#but i DO need a bunk in the meanwhile so whos sharing

[aro-ortega]

had a dream about pirates but not about my pirate characters.. so i guess i have new pirate characters now

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

I had a dream and I had to share it with you all because it was... something else. (Aka the dream where Obi-Wan keeps the 212th)

So Obi-Wan (who was gender fluid or something because one minute it'd be cannon Obi and next it'd be Fem!Obi and sometimes neither, it was just a whole thing) basically laid claim on the 212th.

Order 66 never happened, Obi slaughtered Palps, blah blah blah. Here's the point: The senate refused to give the clones rights and recognized them as more than property. There was arguments about who could claim them as their property, namely the Long Necks saying since they made them, they own them, and other senators claiming that since they should have ownership of x number of troops for y reason or other bullshit.

Then Obi-Wan shows up and the convo basically goes like this: (I'll spare you all the legal jargon that comes from having studied parts of law)

'Since you refuse to give them rights, the 212th belongs to me.'

Whannnaaa whannaa- a bunch of legalese and subtle threats and insults, basically amounting to 'And how do you figure that?'

'Well, since the GAR was created for, and paid for by, the Jedi, and I found them, They belong to me. Finders Keepers, Loosers Weepers. Also, possession is 9/ 10ths of the law, they're mine, cry about it. Also, they've been - (meaning scars, tattoos, etc. changed since shipping out)

Cue legalese and bullshit that ends with Obi-Wan having legal possession of not just the 212th, but the whole Vode, including those just decanted on Kamino.

Cue the 212th wondering how the hell they're all going to fit into the temple, especially around Obi-Wan's rooms. Then Obi-Wan, in true dream logic, has a door in his room that opens to a whole ass hall that has tons of benches for them to use when putting on/taking off their armor, bunk beds, and a bunch of storage drawer-type things with little stickers and markers and whatnot for them to decorate/personalize to store their things, plus a welcome package including a special blanket, a stuffy, the decoration things, etc.

Mind you this is a temporary situation.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is technically 'kicked out' of the Jedi Order because he technically has a bunch of people as possessions/attachments to his 212th. In reality, they've taken Obi off active missions, as settling the Vode and figuring out what to do with their literal thousands of people is a long-term mission.

Obi-Wan ends up winning a planet in Sebbac by the skin of teeth (purposefully making it seem like he just barely won) knowing full well the person he's playing often bets the planet. Because the planet is a hellscape. No one wants to inhabit it, there are no native peoples, just flora/fauna because it's 60% water and the 40% land of it has massive storm seasons that threaten to kill anyone who settles there and has ruined attempts to settle before. But Obi knows if there's anyone who can thrive on the planet, it's the stubborn Vode and their banthashit-crazy Jedis. (Because Koon ain't leaving his Wolf Pack, no sir. Those are his kiddos.)

Also, the whole Vode is absolutely in love with Obi-Wan, who's making calf eyes at Cody half the time. Cody has gotten a Very Large Stick to beat off his vode from his general after they saved them from mass decommissioning waiting for them with the long necks. 'recycling bio mass' their shebs.

(Waxer and Boil adopt an Add. Fox gets a tooka. or five. and Rex finally gets a fucking vacation. (he likes fishing. (the 'fishies' are twice his size, will swallow a vode whole, and need to be physically fought into submission)))

(Also, also, Obi-Wan installs a council of Alpha batch, and they all simp for Obi-Wan so hard. Cody has beaten them with his Stick. Multiple Times. And tried to feed 17 to the 'fishies'.)

[try-set-me-on-fire]

AAAAAAHHHHHH okay I changed my mind the 'pretend they're not dating' idea please!!!

Hahahaha okay so I have like? Set pieces? That I plug into various aus sometimes? One of them is a specific burn injury of Eddie's (it's made an appearance in this soft prompt drabble which in itself is secretly part of proposal fic au). They're fighting a fire in a big building, the floor goes out from under him, he's knocked unconscious so can't move himself out of the flames and it takes a minute to get to him so he ends up with pretty severe burns on his arm and thigh, a little less bad on his side.

The concept for this fic is that he's laying in the burn unit really out of it and in excruciating pain and he begs for his mom and Buck, who is his emergency contact and power of attorney and who also has been his boyfriend for a while, is like fuck. Fuck. I have to call his parents. So Ramon and Helena, who Eddie is NOT out to and who have no idea how big a role Buck has in his and Christopher's life, come to town to help in his recovery. So Buck has to like sneak around his own life, like he's already living with Eddie at this point and his stuffs all over their house and Christopher treats him like a second parent because he is one and he sleeps in Eddie's bed and he has to find excuses for it all. I'm staying here because Eddie's hurt. I care for Christopher because me and Eddie are real good friends. Eddie can't move too well right now so I'm sleeping by him in case he needs help in the night, we all share a room in the bunks at work, ha ha.

So he's exhausted dealing with lying to Eddie's parents and also with Eddie's injuries and how much pain the love of his life is in (he usually changes the bandages but there will be a scene where Eddie asks Maddie to do it just to give Buck a break, which Buck later feels inadequate about) and of course he feels guilty that Eddie got hurt in the first place even if there's nothing he could have done, and like Eddie's parents aren't stupid it's pretty clear how much Buck loves their son and Helena confronts him about it and how she thinks he shouldn't be taking advantage of the situation to be close to Eddie like this and Buck doesn't know what to say because. Eddie never came out. He didn't tell his parents about them for a reason. So he doesn't even defend himself he just heads off to work and has a bit of a breakdown there. Meanwhile Helena is telling Eddie he shouldn't let his gay friend take so much liberty with him and Eddie damn near shouts the house down injuries or no, and is horrified that she might have said something like this to Buck, who he declares is his partner, who he loves so dearly, who he intends to marry some day.

And so Buck comes home to find Eddie's parents are at a hotel or Pepa's house or just somewhere not here for a little bit and they have some time to themselves and Eddie is getting better he's a little stronger now he's sitting on the couch and doing okay, they're going to be okay and he's sorry for whatever she said and he's sorry for what a mess this all is and Buck forgives him for all of it because it doesn't really matter as long as Eddie is alive and here with him.

But it does kind of matter, Eddie and Ramon have been really working on their relationship the last few years and Eddie is kind of shocked at how poorly Helena took this and he wants to like just talk to them. He'd love for them to be happy for him because this is the happiest he's ever been. He'd love for them to like Buck because he's here to stay for good. He was planning on telling them eventually and he expected better from them and he tells them that, and that they can still be a part of his life and he'd like that but they better be willing to accept all parts of his life. So they're still in town but they're at the house less and it's kind of weird and awkward and bad sometimes but Buck can stand up for himself a little more and Buck and Chris and Eddie can live their lives how they actually live them and Eddie's parents can see what a good life they've built here and eventually when they leave back to Texas it's not on the Best terms but it's not awful either. They'd like to come to the wedding, whenever that may be, if Buck and Eddie would have them there. Maybe they will. It's something they'll figure out together.

So yeah more emotional and physical meat grinder content from me your pal ahshshhs I just like drama! I like when people intentionally and unintentionally hurt each other! I like to stress poor Buck out!

[nifolution]

Love Me Again

Pairing: Jake Jensen / Plus-size Reader

Summary: Jake was back, but the Loser’s sixth member is still M.I.A.

Warnings: fluff, angst, feels, bad attempt at humor, guns, killings, mention of memory loss, post breakup, enemies to lovers

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

You Loved Me Once    Main Masterlist     

Clay’s unit awaited him in a motel parking lot in Adelaide. He secured their post mission rooms and returned keys in hand. "Okay, I got good news and bad news... We can all look forward to hot showers, clean sheets, and a complimentary breakfast. However, there were only three rooms available, so we will have to share.”

The responding groans of protest were expected. “Would you prefer to sleep on the ground for another night? No? So shut your pieholes.” Clay pocketed one of the keycards and set the remaining on the vehicle in front of him. “Aisha will be sharing with me. One room has a king, the other two double beds. Work it out amongst yourselves.”

Wordlessly, Jensen, Cougar and Pooch launched into a game of rock paper scissors. It had been weeks of travel, tents and living on top of one another. The victor cheered, scooping up the keycard to the private room.

“No! Come on, best two out of three.” When his friend shook his head, Jensen changed tactics, “I’ll give you that bitching crossbow I got last op if you switch with me… my watch… a hundred bucks. I’ll even throw in a foot massager, top of the line.”

“No way man. I need a night to myself. The Pooch has earned this.”

Jensen hung his head, accepting defeat. Bunking with his bestie wasn’t so bad, at least there were separate beds. Sharing one with Cougar wasn’t fun, the man was a cover hog. Jake was still grateful Clay reinstated him eight months ago. His teammates were ambivalent about him at first, but eventually everything returned to normal. Well, almost everything.

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The Loser’s current operation led them to South Australia. They’d been hired by a distraught (and wealthy) father as part of a rescue team. He hadn’t seen nor heard from his daughter, Isla, in two years. She had been kidnapped by an illegal arms dealer who forced her into marriage. All prior attempts to get her back had failed. No amount of negotiation, payment, threats or pleading could sway the nefarious man to return her.

A rendezvous with the rest of the group at their makeshift campsite, plus a thirty minute drive east put the Humvees at the perimeter of the target’s estate. “Alright, you all know the drill,” Clay barked into the comms. “We get our asses in there, extricate the woman, send her back to her daddy, and take down anyone that stands in our way.”

Meanwhile their tech genius had already hacked into the system to disable the security and jam communications. Once the cameras powered down, Pooch floored it, ramming through the gate, the other two vehicles followed close behind.

“Eww... This guy’s got raptors picking at a bunch of bones and sinew on his property, always a good sign. You’d think he'd want to be more inconspicuous.”

Pooch’s face scrunched up at the image, “Pretty sure that's just a dead animal.”

Jake shook his head, pursing his lips in mock disapproval. “There's a lot of places to bury a body in a vineyard, all I’m saying. Keep the place tidy.”

“Thanks for the tip,” Aisha deadpanned.

“What do you call that… carrion, right?”

Clay grumbled from the front, “I'm close to calling it Jensen.”

“Yes, sir. I hear ya loud and clear. Shutting up…” he paused for dramatic effect, “now!”

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“This whole goddamn thing’s going tits-up!” Clay had thought his team was prepared, ready to engage the moment they entered the property, but the intel their employer provided was crap. The location was more heavily armed than believed. His unit was at a disadvantage despite the extra help. Outmanned and outgunned, a few men were down and one lost within the first ten minutes.

“Well look at the bright side, we're outside enjoying some fresh...” Jensen’s quip went unfinished as he dove for cover. Incoming drones zoomed through the air spraying bullets. They must have been linked to an independent off sight system because the primary and secondary security had been obliterated. 

Jake focused the scope of his rifle, aiming at the nearest flying pest. “Here birdie birdie…” ‘Wait. That - that’s.’ Still in disbelief, he shouted, “Guys! Guys, that's one of Y/N’s drones!”

Pooch was skeptical, “How can you be sure?”

“Cause they’re like my step kids. Franny, Freddy, Felix, Frank and Foxy. It’s been painted, but that's Frank,” he insisted before taking off, sprinting toward the assailing device.

Clay eyes widened at the other man’s actions, “Jensen, you realize it's shooting at us! Stand down!” Seeing his order ignored, he screamed at the rest of his group, “Cover his dumb ass.”

Disregarding his boss, Cougar pulled out his cellphone and spoke in hushed tones to the person on the other end.

Aisha grit her teeth at her teammate while continuing to fire at their opponents. “That idiot lost his mind, now our sniper decides to make a phone call mid battle. Are you ordering a pizza?”

“Don't forget the breadsticks,” Pooch chimed in. Laughing at the increasing absurdity of the situation.

Jake removed his helmet and dropped his weapon. Frantically jumping and waving his arms, repeatedly calling out ‘Angel.’ A drone moved in and shot at his feet, before slightly pulling back, continuing to hover above him.

“Understood. Our apologies. Copy that.” Cougar hung up and waited.

The remaining drones collected above Jensen’s head. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. However the moment he dreaded never came. The devices turned and began taking out the guards with quick precision. When only Clay’s men remained, they flew off. 

Sticking to the plan, the team continued to the manor. Wary of a possible ambush awaiting beyond the front door, in lieu of breaking it down, Clay instructed Jensen and Cougar to go through the nearest second floor windows, clear the immediate area and let them in.

Cougar nodded, but walked right through the unlocked door instead. To everyone’s shock but his, it was clear. Raising his chin toward the staircase, he proceeded up them.

“Okay, so we're just following him then?”

Clay shrugged, “Good enough for me.” He had the Losers head upstairs, leaving the rest of the group to keep watch at the entrance.

Cougar seemingly knew exactly where to go. Navigating the twists and turns of the large house with ease. Any lingering guards they came across were swiftly handled. Within the master bedroom’s closet, hidden behind sliding shelving they found a 16-point locking, bullet resistant, biometric fingerprint panic room door. 

Before Jensen could get his gear out to crack it, Cougar tapped the scanner, confirming it was off. He pulled the heavy door open, immediately shooting the two guards inside as if he was expecting them.

Jensen scratched his head. Not knowing what to make of it. “What is going on?... Are you a T-1000… What's my dog's name?”

Cougar just looked at him and chuckled.

“You laugh, but I'm legitimately concerned.”

Clay took point, announcing his entrance into the room, “Honey, I'm home.”

The occupants sat on a couch, Isla held a crying baby in her arms, wincing from her husband's hand on her thigh, squeezing painfully tight. The baby’s presence gave everyone pause. No one was aware there would be a child involved. There has been one surprise after another today.

“You lost, asshole. Now let them go and come quietly.” Clay slung his rifle over his shoulder and moved toward them, attempting to calmly apprehend the man.

The target pulled out a gun, shoving it into Isla’s side. “Stay where you are.”

“Don't be like that. This doesn't have to get more ugly than it already is.”

Seething, the man turned the gun on Clay, who discharged his sidearm, firing two shots into the arms dealer’s chest before he could blink. The group hurriedly moved Isla and her baby out of the building into one of their vehicles. Assuring the frightened woman that she was safe and going back to her father.  Pooch voiced his concern over their lack of carseat.

“Then drive extra carefully.” Clay smiled at the rescuees, “Let's get you both home.”

Riding in the second Humvee, Jake stared down a silent Cougar. He offered no explanation as to why Y/N's drones were on the property or who he had called, but it was pretty easy to connect the dots.

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Hours later, Isla and her daughter were safely on their way home. At Cougar’s request, and after a stop at the motel for much needed showers, the team waited at a bar in the city. Leaving one chair empty, correctly guessing who they should be expecting.

Jake was a bundle of nerves. The hand gripping his empty glass started to cramp as he watched the door. He wondered if they had Boys II Men on the jukebox to help set the mood. ‘Would that be too presumptuous? She probably moved on by now. Has a new special someone in her life. Somebody else loving her, touching her, making her laugh.’ He wouldn’t blame her. His amnesia may have been temporary, but the damage he caused wasn't.

“You stare at that door any harder and it will burst into flames.” Aisha refilled her teammates' glass, encouraging him to relax and breathe.

“She'll be here soon, won't she? She's still coming, right?”

Y/N took a deep breath before entering the tavern. Her former teammates were easy to spot. Cougar gave her his number when she quit, asking her to keep in touch. It took a few months before she found the strength to do so. Even after learning of her exs' recovery, she couldn't bring herself to return yet. She wanted her Jakey back, but was scared of his rejection. Plus she was on assignment, the timing was off. The weight of this reunion wasn’t lost on her. “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, you losers walk into mine.”

“Well that's unfair, you walked in after us.” Grinning ear to ear, Clay pulled her into a tight hug. “Missed ya, Y/N.”

“I had a few things to handle before getting here. So you beat me, but I've been dying to say it." She squeezed Clay tight before facing the rest. "I missed you all too. Sorry about earlier, I didn’t recognize you guys in all that fancy schmancy gear.”

Jake felt unsteady the moment she walked in, his blood roared in his ears. It was really her, his Angel, more gorgeous than ever. He watched her warm greeting with Clay, swallowing a lump in his throat. She was wearing the jacket he bought her. He hoped that was a good sign.

The group stood to welcome and embrace their former member. Jake waited through the exchange of pleasantries for his turn. Longing to throw his arms around his Angel and hold her close. It had been nearly a year since he’d done so. Ten months, three days and seventeen hours since he kissed her goodbye to go on that ill fated mission.

However, he noticed Y/N’s smile falter when their eyes met. Abandoning his desired hug, he forced a smile, awkwardly waved and sat back down.

“Hey Jake.” She crossed her arms, suddenly feeling self-conscious in front of her old love.

As everyone took their seats, Jensen glanced at the entrance then back at his Angel. “So are we um… waiting for anybody else?”

“Like who?”

“No-nobody. Nobody. Just wanted to make sure there was room for everybody. Everybody together again. It’s good to be together.” Jake took a long sip of his beer. His brain screamed with the knowledge that there was no boyfriend in the picture.

Y/N filled them in on her whereabouts since her departure. She’d gotten a job as private security for some rich asshole’s wife. Mostly involved keeping her in and others out. The winery was lovely, but the running of guns and heavier artillery, and the dabbling in human trafficking ruined the ambience. Of course, she knew he was dirty when she accepted the position, so Y/N did all she could to throw wrenches into his operations without being detected. Quietly dispersed his ill gotten gains into several hidden bank accounts, the biggest for Isla. She was helping the wife and baby prepare for a safe and covert escape. Simultaneously gathering evidence against the husband and his associates.

“It was all set to go down in a few days, and you guys just broke in and killed him. All that planning and hard work for nothing.” Y/N shoved Clay’s shoulder.

