#imagine being on duty all night and as you’re walking to your hallway bunk you hear some mf saying The Funnest Frontier

[techslander]

its Ransom’s instagram story

(referencing this)

[sohin-ace]

Hermes - Switching Cells

*looks at watch* Would you look at that? It's gay time!

Fem reader

"Why did they make us switch cells again?" You glanced up at the tall dark-skinned girl next to you as she scoffed, rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

"Pfff... Some bullshit." She huffed exasperatedly, "They caught two girls being all nasty and frisky and they got mad."

Hermes and you were currently both walking along the hallways, all your belongings in your arms as two assigned guards escorted you, holding onto the chains tied to your handcuffs like a lifeline as they kept careful watch over you.

You could see other inmates doing the same from the corner of your eyes, moving from corridor to corridor and getting ushered to pack their stuff faster.

Everyone in the prison were to move from their cells and switch cellmates. It was the new rule that had just been established after some people decided to act a tad more intimate than they should appropriately have within a strict prison and disturbed other inmates as well as some night duty guards.

When the announcement was made in the court yard, the entire staff present to break the very important news down to the people, all the inmates started laughing their asses off between annoyed grunts and 'booh's.

Anyone would. How stupid was that rule? What kind of prison even forbade physical relationships between inmates? How was intercourse ever harmful to jail discipline? Weren't prisons in Florida famous for rape culture and letting inmates basically abuse each other? What about 'prison sexuality'?

All these questions you and your fellow comrades couldn't answer.

Your assigned guards set you up in your new cell after you finally reached it and locked the door behind you two, leaving you to settle down before phone calls time.

You stared around the small windowless room, cemented walls and armored door. Well that sure changed from the huge bars from before. To be fair this cell seemed even better than the old one.

"So... What are these things for?" You pointed at the bars on the small frame cut on the metallic door.

"To prevent girls from snatching each other I guess? Not like that would stop anyone but ya know... No one else but the guards on duty can see the inmates now so I suppose that's what they wanted." Hermes cleared, still salty from the ordeal and unnecessary bother.

She threw her belongings somewhere and you turned your gaze away from the door, you could only agree with her scepticism. "Hmmm... Yeah that's bullshit."

Hermes plopped herself onto one of the beds with a breathy groan, supporting the back of her head with her arms, certainly claiming that bed as hers.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise and slight confusion when you realized that the two beds were in the complete opposite sides of the room.

"They... They even removed the bunk beds?"

"Yeah," She scoffed with a smile. "To be honest that just makes what they want to prevent easier. Like, you could easily just- Tch, I'll never understand the warden."

You looked around a bit before putting away your stuff neatly, unaware of your cellmate's sneaky and insistant eyes on you.

"Are you gonna be okay? Without F.F., I mean." You asked without taking your eyes off of your current task.

"Hah, you should worry more about her than me. She's the one that's stuck with Jojo."

"Hey, Jolyne's not that bad..." You chuckled in your ex-cellmate's defense, "...When she puts her panties away, at least."

The room became awfully silent until you suddenly heard Hermes chuckle lowly, almost evilly, even. You turned your head around to look over your shoulder and saw the latina give you a mischievous sideway glance.

You blinked and furrowed your brows at her in confusion but she only smirked back, swallowing another chuckle.

"Girl, do you want to have a good laugh?"

Her sudden deep voice made you gulp and you swore you felt a wave of heat wash over you and a pearl of sweat glide down your forehead.

Oh no, first of all, she didn't have any business being this hot, sprawled on her bed like that, her strong arms flexing effortlessly and her enticing smirk reaching her golden-green eyes.

Secondly, you knew that when Hermes had ideas, they were almost just as bad as Jolyne's. And God knows that Jolyne could scream dumbass energy like no one else sometimes. Especially when she was bored or horny. Or both.

You bit your lower lip and nodded at her. Hopefully you wouldn't be in trouble because of her genius plans, but again, it just made it all the more exciting.

