course.”

“Not that I want to leave. This place is incredibly serene, once you get used to the temple bells and bustle. The ‘Embassy’ is outside the walls, so we avoid the worst of it.”

“Let me guess, it’s the building over there, right?” she pointed at the one with the antenna. Like Tarsten, it had a fusion of Republic and Raudra elements. It had painted carvings on its outer walls, and the building itself was painted as well, but it was easy to tell it was a prefabricated Republic unit rather than one built of sunbaked mud bricks.

“Yes,” he chuckled in his deep voice. “I painted some of it myself.”

“You are a talented man!”

“Thank you! Here, let’s visit the Temple before I take you home. They will be eager to meet you.”

He went silent as they approached the city wall, allowing her to take in the sights.

There was a pair of statues by the main gate, which were being repainted—beautiful works of art they were; a tall man with a great many arms, a weapon in each arm. This had to be Rudra himself. But upon closer inspection, she realized that it was a woman. Adi Shakti?

This civilization was older than Rudra, she remembered belatedly. The Lord of the Storms may be their most beloved deity, but Adi Shakti was their oldest known and most supreme. She was the fount of all energy in the universe, after all, including the power of all deities. One could say that she was the Force personified.

With that thought, Jasme could not help but stare at her beautiful face for a while, to look closer at all the accruements. She had a mighty trident which she held in two hands; a curved shortsword and buckler, a lightning bolt, a flower, a mace, a bow and arrow, a javelin, some small stone, and objects she couldn’t recognize.

“That curved, round stone is a conch-shell,” Tarsten told her. “They are used like trumpets. That disc is called a chakra, and it’s the primary weapon of their great god Narayana.”

“She’s holding a lightning bolt,” Jasme said fondly.

Tarsten chuckled. “The Vajra.”

“It’s nice to think that no matter how far he travels, she holds him in her arm, empowering and watching over him.”

“Yes.”

Upon entering the city, she was charmed by the beautiful architecture and sculptures, and the thousands of garlands adorning the city. Most of the citizens bowed to her, but did not waylay her. They kept firm hands on their children, who looked mightily disappointed they couldn’t see the new arrival up close.

“Jnanaprastha is a real gem,” she sighed.

“A word that small shouldn’t be able to do something so beautiful any justice.”

“It doesn’t. But I can’t find better words right now.”

“I remember my first days here. I took hours taking it all in.”

“Surely you got used to it?”

“I did,” he nodded. “But worse. I got over it. I started to hate it. The food, the unending chanting, the rituals… but then I reached a state of acceptance again. Then I found Urvashi. I was lucky to find her. She made life charming again. Although she was a little disappointed to find out she wouldn’t be getting any sister-wives.”

“What?!”

“Polygyny is common here, but the society is matriarchal,” he reminded her. “The women aren’t forced to marry one man by law, they look forward to it. Look forward to starting a new community with other women as much as their new husband. It’s a big part of the courtship here, where the prospective wife socializes with the other wives for a few weeks. They are married as much to each other as their husbands.”

“Right. Can’t wrap my head around that one.”

“I’m thinking of taking more wives too,” he confided in her. “Not for myself… I want her to get the large household she dreamed.”

“I’m a little surprised they let you marry so easily.”

“They’ve got some progressive parts to their mindsets.”

“Hmm. Hey, have you been to any of the other cities?”

“I’ve been to two. Ambapura, which is the city built around the Adi Shakti temple. And Vayakunt, the main centre for Narayan worship. They’re close enough that we can reach after two months of travel. They each have their own beauty. Ambapura is built around a lake full of swans and lotuses, and has a structure much like an opera house where there’s recitals, plays and dances every month. Vayakunt is built on an island on the ocean, one from which you can still see the peaks of the mainland. It’s in the middle of a gorgeous coral reef, which acts as a natural sea wall.”

“That’s incredible… I want to visit both of them. And as many of the others as I can.”

“I really hope you don’t mind if I tag along. One of the reasons why I haven’t been to any more cities is because this kind of travel… it wears on me. It’s fun the first few days, but then you get footsore, and can’t sleep because your bedrolls aren’t thick enough to stop the rocks from poking your neck.”

“We’d be delighted to have you!”

After ten minutes of walking, they reached the Temple in the heart of the city. Jasme gulped. Like everything else here, it was beautiful, but it was definitely imposing enough for a temple to the god of storms.

*

Jasme took almost five minutes examining all the statues around the temple’s main door. She wished she was good at sketching; she could sit here all day long and just draw.

“Here, I wanna show you something.” The child in his arms started to get antsy, so he let her down but kept her hand in his grip. He led her to the shrine—whose doors were closed at the moment—and pointed at a carved stone tablet right outside. “That’s Vajra. It’ll be taken inside, and an idol added, as soon as word of heroic deeds returns. The Raudra are restless to see it happen. Never before has there been a chosen of Rudra whose name was not installed within the main shrine by the next festival.”

“So, he really is a deity already,” she whispered. “I joked about it once, but…”

“What was the joke?”

“He single-handedly defended a village of illegal immigrants who settled down near the new Temple on Tython. Did it for five months. They came to saw him as a stalwart guardian. I joked that he was already worshipped in two places. Not to him, of course. He doesn’t yet have an ego, but no sense in pushing our luck.”

“Temple on Tython,” he repeated. “Never thought I’d live to see the day when the Jedi were forced off Coruscant.”

“It was bad,” she sighed. “So many dead… tens of millions.”

Tarsten looked depressed, so she changed the subject. She asked him about the nearest festival, places of interest around the city, more stories he had to share, anything to avoid mentioning Coruscant again.

Eventually, Urvashi returned to them.

“Looks like Meghna wants to meet you. Indran isn’t here, but Sumathi’s clan are.” He started walking towards the audience chamber, and Jasme hastened to follow.

“If I recall…”

“She’s the one who found Vajra. Nursed him personally that first day. Sukanya, one of her clan’s warriors, was one of many to offer to adopt Vajra. She was also chosen to defend him during that meeting.” He shivered. “You know, the first time I saw that, I thought it was because she’d taken to the child. But then I saw her fight in a tournament. I think she could give Satele Shan a decent fight. And Kuberan was even better than her. Not that they could beat Shan.”

“Whoa…” She considered that piece of information all the way to the door.

*

“Greetings and salutations, gentle Raudra,” Jasme gave her most courtly bow to her hosts. “I am honored to have this audience. My name is Jasme, and I am an archivist. A scholar.”

The priestess spoke, and her droid translated. “The honor is all ours, Jedi. Be welcome to our world. I am Meghna, High Priestess of this temple. All the Priests of Raudraksha answer to me. These are Kaunteya and Chandana, my most trusted advisors.”

“I’m not actually a Jedi,” she said politely. “I simply work with them.” That required some clarification, but in the end the Raudra all nodded in understanding.

“May we ask what brings you to Raudraksha?”

“I’ve come to study your people, if I may. I am fascinated most by different cultures. I spent years studying them. When I read about your people, I was surprised by how different you were from other civilizations of comparable technological advancement. Much wiser, and more compassionate.”

“You will have to elaborate on that too, some time,” Meghna said, looking pleased at the praise. “Your Republic is welcome here. And we here appreciate the thirst to learn. The curiosity.”

The doors parted again, and a dozen women walked in with their hands folded and their eyes down.

“Ah, come in, come in!” Meghna greeted the arrivals happily. “This is Sumathi of the Veerabhadra clan. Fate saw fit to have her here in Jnanaprastha on this day. Even one day each way, and you’d have missed her.”

“We are grateful for your summons, Mother,” the woman whispered. “And it’s our pleasure to meet you too, traveler.”

“My name is Jasme,” the archivist grinned. “I am an archivist. A scholar.”

“It is an honor!” she bowed deep. “I have with me Sukanya,” the most beautiful of her entourage bowed. “Kuberan,” the taller of the males. “Niyathi, Pracheti, Varsha, and Sumedh.” That last one was the other male. “Sukanya and I are… particularly interested in the tidings you are said to bear.”

“About Vajra?” Jasme confirmed. “I’d be happy to share all I know.”

“Please, make yourself comfortable first,” Meghna requested. “Happily, it is lunchtime, so we can talk about it at leisure.”

Jasme sat down, eager to dig in. She thanked the servants as they served each dish on her leaf plate, then asked “What is the first thing you’d like to talk about?”

All eyes turned to Sukanya, who smiled gratefully. “Thank you, everyone. I was the one almost chosen to be his mother you see,” she explained. “The question most important to me is; how is he? Last I saw him, his world had crumbled, and he was hanging onto whatever rocks he could, no matter how sharp.”

“He is… better. But he is forever haunted by the actions of that monster, Bellicose.”

She sighed unhappily. “I suppose it’s overly optimistic to expect otherwise. We still know little about his life before the falling star. Everyone who knew him is gone.”

“He has a new life now. And while there is pain, there is joy as well. He loves the Lightsaber, as an art form. I take it you remember that it sang to him, that day? It still does. And he dances to it. It gives him a deep peace, and connects him to the Force like nothing else does. He is also good at fixing machines. And he loves reading and learning, too.”

“This is strange to us,” Sumathi said. “Warrior, philosopher, laborer… why doesn’t he choose one path and only follow that? We understand that our way is not the Jedi way, but I thought he’d live like us, even among the stars.”

“I recall reading that philosophers and nobles in your society live as all classes before they are allowed to claim their position, yes? Isn’t this the same?”

“Well, no,” Meghna said. “The nobles and philosophers must understand the other arms of society better than most, to better use them. But they do not have to practice it.”

“Well… I see. Does his life upset you?”

“No,” Sukanya said firmly. “He sounds like he’ll grow into a capable young man someday. My single-minded husband could learn from him.”

Kuberan chuckled. He asked her something, and she nodded. “Still, no matter his varied interests, what’s most important is this,” Kuberan said. “What are his duties? How nobly does he acquit himself in discharging them?”

“As a Jedi, defending the innocent is among his most important duty, and he does it better than most. But he was forced to kill scores of cruel belligerents in order to do so. Each time he swung his Lightsaber, he wondered if he was becoming the deranged Sith he dreaded most.”

