#bionic bar

[cruiseandtravel]

Andiamo alla scoperta di Harmony of the Seas

Harmony of the Seas nave di Classe Oasis Plus, è spesso chiamata “megacittà” galleggiante ed offre opportunità a bordo che sono innumerevoli. La nave comprende 7 quartieri, denominati Royal Promenade, Central Park, Boardwalk, complesso Youth Center, Entertainment Zone, Sports Zone e complesso Spa/Fitness. Harmony of the Seas è la prima di quattro navi della Royal Caribbean della classe Oasis…

[stenoodie]

Week 188 motherhood - cruising continued, 16 months old, home sweet home

Week 188 motherhood - cruising continued, 16 months old, home sweet home. #seconddinners #macandcheese #whitesand #extrovert

Walking the buffet every day after she’s done eating Week 188 motherhood with 3.5 year old and 16 month old.  Continue reading Week 188 motherhood – cruising continued, 16 months old, home sweet home

[avonnimimi]

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Jealous?

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an: @airienyx this one is for you pretty lady😉, you didn’t specify if you wanted a different story line or not but here you go lovely🤍 if any of you have any requests please don’t hesitate to send an ask or message me:) MEN AND MINORS DNI

content: sub!reader, jealousy, strap-on-sex (r!receiving), drooling, fingering (r!receiving), nonchalant!sevika, mean!sevika, dom!sevika, choking, cursing, forced orgasms, daddy kink. lmk if i missed anything ;)

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On nights like these, you loved going to the club with Sevika. There was something thrilling about dancing under pulsing lights, the bass thudding through your chest, knowing her eyes were glued to you from the bar. You’d twirl your hips, arms raised above your head, carefree and wild. You loved teasing her, knowing exactly where her mind wandered as she watched you move: probably imagining how she’d ruin you the moment you got home.

Key word: loved.

What you didn’t love was when random girls thought they had a chance with her, thought they could saunter up to Sevika and flirt, giggling and batting their lashes like she wasn’t already yours. Usually, Sevika didn’t even look twice at them. Her gaze would stay locked on you, her lips curling into that slow smirk that promised you everything.

But tonight was different.

Your heart clenched when you glanced over and caught Sevika smirking at some girl leaning far too close. You tried to brush it off, rolling your hips to the beat, pretending like you didn’t care. But you couldn’t stop stealing glances. The girl was laughing, touching Sevika’s arm, and Sevika—your Sevika—was smiling back. And then it happened: Sevika ordered a drink, tilted the glass, and poured it right down the girl’s throat.

Your stomach twisted. The bass pounding through your body no longer felt like music, it was just noise, vibrating in your chest, drowning out your thoughts. Sevika’s eyes flicked up then, catching yours from across the room. She didn’t look guilty. She didn’t look apologetic. No, her gaze was dark and heavy, raking over you in a way that made your thighs press together instinctively. She lingered a moment where your pussy would be before dragging her eyes down the length of your legs.

You didn’t know it then, but this wasn’t some betrayal. Sevika wasn’t interested in the girl. She was interested in you, and she wanted to see how far you’d go to prove that she was yours.

Your little legs moved before you could think, storming across the club. You shoved your way between Sevika and the girl, forcing her attention back on you. Without hesitation, you climbed onto her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck and nuzzling into her, your scent and warmth flooding her senses. “I don’t like her,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm against her ear. “Tell her to leave.”

One corner of Sevika’s mouth twitched upward. “As you wish,” she said smoothly, turning to the girl. “Leave.”

There was no fuss, no argument. The girl scurried off, her confidence deflating instantly. Sevika leaned back in her chair, her strong hands settling on your hips. “Let’s go home, trouble,” she murmured, her voice rich with amusement.

Your cheeks burned at the pet name, but you didn’t protest when she lifted you effortlessly, seating you on her bionic arm, as she always did. The ride home was a blur, your chest tight with frustration, your thighs pressed together to stave off the heat building between them. By the time Sevika carried you through the front door, you were fuming.

You hopped off her arm before she could say a word, spinning around to glare at her. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed, watching you with a flicker of amusement in her eyes. She knew you were upset. She wanted you upset. She was testing you, and you were falling for it.

Without thinking, you grabbed her by the belt, yanking her toward the bedroom. She followed easily, letting you drag her, her heavy boots thudding against the floor. When you motioned for her to sit on the bed, she did, her expression unreadable. This wasn’t like her, Sevika was always in charge. But the way she leaned back, arms spread wide, watching you with that lazy smirk, made you feel like you had the upper hand for once.

You knelt between her legs, unzipping her jeans and tugging them down just enough to reveal her strap. Your mouth went dry at the sight of it, thick, long, and glistening with the lube she’d slicked on earlier. Your stomach twisted. Was she planning to fuck that girl from the bar?

You looked up at her, frowning, your lips trembling with frustration. “You’re being mean,” you said, your voice small but firm. “And I’m going to make you pay for it.”

Sevika raised a brow, her smirk widening. “Oh, yeah?” she said, her tone dripping with amusement. “Go ahead, doll. Show me what you’ve got.”

Ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks, you stripped off your clothes, your body already aching for her. You climbed onto her lap, gripping the base of her strap as you lined it up with your entrance. You were already soaked, as you always were for her, but the stretch was still a challenge. You sank down slowly, your walls fluttering as you took her inch by inch.

You’d never done this by yourself before. Usually, Sevika would shove it in, stretching you so deep you could feel her in your stomach. But this time, she just watched, her hands resting lazily on your hips as you struggled to take her.

“Who was that girl?” you asked, trying to distract yourself from the overwhelming stretch.

“A friend,” Sevika said simply, her voice unreadable.

“Do you pour all your friends’ drinks down their throats?” you snapped, your frustration bubbling over. “What, is she some secret whore-”

Before you could finish, Sevika bucked her hips, forcing more of her cock inside you. You whined, your hand flying to your lower stomach as you felt the pressure building there, the length of her strap pressing so deep it almost hurt.

“What was that, doll?” Sevika drawled, her tone mocking. “Thought this was supposed to be my punishment. Yet here you are, crying on my cock.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You tried to keep going, rocking your hips, but it was too much. You couldn’t take all of her, couldn’t stretch yourself far enough. “I can’t,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“What was that, trouble?” Sevika said, her hands tightening on your hips. Before you could respond, she yanked you down, forcing the rest of her cock inside you with a loud, wet squelch. “Mhm, hear that?” she growled. “This little pussy’s talking to me.”

You damn near screamed, your back arching as your body clenched around her. Sevika grabbed your throat, pulling you close so her lips brushed against your ear. “Stuff your cunt up,” she ordered, her voice low and dangerous.

You tried. You really did. But the tears started to spill, your body trembling with the effort. Before you could plead, Sevika took over, gripping your hips and slamming you down onto her cock. The sound of your wetness filled the room, loud and obscene as she drilled into you from below.

“Fuck yourself,” she growled, her voice sharp and commanding.

You bounced on her cock, desperate to keep up, but Sevika wasn’t satisfied. “What do you say?” she barked, slapping your ass hard enough to make you yelp.

“Y-yes, daddy!” you whimpered, your voice cracking.

“That’s my girl,” she rasped, grabbing your hips and taking control. She pounded into you, her thrusts relentless, her tip slamming into your cervix with every stroke. Your juices dripped down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you.

“Daddy, I—I can’t—” you gasped, your hands clawing at her biceps.

“Thought you were teaching me a lesson?” Sevika sneered, her hand slipping between your legs to rub your clit. “What happened, doll? You already breaking?”

You didn’t even have time to answer before the pleasure overwhelmed you, your body locking up as you came hard, gushing around her cock. “Good girl,” Sevika murmured, her tone softening slightly.

But she wasn’t done. She lifted you off her cock, laying you down on the bed before spreading your legs wide. “Let me see my pretty pussy,” she said, almost to herself. Her fingers slid inside you easily, curling just right, hitting that spot you loved as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I belong to you, trouble,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm. “Only you.”

She thrust her fingers harder, deeper, faster, until you were shaking again, your body giving out as you squirted all over her hand. “Yeah, baby,” Sevika said, her voice thick with satisfaction. “This little cunt knows who owns it.”

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this is my original post, please don’t repost, translate, or plagiarize my work ;)

©️avonnimimi 2024

[aikaterini-drag]

Smiles and Smooches

Summary: You get drunk and demand kisses and hugs from your boyfriend. He is more than happy to please you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (no mention of y/n)

Warnings: no smut, takes place during tfatws, boyfriend Bucky, emotional security, fluff, kisses.

The night carried a pleasant breeze, the stars twinkling. You and Bucky sat close together under the dimmed light of a cozy booth at your favorite bar. The hum of laughter and clinking glasses surrounded you. And tonight, you were a little tipsier than usual. You had consumed two of your favorite cocktails— despite your boyfriend’s advice to take it slow. Bucky, unlike you, couldn't get drunk no matter how hard he tried, thanks to his super soldier genes. He had finished the last sips of your drink, attempting to prevent you from feeling sick later on.