“Yeah, well it was the quickest way. Can’t argue that.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to let months of work go to complete waste. So I allowed you guys to be the heroes while I tied up some loose ends. That’s why I was late. Had to reroute the latest shipments, funnel the rest of the money to charities, victims and of course, a nice sum for myself. Scrubbed the camera footage and removed any evidence of us or Isla being there. Then I alerted the authorities to handle the rest. They’ll find all they need to take down the whole thing.” She took a deep breath, trilling her lips to exhale. “But I’m still mad at you about it.”

Aisha offered compensation, “I don’t think anyone here will object if you want in on the pallet of wine we rescued."

“Bold of you to assume I didn't take my own,” Y/N laughed.

After a few rounds, the Losers felt they were sufficiently caught up on each others lives. Pooch and Cougar announced they were going to play stripes and solids, inviting Aisha and Clay as their opponents. It was obvious that was an excuse to leave the ex-lovers alone.

Jake wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity. Putting on his most charming smile, he slid over next to Y/N. “G’day mate, fancy meeting you down unda. Maybe I can show you my down unda lata. I promise I'm koala-fied.” He tittered at his themed pickup line, but she didn't react. He desperately wanted to make her laugh. If she laughed, he knew things would be okay.

Trying to shake off the nervousness, he cleared his throat and continued his attempted seduction. “I like your jacket, where’d you get it?” He couldn’t backpedal fast enough seeing the alarmed look on her face. “Joke, really bad joke. Oh my god, I'm sorry. That was… Fuck,” he grimaced.

Y/N remained stiff and unsure. Wanting to give in to his flirting, but waiting for the other shoe to drop. The defeated look on Jake’s face broke her heart, so she attempted to bridge the divide with a safe topic, “How are Stephanie and Hannah?”

“They're good, they're good, um,” he scratched the back of neck, unsure how to proceed. His sister, having seen him at plenty of his worsts, forgave him instantly. His niece took a little bribery, but they were back to their usual shenanigans. “So, uh thanks for clearing the way for us back there, you know, after you shot at me.”

Her mouth dropped open, “Excuse me, I shot near you.”

“Tomato-tomahto.”

Cougar gestured with his eyes over to Jensen and Y/N, knowing he was striking out. Pooch got the hint. He called the man over and handed him his room key. Demanding he take it before he changed his mind. Jake practically ran back to the table to ask Y/N to his room to talk in private. He was amazed she agreed.

Aisha’s lips pursed watching the pair leave. “If he doesn't blow this, we'll have to put up with them being nauseatingly cute with each other again.”

“You don't want them to make up?” Clay rested his hands on her waist.

“I do,” she huffed. “Look, I don't know if I believe in that true love, princess bride, bullshit. But they are the closest I've ever seen to it... They belong together.”

“Agreed.”

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The entire car ride to the motel passed in uncomfortable silence. Both anxious and unsure about the outcome of this night. Each stealing glances at the other. Jake noticed how hard her hand clenched around the steering wheel. Y/N caught sight of each time his hand reached for the radio before pulling away without turning it on.

Jake felt butterflies in his stomach as they pulled in the lot. Painful butterflies… Vampire butterflies. He drummed on his legs before hopping out of the vehicle. Y/N was quick to follow. They walked to the room without a word shared. Jake kept looking over his shoulder to make sure she was still with him. He swiped the keycard several times without success. The red light and negative beep mocking him. The twisting in his belly intensified. ‘Yep definitely vampire butterflies.’

Finally, the door flashed green and unlocked. He sauntered in, pretending to be calmer than he really was. Turning on the old Jensen charm, he bowed and waved his hand over the large bed. “Have a seat, m'lady. It’s not exactly the Ritz, but I hope it will be to your liking.”

“It's a nice room. We've stayed in much worse.” She spotted the bobblehead chihuahua on the nightstand, smiling coyly as she sat down. “So this is Pooch’s room?”

“Nah, it's mine. At least now it is.” He plopped down beside Y/N. “Sooo, how’ve ya been?”

“Good, until earlier today when I lost my job and residence cause some assholes charged in guns blazing.” Y/N sighed dramatically, “At least I can take solace in knowing Isla and her daughter are home safe. What about you?”

“I - I’m okay… most days. Um, so what's next for you? Seeing as how your life's been upended by a bunch of inconsiderate assholes.”

Y/N hummed, thinking of a response. “Well, I’ll have a lot of time on my hands, plus a bunch of money. So I'll probably make a few brothers and sisters for the F-team. Maybe one with a flamethrower.”

He turned to her with a lopsided grin. “That would be badass, like its maker.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered. He looked at her with such adoration, like she held all life's answers.  That, that was her Jakey.

“Looks like the possibilities are endless now that you're homeless and unemployed.” Jake’s eyes squeezed shut, cringing. Not meaning to sound so callous.

She snorted, “I'm sure I'll be fine. I always land on my feet.”

Jake breathed a sigh of relief that she found humor in the situation. “Definitely, definitely… But if you're interested, I know of a job opening. Fast paced, high stakes, danger… romance,” he whispered the last word, blushing. “It’s with a great bunch called the Losers. I could put in a good word for you. In fact, I'm sure the two of us could strong-arm the boss to agree to any demands we want.”

“I'd have to move back to the states.”

“If you need a place to stay, your key still works… I um, kept the house. After you quit, I kinda skipped town. Woke up in Ohio about a month later. At first I completely panicked cause I didn't know where you were or where I was. Then it hit me that I REALLY didn't know where you were… and it was all my fault,” his voice cracked, on the verge of crying.

Her head lowered, unable to hold back her own tears. ‘If I had only waited longer.’ “You must be so disappointed in me for not sticking it out when you weren't yourself. I tried, I swear I did, but it was too much. I should have been stronger and held on until you were you again. I’m so sorry, Jakey.”

“No, Angel no.” he wiped Y/N’s cheeks with his thumb. “There's nothing to forgive. You didn’t abandon me, I drove you away. I don't blame you at all. Hell, I deserved it. I was a total asshole.” Jake took a deep breath, “I was so angry… I was in pain, confused. I felt trapped with no room to breathe. Was sick of everybody telling me things I was supposed to already know. Telling me over and over to relax and let myself recover when I couldn't calm down to save my life. I kept fighting with my sister, was short with my niece, rude and snapped at everyone… And you got the worst of it… When I saw you, there was something there in the back of my mind, just out of reach. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew your presence made my headache worse. So I aimed my frustration at you and chased you off. I can't say how sorry I am.”

Y/N gently touched Jake’s head, running her fingers through his hair and rubbing small circles with her fingers. The urge to comfort him stronger than any apprehension she felt before.

Jake leaned into her touch, “It's all better now. I'm better… I wish this was a cartoon so you could've wacked me in the head again to reset my brain and stop all the bullshit I put everyone through.”

She pulled her hand away too soon. “I'm glad you're better… You really hurt me, Jake, but you have to know I already forgave you.”

His eyebrows shot up, “You have? That fast? Are you certain, I mean…"

“It took some time. Months to push through that pain, but I'd be the bigger jerk if I didn't take into consideration that it wasn't completely your fault. You literally had a doctor's note to prove it.” Y/N smiled at him, brushing away a few more escaped tears.

“So you don't hate me?”

“I could never hate you, Jakey. Do you hate me?”

“Impossible.”

“It's going to continue to sting for a while though.”

He nods in understanding. Jake got on his knees before her, taking her hands in his, his face more serious than she's ever seen him. “I need you to believe me when I say I have NEVER thought those horrible things about you. You didn't deserve any of the awful things I said and I swear I didn't mean them. You’re my perfect Angel and I love everything about you. Every curve, every line, each and every inch of beautiful skin because it’s yours. You are the most incredible person I ever met and I can't stand knowing that I made you feel otherwise for even a minute. Please say you believe me.”

“I do.”

Jake leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her back.

Y/N returned the brief kiss. This was a good start, but she was exhausted. “It’s been a long day. I don’t know about you, but I’m wiped out. Can we pretend, just for tonight, that we’re good? That everything is back to normal? We can work on us in the morning, and everyday after, but right now I just need you and unconsciousness.”

‘She wants to sleep here, in my bed, with me.’ Jake jumped up, enthusiastically agreeing. His pants down around his ankles in an instant.

Her face became heated at Jake’s sudden nudity. Y/N bit her lips, shyly telling him she was going to change in the bathroom.

Jake realized he was jumping the gun. He pulled up his batman boxers, removed his shoes and remaining clothing. He turned the toy dog around, just in case. “Sorry mini Pooch, no looky loos.”

Y/N walked out in panties and t-shirt, tugging it down in an attempt to hide more of herself as she skittered to the bed and got under the covers. Jake frowned, he needed to mend his Angel's heart, squash the insecurities he created. He scrambled up the bed, took his glasses off and sat them on the nightstand. Hesitating at the edge of the bed.

“You can come closer.”

He didn't need to be told twice, scooting over and joining her under the covers. He sat next to her, tentatively wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Intent on never leaving her side again. “Hey, tomorrow, do you want to check out this awesome mini golf course I found? Just the two of us.” The smile that adorned his face when she agreed fell. His voice lowered to a whisper, “I'm terrified of screwing this up.”

“So am I,” Y/N admitted, lacing her fingers with his.

Jake kissed the top of her head. “I don't think I ever told you.”

“Hmm?”

“The moment I knew this was it for me… Remember our first comic con together, we had that bet going on over how many people we could get to follow us doing the bunny hop around the convention center. I said five, you bet nine, and we ended up having thirty-five people in line behind us.” He chuckled at the memory. “We had Link, predator, three Spidermans, a wookiee in a bikini and just so many others. I was behind you, my hands on your hips having the time of my life. And there was a moment midjump, midlaugh, when you looked back at me, making sure I was having fun too, and I knew with absolute certainty that I was going to love you for the rest of my life. That you were the one for me and there'd never be anyone else. That hasn't changed.”

Y/N’s eyes watered, an unreadable expression on her face. Somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “I knew then too. Slowly throughout the day, then all at once in one defining moment. You were like a squirrel darting around, but you never lost me. You held my hand the whole time, squeezing it when you felt me get nervous. And when we parted for even a minute, you always found me. But the moment that sealed it was when we stopped for refreshments. I couldn't drink my water properly because of my costume and seeing my struggle, without a word, you slid behind the counter, grabbed a straw and placed it in my drink, holding it to my lips. It was something so small but so considerate. I've never had anyone be so sweet to me. I never had anyone look out for me like you did. I knew you were the one for me.”

Not trusting his voice, Jake kissed the hand he held.

“I love you, Jakey.”

His heart skipped a beat. “I love you, my Angel.” The reunited couple shared another kiss before lying down. Y/N snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes. Jake wrapped his arms around her. “Would it be wrong if I copped a feel right now?” 

She laughed, “I missed you so much.”

Jake blinked back tears. He thought he'd never hear that sound again. “I missed you more.”

A few peaceful minutes passed, her warm breath ghosting over his chest. He noticed she was trying to stay awake. Each time she began to drift, her eyes popped open to search for him. He rubbed her back to soothe her asleep. “I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere, Angel, I promise.” Jake made sure she was sleeping soundly, before he allowed himself to follow her into slumber. 

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Heading to his original room to get his belongings, Pooch was halted by a hand on his shoulder. Cougar, refusing to let Jensen and Y/N be disturbed, turned his friend around and led him to their shared room.

Pooch glanced back with a frown, “I'll guess I’ll get it in the morning.”

Cougar nodded, smiled and patted his shoulder. Tomorrow was looking like a very good day. The Loser’s would be a full team once more and his best friend would have the love of his life back. He didn’t save his best man’s speech for nothing.

The End

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read this version or the original. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

Sequel: Love Me Forever

[thevibraniumveterans]

REBELS REWATCH

S1E4 — FIGHTER FLIGHT

The episode starts with Ezra trying to use the Force to lift a bowl. Similar to how within the first few episodes of Ahsoka, Sabine tries but in vain to lift a cup off the table. Chopper is making fun of Ezra, so naturally, he chases the droid down the hallway of the Ghost.

On his way down the hallway, he passes Sabine’s room. She is redecorating her room with her paint gun. Ezra backtracks to Sabine’s doorway, leans slightly against said doorway, and tries his luck again. Here goes Flirtation Attempt #2. “Oh, uhhh… Hey, Sabine!” He chuckles. “I see you’re, uh. Painting…stuff.” (Interestingly enough, Ezra doesn’t try nearly as hard as he did earlier. He’s trying the honest route instead of the ‘I’m-trying-to-impress-you’ route.) Sabine doesn’t quite take her eye off her artwork, which she seems quite pleased with. She tells him, “Well, nothing gets past you, kid.” Shyly, and not quite looking at her, he offers, “You know, if you ever need a little inspiration…” (Which we know he would eventually be her biggest inspiration a decade and a half down the line!) Sabine lets out a small, unamused laugh, and says, “Yeah. Then I’ll be sure to look elsewhere.” Clearly busy, she still does not look away from her artwork. Meanwhile, Chopper rolls back up the hallway, letting out what seems like a sarcastic “Oh, no.” Ezra looks back and forth between Sabine’s room and his room, and warns Chopper to “Stay out of my room!” He looks back to Sabine and says, “Uhh, gotta go!” He turns away, and Sabine rolls her eyes. Just another day, another chance for him to shoot his shot.

Inside Ezra’s shared room with Zeb, Zeb is taking a nap, not quite successfully. Ezra dodges Chopper’s energy zap with lightning speed. Zeb is mad, and Ezra blames it on Chopper, of course. To avoid another punch from Zeb, Ezra offers a reminder why he should not be punched. “All I did was save your life from an Imperial agent. Or did that slip your mind?” They start tussling, AGAIN.

Chopper alerts Sabine, who - amused at Zeb and Ezra’s antics - decides to redecorate their bunk instead. (Interesting that she wants to, and then does, paint the room that Ezra shares with Zeb, Sure, she could have chosen literally anywhere else on the ship, but she doesn’t.)

Ezra races down to the Ghost’s cargo hold, pursued by Zeb, who pounces off the balcony and straight into a few crates Kanan is busy with. Hera is none too pleased, and sends Zeb and Ezra on a shopping trip.

Ezra and Zeb walk into town, and the teenager is recognized by a senior citizen, who offers him a fruit, but not the meilooruns Hera sent them to get. They bump into a full crate, but Ezra considers it a challenge to attempt to take it from the Empire. They see troopers load it onto a transport cart, and Zeb lightly mocks Ezra about using the Force. Ezra takes this as a suggestion, not an insult. He concentrates, and manages to just about shift the lid of the crate when a trooper comes by. Ezra sneaks off, as he always does, and climbs up the transport to the crate.

Ezra makes a run for it as the troopers chase him, and Zeb steals a TIE fighter and comes to his rescue.

Hera takes a break, and checks up on Sabine, who denies entry. Hera points out that the room isn’t Sabine’s room, but she says, “I was inspired. It was Ezra’s idea.” Hera shrugs it off.

Inside the TIE, Ezra tells Zeb to gain altitude, and says “I think we’re too low.” Despite the window being dirty, Ezra senses that they might be about to crash, so instructs Zeb to turn the TIE. Zeb is astounded, but Ezra says he’s not sure. “I just knew,” he admits. (Here, Ezra is shown to have connected to the Force and let it tell him things nobody else would have known. Such as how to avoid obstacles without needing to see them.)

He and Zeb call up Hera and Kanan, and inadvertently admit they’re in a TIE. Kanan orders them to “get rid of it”, but in unison, Ezra and Zeb complain: “Do we HAVE to?!” (It would be fun to have another fighter though. Kind of a little foreshadowing to when later on, another TIE fighter is stolen and painted, but we’ll eventually get to that episode.) They receive instructions to a landing point.

Ezra sees smoke in the distance, and instead of helping Zeb get to the agreed rendezvous point, they make a detour to help a neighbor in need. “Friends of my parents,” he says.

Ezra drops onto a transport, and frees his parents’ friends with the Force.

Ezra thanks Zeb for saving him. Zeb points to a helmet inside the TIE, and asks, “You collect these, right?” Ezra says, “Already have that one. But, this is a nice one. Besides, maybe I can get Sabine to paint it for me. So, thanks.” (Again, foreshadowing to when Sabine actually paints a helmet for him a year or two later…)

Ezra and Zeb are in good spirits, having more or less made peace with each other. Turns out Hera’s trip for them was for them to learn to get along.

They make their way up the Ghost and down its hallway, and arrive at their shared room. The door opens, and Sabine, of all people, is inside, having just finished redecorating. Curious, Ezra asks, “Uh, finished with what, Sabine?” She says, “Thought it was a moment that needed to be immortalized.” Ezra looks confused as he stares up at Sabine’s handiwork, but she says, “and you did say you wanted to be my inspiration.” Ezra responds, “Yeah, but that makes me look like a fool.” Zeb agrees that the same sentiment also applies to him. Sabine shrugs. “I paint what I see,” she says.

Apparently not over their pseudo-feud with Chopper, Ezra and Zeb chase after the droid. Sabine steps out and watches after them, amused.

[griseldabanks]

Comfyvember 20

Story: As My Own Soul (original) Prompts: Desperate hug — Sharing food — Care for caregiver

David slowly sat up in the darkness, listening hard for what woke him up. Some kind of sound? He held his breath, closing his eyes to shut out the orange glow of the streetlights behind his closed curtains.

There. The sound of muffled sobs. Coming from the living room, he thought.

“Jonathan?” he whispered.

No response. He must be fast asleep on the top bunk.

Normally, he would turn to Jonathan for help in any situation like this where he didn't know what to do. But...hadn't Jonathan been telling him he needed to start doing things himself, instead of relying on his brother for everything?