“But he is a good child, is he not?” Sukanya protested, as the others uttered shocked cries. “You said he was doing his duty… duty and emotion must be separated. How can he be on the battlefield without understanding this simple truth?” The others agreed fervently.

“The Jedi are desperate. Their numbers are diminished greatly. That’s why Padawans are being saddled with burdens they wouldn’t have forty years ago.”

“I see.” Everyone looked terribly downcast, but Sukanya fumed. “Master WenSuul failed to prepare him for his duty.”

“She taught him how to love the people he protects, among other things. She was bedridden for the past few years, thanks to her age. She became one with the Force, six months ago.”

Sukanya looked mortified when Jasme’s words were translated.

“I’m sorry for the news. May paradise welcome her with flowers and nectar.”

“Well, back to Vajra… he’s learned since his first battle. Learned to divorce his head from his heart, as was needed. His new Master taught him that.”

“That is well.”

“You have to understand… his biggest fear is to become the man who slaughtered four clans. That first fight… he killed a thousand Khrayii. It was a mighty feat, but grueling.”

All the Raudra jumped to their feet. “A thousand!” Kuberan roared. “What have your Jedi been demanding of him?”

Jasme felt alarmed by their rage, but Sumathi angrily ordered them back to their seats.

“Alas, as I said; a great many Jedi have died protecting the galaxy from Sith, and too few now remain. Far too few. Though the war is supposed to be over, there are still many dangers out there. The Jedi were forced to dispatch him, and him alone, on some important missions. I promise you, they did not take the decision lightly. And whatever his feelings, he has done your people proud. On the training yard, he’s already bested the most skilled members of the Order. He’s being hailed as one of the greatest swordsmen in the Order. He defeated a large army of beings as brutal as Sith, and saved hundreds of lives. Alone and unaided, he felled seven beasts thirty feet high in defense of a village. And he risked his life to save them from a deadly poison, without any orders from the Council. He remembers his people, and defends others so that none have to face what he did, if he can help it.”

That sparked some interest. “I suppose we have been yearning for this. Tell us about these deeds.” Meghna requested.

Jasme was only happy to oblige. “I do love telling stories after all.”

*

It was almost late evening when Tarsten and his wife led Jasme back out of the city, and showed her their humble home.

“I love what you’ve done with the place!” Jasme looked around.

Tarsten collapsed onto the nearest chair. “That took longer than I expected.”

“Was I too long-winded?”

“No,” he sighed. “The Raudra were fascinated, and you’re a good storyteller. I had no idea that frightened young lad would go on to dwarf my own kill count before he even became a man.”

“Sukanya seemed quite fond of him.”

“Yes. She sees herself as his rightful mother, having won the council’s vote by a decent margin. She has two children of her own, by the way, and is the second-mother to fourteen others. She’s definitely good at the job. Vajra would have had a good home, had the Force not had other plans.”

“I do wish he’d gotten that chance,” she said. “If it meant not having those ridiculous burdens. Still… I am so grateful to have met him. He’s my little brother now, and I love him dearly.”

“Good. My own brothers- and sisters-in-arms gave me much stability and support during my worst times, so I know how important it is.”

“How good is your wife’s Basic? Or your daughter’s?”

“It’s… less than basic,” he laughed. “They have no cause to learn it, but I did show them some of the sights and luxuries out there. If you want to talk to them, you either need me or your protocol Droid. Why?”

“I need to discuss the primary reason I came here. Something even more important than a grand tour of a fascinating culture.”

“You have my full attention.”

He heard what she had to say, then sat back and sighed. “You’re in luck. I recently noticed that my wife and girl don’t fall ill at all. I noticed that most of them don’t, very often. I’ve seen one sick person in ten years. I requested an audience with Chandana, who is a master of medicine and physiology. She serves as the High Priestess’ personal physician.”

“I thought they rarely fell ill?”

“Yes, it can get real bad when they do. They still need to be vigilant, if they don’t want to lose patients. And there’s other problems which need physicians, like injuries and old age. They’re no harder to harm with knives and blasters than humans. And Meghna’s definitely getting old.”

“Right…”

“They do heal faster than us though. Deep wounds stop bleeding in minutes. And this one time, when I went for a hunt with the town’s hunters, this Raudra named Govindan lost an arm. It grew back fully seven months later. I’ve never heard of someone regenerating a ruptured lung, or something like that, but I suspect that if you can put them in a kolto tank, they might even regenerate lost organs. I wonder what a Jedi Healing Trance can do?” He trailed off for a moment. “Anyway, like I said. The Raudra are highly resistant to all manner of diseases. Viruses, bacteria have an infinitesimally small chance of infecting them, compared to a human. They are also highly resistant to most natural venoms. There’s a snake here called the naag. For most land beasts, one bite is all it takes to kill. For a Raudra, it needs fifteen to severely hamper them, by which times its fangs have run dry. Untreated, the Raudra has an even chance of survival, if they survive the next few days, and have enough rations of course. But the physicians know antivenoms, so if found within the first day, their chance shoots up to ninety-seven per cent. I requested my Em Dee synthesize a variety of lethal toxins, including Ziroxin-12, and run tests with their blood. Again, they have a remarkable chance of survival.”

“So, they’re immune to most natural venoms and toxins,” Jasme said, falling deeper into thought. “Would you mind not sharing your findings?”

“Any reason in particular?”

“Corporations like Czerka and GSI will be mightily interested.”

“Ah. Got it.”

Jasme excused herself to use the fresher. It was just as she had been suspecting. Vajra was not affected by venoms and toxins, which meant the mushrooms in the Trial had not had any effect on him.

He had not truly faced the Mirror. He had not completed his most important Trial.

*

[swarmkeepers]

Top 5 Vietnamese dishes?

AAAA AJ what a GOOD QUESTION. nothing against pho or banh mi but if you can get your hands on these I HIGHLY recommend. 

5. Tofu pudding - i don’t know if this is vietnamese or just asian? literally just warm soft tofu, a little plastic container of sticky-sweet caramel syrup, and some coconut cream. apparently some of my friends’ parents banned them from eating this bc of the estrogen in soy? but this was go-to dessert every family gathering.

4. Pandan waffle - coconutty, bright green, warm in a paper bag, a buck fifty at the vietnamese deli or at the vietnamese bakery at the mall. so so good and simple. sunday breakfasts

3. Bánh bột lọc - this is childhood breakfast on special saturdays (along with banh nam), tapioca dumplings in banana leaf. we usually had shrimp but bbq pork is my favorite filling for these. 

2. Mì quảng - i love pho but this is my all time favorite noodle soup dish, with wide yellow noodles and banana flower and crispy sesame crackers you dip into the broth until they get good and soggy. it’s also a very central region dish and that’s where my family’s most strongly rooted!

1. Bánh khọt - on the menu at my family’s favorite vietnamese restaurant they translate this as “shrimp cupcakes” and idk if i can explain them but they’re crispy-on-the-outside soft-on-the-inside fried half-spheres kind of like takoyaki, with pieces of shrimp and green onion and crispy bits? so so good with a spoonful of fish sauce on top and a lil lettuce wrap around it. 

[munsster]

domestic!steve and his little family

A/N: i can’t get his “six nuggets” speech out of my head

Warnings: drinking, suggestive situations, fluff

part one part two part three part four

you passing out on the couch after putting the kids to bed and trying to get through a movie. he comes home and cuddles behind you and then the terrors wake up and come lay on top of you both then the dog curls up by your feet

just a pile of harringtons <3

SLOW. DANCING. all the time, to everything, holding a baby on his arm, cooking, cleaning, humming the music because there's nothing else playing

everyone getting a cold/the flu at the same time, and you happy to dole out cough medicine and tissue boxes, but he just follows you around and gets to everything before you can strain yourself

him ALWAYS knowing when you're on the verge. whether it's the kids being a little too whiny, or just a rough day, he's there to swoop in when you need even a little assistance

plus maybe finding you curled up in bed after an awful day and just turning off all the lights for you and spooning the rest of the night

accidentally getting super protective of his little family, doing all the 'hard' tasks (changing a light bulb, sweeping/mopping, the laundry, etc) to save everyone else the hassle

just the most lovely helicopter parent

FAMILY GROCERY TRIPS 🥺🥺!!!!! him buying the kids whatever they want and pushing them around in the cart while they swing their little legs. using only one hand so he can hold yours in the other. stopping halfway through every aisle for a kiss. the kids squealing and covering their eyes.

the party is still in college and (mostly) in-state, and your home is like a free for all every time they're in town. which honestly is such a good deal (the babysat become the babysitters, and i stand by that) they love you guys and the kiddos

especially dustin

lemme tell you, he would get so excited about teaching your little harrington fusion babies how to play dnd. um bonus he definitely makes them into little techie babies on accident, and it's gotta be so cute seeing them slowly turn into his mini-mes

him trying to explain all the confusing bits of movies/cartoons to the nonverbal baby who’s just babbling incessantly, and dustin’s determined to get the little ray of sunshine to understand Ducktales

one of the kids LOVES fiddling with dustin’s shiny new gameboy + him calling her dustin jr. for a lonnnng time

dustin being the most involved and present of the party, stopping by as much as possible even when he’s busy, making them snacks and sandwiches and bringing them toys

uncle dusty 🥹

okay now don't get me started on robin

she like definitely hates kids, but uh oh suddenly there's a soft spot for your little ones because they look exactly like her best friends. down to the smiles, the eyes, everything

(her bringing vickie over for double dates, and vickie is good with kids, which really isn't helping robin's soft spot for the rascals. she's a sucker, and we all know it)

YOU HOSTING “FAMILY PARTIES” EVERY YEAR WHERE EVERYONE (wheelers, sinclairs, byers, hendersons, argyle, robin, max, and eddie + wayne sometimes) COME OVER AND HAVE A BBQ AND PLAY GAMES AND DO KARAOKE

bonus: joyce and hopper shredding journey songs APART for the entire neighborhood to hear

also bonus: most of them getting wine drunk and passing out on the living room floor while you and steve lay blankets on top of them. the babes being SO excited to see everyone in the morning (even if all the adults are very hungover)

anyways back on track here: steve learning how to braid.

because your daughter's hair can be pesky some days

okay most days, which makes his new little hobby all the more useful. and he gets INVESTED in all the different hairstyles (french braids, dutch braids, fishtail braids, even the twisty ones?? you name it and steve harrington's wrote the goddamn book on it)

also??? bathtime with the kids would be so precious. them having BASKETS full of bathtoys

even when you're just perched on the toilet seat making sure no one drowns, you end up covered in soapy water. head to toe, it's so unfunny

steve "bubble bath" harrington buying the fancy soap that fills the entire bathroom with foam just cause the babies find it so fucking fascinating

him and the babies sitting on the couch watching cartoons or something when they can't sleep, and they're just mindlessly chattering while steve is treating it like a full on conversation.

