#boost reblogs appreciated ofc

[jonasiegenthaler]

hey y'all for my project this semester i'm gonna be designing a book about pride tape/pride night. if you've got thoughts about pride initiatives, your experience at pride nights, or any photos i'd really appreciate it if you could leave them in the form below!

https://forms.gle/eEnMQqndqFFs3CVh9

none of the questions are mandatory so feel free to skip the ones that you want. everything will be credited/left anonymous based on what you prefer, and none of this is for profit, exclusively for a passing grade so. thank you!

[adriancatrin]

the cool thing about queueing art and the queue ending up really long is that half the time i don’t even remember what i’ve queued until ppl are liking/reblogging it and then i get to see it AGAIN

[planetsxmore]

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁

new year is approaching and what's better than a 2023 pac reading? - remember that this reading is timeless and is meant for you when you find it . choose pile 1 to 3 which from left to right above - choose the picture by grounding yourself and thinking of the topic - you can choose more than one piles of you'd like - this is a general reading and may or may not resonate - the forms of divination used in this reading are black seed tarot deck cards, intuition, shufflemancy and my personal charms. please ignore the typo errors made if any, while channeling.

your likes and reblogs will be appreciated<3 for more pacs, astrology posts and paid readings; you can visit my masterlist.

have a good day and choose your pile carefully 🤍

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𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮

𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 ��𝟬𝟮𝟯'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂:

cards: the high priestess,3 of Pentacles

2023 will be all about self growth,self clarification and self confidence. this year will help you grow out of your insecurites and self doubts. you'll realize that pleasing the world completely is impossible for anyone to do so - hence you'll grow out of the societal expectations. i saw an image of a butterfly as i channeled this message - you'll understand the reason of your life path or be close to understanding it in 2023. spiritual or religious impact may be present this year. you'll also be able to differentiate between your true well wishers and your fake relationships. you'll embark on a beautiful journey in 2023. pursuing hobbies and interests that make you happy,make you contented. a year of a personal glow up, especially spiritually/emotionally. physical glow up may be there for a few of you as well.

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯:

card: 2 of swords

ah,well you'll be confused - if you're confused right now about someone or something than be prepared that this may continue next year. if not,then you may develop crushes or meet people that may make you confused about your choices. a sense of confusion - it's like more than one choices would be approaching you or you may like more than 1 person this year - whom you'll choose will depend upon differently for all since this is a general reading. i also feel as though some of y'all may be puzzled as to what love actually means for you,as i said earlier - it's a a year of self clarification - this year is extremely important as by the end of it, you'll know what "exactly" you need or want. as for love, i see a similar vibe here. for some of y'all,you could meet 2 soulmates or a twin flame and a soulmate - that will confuse you as to which one you feel for truly - if you're ever in a situation like this,go for the soulmate (just a personal thought, twin flames are toxic slightly) but ofc at the end it's up to you - so in short,i do see love in the picture of 2023 but it's more so in the form of priorities and confusions - as in more than one choices/crushes.

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸/𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯:

card: ace of pentacles

this portion is for the ones that work or study or intend to. a good card to represent the theme -if some of y'all are trying to seek admission or job offers,then this is a huge indication that 2023 will be the year for y'all. you'll be getting more than just one offers (kind of matching the love life vibe somewhat 👀) but unlike the love life,there's no confusion here. you'll be clear about which one you'll want to pursue and you'll go for it. it'll be a huge change for y'all but you'll be happy with it for sure! for those who are already working,i sense a promotion is coming up next year or just something significantly positive - this will boost your professional life. those who are studying, you're either obviously getting promoted into the next class next year - and this class will probably prove to be better than the last. you'll perform better, maybe even get better opportunities for co curricular or have better mentors or advices that you will definitely seek.

𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:

card: the world + intuition+ charms

travel could be in the picture. could be long term travel or short term travel, intuitively -for a specific group if y'all, i feel it could be both coming up for you in 2023. most of you it's for recreation while the rest is for work. through the charms,i see that you could have to encounter some people that you hated lately - idk exes or maybe even people that you disliked (not sure if your opinions about them would change or not,since this is a general reading and the situations will be different for all). there will be an ending of a toxic cycle in 2023 for you. i see new beginnings as well. you'll spend more quality time with your family and yourself as well more than your friends or co workers etc. a change in the way you approach the world and perspectives is in the picture as well.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗵𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀:

divination form: shufflemancy and intuition

lights,gazes, butterflies,3737, spirituality,pollen(?),444,aptitude 🦋

𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸

𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂:

cards: 7 of cups,the sun

this year seems to be a very fast one for you, especially the second half of it for most of you. it seems to be full of opportunities that you may or may not avail - i hope most of y'all do, because this can be life changing. 2023 will help you achieve what you've desired the most,be it physically, emotionally or materialistic-ly. i see that most of y'all by the end of 2023 will be like "this was one of my luckiest year" - of course,as i said - if you "do" avail these opportunities. i see alot of offers coming your way this year. this year may also help you engage in recreation - you can become more social than you are today. exploration will be the main theme of 2023 for you. positive changes coming your way - this seems to be such a beautiful vibe because the sun is card is literally one of the most positive cards in the deck in my opinion. be ready for a rollercoaster year full of happiness. your subconscious manifestations are coming your way - please don't hesitate taking risks this year else you'll miss out on alot.

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯:

card: 6 of cups

y'all - i haven't done pile 3 or completed your pile but i literally love this pile already -- i just hope it resonates with y'all because it's beautiful! for the people that are already dating,you may be with the same partner in 2023 (unless future energies change) and i see you developing an even stronger bond with this person. you both will fall in love even more. - for some of you, marriage proposals are coming up as well in 2023. i see many people approaching you, crushing on you secretly - but be carefully, just got a specific energy here that you may attract a stalker or someone toxic so just be careful with that. don't trust anyone quickly. for singles,a beautiful relationship is in the picture of 2023. as i said earlier,a year of opportunities - so make sure you avail the good ones. if you'll deny them all,then don't expect a miracle to show up - ofc, you'll need to accept something for a blossoming. such a happening year for y'all - i see that you may be approached by people that you already had a crush on. 6 of cups is indicating "love is in the air" for your 2023 theme. if you're the kind of person who doesn't date or isn't interested in love,then ofc your personal choices are beyond tarot, but you will be approached romantically in 2023 many times,unless you change your energy drastically attracting a different future.

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸/𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯:

card: 3 of cups reversed,4 of swords reversed (extra card)

you'll be on your own this year in terms of work/studies. for those who're trying to seek a job or admission, you'll do it on your own. you'll research and work on it on your own - i pulled a card for this specific question as to will you get what you'll try to achieve and you got the 4 of swords reversed. you will definitely get it but with the work needed - a little tiring and you can face slight delays but you'll get what you'll have your eyes on at the end - and that's what matters at the end right? for those who are already in a job,you may take a leap of faith and change your work place - adjusting can be a little difficult but you'll get used to it at the end. you may not receive the help you wished your friends, colleagues or workers may have given you - but perhaps they are inexperienced in the matter itself - for those that are still studying,things will be okay. you may work for a change in your academics and they may work out at the end. your mentors or classmates may not be very helpful -- you'll achieve everything on your own in 2023 (which is a good thing in my opinion)

𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:

card: 9 of cups + intuition+ charms

abundance will be approaching you this year. also through the charms,i just got a soda shaped charm and i feel with the 9 of cups - you'll be having alot of food in 2023 or changing something about your preferences with food (this could be for a specific group as well,it doesn't have to be for all) - some of y'all can gain weight easily in 2023, just be careful with that. i see mental relaxation in some way maybe a vacation of some kind or perhaps pursuing something you love - getting one of your wishes fulfilled in 2023 - meeting people who'll end up admiring you or your ways. you may also meet people who may "inspire" you in a way. i also just heard the word "counselling" for someone,it could be applicable in any way.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗵𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀:

divination form: shufflemancy and intuition

"i am enough",222,trust,crowds,burgers(?), run-around,puzzles, polaroid, pursue(?) 🎫

𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂:

cards: 7 of pentacles, knight of swords

a busy 2023 is in your cards. this year will exhauste you but in a good way. it'll be faster than the rest - y'know the time when we're like "how'd this year end so quick?" - that's exactly what you'll be going through. something will keep you busy,but you'll be happy with it. i see that you'll be getting appreciation for your efforts - it's like you'll like working on a particular thing because you may be getting the acknowledgement to fuel you. this work could be anything for different people, maybe even a hobby or studies or your career - but it'll keep you on your toes this year. if you're waiting for something for a long time,this year would help you achieve it quicker than you expected it to be. i also see that you'll become more action oriented in 2023. on a negative note,you could be drained at tom- but tbh,this seems to be a good thing that you'll learn how to handle stress this year. you could mature this year alot. by the end of it, you'll be a more matured person by emotions or work.

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯:

card: 5 of pentacles,the temperance (extra card)

not bad not super good. love will be there but not the one to woo you off. general crushes and general approaches are there - if you are in a relationship,then it'll be okay - it doesn't seem to break for most of y'all but for some of you,be careful with the differences of opinions with each other. now don't get me wrong,it's not going to be a love-less year,it's just that i'm describing the entire theme with one card. 5 of pentacles is also not the best card to get - you will have your romantic moments, but as i said, you'll be very busy this year too so it's not going to be all about romance. i pulled another card for a little more clarification and it was the temperance that came out - a balance. even if you start dating someone new (which can be possible in 2023) - they will not be the center of your attention in 2023. sure you'll have your romantic moments and dates, but nothing's going to be extremely, extremely special. good thing is that i don't see anything too negative either. ofc - you can change the future that you're attracting at the moment with your energy changes so it isn't set in stone but for me,it's not necessarily a bad thing that romance won't be your "main" focus in 2023. it's a general overlook and so i'm not going in specific details otherwise i'm sure you'll have your specific romantic moments in 2023 too,it's just not very significant in 2023's theme.