Thankfully, you were feeling fine. Only slightly drunk and blissfully happy inside.

With flushed cheeks and a captivating smile, you shifted on your chair and leaned toward him.

"You know, babe," you slurred slightly, "you're like... seriously the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Bucky couldn't help but half-laugh. “I told you, you shouldn’t have ordered that second drink, sweets. You’re drunk.”

“I’m fine.” You hiccuped and hugged his arm. “It’s not my fault you’re superman.”

“Super-soldier,” he corrected with another half laugh.

“Tsk… is the same. You’re my strong, virile man. And I love you!”

He grinned and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.”

You beamed at him, your fingers tracing patterns on his bionic hand. "No, I love you more! Seriously, you're, like, super super cute. I mean, like, cuter than, like, a basket of puppies."

He chuckled at your comparison. “What an adorable declaration of love.”

“You’re adorable.” Your breath ghosted over his lips. “My adorable James. My Bucky.”

He smiled and kissed across your forehead. “Well, that’s debatable. I have the most adorable girl in the world right here with me."

Your cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink. "Can I have a hug? Please? You give the best hugs."

Who was he to deny you? He eagerly wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You melted into his embrace, your head resting on his chest, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. You popped a button and he chuckled and gripped your hands gently.

“No funny business, sweets.”

You pouted. “Want to kiss you. Everywhere.”

He kneaded your hair. “We’re in a bar full of people.”

“Then let’s go home,” you said as your mouth trailed a path of warmth along his unshaven jawline.

“I’m not letting you drink ever again. You get turned into a little kiss monster.”

You giggled. “Your kiss monster.”

“Mine. Always.” He hummed, his voice a warm murmur.

“Take me home, sarge.”

“Home it is, my sweet.”

After taking care of the bill, he held you up, his arms wounding around you to steady you. You still felt a little tipsy but you were also so happy and warm, holding him close, inhaling his fresh masculine scent. Holding you protectively against him, he led the way to the apartment you shared.

As they walked, he glanced at you. “Why did you drink so much, sweets? You dislike it.”

You sighed and clutched his arm. “I’m just sad you’re going on another mission. I don’t want you to be hurt. I meant to have one drink but… I lost control a bit, I guess.”

Bucky stopped and cupped your flushed face. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be fine. You know I’ve got this.”

“So what if you’re good at it? Does that mean you have to risk your life without concerns?” Tears welled up in your eyes. “What if something happens to you?”

Exhaling, he drew you into a tight embrace. “I’ll be careful, I promise. You know I’ll always come back to you.”

You nestled into his arms, suppressing a sob. “I just hate seeing you go into danger again.”

“I know, sweetheart. But it’s what I do. And I do it to protect people like you, people I care about,” he said, pressing gentle kisses on your moist cheeks. “Don’t cry. I’ll be counting the minutes until I can come back to you.”

“Promise?” You gazed up at him, searching his ocean eyes for reassurance.

“I promise.”

“My Bucky,” you said, caressing his face. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

He held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Love you too, more than words can express, sweets.”

With his arms wrapped around you, you stayed there for a while, holding each other, kissing lazily. His lips brushed against yours repeatedly, his tongue coaxing your mouth apart and slipping inside. He consumed you, with his touches and his warmth, until there was nothing left but his warm gentle touches and the assurance that everything would be alright.

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[ki-kink]

hi, I like your work, which I discovered 2 days ago. I am an obese person, blue eyes, blond hair with glasses without a beard. Can you turn me into a person, who by drinking a black liquid becomes muscular and dressed from head to toe in black latex outfit. Thanks !

You are no longer sure whether you really should have registered for this test series at the Institute of Biochemistry. The consent form would have been ten pages long if you had printed it out. Actually, you're only here because you were told there would be an expense allowance. And something to eat. You're actually always hungry. And there really is a kind of buffet. With energy drinks and protein bars. You would have preferred cake or something.

A guy calls you into the meeting room. He looks like he lives in the gym. You've got those types where your muscles twitch every time you breathe. You once read that the word muscles comes from the Latin word for little mouse. Because it looks like there are mice running under the skin. That's exactly what the guy looks like.

He's leafing through the completed questionnaire. Makes a note every now and then. Looks at you, looks at the questionnaire again. Puts the questionnaire to one side. He looks deep into your eyes. “You are perfect for our requirements. Do you really want to be part of the experiment?” You swallow and nod. He offers you his hand. Damn, his handshake feels like a vise. He opens a drawer and takes out a vial. “Break off the head and swallow the contents in one gulp. Do not rinse.” You take the ampoule. You break off the head. The liquid suddenly turns black. “Swallow quickly” shouts the guy. You pour the contents down your throat and swallow. The liquid looks thin. But it feels oily and velvety as it trickles down your throat. And the last drop on the edge of the ampoule has solidified. A black rubber pearl.

You feel good. Fit. Full of energy. Cool! You wouldn't have expected an effect so quickly. You just want to get up. The guy pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. Holds the screen up to you like a mirror. You freeze. Your neck is black and shiny. And the black and shiny spreads out. Chin, shoulders… You can feel it covering your body. And the muscles beneath the black surface begin to dance. Little mice. And then less little mice. Veritable rats dance under your skin. Your T-shirt gets so tight. You look at your hands. It looks like you're wearing latex gloves. The T-shirt hurts. You rip it off your body! You rip your pants off your body. You groan loudly. And then you faint.

“You'd better put this on” The guy is standing in front of or better above you. You're lying on the floor. He has a pair of shorts, a belt and a gas mask in his hand. He throws you the shorts. “Not everyone has to see your beast." You raise your head. You have to straighten up because the black and shiny mountains of muscle on your chest are blocking your view. Something that looks like a monstrous black dildo sticks out between your legs. You reach for it. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” No, it's not a dildo. Black latex is dripping out of your rock-hard cock. You laboriously tuck the monster into your shorts. And without asking or thinking, you put on the gas mask.

You are the prototype of a new bionically optimized special forces unit. Optimized for use in NBC combat missions, but also for rescue missions in extreme situations. Your physical characteristics are perfect for this. Your only problem is between your legs. You are always horny. As you shouldn't be. The feeling of running your hands over your skin would give any man a hard-on.

[ryanwritesfanfiction]

Random Chase Davenport Headcanons

a/n i havent seen the series in the a rlly long time also idk if there is any demand for this or lab rats in general but im gonna write anyway :P

ps: i might write more of these idk yet

hes really scared of heights

collects and restores vintage tech/ videogames

leaves rlly long reviews in letterboxd (no one reads them)

bc of his super intelligence he's really good at predicting the stock market (has a very diverse porfolio)

secretly likes sitcoms (eg tbbt and community) but tells everyone tv is frivolous

he like to watch telenovelas

he reads fanfiction and eventually writes some bc he thinks he can do it better (he does)

he likes to keep true to his training schedule and stuff but really likes traveling and learning about other cultures from experiencing it first hand and speaks the language of wtv country hes in

avoids caffeine bc he had a redbull once and was up for hours (it prolly messed w his bionics like in ep 1 with the bell)

he didnt like the iron man trilogy bc it reminded him too much of Mr. Davenport

he took the bar exam just bc he could but he doesnt really use it, more just for bragging rights

he is sooo nosy and gossipy hes basically a teenage girl

doesnt really drink anything other than water and like diet coke on special occasions

has go bags hidden ~everywhere~

dyed his hair black once (eveyone made fun of him so he never changed his hair again)

tries to use modern slang and references but is rlly bad at them

bree made him watch all the pitch perfect movies w her and he pretended to not like them but he loved them

he doesn't like driving but he especially doesn't like driving with other people in the car

he wear sunscreen every day bc he's scared of skin cancer

he sends texts in grammatically correct sentences

he doesn't like to drink but when he does its like rlly fruity drinks

he tried to pick up skateboarding once but fell and hurt his knee and didn't do it ever again

[pagelets]

Teaser: Danger- C.B

Synopsis: Choi Beomgyu is a South Korean spy in a cyberpunk era where South Korea has imposed Prohibition across the entire country. One night out in NeoTokyo, while trying to gather information, Beomgyu meets a girl as mysterious as himself. Falling in love while on duty is a dangerous thing, especially when it’s with someone who has as many secrets as he does. 

Notes: I'll try to finish it till the end of January while I'm still on break from college. (Lemme know if you want to be tagged).

Also, if you're a minor or you don't like reading smut, I suggest skipping the teaser. It's sfw but the fic won't be!!

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Beomgyu felt a bang to his head, instantly regretting not obeying the mysterious voice. He couldn’t see anything and had no idea where he was going to, but by the way his body was moving—making sharp curves at a high speed— he assumed he was on a slide heading to the speakeasy bar,  “Aaaaahhh!”, he shouted, his deep voice echoing through the metallic tube, “How did I end up here?”, he asked to himself. 