"yeah" + "oh yeah, i hadn't thought about it that way" + "wow. no, that's a really good point, bubba" + "i'm sorry, dewey did what?" + "you better not be taking notes, missy”

family picnics, family drive-in movies, family walks in the park, family game night, family apple picking, family beach days, family camping trips (+ steve’s insane bonfire skills), family crafts, family pillow forts, family baking

that’s all

matching clothes 90% of the time (gingham, hats, swimsuits, all of it. getting ready is such a hassle most days because steve is adamant on looking like a big bunch ‘o’ freaks… but it’s pretty cute to see him so excited)

steve is so invested in how much you care for the babes. like his heart is AFLUTTER every time you mindlessly play with their fragile baby hairs and call them sweet names and kiss their little heads

but sometimes, he just wants to unwind

the kids are snoring away after you’ve read them about four picture books (and an encore), and he’s standing in the doorway, ready to catch you in a tight hug when you slump over to him

whispering about how good you are with them, kissing your temples + forehead, taking hot showers together after a particularly tiring day

then laying down wrapped up in each others arms and trying not to doze off (and even though he finds it very cute when you fight your exhaustion, it’s even better when you go pliant and he can just brush your hair from your face and kiss your nose and wish you sweet dreams)

and he’s got insane body heat so you don’t even need the covers on from late spring to late fall

plain old cuddles keep you just as warm

SPORTS DAD ALERT!!!!! crackin a sunday morning beer (idk i dont pay attention to sports) AND TOSSIN A BALL WITH THE BABIES????

oh my goodness im MELTING because they are not good at sports, yk being babies and all, but he’s so encouraging anyway

teaching them to catch and throw and dunk and swim and dive- oH my god, he’s perfect and so so patient and understanding

father of the year truly

annual road trips to maine or oregon or louisiana depending on how crazy he’s feeling, but it’s always a surprise, and he always plans it himself no matter how much you insist on helping

your music taste imprinting on the babies during the hour long car rides (and steve a little tbh)

oh yeah, you don’t have a camper because you told him it might be excessive, but hey, he’s just as content bustling through the states in a beat up old mini van

making a million stops for sight-seeing and snacks

him getting sunburnt all the time and yeah, it brings out his freckles, but you scold him for sure about how reckless it was meanwhile your kids are LATHERED in sunscreen even when they’re inside all day pls 😭

okay…. you don’t do as much together [in bed] anymore because of the kids, but whenever you get the chance, he’s crazy sensitive, even when you just trace his skin or kiss his moles, he’s like arching off the mattress going wild

and he’s not shy about his ‘i love you’s

well, maybe he is, but he’s not shy about showing it

gosh and he always looks so handsome. being a dad really suits him: not always having the time to shave (stubble 🥴), the ever-present proud father/husband smile on his face, THE HIGH WAISTED JEANS

(please tell me why he would get all the babies names tattooed. and yours of course. probably in an arrow heart. god he’s so gross, i want him)

him occasionally whipping out his old letterman and putting it on just to tease you, using his specially reserved ‘king steve’ persona to flirt with you until you give him a kiss and rehide the goddamned jacket

him being OBSESSED with you. all. the. time.

boy is still needy. he is a honeymoon phase man at heart. it’s not a phase.

pulling you in for so many random kisses, always telling you how gorgeous and incredible you look even if you’re sweaty and overheating, taking you on spontaneous stargazing dates, bringing/making you lunch on days he works, holding your hand every second of every day

always always having special dates (birthdays, anniversaries) locked up in his brain vault, making SURE to buy you and the kids the perfect gifts/treat you to dinner

and at one point, the game of remembering becomes a little competition

in the beginning of your marriage, he used to rush to the store to buy you flowers, but after a few years of you beating him to the punch, he gave up and just accepted your bouquets every year, promising to kiss you silly later that day

he truly cannot resist your smile when you hand him that bundle of pretty flowers (the little nuggets love it, too, because it means they each get to pick a personal flower out of the bunch)

steve is genuinely the sweetest and most caring husband and father and i don’t take criticism

he’s wanted it for so long and had so much practice that it comes naturally to him. he never loses his temper, and the kids are just as sweet on him as you are.

masterlist

[faunusrights]

library of faults (RWBYDUB AU)

set in RWBYDUB AU, which is if rwby rock was abt bedroom producers and DJs and electronic music instead. blake uses they/them pronouns don't fuck it up.

_

"You know, I used to think my dad had the best record collection this side of Vale," Yang says as she watches Blake pull boxes of records out from their shelves, all packed so tightly together as to not jostle at all, "but damn, you put him to shame."

"Buying vinyls was cheaper, at the time," Blake admits, although they jab a thumb at one particularly old looking set, with their dusty jackets and faded print. "Or, uh, I stole them. From my parents, I mean. Don't know if they ever noticed, but..."

Each box is organised alphabetically and by genre; Blake's collection of jazz--ranging from bebop to more modern jazz-fusion--is extensive, but it's only superseded by dancehall favourites, more suited for a party crowd than easy listeners. Some of the records are so old and so loved that their sleeves are either crumbling into nothing or are missing entirely, replaced by plastic covers marked up in permanent ink with the name of the artist written in bold, the RPM underlined thrice over. If anything's clear, Blake's taken real good care of them all at best they could.

"Cheaper, huh?" Yang muses aloud, neatly stepping over the topic of their parents--an awkward thing to talk about at best and downright painful at worst. "Let me guess: you were such a hipster you spun vinyls before it was even cool, right?"

Blake rolls their eyes, flipping through their records with familiar ease. They're looking for a specific track to sample, and despite Yang's insistence they could just buy a digital version to work from, Blake is, and always will be, a big believer in not paying twice for something you already own. "It wasn't because I was a hipster, idiot, it was because you could buy like ten vinyls for fifty Lien when I was a teenager. I would go to antique stores or dig through the bargain buckets at charity stores and take as many as I could carry. Then I'd go wherever home was and play them on just the world's shittiest set of fourth-hand decks and chop up samples onto a laptop that got so hot I could cook eggs on it." They pause their search, and wrinkle up their nose. "That's not hyperbole, either."

Reaching the end of the current box, Blake accepts that what they're looking for isn't inside this particular one, closing the latches of the lid with a pair of solid thunks. Sure would help to remember the artist at the very least, but c'est la vie.

"At least you were making stuff as a kid," Yang points out, settling herself down next to Blake on the carpet. "I didn't take doing music seriously at all until Ruby started really pumping out tracks and she asked me to help out. I'm starting to regret all the years I wasted not practising my rudiments."

"That implies I made anything half-decent," Blake points out as they open crate number two: H--L. "Most songs I made back then were born at seven in the morning after DJing for the better part of twelve hours straight and still drunk on free beers I was too young for."

Yang just looks impressed, which isn't quite the message Blake was trying to impart. "Yeah, but that's what I would've rather been doing at... what, sixteen?"

"Fifteen, actually," Blake mumbles. "Travelling across Mistral playing for whatever illegal rave would have me."

Yang's eyebrows almost touch the brim of her snapback, and for a second she sort of looks Blake up and down like she can't quite believe that Blake--who wears button-ups and dark slacks and looks almost every bit like a pretentious jazz student when they've got their glasses on--would ever be doing something like underage drinking in a condemned warehouse in the south of Mistral as they blasted music through a DIY soundsystem until there were alleged noise complaints up to ten miles away, but, hey. The truth is weird sometimes.

"Gods," Yang says after a moment. "You are so cool. Like, don't get me wrong; that can't have been, like, good for you. But also--"

"It wasn't," Blake cuts in, and then they give Yang a wry smile. "But thanks for liking my mental illnesses anyway."

[dine-on-nervine]

What was the year/make/model of the last car you drove? 2012 Ford Fusion Hybrid.

Have you ever been in weather below 0 Fahrenheit (-17 Celcius)? Yes, it occasionally got that cold in Yakima.

What was the last thing you used your phone for, besides calling/texting? A TV remote control.

Do you have more male or female coworkers? Male, but the ratio of women is actually higher than you might expect.

Did you enjoy high school? I liked some parts of it. >> That’s about my take, too. Lots of it was bullshit but parts of it were really fun and even occasionally useful.

What's an unusual food combination you like? I put the salsa in my ketchup at Taco Time for my tater tots.

What's the longest stretch of time you've spent completely alone? Days.

Have you ever lived in a studio apartment? Yes, in the late 1980s.

Did your parents allow you to drink soda when you were a kid? Yes, and my mother’s biggest gripe was that some of us would open a can, take a swing, and put it back in the fridge never to finish it so it’d go to waste. I can’t do that, cold flat soda is terrible so I’d rather have warm flat soda.

Do you always check the prices of things when you buy groceries? Usually.

Do you like gyoza? Yes.

Have you ever been in a situation where you needed a lawyer? Yes, and in fact that’s what settled the case -- the city wasn’t expecting me to lawyer up over their poor judgement.

Do you use Instagram? If so, what's your current profile pic? Nope.

Did you ever go through an emo or goth phase? Nope, I had a period or two where I hung out with goths (but wasn’t one myself) because they were fun.