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸/𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯:

card: queen of swords

Being "in charge" - no matter what circumstances it is,if you're wanting to know how things will go professionally - they'll go very well for most of the year, especially the end. 2023 will be a year where you'll become the "queen of swords" in your own way, regardless of what gender applies to you. You'll be the one who won't take sh*t from anyone especially in terms of your work. If you're trying to seek admission academically or a job somewhere,be assured that if your subconscious energy remains the same - you'll be attracting a very strong future in 2023. You'll be getting a job/admission somewhere,where you set your eyes on in 2023. An ideal place for you - and this place will likely be where you'll be more popular than you are today. Popular in your department,or class or group etc. (Let's hope it's for the good reasons lol 👀) - for those who are already in a job or institution,you'll become more confident and comfortable in that way in 2023. i see that you'll be achieving success in 2023 - progressing better than you were last year. I just heard the word "controlling" - idk how it could apply in any of your situations because it's general y'know. it could mean a new project or phase that you may be in charge of. as little as being a monitor to as big as being the head of the department - for some of you all, promotion is in the picture as well. likely a position where you can take decisions and it makes an impact on all. overall,a good enough year for your professional growth/class if you make your intentions clear from the start.

𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:

card: 5 of cups reversed + intuition+ charms

there'll likely be a realization that things that you may have thought would be fruitful for you would not matter to you in 2023 or you'll learn to let go of it - overcoming some kind of addiction in some way or unhealthy attachment - with the help of the charms,i see that you'll likely encounter elderly people in 2023 - you'll have less time for yourself and i also see travelling for academics/work for group of you here. i hear the word "praises" too so some of y'all may be getting praised alot in 2023 in a way. (somewhat matches with the acknowledgement theme) - be careful because i feel that you may encounter someone with an envious energy,who may be jealous of you in some way,so just be careful and try to stay away from people that you know aren't your well wishes - your personal intuition will likely grow in 2023 as well so trust your gut feelings as well. you'll be mentally really active this year (not sure what this could really mean - but it just came through in the reading and i had to type it out)

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗵𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀:

divination form: shufflemancy and intuition

challenges, success,black eyes(?),rock music,long drives, documents,111,night 🧿

[felsjustart]

Emerg Commissions

So my retina (right eye) detached (AGAIN) in the middle of my vacay in the states and i had to go to the emerg AND see a specialist/surgeon in 'murica before taking an emerg flight back home to Canada and my bills are gonna be so big ahsdffkjall;;; long story short, i'm gonna be reopening commissions again here soon while i'm on short term disability for a minimum of six fuckin' weeks (potentially longer once i have my follow up in two weeks). i'm gonna make some quirky name for them. like pirate commissions. cause i have only one working eye while the gas bubble gets reabsorbed. i was told that i'm essentially gonna get cataracts in this (right) eye from this vitrectomy cause the bubble is gonna fuck up my lens so that's ANOTHER surgery I'm gonna need down the line. And I'm supposed to be watching my other (left) eye for the inevitable time THAT one detaches. i am so grateful i live in canada rn and got the actual surgery done here but omigawd why cant i save any money or have nice things adfaks;l;;;;ka;rk ANYONE INTERESTED IN BUYING ART FROM ME?! What's your price range?? Gimme infos here or join my art discord for constant WIP's/updates on my commission status! -> Join Fels'ArtDump Server on Discord ! If you can't afford anything rn, I totes get it, but boosts/reblogs would be super appreciated! Full commission Info/examples Under the cut! WARNING: It is extremely image heavy!

I can do mostly anything that's humanoidish including anthro/fat bodies/dad bods & bears/femboys & twinks/beards/muscle bound bodies/extremely thin & eviscerated bodies/disabled bodies/injuries & scars/gore/monster-parts/Virtual Tabletop Tokens/scene illustrations/nudity and so much more. Things like weaponry & armor is gonna take me a lot more rendering/time though, so your price will jump if those sorts of things end up in your commission, but I'm defs willing to give almost anything a shot (sans anything hateful/homophobic or transphobic or harmful ofc). Disability aids will be added at no extra charge (things like canes, wheelchairs & prosthetics). The more references you can give me upfront = the faster your commission will be completed.

These are the heafier examples, but even if you're looking for a quick sketch, hmu and I'll be happy to get you something of a sketchier quality for a cheaper price.

[tactician]

it's divali, halloween, AND veilguard's release date :') SO MUCH TO CELEBRATE HEHE

i will post cato's official in-game appearance at some point...! whenever i am free of the cc lmfao. which may take HOURS UPON HOURS but it is what it is. i seriously doubt that i'll post or reblog plot sp///oile///rs publicly for at LEAST another 2 weeks, but my official tag (trying to break up all mentions of sp///oil///ers to avoid blacklists lol) is gonna be d///a///t///v///sp//oilers <- minus the /s ofc, one word. i will probably also sprinkle in general alternate tags too just to be safe.

if any mutuals want to hmu on discord to (Carefully) discuss stuff in-game one-on-one, lmk! my discord handle is seafare. (i'd appreciate a heads up if you add me just so i know who you are, though!)

p.s. ik i keep boosting the first chapter of the cato story i wrote but im so incredibly proud of it and excited about him as a character!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who has read it / sent positive vibes my way for it / not thrown a ball of sand at me for reblogging it every so often LOL here it is again if you wanna read it and get into the dragon age spirit on this blessed day. it has no sp///oilers in it whatsoever and i honestly think it's pretty easy to understand even if you dont know anything about dragon age :3

p.p.s. this was meant to be a da post but look at how cute the gpx+ halloween event is. malasada is in his costume and he is thriving. if u wanna give him candy feel totally free, he is a big warheads fan <- hilarious sentence

[spongyspingy-rising]

new gijinka design that's going to be up on the AH in a moment! Eurytus is an uncommon color scheme hatchling with rare light eyes from my own WIP breeding pair, & he'll be up for 2000g c:

I really like this design, and I kept the little mock-up in the corner because it shows off a few design details (namely the hands) that weren't visible in the final! hoping to find him a good home, so any boosts are ofc appreciated

l0nk in the reblog momentarily!

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 5

Destiny & Deliverance Masterlist ||| Dieter Bravo X OFC Smut Warning

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives. 

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: “You couldn’t stop thinking about apologizing or kissing me?"

On Wednesday, I awoke when my alarm went off. Did I sleep through his alarms today? I must have been out of it. I was hot and sweaty. I felt like I had been dreaming but couldn’t recall what it was about. I groggily headed toward the shower. I stood under the hot shower stream longer than I probably should have before I started to wash my hair. I was moving slowly through my entire routine. I felt like I had a mild hangover and was not looking forward to the workday. 

As I was digging through my clothes, I realized all the undergarments that I had left were a little too sexy in nature and not the most comfortable. I silently cursed myself for letting Lauren help me pack, even though me doing it alone most likely would have resulted in a panic attack. I sighed to myself, settling on a lacy white set that was the least offensive, then I got dressed. Today it was black fitted high waisted palazzo pants that zipped up the back, a matching blazer, and light pink sleeveless blouse with a lace trimmed white Cami underneath. I pulled my straightened hair back into my usual low bun. I actually felt cute today. The pants hugged me in all the right places and gave me a little confidence boost that helped improve my mood. I was barely ready on time and had to hurry downstairs to meet Joe. As usual, he met me with coffee and scone in hand. I was thankful for it this morning. 

I was surprised to not find Megan waiting for me when I arrived. I momentarily wondered if I would have any issues entering the building, but once I reached the security checkpoint, they told me to go through without checking my bag or requiring that I go through the metal detector. All I could do was shake my head as I walked toward the elevator. 

When the elevator doors opened to the correct floor, Megan was standing there, looking very impatient. I smiled at her as I exited the elevator and asked if everything was ok. 

“Yes, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to meet you this morning. I was just on my way down. I was having some trouble getting the printer moved to the secondary conference room for you.” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I don’t expect you to meet me every morning. I think I can find my way now.” I gave her a reassuring smile, hoping it might help her relax some. 

“So today should be fun. I am going to start running data checks. There is a possibility I may need a second set of eyes or hands.”

“Sounds good. I’m really excited about this part. I am curious to see how all this works. I think it’s fascinating.”

“Well, I think you may be the first to ever say that. Most people want no part of it.” 

Megan led me to the secondary conference room that required ID scan entry. It was a large space that housed an executive style table that took up most of the room, but it was all slightly smaller than the first one we met in. I started getting set up and laid some of my paperwork out across the table. There was a method to my madness that did unfortunately involve killing some trees. I am a very visual person, so a lot of the time it helps me to lay things out instead of switching between multiple windows on a small laptop screen. 

My first step was to start running some of the unaltered data download spreadsheets through a program that compared data from multiple servers and also checked for data irregularities and notable patterns. It could be a slow and tedious process depending on the size of the data load and looking at the past six years’ worth of information was a lot. 

About two and a half hours in, while processing the financial data, something caught my attention. During each payment period, there was always one account outlier in the losses column. The same account never had consecutive losses within that range. I suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline, convinced this could be something. 

I pulled up the profit and loss statement report pdfs that I had reviewed earlier in the week. It hadn’t been completely obvious to me at that point because of the way they were presented. I hit print. Once they were finished printing, I called for Megan to bring some tape and to come assist me. I had her sort them out by year. Then I asked her to hang them on the wall alphabetically by account name then in the order of the month and date. I also had her highlight the outliers on each report. She initially looked at me like I was crazy but didn’t question it. She did as I asked. I alternated between helping her and setting more data to run through my software. By the time we were finished, almost all four walls were completely covered in these reports. I stood back, staring at them. Trying to figure out how to piece it all together. 

I grabbed a pen and started writing large visible numbers on the reports in the order that the outliers occurred. There was one full cycle of the spike in losses for each account. No repeats. I stepped back again, staring at it with a half grin on my face while shaking my head. 

“Megan, would you mind letting Mr. Carrington know that I will not be available for lunch today please. I think I’ve just found something that needs my attention.”    

Megan looked at me, wide-eyed. She nodded before walking out of the room. She returned several minutes later, eager to help. We both went through numbering each cycle for the outliers. It was the same every time. One full cycle through the accounts with no repeats before it started over. However, each cycle had a different order.

I sat down in a rolling chair, turning in circles to look around the room. What now? There had to be more. I leaned my head back as I rubbed my hands down my face, trying to think. Megan excused herself to go grab our lunch delivery. I figured this might be a good time to take a bathroom break. When I rounded the corner walking to the bathroom, I passed Jay Brooks. He gave me a polite hello but didn’t stop to chat. His demeanor seemed off. I had a suspicious feeling about him.

When I got back from the bathroom, Megan had returned with our lunch. As soon as I walked toward her, she leaned into me while looking around slightly paranoid. She started speaking quietly.  

“So, it may be nothing, but when I was coming back, I saw Mr. Brooks attempting to swipe into this room. He never uses this room for anything.”   