Choi Beomgyu ended up in a turbulent, dark slide beneath a milk shop in NeoTokyo, with a fake identity and a mission to investigate clandestin bars because he was a spy for the South Korean government. 6 years ago, in 2127, the South Korean president decided to ban alcohol consumption, under the pretext of providing a longer and healthier life for the citizens. But the actual truth was, the president was a clever player, th alcohol producers, including artisans and industrials, had been gaining more and more political influence. Fearing losing his power to them, the president implemented the Prohibition, and it didn’t happen only in Korea, but also in one of its main allies, Japan. Together, they launched an anti-alcohol campaign across all Asia. Industries were closed and liters of alcohol were burned in public places, even so, illegal bars and shops still existed, that’s where Beomgyu’s job came in— locating, investigating and commanding the destruction of those places, as well as arresting those who kept them running, was the role of the army and its advanced reconnaissance squads. 

According to his contacts in Japan, the milk shop was only a front for a clandestin bar and the Japanese spies couldn’t infiltrate ‘cause all their IDs were marked by the criminals. But Beomgyu was Korean, young, had a charming smile and incredible persuasion skills, including his cute pout in extreme cases. That’s why he was there.

He wished he hadn't complained about the slide because when he reached the end, he fell into a ball pit that, instead of colorful balls, it had purple and cyan cubes with a jelly consistency to cushion the fall. He was submerged among the cubes, which glowed in a neon bright, “Biotech”, he taught, before moving to the surface and breathing deeply. 

Around the ball pit was the supposed bar, decorated in neon tones of purple, green, blue, and pink. The walls were made of metal, giving the place an industrial vibe. On the ceiling, there were black and blue light lamps and tubes in which a yellow fluorescent liquid flowed through. Electronic music played from the speakers, and he could feel the bass vibration on his chest. People danced nonchalantly on the dancefloor, holding different laboratory glassware containing neon liquids in various colors— it was a true underground rave. “Clandestin, but not amateur”, he thought.

He left the ball pit and moved through the crowd, cautiously scanning the place: there were no cameras, no guards, no doors or even a single window, the place seemed to have been designed to prevent any sort of invasion. For a spy— like Beomgyu was— that place was a trap, in which he was completely locked in. He leaned over the counter, and there was a bartender with a bionic arm on the other side, “How can I help you tonight, sir?” “Beer. Cold”, he said, “Right away”, the man went to the kitchen, leaving Beomgyu alone. He sat on the bar stool, still alert, his fingers drummed against the counter while he tried to architect an escaping plan in his head, but still seemed impossible, he definitely couldn’t crawl the slide up and it had no perspective of getting out of that place. The same man from before came back with his beer, “Your drink, sir” “Thank you”, the drink had a radioactive chic look, glowing fluorescent pink and served in a chemistry glassware, a Beaker. Beomgyu grabbed the container and looked at it with suspicion, “Is this thing radioactive?”, he said loud enough to catch the attention of a woman sitting a few stools away, “Relax, you won’t die. At least not of that”, she said in a playful tone.

He looked toward the sweet voice coming from his right, the woman seemed young, not like a teenager, but like a mature woman in her mid 20s. She had an octopus tattooed on her right hand, and he was almost certain that her arms— exposed by a black tank top— were stronger than his. Besides that, she had dark short hair styled in an undercut, with locks dyed in blue, pink and green that glowed under the black and blue lights. She was a badass, that was for sure, maybe even an outcast. “Are you sure?”, he asked, his face relaxing for the first time since he stepped into that place, “Yes, beer is my go-to in this place”, she said before drinking the glowing blue drink that was in a round bottom flask. 

Beomgyu adjusted himself on the barstool, turning toward her. "So, do you come here often?, she smirked, “You like asking questions, don't you...", she left room for him to say his name, "Beomgyu. Chen Beomgyu".

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[nmoroder]

Ok so remember how i talked about that modern meurcliff AU where Meursault is the bartender swinging around a stool right? Here's more.

A couple of words for context: so Meursault is indeed the bartender and Ishmael is his superior and the bar's owner and also the cook in said bar. Like, you can not only order drinks but also some snacks along with it with the exception of sea food - the only ones you can get are those you don't need to cook, like dried squid and that sorta stuff (even though she's at odds with those too but tolerates them). She's also infinitely lonely and traumatized by her past experience as she lost a lot of friends and colleagues when the ship she worked at sank, leaving little survivors behind.

Sometimes she asks Meursault to sing something for her and he obeys. There's a piano in the bar and he sometimes also plays for guests but most of them note how soulless his music may sound even though he's just rehearsing what he learned. For Ishmael though, it's a refreshing thing like putting your head in the freezer and trying to calm your thoughts because they're not going anywhere simply because music feels sobering. So she does sometimes go out of her usual detachment like the first pic shows.

Of Ryoshu and Greg there's not much to say now (the AU's pretty new haha its like a draft yet) but they're basically the tattoo master plus florist pair. Not romantically though, they're pals but their shops are still next to each other. Usually their interaction is to borrow sigarettes from each other at the end of the day, but on a serious note Gregor's getting a tattoo removed at her shop - something from his good hand, a tattoo that was forced onto him in unknown circumstances but Ryoshu doesn't ask and just does what she can as a master. The first thing she suggested though was to get rid of that arm and get the second bionic one but Greg politely refused. Ryoshu by the way despite being a tattoo master has no tattoos yet - she's still in search of a perfect art piece that she can engrave upon her own skin.

[aeonmagnus]

Whats that you say ,”You hope theres enough energy in these conductors to last a quartex” well well well, lemme tell you something Jacky, you have officially energized my bionic soul for an entire astrocycle! Finally, our 40 year wait is over folks, Origins Wheeljack is ready to hover into your collection!!!

Huge shout out to my bot brother Yuya san, he has turned my concepts and dreams into an engineering masterpiece. He has been just raising the bar on every character we work on, its insane, legendary designer!

I’m jumping right in because there is literally so much to tell yall about! Blurr style: hover vans vehicle blastshield can be a used as an air glider in robot mode but also partsforms into the cybertronian racetrack featured in the first g1 episode, the transformation sequence resembles the exact transformation in the cartoon, the bottom of the vehicle mode sits on tabs to give it that sweet cybertronian hover look, origins bee can not only fit into the back of the van but his golden rods can plug in on the sides for a cool thruster look, he scales correctly in robot mode with Jazz and BB, articulation and deco are on point, the buzzsaws on the front bumper have been designed to also be used as dominator discs 🤯

Wheeljack, yesssss, his OG look, no pablo’s or que’s here bruh, just good ol genius Jacky looking like he has been doing metric ton squats with Bulkhead. After all, its one thing to have the gift of gadgets but its another to be able to back up Optimus in the war.

Legacy United hittin hard in the 40th anniversary celebration of this brand that keeps me smiling all the way to Iacon! 😎

[e-dubbc11]

Always love a good sleepover 😆❤️

So.... I hope you're ready to have another go at Donald Pierce, cause I would love to request "Ah, so you aren't heartless after all" and "Whatever happens, don't let go of my hand."

And twist? Reader is a mutant... pretty please 🫣❤️

My lovely Lily,

I do love how you like to push me out of my comfort zone just a little bit. I had a hard time coming up with a mutant power for this but once I figured it out, I got really excited! So you asked for Donald Pierce and a Mutant Reader, I hope I did justice to your ask. 😘♥️

Under the Influence

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Donald Pierce x F! Mutant Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ PLEASE or I’m telling on you!) Oral F! Receiving, P in V sex, some fluff, some angst, some swear words.

Word Count: 3.2K-ish

Summary: Living a low key life in Mexico, you meet Chief of Security at Alkali-Transigen, Donald Pierce. But you haven’t told him what you are, you’re afraid to.

A/N: This is my second time writing for Pierce. I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The business card you were holding in your hand felt expensive, thick card stock, raised lettering, but there wasn’t a lot printed on it.

Alkali-Transigen

Donald Pierce

Chief of Security

The card had two phone numbers on it, his cell phone and the main phone number for Alkali-Transigen. Aside from being a little bit scary, Donald Pierce was very attractive, charming, and sweet, although he would NEVER let anyone else see that side of him.

He put on his tough exterior when he barked orders at his Reavers but with you, he turned on his charm and that southern drawl pulled you in like a moth to a flame.

You worked at a local school, teaching English and after a particular tough day, Donnie and his Reavers walked into the bar you and some co-workers were having a drink at.

It didn’t take him long to approach you and even though he wasn’t necessarily your type, you felt butterflies in your stomach when he did. His mechanical arm startled you at first, the sight of it made you recoil slightly.

“You ain’t gotta worry about that, darlin’. It ain’t gonna hurt ya. I’m just a little bit enhanced, is all.” He said with a sly smile, moving the fingers of the bionic arm back and forth as he talked.

It’s only natural that being in Mexico, the drink of choice was tequila and Donnie liked good tequila, the kind you can slowly sip on, let it roll around on your tongue, and enjoy. You let him choose the tequila and it did not disappoint.

His sky blue eyes gazing at you as he took a sip from his glass, he never looked away from you, and hung on your every word.

After a couple of drinks, he and his Reavers left but he left you wanting more. That slow sexy voice sent shivers down your spine as he traced a line from your shoulder to your wrist with just one finger. ONE FINGER had you falling apart, had you clenching your thighs together, and had you desperately wanting to see him again.