What are your thoughts on kids being given iPads to keep them entertained? I think that’s a cheat, a shortcut. Effective perhaps and maybe when I was a kid that would have been a lifesaver for my mother, but I tend to bristle when I see some little kid in a shopping cart holding a phone or tablet, watching Peppa or Baby Shark.

Do you get regular check-ups with your doctor? LOL, no, and I realize I should.

What was the last thing you felt apprehensive about? I don’t want to elaborate, but my girlfriend and I have a sort of schedule of how things go and recently it seems she’s added something that prevents her from doing the usual nightly things once a week. Which is fine, she’s a grown-ass woman, but it’s never been discussed so I’m the last to know.

How many nights per week do you cook dinner at home vs. going out to eat? Lately it’s been once or twice (microwaving a Costco cheeseburger).

What's a trend you've seen recently that you thought was really dumb? The religious right saying and doing things that genuinely go opposite to what the Bible says. How exactly do you express hate toward women, minorities, and the LGBTQ+ when the book and beliefs you swing around say love one another, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and welcome the immigrant?

Do you know anyone who has been evicted? Not sure. Probably.

When did you last wash your sheets and pillowcases? Pillowcase was a week ago, sheets were a week or two before that.

Have you kissed more than 10 people in the past 10 years? Most definitely, I was leading an exciting life which I don’t miss prior to Covid.

Have you ever been caught outdoors away from shelter during a thunderstorm? Definitely. I remember this sudden storm at summer camp.

Did you leave the house before 10 AM yesterday? I needed to get my glasses repaired so I showed up at their office at 7:50. Never mind that they open at 8:30.

What's your favorite macaron flavor? They have flavors?

How often do you have friends over to your house? I don’t. Mostly because I don’t have friends, but even the ones that do come to my house don’t enter. (Honestly, my girlfriend hasn’t been in my house in three years, and that was to help carry an air conditioner up the stairs.) Which is better since this place has stinky dogs, toxic mold, and a paranoid landlady.

Have you ever had a boss who acted unprofessionally? I can think of three examples, two were at the same place (with their replacement simply never doing his job) and one was at Pizza Hut. There were never any reprecussions for the first two (but the replacement did get demoted once but never learned his lesson and got promoted again), and the manager at Pizza Hut got hit with a sexual harassment complaint which resulted in him getting transferred to a different Hut and not some actual punishment.

How many times have you stayed at a hotel in the past year, and where? We usually do AirBnB but I know when we stayed at a Best Western earlier this year on our way to visit my folks.

What kind of technological advancements do you expect there to be 100 years from now? I would have to think about it. Futurism hasn’t ever been my strong suit, and so many of the things we said “one day” or “in the year 2000″ about, we have even if it was in the last 20 years. Minus the flying cars, but now we have self-driving cars and that’s also something that was on the list forever.

Have you ever done a flip on a trampoline? Believe so.

What about a flip off of a diving board? Definitely.

What was the last hot beverage you had? Probably a coffee at my girlfriend’s house since I drink it cold at home or when I buy one.

What was the year/make/model of the last car you drove? I don't drive.

Have you ever been in weather below 0 Fahrenheit (-17 Celcius)? Gah, noooo thankfully I have not.

What was the last thing you used your phone for, besides calling/texting? Ha, it's rare that I'm using my phone for actual phone things lol. Anyway, I'm pretty sure it was TikTok.

Do you have more male or female coworkers? I don't have a job.

Did you enjoy high school? I liked some parts of it. Like, I actually enjoyed the pep rallies and assemblies. Honestly, while a lot of it truly was tough and I'll still stand by that, I think as I've gotten older and looked back some of the stuff maybe wasn't so bad after all.

What's an unusual food combination you like? I haven't had it in so long, but I actually think adding mayo to ramen is good.

What's the longest stretch of time you've spent completely alone? Just like half a day.

Have you ever lived in a studio apartment? No.

Did your parents allow you to drink soda when you were a kid? Yeah.

Do you always check the prices of things when you buy groceries? Of course. I don't have money coming out my ass. However, I do sometimes randomly throw stuff in, but it's a snack or drink and I know it doesn't cost much.

Do you like gyoza? I've never had it.

Have you ever been in a situation where you needed a lawyer? No.

Do you use Instagram? If so, what's your current profile pic? Very, very, very rarely. I don't even spend much time on it scrolling through my feed or watching people's insta stories. I just posted something for the first time in a few years for my birthday.

Did you ever go through an emo or goth phase? I had my emo phase when I was 16, but let's be real it was never just a phase.

What are your thoughts on kids being given iPads to keep them entertained? I don't see an issue with it. However, I personally wouldn't use a screen as a babysitter and I'd set limits to screen time. Otherwise, I definitely see the educational benefits. It's just wild how kids literally come out the womb nowadays knowing how to use a tablet or phone like wtf.

Do you get regular check-ups with your doctor? With one of my specialists, but not my primary doctor.

What was the last thing you felt apprehensive about? I'm apprehensive about everything.

How many nights per week do you cook dinner at home vs. going out to eat? I personally don't cook, so in that regard zero. As for how many nights I eat at home vs in my case how many nights I get takeout, it's something like takeout 4-5 times a week.

What's a trend you've seen recently that you thought was really dumb? I will never understand the whole Crocs trend or the little charm things you put on them. I just can't.

Do you know anyone who has been evicted? Not to my knowledge.

When did you last wash your sheets and pillowcases? A couple weeks ago.

Have you kissed more than 10 people in the past 10 years? I've only kissed 3 people total.

Have you ever been caught outdoors away from shelter during a thunderstorm? Gah, yes. I was at an outdoor festival and it just randomly started POURING. It was crazy.

Did you leave the house before 10 AM yesterday? I didn't go anywhere yesterday.

What's your favorite macaron flavor? The Fruity Pebbles one.

How often do you have friends over to your house? --

Have you ever had a boss who acted unprofessionally?

How many times have you stayed at a hotel in the past year, and where? I last stayed at a motel in March of 2022.

What kind of technological advancements do you expect there to be 100 years from now? >> I can't fathom this

Have you ever done a flip on a trampoline? No, I can't go on a trampoline.

What about a flip off of a diving board? I can't do that either.

What was the last hot beverage you had? Coffee.

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Food, food, and More Food

Not long ago we had a booklist involving tea and then it occurred to me that we hadn't gathered books about food yet. I love a good book about food, baking, cooking, or just enjoying food. Here are a few enjoyable stories revolving around yummy meals and treats.

With the Fire on High by Elizabeth Acevedo Quill Tree Books [Our Group Discussion]

Ever since she got pregnant freshman year, Emoni Santiago’s life has been about making the tough decisions—doing what has to be done for her daughter and her abuela. The one place she can let all that go is in the kitchen, where she adds a little something magical to everything she cooks, turning her food into straight-up goodness.

Even though she dreams of working as a chef after she graduates, Emoni knows that it’s not worth her time to pursue the impossible. Yet despite the rules she thinks she has to play by, once Emoni starts cooking, her only choice is to let her talent break free.

Café con Lychee by Emery Lee Quill Tree Books [Audrey's Review]

Sometimes bitter rivalries can brew something sweet.

Theo Mori wants to escape. Leaving Vermont for college means getting away from working at his parents’ Asian American café and dealing with their archrivals’ hopeless son Gabi who’s lost the soccer team more games than Theo can count.

Gabi Moreno is miserably stuck in the closet. Forced to play soccer to hide his love for dance and iced out by Theo, the only openly gay guy at school, Gabi’s only reprieve is his parents’ Puerto Rican bakery and his plans to take over after graduation.

But the town’s new fusion café changes everything. Between the Mori’s struggling shop and the Moreno’s plan to sell their bakery in the face of the competition, both boys find their dreams in jeopardy. Then Theo has an idea—sell photo-worthy food covertly at school to offset their losses. When he sprains his wrist and Gabi gets roped in to help, they realize they need to work together to save their parents’ shops but will the new feelings rising between them be enough to send their future plans up in smoke?

A Taste for Love by Jennifer Yen Razorbill [My Review]

To everyone else, high school senior Liza Yang is practically perfect. Pretty, smart, and well-liked, she’s salutatorian of her class and starting a prestigious university in the fall. To her ultra-traditional Taiwanese mom, however, Liza is stubborn and rebellious, unlike her older sister Jeannie. She won’t even date a proper Asian boy! The only thing mother and daughter agree on is Liza’s talent for baking. With Mrs. Yang’s annual junior baking competition on the horizon, Liza’s determined to prove she’s more than Jeannie’s shadow. If only she knew her mother has plans of her own…

Hungry Hearts: 13 Tales of Food and Love edited by Caroline Tung Richmond & Elsie Chapman Simon Pulse [My Review]

From some of your favorite bestselling and critically acclaimed authors—including Sandhya Menon, Anna-Marie McLemore, and Rin Chupeco—comes a collection of interconnected short stories that explore the intersection of family, culture, and food in the lives of thirteen teens.

A shy teenager attempts to express how she really feels through the confections she makes at her family’s pasteleria. A tourist from Montenegro desperately seeks a magic soup dumpling that could cure his fear of death. An aspiring chef realizes that butter and soul are the key ingredients to win a cooking competition that could win him the money to save his mother’s life.

Welcome to Hungry Hearts Row, where the answers to most of life’s hard questions are kneaded, rolled, baked. Where a typical greeting is, “Have you had anything to eat?” Where magic and food and love are sometimes one and the same.

Told in interconnected short stories, Hungry Hearts explores the many meanings food can take on beyond mere nourishment. It can symbolize love and despair, family and culture, belonging and home.

A Phở Love Story by Loan Le Simon Pulse

If Bao Nguyen had to describe himself, he’d say he was a rock. Steady and strong, but not particularly interesting. His grades are average, his social status unremarkable. He works at his parents’ pho restaurant, and even there, he is his parents’ fifth favorite employee. Not ideal.

If Linh Mai had to describe herself, she’d say she was a firecracker. Stable when unlit, but full of potential for joy and spark and fire. She loves art and dreams pursuing a career in it. The only problem? Her parents rely on her in ways they’re not willing to admit, including working practically full-time at her family’s pho restaurant.