“That is interesting indeed. Let’s get back to work.” 

We both ate while we stared at the walls. There was something about the changes in the numbers. 

“I think I have an idea,” I said rather loudly as I dropped my food down on the table, causing Megan to jump. I grabbed my laptop and made a copy of the financial data spreadsheet. I quickly removed all the losses marked as outliers and moved those over to another excel tab. I went through and got the average losses for each year. Then, I went to the other tab and deducted those corresponding year’s average from each of the outliers. What I was left with literally had me bursting out in laughter. 

“What a fucking idiot.”

“What is it?” 

“When I account for the average losses across all accounts for that year and minor fluctuations, then subtract them from these outliers, I get basically the same difference for each account. These first two years, it’s a one-point five percent spike. It went up to two percent for a few years and it’s now holding steady at two-point five percent each time one spikes. It’s statistically impossible for that to be happening naturally for that many accounts.”

I wasn’t sure if Megan followed any of that. It was a lot to process. She just stared at me, wide-eyed before speaking. 

“So, what you're saying is, someone is skimming a specific percentage from one account at a time on a rotation? Which would cause a spike in the losses, right?”

“You got it. He got greedy and started raising that percentage which made it even more obvious this last little bit. I can’t believe the accountant didn’t catch this.”

“I don’t think the accountant checked all the accounts because there are so many. He randomly picked them and asked for that specific data.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Megan gave me a serious look as she shook her head. That would most likely be why it wasn’t caught. 

Now I had proof that malicious activity was happening, I just had to figure out how. I quickly looked back through all the audit trails relating to Mr. Brook’s accounts. There was nothing there. Everything looked legitimate. 

“Can you ask the head of the IT department if he is available to see me, please?”

“Of course,” Megan said as she went to make the call. 

Several minutes later, I knocked on Sam’s door. He called out for me to come in. I inquired about who has access to the mainframe and about security for that room. Sam said there were currently no cameras pointing directly at the entry door to that room, but there were some on adjoining hallways. 

I realized there are also bathrooms on the same hallway as that space, so it would be hard to say definitively that someone was going into the mainframe room based on the camera footage. 

I then had Sam pull up a list of IP addresses that had accessed specific data files on the mainframe, he noted that it was only the mainframe workstation listed to run scheduled automated jobs, most being done late in the evening.  

“Sam, who has access to the mainframe workstation?”

“Technically, all the Senior level staff. Their ID card will get them in the room, and they have the admin credentials.” 

“Seriously? Why?” I didn’t even give him a chance to answer before continuing.

“You know what, never mind. It doesn’t matter at this point. Can you get me room access information for the last six months and the automated job schedules by tomorrow please? 

“Of course, I can. Anything else?”

“No, that’s it for now. Thank you.”

I left Sam’s office and walked back to the secondary conference room. I found Mr. Carrington and Megan there. Mr. Carrington’s face showed confusion as he looked around the room. I started to walk him through today’s discoveries, his confusion turned to aww. He said that he was impressed with my unconventional methods. Laughing as he looked around the room.

“I don’t want to leave this up overnight in case someone gets in here,” he stated. 

“Of course. I had planned to take pictures and shred everything before I leave.”

“I’ll let you get to it then. Megan, please help her dispose of this after she’s done.”

Megan gave a slight nod as I moved to pull out my high-definition professional camera from my bag. I methodically started taking pictures of small sections of the walls. As I would finish with one section, Megan would pull them down and shred them. We finished just as it was time to call it quits for the day. She and I were both feeling worn out as the adrenaline started to wear off, but we were still excited by what we had accomplished. We said our goodbyes, then I headed downstairs to meet Joe. 

It was close to six when Joe pulled up in front of the hotel. I felt giddy from today’s discoveries and anxious to see Dieter. Joe parked the car and opened my door, giving me his usual spiel. I quickly made my way inside and grabbed the back corner booth in the restaurant. I took off my blazer as I sat down because I was feeling hot suddenly. Bartender Tim made his way over and asked what I would be having. I asked for some mozzarella sticks and opted for a fruity mixed drink rather than wine and water. I had a good day, so I was feeling something a little extra. I pulled out my laptop to work on my report and looked through a few more datasets while I waited. 

About forty-five minutes later, Dieter came in through the front entrance. I didn’t even have to see him to know. I could literally feel him. I looked up as he was walking into the restaurant. Our eyes focused on each other. The biggest smile spread across his face as he approached the booth. He was wearing dark colored jeans and a fitted white t-shirt, both of which were hugging him in ways that should be illegal. His hair was messy, hanging down over his forehead and he was wearing the black rimmed glasses. He was also still sporting just a hint of facial hair. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to control myself. The glasses were taking it over the top. He looked like he had had a good day. Hopefully that meant he got the news he had been waiting for. 

He slid into the booth, still smiling with the sweetest look on his face. His energy was infectious. He turned to face me, took a deep breath, and said, “I got the part!”

I did a little clap, and I stomped my feet simultaneously. I was excited for him. I leaned toward him and gave him a side hug and a small rub on his back as I said congratulations. Yeah, I was shamelessly flirting with this guy again. Clearly, I was already feeling the effects from my mixed drink. 

He put in his order with bartender Tim. He too ordered a mixed drink and another round of mozzarella sticks. He asked how my day had gone and I shared the new developments. Excited that I was finally on to something. He was full of questions and wanted to know every little detail as to how I had figured things out. He finished his drink off quickly as he listened.  

“I think you literally just blew my mind. You’re too fucking smart.” he said with a laugh and shook his head in disbelief as he leaned back against the booth. 

“Not really, the computer does most of the work for me. The rest is just recognizing patterns and reasoning.” I said, taking another sip of my drink. 

“However, please feel free to continue to stroke my ego. I won’t argue too much.”

His eyes met mine and he continued to chuckle at my response. There was a look in his eyes that was unreadable. We sat staring at each other for a moment. His eyes briefly dropped down to my mouth as I bit my bottom lip, then down to his drink. He adjusted in his seat. Then, rubbed his left thumb across his bottom lip and down the side of his face before resting it on his right shoulder, giving it a small squeeze as he exhaled. I continued to look at him a moment longer. He looked slightly flushed. The energy between us had shifted. It was electric. At that moment, I knew tonight was going to be interesting and I was one hundred percent on board with it. I basically gave up any sense of control I was holding on to. It was one of my few “fuck it” moments that I was probably going to regret, and again, I didn’t event care.

I interrupted the silence, “We should get a shot to celebrate. We both had success today.” 

He laughed at my enthusiasm and agreed. I slid out of the booth and asked him what he wanted. He opted for a shot of whisky. I walked up to the bar to get Tim’s attention and asked for two shots of whisky. As I waited, I could see Dieter’s reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He definitely looked me up and down, then quickly looked away. The pants I wore today were a good choice I thought to myself as bartender Tim passed me the shots.  

I sat back down with the drinks; we clinked the glasses together before downing them. We continued chatting for a while about anything and everything. Movies, books, music, all the typical topics. Playfully arguing with each other when we disagreed on something. Both of us sneaking in brief touches here and there. I had shifted to face him in the booth, with my leg bent up on the seat. He kept touching my thigh when he would laugh about something I said. Even giving a gentle squeeze occasionally. It was taking my mind to places it shouldn’t be. I could feel the tension between us building. 

Around ten o’clock, my phone buzzed on the table. It was Lauren. One short message asking how tonight went. I didn’t answer. She was going to be pissed at me. I looked at the time.

“Oh, it's nearly ten o’clock. Geez, that was fast. I guess they’ll be closing soon.”

I sat my phone back on the table. Feeling disappointed. Dieter looked a little disappointed too. 

“Time flies when you're having fun I guess,” he said as he finished off his latest drink. I finished off mine too. We settled our bill, then we both stood, making sure we had all our things. I grabbed a mozzarella stick and stuck it in my mouth as I walked in front of him toward the exit. He started laughing at me and shaking his head. I wasn’t completely drunk, but I still had a good buzz going at this point. Completely at ease and enjoying myself. I hadn’t really been like this in years. It was kind of nice to let loose if I was being honest.

We both got on the elevator. Being in such close quarters had my nerve endings on fire while the smell of his cologne wafted around me. My head felt foggy. It took us a minute to realize that neither of us had hit the number for our floor. We looked at each other and started laughing as he reached over to hit the number 9. He backed into the corner next to me, our arms touching. The elevator jerked as it started its ascent, causing me to stumble on my unsteady feet and fall against him. The length of our bodies touching as he caught me from falling. We both froze momentarily. I looked up at him to give my apologies, but no words left my mouth. My eyes dropped to his lips. He leaned in halfway and stopped with a questioning look on his face. I closed the distance between us and kissed him. I reached up and put my hands on the back of his neck, giving his hair a little tug as we both deepened the kiss. His hands tightened around my waist, pulling me in closer.

We broke apart when the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Staring at each other, wide-eyed. I think we were both in shock over what just happened. I gave him a shy smile and walked past him down the hallway toward my suite. My fingers over my lips the whole way. The heat from his lips, still present. I could feel him following closely behind me. I caught his reflection in the glass of a picture frame at the end of the hall as we approached our suites. He had his hands in his pockets and was watching me with a hint of a smile on his face.    

We reached his door first. I took a deep breath before I turned around to tell him good night. He was looking at me intently. His eyes were unreadable. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something but stopped. He reached up to push a stray piece of hair out of my face that had fallen loose at some point and then smiled. 

“I should be free tomorrow evening if you want to hang out again…I know it’s your last day here, so feel free to tell me no, if you have other plans.”

I smiled, “No, no other plans. I’ll be right here. In the hotel, I mean.”

My eyes shifted down, realizing my brain was failing me as he kept looking at me. All I could think about doing was dragging him into my room. I shook my head to clear it and smiled, telling him good night and that I would see him the following day. Reaching out to squeeze his hand as I said it. Then I turned and walked to my door without looking back. It was a second before I heard his key card in the lock. I caught a glimpse of his back as he entered his suite. 

I walked into my suite, setting my things down on the couch. I stood in place for a minute. Staring at nothing as I tried to process what happened. I decided to get ready for bed and try to decompress. I pulled my blouse and shoes off, then walked into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth. I took my hair down. It fell in soft dark waves around my shoulders. I stared at myself in the mirror, noticing that my pupils were dilated. I laughed at myself. This was absurd. I could not believe how I had acted this evening. It was a sobering moment and I felt like I was past whatever had come over me by that point. I just needed to be away from him to gather my thoughts. 