**********

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you stared at that card, your fingers gently brushed against the raised letters and you said out loud, “Transigen.” Suddenly your eyes welled up with tears and you gnashed your teeth thinking about that place, thinking about what they do to the children in there and remembering what they did to you when you were inside those walls.

You still had nightmares sometimes, waking in the middle of the night to find your sheets and your clothes soaked with sweat and rubbing your wrist like it was still attached. The bracelet they had put on you to prevent you from using your powers on anyone.

They weren’t obvious to anyone now but when you were a child, you would use your powers of manipulation to get what you wanted. Once, your younger sister was bothering you so you put your hand on her and told her to go out back and run around the tree until you told her to stop.

You parents came home to find her running in circles around the tree and so dizzy, she couldn’t see straight.

“Sissy told me to do it! And I tried to stop but I couldn’t!!” She had sobbed to your parents.

Eventually, you had become too much to handle. You set out to try and control anyone that you could get your hands on, literally, and your parents had enough of your antics.

Listening from the top of the stairs one night, you heard your parents talking, your father holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Maybe we should call them. They could help her; it says so right here.” He said, pointing to the flyer.

They didn’t want to “help” you but they were very interested in you and promised to take VERY good care of you. They had never seen someone that could influence someone just by putting a finger on them so they wanted to study you, they ran tests, hooked you up to machines, and took your blood.

Even when they didn’t need you anymore, they didn’t let you go.

You had to escape and you did. The only time they took your bracelet off was when you were showering. Manipulating your handlers was easy and you couldn’t believe you didn’t do it sooner but the damage was already done.

That place was wretched; you were elated and relieved to have escaped but you felt terrible for the other children that were still there and you can’t imagine it’s any different now than it was then so you were torn.

On one hand you hated that place and everything to do with it but you also really liked Donald. What were you supposed to do? Damn him and his handsome face and sexy smile.

You dialed his number and he answered right away.

“Well hey there, y/n.” He said.

You could tell he was smiling.

“How did you know it was me?” You asked.

“Oh I didn’t know for sure, but I was hopin’ it was.” Said Donald.

You chuckled into the phone and felt yourself running strands of your hair in between your fingers while talking to him. He wanted to know if he could take you out after work tomorrow and you happily agreed.

In the corner of a dimly lit restaurant, you had a nice dinner and talked…a lot. You asked him what exactly he did for work.

“Well that group that came into the bar with me, the Reavers? Yeah, anyone that escapes the facility, they send us out to bring ‘em back. A bunch of years ago, a teenager escaped from right under their noses and since then, security has been really tight. I don’t really care for mutants all that much but I guess I wouldn’t wanna be stuck in that place either.” He said, taking a sip of his drink.

He was talking about you. Your muscles stiffened and your face went stoic. “I don’t really care for mutants all that much but I guess I wouldn’t wanna be stuck in that place either.” His words were cold but with just a hint of compassion. He was making this really difficult.

“Ah, so you aren’t heartless after all.” You said with a warm smile.

Donnie let out a little laugh. “Nah, I’m not heartless darlin’. Sometimes I have to use a little force bringin’ them back, I don’t like doin’ it but if I don’t bring ‘em back, I don’t get paid. It’s…well, it’s my job.” He said.

How would he react if you told him what you are? You had gently touched him at dinner, nestled next to each other in a corner booth but you hadn’t even thought about manipulating him once even though you had plenty of opportunities to do so.

Donnie asked you questions too, but you had to lie about certain parts of your life; you just weren’t ready to tell him yet. How could you after what he told you? After finding out who he works for and what he does for them, there was no way you could tell him just yet.

**********

Your relationship with Donnie escalated pretty quickly after that first date. It was hard to stay away from him. He would show up at the school where you worked, the kids all loved him and he was really nice to them.

He didn’t brush them off or ignore them, he would ALWAYS talk to them when he visited. They all loved his bionic arm and his skull and crossbones tattoo, they thought he was absolutely fascinating.

It made you fall for him even harder.

“Lemme see your eyes, Donnie.” You commanded. “You’re always wearing those sunglasses, I wanna see those dreamy blue eyes.”

“Well sweetheart, you’re the only one that I would take orders from.” He said with a smile, his gold tooth shining in the dim light of your apartment.

Gently cupping his cheek, you leaned over to kiss him, the bristles of his beard scratched your chin as he kissed you back and your heart fluttered when he pulled you into his lap.

Parting your lips with his tongue, he kissed you with passion, cradling your head with his hand and his mechanical hand touching your waist. The cold metal still surprised you every time especially when it touched the warm skin on your stomach.

“Ya know somethin’, darlin’? When I’m with you, I feel like this is where I’m supposed to be. I can’t explain it.” He said.

You knew you never ever used your powers on Donnie, you’ve never made him feel anything for you than he already did so what was this feeling that he was experiencing, that he couldn’t explain? Love? If you didn’t want to use your powers, you didn’t.

The control you had was perfect but you still wondered in the back of your mind if somehow you were influencing him in any way without knowing you were.

Moving to your bed, he explored your body with heated kisses from your lips down to your core. Taking his time, he makes sure you let out gasps of pleasure as his tongue circled your clit causing a hot fire to burn in the pit of your stomach before cries of his name fled from your mouth, soaking the sheet underneath you.

Settling himself in between your legs, he leaned down to kiss you, the taste of you on his tongue, he entered you slowly, stretching you out until he was buried to the hilt, your thighs clenching around him, waiting for him to move but not before you let out a strangled moan.

Buried deep in your pussy, he fucked you slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him before picking up the pace. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming into you again, your walls started to flutter around him. Growling in your ear and biting down on your neck, he praised you, telling you how good you feel and how tight you are.

“Don’t come for me yet, baby. You feel so good.” He said through clenched teeth.

Donnie’s metal arm felt cool against the soft skin on the inside of your wrist as goosebumps erupted across your body. He had both of your hands pinned above your head, his grip on your wrists tightened, your orgasm still building, you were so close.

Arching your back away from the bed, his head buried deep in the crook of your neck, you felt his warm breath fan across your throat and chest.

His name escaped your mouth over and over again, and your knees started to tremble from the overstimulation. He ceased his movements every time he felt your walls flutter around him, grinning like a devil because he liked delaying your gratification.

You whine softly in his ear.

“Donnie, I’m so close. Please!” You begged.

“Come for me, darlin’.” He purred in your ear.

Your release came hard and fast like a wave crashing on shore, making you slightly dizzy. Sinful noises escaped your lips as your body continued to spasm uncontrollably. His climax wasn’t far behind yours and he cursed out loud before collapsing on top of you.

Both of you breathing heavily, Donnie moved a stray hair away from your face, fiercely pressed his lips to yours and gave you a sly smile.

It was probably the best sex you’d ever had…and he knew it. The last thing you remember is falling asleep with your hand on his chest and a smile on your face.

**********

You felt rough callused fingers on one shoulder and cold metal on the other, a distant voice saying, “Wake up, darlin’. You’re havin’ a nightmare. Come on baby, wake up.” Your eyes flew open, panic washed over you, the sheets getting tangled up in your limbs as you thrashed around. Donnie was trying to calm you; he didn’t want you to hurt yourself.

“Look at me, y/n! You’re safe, it’s ok.” He said with concern.

Panting, you replied, “Donnie? You’re here.” And pulled him into an embrace.

Smiling against your shoulder, he said, “Well of course I’m here, sweetheart. Where else would I be? Can you tell me what you were dreamin’ about?”

Holding onto him tightly, you realized that you shouldn’t keep it from him anymore.

“I have to tell you something, baby.” You said in a serious tone.

You started to explain yourself, how you were the one that escaped Transigen all those years ago, about the powers you had and how you used them to manipulate your way out of the facility.

Donnie looked at you in shock, almost like he didn’t believe what you were telling him.

“No…you can’t be her. Are you messin’ with me, baby?” He asked.

“You don’t believe me, do you.” You said, sternly.

He shook his head furiously.

“Pick up your knife, Donnie.” You commanded.

When he picked up the knife, you extended your hand and cupped his cheek. Silently, you told him to hold the knife to your throat and he did.

Donnie started to panic, watching himself hold a knife to your throat scared him. It was written all over his face.

“What’s happening, y/n?!! Why am I doing this? Stop it, stop it now!!” He shouted.

You touched his cheek again, this time telling him to drop the knife. Tears streaked down your cheeks and he recoiled from you, getting up off of the bed and continuing to shake his head in disbelief like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling.

“I-it was like I-I wanted to stop but I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t put my hand down. Have you been usin’ that on me the entire time?!!!” Shouted Donnie, angrily.

Visibly upset, you replied, “NO!! I have NEVER used it on you until just now, I swear! The day I met you, I didn’t touch you at all. I can’t influence people unless I touch them.”

“But after that. You didn’t make me, ya know, feel things for you? I don’t normally develop feelings like this.” He said.

“Feelings like what, Donnie?” You asked.