For years, the Mais and the Nguyens have been at odds, having owned competing, neighboring phở restaurants. Bao and Linh, who’ve avoided each other for most of their lives, both suspect that the feud stems from feelings much deeper than friendly competition.

But then a chance encounter brings Linh and Bao together despite their best efforts and sparks fly, leading them both to wonder what took so long for them to connect. But then, of course, they immediately remember.

Can Linh and Bao find love in the midst of feuding families and complicated histories?

The Way You Make Me Feel by Maurene Goo Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR) [Jessica's Review]

Clara Shin lives for pranks and disruption. When she takes one joke too far, her dad sentences her to a summer working on his food truck, the KoBra, alongside her uptight classmate Rose Carver. Not the carefree summer Clara had imagined. But maybe Rose isn't so bad. Maybe the boy named Hamlet (yes, Hamlet) crushing on her is pretty cute. Maybe Clara actually feels invested in her dad’s business. What if taking this summer seriously means that Clara has to leave her old self behind?

Batter Royale by Leisl Adams Abrams [My Review]

In Leisl Adams’s debut graphic novel, Batter Royale, an aspiring amateur baker enters the toughest, ugliest, most fearsome fight she’ll ever experience: a baking reality show.

When seventeen-year-old small-town waitress Rose impresses a famous food critic, she and her best friend, Fred, find themselves thrust into the tough world of competitive baking. The contest is an intense ten days of bizarre challenges, and the competition is cutthroat. Some competitors are willing to lie, cheat, and sabotage their way to the top. Rose may be in over her head, but she is determined to show that she can become a top chef. Batter Royale is a fish-out-of-water style romantic comedy about climbing out of the circumstances you’re in and making your dreams come true. [It includes recipes!!]

A Cuban Girl's Guide to Tea and Tomorrow by Laura Taylor Namey Atheneum Books for Young Readers

Teenage master of Cuban cuisine, Lila Reyes, is eager to inherit her family’s Miami bakery along with her sister, Pilar. But between spring and graduation, Lila’s abuela dies, her best friend abandons her, and her long-time boyfriend dumps her. Fearing Lila’s emotional health, her parents defy her wishes and entrust her summer to family and their Winchester, England inn. Even though she’s given a space to cook at the inn, she longs for Miami, the seat of her Cuban roots. Being a Miami Cuban baker is her glorified past and destined future, forged by years of training by her loving abuela.

Days into her stay, Orion Maxwell barges into Lila’s inn kitchen with a delivery from his family’s tea shop. A nuisance at first, opposite ingredients soon learn to blend. Orion befriends Lila, introducing her to his mates and devouring her food––comida Cubana.

Orion entertains her with his mental collection of superstitions and sweeps her onto his vintage motorbike. He wraps cold, underdressed Lila in his wool cardigan and becomes her personal tour guide. His mum’s early-onset (FTD) Dementia gives Orion a unique outlook––he never asks too much of the world, accepting what he can’t control. Lila soon discovers this British boy brings empathy to her loss because he’s living his own.

Before long, Lila can’t control the route of her own heart as she begins to fall for more than a new love. England has charmed her. And a special opportunity in London tempts her. As her return ticket looms, Lila feels impossibly caught between two flags. Hearts aren’t supposed to split like this––between a beautiful boy and a beautiful family. Between exploring an uncharted future in a rich new place, and honoring Abuela’s treasured legacy.

Here are a few more that are on my TBR list:

Radha & Jai's Recipe for Romance by Nisha Sharma

North of Happy by Adi Alsaid

A la Carte by Tanita S. Davis

Lessons in Fusion by Primrose Madayag Knazan

Pocket Change Collective: Food-Related Stories by Gaby Melian, Ashley Lukashevsky

Somewhere Between Bitter and Sweet by Laekan Zea Kemp

If you know of others we've missed, please let us know the titles. Happy reading and possibly eatiing.

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SteveTony - Alternate Universe

Here are some Alternate Universe fics that I love. Don't forget to leave kudos and nice comments in every fic!

Food for the Heart, by LagLemon, 14 k >, Cooking, No Powers.

After being introduced to a gourmet food on a budget blog by Pepper (a gift for her elderly, cheapskate mother) Tony starts cooking again. The recipes are good, but the blog owner is even better. Still, Tony isn't so sure Captain America, the guy who runs the blog, can compete with Hot Bagboy, the gorgeous blond who works at the grocery store.

"Free to Good Home" by Captain_Panda, 7 k > words, Alternate Universe - Animals.

"Oliver and Company" AU.

There's a great big world outside the box.

But it's a dog-eat-dog world, and Tony's just one cat. Then a stray dog comes along, looking for a friend.

A Day In Principal Stark's Office, by nannersmelo, 10 k > words, Steve Single Parent, Director Tony.

Tony Stark has his hands full with not only Stark Industries, but also his beloved mother's life project: The Maria Stark Academy, and as he enters his office in order to deal with a ferocious mother whose son was apparently assaulted by one of his brightest students, he was sure this day would culminate in nothing but a heinous headache. Little did he know - he was in for one hell of a surprise.

I Am the Night by gottalovev, 6 k > words, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire Tony Stark, Wizard Steve Rogers.

That's it. Tony is doomed. He rolls on his back, crosses his wings over his belly and closes his eyes. He'll await death here, misunderstood by the world to the bitter end.

C is for Calculus and Compromise, by heydoeydoey, 11 k>, Gifted AU, Post-Divorce, Angts with a Happy Ending.

Steve's just trying to give his prodigy daughter a normal childhood. Enter a meddling school administrator, Tony Stark, and too many lawyers.

tell you my love for you by jelliebean, 22 k > words, Alternate Universe - Normal High School, Based on Love Simon.

A guy at Shield High comes out on tumblr, anonymously. Tony thought he was the only gay guy on campus--not out, because of Howard--and sends him an email.

“Hey, Flying. Same here. I’ve got a secret too, and it’s like I’m hiding who I am, every day. From everyone. All the closest people to me. But I just can’t tell them. I’m gay, too. It feels like I’m putting on this mask, this shell of who I think they want me to be. Even though I don’t think my friends would judge me. I don’t know why. I just. I’ve got a secret. –Shell”

The guy seems great--amazing, even, and then Hammer has to step in and ruin it all.

Mergers & Acquisitions by Robin_tCJ, 33 k > words, Angst, sex as currency.

Steve Rogers is the CEO of the Rogers Corporation, which he built from the ground up. When he learns that Hydra International is making a bid for a hostile takeover of Stark Industries, he decides he has to do what he can to stop Hydra from overtaking the market and becoming an unstoppable, unethical conglomerate. Tony Stark asks for something Steve isn’t sure he should give, but he does it anyway – and it completely changes everything. But when Hydra keeps coming, Steve and Tony realize there’s more to this than they’d realized.

Meeting the Monsters by itsallAvengers, 23 k > words, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters.

Tony's at public school with kids his age for the first time in seventeen years, and he is determined that this year is gonna be his year. He's going to make friends. He's going to be popular. People will like him.

Unsurprisngly, none of that actually happens.

He does sort-of-maybe fall in love with a vampire in his class that everyone is terrified of, though. So... there's that.

(I Want You To See) The Darkest Side Of Me by ann2who, 45 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Post-World War II.

In Monte Carlo, Steve meets the wealthy widower Anthony Stark. It’s love at first sight—at least for Steve—and he can’t believe his luck when Tony asks him to live at Stark Mansion, his large estate in Malibu. Never in his life had Steve thought something like this was possible… never had he been this happy. However, soon Steve realizes that Tony is still deeply troubled by the death of his first wife and haunted by the many ghosts she left behind. The longer Steve lives in her shadow, the more he understands that… He can never be what Tony’s wife had once been for him. And Tony might never truly love him.

Gift With Purchase Remix by sabrecmc, 43 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, hooker Steve, Sugar Daddy.

Gift With Purchase Remix wherein Steve actually is a hooker. But for a Really Sympathetic Reason.

The Little Glass Screwdriver by ann2who, 19 k > words, Cinderella AU.

When Prince Steven is forced to find himself a bride, true love gets in the way. As the night of the grand ball unfolds, the prince meets a mysterious knight who might just change his entire life in a way he could have never imagined.

**Cinderella AU**

Covered in Lines by royal_chandler, 3 k > words, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Alternate Universe - College/University, Age Difference.

He can’t lose sight of pale, deft hands that gesture on transitive verbs, an ink-stained thumb edging underneath Tony’s ribcage with an affection that can only be called dangerous.

half-wild and glimmering by deathsweetqueen , 15 k > words, Alternate Universe - Western, Prostitution.

“Give me a drink, Tasha,” Tony sighs as he lands in front of the bar. “I’ve had one hell of a day.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow. “Have you really?” she asks, loftily, sliding a tumbler of whiskey along the well-polished wood.

Tony lets his head hang, the sweat beading on the back of his neck. “You wouldn’t believe what I’ve had to put myself through today,” he sighs, wearily.

“I would not know. You will not let me work the rooms,” Natasha retorts, her voice a little strained, busying her hands in a dirty glass.

“I don’t let you work the rooms ‘cause you’re liable to kill anyone who touches ya the wrong way and we can’t lose that much of our business,” Tony reminds her, wryly amused, sipping at his whiskey. He shakes his head at the burn. “We peddle flesh, darling, not death.”

peers, fears and holiday cheers by jacobby, 24 k > words, Parent Tony Stark.

“He’s only two years older than you,” Tony finally says when the silence becomes too much to bear.

“Dad, Teddy is turning twenty-seven next year.”

“I am not dating your husband—”

“I’m not implying you are. I just want you to be...aware that he’s practically the same age as my husband.”

AKA

Tony Stark's new boyfriend is only two years older than his adult sons. Telling them is one thing, introducing them is another. What Tony doesn't expect is that the past always has a way of catching up to him, of biting him in the ass when he least expects it. Well, at least they're all together for the Holidays. What more can he ask for?

A Higher Form of War by sabrecmc, 292 k > words, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Historical Romance.