As I was digging through my suitcase for some pajamas, I heard a light knock on the door. I stood there for a moment, confused. It didn’t sound like it was the main door. Another knock. It was at the door adjoining mine and Dieter’s suites. My stomach did a flip once I realized it. 

I walked into the bedroom and opened my side. Dieter was standing there, with his arm propped on the door frame above his head. He was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. Skin showing just below the hem of his shirt from where his arm was raised. My eyes lingered there before meeting his. I was certain that he noticed. He took his arm down and rubbed his thumb down the side of his lips as he hesitated to speak, eyeing me. I leaned on the opposite side of the door frame waiting for him to say something. 

“I’m sorry, I-I.. shouldn’t have bothered you. I…just wanted to apologize for earlier. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and…”

“You couldn’t’ stop thinking about apologizing or kissing me?”

He stopped, realizing what he had said. He was trying to read my face, looking for the correct answer. I wasn’t giving him anything to go by. I wanted to know what he was really thinking. 

He hesitated, “I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you. I have been all week.”

He braced for my response. His eyebrows knitted together with a determined, but worried look. His chocolate eyes searched my face. That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. Our lips crashed together. He took a few steps toward me as I put my back flat against the wall. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me up against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running a hand through his hair and again tugging it gently. He groaned into my mouth, and I could feel his excitement pressing against me. Any control that I thought I regained over myself was gone. 

I lowered my hands to the hem of his shirt, tugging to pull it off. He stopped kissing me to pull it over his head. My eyes took him in. His torso was toned but not overly muscular. His shoulders were broader than I realized and his arms well defined. He pulled me back to him. His hands were in my hair, then he reached down to pull my Cami off. He briefly stopped, “Is this ok?” he whispered before continuing. I let out a breathy yes, reminding myself to thank Lauren later for throwing in the sexy bra and panty sets even though I cursed her for it earlier in the day. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he kissed down my neck, lifting me off the floor slightly to walk toward the bed. After he placed me back on the ground, I reached down to palm him through his shorts, and he groaned into my mouth again. He reached for the front of my pants, not finding what he was looking for. He pulled away for a minute, looking down. 

“How the hell do you get these things off?”

I started laughing as I turned around tugging at the zipper. He grabbed my hips, clearly admiring the view for a moment before trying to help me undo the zipper. In my haste to pull it down, I got it caught on the fabric. We both started laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

“Fuck it. Rip them.” I said through my exasperated laughs.

“This might as well be a damn chastity belt,” he said through his laughter as he gave a good tug, pulling me backward slightly. 

The zipper finally popped loose. He sighed in relief as he pulled my back against his chest. Pulling my hair out of the way to kiss down my neck. I grinded my backside into him as he went to stick his hand down the front of my pants. Again, he paused asking if it was ok before continuing. I managed to squeak out another yes. He continued, rubbing my sensitive area, and feeling the wetness that was forming. My entire body was electrified. Honestly, I hadn’t felt this aroused or alive in years. Clearly, I had been missing out. 

He pulled his hand out and slid my pants and panties down my legs. Then he moved to undo my bra, sliding it down my arms slowly. I turned around and reached for his shorts, but hesitated. I felt like I was in foreign territory. I hadn’t been with anyone but my ex-husband in so long. I started to doubt myself and I was unsure of how to do this. Damn my intrusive thoughts. 

He caught my eyes with his, sensing my hesitation. 

“We can stop if…”

“No, I just haven’t done this in a while. I feel a little out of practice.” I gave a half smile and a one shoulder shrug.  

He reached for my face, kissing me gently.

“I think you are doing perfectly fine. Just don’t think about that.”

As his chocolate brown eyes stared into mine, I felt my confidence return and pulled his shorts down. He didn’t have anything underneath. I glanced down. He was definitely excited and above average in size, I assumed anyway. I didn’t have a lot to compare to. He pulled me back to him and started kissing me again. Geez, he was such a good kisser. I was never one for making out in the past, but the way his tongue moved with mine was igniting a blaze in me. I couldn’t get enough of him. I reached down and started stroking him. He sucked in air through his teeth, leaning his head back at the feeling.

I paused and his eyes snapped to mine. Concern etched his face. 

“Do you have a condom? I’m… I’m not on anything…”

He paused before answering me, like he was trying to decide how to answer. 

“I-I had a vasectomy…but I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time.” 

He looked apprehensive while he waited for my response. Honestly, I was a little shocked. It wasn’t the response I was expecting. I would have to pack that away to process later. 

“Oh...ok then. Me too. I mean, I haven’t been with anyone in a long time either.” I said, shaking my head up and down. 

I could see the relief on his face. We gave each other awkward smiles and I started kissing him again. I was determined to be in the moment and not in my head worrying about every little detail. 

Dieter backed me up to the bed. When it hit the back of my legs, I sat down and started to crawl backwards. He followed, hovering over me and kissing as we went. Once I settled, he was everywhere. Kissing, sucking, and touching every inch of me. He started working his way down and paused as he felt me tense. 

“You don’t have to do that,” I said as I grasped onto his hand. He looked at me with questioning eyes. 

“It’s just…that’s never really done anything for me.” 

“Then clearly someone didn’t know what they were doing. Relax and let me have a go at it.”

He gave me a mischievous grin and started sucking on the inside of my thigh. I gave him a small smile and nodded for him to continue. 

As soon as he put his mouth on me, a loud moan escaped my lips. Maybe he was right. It didn’t take long for me to reach my peak. It was easily the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. A high that I had never reached.

Dieter crawled back up to hover over me, looking pleased with himself. 

“Ok, you were right. Someone didn’t know what they were doing.”

He laughed at my declaration as I started to kiss him again. I could taste myself on him. We grinded against each other. After a moment, he reached down to line himself up at my entrance. He paused looking at me for permission. I resumed kissing him and bucked my hips up for him to continue. He went slow at first, giving me the chance to adjust to his size. 

Once we got into a rhythm, we were fueled by pure need. Our bodies saying what our words failed to. We couldn’t get enough of each other. Our hands and lips were everywhere, sucking and caressing. My entire body felt like it was burning with want. It had never been like this for me before. I gave myself over completely. I could feel that familiar burn building again as I climaxed for a second time that evening. Dieter nipped my jawline and kissed down my neck as I arched my back through it. Once I started to come down, he grabbed my leg, just behind my knee and raised it to change the angle. I could feel the burn building again as my muscles started to contract around him for the third time. 

“I’m about to…” he trailed off through his heavy breathing. He placed his forehead against mine and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist while we both tensed from our releases. 

He sat there unmoving for several minutes. We both attempted to get our breathing under control in between the deep sensual kisses we shared. We were both covered in sweat and trembling from the exertion. He rubbed his nose against mine and gave me one last peck on the lips before he rolled off to lay beside me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. 

“That was…unexpected,” he said once his breathing had calmed down. 

“It was. I’m not complaining.” 

Dieter laughed while he twirled my hair in his fingers. 

“I think I need something to drink,” I said as I laid there, unmoving. He moved to get up, agreeing that he did too. I told him I had water in the fridge. I shamelessly admired his backside as he walked out of the room. 

He came back quickly, turning all the lights off as he went. He handed me a bottle of water then pulled the blanket back and climbed in covering us both up. We both downed a significant amount of water before setting the bottles on the nightstands. He scooted down in the bed onto his left side and pulled me over to him. My back to his chest. He wrapped his right arm around me with his left bent back under his head and nuzzled his face into my hair. I laced my fingers into his right hand, pulling his arm tighter around me while our legs tangled together. 

For the first time in a long time, I felt content. I felt safe and unjudged. I decided I would let myself enjoy the moment and worry about consequences later. I just wanted to be happy and without worry for once. Even if it was only for one night. 

I noticed his breathing shifted to slow, steady breaths. He had fallen asleep. I further relaxed into the warmth of his embrace, letting sleep take me too. 

At some point in the middle of the night, I felt his foot slide down my leg, then he hugged me a little tighter. I wasn’t sure if he was awake or not. He didn’t seem to be. At least not all of him. I stretched my stiff muscles, pushing my backside into him as I did so, feeling the hardness press into me. I did a little wiggle and he groaned into my ear, burying his head into the crook of my neck. His fingers tightened in mine. He was definitely awake now. 

I turned my head toward him, our lips meeting. It was slow and sensual. His hand made its way down to my core where he started working his magic with his fingers. I was panting and reached my peak quickly. He slid his hand down to my thigh, repositioning my leg. Then he propped himself up on his left arm to position himself and enter me from behind. He laid back down, wrapping both arms around me, then began moving, very slowly. We both groaned at the feeling. This position was a new experience for me. The angle hitting pleasure spots I didn’t know existed. 

His right hand alternated between roaming my body and grasping my hip to pull me back to him.  My head was laying in the crook of his left arm, his left hand bent up, tangling in my hair while I turned to kiss him. I threaded my right hand through his hair, grasping it tightly causing a deep groan from him. He would switch between fast and slow thrust to prolong the experience. When he felt my body begin to tense, he picked up the pace and we both reached our high together, letting out pants and moans as we rode it out. 

We melted into each other as our breathing slowed. He continued to place random kisses down my neck and nuzzled back into my hair. 

“Why are you so fucking amazing.” 

It was a statement. Not a question. I laughed at him. 

“Can we just stay here, like this, and forget the rest of the world exists?” He said with his face buried in my neck. I chuckled.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” 

I started lightly rubbing his right arm, which was still wrapped around me. Within minutes he was asleep again. For a minute, I dared to wonder what it would be like to wake up with him every morning. To be in a relationship with him. He was so attentive and caring. The opposite of what I had before. Is that something I was even capable of right now? Emotionally I was kind of a mess. Not to mention the psychological effects of what I had been through. I quickly dismissed that train of thought. I was getting ahead of myself. As far as I was concerned, this was just a fling. I’d most likely never see him again after this week anyway. I eventually dozed off into a deep sleep. 

A/N: More spice coming in the next chapter. 😉

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 13

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter 13 ~ Fit For a Princess ~ Andy

Week 26 

Andy 

The last four weeks of my life have been nothing short of amazing.  

The Bruins have been on a win streak, only losing two for the entire month. The fans elected Luke to the all-star game so we have a four day break.  

And I’m waking up with my girl in my bed, in my arms. Just like I have since Christmas.  