Hermes jumped off the bed and struggled to keep the grin off her face as she glanced at the barred door. God she was so gorgeous and she didn't even brag about it.

She approached you and landed one strong hand on your shoulder, bringing her index towards her green painted lips in a shushing gesture.

"Here's what we're gonna do..."

She leaned in and explained the plan in a sweet hushed tone and you could barely concentrate on her words when she was this close to you, whispering with her overly endearing mexican accent. God, how could one be so cute and so sexy at the same time?

You tried your best to keep a straight face as she laid her evil plan out to you, but you could feel her breath hitting your lips and you had to clear your throat many times to cover the small squeals you unwillingly let out.

The more she explained, the more you could feel your face warm up. Not only because you were trying hard to not stare at her very inviting lips but also, and mostly, because of what her plan actually implied.

Hermes sure was a bold woman, but this plan would piss off the guards so much and be so incredibly funny if nicely executed, but at the same time, it was a bit, if not very, inappropriate and risky, which you got to figure out, was something she very much enjoyed.

"You sure about that, Hermes...? It's a bit... It's embarassing." You hesitated, visibly flustered but she squeezed your arm in reassurance.

"Come on! Don't be like that, it's gonna be so much fun!" She grinned at you and she knew you could hardly resist or refuse her anything. "Y/N, please? It'll be so worth it babygirl, trust me."

You gulped and nodded. Oh well, what's the worst that could possibly happen?

"A-aah!! I-... I can't do this...!"

"Ughh... Come on, bebé, just like that, yes...Yes!"

Very suggestive noises of the two cellmates echoed in the room and throughout the prison corridors. A wanton mix of grunts and whimpers and moans. What could be going on in this prison?

"I-Ah!... Aaah, no~!" You whined breathlessly and Hermes groaned right after you, accompagnying you in your, quite strange, string of sounds.

"Yes! That's it, Y/N! Do that again!"

"Hermes, I-...nnghh!! Fuck!"

"You gotta move like this Y/N! Yeah, r-right there! Aah! Perfect!"

Some guards on walking duty were passing by and stopped, alerted by the horrendous noises, easily heard by anyone nearby, and that left very little, if not nothing to the imagination.

"A-aah please! Hermes! I can't-..." You gasped, your voice leaving you, "No more..."

Hermes, motivated, encouraged you further, purring, "No, no, you're doing great babe... Hmmm...That's what I like to see... Ah yes..!"

The guards hurried up to the cell you two were dwelling in and banged loudly on the metal door in hopes to shut you up.

"What the hell is going on here?!" One guard screamed and tried to check inside the room. But you girls were hidden right against the door, underneath the frame and perfectly in the guards' blind spot.

You two stiffled a laugh and continued on whatever you were doing. Yes. The plan was coming together amazingly.

Hermes was currently showing you some 'magic tricks' with playing cards. You were of course, completely failing and clumsily dropping the cards all over the place after trying your best to swipe and hold them in a way that would make any spectator blind to your misdirection and believe the cards were disappearing in your hands.

The Mexican was surprisingly good at these card tricks, things that she learned during her childhood, but she decided to add a little... spice to your teaching session. Something that would drive the prison staff nuts. Something that would make you pass time wonderfully in this boring prison.

"I can't do this, Hermes, we... We have to stop!" You cried with a hitched breath and the dark-skinned girl shushed you.

"Shhh. Relax, Y/N. You're too tense. Curl your fingers a bit. Oh-Yeah... Just like that... Aah~... See?"

"Yo-you're too good at this..."

"Let me teach you, guapa." She rasped and you let out an exaggerated ragged moan that she had to muster all her self-control to not burst into a laughing fit. What an actress you were.

"AAAHH~!"

The other guard came in to join his partner after leaving to call for help and you two could hear them bickering over what to do. The youngest, after getting insulted way too many names, eventually walked off again to call the supervisor.

"Come here supervisor! I heard them! Those two are at it as well!"

"Those damn lesbians, I'm so fucking tired!" The first guard commented as the supervisor stomped towards your cell and grumbled.