Tony is a King with a surprising number of people out to kill him. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are fighting for Pierce's rebellion and end up with Tony as their prisoner. Oops.

you can call me babe for the weekend by complicationstoo, 10 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, actor Tony Stark.

Tony left his small town for Los Angeles after high school, leaving behind everything to pursue his dream. Ten years later, he comes back for the first time and finds that some things are impossible to let go of.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be by iam93percentstardust, 72 k > words, Alternate Universe - Theatre.

Famed director Phil Coulson brings Shakespeare’s beloved play, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, to Broadway. This production though comes with a twist: a brief but passionate love affair between the faerie king, Oberon, and his attendant, Puck. In the roles of the two star-crossed lovers, Coulson casts America’s darling Steve Rogers, fresh off his third Academy Award, and Broadway royalty, Tony Stark. Steve quickly finds himself falling for the quick-witted and sarcastic actor but Tony is dating the stage manager. Unwilling to come between the seemingly happy couple, Steve steps back but all isn’t right behind the scenes and Tony may need him when everything falls apart.

and so we rebuild by raeldaza, 26 k > words, Alternate Universe - Star Trek Fusion, Soulmates, Mutual Pining.

Sometimes, a voice whispers: you will never atone for your mistakes.

Tony believes that, believes it so strongly some days he drowns in it, but he still tries. Tries through Starfleet, tries through inventions, tries through missions. Then, one day, he meets his new Captain, and things change.

and teach this heart (how to beat with light), by starklystar, 40 k >, AU Hospital, Single parent Steve.

Eight years ago, at a funeral with a baby's cries ringing in his ears, Tony Stark decided to turn his life around. He's a genius, billionaire, philanthropist. What's so hard to adding 'doctor' to that list? And after that, it can't be that hard to add 'husband' and 'father' too, right? But the past has a way of haunting even the very best of us, and in any universe, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers have never had an easy love.

Featuring: drama, chaos, Peter's scheming, meddling friends, and doctors learning again that the heart can never be as simple as four chambers and four valves.

Catching Lightning in a Bottle by sabrecmc, 120 k > words, Alternate Universe - Sweet Home Alabama Fusion.

College student Tony meets janitor Steve at MIT and they fall blissfully in love, until Howard happens and things fall apart. One divorce paperwork snafu courtesy of the ever-helpful Jarvis, and ten years later, Tony has to get re-divorced from Steve.

This does not go as he imagines.

Or, the Sweet Home Alabama AU that no one--well, okay, a few of you--asked for.

The Night Shift by weethreequarter , 16 k > words, Alternate Universe - Hospital.

Welcome to the Emergency Department of San Antonio General where Dr. Tony Stark joins the team fresh from his most recent tour in Afghanistan and - much to the consternation of the other staff - strikes up an instant rapport with Nurse Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, new resident Bruce Banner refuses to give up on his patient, and Dr. Sharon Carter learns something from her own patients. Throw in a pissed off hospital administrator, Clint using the coffee pot as a mug again, and a major car crash and you have, well, just another night shift.

Cake It Till You Make It by ChocolateCapCookie, 10 k > words, Kid Fic, Alternate Universe - Bakery.

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark have a lot in common. They're single parents, they own rival bakeries at the center of town... and they both hate each other's guts.

When a mix-up at Peter and Morgan's school has both fathers scrambling to prove they're the better baker, they do the mature, adult thing and compete in a bake-off. Between the mixing and the creaming, the baking and the icing, Steve and Tony find that hate is actually not that far from love.

Looking for Heaven by foxxcub, 31 k > words, Alternate Universe - Regency, Marriage of Convenience.

When young Lord Anthony Stark learns Steven Rogers has enlisted in the army, he thinks he's seen the last of his tiny, headstrong, haughty stable boy. But four years later, Lord Stark gets an unexpected visit from Steve, whose mother has fallen gravely ill and into financial ruin. Even more unexpected, Steve agrees to a shocking proposal: they will marry, giving Steve the necessary funds to save his mother, and Tony the much-needed reprieve from harassing would-be suitors. It is a business arrangement, nothing more. But as time goes on and circumstances arise, Tony begins to learn that keeping his heart away from his husband is easier said than done.

just a guy, standing in front of another guy by theappleppielifestyle, 12 k > words.

“It’s not real,” Tony says, still smiling, jaw twitching with effort. “The fame. It’s - I’m just a guy."

(Or, Notting Hill AU, with a twist.)

Mother of Exiles (A Titanic AU) by BladeoftheNebula, 21 k > words, Alternate Universe - Titanic Fusion.

“You’ll never guess what just happened!” Steve said, taking a deep breath to try and calm his breathing. “I met someone. A guy from first class.”

Dublin 1912: Steve Rogers is barely making ends meet, living in the tenement slums of Dublin. But a stroke of good luck gives him and his best friend the chance to change their fortune. Two tickets to America on board the RMS Titanic.

The Devil You Know by shetlandowl, 17 k > words, Alternate Universe - Detectives, Alternate Universe - Author/Novelist.

Best selling author Tony Stark revives the bodice ripper genre for a modern audience. From frisky gay cowboys to ravenous lesbian pirate queens, he consistently delivers riveting thrillers full of romance, drama, and the filthy, unapologetically kinky sex that has become his trademark specialty.

Tony has everything a man could dream of - horny, adoring fans, and boatloads of money. Or that's what he thought, until Detective Steve Rogers walks into his life and turns it all upside down.

Bears and Mountains and Lumberjacks Oh My! by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday), 24 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Lumberjack Steve Rogers.

It was supposed to be easy--go meet the reclusive artist and buy some art. And then came the broken down car. And the snowstorm. And the lumberjack with a face like a greek god. So yea, Tony is stuck in a cabin in the woods with a hot lumberjack till the storm clears. Could be worse.

Series: A Furious Vexation by Annie D (scaramouche), 18 k > words, Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse.

A Steve/Tony post-apocalypse AU that exists pretty much just for the smut.

That Feline Beat by Tito11, 5 k > words, Alternate Universe - Animals.

Presenting Steve and Tony in the Aristocats!AU

Tony and his three kittens have been kidnapped from their fancy Upper East Side apartment while their owners are away and deposited on the mean streets of Harlem. Unsure of where they are or how to get back home, they'll have to rely on street cat Steve to guide them. Will they get home safely? Will Tony's fear of abandonment cause him to drive away the best tomcat he's ever known? Only time will tell.

do you fondue? by calciseptine, 16 k > words, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting.

Tony has done crazy things in the name of food, but falling in love with Steve Rogers really takes the cake.

a glimpse of heaven's love by parkrstark, 13 k> words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Terminal Illnesses.

The child begins to empty his pockets. He starts to count coins on the counter. Tony huffs a little impatiently as he realizes most of them are pennies.

The cashier actually humors the kid and counts along with him. They reach 3 dollars and 54 cents before he shakes his head sadly. "Sorry, kid. There's not enough here."

The kid sounds close to crying. "I need these paints for my Papa. It's Christmas Eve and these...he doesn't have any. The doctors said he doesn't have long. I want him to have these. In case he meets Jesus tonight, I want him to paint one more time. Please."

Tony takes a step forward, arms still full of toys he's buying just because. He can cover this child's gift for his dying father. Money. Money is what he's good for.

"I'll buy them."

--

Or, the Christmas Shoes AU no one but me asked for.

If you survive first impressions, you're good to go by itsallAvengers, 3 k > words, Parent Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - No Powers.

The first time Peter Parker-Stark sees Steve Rogers, he may or may not be standing in direct path of the man's motorcycle.

His daddy is really not going to be happy about that one.

A Rat-ional Conclusion by BladeoftheNebula, 6 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Veterinarians, Parent Tony Stark.

He had a strong flurry of patients throughout the morning and by the time it rolled around to noon, he was just about worn out.

He walked out into the reception, stretching until he felt a satisfying pop. “Are we done?”

Bucky checked the screen. “Just about. One more before lunch - a rat, singular.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully straight forward then. “Great, let me know when they-”

He was interrupted by the bell over the door and looked up to see a little girl cradling a small animal carrier, being shepherded through the door by easily one of the hottest men he’d ever seen in real life.

Oh wow.

Tidal Pull by sabrecmc, 97 k > words, Octopus Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - Shipwrecked.

After the American Civil War, Union soldier Steve Rogers takes a chance on an opportunity to sail with the Stark Trading Company down in the Caribbean. During a terrible storm, his ship is lost. To his surprise, he survives, and ends up stranded on an island that isn't quite as deserted as he first thinks.

Or, a reverse Little Mermaid tale where Steve has to fall for the fish-man.

Twelve Days by elysianprince, 22 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Ghosts.

In which Tony finds himself in a town that looks like it crawled out of a Hallmark Christmas movie, trying to sell an inn he didn't know he owned, all while dealing with Steve Rogers, the resident ghost who has returned to haunt the inn each December during the twelve days of Christmas for the past seventy years. Tony has only one logical solution that benefits them both: break the curse that binds him - but falling for a man almost a century old wasn't among his plans.

She kissed me by S_Horne, 1 k > words, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting.

“Your mom kissed me.”

Steve blinked awake and lifted his head from his pillow to look over at the silhouette in the doorway. “What?”

“Your mom,” Tony reiterated. “She kissed me.”

“Yeah,” Steve said simply, “she does that.”