I’m a lucky bastard.  

Blinking to the soft light of the morning, I feel my daughter kick slightly under my hand on her mother’s belly. I smile and rubbed her gently. “Morning, princess,” I whisper as Leia continued to sleep.  

I looked at Leia. She was so beautiful, peaceful in sleep. I press soft kisses to her neck and shoulders and she sighs. I ghost her skin with my fingertips and she moans quietly, pressing her ass into my groin. I groan as her perfect ass now has my cock nestled between her cheeks.  

I haven’t pressed Leia for any intimacy but she is really testing my resolved with her little sighs and wiggles. Now I know she is awake. “Sweetheart, you need to stop.”  

“Don’t wanna,” she whines sleepily. My hands slips a little lower on her belly and she groaned. “I need you Andy. Need you to touch me.”  

“Are you sure, my queen?” 

She responds by rubbing my cock with her perfect ass.  

Ah fuck.  

I let one of my hands drift up and trace underneath her breast. She let out a low moan and I smiled. “Sensitive, sweetheart?” 

She nods. “Andy,” she whines.  

“Hush, my queen. I’ve been waiting to feel you.”  

I explored her body like I have never done. How I’ve always wanted. Her skin is soft and warm, like a warm silk scarf. I let my hand move from her belly down, barely skimming her sex. Her breath hitched and her back arched slightly. I smiled. This was all for me, her sounds, her movements, her fucking passion that she is expressing.  

I make her sing and fuck if that isn’t an ego boost.  

I reach her molten hot core and groan. “God, baby, so fucking wet. Are you a needy girl? Hmm, are you my good girl, growing our baby?” 

“Shit, Andy, yes, yes. Please,” she pleads.  

“No need to beg, my queen.” I slide my finger into her and I think I will die. She is hot and wet, pulsing around my digit. “Goddamm, so tight.” I slowly add a second and she jolts. “Easy baby.”  

“Andy, I need more.” 

I chuckled. “Like this?” I curl my fingers as I pump in and out, my palm rubbing on her clit. She moans loudly, making my cock jump against her.  She moves her hips with me, my cock right in between her ass cheeks. “Sweetheart, you keep going that and I’m going to blow,” I growl out, not stopping the movement.  

“No,” she gasps. “I want to feel you.”  

I pull my hand away and push her panties down before lowering my boxers. I grasp her knee and hike it up and over my hip. I move my cock between her slick folds, listening to her mewl at the sensation. “I’ll be gentle, baby. If it hurts, you let me know.” She nods and I notch myself at her opening. With as much gentleness as I have, I push in.  

Leia gasps and I freeze.  “No! Don’t stop, baby.”  

“Are you ok?” 

“Y-yes, you’re just big,” she labors with the words. “Need a chance to get used to you.” Her head leans against my arm and I can feel her chin quivering.  

“Sweetheart, don’t cry. If it hurts...” 

“No!” She cuts me off. “I j-just... I just never thought we would get here. You’re the dream, Andy.” I can feel the tears dripping down from her face to my arm. I hugged her to me tighter.  

“You are my dream, Leia. I’m gonna make you feel good, my queen.” I push in more and my god, it’s heaven. Hot, wet, tight, she’s perfect. I don’t stop until she’s seated all the way on my cock. She pulses around, little flutter because of how sensitive she is.  “Are you ok, baby?” 

“Yes,” she breathes. “You feel so good, baby, so good.”  

“You feel exquisite, my love.” Its like I found my place in the world. I rock my hip up into her and listen to her little cries. I moved her head so I could kiss her. Her face was in a state of bliss and pleasure. I can feel her squeezing me, fluttering around me and my cock is ready to explode.  “Are you close baby?” 

“Yes, god, yes, don’t stop Andy.” I smiled against her skin and moved a little but faster. I let my hand back down to her swollen clit. I swirl slowly, in time with my thrusts. Leia cried out as I felt her release all over me.  I worked her through her orgasm, pushing to hold off.  

“God, baby, I wanna give you another.”  

“Later,” she pants. “I need you. Make me yours.”  

Two snaps of my hips later, I think I black out from the sweet sensation of pleasure rushing through my body and I groan as I release everything into her. The stars fade from my blacked out vision before Leia comes back into focus. Her head is pressed against my shoulder, breathing deep. “Sweetheart, are you ok?  Did I hurt you or the baby?” I can feel the edge of panic creeping in.  

“Baby, I’m so relaxed right now.” She turns her head and smiles, calming me in an instant. “That was so good. I can’t wait to have you on top of me.” She giggled and I grinned.  

“One day, love, one day.”  I pulled out of her slowly and went for a towel to clean her up. I touched her belly and I could feel my daughter moving. “Wow,” I whispered.  

“What is it?” 

“I’ll never get used to her moving around in there. Its like she’s dancing.”  

“Maybe she likes sex,” Leia commented with her little devious smile.  

I frowned at her. “She is too young,” I growl out. “She’s not allowed to even think about dating until she’s thirty.”  

“Don’t be a hypocrite, Andy.  I know you lost your virginity at 15.”  

“How the fuck do you know that?” I lay down next to her to face her. I brush the hair out of her face.  

“You and Luke were not quiet when you were talking. And really Andy, Melissa Edgerton.  she was such a bitch.”  

I laughed as I kissed her nose. “She was hot,” I shrugged. “And its not like I didn’t know about your dating life, sweetheart.”  

“Whatever. All I’m saying is that this one’s parents were young when they discovered the opposite sex.  Or the same sex, if she wants.”  

I groaned and leaned my head back. “I’m sending her to a nunnery,” I muttered. “Oof, fuck, Leia!” As she elbowed me.  

“Already in protective daddy mode and she isn’t even here yet.” Leia, smiled as she ran her nails through my beard.  She is trying to distract me and its working. “I’ve got her covered until she’s here, ok?”  She kissed my nose this time. “I love you.”  

“I love you, my queen.”  I glanced at my phone. “Fuck, we gotta get up.” I moved to leave the bed but she grabbed my arm and pulled me back.  “Baby, I have plans for us for the day.” I peck her lips.  

“But I like it right here.” She snuggled into the warm duvet.  

I slump. “Fine. I guess the day I had planned out can be done another day.  I don’t know when since I’ll be on the road but oh well.” I glanced at her and I could see she was feeling guilty.  

“No, baby, I want my date with you.”  She got up carefully and made her way to the bathroom.  

I smirked at myself. Part one of my plan completed.  

I really did have a whole day planned. I took my girl out to the store to pick out some new maternity clothes. She has had a cute little bump that caused me to lose a lot of my hoodies. I wouldn’t complain, she looked adorable. But, we had a couple of big events coming so I wanted to get her some new clothes.  

After, we went to lunch and then to the arena so I could pick up some merchandise for a fundraiser.  As we’re driving back, I hold her hand and she looks so serene. “Whatcha thinking about, my queen?”  

“Just how happy I am now.” She turned and gave me her beautiful smile.  

“Yeah? I’m happy too, my queen.”  I pulled down the street and let go of the breath I was holding. My surprise to her was ready. I pulled into the drive way but not the garage. I get us to the front door.  

“What are you doing Andy?” Leia looked at me. “Why didn’t we pull into garage?” 

“I have a surprise for you my queen.” I kissed her cheek and then pulled out a mask. “Let me put this on you.” I put it on her, being careful with her hair. I take her hands and guide her inside.  

“Do you think this is wise, Barber? My center of gravity is not the same,” as we slowly make our way up the stairs.   

“Like I would let anything happen to you, my queen.” I position her in front of a door and got behind her. “Ok, close your eyes.” I pulled the mask away. “Now, open them.”  

We were standing in front of one of the bedrooms and she sees a soft plush flat teddy bear hung on the door. “Andy,” she whispers.  

I smile and open the door. The walls are painted a sweet cream color. The curtains are a soft pink hanging to the floor. Baby jungle animals are painted and hung in frames above the smile while crib that Leia had picked out. A fiddle leaf fig is in the corner surrounded by stuffed baby animals. The carpet was a soft gray with a pink and white rug under the crib. The white dressed and changing table are on the opposite wall with a couple clouds hanging.  

A soft glider is in the corner with a pink blanket draped over the top and a soft pink bear on the chair. Baby books where on shelves on the wall. Leia’s eyes took in everything and then looked at Andy. “Do you like it?”  

Her eyes were shiny. “It’s perfect. It so beautiful. Andy, how?” 

“Trade secrets, darling. C’mon.” I took her down stairs where Stella, Miranda, Linus Ullmark, Brad Marchant and David Pasternak were waiting.  

Leia stopped. “What...” 

“Surprise, sweetie,” Stella said as she rushed her for a hug. “Andy and Luke organized all of this.” 

“Luke was here?” 

“No,” Miranda said, “but he and Andy split everything for the room.” 

“Tell her i bought the elephant,” a voice floated from her hand.  

“Oh, sorry, “she lifted her phone and Luke was on facetime from his hotel room in Seattle.  

“Lukey, you did this? “Leia was crying  softly as I wrapped my arms around her.  

“Well me and Andy did.  Did you like it?” 

“Its beautiful,” she looked up at me.  “Thank you so much.” She looked at the team. “You guys are amazing. She is going to love it,” patting her belly.  

We chatted and were getting ready to say goodbye when the doorbell rang. “I wonder who that is,” Leia said as she made her way too the door.  She opened it and froze. 

“Mom?”

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The Last Word: Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO: THE WOLVES

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Pairing: Fives/OFC

Chapter Summary: Flashback to a week before, Mal is faced with a big decision that could alter her life drastically. But is she ready to leave the safety of the Wolfpack and face the hard questions that she’s been hiding from?

Chapter Warnings: Some swearing and mentions of Umbara/past trauma

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Recommended Listening: The Wolves by Ben Howard

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The transfer talk had started a week earlier. Four Venator-class Star Destroyers lingered as a fleet in the Expanse Region, the armies recollecting while their generals strategized and regrouped. Mal kept busy organizing the medbay. She and the 104th’s clone medic, Crux, worked in silence as they tried hard not to think about why they were all gathered in the depths of space and not on their scheduled leave.