“Feelings like, well, like I think I might be in love with you!” He said, his voice trembling slightly.

“Might be?” You asked.

He stepped closer to the bed again. “I’ve never been in love before, I don’t know what it feels like.”

“I’ve never manipulated you, baby. Not once. I’ve never done it to someone I actually care about, well not anymore. Before I went away, I would mess with my parents and my sister ALL the time.” You said, letting out a little laugh.

He cracked a smile but his face went serious again and he told you he needed to clear his head. You begged him not to leave but he did anyway. You couldn’t blame him, actually. That’s a lot of information to take in especially knowing what he does for a living.

He hunts people like you, children like you and brings them to a facility where they’re experimented on. Was he supposed to just forget that you’re a mutant?

You were scared that you’d never see him again…he didn’t know but you loved him too.

**********

It was quiet the whole next day. No texts came in, no phone calls…nothing. Until later on that night, after your shower you heard a few knocks on your front door.

“Who—who’s there?” You asked with a hitch in your voice.

His slight southern drawl echoed from behind the door.

“It’s just me, darlin’.” He said.

“JUST you?” You asked.

“Of course, just me.” He said, curtly.

You unlocked the door, took the chain off and opened it. He stormed through with a look of anger all over his face.

“Why would you ask that?!” Asked Donnie.

Nervously, you replied, “I-I don’t know. It’s just—you work for them, Donnie. Your job is to bring people like me to them.”

“Sweetheart, I would NEVER bring you to them, EVER!” He said.

A deep exhale of relief escaped your lungs.

Donnie inched closer to you, the cold metal from his bionic arm touched your cheek and you didn’t flinch. It was the first time your reflexes didn’t get the best of you and didn’t retreat away from him.

“I’ve seen the others like you.” He said softly, gazing into your eyes.

You thought he just meant other mutants.

“Well yeah, Donnie. There are mutants all over that place.” You replied.

He shook his head, still holding your gaze.

“No, I don’t mean it like that. I meant the others with your…ability. They all have…” He paused.

Brushing his beard with your thumbs, you asked him, “They all have what, baby?”

“They all have…your eyes.” He whispered.

Your legs immediately started to shake and a rush of warmth moved across your chest. With sweat on your brow, Donnie immediately snaked his arms around your waist and led you over to the couch where you tried to process what he just said to you.

“What?” You asked.

“I asked around today. They’re not as powerful as you are but they were created from…your DNA. They got what they wanted from you so that’s why they never bothered to try and bring you back after you escaped.” He told you.

A wave of nausea hit you like a ton of bricks and your insides felt like they were twisted in knots.

“I never told anyone what happened to me in there because I just wanted to forget that place but we can’t leave them in there, Donnie. I have to go to the authorities or go in there myself—“ You said before he cut you off.

“Whoa, no—no, I am not lettin’ you near that place, darlin’. Absolutely not.” He said. “I will go with ya to the authorities and then we are leavin’.”

“Leaving? Where are we going?” You asked.

“Wherever ya wanna go.” He said with a wink.

He cupped your cheeks with both his human hand and his bionic hand and leaned in to kiss you.

“Donnie…are you—?” You paused, biting down on your lower lip and looking at your hands resting in your lap. “Are you really in love with me?” You asked.

“Oh I am, baby. I love you very much, y/n. So these powers of yours…what else can you make me do?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

You rested a hand on his wrist, he captured your lips again, parting them to allow his tongue to tangle with yours. His kisses were hungry and possessive.

Breaking away from the kiss, you said, “But I’m sure you wanted to do that anyway, right baby?”

“Oh I did, sweetheart. Ya know I did.” He replied.

**********

Outside Police Headquarters

“Deep breaths, darlin’. You ready to do this?” Ask Donnie.

You nodded.

“I am but…I’m a little scared, Donnie.” You said with a crack in your voice.

He took your hand in his and replied, “Well, whatever happens, don’t let go of my hand.”

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Another chunk of Alyena’s story. Follows this

Directly. Contains Cato puking from pain, worried Calgar and tired Guilliman trying to take out his frustrations by yelling at Cawl. Alyena discovers things, and assumptions are made.

Alyena pauses before she reaches the door. Realizing she’s going to be seen. That would be bad. She didn’t mean to hit him that hard. How?

Nervously, she shapes her shaky fingers into the sign of the Cog as she mutters a prayer to the Omnissiah to help her hide.

When she looks up at the mirror on the wall of the fancy office, she can’t see herself. Which raises questions. How did she do that? And what is she? Clearly not human. This is bad. Very bad.

As she rushes out, hidden from sight, she narrowly avoids colliding with a tall Space Marine with gray hair and a bionic eye. Better be careful. She’s invisible, probably not intangible.

Marneus’ remaining eye widens as he spots Sicarius, lying on the floor, curled in the fetal position as far as his armor will allow. From what he can smell, the smaller Marine has thrown up in his helmet.

Which is confirmed when he removes Cato’s helmet. He’s pale, breathing pained. It doesn’t take long for Marneus to realize why. There’s a big dent in the armor’s crotch plate, which considering the placement likely did quite a bit of damage. Wincing in sympathy, he carefully scoops Cato up, carrying him to the medicae. While voxing his men to find Guilliman, and finding out what happened in that office. Cato can be annoying, but this?

Alyena weaves through the corridors, watching carefully. She left her bag behind in the office, so she needs to restock.

Swiping a couple sketchbooks and some pencils from a cart delivering supplies to the Remembrancers is easily done. The serf is gossiping with a friend, not paying attention to the cart.

Alyena notes that the serfs here are pretty nicely dressed. Pity none of it would likely fit her, if she could even find where they keep the spares.

Getting a dataslate is harder, but she finally manages to grab one forgotten on a bench.

Next step, finding an out of the way place to check it out.

Moving slower now, carefully working her way up the floors of the Fortress of Hera. Corridors getting narrower and more dusty. She still hasn’t found more food, but she manages to get a drink from a tap in an empty bathroom. She’ll manage. As always.

Finally she finds her way to a small balcony at the very top. The view is extraordinary, and Alyena can’t help but to gasp. Her blue eyes sparkling as she delightedly scans the horizon. Maybe she can take a moment to just look. Maybe sketch some of the fascinating buildings she sees. Should be enough paper thanks to the unexpected bounty.

Uriel looks around the empty office. Nothing out of place except an overturned plate of fruit next to the couch. Slices scattered around like it had been dropped.

Oh, and a tool bag sitting in the corner. The ratty thing shouldn’t be there.

Moving towards it, he sniffs the air. There’s a new scent, fairly fresh. It’s similar to the Primarch’s, though not quite as strong. Softer, sort of floral, herbal. Overlaid with a sour note of shock and fear. Not what you would expect of an assassin.

Wrinkling his nose, he picks up the bag and overturns it on the floor. No weapons smell. No stench of sorcery. Nothing that could explain the damage to Sicarius.

The contents of the bag is stranger still. Several worn tools, hardly any of which look like they belong to the same set. Bits of wire, metal and bolts. A battered dataslate, batteries, bits of another slate, like someone had jury rigged a slate from broken ones. Could belong to a member of the Mechanicus, but would they also keep half a dozen old ration bars and a battered half full water bottle? Or a greasy handkerchief? There’s absolutely nothing personal in there. No little trinkets or mementoes. It’s sad, really. He carefully repacks it, going to take the dataslate to the Techpriests. Maybe they can get into it.

“Care to explain what you were doing with my brother’s DNA?” Roboute eyes Cawl with narrowed eyes.

“You found my assistant?” Cawl sounds pleased. “Could you return it? It would quite help our efforts considerably.”

Roboute grits his teeth. Interrupting Cawl’s rambling about statistics and how his assistant increases efficiency. “She.” He corrects sharply. “Is in my office. Where she’ll stay. You better not have any more surprises like her in your lab, Belisarius.”

Cawl makes a binaric screech that sounds quite unflattering. But Roboute cuts him off. “It’s patently obvious you have been totally neglecting her, Cawl. I’m taking custody right now.” Just as he was building up a head of steam, a proper rant, an Ultramarine he didn’t immediately recognize (could anyone remember them all?) entered the room.

Breathing a sigh of relief as he spotted his Primarch.

“Lord Guilliman, I am glad to see you well.”

Roboute raised an eyebrow.

“Sicarius was found badly injured in your office. No sign of his attacker. The Chapter Master was worried.”

With Roboute’s attention diverted, Cawl made a tactical retreat, skittering back to his work.

“Which means my niece is missing.” Roboute sighed tiredly. Ignoring the Marine’s obvious shock.

“Likely in danger. She must be found.” Hopefully alive. Please let her be all right.

Roboute started giving descriptions and orders.