So David quietly got to his feet and eased through the door. As soon as he stepped into the hall, he saw the light of a single lamp on in the living room, and heard the unmistakable sounds of his mother crying.

He tiptoed out and paused in the doorway, looking at Mom sitting there, still wearing her pink-flowered scrubs from a long day of work. She held a picture frame tightly against her chest, and even though David couldn't see the photo it held, he knew it was the picture of Dad they kept on the bookcase.

Though he didn't think he'd made any sound, suddenly Mom looked up at him. “David?” she sniffled. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up.”

The sight of her tear-strewn face made David's throat feel tight. “You miss him too?” he whispered.

Which was a stupid thing to say; of course she missed Dad, or why would she be sitting here crying over his picture? But she nodded and wordlessly held her arms out to him.

He flew to her side, throwing his arms around her and burying his face in her soft, warm chest before she could see his tears. She held him close, rubbing his back and rocking him just like she had since he was a baby, even though she was still crying.

“I don't know why it hit me so hard today,” she finally said, after a minute or two of silence. “Just one of those days, I guess. I come home, and...I almost expect him to be here. But he's not.”

David clung to her tighter for a moment. He knew exactly what she was talking about.

“I try to be strong...for you,” she sniffled. “But it's just...it's hard.”

David felt so helpless as he listened to Mom's voice break and felt her chest heave with sobs full of a pain that might even be deeper than his. After all, she'd known Dad a lot longer, and some of those years he'd just been a baby, so he didn't even remember a lot of it.

What would Dad do if he were here? David had no idea. He'd never seen his parents have to deal with grief while they were both alive.

Okay. So what would Jonathan do, if he were awake and it was David who was crying?

Gently extricating himself from Mom's embrace, David got up and crossed the room to fetch the box of tissues. He grabbed one for himself, then handed the box to his Mom, who gave him a watery smile as she dabbed at her eyes.

Meanwhile, David went to the kitchen and peeked in the fridge. What would really hit the spot right now would be a nice thick slice of Grandma's chocolate cake, but they didn't have anything like that. Mom didn't have much time to cook, let alone bake anything when there wasn't something going on at church.

In the end, he settled on Pop-Tarts. He opened a package of the maple and brown sugar ones and popped both of them into the toaster.

For some reason, Mom laughed when he brought out the plate and offered it to her, but she ate hers all the same. She broke it in pieces with her fingers before eating it, while David just ate his whole and got a lapful of crumbs.

His gesture felt clumsy, not like it would have been if Jonathan had been the one comforting them. But even so, after their bellies were full of warm, sweet maple pastries, Mom pulled him close and kissed him on the forehead.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I know I'll be okay as long as I've got you.”

[niffala]

Love Me Again

Pairing: Jake Jensen / Plus-size OFC (Maisie)

Summary: Jake’s back, but the Loser’s sixth member is still M.I.A.

Warnings: fluff, angst, feels, bad attempt at humor, guns, killings, mention of memory loss, post breakup, enemies to lovers

A/N: This is a sequel to You Loved Me Once. Reader insert version found here. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 

You Loved Me Once    Main Masterlist     

Clay’s unit awaited him in a motel parking lot in Adelaide. He secured their post mission rooms and returned keys in hand. "Okay, I got good news and bad news... We can all look forward to hot showers, clean sheets, and a complimentary breakfast. However, there were only three rooms available, so we will have to share.”

The responding groans of protest were expected. “Would you prefer to sleep on the ground for another night? No? So shut your pieholes.” Clay pocketed one of the keycards and set the remaining on the vehicle in front of him. “Aisha will be sharing with me. One room has a king, the other two double beds. Work it out amongst yourselves.”

Wordlessly, Jensen, Cougar and Pooch launched into a game of rock paper scissors. It had been weeks of travel, tents and living on top of one another. The victor cheered, scooping up the keycard to the private room.

“No! Come on, best two out of three.” When his friend shook his head, Jensen changed tactics, “I’ll give you that bitching crossbow I got last op if you switch with me… my watch… a hundred bucks. I’ll even throw in a foot massager, top of the line.”

“No way man. I need a night to myself. The Pooch has earned this.”

Jensen hung his head, accepting defeat. Bunking with his bestie wasn’t so bad, at least there were separate beds. Sharing one with Cougar wasn’t fun, the man was a cover hog. Jake was still grateful Clay reinstated him eight months ago. His teammates were ambivalent about him at first, but eventually everything returned to normal. Well, almost everything.

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The Loser’s current operation led them to South Australia. They’d been hired by a distraught (and wealthy) father as part of a rescue team. He hadn’t seen nor heard from his daughter, Isla, in two years. She had been kidnapped by an illegal arms dealer who forced her into marriage. All prior attempts to get her back had failed. No amount of negotiation, payment, threats or pleading could sway the nefarious man to return her.

A rendezvous with the rest of the group at their makeshift campsite, plus a thirty minute drive east put the Humvees at the perimeter of the target’s estate. “Alright, you all know the drill,” Clay barked into the comms. “We get our asses in there, extricate the woman, send her back to her daddy, and take down anyone that stands in our way.”

Meanwhile their tech genius had already hacked into the system to disable the security and jam communications. Once the cameras powered down, Pooch floored it, ramming through the gate, the other two vehicles followed close behind.

“Eww... This guy’s got raptors picking at a bunch of bones and sinew on his property, always a good sign. You’d think he'd want to be more inconspicuous.”

Pooch’s face scrunched up at the image, “Pretty sure that's just a dead animal.”

Jake shook his head, pursing his lips in mock disapproval. “There's a lot of places to bury a body in a vineyard, all I’m saying. Keep the place tidy.”

“Thanks for the tip,” Aisha deadpanned.

“What do you call that… carrion, right?”

Clay grumbled from the front, “I'm close to calling it Jensen.”

“Yes, sir. I hear ya loud and clear. Shutting up…” he paused for dramatic effect, “now!”

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“This whole goddamn thing’s going tits-up!” Clay had thought his team was prepared, ready to engage the moment they entered the property, but the intel their employer provided was crap. The location was more heavily armed than believed. His unit was at a disadvantage despite the extra help. Outmanned and outgunned, a few men were down and one lost within the first ten minutes.

“Well look at the bright side, we're outside enjoying some fresh...” Jensen’s quip went unfinished as he dove for cover. Incoming drones zoomed through the air spraying bullets. They must have been linked to an independent off sight system because the primary and secondary security had been obliterated. 

Jake focused the scope of his rifle, aiming at the nearest flying pest. “Here birdie birdie…” ‘Wait. That - that’s.’ Still in disbelief, he shouted, “Guys! Guys, that's one of Maisie’s drones!”

Pooch was skeptical, “How can you be sure?”

“Cause they’re like my step kids. Franny, Freddy, Felix, Frank and Foxy. It’s been painted, but that's Frank,” he insisted before taking off, sprinting toward the assailing device.

Clay eyes widened at the other man’s actions, “Jensen, you realize it's shooting at us! Stand down!” Seeing his order ignored, he screamed at the rest of his group, “Cover his dumb ass.”

Disregarding his boss, Cougar pulled out his cellphone and spoke in hushed tones to the person on the other end.

Aisha grit her teeth at her teammate while continuing to fire at their opponents. “That idiot lost his mind, now our sniper decides to make a phone call mid battle. Are you ordering a pizza?”

“Don't forget the breadsticks,” Pooch chimed in. Laughing at the increasing absurdity of the situation.

Jake removed his helmet and dropped his weapon. Frantically jumping and waving his arms, repeatedly calling out ‘Angel.’ A drone moved in and shot at his feet, before slightly pulling back, continuing to hover above him.

“Understood. Our apologies. Copy that.” Cougar hung up and waited.

The remaining drones collected above Jensen’s head. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. However the moment he dreaded never came. The devices turned and began taking out the guards with quick precision. When only Clay’s men remained, they flew off. 

Sticking to the plan, the team continued to the manor. Wary of a possible ambush awaiting beyond the front door, in lieu of breaking it down, Clay instructed Jensen and Cougar to go through the nearest second floor windows, clear the immediate area and let them in.

Cougar nodded, but walked right through the unlocked door instead. To everyone’s shock but his, it was clear. Raising his chin toward the staircase, he proceeded up them.

“Okay, so we're just following him then?”

Clay shrugged, “Good enough for me.” He had the Losers head upstairs, leaving the rest of the group to keep watch at the entrance.

Cougar seemingly knew exactly where to go. Navigating the twists and turns of the large house with ease. Any lingering guards they came across were swiftly handled. Within the master bedroom’s closet, hidden behind sliding shelving they found a 16-point locking, bullet resistant, biometric fingerprint panic room door. 

Before Jensen could get his gear out to crack it, Cougar tapped the scanner, confirming it was off. He pulled the heavy door open, immediately shooting the two guards inside as if he was expecting them.

Jensen scratched his head. Not knowing what to make of it. “What is going on?... Are you a T-1000… What's my dog's name?”

Cougar just looked at him and chuckled.

“You laugh, but I'm legitimately concerned.”

Clay took point, announcing his entrance into the room, “Honey, I'm home.”

The occupants sat on a couch, Isla held a crying baby in her arms, wincing from her husband's hand on her thigh, squeezing painfully tight. The baby’s presence gave everyone pause. No one was aware there would be a child involved. There has been one surprise after another today.

“You lost, asshole. Now let them go and come quietly.” Clay slung his rifle over his shoulder and moved toward them, attempting to calmly apprehend the man.

The target pulled out a gun, shoving it into Isla’s side. “Stay where you are.”

“Don't be like that. This doesn't have to get more ugly than it already is.”

Seething, the man turned the gun on Clay, who discharged his sidearm, firing two shots into the arms dealer’s chest before he could blink. The group hurriedly moved Isla and her baby out of the building into one of their vehicles. Assuring the frightened woman that she was safe and going back to her father.  Pooch voiced his concern over their lack of carseat.

“Then drive extra carefully.” Clay smiled at the rescuees, “Let's get you both home.”

Riding in the second Humvee, Jake stared down a silent Cougar. He offered no explanation as to why Maisie's drones were on the property or who he had called, but it was pretty easy to connect the dots.

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Hours later, Isla and her daughter were safely on their way home. At Cougar’s request, and after a stop at the motel for much needed showers, the team waited at a bar in the city. Leaving one chair empty, correctly guessing who they should be expecting.

Jake was a bundle of nerves. The hand gripping his empty glass started to cramp as he watched the door. He wondered if they had Boys II Men on the jukebox to help set the mood. ‘Would that be too presumptuous? She probably moved on by now. Has a new special someone in her life. Somebody else loving her, touching her, making her laugh.’ He wouldn’t blame her. His amnesia may have been temporary, but the damage he caused wasn't.

“You stare at that door any harder and it will burst into flames.” Aisha refilled her teammates' glass, encouraging him to relax and breathe.

“She'll be here soon, won't she? She's still coming, right?”

Maisie took a deep breath before entering the tavern. Her former teammates were easy to spot. Cougar gave her his number when she quit, asking her to keep in touch. It took a few months before she found the strength to do so. Even after learning of her exs' recovery, she couldn't bring herself to return yet. She wanted her Jakey back, but was scared of his rejection. Plus she was on assignment, the timing was off. The weight of this reunion wasn’t lost on her. “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, you losers walk into mine.”

“Well that's unfair, you walked in after us.” Grinning ear to ear, Clay pulled her into a tight hug. “Missed ya, Maise.”

“I had a few things to handle before getting here. So you beat me, but I've been dying to say it." She squeezed Clay tight before facing the rest. "I missed you all too. Sorry about earlier, I didn’t recognize you guys in all that fancy schmancy gear.”

Jake felt unsteady the moment she walked in, his blood roared in his ears. It was really her, his Angel, more gorgeous than ever. He watched her warm greeting with Clay, swallowing a lump in his throat. She was wearing the jacket he bought her. He hoped that was a good sign.

The group stood to welcome and embrace their former member. Jake waited through the exchange of pleasantries for his turn. Longing to throw his arms around his Angel and hold her close. It had been nearly a year since he’d done so. Ten months, three days and seventeen hours since he kissed her goodbye to go on that ill fated mission.

However, he noticed Maisie’s smile falter when their eyes met. Abandoning his desired hug, he forced a smile, awkwardly waved and sat back down.

“Hey Jake.” She crossed her arms, suddenly feeling self-conscious in front of her old love.

As everyone took their seats, Jensen glanced at the entrance then back at his Angel. “So are we um… waiting for anybody else?”

“Like who?”

“No-nobody. Nobody. Just wanted to make sure there was room for everybody. Everybody together again. It’s good to be together.” Jake took a long sip of his beer. His brain screamed with the knowledge that there was no boyfriend in the picture.

Maisie filled them in on her whereabouts since her departure. She’d gotten a job as private security for some rich asshole’s wife. Mostly involved keeping her in and others out. The winery was lovely, but the running of guns and heavier artillery, and the dabbling in human trafficking ruined the ambience. Of course, she knew he was dirty when she accepted the position, so Maisie did all she could to throw wrenches into his operations without being detected. Quietly dispersed his ill gotten gains into several hidden bank accounts, the biggest for Isla. She was helping the wife and baby prepare for a safe and covert escape. Simultaneously gathering evidence against the husband and his associates.

“It was all set to go down in a few days, and you guys just broke in and killed him. All that planning and hard work for nothing.” Maisie shoved Clay’s shoulder.

“Yeah, well it was the quickest way. Can’t argue that.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to let months of work go to complete waste. So I allowed you guys to be the heroes while I tied up some loose ends. That’s why I was late. Had to reroute the latest shipments, funnel the rest of the money to charities, victims and of course, a nice sum for myself. Scrubbed the camera footage and removed any evidence of us or Isla being there. Then I alerted the authorities to handle the rest. They’ll find all they need to take down the whole thing.” She took a deep breath, trilling her lips to exhale. “But I’m still mad at you about it.”

Aisha offered compensation, “I don’t think anyone here will object if you want in on the pallet of wine we rescued."

“Bold of you to assume I didn't take my own,” Maisie laughed.

After a few rounds, the Losers felt they were sufficiently caught up on each others lives. Pooch and Cougar announced they were going to play stripes and solids, inviting Aisha and Clay as their opponents. It was obvious that was an excuse to leave the ex-lovers alone.

Jake wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity. Putting on his most charming smile, he slid over next to Maisie. “G’day mate, fancy meeting you down unda. Maybe I can show you my down unda lata. I promise I'm koala-fied.” He tittered at his themed pickup line, but she didn't react. He desperately wanted to make her laugh. If she laughed, he knew things would be okay.

Trying to shake off the nervousness, he cleared his throat and continued his attempted seduction. “I like your jacket, where’d you get it?” He couldn’t backpedal fast enough seeing the alarmed look on her face. “Joke, really bad joke. Oh my god, I'm sorry. That was… Fuck,” he grimaced.

Maisie remained stiff and unsure. Wanting to give in to his flirting, but waiting for the other shoe to drop. The defeated look on Jake’s face broke her heart, so she attempted to bridge the divide with a safe topic, “How are Stephanie and Hannah?”

“They're good, they're good, um,” he scratched the back of neck, unsure how to proceed. His sister, having seen him at plenty of his worsts, forgave him instantly. His niece took a little bribery, but they were back to their usual shenanigans. “So, uh thanks for clearing the way for us back there, you know, after you shot at me.”

Her mouth dropped open, “Excuse me, I shot near you.”

“Tomato-tomahto.”

Cougar gestured with his eyes over to Jensen and Maisie, knowing he was striking out. Pooch got the hint. He called the man over and handed him his room key. Demanding he take it before he changed his mind. Jake practically ran back to the table to ask Maisie to his room to talk in private. He was amazed she agreed.

Aisha’s lips pursed watching the pair leave. “If he doesn't blow this, we'll have to put up with them being nauseatingly cute with each other again.”

“You don't want them to make up?” Clay rested his hands on her waist.

“I do,” she huffed. “Look, I don't know if I believe in that true love, princess bride, bullshit. But they are the closest I've ever seen to it... They belong together.”

“Agreed.”

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The entire car ride to the motel passed in uncomfortable silence. Both anxious and unsure about the outcome of this night. Each stealing glances at the other. Jake noticed how hard her hand clenched around the steering wheel. Maisie caught sight of each time his hand reached for the radio before pulling away without turning it on.

Jake felt butterflies in his stomach as they pulled in the lot. Painful butterflies… Vampire butterflies. He drummed on his legs before hopping out of the vehicle. Maisie was quick to follow. They walked to the room without a word shared. Jake kept looking over his shoulder to make sure she was still with him. He swiped the keycard several times without success. The red light and negative beep mocking him. The twisting in his belly intensified. ‘Yep definitely vampire butterflies.’

Finally, the door flashed green and unlocked. He sauntered in, pretending to be calmer than he really was. Turning on the old Jensen charm, he bowed and waved his hand over the large bed. “Have a seat, m'lady. It’s not exactly the Ritz, but I hope it will be to your liking.”

“It's a nice room. We've stayed in much worse.” She spotted the bobblehead chihuahua on the nightstand, smiling coyly as she sat down. “So this is Pooch’s room?”

“Nah, it's mine. At least now it is.” He plopped down beside Maisie. “Sooo, how’ve ya been?”

“Good, until earlier today when I lost my job and residence cause some assholes charged in guns blazing.” Maisie sighed dramatically, “At least I can take solace in knowing Isla and her daughter are home safe. What about you?”

“I - I’m okay… most days. Um, so what's next for you? Seeing as how your life's been upended by a bunch of inconsiderate assholes.”