The first sign that something was wrong had been Plo Koon. The General, normally extremely patient and even-tempered, even by Jedi standards, stormed onto the bridge with a thunderous call to attention. He pulled Wolffe away for a meeting that lasted hours. The first anyone heard from them was a crackling summons for Sinker and Comet. The venom in Wolffe’s voice, clear even over the comm, sent a chill down Mal’s spine. She’d never heard him like that, not even after Abregado. The officers disappeared, and the meeting dragged on for even longer. Mal waited with Crux, Wildfire, and Boost. They crouched around a communicator listening to the rumors that began to trickle in from other ships over private lines; stories of brothers killing brothers under orders, horrors that the clones couldn’t imagine. 

Mal, on the other hand, felt her heart begin to race as they listened. She knew horrors like these. They were the ones that haunted her nightmares and sometimes her waking moments, like ghosts that hung over her shoulders, their weight ladened with guilt. She never imagined terrors like this could reach her - or her friends - here, in the Republic army, far from the Separatists and surrounded by an army of brothers. She gripped the edge of the seat to stop her hands from shaking. When the comms finally went silent, no one spoke. 

Before anyone could find the words, the meeting adjourned, and the officers were back on the deck. It seemed whatever fury had been burning before had subsided. They all looked heavy now, older. It was the oddest on Wolffe. Though he usually chose his words carefully, the stoic quietness that had overtaken the usually grumbling Commander was new and darker. Sinker barked the orders instead. The Jedi cruiser immediately made its jump to the Expanse region to gather with other Republic ships. 

Three days passed before Mal saw Wolffe again. He locked himself in his office and didn’t respond to comms. Mal checked on him through Sinker, who made sure that he was eating for her. Satisfied that Sinker was doing his best to pester the Commander into taking care of himself, Mal found boredom creeping up on her without anyone to patch up. She and Crux did their best to stay distracted. The medbay had never looked cleaner. When Mal wasn’t restocking med packs or refilling bacta containers, she was organizing games of sabacc. Sabacc had always been a source of comfort for Mal, and it had been a downtime staple of the 104th since she joined. With the minimal stipends the clones got, Mal never let them play for real credits. Usually, they used ration bars or scraps of flimsi. It made it more fun anyway. There was more laughter and teasing, with nothing really on the line. Nothing on the line was a nice change of pace.

This afternoon’s game came about during a lull in after-lunch chores. Mal, Comet, Wildfire, Sinker, Crux, and Boost were huddled in a circle in the men’s barracks. Mal was in the middle of a roll when Wolffe called. The dice tumbled from her hand just as the comm on her wrist beeped, its final notes drowned out by a collective groan at the numbers she rolled. When Mal answered, Wolffe’s voice met her ears and brought a smile to her face. It was back to being its recognizable gruff timbre.

“Mal, get in here.” He snapped before he cut the call.

The message was short and to the point, as his comms always were. Mal knew she’d find him in his office, and before she could wonder why she was being summoned, the other clones began to make low whistles.

“Someone’s in trouble!” Comet chuckled.

“What the fuck did you do this time?” Boost shook his head at her with a paternal smile.

“Don’t worry, ad’ika. We’ll have Crux ready the medbay for after your chewing out.” Sinker elbowed the medic next to him, who quickly shuffled his cards away from the trooper and glared.

“The Jedi are probably finally giving me a medal for putting up with you all.” Mal sighed as she threw down her own cards.

Sinker leaned over the table, abandoning any pretense of subtlety, to stare at her hand before his gaze snapped back up to Mal. His jaw hung open, and betrayal was written all over his face.

“You’re a liar!” Sinker called out.

“It’s called bluffing. I know you’re not familiar with it.” She winked at him before she turned, leaving the rest of the soldiers to tease their brother about his bad sabacc face.

Mal wound the dark halls of the Venator until she reached Wolffe’s office. As the blast door slid open, she knew she’d find the Commander bent over a desk covered in flimsi, holos, and datapads. Mal had offered to clean it for him time and time again. Still, Wolffe always rolled his eyes at her and said it was organized to him, usually throwing in some colorful adjectives along the way. Mal wasn’t expecting an unfamiliar clone to be waiting with him. 

The new clone, a captain according to the rank on his chest, sat in one of the two chairs across from Wolffe, his left hand resting on the chair arm and the right laid on the helmet that was perched atop his knee. Mal quickly saluted the familiar yet unfamiliar man. She wasn’t officially military, not like the clones. Civilian medics were a subset of the GAR, but she held no rank, and the field training had been practically shameful. The role was created so there would be extra hands to help the clone medics and the medical droids in the medbay and the medbay only. 

Though she might not be officially GAR, Mal didn’t mind the military aspects of the job. The structure and the order of everything had seeped into her blood quickly. A part of Mal loved it. Craved it even. It felt safe. She just couldn’t stand being told what to do, not since Takodana. Luckily, Wolffe never minded if Mal took a little creative license with her scope. From the beginning, he had encouraged Crux to take her with him into the field. He respected her experience, and she also suspected that Wolffe knew she liked the intensity and distraction of it all, even if they never talked about it. It was one of the ways they were similar.

The captain smiled as Mal paused in the doorway. He had close-cropped blonde hair and brown eyes that twinkled even in the cabin’s dim light. She found that she liked the man right away. He radiated kindness, not a meek, differential kindness, but the warm kindness that comes from a confident, caring heart.

“Yes, sir?” Mal lingered at the entrance in case she had misunderstood the summons. 

“You’re suddenly all polite in front of company?” Wolffe winked his cybernetic eye at her, his brown one bright with glee. Mal instantly relaxed. “Have a seat. Captain Rex and I were talking about you.”

“You must be the Captain Rex talking about me.” She flashed a smile at the man as she settled into the third chair. “Nice to meet you.”

“My vod always had a talent for introductions.” He grinned at his brother, bringing a familiar scowl to Wolffe’s face. “I promise it was only good things.”

Mal glanced back and forth between the officers. When neither of them spoke again, her curiosity got the better of her.

“So, what’s going on?”

Rex’s eyes flicked to Wolffe. When the Commander didn’t speak, his brow seemed to set in determination. He turned back to Mal, facing her fully.

“I was asking the Commander if you might be open to a transfer.”

A black hole could have opened up and swallowed her at that moment, and she wouldn’t have been more surprised. Mal’s eyes flitted to Wolffe, hoping to see some sort of anger or shock that another battalion was trying to steal her away, but she saw nothing. That stung. She always knew Wolffe was less openly emotional about his attachment to her than the rest of the 104th, but Mal still thought their relationship meant something to him. She certainly never thought he’d push her out.

“I’m sorry to ask.” Rex quickly added, reading the shock on her face. “I wouldn’t like the idea of leaving my men either. Truth is, my troop is short on medics. I promoted my man Coric to CMO, leaving my Torrent Company with only one primary medic. And uh, frankly, we’re a little too reckless for that.”

Mal pulled her attention from the cool commander and back to the captain with the soft eyes. She could deal with Wolffe later.

“Wolffe brags about you all the time to the other COs. Figured if I was gonna go searching for a civilian medic, I might as well try to get the best.” Rex drummed his fingers on his helmet as he spoke.

Mal blushed at the statement before she quickly searched the Captain’s face. She was looking for flattery, but his smile was unwaveringly genuine.

“I promise you I’ll think about it,” she assured Rex. It was a lie, and Mal felt a pang of guilt after seeing how earnest he was.

“All I can ask.” Rex stood, tucking his helmet into his hip. “I need to get back to my ship. Can’t leave those di’kute unsupervised for too long.”

He let out a half-exasperated chuckle to himself before he nodded to her and then saluted the Commander. Rex turned on his heel without another word and marched from the room. Mal waited until the door was sealed shut behind him.

“What the hell, Wolffe?” She snapped as she spun back to him. “You’re trying to get rid of me?”

Wolffe leaned back in his chair as he raised an amused eyebrow at her, the corners of his lips turning up into a smirk. It was the look he always gave Mal when she got feisty with him. He enjoyed her hot-headed nature and entertained it the same way a loth wolf would tolerate the play-fighting of a pup. His lackadaisical response to her fury often made her laugh and soothed her, but sometimes, it irritated Mal, especially when she was really pissed off. This was one of those times.

“After everything, you’re just gonna ship me out?” Mal felt her voice start to rise as fear bubbled in her chest. She shifted to the edge of her seat, the world suddenly a little unsteady. “You’ve got to be kidding. This is bantha shit.”

“Settle down, ad’ika. I’m not kicking you out.” Wolffe crossed his arms, his voice even. “I’ve already found that you’re impossible to get rid of.”

“Fuck you.” Mal fired right back at him before she paused. His little quip helped temper the panic, but frustration still seethed from her. “Then what the hell?”

“Look,” He leaned forward, his voice dropping a half an octave. “Rex is with the 501st.”

Mal gasped, despite herself. Everyone in the GAR had heard of the 501st, the famously brave and infamously bold legion that fought under the command of General Anakin Skywalker. Stories of their more creative battle plans were told over shots of spotchka. In the last week, however, their name had been uttered in hushed tones and horrified whispers as the stories of what had happened on Umbara last week spread throughout the GAR.

“He was so…” She thought about Captain Rex’s smile. “... kind.”

“Always has been. Rex is the best of us.” He spoke without affection as though it were a fact. “The bravest, the most creative, the boldest. Even while he’s hurting right now, he’s only thinking of his men. For better or for worse. I think you can relate to him. In more ways than one.”

Wolffe settled back into his chair as he let the inference in his words sink in. The already small durasteel office seemed to shrink, closing in on Mal as she shifted in her seat.

“From the stories, they were tricked on Umbara.” Her heart began to pound at the implication.  “Not controlled.” 

“Didn’t say it was the same, ad’ika. Just said you might be able to relate.”

Mal’s frown deepened. Finally, when she didn’t speak, Wolffe rolled his eyes and sighed. She knew it was at her refusal to admit he might be on to something, but when he started again, his voice was softer than she had heard in a long time.

“Look, I know I don’t say it a lot, but I don’t know what we would have done without after….” Wolffe trailed off. Mal knew what he meant. He coughed. “You rescued Sinker, Boost, and me way back then.”

A silence filled the room for a moment as memories overwhelmed them both. The war had felt like years, but the weight of those early days never felt less heavy, especially if they looked directly at them.

“You rescued me first,” she quickly replied, giving him a small smile.

“Us finding you was luck, Mal.” He said firmly. “You came back, and you brought mirjahaal with you.”

Mal knew what he was implying. She had worked hard in the days and months after Grevious’ attack to make sure that the remnants of the 104th healed or at least knew that they would eventually heal, inside and out. It was the least that she could do. They had done the same for her not long before. And it seemed like Wolffe thought she could do the same for the 501st.