[stargirl-writes]

[chapter four] the secret history of anakin skywalker

the attempt

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sypnosis

you have only known one truth about this war, the republic and the seperatists are two sides of the same coin. but now, your master count dooku has disposed of you after your consequent failures. his betrayal fueled your thirst for revenge. and in the cruel twist of fate, you have found yourself with an arrangement with the enemy. general anakin skywalker is willing to do what it takes for the republic to win, even if it meant dealing with you, his nemesis.

chapter summary

rako hardeen escapes with two known bounty hunters on orandia. anakin skywalker claims obi wan kenobi remains alive. and a revelation by cad bane made you head down a bar and drink the night away.

warnings : drinking, contains spoilers for star war's 'the clone wars' season 4, episodes 16-17.

notes : omg hello beautiful darlings! thank you for your patience for this overdue update 🥹 i really tried to outline how this'll go and suffice to say i think i've decided to commit to an ending that feels right (for the most parts). also, i've published on ao3 as well, so if you want to read there, here's the link.

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The first saloon in Nal Hutta leads you to a trail to Orandia. Rako Hardeen had not been alone. He has escaped with two known bounty hunters, Cad Bane and Moralo Eval. They had just left the planet when you and Anakin Skywalker arrived.

The Jedi emanated a rage you recognized. You noted it in his silence. How his eyes darken after realizing he had been so close to catching the man who killed his Master.

Now, your ship enters the atmosphere of Orandia. A silence blanketed your mind, there were so many things that had gone wrong. You've exhausted yourself trying to find the reason for all of the things that unravel. It is simply how things are now, and you're at the mercy of fate, or rather, Anakin Skywalker's.

You center yourself on the task at hand. Finding Hardeen would secure your alliance with the Jedi.

"There!" Skywalker points towards a ship loading gas.

Your eyes followed the direction he was pointing at. You recognize Cad Bane entering the hatch. Skywalker unfastens his seatbelt. You saw the desperation in his intense glare.

"Hold on, they're leaving." You hissed as Skywalker stood up.

You held on to the control yoke, cursing under your breath at Skywalker's recklessness. You steered the ship, following Bane's ship. You never really excelled in flying, and it was exacerbated by the way your ship was falling behind. You heard Skywalker grunt in annoyance.

Skywalker leans down behind you, extending his arm to grab ahold of the yoke. The coldness of his bionic fingers touching yours made you flinch.

"We're trying to follow Hardeen, not lose them" He comments.

You pulled on the accelerator, and your ship levels with Hardeen's.

Skywalker presses the button on the control board and the upper hatch opens.

Before you could even implore him to slow down, he was already out, jumping toward Hardeen's ship midair.

What an idiot, you cursed.

Your ship's velocity kept on accelerating and when you turned your face, a huge hill appeared. With all your strength, you pulled the yoke, your heart racing faster than your ship. The ship manages to get past the hill, but it screeches from the contact. The system started blaring an emergency alarm. Your instinct commanded you to your feet, bracing yourself for the crash landing.

When you open your eyes again, a numbing pain accumulates on the temples of your forehead. You force yourself to stand up, despite the blurriness of your vision. You held on to the walls to move out.

When your mind clears, you see the smoke of Hardeen's ship in the distance. You ran up, following the light of Skywalker's saber deflecting blaster shots.

When you got near, Hardeen was strangling Skywalker by the throat. He uses the force to push you back, but you persisted.

Cad Bane was walking away, back to their ship. "Ah, Wraith." Bane half turns when he sees you.

Hardeen stands up, Skywalker falls limp and you swallow your terror.

You eyed Skywalker's lightsaber on the ground, and you drew it with no hesitation.

You stepped forward, stance ready to deflect shots, carefully shielding Skywalker away from their range.

"Skywalker, stand up," You say through gritted teeth.

Rako Hardeen studies you as if he was trying to figure out how you were igniting a saber for the Jedi.

Bane fires his blaster, allowing Hardeen to run back to their ship. You charged, but Bane's shots kept you from going any nearer.

"Why Kenobi?" You yelled to Hardeen, accepting the fact that you won't be able to pin him down just yet.

"Why did Dooku want Kenobi dead?" You insisted after Hardeen's silence.

Cad Bane sneers "Oh, you mistake it, Wraith."

Their ship's hatch was beginning to close. "Kenobi was an excess. The bounty was to kill you."

You felt your blood drain from your head, and your grip on the lightsaber loosen.

"But you're not worth the hunt anymore. Dooku has new priorities, so you're free to live another day."

The hatch closes and the ship zooms up, jumping to hyperspace.

Your knees buckle. You hadn't even considered the thought that Count Dooku would have sent someone to ensure your death. The small part of you that hoped it had been an attempt to rescue you wounds you. As if the initial betrayal didn't hurt, this made it feel even worse.

Skywalker sits up, and you feel yourself caving in. Your breaths become shallower and it felt like the ground was disappearing and you're falling with no end.

You remembered thinking the world ending not long ago. It has steadily been crumbling ever since.

When you turned to face Skywalker, he had an expression you couldn't decipher. Empathy, confusion, offering solace, he seems to be able to exhibit all.

You handed his lightsaber back. Looking away, as if you felt him see you so vulnerable.

Skywalker stands straight. The rage and wild instinct he had before vanishes, and you despised that he was looking at you with some sort of pity.

"Obi-Wan's alive." He states.

You tilted your chin at his claim.

"I thought I was imagining it then, but he's undercover as Hardeen."

You raised an eyebrow, half-convinced that he'd been so drowned in grief he was becoming deluded.

"And if he was, why would he not tell you?" You challenged his eyes to contradict you, but he looked away as if he too was only considering it. You know you could be gentler at his good news, you just can't find the heart to be more hopeful. You hoped the way he is doing now, and you're hollowed by the truth of it.

The bounty was to kill you.

"The ship crashed, we'll have to find a new one," You said.

Skywalker presses on the holo channel on his arm. The device emits a crackling sound. "There's no signal, We need to find reception."

You nod, it was getting dark anyway, so it'd be best to stay someplace else.

You soon found a small village nearby. Since the planet is Huttese territory, the streets are covered with a malaise you recognized. A sense of bracedness, it all felt too familiar. So, you kept walking close behind the Jedi.

"Here." Skywalker halts in his steps, finally gathering a reception.

You stopped to survey the surroundings, you were standing in front of a bar. Finally some good luck. You thought to yourself.

"Great," You expressed with a triumphant smile. A drink would dull the feelings you were having.

Skywalker's attention shifts to your enthusiasm and you see his lips pursed in annoyance as he follows you inside.

You sat at a bar stool, Skywalker next to you. You had no credits, but that problem will have to resolve itself later.

"Two please," You ordered to the bartender.

"Tempting, but no" Skywalker comments on the shots in front of you. He presses on the holo channel. Mace Windu had been dialing him to inform him that he shouldn't interfere with Obi-Wan's mission. He missed all six of them.

You suspected Saint Windu, always dogmatic, to have been the one to purposefully leave Skywalker in the dark. Dooku always commented on Windu's involvement with the Jedi Council's misguidedness. Dooku was not wrong in teaching you that

Skywalker's exterior becomes an expression of dissent. You tried putting yourself in his shoes. Wondering if being blatantly lied to by the Order you are guided by feels like a betrayal.

Did they not trust Anakin Skywalker?

Is he not supposed to be their chosen one?

You downed your drink. The bartender comes back to pour you another.

"I was under the impression that the Jedi Order worked as a collective." You delighted in the excess of boldness brought by your third shot.

"I did too," Skywalker answers plainly. "They won't be able to send Ahsoka til early tomorrow"

You sighed, after all that occurred, you wanted to rest. The Jedi Order would never run out of Padawans to deploy to come to rescue Skywalker. Perhaps, the Council did not want Anakin following undercover Obi-Wan again.

"You've scared them off, cheers to that." You raised your shot.

Skywalker's eyebrows furrowed "What's that supposed to mean?"

You took your drink, your cheeks beginning to warm from its effect. "Well, you have these— outbursts" You criticized. "You're too involved with your feelings, maybe they wanted to delay you"

Skywalker's expression hardens, you wanted to laugh at how obvious he was with how he was feeling.

"How can I not? They made me believe Obi-Wan was dead." Skywalker eyes the glass of alcohol, and you see him try to resist the urge.

You felt a tinge of guilt rush through you for judging Anakin Skywalker's turmoil. Anyone else who'd face the same betrayal he feels now would react in the same manner. You certainly would.

"Ever since your Council got involved with politics, they became too concerned with appearing righteous." You tried speaking more leniently. "They'd not want to appear as though they want to seek revenge for their dead. It'd make the Jedi look vindictive."

"It would be justice to avenge Obi-Wan." He doesn't hide the anger coating his voice.

"Yes," You agreed. His eyes pierce on yours.

"Unfortunately, they are too caught up with appearing... holy." You were having trouble trying to be eloquent in your buzzed state.

You saw him withdraw— as if he did not really disagree with your opinion. You noticed that this was becoming a pattern with him— there's a place in his mind he runs to.

Skywalker puts his drink to his lips and he grimaces at the taste. You chuckled at his expression. "What is drinking also forbidden?"

"Not entirely",

"But you don't?" You pried. Skywalker does not answer.

Perhaps the act of his drinking was an attempt to spite the Order he holds with utmost importance. If they can lie to him, he can do this.