Maisie hummed, thinking of a response. “Well, I’ll have a lot of time on my hands, plus a bunch of money. So I'll probably make a few brothers and sisters for the F-team. Maybe one with a flamethrower.”

He turned to her with a lopsided grin. “That would be badass, like its maker.”

Maisie’s heart fluttered. He looked at her with such adoration, like she held all life's answers.  That, that was her Jakey.

“Looks like the possibilities are endless now that you're homeless and unemployed.” Jake’s eyes squeezed shut, cringing. Not meaning to sound so callous.

She snorted, “I'm sure I'll be fine. I always land on my feet.”

Jake breathed a sigh of relief that she found humor in the situation. “Definitely, definitely… But if you're interested, I know of a job opening. Fast paced, high stakes, danger… romance,” he whispered the last word, blushing. “It’s with a great bunch called the Losers. I could put in a good word for you. In fact, I'm sure the two of us could strong-arm the boss to agree to any demands we want.”

“I'd have to move back to the states.”

“If you need a place to stay, your key still works… I um, kept the house. After you quit, I kinda skipped town. Woke up in Ohio about a month later. At first I completely panicked cause I didn't know where you were or where I was. Then it hit me that I REALLY didn't know where you were… and it was all my fault,” his voice cracked, on the verge of crying.

Her head lowered, unable to hold back her own tears. ‘If I had only waited longer.’ “You must be so disappointed in me for not sticking it out when you weren't yourself. I tried, I swear I did, but it was too much. I should have been stronger and held on until you were you again. I’m so sorry, Jakey.”

“No, Angel no.” he wiped Maisie’s cheeks with his thumb. “There's nothing to forgive. You didn’t abandon me, I drove you away. I don't blame you at all. Hell, I deserved it. I was a total asshole.” Jake took a deep breath, “I was so angry… I was in pain, confused. I felt trapped with no room to breathe. Was sick of everybody telling me things I was supposed to already know. Telling me over and over to relax and let myself recover when I couldn't calm down to save my life. I kept fighting with my sister, was short with my niece, rude and snapped at everyone… And you got the worst of it… When I saw you, there was something there in the back of my mind, just out of reach. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew your presence made my headache worse. So I aimed my frustration at you and chased you off. I can't say how sorry I am.”

Maisie gently touched Jake’s head, running her fingers through his hair and rubbing small circles with her fingers. The urge to comfort him stronger than any apprehension she felt before.

Jake leaned into her touch, “It's all better now. I'm better… I wish this was a cartoon so you could've wacked me in the head again to reset my brain and stop all the bullshit I put everyone through.”

She pulled her hand away too soon. “I'm glad you're better… You really hurt me, Jake, but you have to know I already forgave you.”

His eyebrows shot up, “You have? That fast? Are you certain, I mean…"

“It took some time. Months to push through that pain, but I'd be the bigger jerk if I didn't take into consideration that it wasn't completely your fault. You literally had a doctor's note to prove it.” Maisie smiled at him, brushing away a few more escaped tears.

“So you don't hate me?”

“I could never hate you, Jakey. Do you hate me?”

“Impossible.”

“It's going to continue to sting for a while though.”

He nods in understanding. Jake got on his knees before her, taking her hands in his, his face more serious than she's ever seen him. “I need you to believe me when I say I have NEVER thought those horrible things about you. You didn't deserve any of the awful things I said and I swear I didn't mean them. You’re my perfect Angel and I love everything about you. Every curve, every line, each and every inch of beautiful skin because it’s yours. You are the most incredible person I ever met and I can't stand knowing that I made you feel otherwise for even a minute. Please say you believe me.”

“I do.”

Jake leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her back.

Maisie returned the brief kiss. This was a good start, but she was exhausted. “It’s been a long day. I don’t know about you, but I’m wiped out. Can we pretend, just for tonight, that we’re good? That everything is back to normal? We can work on us in the morning, and everyday after, but right now I just need you and unconsciousness.”

‘She wants to sleep here, in my bed, with me.’ Jake jumped up, enthusiastically agreeing. His pants down around his ankles in an instant.

Her face became heated at Jake’s sudden nudity. Maisie bit her lips, shyly telling him she was going to change in the bathroom.

Jake realized he was jumping the gun. He pulled up his batman boxers, removed his shoes and remaining clothing. He turned the toy dog around, just in case. “Sorry mini Pooch, no looky loos.”

Maisie walked out in panties and t-shirt, tugging it down in an attempt to hide more of herself as she skittered to the bed and got under the covers. Jake frowned, he needed to mend his Angel's heart, squash the insecurities he created. He scrambled up the bed, took his glasses off and sat them on the nightstand. Hesitating at the edge of the bed.

“You can come closer.”

He didn't need to be told twice, scooting over and joining her under the covers. He sat next to her, tentatively wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Intent on never leaving her side again. “Hey, tomorrow, do you want to check out this awesome mini golf course I found? Just the two of us.” The smile that adorned his face when she agreed fell. His voice lowered to a whisper, “I'm terrified of screwing this up.”

“So am I,” Maisie admitted, lacing her fingers with his.

Jake kissed the top of her head. “I don't think I ever told you.”

“Hmm?”

“The moment I knew this was it for me… Remember our first comic con together, we had that bet going on over how many people we could get to follow us doing the bunny hop around the convention center. I said five, you bet nine, and we ended up having thirty-five people in line behind us.” He chuckled at the memory. “We had Link, predator, three Spidermans, a wookiee in a bikini and just so many others. I was behind you, my hands on your hips having the time of my life. And there was a moment midjump, midlaugh, when you looked back at me, making sure I was having fun too, and I knew with absolute certainty that I was going to love you for the rest of my life. That you were the one for me and there'd never be anyone else. That hasn't changed.”

Maisie’s eyes watered, an unreadable expression on her face. Somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “I knew then too. Slowly throughout the day, then all at once in one defining moment. You were like a squirrel darting around, but you never lost me. You held my hand the whole time, squeezing it when you felt me get nervous. And when we parted for even a minute, you always found me. But the moment that sealed it was when we stopped for refreshments. I couldn't drink my water properly because of my costume and seeing my struggle, without a word, you slid behind the counter, grabbed a straw and placed it in my drink, holding it to my lips. It was something so small but so considerate. I've never had anyone be so sweet to me. I never had anyone look out for me like you did. I knew you were the one for me.”

Not trusting his voice, Jake kissed the hand he held.

“I love you, Jakey.”

His heart skipped a beat. “I love you, my Angel.” The reunited couple shared another kiss before lying down. Maisie snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes. Jake wrapped his arms around her. “Would it be wrong if I copped a feel right now?” 

She laughed, “I missed you so much.”

Jake blinked back tears. He thought he'd never hear that sound again. “I missed you more.”

A few peaceful minutes passed, her warm breath ghosting over his chest. He noticed she was trying to stay awake. Each time she began to drift, her eyes popped open to search for him. He rubbed her back to soothe her asleep. “I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere, Angel, I promise.” Jake made sure she was sleeping soundly, before he allowed himself to follow her into slumber. 

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Heading to his original room to get his belongings, Pooch was halted by a hand on his shoulder. Cougar, refusing to let Jensen and Maisie be disturbed, turned his friend around and led him to their shared room.

Pooch glanced back with a frown, “I'll guess I’ll get it in the morning.”

Cougar nodded, smiled and patted his shoulder. Tomorrow was looking like a very good day. The Loser’s would be a full team once more and his best friend would have the love of his life back. He didn’t save his best man’s speech for nothing.

The End

A/N: A special thank you to everyone that has read this. I appreciate you all and I’d love to know your thoughts.

Sequel: Love Me Forever

[the-starry-seas]

omg we both have star wars ocs! Isn't that crazy!

...I kinda wanna hear about them if you like sharing haha

I love talking about my OCs! And if you want to talk about yours 👀

Vinir is my favourite by far. He's a sneaky, cranky bitch through and through and I love that for him tbh. Professional killer and mercenary who loves nothing and no one except for his *counts on fingers* five droids. There's a reason I call him Droid Dad. He's aroallo (and if people still do face claims/refs for OCs, his is Sean Baek, specifically in his role as Fancy Lee from Killjoys).

He gets sent to spy on and potentially assassinate a Mand'alor (EXTREMELY long story here, but tldr adult Boba brought Jango back from the dead and Jango's having a grand time fucking with everyone). Problem being that he doesn't yet have orders to kill Jango when someone else tries... so Vinir's gotta save Jango's life to protect his payday.

He gets assigned as Jango's bodyguard after that, because Boba insists Jango needs some protection in light of a very-nearly-successful kill job. Jango's view on this is "I will accept a bodyguard to prove that I am better than him and don't need him."

And then Vinir can keep pace with him and the two of them form a begrudging alliance that develops into a qpr. There is a shitload of drama down the line when Jango finds out why Vinir showed up in the first place, but they settle things eventually. There's stabbing involved but that's practically a love language for these guys. Truly nobody else could ever fucking deal with either of them.

Racer is a close second, though. She's a clone trooper, part of an ARC squad to be specific. She's their demolitions expert and she is wildly irresponsible with this. (If her responsible older brother/squad leader keeps finding dud grenades in his bunk, that's totally not her.) They have a broken microwave that she keeps microwaving random things in to see what happens (they explode, except the space Furby, which starts sparking and gets them all in trouble).

She's a chaos gremlin to the max and loves horrible jokes and puns. If she can find a way to cause trouble and bother her brothers, she will take it and add some glitter. She loves all things fast, and is a part-time underground speeder racer, hence her name. She has plans to make a career of it someday and could probably be pretty good at it!

There is more complicated AU nonsense at play here, like there is for basically all my Star Wars characters. TLDR is her squad, the Aces, get time travelled into the future where they can do whatever they like without the war going on.

Racer promptly starts flirting with a pirate captain, and gets not only a cool new job as a pirate but *counts on fingers again* three cool girlfriends. She heard 'be gay do crimes' and took it to the absolute max. If you know The Orion Experience, that's her vibes, especially All Dolled Up and The Cult of Dionysus. I support her in all she does.

And Cam my beloved <3 He's dating one of Racer's brothers, Ember, and she is constantly at risk of getting Bonked for playing the grindr sound effect whenever she sees them holding hands. And the one time she played the wedding march.

He's a marine biologist with a particular love for the stingray tank. He and Ember have a meetcute where Ember literally trips and falls into Cam, and Cam catches him and takes him to lunch. Ember spends the entire lunch listening to Cam infodump about coral and Cam is ready to propose right then and there.

(Meanwhile there's some minor drama going on in the background, because Ember suddenly disappeared during a family outing and they're all mildly concerned he's been kidnapped or fell into the shark tank or got eaten by a kraken or something. Nope, all he fell into were those big brown eyes.)

His secondary love, besides the ray tank, is the shark tank. Ember's always a little nervous to see him diving in there, but Cam has three different sharks who consider him a friend, and he loves all of them in return. They've never tried biting him and he's good at what he does, so he's pretty confident and calm about swimming with the sharks.

He also knows sign language, which means he can talk with the mermaid performers when they're in the tanks. He's called the mermaid whisperer, and every so often he gets a letter from a kid on a field trip who saw him talking with them, asking how the mermaids are doing. He keeps every letter framed in his office.

[sugarlesswriting]

Okay so i'm really stuck right now and i need some help. i'm trying to write a first chapter but its actually really hard. Everytime i write one im never happy with it and always remake it. I have 7 remakes of a first chapter just sitting in my docs. I figured I'd ask you for help because you always have the best first chapters and im always in awe while reading. How do you do so well establishing characters and dynamics in the first chapter?

First off, thank you for praising my work, that makes me really happy🥰

Second, this is going to be really long because I might ramble lol. So let me start off by saying that writing the first chapter is always tricky, but think about what's causing it to be tricky. For me, it is always the start of the chapter. Staring at the document and wondering how to start something is always hard.

7 remakes though! You are determined, which is a good thing honestly. This means you love the idea of your story but are having a difficult time trying to put it into words that you enjoy. If it's the relationships that are in the chapter that are causing the problem? Here's the longest answer to that lol.

Establishing the characters and dynamics can be as simple as put those funky little friends in a situation and see how it goes lol. Set the character personalities and who they would mesh well within the friend group. I'm going to use random bits of my stories to show examples to try and get my thoughts in way that can help you better.

For The Underground, I wanted to establish that not everyone was friends, by using some of my observations from when I was in middle school and going into high school. They have some connections from when they were younger so there is this hint of familiarity with some but it still holds awkwardness with it. Trent and Gwen in the story aren't as close but they will still have a relatable conversation with one another, like talking about how a teacher failed Trent and Gwen got upset over it. Gwen doesn't talk with Trent that much but because they have that past she will get upset if something happens to him that is unfair. Meanwhile, you have Courtney and Duncan who can't stand one another and the only thing that connects them is their sexual relationship. Is there hidden feelings underneath it? Yes, but for now as you write you focus on their dislike for one another. You lay the groundwork that 'hey maybe they don't totally hate each other' like when Duncan went to confront Courtney about being upset with him because of the slip up when he laughed at her not being a virgin. He doesn't want her to be upset with him, but he's also not going to apologize because that isn't their dynamic and that isn't what Duncan would do in that situation. (yet at least).

Another example would be with DJ and Courtney, at the start of the chapter you see how he wants to be friendly with her and is awkward about it, but she's upset that they have to wait out in the cold/ doesn't want to be there in the first place. Even when she acted cold to him then, later on in the chapter you see how she's not always cold. Asking him if he was scared, checking up on him as they go into the fall out shelter. She might think the whole thing is bunk, but she felt the same as him because for a moment she was also scared of what was in the fall out shelter.

Trent, Courtney, and Bridgette are all on friendly terms with one another because they see each other every day and share the same classes. Trent can deal with Courtney having some what of an attitude because he's been around it more and can handle it. Along with Bridgette. But it also goes into their personalities. I headcanon them both as very chill people that don't want to cause waves so it's easy for them to deal with Courtney when she's annoyed compared to Duncan who either gets pissed that she's annoyed or happy depending on the context. (The context is if he's pissing her off intentionally).

Now these relationship dynamics are similiar but completely different from The Boardwalk. You have everyone in The Boardwalk being friends. Duncan and Courtney may bicker but they're still comfortable with one another that even with their different personalities and interests there's still common ground to where it's easy to read that their friends. (Am I making sense because like I said early I ramble lol).

Also when writing character dynamics you also have to take in account of ages. In That Day in 1988, you see the personalities from the group of friends when they were 13. Everyone's a bit more immature so they're going to push each others buttons more. Duncan doesn't know how to handle his feelings for Courtney so he acts out by being mean to her and insulting her. Would he do that when he's older? Not in the same way. 13-year-old Duncan insulted the way she looked and how dumb he thought she was acting because he was upset. He wanted to hurt her in that moment because he's upset with everything that happened leading up to him punching Justin. Courtney bending down to check on him made Duncan realize that she was picking Justin over him and that made him more upset. So he wanted her to be like him, upset. Afterwords though, he regrets it because when you're 13 you don't think logically. It's full emotion.

Now when he's in his later teens he'll get snappy with her but now he's more emotionally mature and won't go full on 'guys only like you for your boobs and you suck'. For example in Chapter 3 of The Boardwalk he see's Courtney break down. He cares about her because they have been friends for years. So he helps her understand that she shouldn't feel like she's going crazy just because some adults tell her that she didn't actually see a murder. The next morning when he asks her to come with him to the forest she thinks that he was only nice to her the day before because he wanted something from her. This shows that she views their dynamic differently and it hurts Duncan because the moment he's honest with her she thinks it's just him being manipulative. It's a situation where he's hurt that she wouldn't think that he's being nice to her because he cares about her but instead wants something from her. Now that isn't the first chapter but it's something that can be applied to the dynamic of characters and how they interact with one another.

Establishing the relationships in the first chapter is always what I want first, and if not relationships then the character's personality. That way it also helps you decide how they would all react to a situation. Now my situations are always 'Man wouldn't it be fucked up if this group of teens find a dead body and have to solve the murder/ cold case?'

But at the end of the day I think you should reread one of your first chapters and figure out just what makes you think is not meshing well.

Also, this is getting too long already, and I'm sorry if I didn't help you I've never been asked this question before and tried to be as informative as I could lol.