“I don’t know them.” She frowned.

“But I know you, and I think you can help them.”

“How can you ask me to leave you? To leave Sinker and Boost? After everything?” Her voice was starting to rise again.

“Because I owe Rex that. We all do.”

Mal didn’t say anything. What Wolffe was asking her - to leave the only family she had left- was impossible, and he should know it.

“It’s not just about the 501st, though. There’s another reason I think you should at least consider it.”  Wolffe’s eyes narrowed, the white and amber iris each focused on her. Suddenly, the air was tense, and Mal felt bare before her old friend. “I didn’t say anything to Rex, but this is also your chance for answers… if you still want them.”

Answers. She hadn’t thought about answers in a long time. Defense bubbled up in her chest. Of course, she still wanted them. Wolffe had to know that. She looked at him, half-pleading. His scar. Before Khorm. That was the last time they had talked about this. Before Khorm. Mal’s heart began to sink as she realized that it had been almost a year since she had looked into any of her leads. She didn’t realize it had been so long. What had happened to her family was easier to push down and push aside while she busied herself with making war. She pretended that fighting the Separatists was enough. She had ignored her oath to find out why everyone was dead, and she was ignoring the debt she owed them. She’d gotten comfortable. The oxygen was suddenly scarce as Mal tried to inhale. Cadex and Tynan’s faces flashed before her, their green eyes staring blankly into hers. 

Wolffe cleared his throat again, pulling her back to the present. Breath flooded her lungs as Wolffe waited. She mustered up the courage to respond. 

“I do.” Mal finally answered.

“Then take the transfer,” Wolffe repeated. “I will follow General Plo until I die, but his methods are slower… more precise. Skywalker will get you where you want to be.”

She didn’t say anything, the flame of defensiveness wetted by her guilt. It had been over two years, and she hadn’t gotten any closer to finding out what had happened or why. Mal had brought her story to General Plo Koon after she had first been rescued. The Kel Dor listened with interest and promised he would help. She knew he meant it, but the war raged on, and nothing had come of it. Wolffe was right. It was time for answers, and she needed to find a Jedi ready to help. She needed a Jedi who would be a little reckless.

“The decision is up to you.” Wolffe shook his head, finally breaking eye contact for a moment, just enough to let her breathe again. He brought his hands down to the desk, a tell-tale sign that he was closing the subject. “But you should know I wouldn’t give up my favorite medic unless I had a reason.”

“I’ll think about it,” Mal said as she stood.

This time, she meant it. 

Mal tried to think about it as she made her way to the mess hall, but the annoyance that had dissipated under Wolffe’s gaze was beginning to bubble up again. How dare he try to talk her into leaving? This was her family, the only one she had anymore, and she belonged here. A feeling of betrayal settled like a rock into the pit of her stomach as she collected whatever slop the GAR was serving. She sought out her friends quickly.

Mal spotted Crux first. The clone medic stood out with his shaved head, the practical choice he once told her, and the GAR medical sigil tattooed on the back of his neck. Sitting with him were two other unmistakable heads, one of silver and the other decorated with two long, maroon strips.

“Why the long face?” Boost asked as Mal set her tray on the table and plopped down on the bench across from him.

She told them about the transfer. She gave them Rex’s offer and Wolffe’s logic, and then she told them all the reasons she was furious. This was her home. Her family. She waited for them to be mad for her. She waited for the cries of outrage. They never came.

“‘S not a bad idea.” Boost rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced over at Sinker.

 Mal followed his gaze to see Sinker nodding. She snapped her head to her fellow medic, looking for support, but next to her, Crux shrugged in agreement.

“What is this?” She threw her arms up in the air. “Is everyone trying to get rid of me?”

“No one’s trying to get rid of you, ad’ika.” Boost quickly tried to assure her.

“Yeah, that’s impossible. We already tried.” Sinker snickered.

“That’s what Wolffe said, too,” Mal grumbled, shooting a glare at Sinker as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Neither of you are funny.”

“Look, be mad all you want.” Boost answered as he dove back into his meal, the shock of the news immediately wearing off in the face of a rapidly cooling dinner. “But Wolffe is right. If you want to be in the middle of the action, if you want answers, and you want ‘em quickly, the 501st is the place to be. And a spot with them isn’t going to open up every week.”

“You never know with their casualty numbers.” 

Sinker chuckled again as Boost shot him the glare this time. Boost shook his head at his brother before he turned his attention back to his meal. He sliced a piece of his protein cube off and found it with his fork before he turned back to Mal, waving his skewered food like a lightsaber.

“It’s your call to make, but the fact that Captain Rex asked for you is a compliment. You’re a damn good medic, and you’ve worked hard to get here. Done a lot for us clones in the 104th along the way. Now it’s time to get what you want. Don’t you think you deserve that?” 

You deserve to be happy.

“Tye would have told you to do it,” Sinker added, his joking tone suddenly gone.

Mal didn’t respond to that. She didn’t even look at Sinker. Instead, she turned to Crux, trying to ignore how her skin was starting to crawl.

“What do you think?”

The 104th’s medic was quiet, momentarily assessing as he always did.

“It makes sense.” Crux finally spoke. “Will we be short a medic for the time being? Yes, but the 501st has far higher mortality numbers than we do. Strategically, they need you more.”

“Aw shucks, just saw you’ll miss me.” Mal elbowed the stiff medic.

He grinned back.

“Well, that goes without saying.”

The conversation quickly turned to other subjects, but food quickly disappeared, and the meal wound down. As they gathered their trays and empty cups, She and Crux said their goodbyes to the other two before they started to wander back to the medbay.  Mal waited until they were in the empty halls to broach the subject again

She and Crux hadn’t always seen eye to eye. Their first few months together had been particularly rough. He didn’t trust her as a civilian, and she resented him for… well, for not being Tye. But it had been a long time since then. His even temper and logic in the face of blaster fire and carnage were a perfect balance to her emotionally charged reactions. He was the only one besides Wolffe who would know what the right answer was.

“Really, what do you think?” She slid her hands into the pockets of the grey jumpsuit as she prodded the stoic medic again.

“You really want to know?”

“I asked.” She shrugged, her long gently red braid bouncing on her shoulder.

“Yeah, well, I’ve fallen into that trap before, Mal.” Crux chuckled, and Mal knew that one of any number of memories of heated arguments was on his mind. “You don’t usually like being told what to do.”

“I just want your advice,” She said, “as a friend, not as my medic CO.”

“Alright.” Crux sighed before he spoke. “I think that, despite what it feels like right now, this war isn’t going to go on forever. You have to take the opportunities you’re given. Take it from a clone.”

Mal stopped in her tracks. Crux continued a few steps, not realizing he was leaving his companion before he looked to his side and found the space empty. He paused and turned back to where his words had stopped her in her tracks. Shame burned her cheeks. Here she was, oscillating over choices that gave her a power in her future that the clones rarely saw.

“I’m sorry, Crux, I-” 

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, Mal.” He shook his head as he quickly cut her off. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just offering a different perspective. I don’t want to see you miss your chance to change your path.”

Mal bit her lip as she nodded, digging her hands further into her pockets. Crux gave her a small smile.

“Go get some rest, Mal. I’ll finish up in the medbay.”

Mal didn’t realize how exhausted she felt until she stripped off the jumpsuit, let her hair loose, and pulled on sweatpants and a sweater. It had sunk into her bones and laid heavy there. Still, neither rest nor clarity found Mal when she crawled into bed. As the lights flickered off on the living quarters of the Star Destroyer, Mal lay in a lonely lower bunk in the small and otherwise empty civilian barracks. The idea of a transfer had taken root in her head, and it was sprouting. She wished she was back on Coruscant, something that she rarely felt. Still, Mal missed the dingy local pool that she and Tye had found on the 576th level the week after she had moved into her off-base apartment. She wanted to swim. The future was always clearer in the water.

Instead, Mal stared up at the dim metal of the top bunk. The thought of leaving the 104th still made her pulse quicken and her breath rise. Leaving this battalion would be more than a transfer. It would be losing her family again. She owed her life to Sinker, Boost, and Wolffe. She had been with them when they had to rebuild. The idea of not having their back or them not having hers was devastating. Who would patch them up? Who would make sure that Wolffe ate something or that Comet slept?

Mal turned on her side, eyes looking out into the impenetrable dark. It was overwhelming. She was usually grateful that she didn’t have to share the bunk with anyone. She didn’t have to worry about upsetting them when the nightmares came, and she had always appreciated solitude. Tonight, Mal would have liked someone to talk to, though. She thought about comm-ing Wolffe or Crux, but a growing part of her realized that the one person she really wanted to talk to was Tye.

Tye. In the span of a lifetime, she’d only known him for a fraction of it, but he had a clarity and purpose that she’d never seen in anyone. She could use that clarity right now. The last time she remembered having it was when she made the decision to join the GAR as a medic so she could help the 104th. She had needed to give something back to all of the Wolfpack, but her debt to Tye weighed heaviest on her, and it was one she couldn’t repay. Not anymore. He was a corpse floating somewhere out in the Abregado system. All she could do was look after his brothers and hope it was enough. Now Wolffe was telling her his brothers needed help. Maybe this was what she needed to do to keep repaying that debt. 

And then there was the promise of answers. Wolffe was right. Mal had pushed that quest aside for a long time, focusing on the day-to-day battle instead of the questions always in the back of her mind. If this was the chance to finally find out what happened to her family, she had to take it. She owed it to herself and them, another debt to the dead. A hand wandered up to her temple and traced a familiar path into her hairline until it found the raised skin that lay beneath her auburn roots. Mal ran her fingertips over the small incision, long since healed and hidden. It had been hidden long enough. It was time for answers.

Sleep crept up on Mal like a nexu, springing out at her from the darkness and wrestling her mind into the abyss. She didn’t have any nightmares that night.

Mal woke up the next morning feeling rested in a way she couldn't remember being since before the war when rainy nights on Takodana would turn into bright mornings where the sun-kissed dew would fall from the overgrown canopy. Those mornings when she would take her boat to the lake and patrol the waterways were the last time she remembered having this kind of purpose. Despite the uncertainty ahead, it was fortifying.

Mal took a quick sonic shower in her private fresher before she braided her hair and pulled on her gray jumpsuit. She glanced in the long mirror as she ran her fingers over the 104th's emblem on her chest. She traced the aurebesh numbers and the small wolf emblem. With deft fingers, Mal took the pin from the fabric and pocketed it.