[mvalentine]

hi hey hello sorry for bothering you but malia???? First of all, she’s an absolute stunner goodness you’re always so good at picking out fcs!! But more importantly I need to know more about herrr!!! What’s she like? Is she more on the softer side or is she more stoic?? What’s her relationship/dynamic with Everett like? How much trauma does she have or have you decided to have some mercy on her and just let her be happy? What are her hobbies? Literally anything you could even think of, I need to know everything about her omg I love her already and I just know she’s so brilliantly well thought out and crafted just like all your other OCs! Sorry for the rambling lmao but please indulge me ilyyyy❤️❤️❤️

maurine <3 first of all you could literally NEVER bother me ❤️ the fact that you always care about my ocs & my writing means the absolute world to me especially because you know how much i love to ramble! so here’s a bit of information about my new girl my best girl malia! :

just a few images that sum up their dynamic <3

& okay so her dynamic with everett is very much opposites attract ❤️ she’s bubbly and lighthearted and will never miss the opportunity to be sarcastic. makes the world’s most godawful puns. a little bit of a people pleaser and a perfectionist - very much a believer of the fake it till you make it philosophy so she often appears way more confident than she actually is and only the people she trusts are privy to her true insecurities.

very loyal! she’s nice to everyone that’s nice to her but has no problem being rude if the occasion calls for it. that being said even though she has a lot of friends & acquaintances her circle of close friends is really small and if you’re one of them she’s always gonna be on your side which i think is everett’s favorite thing about her ❤️ she has no problem calling him out and telling it like it is but also she’s always got his back and gives him the space to make mistakes and grow from them and be better without abandoning his side <3 as long as she can see that someone is truly trying their best and is not taking advantage of her kindness then she’s game.

and as for her family no trauma here shockingly! since malia’s fc imaan is moroccan & egyptian so is malia!! her parents moved to morocco to give her and her brother a better life. they’re both super loving and hardworking, and malia’s love for cooking definitely came from seeing her mom cook in the kitchen and wanting to help her and wanting to learn more about her culture ❤️ her dream is to open a moroccan/ egyptian/ fusion restaurant and share her culture with others <3 while her parents are lovely and she is super close to them i think her perfectionism and putting too much pressure on herself definitely comes from her parents but that’s just the quintessential first generation immigrant experience! and her brother angelo is an absolute angel <3 he’s older than her by 4 years and is her best friend- he’s always been there for her he makes her laugh he teases her he comforts her when she’s down - she wouldn’t be the same without him ❤️

also a cute little hc i have for them- so everett is super nervous to meet her parents because he really really wants to make a good first impression and malia’s all like yeah that’s fair they’ve never liked any of the other guys i’ve bought home so far & he’s like what?? and she’s all like kidding! im just messing with ya and he’s like that’s not funny! all nervous fixing his tie and double checking his homecooked meal that he’s bringing to impress his future in-laws <3

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[honey-makki]

grandma’s blessing

best friend!hanamaki takahiro x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of death (family member), oral (fem receiving), fire, probably unsanitary cooking conditions if i’m being honest (it’s soft i swear)

summary: the holidays are your favorite time of year. your best friend hanamaki tries to keep holiday cheer alive despite the loss of a family member.

word count 2.4k

masterlist

Holiday’s are tricky. Decisions on whether the trauma of going home will be a heavier burden to bear than the guilt and loneliness of your city apartment. GOing home was never a pleasant experience. Trips filled with parents nitpicking your seemingly successful life and emotionally battering you about anything and everything they could. The only reprieve would be hugging your grandmother and being able to see her face-to-face during dinner. She understood why you didn’t come home every opportunity and didn’t blame you a bit.

On years when it would be too much to travel, you knew that she would still give you a call. Spending all day on the phone with you while you bounced around the kitchen making much smaller portions of what they would be eating at home. Even the small amounts of silence on the call were comfortable. You could feel her next to you kneading the dough for a pie while you mixed together the fruit base. It felt like home.

The silence that has been living in your apartment the past few months after her passing was suffocating. Weekends spent with friends at their apartment just to get out of somewhere that just seems to reek of death and despair.

You had spent more nights at Makki’s place in the past month than at your own. He was your closest friend, a true confidant, someone skilled at lifting your mood, and the person you’ve been undeniably in love with for years. You accepted the fate of growing old with a horde of cats as long as you can have his silly pink hair shining in the sun when you hung out with friends. It’s ok that you are going to be alone forever as long as you still had a standing laser tag date once a month. The only thing stronger than your feelings of love towards the strawberry blond was fear of losing him.

He has been a pillar of strength during the past few months. Holding your crying body until you fall asleep on his tear-stained and snot covered chest. Setting alarms in your phone to make sure you are eating or going to work instead of sitting in a dissociative state. Ever since you shared a bed with him, he’s been a little more comfortable with physical contact. Walking closer together arms touching when going out or throwing an arm over your shoulder when lounging around the house. You can’t count the number of times you’ve both woken up in various stages of cuddling.

He was the one to bring up spending the holidays together. He had just gone home for a wedding and couldn’t afford another ticket and he knew that you were in a weird spot. “We can stay here and make dinner and bake cookies and watch shitty r-romcoms? Someone has to appreciate Hallmark movies, why not us?” You can hear his voice crack and start to speed up as a blush rises across his face. You see it but don’t really process it, more relieved that for the first time in months, the thought of holidays didn’t make you run to the bathroom and throw up. You smiled and nodded, setting plans for him to come over later in the week.

Makki always liked when you cooked, throwing a western spin on dishes he considered normal. But today, he was flabbergasted, you didn’t let him just sit on the barstool curating music while you did all the work, no, there was too much food to be made for him to laze around. You laid out the recipe for your grandmothers’ mac n’ cheese, explaining what everything meant while you got started on an asian fusion stuffing you figured out a few years back.

You stole glances at him in the middle of stirring, combining and folding everything together. His tongue sticks out between his lips while he deliberately measures out the exact amount of cheese required. In all the time you’ve seen him, you’ve never seen him totally lose his laid back air until now, and you can’t control your laugh. Is he really more serious about measuring out sharp cheddar cheese than a game that would take them to nationals? Or that physics final he actually studied for? Your heart skips a beat when you see his soft, satisfied smile to the dish he just created. All you can picture when he looks over to you is how cute of a child he must have been. Cheeks round encasing his bright smile as his head tilts ever so slightly to the left.

After he slides the last dish into the oven, you both opt for taking the time to clean the kitchen, knowing that you won’t want to do it after dinner. The dishes are washed and dried and while Makki puts away the ones that go on a higher shelf, you return flour and other ingredients to the pantry but before you put them down you call out to him, voice lighter than normal, the one you use when asking a favor.

“Taka, how upset would you be if I said I wanted to cook a little bit more?”

“You get dishes this time around then, but what are we makin’?”

You turn out of the pantry with a bounce in your step before slapping down the flour and newly acquired, chocolate chips and sprinkles. “Cookies! We always made cookies with my grandma and it wouldn’t be the same without them.” Your eyes sparkle at the thought of the sweet treats and equally sweet memories of your childhood. Makki thinks you are breathtaking.

“Let me get the bowls back down and we can probably make mediocre cookies if you have anything you do with it.” He smiles at just how cute the squawk you made from his teasing is, just happy that he gets to be here with you. He doesn’t really hear how you defend your baking skills and complain that just because you forgot flour one time doesn’t mean you are inept at baking.

He never thought he would be the type to settle down and be domestic, it just didn’t seem like something he cared a lot about, but now he he can’t rid his mind of the thought of waking up ten minutes before your alarm just to make you a cup of coffee or throwing your favorite blanket in the drier on days it’s raining so when you get home, you can melt into the soft plush and warm up instantly.The clattering of spices brings him back to the moment, turning to see you picking up the cinnamon and vanilla extract.

“You good, love?” There’s something about how you look when you flustered because of him, that scratches an itch he didn’t know was there. The first time a pet name like this had slipped through his lips he was certain that whatever line the two of you were toeing had been crossed, demolished. Instead you just tucked your hair away and averted your gaze back to whatever shitty movie the two of you were “watching” that night. Now it’s normal, well its not normal, its very much not normal for him to refer to you as love or babe and it's not normal for you to exclusivley call him by his first name. It's decidedly abnormal considering your relationship or lack thereof. But if you aren’t going to question it neither is he.

He helps you up and gather the remaining ingredients for the “famous snickerdoodle cookies” that you swear had won awards. The mixing of the dough is interrupted when he has to grab your wrist to stop you from adding salt instead of sugar. You refuse to look at him because you know he is sporting a huge smirk and raised eyebrows, knowing that he’s right about you not being the best baker. You are reprieved by the oven going off, signaling to remove the earlier and change the temperature.

“Damn, babe, these cookies look so good, especially this one.” You return to Makki who already started to lay out the dough on the baking tray. You see perfectly round blobs squished slightly by a fork for a pattern and then right in front of him you see the cookie he was talking about. You didn't expect to see your 27 year old boyfriend-who-isn’t-your-boyfriend to be holding a cockshaoped cookie. But really, you should have seen it coming from the guy who laughs when either of you fart.

He can hear the clock ticking as you just stare, annoyed. He was concerned for a second, that maybe he shouldn’t have made a lewd joke when making cookies. This is something he used to do with her grandmother, you stupid idiot.. But when he can see the apple of your cheek peeking out from behind your hand, he recognizes that face. The one that positively exudes warmth and happiness with her laughter. The butterflies always buzzing in his stomach go wild when this face comes out. He would do anything to see it for the rest of time.

You don’t know where the courage comes from but you cup his cheek for a kiss, he mirrors your action. It just felt normal, and you honestly didn’t realize that it wasn’t normal until you both pulled back. Your eyes are locked on his, both of you sporting a soft smile until his keeps growing, evolving into a laugh that is borderline offensive in how loud it is.

You don’t know why and you get a little nervous that maybe he doesn’t feel the same way, when you go to hide your face, you feel the heat rising but also a soft powdery coating? And that’s when you realize his hands are still coated in flour from shaping the cookies. Your eyes are rolling while you chuckle but Makki on the other hand is losing his mind, almost in tears from laughing while putting the cookies in the oven. “It’s not that funny, Takahiro! Get me a napkin please.”

“Nah, you look really sweet. Good enough to eat.” You weren’t surprised when he returned to kissing you, nor when he lifted you up by your thighs and plopped you on the counter. The kisses are sweet, lazy and perfect for a second kiss, and a third and a fourth. This is normal. His lips belong on yours. Your hands should be tangled up in his hair while his run over your waist and legs. This is right. There's no rush to deepen the kiss, both of you happy to just indulge in the warmth of the other, but it is inevitable. A soft nip at your bottom lip or an accidental tug of his hair, neither of you know what happened first but you both are staring at each other, panting lightly with a much darker gaze than the original flour induced makeout session.