[sammygender]

hi! disclaimer that i haven’t read through the entire spreadsheet (tho i have read a lot) and i’m just looking to ask about specific instances that have been left off, especially in regards to the ‘body keeps the score section’ and the ‘gender police’ section. am engaging in good faith despite i will admit i have a knee jerk of ‘wtf’. i love dean’s character a lot and can emphasise with wanting to correct canon misconceptions despite the fact i think we see a lot of things differently. that being said this is just about canon moments. this is an extremely long post so sorry abt that!!!

so as i’m sure you know it’s extremely heavily implied to the point of essentially being canon that sam was raped in the cage. 7x02’s “you’re my little bitch in every sense of the word”. 7x15’s “the rapier wit, the wittier rape”, said by sam’s own hallucination of lucifer in reference to his torment in the cage. either sam was raped in the cage or sam considers whatever unimaginable thing happened there to be rape. it’s even more evident once lucifer is released again: “top bunk? lower bunk? do you want to share”, “solid B on the tongue action” (around 11x14/12x15)…… however as far as i can see none of these instances are counted as references to noncon or sexual violence. you're also missing sam being assaulted by the woman in white in the very first episode and toni bevell making him think he's had sex with her in s12. i understand that due to personal preference/caring abt dean more you mightve just missed these so im just pointing it out!!

im also wondering about the fact that soulless sam racks sam up a LOT of negative points just by generally being a dick with no empathy. but he’s. you know. soulless. sam insists that soulless sam was him, but dean just as strongly insists soulless sam wasnt him, so who are we to believe? and i don’t think it’s far that soulless sam’s actions are being given equal weight to normal sam’s, especially considering that demon dean doesn’t rack up any infractions at all. if you’re including soulless sam in main sam surely you need to include demon dean in main dean. a better solution is probably to exclude or separate both (which i know u do make a note of when its soulless sam in your 'gender police' section, though hes still included in the general overview).

i’m also concerned about your “gender police” section. sam expressing incredulity that dean likes kids is there, despite there being no way to prove that assumption is whatsoever gendered? meanwhile, ‘take a walk type’ (from gordon, evident from the context surrounding man’s the way he says it that it’s supposed to be mocking calling sam gay/a girl) isnt there. sam in 5x14 saying it's weird dean isn't going to a bar on valentines isnt gendered, its a brother expressing disbelief at something he thinks is irregular for deans personality. whether hes right about that or not is a different conversation but the fact remains is that hes certainly not 'gender policing' him, especially since sam isnt exactly going to one either...

sam saying "so you never even tried" when he gets back from hell and dean is still hunting isnt him expressing disgust that dean isn't following gender roles enough (and in what way is hunting Not extremely masculine anyway) its him saddened that dean broke their promises to Get Out and live a normal life. getting out is a Good Thing. hunting is an extremely dangerous life. sam didnt want dean specifically with a wife and kids because he thinks its #Normality, he just wanted dean Out and thought that was what dean wanted - in fact lisa is used in the show to show dean's ideal life inside his head in 3x10. a happy ending being conflated with a wife and kids isn't a sam-specific issue, it's just in the writing of a homophobic show. you also have sam making fun of dean for knowing about the titanic which... how is that gendered? thats just sam being a bit of a dick. and in the same episode 'making fun of him for being excited about a cowboy outfit'... cowboys are extremely masculine??? in general a lot of the lines sam says that are defined as 'gender policing' are very heavy reaches and often can be attributed to sam just teasing him/being a bit of a dick in an entirely non-gendered way. im not gonna go on and on and keep listing specific moments - im just wondering how you define what is a moment of 'gender policing'. for example, something like the fact sam is the feminised “bitch” in bitch/jerk from the very start of the show is never mentioned.

i also think youre missing a lot of moments wrt to jack's parenting (but id need to rewatch the show to check) and certainly in the insults and self worth section for things dean says to sam - an episode like, say, 4x04, is full of fucked up things he tells sam that really upset him, and it isnt even on there. i get that ur approaching it from a deangirl lens and are therefore just not as interested in sam's moments which ofc ur totally entitled to do and is morally neutral - but i do find it dangerous to portray it therefore like an unbiased examination of sam vs dean, when it's really more a lot of data on dean's treatment within the show. i really respect the effort thats gone into this however & again am engaging in good faith not as a 'dunk'!!

ever ask yourself how many times do sam & dean actually apologize in supernatural? who's more conscious of money and getting food? how sam & dean's feelings about john change over the course of the show? is sam actually more scrutinized for gender expression than dean? who most often disposes of corpses? WELL! I've finally finished my incredibly, long, in depth rewatch notes document! And it has the answers to all those questions and more!

[ceapa-mica]

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Pairing: Din Djarin x Original Female Character

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ wrap it up irl!) fingering, oral sex (f receiving), PiV, jealous!Din

Words: 6240

Summary: Elora finally meets someone who can train her. Meanwhile Din struggles with jealousy.

a/n: This turned out to be PURE FILTH, I apologize in advance for any ovaries that might explode!

Elora couldn't see a thing through the strip of fabric from Din's cape. All she could do was feel - feel what started with a gentle kiss and turned into so much more. His tongue slid along her lower lip and she opened her mouth to indulge in the kiss, their tongues meeting in fiery passion, causing them to moan into each other's mouth. This was the most intimate kiss both of them had ever shared, one they didn't interrupt while undressing each other. Din's lips left hers and traveled down her neck, leaving marks on his way down to her sternum. She buried one hand in his curls and gasped as he flicked her nipple with his tongue and started sucking on the hardened bud, giving the other one the exact same treatment. She pressed her thighs together to offer her slick heat some sort of friction, but Din pushed her thighs apart with his hands, leaving kisses and small bruises close to where she needed him most.

"Din, please!" she whined, squirming underneath him, desperately grabbing fistfuls of his hair. "Ah!" He bit the tender flesh of her thigh.

"Patience, cyar'ika. I want to take my time to make you feel good."

After a few more teasing kisses his tongue lapped a straight line up her slit causing her body to tremble in pleasure. Her grip on his hair tightened as he began teasing her clit, flicking and sucking on the sensitive pearl while one hand kept her from squirming and the other stroked her tender skin with one finger prodding at her entrance.

"This okay?" he asked, his unmodulated voice being her favorite sound in the entire Galaxy.

"Yes, please, Din, you feel so good." With that he inserted one finger into her pussy. Elora moaned at the feeling, bucking her hips up towards his mouth, craving more. He licked and sucked up all she had to give, his mustache leaving a pleasant burn. He added a second and eventually a third finger. She threw her head back into the single pillow in his small bunk as the knot in her lower belly became unbelievably tight. Her vision turned white as the coil finally snapped after a few more thrusts of his fingers hit that sweet spot inside her, and a wave of pleasure overcame her. She bit her lip so hard to hold back a scream it drew blood. Her body relaxed and she let out a contented sigh, but she still craved more.

"N-need you so bad."

"What do you need, mesh'la?"

"Your cock, need your cock. Please!"

Din chuckled and his lips left her wet core, finding hers. "Such a good girl." He crawled up her body, his fingers leaving her made her whine at the sudden emptiness. He brought them up to her lips and she took them into her mouth, tasting herself while swirling her tongue around his fingers, licking and sucking off her juices. She wished she could see his face, only able to guess how intently he watched her.

"You want my cock, cyar'ika?"

"Yes, Din! Please!" she whined. "Want you inside me…"

"Well, good girls deserve a reward, don't you think?" She hummed in agreement.

"What was that? Talk to me, mesh'la!"

"Y-yes!"

He caressed her freckled cheek as he lined himself up with her entrance. He pulled her into a kiss and simultaneously pushed into her in one slow thrust. They gasped at the feeling. She felt so full when he was inside her, she almost came again from this feeling alone.

"So- tight." Din gritted, waiting for her to adjust to his size.

"Oh please, baby, please fuck me."

A guttural groan escaped him and he began pounding into her. She wrapped her legs around him to deepen his angle and eventually had to hold onto the sheet of his cot as he put more strength into his thrusts. He set a brutal pace as he watched as her face contorted in pleasure. The obscene sound of skin slapping filled the hull. Din pulled her closer to the edge of the cot and grabbed her legs, to thrust into her at an even deeper angle, hitting that sweet spot with each hard thrust. Elora was barely able to form coherent sentences anymore. All she could think of was the feeling of him inside of her, not knowing where he began and she ended. It felt to her as if they were strengthening the bond they shared in the force. She sensed the next orgasm quickly approaching and tried to find any words.

"M gonna cum! Oh! So good!" She clamped down on his cock, and he hissed at how her walls tightened around his length.

"Cum for me, don't hold back!"

Elora reached her peak with a loud moan she couldn't hold back this time. Her brain too fucked out to think of the sleeping child behind the closed door upstairs in the cockpit.

"Such a good girl. I bet you can give me one more."

Elora whined at his words and put her arms around him, not realizing how her nails left scratches on his back. Pain, a sweet one at that, he was eager to feel. He put one hand down to where they were joined and began rubbing tight circles on her clit. The sounds she made brought him closer and closer to the edge.

"How does that make you feel, hm?" he rasped.

"I'm- I'm close again! Ah!"

"Cum with me then!"

He didn't need to tell her twice. His quick hard thrusts faltered and with one last strong thrust he came inside her with a guttural groan, filling her up with ropes of his hot cum, a feeling that pushed her over the edge, taking everything he had to offer.

With labored breathing he put his forehead on hers, collapsing on top of her, careful not to crush her.

"That was-" He couldn't find the right words, and neither could she. When he pulled out she whimpered at the empty feeling.

"Don't worry, cyare, that was only round one."

"W-what?"

"I told you, when we arrive on Mandalore all you'll remember will be my name. That was no suggestion but a promise - a promise I intend to keep. Unless you're tired or simply don't feel like it?"

"Just let me take a short break. Round two sounds good… under one condition."

"And what would that be?"

Elora smirked. "This time, I wanna be on top."

"Oh that can be arranged, dirty girl." He pulled her into a hug. They cuddled for a while, whispering sweet nothings to each other, and took a sip of water before going for the next round, and the next, before finally falling asleep in each other's arms in a state of fucked out bliss.

They eventually woke up hours later in a sticky mess. First thing they decided was to change the still damp sheet and take a shower together. It felt good to wash off the remnants of their activities and the grime from their mission. Elora kept her eyes closed the entire time and let Din wash her while relaxing into his body behind her, feeling his lips kissing the freckles on her shoulders.

It didn't take long until they arrived back on Mandalore where their arrival was already expected.

"Good to see you're back in one piece!" Ruusaan welcomed them.

Grogu babbled under his breath as he noticed two butterflies dancing in the air. Curiously he jumped in his pram to reach them, probably trying to get a taste.

"We were unsuccessful. We reached the planet, but the mines were empty. If there ever was beskar, it is now gone." Din spoke in an unwavering tone.

"Now that's bad news. I had hoped this mission would lead to something. A potential world to settle in maybe."

"That's a bad idea. The local fauna is extremely hostile and the water is not drinkable. All we found was a bunch of ruins, no survivors." Elora added.

"I'm sorry we wasted your time with this mission. Please, this way." Ruusaan brought the guests to a hut with a double bed, a wooden crib for Grogu and some storage for clothing.

"We used to store weapons here, but figured after you risked so much for us, you deserve your own dwelling here. My father may think otherwise, but to most of us you're more than welcome to stay as long as you like."

"That's very kind, thank you." Din said, putting down his messenger bag on the bed.

"Elora, there is someone who is very keen to meet you. Bardan Jusik was raised as a Jedi but left the order during the Clone Wars and became one of us."

"I'm looking forward to meet him, I have so many questions."

She followed Ruusaan through the village and up on a hill with a great view of the entire valley. Din, Grogu and Arfour were several steps behind them.

From a distance Elora could see a young man sitting on a rock, apparently in deep meditation.

"He looks quite young for an ex Jedi Master." Elora thought out loud.

"This is Glitch, Bardan's last student. You're gonna meet him soon enough."

"Last student?"

"I don't accept any new padawan learners. I made an exception for Kad and Glitch, they are part of our clan. But I don't know you, girl." A man with grey hair donning moss green Mandalorian armor appeared around the corner of his cottage carrying two blocks of firewood under his arm and an unimpressed facial expression at Elora's sight.

"I didn't ask to become your uh… padawan?"

"Good." He put the blocks on the table and crossed his arms, appraising Elora's overall appearance.

"Don't ask me why, but you seem a little familiar. Where are you from, Elora, is it?"

"That's right, I'm Elora Jihiiga from a small desert world named Arvala 7, and this is Mando, our foundling Grogu and Arfour."

"The bounty hunter I suppose? You really are an extraordinary bunch traveling the Galaxy together. Glitch and I returned yesterday from our travels. We collect Jedi artefacts throughout the Galaxy in order to preserve them. Unfortunately Imperial remnants are still out there, trying to destroy those artifacts."

"So are you a Jedi or a Mandalorian?" Din asked.

"A Mandalorian who happens to be force sensitive. My days of being a Jedi are over. My wife, Shanna, prepared our lunch. Please, be our guest."

Ruusaan said her goodbyes and went back to the village for more pressing matters as she had called it. Meanwhile Elora and Din took a seat at a wooden table on the hill under azure skies.

Bardan's wife, Shanna, was a beautiful woman around his age with dark brown skin, emerald eyes and long black curly hair that was turning slightly gray, which she had turned into a thick crown-like braid. She wore only the lower half of deep crimson red Mandalorian armor and asked their guests so many questions about their past missions and travels which Elora patiently answered.

Din watched them eat fried nuna with a salad for lunch. With Bardan and Shanna Jusik he now knew two more Mandos who removed their helmets with no consequences. For the first time he was tempted to remove his, so much that he balled his hands to fists to resist the temptation, a tension the three force users on this table noticed. But before anyone could ask they were interrupted.

"Oh hey, why did no one call me for lunch?! I almost thought -" A young man around Din's age, according to his looks he was a clone, stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the guests.

"You must be our guests from off world! My name's Glitch, nice to meet all of you!" Introductions were made and he took a seat on the last free chair between Elora and Bardan. "Would you be interested in showing what you have to offer?" he asked Elora curiously.

"Do you mean spare parts and tools or Jedi stuff?"

"Jedi stuff!" Glitch laughed. "It's been a while since I was able to convince Kad to a friendly duel."

Elora shrugged, but liked the idea more and more each second. "Yeah sounds good! I'm ready when you are."

"That's the answer I was hoping for!" he grinned. After they finished lunch, Din offered to help Shanna with the dishes while Elora and Glitch got into position. He cracked his neck in preparation. He wasn't wearing Mandalorian armor but brown robes over white plastoid armor with two vertical purple lines on the left side of his chest plate. Bardan was leaning against the table, watching his former apprentice and the young woman. His frown deepened when he reached out through the force, sensing something dark in Elora, a darkness that felt like it was tainting her warm soul. He had never felt anything like it before and it made him wary.

Something's off about her but I can't place it. She seems kind, so where does this darkness come from?

He didn't doubt Glitch's abilities for a second and watched them ignite their lightsabers. He got goosebumps when he saw Elora's shining purple blade of light. That was when he knew not to mess with her. Purple indicated that she had used the dark side of the force before, even partially accepted it.

At least a good challenge for my former apprentice.

He knew when he would have to step in, but hoped he wouldn't need to.

Glitch wielded a bright green lightsaber and did the basic form of his preferred Soresu technique.

"Don't worry, Elora. I'll go easy on you." he smirked. Their blades clashed, and as it turned out, Elora had no idea what she was doing. She tried her best blocking each of Glitch's advances, but it became exhausting to her very quickly. He was good and very well trained.

Bardan scoffed as he watched her with crossed arms. As Elora eventually fell and hit the ground, Glitch's lightsaber at her throat, she had to admit she was beaten. Bardan approached them while Glitch pulled her back to her feet.

"Elora, you're desperately looking for a technique to use, and while doing so you mix all kinds of movements from several forms up and fail to focus on defending yourself. You must decide on one form, then you use it either for the entire battle or until your opponent changes their strategy. What you just did there was a mess."

She tried to avoid his gaze, listening to what else he had to say.

"Most Jedi master one or even more lightsaber forms to perfection. You need to practice every form, and the one you're most comfortable with, you study and practice until you could do it in your sleep."

"I thought you're done teaching."

Bardan smirked. "That I am. Consider this as friendly advice." He left Elora and Glitch alone and went into his house. Meanwhile Din wanted to ask how her little introduction went, but just as he left Bardan's house he watched Elora walk down the way into the forest, obviously having a funny conversation with the clone. Arfour let out a questioning bleep and Grogu nuzzled into the crook of Din's neck.

"Huh looks like we have to walk back to the village without her."

Din knew Elora had never spent time with another living force user before and that she wanted to know more and had plenty of questions for them. Seeing her with Glitch caused a feeling foreign to him to settle in his gut.

Before heading to the hut Ruusaan so generously provided for them, his way back led him to Atina's temporary hut she shared with her father. He found him sitting in front of their abode on a wooden bench where he was busy cleaning several blasters.

"I heard you and your aliit returned. Not every mission can be a success, I'm sure you tried your best." He showed Din a warm smile and gestured for him to take a seat next to him.

"Can I help you with that?" Din offered. Fox simply shrugged and pushed a few blasters on the table towards him.

"Something's on your mind, Mando."

"What? N-no, I don't think-"

"You can't fool me, what's going on?"

Din bit his lip and considered his next words. He put Grogu on Arfour's dome and started cleaning the first blaster. "Nothing, really. I'm just wondering… uh nevermind." Fox raised his brow and put another cleaned blaster back together. Din chose his next words very carefully. "This young man, Glitch… Is he a good guy?"

"He sure is. That's not the question I expected though."

"He and Elora get along very well. They were friends in an instant it seems. It took us quite a while to warm up to each other back in the day."

Fox stopped polishing his weapon and looked at Din, a light smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. "You're comparing the relationship you have with her to one she has for less than a few hours?"

"I'm worried is all. Maybe he would be better company for her than I am. At the same time I- I feel strange, like I want to shoot this guy all the way into space. No offense, I know he's your brother."

Fox chuckled and cocked his head. "You've never felt this way before?" Din shrugged and couldn't look Fox in the eye. "No need to be ashamed of your feelings, Mando. You're just jealous."

Din looked at him, mouth agape under his helmet. "J-jealous?"

A nostalgic smile formed on Fox's lips. "Back in the day when my wife and I were dating, every time I witnessed some young senate aide's attempts to flirt with her or when they just looked at her for a little too long, I got jealous. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on, a woman I would have sacrificed everything for, including my life. And every time one of those bastards tried to charm her, I felt the need to rip off their fucking heads." Fox sighed and his smile turned into an expression of grief and longing. "I miss her more than words can tell. All I have left of her now is my daughter. Mando, my wife and I found each other when the entire Galaxy was against us. It was meant to be, and I see how Elora looks at you. It's the same way my wife looked at me all those years ago. Be there for her and cherish the time you have together. Maker knows it can be over faster than the blink of an eye."

"I'm sorry for your loss, Fox. Thanks for your advice, I- I will be there for her as long as I live. This is the way."