She stepped out of the fresher, and immediately went to see Wolffe. The hallways were filled with familiar faces and greetings, and she savored every one of them. Wildfire met her with her morning caf. They took it the same - one sugar, one cream - and after continuously switching cups in briefings, he finally just started to bring Mal her own, with an M on the lid. She surprised him with a hug as she took it and promised she would meet him at breakfast in a little bit.  There was something she had to do.

The caf tasted even sweeter today, and Mal smiled as she sipped on on the warm drink. She clasped her hands around the cup as she found herself stopping before Wolffe's office again. The blast door loomed before her for a moment. She knew that there were things on the other side that she might not like. There were no answers that would save her from her sins. One hand left its grip on the cup so she could run her fingers over the cool durasteel, tracing the fine lines until she found the control panel. Mal typed in the code she knew by heart, and the door slid open.  An affectionate smile crossed her lips when she spotted Wolffe. He was sitting behind his desk as he always did, behind a mound of flimsi and nose buried in a datapad. She realized she would miss his messy desk.

“I’ll do it,” Mal quickly spoke, not giving herself even a second to change her mind.

Wolffe kept typing.

“Our leave next week overlaps with the 501st. We’ll make the transition then.”

“You already talked to Rex.” She huffed. It wasn’t a question. 

He finally looked up from the datapad with a sly grin.

“I knew you’d say yes.”

Mal shook her head at the Commander as she rolled her eyes and sighed at his arrogance. The annoyance didn’t reach her eyes, though. With nothing else to discuss, Mal turned to go. Before she could make it to the door, Wolffe spoke again.

“You made the hard choice, Mal,” Wolffe called. “He’d be proud.”

Mal stopped in her tracks. She could ignore Sinker when he brought up Tye, but she couldn’t ignore Wolffe. Mal turned to him with an attempt at a smile, even though she knew it likely looked like a grimace.

“I know.”

“They all would be. Your father, Cadex, and Tynan too.”

Mal’s eyes widened as the names left her friend’s mouth. Wolffe never mentioned her family directly. Even though he knew more about her than anyone else alive, he’d always respected her privacy. Bile began to rise in Mal’s throat. Could she still make them proud? She tried to nod to Wolffe. She stiffly lowered her chin just a little before she spun on her heel and double-timed her way back to her barrack. All along the way, a voice chased her.

You deserve to be happy.

It wasn't until she reached the mess hall that her ears stopped ringing, the noise of the hungry clones a reprieve from the thunderous voices in her head. Wildfire waved her over to a table, and Mal pushed aside Wolffe's final words. No one knew what she deserved, but she was ready to find out.

When Mal finally stepped onto the hangar of the 501st battalion, the morning’s distress had evaporated along with any remnants of a hangover. She had closed the book on her mistake. The clone, Fives, was a mirage now. He was nothing more than a memory at this point, a reaffirmation of her rules, and eventually, once the shame wore off, an embarrassing story for her to tell Sinker and Boost the next time she saw them. Mal had real things to worry about now.

Though the hangover may have been gone, the headache seemed to come right back as she stepped into the sea of blue and white troopers. Her new blue jumpsuit, swapped for her old grey one, matched the armor of the men who marched by her, but there were no signs of recognition. They swarmed around her, looking at their datapads, at each other, looking anywhere but at the nat-born who had just entered their realm. There were no greetings or hugs. There was no Boost to slap her on the back, no Sinker launching an airborne assault of loving insults in salute, no Wildfire with her morning caf. She shifted, all alone amid the Grand Army of the Republic. For the first time in a long time, the machine of the GAR ground on around Mal.

“Mal!” A friendly voice called out from behind her.

She spun immediately, thirsting for anything familiar. A vague feeling of disappointment settled in her gut as she realized the voice was attached to a pair of rapidly approaching jaig eyes.

Stop it. She chastised herself. You agreed to this. Time to make the most of it.

So Mal tucked away the ache and waved at the approaching man. He pulled his helmet from his head, revealing a sideways smile. Captain Rex held his hand out to her before he chirped over the din of the GAR’s machinations.

“Welcome to the 501st.”

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[generalsmemories]

hi hello!

ngl I'm not the one to send asks here, but I thought I might! (I did send a request/two of them for the 1k event - in which I think I forgot to congratulate for the event as well which has been eating me alive so CONGRATS here lol)

in such a short amount of time you became one of my favorite creators, I truly love your work (I even have the fucking notifications on for your blog - call me crazy idc), whenever I get the memo you posted I immediately go read, it makes my day/week. I love you approach to making JY/IL (especially JY ofc) true to their characters, I appreciate it greatly (ngl you spoiled me there for reading content from any other writers).

as you probs noticed I prefer commenting on your posts rather than sending asks (feels less "confrontational" and more like an audience member cheering you on enthusiastically - hope it doesn't bother you, my screaming on your posts)

forgot where I was heading with all this so to wrap it up, I love love loveee your work and attitude towards it all, how maturely you write your content (f.e. I am not a fan of angst, but your angst is solved and done in such a realistic 'normal' way, it is just beautiful), it is a breath of fresh air to read. moreover I can fully relate to your unhinged side about JY - I'm very much the same, it is nice to get hyped about seeing/hearing him in any aspect (I'm totally normal about HCQ lore, I totally don't know every single possible lore detail there is to know about HCQ... yeah.. totally..) and seeing someone else also be hyped about it makes me feel good :D

also any fluff or something loving (most of your work) with Jing Yuan actually warms my heart and feeds my delusions. thought I'd let you know, because I've been pondering on sending you an ask or not, I see many people sending them so I might as well give it a try.. hah, to let you know how much I enjoy what you do ☺

ps. anxiety was choking me as I wrote all this worrying if it is too long or annoying, had to keep reminding myself authors/writers need feedback and deserve positive praise

Hi hi!!

I do see your comments and occasional reblogs of my works, and I can't tell you enough how much it makes my day to hear some of my readers thoughts about it! As you said in your last lil paragraph but a lot of us writers do really enjoy getting feedback in terms of just commenting or just keyboard smashes on our works! HSR has been the fandom whose given me most engagement on any work and tbh it's been doing wonders on my overall approach and motivatoin to write for it! (I've previously stated in a lot of other sideblogs that I usually just post and dip, but HSR fandom has really made me connect more to my readers and just post random snippets and thoughts without second guessing so that's also a huge plus-)

even though i only write jing yuan content lmfao- i'm super thankful that you enjoy my works so much, and thank you for taking the extra time to send me an ask even if it did seem intimidating - i appreciate it a lot! (sometimes words can't express enough, but i have been reading this a few times throughout my work days to have a bit of a motivation boost hehe)

i hope i can keep you entertained with my writing though in the near future as well though buddy!

[indigo-flowers09]

Finally opening up commissions!!

I finally have cashapp and finally got the price sheets done and my chest binder melted & I have a field trip coming up and I want money and I wanna sell my art!!!!

Note: For torso shots, I ran out of space to write prices for additional characters so here

Lineart- $5

Flat colors - $10

Full render - $20

For ordering: Come to me in DM’s with what you want and, preferably, references for the character you want me to draw, and I will get an either digital or paper sketch to you within a week at most. After verifying the sketch, I will send you my cashapp and, once receiving payment, I will start on the final digital drawing. (Please be patient with me, I am usually really busy with school)

Also accepting discord DM’s!! dicksonormus is my discord thing

Okay with:

• Fandom (ofc)

• Gore/violence

• OC’s (with refs/descriptions)

• Shipping (Characters x OC’s included)

Iffy:

• Furries

• Action poses

• Large muscles/chub

• Overly detailed characters

No!!!!

• Mecha (big surprise /s)

• Proship stuff (pedo, incest)

• NSFW

• Just plain animals

I don’t charge hourly rates for now, because it’s kind of complicated and I don’t feel like keeping track of it, and I’m scared my prices are too high already so maybe some other time. And I will add more references at a later date!!!

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[shina913]

🌈🤍🎉 for the writers ask plz 😍😍😍

Thank you for this ask!!! This got longer than expected so I'll put a cut below.

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

I can't pick just one fic LOL so I'll tell you the ones that I remember struggling with:

Scale and Scions are fics that I think fall under the "Fics I worked really fucking hard on." For both fics, I contended not only with writer's block (for Scale and Scions) but I also had to do a bunch of research (for Scale) to make parts of the plot seem believable. For Scale--yeah, sure--I didn't have to do all of that but I wanted to and I'm really proud for being able to push those into writing. I'm also really happy with how it turned out and at some point, I would like to dabble in that genre again! I like challenging myself that way.

For Scions (which is an ongoing series), it's incredibly difficult for me to write because 1) it gets very emotional and 2) I'm basically trying to juggle four different stories and squeezing them into one fic. Ofc, I have my main characters but I really like the idea of having these four siblings who all have different things going on in their lives--being brought together by something that they have in common. I'm hoping I can finish it in the next few weeks!!

A couple of other scenes that I struggled with were in my fic, Coquet. There was a medical emergency that I wrote in and same thing--I had to look up videos and do research lol just for the one scene!!! The second instance was the following chapter after that medical emergency--I had to map out this complex scene where several of my principal characters were in it. It was supposed to be a big reveal and I needed to physically draw--on paper--where everyone was supposed to be standing or coming from 😅 AND THEN write it all out. It was wild!!!

And I know it's not that deep but...I like it and it's what I live for!

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

Hmm...I'm not sure. I don't get much actual feedback these days so it's hard for me to tell which fic people didn't understand. 😩

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Oh, I always celebrate a completed series and reblog/pay tribute to my fic "anniversaries!" I may not be happy with how some of them have turned out or there may be little things that I'm not completely satisfied with BUT I love all of my stories. It's very important to me to boost myself, in that way.

While I appreciate being validated by reader comments/reviews, it is just as vital for me to have confidence in my own content whether it's through self-reblogs or queued posts. That part is incredibly hard to do, IMO, because I question myself all the time. But on the other hand, it's what also fuels my writing. I'm just happy that some people would take the time to read or interact with my stuff. It's a rarity on this platform but I do treasure any and all interactions that I receive (as long as they're respectful, ofc)!

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Hello! This isn't a question but I just wanna say your rlly sweet for all the reblogs and love you've shown, and I heavily appreciate it a lot. 🫶🫶🫶🥹🥹💖💖💖

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