“You are just as sweet as I thought. Gotta have a taste.” His voice is raspier than you’ve ever heard and you just let him move your body as he pleases. Pull your hips to the edge of the counter. Spread your legs as far apart as they’ll go. Lift your hips when he pulls your shorts and underwear down. Gotta act as sweet as he says I am. He has barely touched you but when he falls to his knees and just stares at your dripping slit that he's imagined for years, your eyes, you are already imagining how good he's going to feel.

You shouldn’t even try to think, his tongue exceeded any expectation or desire you had. Expertly flicking against your throbbing clit as he works two fingers in you. You feel the groan he lets out when he dips his tongue into your hole before you hear it. The vibrations reverberate up your spine and through your body, an all-consuming heat starting in your stomach, threatening to let loose, to run rampant on your body. His fingers, joined by another, return to your clenching hole and search for the spongy spot hidden deep inside. All you can hear is the blood rushing through your head, drowning out every other noise.

“C’mon love, cum on my fingers, on my tongue, I’ve wanted, dreamed about this for years, give it to me.” His slow words juxtaposed the fervent pace of his fingers and it was enough to send you over the edge.

You feel so hot you fear you might pass out, the groan Makki lets out beneath you is the only thing keeping you grounded. You were first concerned that you had hurt him in someway, but when you see his eyes roll back into his head and his tongue trying to lap up every single bit of cum you squirted on his face and thighs, you know it wasn’t due to excruciating pain, rather it's just an obscene reaction to you.

When you push him back, squirming with overstimulation, you hear him scramble and “Shit! Fuck! Fire extinguisher?? WHERE IS YOUR FIRE EXTINGUISHER???” You are still out of it until he starts actually screaming, words still evade you but he follows your line of sight to the red tube hiding in the corner next to the fridge. The smell of smoke is overwhelming all of a sudden. You were in a dreamlike post orgasmic state and suddenly your coughing, eyes hazy.

the cookies, SHIT THE COOKIES!! Smoke is billowing out of the oven and your fire alarm is blaring, but soon the room is filled with a white foam originating from Makki. You never realized that the foam would continue to expand until half of your kitchen was covered in it and you saw a sheepish looking Makki on the other side.

“Fires out”. Again, he starts to laugh at you, and this time you join him. Today has turned out entirely different than you expected. It wasn’t a sad day, it was filled with laughter, romance, an ill timed fire and Makki. All in all, a successful holiday, despite the fact everything you cooked was coated in foam. He’d seen you staring at the food and already took his phone out to order food, “Indian or ramen?”

Yeah, you think you’re grandma would be happy seeing you like this. Happy Holidays.

a/n: i don’t really know what this is but the image of makki being a disaster in the kitchen came to me one day and here we are. make sure you read the other fics in the collab

matsukawa’s funeral home winter collab

a/n 2.0: also a/o to @iwaasfairy for making that makki image that i used in my header. i love her more than i love him which say a lot

[everybodylovesmusiala]

heyy :) kinda late but for the 3 things ask: 2, 24 & 28 if you haven't gotten them yet

heyyy :) not too late, i'm in my answering mood right now 😅

2. 3 movies you have rewatched many times

god's own country

303 (a german movie, can highly recommend!)

pride and prejudice (2005)

24. 3 places that makes you feel peaceful

already did that one, but here are three more specific places

in my bed (at my parents house) surrounded by my cats

walking along the small river near my home

on my balcony in my new apartment

28. 3 things you love cooking/baking

good one, have i mentioned i love cooking and baking?

a kind of crepe/pancake fusion i don't even need a recipe for

curry (different kinds)

i also bake the best brownies!

'3 things....’ asks!

[dettiot]

Star Wars Fic Masterlist

I’ll be updating this as I write more Star Wars fic, since a galaxy far, far away has eaten my brain. :-)

Also feel free to visit me on AO3!

Anidala

Male Solidarity: Leia brings Han home. 

Sick Day: Padme takes care of a sick Anakin.

Communication: Anakin discovers how extraordinary his children are.

You’re My Only Hope: Obi-Wan has to save Anakin.

Bathtime: Padme and Anakin, on their honeymoon, in a tub.

The Sleeping Senator: A Sleeping Beauty AU.

“How much does it hurt?”

It’s late at night on Coruscant.

Padme Amidala knew there was no reason to be scared of flying.

Don’t Freak Out: a gender-swapped Chuck AU

We Are Gathered Together: Padme’s thoughts during Leia’s wedding.

“My torso isn’t exactly a pillow you know.”

“I had an important appointment later but… you only live once. I can cancel.”

Happy Fifth Anniversary

Out of the Mouths of Babes

It’s very early in the morning.

grown more beautiful

Ceasefire

the festival of light

in the wee small hours of the morning

peut-être vu

“They’re just so small,” Anakin whispered, holding Luke and Leia in his arms.

Anidala in High School AU

of flower crowns and family

we’re having a heat wave

election night

love and politics the credit drops settling the matter shopping trip talking to the future brother-in-law

late-night interruption another late-night interruption a new late-night interruption

late-night interruption: an expanded and revised version of the ficlet. (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11)

a mama meltdown

hope in each other

Ahsoka walks in on Anakin and Padme kissing

cuddling

R2′s holofootage of Anakin and Padme’s wedding lets the tooka out of the bag

beauty and the beast

Han asks the Skywalkers for permission to marry Leia

the king and his bodyguards

nightmares about shaaks

Padme is kidnapped

Anakin doesn’t like that Padme got kidnapped

can’t you see?

For Want of a Lightsaber (1)

sleeping in

grocery shopping

Padme is a criminal--kinda

Unexpected Knowledge

The Skywalker Twins Run Wild

Space Disneyland

the meaning of safety

love and coffee, served hot

Anakin’s strange punishments

Padme is a librarian and Anakin is a library menace

Cutting Edge AU

Obitine

On the Run: A duchess and a Padawan.  One: The first meeting. Two: A moment in the dark. Three: Almost close enough. Four: A breaking point. Five: A decision is made.

“I can’t love you.”

“Hi, I’ve been subtle at hinting that I want your attention all day and you haven’t noticed once and now I’m pissed.”

a bright sun

Opposing Counsel Case Law Statute of Limitations Amicus Curiae Cause of Action Precedent De Novo Discovery Moot Proof of Claim Habeas Corpus

Obi-Wan is not nearly as fluent in Mando’a as you’d think

watching the sunsrise

Of All the Spice Joints in the Galaxy . . .

Satine said the word

Changes The twins miss the parents they’ve never met

Space horses

Anidala & Obitine

better late than never

dinner with the family

double date

Now is the Month of Maying

Obi-Wan’s surprise Life Day party

Living Every Day

Luke/Mara

Snippet 1: From a fic that may or may not happen . . . a conversation between Han and Luke about Mara. Snippet 2: Luke talking to Mara and Karrde about his plan. From the same fic that may or may not happen.

“You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know.”

Luke and Mara watches security drone footage of Anakin and Padme

Luke tells Padme that he and Mara are dating

telling the master

“Dad! Ben took my X-Wing model!”

an unwanted invitation

the extended family

Luke and Mara celebrate Beru’s third birthday

Gen

Luke Skywalker is six years old.

Mara meets Talon Karrde

“Get away from here.”

family bonding

graduation

a grief shared

battle brothers

Luke and the Tooka

mirror images

under the trees

birthday holo call

brunch with the in-laws

morning at Varykino

heads-up display

the twins prepare a surprise

the disaster lineage vs. the coolaster lineage

An Ahsoka and Anakin hug

heart-to-heart

Padme and Luke are sick Anakin is worried

Anakin visits Leia late at night, post-The Last Jedi

Padme & Ahsoka bonding

do droids dream of electric nerfs?

News of the Galaxy How our faves deal with the holopress.

One: Duchess Satine appears on Rotation. Pre-Clone Wars. Two: Senator Amidala participates in a debate about the Military Creation Act. Three: General Anakin Skywalker cooks on the  Raché Ré Show.

Anidala Week 2020

the secrets of the heart: written for Day 2: Canon Divergence or Favorite Canon Work. After Padme helps present the Declaration of 2000′s petition to Palpatine, she is threatened with arrest and Anakin helps her flee Coruscant.

Tam Lin: written for Day 3: Fairy Tale or Mythology. Recently returned to Scotland, Padme meets a strange man in the wood.

Bench Trial: written for Day 4: Modern AU or Fusion/Alternate Fandom. Padme and Anakin meet within my Opposing Counsel Obitine lawyer AU.

love or a cough: written for Day 5: Favorite Quote or Song-Inspired. Padme thinks about her love for Anakin.

Anakin vs. the Feelings: written for Day 7: Free Day. More of my gender-swapped Chuck AU, this time from Anakin’s POV.

Days of Love: A collection of romance ficlets written and posted in February

jedis don’t do surprises (Luke/Mara, post-Thrawn duology)

it seemed like a good idea at the time (Anidala, The Mummy AU)

steeped with love (Obitine, year on the run)

there was only one bunk (Han/Leia, pre-Empire Strikes Back)

id’s nod a colb (Anidala)

the town on the prairie (Obitine, Anidala, historical AU)

double date (Luke/Mara, Han/Leia)

love washed clean (Anidala, mid-Revenge of the Sith)

the prince heir part 1 || part 2 (Luke/Mara, The Princess Bride AU)

early morning with leaders of the Rebellion (Anidala, Anakin doesn’t fall AU)

father sometimes knows best (Han/Leia)

a quarrel between friends (not lovers) (Obitine, set pre-Voyage of Temptation)

sons of old friends (Luke/Mara, Obitine)

a pet-friendly fencing salle (Anidala, Obitine)

ROTS Vader vs. ROTJ Vader (Anidala)

plans for the future (Anidala)

sometimes you don’t have to decide (Din/Luke, Luke/Mara)

love despite exhaustion (Han/Leia)

the fly on the wall (Obitine)

the red carpet (Anidala)