Fox nodded and watched as Din stood and left with the droid on his heels. Thinking about his wife made a deep sadness coil in Fox's stomach that made him numb and very tired, so he left the uncleaned blasters for later and decided to take a long nap in the hopes to wake up in a better emotional state.

Din watched Elora return from her training with Bardan and Glitch. The latter accompanied her on the way back to the hut and they laughed over a funny story Glitch had told her, but that Din didn't know. He just saw two very happy looking people who seemed to be very comfortable around each other. The way Glitch playfully nudged her side, and when she pulled him into a goodbye hug, burying her face in the crook of his neck, though it was only for mere seconds. Din was tense, a kind of pain in his heart he was unfamiliar with caused feelings of anxiety and anger. An irrational part of him wanted to use his pulse rifle on the clone, another part of him felt sad and betrayed, but why? Because Elora got along with this guy? Because of a simple hug? Din didn't understand his jealousy. Was it because Glitch was force sensitive? Din had put Grogu to bed after giving him jerky for dinner, Din himself didn't have any appetite, despite not having eaten that day at all.

When Elora came in, twirling her switched off lightsaber in her hand, he did his best to avoid her, pretending to be very busy polishing his blasters.

"Where have you been all day? You should have seen me, Din! I learned the Soresu form today! At least the movements, Glitch said I still need practice. Oh and I asked Bardan about force ghosts. Unfortunately he didn't know much about it and he never heard of a former Jedi Master named Ben. Told me to be careful, and that I need to keep my emotions in check. Din?" Elora noticed how Din continued cleaning his weapons, not once looking at her. "You ok? Where's the kid?"

"Asleep."

Elora frowned at the emotions she sensed coming from Din - sadness, anger and something else she couldn't place.

"Hey if you wanna talk-" she yawned symbolically "you know where to find me."

"We're leaving tomorrow afternoon." he spoke in a rather icy tone that reminded her of when they first met.

When she buried herself under the blankets of the double bed, she pretended to be asleep while actually waiting for Din, but he never went to bed that night, at least not with her. Elora wondered if something had happened. Din had never behaved like that before and it worried her. After tossing and turning all night she decided to take a walk to clear her mind. Grogu, who was fast asleep in his closed pram, followed her. There were barely any lights, Elora sensed the tranquility that was lying over the settlement like a blanket and embraced it. She walked along the lakeside, staring at the reflection of the moons in the sky. One of them was almost too small to be seen, the other was a lot bigger and probably closer to Mandalore as well.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" A familiar voice brought Elora out of her thoughts, that belonged to none other than Atina.

"My homeworld doesn't have any moons. I think they're fascinating." Elora admitted.

"Concordia is a sight to behold, especially on starry nights like this. I heard your training with Glitch went well."

"He's a great teacher when it comes to lightsaber combat, but I prefer Bardan for advice regarding force stuff."

"Perhaps if you stayed you could become a great Jedi Master." Atina suggested, but Elora shook her head. "I have to free my mother, I don't have the time to become a master."

Atina hesitated with her following words. "Just because I found my father…" she sighed "I was just lucky, okay. I can't think of anybody who survived almost thirty years of prison labor, Elora. I want you to find your mother, I really do, but you should be prepared for the eventuality that she has passed away and they simply forgot to update the data of her case."

Atina put a comforting arm around her as the two women plopped down on the grass.

"I won't give up until I'm certain. She would have done the same for me."

"I don't know if this is the right time to tell you… but my buir and I…we're gonna leave Kyrimorut soon. We want to travel the Galaxy together, visit all the good places. He spent half a lifetime looking for me and never got to enjoy his own life. I'm sure we will see each other again soon, Elora. You have my comm frequency, should you need us."

They hugged for what felt like minutes before saying their goodbyes. Elora then took a different route back to the hut. Suddenly she sensed someone nearby, someone who was watching her, and it sure as hell wasn't Atina.

"Your partner stays on the ship, jetii. What are you doing out here during this hour?" Kal Skirata stepped around the corner. He managed to look intimidating despite his old age.

"Why do you care? I'm taking a walk if you haven't noticed already."

Kal tsked, glaring at her. "Do the words loyalty and solidarity mean anything to you?"

"Both are good and important things… Why do you ask?"

"Loyalty and solidarity are epitome of the Mandalorian code. I don't expect someone like you to be familiar with it."

"Mando called me mandokarla once, told me the word's meaning."

"Any Mandalorian would lay down their life when it comes to keeping their clan safe. As a jetii you must think of the greater good. If you had to choose between the survival of your clan, and the survival of an entire town you couldn't save your clan because it's against the Jedi code."

"What are you trying to tell me?"

"Mandalorians and jetii are too different. I've seen it with Venku's parents, I'm seeing it with you and Din Djarin. While an allyship may have its advantages, you will always be two polar opposites. There is no way to unite these cultures."

"But Kad is-"

"My grandson is a Mandalorian who is in the possession of his mother's lightsabers. He lives our ways just as well as most in this town. I've been keeping an eye on you since you arrived here, Elora. I see how close you are with Djarin. Uniting your cultures will only bring more damage than good. If you want to become his at some point, you must forsake the Jedi way in order to become what your clan needs."

Elora stood there at a loss for words, then heat began boiling in her stomach.

"You think you know me?! You think you know how I live only from watching me from afar?! I agree, our cultures are complete opposites and have a history of bloodshed, but we have a chance to be better! Traveling with Din made me realize things about myself I never knew. I'm not like the other Jedi, I would die to protect Din and the baby! Without them… I would be nothing but a Jawa collecting and selling scrap for little credits. I've become a better person since I'm with him, and whatever this is between us feels right. Maybe the way of my clan is a new one, and you're not going to be the one keeping me or Din from exploring that new way." She met his gaze, her hands balled to fists. Without further notice she turned on her heels and took a different path in the direction of where the Razor Crest was parked.

What an old fool. He's just afraid of what he doesn't understand.

When Kal had mentioned that Din stayed on the ship he hadn't been wrong. She found him fumbling with some wires in the Crest's wall around midnight. He seemed to be fixing something and if he had heard her coming on board, he was good at ignoring her presence.

"Need a hand?"

"No." he replied in a firm tone.

Elora raised her hands defensively. "Alright, sorry for asking. Seriously, what rancor pissed in your caf?! You've been acting rather strange lately."

She heard him mutter something unintelligible under his breath and sighed.

Suddenly Din jolted, sparks were flying and smoke was coming out of the opening in the wall.

"Shit! Are you hurt?!"

Din grunted and shook his head.

"I know you're not a man of many words, Din, but this is getting ridiculous!" There was no reaction to her words. "HEY!" With a determined look she grabbed his pauldron and pushed herself in the space between him and the wall.

"Talk to me!"

"Out of my way." Din was tense, his hands were balled into fists at his sides.

"Not before you tell me what has gotten into you!"

"Me? The real question is what has gotten into you? I know there are things I can't give you… show you. But you just met him this morning and suddenly you're behaving like you're about to drop on your knees for him any second-"

Elora frowned, then raised her brows in surprise. "Is… is this about my friendship with Glitch? Din, he's just that - a friend. Drop on my knees?! Are you out of your mind?! Before we came here you took me so hard I can still feel you in between my legs and you think that I would think about anyone else that way?!"

"Uh I-"

She put her palm on his helmet where his mouth would be. "Even assuming that I would… What that says about you is that you  have no trust in me, Din, and that really disappoints me. After everything we went through, you should know better!"

She wanted to step out of his way when he firmly grabbed her arm.

"He could give you things I can't. He can show you his face, you could live here, become happy with him in your own little home. I was- I am insecure, afraid that you will find someone better. It's selfish, you only deserve the best. All these emotions you set free in me are…confusing. Never have I felt for someone what I feel for you."

"We'll figure these feelings out together. And I already have my little home on board this old hunk of junk, with you and the kid. You are my life right now, with or without your helmet. I sense the conflict in you, please allow me to help you work through it."

"I saw you with him, and you seemed so close. I became jealous and I'm sorry for making you think I don't trust you. I should know better."

"Hey… if I saw you being super friendly with a woman you'd just met, I think I'd be a little jelly too. Sometimes hormones kiss our rational thinking goodbye." Elora smiled and pulled the pauldrons off Din's shoulders.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Why so surprised? Don't you wanna show me who I belong to?"

Din groaned at her words, but cocked his head as he processed them. "I never asked you if you'd want to be my girl. Officially I mean…"

"You don't have to ask? I thought that we've been an item ever since Naboo? Of course I'm your girl, as long as you'll have me."

Under his helmet Din smiled in disbelief. "Same goes for me, cyare. Let's see where this relationship takes us."

"How about your bed for now?" she smirked, until Din put his hands on her hips and guided her backwards against the bulkhead.

"Oh that can be arranged." he chuckled, helping her take off her blue tunic. She pulled off his gloves and sighed in contentment when she felt his large warm hands on her bare skin. She waited for his approval before she unfastened his pauldrons and chest plate, leaving him in a dark brown duraweave tunic.

Meanwhile he could barely avert his gaze from her bare chest, brushing his thumbs over her hardened buds and teasing them with his touch.

"You're so fucking beautiful, my dear."

Elora chuckled at his words and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

As much as Din wanted to remove his helmet to have his way with her, he wanted her to be able to see what he was doing. So he kept it on and turned her around to face the bulkhead.

"Tell me you want this." his modulated voice spoke into her ear while his hands went down to her underwear.

"I want you, Din. Only you and nobody else!"

He still couldn't believe it. Din had never gotten his hopes up to meet a potential partner and there he was with a remarkable woman who longed for his touch and his love - and he was eager to give her both.

He pulled her panties down and one hand started rubbing tight circles around her clit while the other massaged the tense muscles of her back.

Elora gasped at the feeling and threw her head back, resting it against his collarbone. His thumb continued rubbing her clit, with his other fingers he spread the wetness between her thighs and slid into her wet heat, curling them to hit her sweet spot.

Elora whined close to his ear, her breathing became labored. She kissed the little bit of skin that was showing between his shawl and his helmet.

"So wet for me, sweet girl. All for me?"

"Of course, only for you! Stars, Din! Need you… inside of me. Please!"

Din chucked and quickened the pace of his fingers on her clit and in her core. "So eager today, mesh'la. I need you to cum first, okay? Can you do that, hm?"

"Yes, Din, yes I can!"

"Good girl." With each of these words his fingers hit her sweet spot particularly hard. Elora's vision went white and the heat of his touch spread to every part of her body. With a moan that sounded through the hull she came on his fingers.

"That's it, cum for me!"

She turned her head and gently bit his neck to suppress any more noises to not wake the baby. Din grunted and his fingers left her, only to pick her up and carry her to his cot.

"You're wearing too many clothes." Elora pulled him on top of her and unfastened his chest plate while he worked on his thigh guards. Accidentally the chestplate slid out of Elora's hand and clattered to the floor.

"Sorry about that, I know how much your armor means to you."

"S' okay, cyar'ika. Here, let me do this." He unfastened the remaining pieces of beskar, safe for his helmet, and took off his clothing piece by piece until they were both completely undressed. His hard length was leaking precum. He took himself in hand, pumping a few times and gathered some of her slick with the tip of his cock before he gently pushed into her.

Elora hissed at the burning sensation his cock caused for a short moment. Din was very well endowed and filled her to the brim, hitting her sweet spot just right while he took her legs and pulled her to the edge of his cot, filling her out even more.

"Why a-are you s-so tight? Stars, you feel so good mesh'la, so fucking good."

His words of praise aroused Elora even more, she grabbed the sheet she was lying on firmly. He pounded into her pussy in a steady pace, loving the feeling of her throbbing walls around his cock. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, she pushed him even deeper inside her that she didn't think was possible.

Din rested his cold helmet against her forehead as he increased his pace. Elora's hands moved to his back as her next orgasm approached quickly. Her fingers left red marks as her orgasm washed over her.

Din's hips stuttered and he groaned. "I'm close. Where, cyare?"

"Inside!"

Several hard thrusts later the coil snapped and Din came hard, filling her up with his hot cum. Out of breath, he remained in that position until the last rope of his essence was inside her.

"Fuck, Din! That was so hot."

Din pulled out and searched for his underwear and pants. "You should take a shower. I would join you, but if we use more fabric of my cape to cover your eyes, it will no longer be a cape before I can buy a new one…"

"That's fine, really. You're right, a shower is exactly what I need."

As Elora got up to go to the 'fresher she felt their combined release dribble down her thighs, a feeling that sparked new arousal in her gut. Under the shower she tried to think of a way to do something for him in return to the great sex they just had.

Meanwhile Din put his clothing back on, changed the sheet, and checked on the sleeping baby once more before lying down to wait for his girlfriend.

He still couldn't believe she was now his. Well, they weren't married, but making it official seemed like a good first step to him. He wanted her and she wanted him too, despite being so different from each other, it was really that simple.

I never should have wasted my thoughts on that clone. She reciprocates my feelings, I shouldn't have been too blind to see this.

When she crawled in his cot with still damp hair, Din pulled her on top of him and relaxed. She always fell asleep so fast, it astounded him somewhat. Feeling her even heartbeat on his still bare chest made him hold her a little tighter as if she could slip away any second. He had been alone for so long, he had forgotten how good it feels to have someone close. Through his helmet he caught a slight whiff of the scent of his shampoo from her hair and he felt warmth flood his body at the fact she smelled like him. This was one of the rare nights Din fell asleep with a smile on his face - one he wished he could have every night for the rest of his life.

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a/n: The next chapter will be a little bit canon compliant, but don't worry, Elora will continue to change the plot significantly!

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Bad Bounty Chapter One: Reunion

Sergeant Hunter x Fem! Bounty Hunter

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Maybe mutual pining? Nothing too gross.

A/N: hunter was already attractive in season 7, but i managed to suppress my feelings for an ANIMATED character. alas, the bad batch has cursed me and i have finally accepted that he is my latest comfort character.

“You hold onto friends by keeping your heart a little softer than your head.”

“Clone Force 99. Welcome back, ” Commander Cody extends a hand to Hunter who firmly shakes it.

“Apologies for showing up late, we-”

“Got stuck handling some unexpected complications during a mission. I understand Sergeant Hunter,” Cody winks.

“What have you got for us this time Commander?” Crosshair mumbles, twisting his toothpick around between his teeth.

“This one is going to be a bit different boys. It’s not exactly…sanctioned by the GAR. Let’s call it a favor for an old friend of mine.”

Crosshair straightens up, suspicious of Cody’s statement, “We may bend the rules from time to time, but we don’t do favors.”

“This is an efficient mission that ultimately will aid us in the war, provide you some easy target practice…and helps me relieve an old debt I have to pay.”

“Is there a reason you can’t do this yourself?” Hunter questions.

“We’ve been called into battle. Besides, this separatist encampment is one we have failed to infiltrate time and time again,” Cody responds.

Hunter shifts, struggling to comprehend where this is going, “What does attacking a separatist encampment have to do with repaying a debt?”

“There is a Senator stationed on Drahgor III…a corrupt senator at that. One who has a significant bounty on his head. My dear old friend is a bounty hunter I met on Ord Mantell. Your job will be to take out the clankers and retrieve any data you can from the main database. Meanwhile, my bounty hunter friend will secure the bounty and you’ll go your separate ways.”

“Who is this Bounty Hunter?” Crosshair inquires.

“Glad you asked,” Cody exclaims, “Y/N!”

The clone troopers twirl around to see you approaching them. Your manner is conservative yet confident. One thing you have become an expert at is never striving for attention. Instead, your presence demands it.

You nod at the troopers, “Clone Force 99, it is a pleasure to be working with you.”

Surveying the team, your eyes first fall on Crosshair. His distrusting look reaffirms the defense you raised long before wandering onto the landing platform.

Gotta keep an eye on that one.

Next, you glance over to Wrecker. A massive lug of a man, but he has the noticeable demeanor of a gentle giant. Something about him reminds you of a plush toy you once owned as a child.

Tech catches your attention next. He is clearly the intuitive one. He will either be a pain to deal with, or a beneficial asset.

At last, your eyes meet Hunter’s. Such a tiny gesture of nothingness feels like you’ve just been thrust into a timeless world of something far more significant. You quickly dismiss your gaze, but soon find your eyes wandering back to him. His eyes are already on you.

Tech quickly picks up on your silent interaction and nudges Hunter to break him of his trance. Hunter quickly snaps out of it and clears his throat. He is dumbstruck by his response. His heart beats recklessly.

Taking note of his counterpart’s vitals, Tech is left unsettled by the quickening of Hunter’s heart rate. “Hunter, I need you to focus on your breathing. Your heart rate is abnormally high.”

Setting your sight once more on the rugged clone trooper, you catch the ever-changing hue of his cheek…the one that isn’t covered in dark ink. A hint of red paints his untouched skin.

He clears his throat, “Erm-thank you for alerting me Tech. I’ll be aboard the ship.”

Cody shrugs his shoulders at you, “I guess you’ll brief them on the ship. Have a safe trip.”

“Thank you Cody, ” you clap him on the shoulder and follow the rogue crews lead onto their ship.

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𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚢

“Where are we going to go? We need somewhere we can set up camp that isn’t easily tracked, ” Echo declares.

“There is one place I can think of, but I’m not sure that Hunter will be a fan of the location, ” Tech announces apprehensively.

Hunter lets out a groan and tightens his fist.

Wrecker laughs, “Hunter doesn’t like this idea! Which means I like it even more!”

Glaring at Wrecker, Hunter abruptly stands and stomps off into the cockpit.

“Where is it?” Echo inquires. He leans in, intrigued by the atmosphere that has suddenly befallen the Marauder.

“Let’s just say…we’d have to get help from an old friend.”