The bartender comes back to refill both your drinks.

"You Jedi, holy, righteous saints," You thought out loud. "Honestly, your denial of emotions is the reason why you're so susceptible to giving into them...in extreme amounts"

"Yeah?" Skywalker turns to face you with eyes narrowed, locking into yours. Wanting to defend his beliefs. "And you're so sure your Sith manners are superior to our constraint?"

"I'm not a Sith" You cringed at the thought.

Skywalker's head retorts. "But you're Dooku's apprentice"

"Doesn't mean I'd give into that path."

"So you're not a Sith, what are you?"

You scoffed a breathless laugh, what are you? who are you really?

You got caught by his gaze. For a moment, you felt like you were willing to talk to Skywalker nakedly. To let him in. His eyes seemed inviting enough to let you vent out.

But you looked away.

"The same as you" That much you could say, an elusive comparison. You took a slower sip of your drink. "Perfectly crafted weapons, targeted at the right people."

Skywalker's expression softens. You thought, there was some sort of understanding he contemplated on. He, the peacekeeper reduced into a hound dog for the Republic, and you, the oppressed become a warrior leaving bloodshed.

You place your glass down, deciding you've had enough for the night. The alcohol was supposed to make you forget for a moment, but it just made you feel like you wanted to ball up and cry.

"You're right, you know," Skywalker says after a while. "I don't agree that we should keep repressing our emotions"

You wondered if he'd been able to say that out loud to any of his Jedi accomplices before.

"It's not evil to use it." You shrugged.

"You give in to it because it's reliable, it delivers you results. Anger is not supposed to be antagonized, it's your mind communicating how it feels it has been wronged. How you act on it is what matters. Anger is... corrosive, as much as it is helpful" You recognized your words as some of what Count Dooku has taught you. Lessons you lived by, lessons that made you an effective force wielder.

You sadly thought about the many ways these lessons are now tainted with resentment. Because all of it had been for nothing. All of it had been to serve your Master's interests, and he needed you to be his tool, his weapon.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Skywalker raising a hand for the bartender to refill his drink.

"Did Dooku teach you that?" Skywalker's eyes were hooded, the intoxication manifested in his eyes. Everything else seems perfectly controlled, and you find yourself growing jealous of that, because now, your cheeks are warm, hands held tightly into fists, heart beating rapidly.

"You forget, he was once a Jedi, he was proudest of his padawan, Qui Gon Jinn."

Skywalker looks down as if he is remembering too "He was the best of us,"

You're flooded with the many situations in which Dooku has made it clear you'd never be half as good as Qui Gon Jinn. "Indeed." You answered with a clipped voice.

"I think he realized the importance of acknowledging the presence of our emotions and how to act without being informed by it," Skywalker narrates. "It never meant much to me, I was too young to understand."

Then he smiles, but one out of a resignation. "I still don't know how to."

You mirrored his expression, surprised by the similarity you shared.

It's easier to imagine not giving in to rage when you're not nearly drowning in it. But it eats at your soul. It corrupts, and in the heat of the moment, it feels more cathartic to find a release by giving in to the destruction. At least, for you, your anger has always defined you. Why seek to control it when it is the only thing that can protect you? Maybe Qui Gon Jinn was really better than you, in that sense. Dooku has never really finished your training. He utilized the way you were an angry little thing.

"The answer must be in the attempt," You look up to Anakin.

It must have been the alcohol, but for one moment, you saw Anakin Skywalker smile with some sort of understanding.

The Bartender takes a long look before the both of you. "Your poisons not going to refill by itself 'ya know" He had a sour expression you wanted to laugh at. "Pay up, then I'll leave 'ya to 'yer business"

"Oh, right, my companion here was just telling me how we'll pay you up" You raised both your wrists to Skywalker, to make it painfully obvious that you won't be able to use the Force.

Skywalker's eyebrows knit when he realized what you were asking him to do.

"You don't also happen to have a spare room or two to stay for the night now, wouldn't you?" You quirked.

The Bartender eyes you both suspiciously. Skywalker sighs and raises his fingers, not taking his eyes off of you when he said "We're your guests and you'll give us a room to stay for the night."

You saw the idea sink to the Bartender, he nods and pours both your glasses. "Follow me." He smiles complacently.

"Thank you," You mouthed, taking your last shot and standing up to follow the bartender.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor," You crossed your arms as you stared at the singular bed in front of you.

Skywalker sighs almost imperceptibly. "Well, are you sure you don't have an other rooms left?" He turns to the Bartender who shakes his head profusely.

Skywalker's shoulder slumps, he walks towards the bed, tossing the pillow on the floor.

Skywalker shifts uncomfortably on the floor. "Good night." He mutters.

"Night," You answered, sitting at the edge of the bed.

You wanted to tell him he can take the bed. You knew you're not going to sleep. The small voice festering your mind was commanding you to stay awake, to not lay vulnerable in a room with Anakin Skywalker.

He swore never to hurt you.

You can't entirely reason out the voice that remained. You can't hint that some part of you is still scared.

Not when Kenobi is apparently alive. You were anticipating he'd bring it up. The very reason you were working with him is because he wanted to avenge his master.

You relied on his grief for mercy, without it, you're not quite sure if you mattered to him anymore.

Will he turn me in? Will I live the rest of my days rotting in Coruscant?

But he did not abandon you tonight. Not yet.

Maybe he was too wounded by what the Jedi Council did to him to decide what your future will be like. It was odd, how you were discovering so many layers to Anakin Skywalker. It hadn't been so long ago when he was just a face you encountered on the battlefields of the war. Now, he feels more... real, it's quite unsettling.

To realize that even a Jedi, who is supposed to live by being of service to others, can act according to his grief. To see the chosen one lied to by the Council that was supposed to be nourishing him. To see yourself in his conflict, his anger, and his suffering. To have the bed when he's supposed to be hating on you.

You thought, perhaps you were more similar than you want to admit. He listens to your philosophies. And you don't like how he looks at you like he thinks you're still worth saving.

You won't allow him to know you. It will be an open invitation for humiliation.

In the morning, you'll have to meet with your inevitable faith.

The initial buzz of the alcohol died and you're only left with your heavy heart.

It kept bringing you back to the truth that Count Dooku, the closest thing you could've called a father, sent bounty hunters to ensure your death.

You were lost. There's nothing left to lose.

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footnote

writing the politics of star wars is so challenging as it is stimulating (bc if i'm taking account of the canonical setting, i think filoni has some bias from where he stands), this whole story began as a self-indulgent enemies to lovers fic, writing a background for a reader (which acts as my original character) whilst not really finding sense in the whole 'seperatists movement' is quite... the challenge 😄 though, i hope that i can establish a set of values for the reader character so she can be believable and worth rooting for.

anyway, it's not that serious 😭 i just want to make sure that the time you spend reading this is worth it esp since i'm planning a really painful slow burn (bc it's what gets me personally haha!). so thank you for the continued support and interest darlings🩷

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Mars in leo ♌️

. As the leo sun 🌞 and rising ,I really love people who have their Mars in Leo and I really wish I had that placement even though I’m a Leo son and a Leo rising it would be really nice to have the most sign conjunction your sun sign umm because I feel like the energies really mesh well together and every celebrity that I’ve seen with this placement bar a few, seem to have their ship together and are really iconic .

,even the outfits are even more extra than some people who have their Venus in Leo and you think it would be the other way round., with Venus being beauty anesthetic and appearance a lot of the time but then you have to remember that Mars is your energy and the radiance that you give off so take for instance here we have Meg the stallion, and Lil Kim., and I feel like they’re rap stars are very similar they’re very sexual they’re very suggestive and but they’re also very confident and meghan’s bionic knees don’t even get me started he’s just so sexy thanks,., I also believe that Madonna has this placement it’s either her Venus or Mars but I’m not the biggest Madonna fan these people come first I mean then you’ve got someone like Nicole Richie who exudes confidence especially back in the day when she was a young girl and I feel this is the case with Leo risings, they feel like they have their glow up younger there in life and then as they get older they sort of disappear into obscurity unless your name is Donald Trump Leo placements at theohh the teenager. That is that what Leo is and these outfits definitely give the confidence of Leo and celebrity.

Then you have Geri Halliwell who defined girl power. And ohh I had her son in Leo also so she really create that aura and gave off that confidence and the energy that goes with it.

She was always my favorite Spice Girl when she laughed I was very sad because she was the glue to that group she held it together and while when they released songs after it was never as good as when they were all 5 together.

The I don’t known you’ve got Katie Price who a lot of people have a love hate relationship with and gets crap all the time.