"I swear, these fucking girls are all so horny!" The man punched at the door, almost breaking it off its hinges and making you both flinch under the door. "HEY! MOVE AWAY FROM THE FUCKING DOOR YOU SLUTS!"

You put your hands over your mouths to silence your endless snickers and hurriedly got up, getting into the supervisor's view in front of the door's barred frame and forcing straight faces out of you.

"A problem, sir?" Hermes asked as calm as ever, her smirk effectively washed off her face.

"What the FUCK were you two doing in there?!" He growled, clearly not amused and way too busy to deal with that kind of joke.

"Nothing sir. We're playing with cards. Are we not allowed to?" She feigned as she tilted her head slightly, quirking an arrogant eyebrow. She too, was quite the actress.

"Tch, you freaks, I'm coming in." The supervisor fumbled messily with the keys and unlocked the door, missing the keyhole at least three times before succeeding, opening it wide and checked you two up and down scrutinizingly.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Neither of you looked disheveled in the slightest, and there were indeed cards sprawled onto the floor and in your hands.

He let out a suspicious drawn-out grunt and squinted his eyes at you, pointing an accusing finger at you two as he slowly backed out the door.

"I got my eyes on you, Costello, L/N. Don't you fucking mess with me." He hissed before slamming the door and locked it, walking away with the other guards close behind him.

When they were all out of earshot, you two finally burst into a laughter that you had been desperately containing as you slid back against the door, holding your stomach with pain from laughing so much.

"Man, we really got them!" Hermes obnoxiously sneered and you could only laugh back, contaminated by her laughter.

"Yeah! It was genius! And the overly lewd noises too! He was so red!" You added between laughs and slapped her arm playfully.

You both continued until your laughter died down a bit. You kept giggling softly and Hermes leaned over, smirking at you.

"Well," She purred and you looked back at her with wide eyes as she slid her hand up and down your thigh sensually. "Since they won't suspect a thing now, let's just get into the real deal, you're okay with that babe?"

And just like that, she grabbed your wrist and gently pinned you to the floor, connecting your lips with hers in a hungry and wet kiss.

And indeed, they did not suspect a thing after that.

Bonus:

"So Y/N is a bottom, huh?" Jolyne sneered as you all sat together at the cafeteria at lunchtime.

You gasped and blushed and Hermes wore her favourite expression. The smug one.

"I don't know what bottom is, but if Y/N is that I guess I approve." F.F said her straw between her lips before she slurped her drink again.

"Shut up. All of you!"

To be honest I didn't know what the Mexican accent sounded like until I started hanging out with @gio-is-writing and ??? Hello? Cute? Sexy? Be mine already.

[lifeofclonewars]

Decko and Lies

Part Seven of Pun Wars. As always, can be read alone. And also as always, AO3 link below. 

Summary: Before Fives could shift, a wall of plastoid slammed into him. It could only be one thing: his twin.

His strained knee locked, and down he went. His batchmate rolled past him. “Hey, kih’vod,” the traitor said before racing off again.

He groaned. “‘M older than you,” he mumbled.

The ground wasn’t too uncomfortable. He could just stay down here for the next while. It was a better friend than his brother was being.

Rex leaned over him. “I’d ask if that was normal if I didn’t already know it was.” He didn’t look amused.

Fives shrugged as best he could. “I should’ve seen it coming, in all honesty. That’s another batch thing of ours. We didn’t tackle as much until the two of us became ARCs, though, since we can take it better now.”

The captain sighed, muttering something that sounded awfully like, “This is my own fault for insisting I got them instead of Cody.”

--

In which Echo decks Fives to the ground in the middle of the mess, Fives decides to just lie there afterward, and some troopers have to change their perceptions of the Legion's ARCs.

----

It was an average day in the 501st Legion. Or, what they considered average and not what a civvie or even some other battalions would call average. Between campaigns and in hyperspace, troopers settled into routines and shifts and enjoyed the free time they found. 