“Ha! An old friend!?” Wrecker blurts out, “Try an old fla-”

“That’s enough, ” Hunter commands, having regained his composure, “We will attempt to make contact this evening and if we have no response by the morning, we will seek out other options.”

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All night Hunter stayed up, much to the dismay of his crewmates, awaiting an incoming communication. His mind told him that it would never come through; his heart made him believe…or at least hope otherwise.

He stretches his arms into the air, releasing a hardy yawn. Tech enters the cockpit, “Anything?”

“Nothing, ” Hunter responds with a hint of despair clouding his words.

Just then, a muffled echo transmits through the comms unit. Hunter nearly falls out of the captain’s chair as he scrambles to the commlink.

“This is Phoenix 178095 trying to contact Clone Force 99. I repeat, this is Phoenix 1780-“

“Copy Phoenix 178095, this is Clone Force 99,” Hunter announces almost frantically.

The only response is silence…until, “Hunter? Hunter, is that you?”

The rugged clones grasp on the comlink tightens, and he touches it to his forehead. His eyes are locked shut, his breath unsteady.

“Yes. It’s me.”

You hear his guttural voice and suddenly, your memories which you’ve strived to suppress come flooding back, knocking the wind out of you.

Attempting to swallow the lump that insists on crowding your throat, you press down the transmitter button, but fail to express your thoughts.

“What?” A menacing voice echoes out, “Lothcat got your tongue?”

You chuckle, pressing the comlink to your forehead, “well if it isn’t my favorite piston head.” Piston head, a nickname you have used to refer to Crosshair for as long as you can remember. You find it fitting because term is in reference to a droid, similar to the droid-like manner in which Crosshair carries himself.

“So!” Shouts a third, brooding and somewhat childish voice, “Are we bunking with you or what?”

“Yes Wrecker, you are more than welcome to stay here.”

“Thank you, ” Hunter softly says into the comm’s mic. His voice still brings warmth to your soul, although the communicator slightly alters it.

“Get here safely.”

“Always do.”

“I know, ” you affirm and disconnect the commlink.

Looking around at the empty room, which mere seconds ago was filled with the sound of your closest friends’ voices, you feel once again plagued by loneliness.

It has been nearly three years since you last spoke to them. Choosing to once again shove your feelings down deep inside you, rather than let the pain consume you, you prepare for their arrival.

++++

“Maybe one day we will meet again, when all of this is over. Perhaps then we will have the freedom to say all that we have long held in, ” you exhaust yourself in the effort to fight back the words that are bottled up inside of you.

A void and emotionless, expression spans across his face as he finally acknowledges the weight of the moment. A single tear threatens to spill over, and he clenches his fist to fight back the giant hole that is forming in his heart.

“Y/N, ” he utters, “I-”

“Hunter! It’s time for us to go, ” Tech calls out.

++++

Your entire body jerks to a standstill when you hear the hum of their ship landing.

Hunter feels a sudden sickening sensation throughout his body.

“Deep breaths, brother. You don’t want your little reunion to be overruled by sweaty palms and rosy cheeks, ” Crosshair teases.

Hunter groans, “We are here for a short period of time until we can safely get back to Kamino. Until then, this is strictly business as usual.”

“Whatever you say Hunter,” he flicks his toothpick into the garbage receptacle with perfect aim.

The leader of the clone force, known for being courageous, daring, and valiant has abruptly shifted to a timid and uncertain man. But that’s just it. He felt like a man. A feeling only familiar when around you. Every other day of the rotation, he is merely a defective clone—a misfit who despite his enhanced abilities, is thrown into combat, aware of the fact that he is completely dispensable. Because he is merely one of hundreds of thousands of others just like him, he feels like he is just another carbon copy dispersed off of a factory line. Yet, around you, he never felt that way.

He watches out the cockpit window and sees you emerge from your homestead. His heart somersaults.

“Shall we disembark Hunter?” Tech asks.

He nods.

You are so lost in your thoughts that you hardly notice the troopers exiting their ship. It isn’t until Wrecker has scooped you up into his arms that you are jostled back to reality.

“Wreck!” You cry out in excitement as you wrap your arms around him.

Crosshair lends you a wink that you flirtatiously mirror. It’s always fun seeing him fight back a cheeky grin.

Tech is clearly holding back, so you eagerly close the distance between you two and envelope him in your arms. Initially, he hesitates but rapidly works up the bravery to reciprocate.

Chuckling at his hold on you, you tease, “I don’t know who gives the stronger hugs! You, or Wrecker.” He quickly releases you and straightens his glasses.

“Who’s this?” You motion towards the pale, almost sickly-looking clone. In fact, he looks more like a machine than a clone.

“I’m Echo, ” he extends his hand to you. Accepting it, you introduce yourself in return.

Hunter appears from behind the group. Suddenly, you lose the ability to think straight, let alone speak. His eyes meet yours and you share a somber smile. Each taking a step toward each other, you close the distance between you. Unable to resist any longer, you throw your arms around him, drawing him tightly to you.

For a moment, he stands frozen. Hunter has imagined the feeling of taking you into his arms again more than he would like to admit. At last, he pushes his thoughts aside and encircles your waist with his strong embrace.

You can feel his heartbeat slowly accelerate; at least your heart isn’t the only one threatening to beat out of your chest. You seemingly melt into each other. His hands softly tracing circles on your lower back.

Knowing that this moment cannot last as long as you’d both like, you hesitantly pull away from him. His hands grip at your hips as if he is begging you to not stray from his grasp. Your heart yearns to pull him back into your embrace and to stay there with him forever.

Becoming aware of the world around you once again, you feel your face flush into a crimson red.

“Why are they just standing there like that?” Wrecker leans down to whisper to Tech.

“Sometimes, the most important messages do not need to be said with words,” he responds softly.

[lady-literature]

Accidental Crime Boss Marinette

Okay so,, I have this AU in my head, right? (not surprised) and I’m lacking any real direction for it (still not surprised) but it basically goes like this:

Marinette moves to Gotham.

She’s drawn there for whatever reason and the kwami are saying something about balance and being a Guardian and her sacred duty and something but Marinette isn’t really listening. She’s too busy trying to find a shop front where she can open a bakery without having to worry about getting mugged every time she steps outside.

Chloé comes with her, obviously, because they’re friends and Chloé has a business degree she puts to good use actually running Mari’s bakery and online boutique while Mari gets to bake and fuck around basically. Adrien, Luka and Kagami are not there, but that’s mostly because they travel too much to settle down and keeping an empty apartment in Gotham is just asking for trouble.

Kagami is a world-renowned fencer and Luka travels the world for his music company. Not touring, but soaking up cultures and ways of life so he can make soundtracks to movies and tv shows. Providing the background and life to a film is more his style than touring the world ala his father, Jagged Stone.

Adrien is having the time of his life being Kagami’s trophy husband. He has no pressing responsibilities he doesn’t take on for himself and he gets to fuck with the world’s elite with little to no consequences. He spends most of his days donating far too much money to charities and orphanages and then causing minor scandals that land him on the cover of magazines.

He has much the same kind of ‘dumbass with a heart of gold’ persona to the media as Bruce Wayne does, only without the playboy bits.

(There is a wall in the back of the bakery, where Chloé and Mari carefully cut out and frame every headline and ridiculous picture Adrien has. He is very much delighted when he learns about his ‘wall of fame’.)

Anyway, Marinette finds herself with a bakery not overly far from crime alley, much to Chloé’s chagrin.

(“What do you mean it ‘just felt right’?! I swear to kwami, DC, you’re going to get us robbed and sold into slavery.”)

They do not get sold into salvery.

In fact, despite their less than stellar choice of locale, they do pretty well for themselves. The only problems they have (according to Chloé) is the army of children Marinette accidentally attracted.

When asked, Marinette tells everyone that it was an accident. Meanwhile, Chloé, standing behind her, will shake her head and insist there was literally never any other option for them the moment that first kid came in looking to nab some cash and a few pastries.

Mari lives by the phrases, ‘kindness breeds more kindness’ and ‘do unto others’ and all that other nice person shit. Chloé just lets Mari pseudo-adopt her strays and makes sure that they don’t steal anything too important in the time it takes her to gain their loyalty.

The kwami stay staunchly out of any arguments involving the kids (and eventually the homeless all along their street and every working girl in a five-block radius). They do so with a special brand of amusement that never means good things for either of them. (After all, the last time the kwami looked that amused, they moved to Gotham.)

The first kid is named Serrure, as Marinette comes to learn over the next month after he returns again and again, getting closer and closer like a feral cat. Other kids come during that time, all of them too small and too thin and too guarded for Mari's tastes. She wants to wrap them all up and tuck them into bed but she can’t. She has to be patient, has to be gentle. These kids are just as likely to bite her hand as they are to accept help.

Serrure becomes an almost permanent fixture at the bakery after that first month. Mari’s not quite sure what she did to get through to him, but she did, she supposes. He can’t be much older than eleven and looks nine, but after getting settled, she and Chloé discover this little slip of a boy is just as mischievous as Trixx and has all the dramatics of their favorite black cat.

The kwami, when talking about him, only refer to Serrure as Loki, even after Marinette scolds them for it. She eventually gives up trying to correct them, it’s not like Serrure talks to them anyway(yet)((that she knows of)).

There’s an apartment above the bakery, which is where Chloé and Mari and all her strays that grow to trust her enough live. It’s three bedrooms, and at first, Mari just buys as many bunk beds as she can fit into the spare room and calls it a day. The kids feel safe in her home, which isn’t too surprising. Everyone thinks the bakery feels safe, feels like home or comfort or whatever else eases their minds.

And Marinette should hopes so. She certainly put enough time and effort and magic and energy into the wards around this place for that to happen. To protect her and the children and all her strays that no one else will help.

But, she eventually amasses too many kids to fit into the one room. Chloé throws a fit about having to share with Mari again—“I had enough of that in university thank you very much”—but she relinquishes easily enough.

Mari buys more bunk beds, and Serrure has taken to sneaking into her room to curl up in her bed anyway, and sometimes the smaller kids who have nightmares will come in and pile on as well.

(There are only a few that Chloé will allow to do the same with her. It is considered a high honor and breeds a playful kind of jealousy that Chloé finds amusing. Mari scolds her for pitting the kids against each other.)

That only lasts them another two months.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Chloé tells her one day before the kids wake up. Mari is at the stove, cooking and baking for a small army while Chloé balances the books. “There’s not enough room for us all, DC, and the only reason someone hasn’t come barrelling down on us about the abundance of children is by the grace of your absurd amount of luck.”

“Well I can’t just kick them out, Queenie! What do you want from me?”

“Either we need to buy more real estate in this city—which I’d rather not do—or you open up the grimoire and start building pocket dimensions. I know you can. I’ve read the chapter.”

Marinette looks at her. “That is such a bad idea.”

They do the idea.

And then Mari adds about a thousand more wards to the bakery, carved into the wood and counter and anything that’s a permanent fixture. Doorways become particularly ward heavy, what with them being the entrances and exits to the hidden realms and children’s’ rooms.

The apartment above the bakery isn’t quite infinite but it gets pretty damn close some days.

This also means, of course, that all the kids definitely know about magic now. Some of them—Serrure—have known about it for a while she knows, but it’s different now. The kwami followed her around most of the time and she doesn’t keep them trapped in the Miracle Box like Fu did, but now that the kids know, they don’t bother staying hidden.

The children, at least, love them and the kwami adore them with all the ferocity a god can give. After Chloé gets over her ‘ew children’ phase, she throws herself into their education (on top of actually running the businesses Mari keeps, mind you). She has the help of the kwami, who act as personal tutors to the children, and it’s not long before the kids start to joke about her being the Principal.

(Some tried to call her Warden, but that joke didn’t last long.)

Marinette has also been telling the kids bedtime stories ever since this started. Old stories of the Guardian and Chosens who fought back the darkness, she shares all she knows of the Orders history with these kids and it’s not until Wayzz points it out to her does she realize what she’s doing.

“Ladybugs are known for renewal. It is no surprise that you are rebuilding what was lost.”

Rebuilding the Order using children was certainly not her intention but, well. She supposes there’s no place safer for her kids than what is shaping up to be the new Miracle Temple. It’s the only haven where they can learn to harness their Gifts and powers, it’s the only place where they can be surrounded by others like them without being thrust into superhero-dom.

Context: about a month into this whole circus, Marinette had realized there was a significant—almost all of them really—amount of metas and Gifted in her little hoard of strays. Which is… odd. Especially with how few metas there are in Gotham.

She had asked the kwami about it, and they have that amused look again. “You are their guardian.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re their guardian. True, you are the Guardian of us, of the ancient ways, but you are a guardian at your soul too. You protect what is yours, and they are yours whether you realise it or not. The children can sense that, so they flock to you.”

And, huh. She supposes that makes sense but that’s also really kind of strange and weird and she doesn't want to think about that anymore actually.

So things are… fine, Marinette supposes. The bakery is doing well, and she has about two dozen-plus helpers running around underfoot to help tend to the customers or run to the store or help in the back with the baking. And every kid of hers has new clothes, their street things thrown out for being too ragged and replaced with something fresh made by Marinette’s own hands.

She embroiders little fairy wings into the clothes normally, because that’s what her cloaked wards look like most times and the kids like it and its technically the logo for the bakery and there’s a million reasons she does it.

It is, perhaps, her first mistake.

(“It was certainly not your first,” Chloé will snark one dayin the future.)

Because now Marinette has an army of magical children learning to wield their powers and not fear them and they’re all wearing what can be considered her insignia and uh oh, it looks a lot like Mari is some sort of up and coming mob boss who uses kids and prostitutes and the homeless as runners. People on the street start calling her the Pixie, start referring to Chloé—her second in all things just as Chat had been her equal—as Wasp, as Yellowjacket, as the Unseelie.

(They cannot seem to pick a name for her, but Pixie is all but engraved in stone. Mari is not sure who coined it, and she doesn't think she wants to know.)

The first time the whole situation is brought to her attention, she punches the idiot who dared even imply such a thing so hard she knocks him out.

Because look. The kids are hers right? And she watches out for the people near her, makes sure the working girls are treated as well as they can be and offers the homeless extra food and a dry place to wait out the storm. She offers her hand and gives them all a place to rest, to eat, to exist without expectations or consequences.

She does that because she’s kind, because it hurts her to see people in need, to see them suffer, not because she’s hoping to gain something from it.

The fact that most of them repay her in gossip or information or bend her ear about the newest goings on in the corrupt elite or filthy underworld is strange, yes, but it’s nice to know what’s going on in the city, she supposes. And one time, Kathy, who works on the corner of Brookes and Gilmore, warned her of a drug raid that saved her an unnecessary trip to the police station so it’s not like it doesn't have it’s uses.

But mostly, Mari doesn't really think about all the information that’s unintentionally or otherwise passed onto her. She remembers it all, because it’s rude not to listen when people talk to her, but nothing comes of normally.

Not until Serrure—now twelve and well versed in the magic of illusions and glamors and knows almost as much about this city as her or the Bats—bursts into the bakery one day and grabs Mari away from the front counter right in the middle of a customer ordering. She should, perhaps, be a little angry at that but Tony, one of the older boys and just shy of sixteen, steps into her place almost immediately, so.

And then Serrure speaks and everything is pushed aside in favour of the next words to fall from his lips.

“Someone took Sophie,” he says and she nearly sees red.

After Serrure, Sophie has been here the longest. She is the youngest of them all, only seven, but oh so clever and kind and while she looks nothing like her, everyone calls her Mini-Mari. If Serrure is her beloved first son, Sophie is her treasured daughter.

She’s out the door in the next moment, storming her way to their base. She has Sophie and a handful of extra kids back by sunset, a little frightened, but no worse for wear. She doesn’t make a big deal out of it, besides making sure that the idiots who dared cross her never do so again, but word gets out.

Soon, her kids and teens and adults begin giving her more than just information, they begin giving her problems. Ones she’s meant to fix because she’s Pixie. She’s safety, she’s protection, she’s the one the people start to turn to for help.

And enter stage left, one Jason Todd who’s all snark and charm and smiles wrapped up in a nice leather bow and tall enough that Mari likely could climb him like a tree. If that was something she wanted, she guesses.

(She wants. She just won’t admit.)

He becomes a regular at the bakery and befriends most of her kids.

Mari’s wary when he first takes an interest in them. They’ve been hurt and a lot of them are still adjusting to being safe and it doesn't matter that this man is hot enough to burn, if he steps even a toe out of line with her kids she’ll make him wish he was never even born.

But, she stops worrying eventually. The kwami like him well enough, but seem to think something’s odd about him—but its Gotham, who isn’t strange?—and both Serrure and Sophie take to him like ducks to water and they’re both good judges of character.

There’s a certain intuition they both have that reminds Marinette just a bit too much about herself and pure magic. Not for the first time does she wonder if they got such strong magic from their parents or if it cropped up in them randomly, fostered by fortune and chance and the magic that’s so deeply seeped into the bones of her bakery it’ll be here long after she’s gone.

And, okay, so she was a little right to be wary because Jason was mostly there to investigate her. Far too many people respect her and are loyal to her and she has a veritable orphanage in her pocket and also Harley and Ivy like her and it just- it doesn’t look good right?

But Jason’s a good detective and it doesn't take him long at all to see that Mari is just as sweet and kind and loving as she appears to be. Not long after that, Red Hood declares Pixie and all of hers, under his protection. She, of course, is more than capable of taking care of her and hers, and the underworld knows this, has seen it, but he does it anyway.

The news, of course, gets back to Mari and she is… confused. Why would the Red Hood do something like that? She’s heard talk of him being sweet on kids, but to claim her? They’ve never even met.