, because she’s confident The thing is with Katie she’s had so much work done she has got Saturn next to her, her mothers which could be a reason why she gets work done, because Saturn,,. Is very harsh and when it’s with your mother sign this is probably also why she’s been married multiple times and not being able to find the right man because as somebody here’s got their chiron conjunct their Venus love is pain and pain is love., and that is the kind of relationship she’s only going to be attracted to because otherwise it doesn’t feel normal so we can’t judge people’s situations because we don’t know their charts we don’t know who they are and we don’t know how they operate some people want to escape. the love and they have to really really try to get away from a certain situation,, I’ve had it a lot my whole life with relationships I never wanted a job I never wanted to be successful I never had any ambition all I ever wanted was to be in love and that upsets me now because why didn’t I think about getting a job why didn’t I think about doing this or that or travelling or going away with someone who wants to travel with me. I’m not saying it’s too late but I just sometimes wonder if anyone else has Leo placements please tell me how young you were when you really felt like love was the most important thing or if it was at all., and I’m guessing if it wasn’t at all there’s some strong other energy in your chart such as earth sign energy and air sign energy, I mean I’m a Capricorn stellium but he's still have that long f’r Leo love.

Then you have the beautiful Brittany Murphy who’s no longer with us and died tragically at around the age of 33, these fatties are hard,, especially if you’re a strong Scorpio energy but she’s got the math going on as well in Leo which squares it I know what that squares like but except I have it with Taurus,

and it's very different to your moon and human nature sun sign.,,, she was truly a force of nature and beautiful and she was in so many different things from such a young age from things like frasier’s sister sister obviously clueless, under eight mile.

[tomionefinds]

hey tomione scholars!

do you guys have any recommendations that are similar to this tangle of thorns by the risky business of writing? or something that has vibes similar to lolita or the film stoker? (side note, that film has major dark tomione au vibes for anyone who hasn’t seen it!)

thank you!

Hey Anon:

Good question! I think these are picking up what you're putting down, but also any fic tagged with stepbrother or stepfather in the A03 tag might get you there (or pervert). -Haus

The Mania Within by bionically

E | One shot | 8k

There's an enigmatic young Headmaster at Hogwarts this year, and only Hermione knows who he really is…

Men Who Play with their Food by dillpicklepanic

E | Complete | 42k

Hermione's got just one year left before she earns her bachelor's and can finally get the hell out of this town. But as the stress mounts, she finds herself looking for a way to let loose. Just a little bit. Flirting with that weird guy at the bar couldn't hurt, right?

Little Bird by devdevlin

E | Complete | 48k

Hermione has everything under control. All she has to do, is avoid being sold, convince Draco to mate her, become the manor's new Mistress, and the entire estate will be hers. It's the perfect plan. That is, until Master's friends come to stay.

Curious Girl by januarywren

M | WIP | 43k

“Hermione.” Her name was spun sugar melting on his tongue. He remembered when her hand had found his, and she looked at up him with docile, trusting eyes. “Curious, little girl.” He'd murmured; impossibly, his finger entwining about hers. “One day, the world will fear you too.” AU | Minister Riddle won't let go of his ward, Hermione.

A Helping Hand by bunnystealsyourcarrots

M | One Shot | 4k

On a solo road trip to her dream school, Hermione Granger takes an unexpected detour.

[hayanwulf]

Stephen the Savior of Strategists

a/n: I've fallen in love with Marvel Rivals lately, and kinda really wish I could draw fanart but have zero practical skills for that... and then I remember, I do have the art of words! (so yeah you might not understand this if you haven't played the game, im sorry lol)

“Where are the useless healers?” Barnes muttered as he threw his bionic hook at the Psylocke who thought she was invisible, pulled her close, and shot her right through the head.

“Speaking of useless,” Stark said as he tried to shoot one slippery raccoon currently climbing up the tall building with an impossible strafing, “Where’d Strange go?”

“All of you are useless,” Venom growled, squeezing tentacles tight around the poor Groot, “We will ask Galacta to give us a better team next time. One with Spider-Man and Peni. We are doing all the work here while you waste time running around and chit chatting. Especially the healers on the back.”

Meanwhile, on the backline...

“TREMBLE BEFORE BAST!”

“No, I don’t think I will,” Stephen sighed, taking the brunt of the damage on himself right on time.

T’Challa lurched forward, and Stephen held the grouchy kitten by the neck to keep him from dashing past himself. T’Challa reached a hand past Stephen’s shoulder to swipe a claw. Stephen sharply turned his head and watched Loki lurch back just in time to avoid the sharp claw. He looked up at Loki’s health bar.

22 hp.

Yup, that could’ve dug his grave right then and there.

Jeff was here now, thankfully, and showered the Asgardian with water.

“Okay, you need a timeout,” Stephen muttered, opened a portal, and just as T’Challa was about to throw a spear at Loki, tossed him through the portal. The great King of Wakanda died gracelessly by falling off a cliff.

With that problem solved, Stephen turned back to his fellow Strategist, and found that Loki had gone invisible, seeable only to the eyes of the ones he deemed as allies. “No, thanks, healer,” he told Jeff ever-so-elegantly, as though he wasn’t still covered in claw marks and bleeding cuts all over. Jeff listened, though, and decided that Stephen needed a shower now.

He dismissed the very wet but oddly refreshing feeling of Jeff’s healing and stepped closer to the Asgardian, watching as he ran ghostly fingers over his own injuries, emerald mist healing them slowly.

He never quite understood why couldn’t Loki just accept help from his allies instead of trying to do everything by himself.

“Are you alright?”

Loki looked up at his inquiry, then hurriedly fixed his stance, hands crossed over chest and head held high. “Of course. A mere feline’s scratches cannot hurt me. It was barely a tickle.”

Oh, it was most definitely more than a ‘tickle’, if Loki’s health bar a few seconds ago was any indication. Or his generally disheveled look.

Stephen hummed. “Well, you did good, holding out by yourself.”

Loki stared at him with an unreadable expression, then blinked and quickly turned his head away. “I have no need of your compliments, second-rate sorcerer.”

Maybe Stephen simply imagined it, but he thought he saw a bit of pink in the green of Loki’s invisible mirage of his face. Stephen’s lips curled up just a hint.

[crew-of-the-detz]

The Garden We Made

Sisuma knelt amid the ruins of her garden. The Greol woman wasn't sure what she expected, she knew that when everyone was... under, she knew that everything would be disabled and shut down to save power. All the irrigation paths she had dried up, all the fertilizer drones powered down, and the precise atmosphere she kept in this room was nothing but stale recycled air at this point.

It had been six years that the crew had been under, she tended her garden for ten, but all it took was one moment and one flip of the switch to damn her garden. Withered plants, the once stood proud, now lay nothing but mummified carbon husks, a testament to her failure. She knew that it wasn't her fault, she knew that the choice wasn't hers, but nonetheless she felt like a failure.

Dried soil greedily drank her tears as she knelt there. If she wasn't crippled by her brand, maybe she could have used her psionics to visualize her garden on last time. But instead she was alone, fragile, mangled, and utterly broken.

She needed to go to somewhere, no, someone. But six years in cryo does a number on the mind. Her medically trained brain immediately went into all the ways her brain was damaged, more than it already was before going under. Not helpful, she knew it wasn't helpful, but listing all the things that was wrong with her gave her focus, gave her direction.

Eventually, that focus turned to finding this person. This... woman? Sisuma had her frame visualized, but all the features were gone, static in its place. She stood, and she ran.

As she ran she tried piecing together more of this woman. To be honest all she had when she woke up was a note taped to the inside of her cryo-bed to check on the garden. Even then, it took her 4 hours to find it. Turning around a corridor she almost ran into a human man. She knew this man, his face and that metallic arm familiar. Klove, the name sprung up. "A-apologies". She had almost forgotten the sound of her own voice. But she pressed past and kept going.

Hope started to bloom. If looking at Klove let her remember him, maybe the case would be the same with this mystery woman. She ran past the medical wing. She worked there. Her boss, Doc, she remembered him. She remembered the people she worked on, she remembered the lives she's saved. The woman grows deeper into focus.

She continued to run, and run, and run. Her atrophied legs scream, she used to be a good runner, but six years of not using anything makes them weak. She pressed on, she knew it was a bad idea but she pushed the pain aside and ran, and ran, and ran.

Until, she couldn't run anymore. Her legs gave out. She fell. And she pulled herself to the wall of the corridor and sat there, defeated. This woman in her brain, she was so close to being pictured it hurt. She stood, and she limped, hugging the wall. She felt as if her very life, her immortal soul, depended on finding this woman. She walked past the ships bar, and looked inside.

There she was. This human woman. Horrifically burned, scarred, and most of her limbs replaced with advanced bionics. Her lower jaw a metallic replacement with subdermal pistons working as the jaw muscles. One of her eyes an advanced camera set in her skull, the other the most beautiful shade of brown. The eye reminded her of the soil of her garden.

Sisuma shambled into the bar, and when she did, the human woman sat up. "It's you." Sisuma fell to the ground. The Human woman, no, Ki-Ki. ran up and fell down to embrace Sisuma. "It's me, love. I'm here."

Sisuma put the garden she left in ruins to the back of her mind, that wasn't the garden she needed. However, now, in this moment, with the woman she loves, this is the spiritual garden that matters. The garden they made together blossomed in her soul. It would take some time, as all gardens do, to get it back to where it was. However, if she could remember how in love she was over all these years, she would gladly stick by her partner's side to see what beautiful things would grow.