Bonus points for Jason being there when she’s told about it. He kind of raises his eyebrow at her because, huh, that was fast, and then spends the next few minutes talking up the Red Hood to her much to her utter bafflement.

He actually keeps doing that too, talking up the Red Hood. Mari thinks he has a crush on the man for the longest time because of it. Until he reveals he is Red Hood, then she just wants to punch his stupidly handsome face for being such an idiot.

Shit happens from there and things go down and the two spend a couple of months dancing around each other and intentionally and unintentionally ruling the criminal underworld and at one point Marinette definitely punches Bruce and Batman in the face—separately, much to Jason’s unending joy—and she also definitely adopts Duke/Signal as well because that poor boy needs to know he’s not alone.

And it’s just them being domestic and badass and lowkey raising an army of children and falling in love while the kwami and the kids and Chloé are all in the background just yelling at them to get together already!

Which, they do. Eventually. After all the secrets come out and Jason knows about the magic and Order and meets Mari’s other friends, ie Kagami, Luka and Adrien who are all intimidating for wildly different reasons. And Mari finds out that Jason died and came back (which earns him the nickname firebird btw) and that he was a Robin once upon a time but is now Red Hood and oh my kwami it all makes sense now.

Jason confesses like three times via classic Victorian romance novel quotes because he’s a fucking literature nerd but it’s not until he basically spells it out for Mari does she really understand. it’s all very sweet and heartwarming and then the pair duck into one of the empty pocket dimensions they have lying around and aren’t seen for three days.

(No one really goes to look for them tbh)

Chloé definitely teases them about early honeymoons and things but besides the two being even more ridiculously lovey-dovey than usual, life goes back to normal. Or as normal as it gets for them. 

And they all live happily ever after the end.

[dark-visitors]

Yeeeeeeeeeeees! I need 100k words of Wyclair causing havoc within pack Sinclair. Wyclair being a rare ship is causing me emotional distress at this point.

Tyler being salty when they first get there because Wednesday gets to stay in Enid’s room while he’s forced to bunk with Enid’s brothers. And Wednesday being Wednesday makes sure to rub salt in the wound, being extra flirty with Enid and dropping innuendos like they’re going out of fashion. He tries to sneak his way in late at night only to be caught by Murray who silently places a hand on the back of Tyler’s neck (not so firm that it hurts but firm enough that it gets the point across of scaring the shit out of him) and turning him back towards his own room never saying a thing.

Wednesday and Murray sit next to each other, not saying a single word for several hours. Enid loves it ‘cause they’re bonding in their own weird way.

Meanwhile Enid’s brother keep trying to get Tyler to fight them. But he can’t because Enid would be mad. Only when he explains that he just gets bullied for being whipped by their little sister. Tyler then points out all the scars he got from fighting Enid before Laurels hold broke only for it to backfire even more when they start making fun of him for losing a fight to a girl.

Tyler’s straight up not having a good time. And it gets worse when one of Enid’s brothers starts flirting with Wednesday in front of him and he can’t do anything to stop it. Wednesday a mixture of annoyed and oblivious and Tylers about ready to give in and fight them just to prove that none of them were good enough for Wednesday even if she was single. But then Enid (jealous girlfriend and a festering pit a suppressed rage due to dealing with her mother) beats him to it. Enid wins. They stop making fun of Tyler for losing to a girl.

Enid being annoyed at all the toxic masculinity. Tyler would never hurt her on purpose and she makes sure to make that clear to all of them. Only then he “does” and with her “best friend” after they PROMISED THEY WOULD CONTROL THEMSELVES. And she’s about ready to leave him to the wolves… literally (she doesn’t obvi but she’s pissed and now she has to come out and explain how a three-way relationship works to an increasingly angered Esther). Wednesday’s annoyed both at not getting to see Tyler fight a pack of Werewolves but also because even after that incredibly awkward relationship reveal Esther still refers to Wednesday as Enid’s friend. Enid has to stop Wednesday from detailing their sex life at the dinner table just to prove a point.

Also Murray 100% knew all along he just never said anything. He knows his daughter and the way she looks at the Addams girl isn’t so different to the way she looks at her boyfriend and they aren’t exactly subtle. The rest of them are just dense (her brothers) or don’t see Enid dating a girl as a possibility (Esther). But he figured Wednesday couldn’t get his baby girl pregnant if he let them share a bed and Wyler getting caught “cheating” was as good a time as any to scare the living daylight out of the boy in case his eyes ever did wander (Murray and Gomez laugh about it years later… in front of Tyler as he sits there nervously sweating as they joke about murdering him if he ever hurts their only daughters. It’s not a joke and they all know it).

Actually I need to see Murray, Gomez and Donovan awkwardly conversing with each other at a family bbq because their unhinged children have made them family. Don can barely handle Wednesday and Enid on top of Tyler and now he’s been thrown in with their crazy families and they are STRESSING HIM OUT.

Esther: Look me in the eye and tell me that you’re not in love with those despicable teenage felons.

Enid: *staring longingly at Wyler across the quad* I’m not in love with Tyler and Wednesday.

Esther: Your eyes are nowhere near mine.

[kittydemon9000]

Okay so I was thinking about ToE and had ideas to add for my Not Today Destiny AU(tl:dr, Kai keeps Lloyd’s Green Ninja status secret from everyone and how canon is affected from there)

Also, before we get into it, because there was no Overlord messing with tech, THERE IS NO LOVE TRIANGLE! I am fully subscribed to the theory that the Overlord messed with it in order to split the team up, and it’s stupid that it worked. So no Love Triangle and no Jay Cole Fight. That’s important later.

ANYWAY, with Zane not dead they’d be a bit less desperate to go to the island, and without that incentive of keeping quiet they’d probably immediately go talk to Wu about this weird invite and the fact that other Elemental Masters existed.

Wu would fill them in, explain how Chen was definitely up to something, which has them all go in the first place, and Nya and Wu agree to stay behind to watch Lloyd and defend against Garmadon.

How does this exactly tie into this AU? Well, there were two extra letters sent, one to Kai and Lloyd respectively.

Lloyd’s letter explained how he was also being invited, and if he won he would be awarded some info about his mom. Lloyd knows the ninja would never let him go, so he opts to sneak there and then explain. Better to ask apologies than permission. But don’t worry, he left a note for Nya and Wu

Meanwhile, Kai’s explains how they have found knowledge of who the Green Ninja is, and if he wins he’ll get that info and can do whatever he wants with it.

These two are connected and also important later.

They go to the boat, Nya gets them some hidden trackers to be safe, Kai is secretly freaking out since “How the heck does Chen know???” and then Lloyd sneaks on too. Now, at first everyone just thinks Lloyd is just really short and keeps to himself. It’s not until they land and get to the main room that it finally clicks to Kai that it’s Lloyd when Chen points him out as the Master of Energy.

He of course, is very not happy that Lloyd is here and makes that very well known. The other ninja are equally unhappy while the rest of the EM’s are given a slight Moral Dilemma since yes they want to win, but that means there’s a chance of them fighting a literal child(it’s been….almost a year since they first met Lloyd so he’s about 10 right now).

Lloyd’s room is next to Kai’s, just on the other side so he still shares a balcony space with Skylor. Maybe one of the other EM’s finds Lloyd desperately looking for a Jade Blade and “accidentally” drops it so he can pass.

Later when Karlof is dropped through the floor more than a few cast a glance over to Lloyd, each silently dreading who will have to go against him. Nobody comments when Kai holds Lloyd close and if anyone saw Lloyd sneaking into Kai’s room that night, they didn’t say anything.

It’s that night when Lloyd explains why he came, which makes Kai panic even more. On one hand, he cannot let anyone else find out about Lloyd’s Destiny. But on the other….Lloyd could finally get answers for what happened to his mom unlike Kai who has no idea what happened to his parents

So yeah. Not a fun time.

But it only gets worse from there.

You see, at first each of the ninja let out a silent sigh of relief when they learned they wouldn’t have to fight Lloyd.

Wellllllllll since there’s no Love Triangle and no fighting between Cole and Jay, Chen has no reason to pit them against each other to further split up the ninja.

What he does instead? Changes things so instead it’s Kai vs Lloyd

Now, it’s plainly obvious to everyone that those two are very close, so they’re not looking froward to this next fight at all. Camille honestly isn’t sure if this is better or worse than if she had to go against him

At first, their fight is mostly a verbal one, trying to get the other to take the Jade Blade, with only the occasionally very wide shot to try and herd the other toward the Blade. At some point Kai ends up physically picking up Lloyd and trying to carry him over to the Jade Blade, yelling about how Lloyd has a chance to find his mom and he shouldn’t that up, but Lloyd is fighting him and immediately yells back that he doesn’t want to find her at the cost of his Big Brother and god if that isn’t a knife in the heart of the other EMs.

But Chen, being the bastard he is, decides this is boring because it’s going no where and release the bikes like canon, and then these two fight like a well oiled machine. 

But ofc, we can’t have nice things and the arena starts falling apart.

And Kai….as much as he’s terrified of Lloyd’s Destiny, he even more terrified of loosing Lloyd.

So with a bright smile and a good luck wish, he jumps.

That night when Chen takes away their rooms as punishment, none of them can be mad. They don’t comment either when the remaining ninja drag two of the bunk beds together a curl up around Lloyd. Instead of splitting them apart, it only lets them know that Chen is not their friend. He sees all of this as a game, going as far as to lure a child here with promises of finding his mother and making him fight the family he has left. 

This actually makes their Elemental Alliance work out better this time.

(Also this time Jay fought Ash, then Cole fought Camille(I’m also 99% sure the skating thing was just another attempt to split them up, so again it’s kinda useless here).

Meanwhile Kai does not have a fun time. Clouse is upset since 1) the plan was for Lloyd to be the one to loose, either by Kai winning or making Lloyd fall, since because he’s the green ninja he’s bound to be powerful and 2) because Skylor got attached to this stranger and Chen ordered him to make Kai useful to them. So now he’s trying to keep a very annoying, very loud prisoner while waiting from the Master of Mind to be captured so he can use those powers to make Kai more docile.

Unfortunately, a side affect of Kai being as loud and obnoxious as possible means he spends a lot of his time knocked out, so he has no idea how long he’s been stuck under or if any of his family are stuck under here too. At the very least he shares a wall with Karlof who tries his best to fill him in(when he learns who Kai was made to fight he also gets pretty pissed).

Later when they’re all dropped from the plane, all of them are quick to make sure Lloyd has a parachute. This time the objective is to a “Safe Zone,” but there’s only enough for four of them. However, the Safe Zones are, unsurprisingly, traps and there’s enough for everyone. Once you step in one, it descends, then vengestone cuffs fly out and trap the Master inside.

Skylor ends up finding Lloyd and offers to help him look for one. They end up talking and joking, Lloyd saying how Kai has an enormous crush on her and kept trying to impress her, but Lloyd thought she was good and would like Kai if they didn’t need to fight each other, which accidentally slams her with guilt. 

Some how she ends up slipping, maybe by accidentally revealing how she knows the locations/number of traps and Lloyd realizes she’s the spy which crushes him. He tries to fight her but she just pushed him onto the trap.

Going to the small cult area below, the remaining EMs are brought together. They try their best to keep Lloyd protected but he’s brought to the front anyway. Lloyd asks if they even knew about his mom, to which Chen reminisces about a woman they meet a few years ago who was stealing from them and how they stole some of her things, but they were mostly worthless. They honestly have no idea where she is, which just makes Lloyd mad.

Mad these people tricked him. Mad these people had the audacity to pretend to know his mom. Mad these people made Kai sacrifice himself for him.

However, they weren’t lying About having met Misako. That’s actually how they found out about the whole “Lloyd Being The Green Ninja” thing

But anyway. Chen steals their powers, Skylor is having a moral dilemma, and they start getting ready to Make Trouble in the Noodle Factory

Only this time when they go to steal the staff, they now have to fight Kai.

Only this time for real.

This is the replacement for the Staff Scene. Because of his affect under the Staff Kai…..isn’t really there. Like, he’s just a blank puppet. There’s the tiniest amount of emotion, but his eyes look empty.

At some point the staff goes flying and it turns into a mental tug of war between Clouse commanding Kai and Lloyd and the others trying to get through to him. Lloyd is luckily able to get to Kai enough for him to smash the jewel, releasing the EM powers and the control on him. It gives him the worst headache though.

And from there, canon is mostly the same for a while. The whole time this has been going on Zane has been having dreams/nightmares about an Ice Dragon and finally makes the connection to unlock it. Skylor is still captured, Chen still escapes but now Clouse is still around, Pythor is captured, TIME FOR THE END

This time around, the EMs are able to follow Chen to their base of operations and have the final battle there. They fight, and even though they’re only partially Anacondrai, they’re still hard to fight.

Clouse tries to do the whole “Banish You To the Departed Realm” thing, but accidentally summons the Anacondrai Generals as well, who are very not happy over what these humans are doing.

And yeah. That’s what I got.

I might do more in depth posts for some of the other seasons, not sure. But feel free to ask or submit ideas of your own

[queenshelby]

A NEW WORLD - PART EIGHT

A QUIET PLACE 2 FANFIC

Pairing: Emmett x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Gore, Death, Murder, Attempted Rape, Aliens, Violence, Movie Spoilers, etc…

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DAY 759

After Emmett showed you around the house he was staying in, it soon became clear to you that he was living there on his own.

However, the rooms were furnished and there were small boxes with belongings and pictures which didn’t belong to him.

‘Where are the others?’ you asked as you looked at one of the boxes and found a picture of a young middle eastern looking man and his family.  

‘The two men I lived with didn’t return from their last run to the mainland. This was three months ago’ Emmett explained before offering you and Leanne the rooms to stay until something else came up.

The people on the island trusted Emmett and, when he advised them that Leanne was his sister and you and Lucas were close friends who he knew from before, they didn’t question your arrival and immediately agreed to let you stay.

Whilst Leanne had her own small room with a single bed and a small study desk, you were going to share a room with Lucas and Charlotte. The room contained a bunk bed and Emmett said that he knew of someone with a toddler bed for Charlotte.

‘I think we could clear out the fourth room for Charlotte tomorrow’ he explained. This room had been used for storage but has a window and was very clean and well ventilated.

‘That would be nice, thank you’ you said before breaking out in tears.

Instantly, Emmett took you into his arms and assured you that you were safe now before brushing your hair out of your face and wiping away your tears.

His eyes were getting lost in yours almost instantly and, as he cupped your face gently, you leaned forward, intending to kiss him.

Just as you were sharing this tender moment, you heard a knock on the door and, immediately, Lucas barged inside with Evelyn, Reagan, Marcus and their little baby brother.

‘Oh my god’ Evelyn said as she ran over towards you and hugged you for what appeared like an eternity. ‘I can’t believe you are alive. I am so happy’ she said, small tears running down her face.

‘Beard’ Charlotte indicated as she was pointing to Emmett and Reagan couldn’t help but laugh. She hadn’t let go of Charlotte for the past twenty minutes and Charlotte was practicing her sign language skills with Reagan who had already offered Lucas and Charlotte to teach them some more soon.

It took you about an hour to slowly calm down and accept that you were on the island now. You couldn’t believe your luck. But there was one small thing still on your mind. Charlotte needed to know who Emmett was and you had absolutely no idea how to explain it to her or to Emmett just yet.

Emmett had found someone, a woman named Nancy and you didn’t want to ruin this for him. After all, it’s been years since you shared this one night together and he made it clear to you then that it was nothing but a mistake.

***

Later that day, after all of you had some rest and you finally enjoyed a warm shower for the first time in days, you suggested to Emmett and Leanne that you would cook dinner.

For the first time in six months, you had fresh produce, fish and vegetables and you were excited to cook in an actual kitchen and bring some normality into everyone’s lives.

‘I am sorry Y/N, I promised Nancy that I would see her tonight. I’ve been gone for about a week’ Emmett said just after he came out of the shower.

‘Sure…of course’ you said, trying very hard not to let on that you were upset by his choice to leave that evening.

‘Nancy, eh?’ Leanne laughed after Emmett walked out of the door and you couldn’t help but giggle at her comment and open a bottle of wine.

‘Do you think Emmett would mind if we drink this?’ Leanne asked.

‘He doesn’t drink wine. So probably not’ you confirmed.

‘He must keep it for Nancy then’ Leanne laughed again but this time you couldn’t help but cringe. The thought of Emmett with another woman made you sick.

***

Meanwhile at Nancy’s house, Nancy was waiting for Emmett, her mostly naked body barely covered by a thin cotton robe which she had found in an abandoned shop during her last run to the mainland.

‘Hello sexy’ she said as she opened the door and greeted Emmett with a kiss.

‘Hi’ he said briefly as their lips drifted apart and he walked into the living room to sit down on one of the sofas.

‘I made sure that we are alone tonight for once in a while’ Nancy explained as she dropped the robe but Emmett seemed somewhat distant and disinterested in her.

‘So, did you miss me?’ she asked as she climbed onto his lap wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties.

‘Of course’ Emmett murmured just before their lips met once again, but the kiss was only initiated and maintained by her as Emmett’s mind slipped away.

‘Are you alright?’ she then went on to ask as slid her hand over his crotch and noticed no reaction from him even after she grinded herself against his bludge.

Emmett gently pushed her off his lap and she grabbed her robe from the floor before sitting down next to him.

‘I am sorry Nancy, I am just very tired after having spent a week on the mainland’ he explained, running his hands through her hair.

‘Well, I could just take care of you tonight if you like’ Nancy said seductively but Emmett quickly declined her offer.

‘Actually, I just…’ Emmett sighed, taking a brief moment to collect his thoughts. ‘I think I need to go for a walk’ he explained before excusing himself.

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