Echo and Fives, recently returned from a campaign with the 41st, were more beaten up than the rest of their brothers, who were returning from a short shore leave. Echo himself wasn't too bad. Just some bruising and a few scrapes and plenty of sore muscles, but not at all unmanageable. He felt worse during ARC training, quite frankly, and he survived that. 

It had only been two days since they went straight from one battle and a short trip on a cruiser to the Resolute headed back out to the Outer Rim and he already felt antsy. Definitely a side effect of being an ARC now — any downtime longer than a day, much needed as it may be, began to feel too long. He couldn’t imagine what being stationed on Rishi would feel like now, as bored as they had all been before that fateful day.

Rolling a stiff shoulder, Echo stood from finishing up his mission report. He needed to do something about this restlessness that was pestering him. A good spar might help, or maybe an overly complicated brain puzzle someone was struggling with, get either his body or his mind working. Luckily, he knew just where to find both.

Exiting the ARC barracks, he headed for Torrent’s. The trip wasn’t long, officer and ARC barracks being far enough for privacy yet close enough to still feel connected to the men and any emergencies that may arise. Stepping inside got him just what he wanted: a handful of off-duty infantrymen arguing over the rules of sabacc while playing what appeared to be a completely different game.

“Echo!” Hardcase perked up from the middle of the circle, effectively silencing the group. “What can we do for you?”

He gave them a half-wave in greeting. “Have you seen Rex or Fives? I have a question for them.”

The heavy-gunner snapped in recognition with his free hand. “They were just in here, actually. Left for the mess not too long ago.”

“I’m kinda surprised you didn’t run into them in the hallway on the walk over here,” Jesse added. “It really wasn’t that long ago, about twelve-forty.”

Echo stifled a laugh. “Jess, it’s thirteen-fifteen.”

The group blinked back at him. For once, silence resounded in the Torrent barracks.

“Have we really been arguing that long?” Ringo asked, eyebrows near his hairline.

“Either that or Jesse forgot how to read a chrono properly,” Echo responded. Jesse put a hand on his chest, sending him a faux-offended look.

“Eh, well, either way, you might still be able to catch them as they leave,” Ringo said. 

The ARC shrugged. “Thanks anyway, guys. See you around.” 

A chorus of replies followed him through the doors, arguing picking back up before they fully closed again. 

The mess, huh? Great. So long as he had the space and Fives was there, Echo knew exactly what he could do, and it wasn’t asking a question. Or, at least, not at first. Plus, he could go for some food right now. It might be contributing to his need to move more than he initially thought. Two jarts, one stone.

Setting off with a purpose, the walk to the mess didn’t take long. Entering, the room wasn’t too crowded, considering the time of day and how the shifts aligned. Fives and Rex were easy enough to spot among the crowd. The duo stood conversing, the captain in an aisle between two rows of seats, the other ARC in the walkway. Their helmets sat on the table next to them, forgotten like the meals a quick glance told him they hadn’t gotten yet. 

Rolling his eyes to himself, Echo walked toward the beginning of the aisle Fives stood in. Now, if he started at this exact point... avoided the trash can... attacked from that angle... rolled tightly, so long as nobody walked past, he was good to go. He could continue on and get his food, and, considering how Fives’ stance seemed to be favoring his left leg since it’d only been two days, nobody would or could stop him. 

Perfect.

Reaching the first row of tables, he set his feet, shook his arms out, and sprung forward. Grinning to himself as nearby observers vocalized their confusion over his actions, he ran toward the duo. Trash can avoided, he dove, snagging his twin by the waist with his left arm. 

Down they both went. Using his momentum, he did a combat roll as planned, popping to his feet. Fives groaning behind him, he said a quick, “Hey, kih’vod,” and took off toward the line at the opposite end of the mess before either man could follow after him. 

Yep, that did the trick. He felt much less restless now. And now that he was thinking about it, he really could go for some food. Another successful plan, and, if Echo was being honest with himself, it was retaliation for Fives waking him up by pushing him off his bunk. 

Three jarts, one stone. 

----

Fives was glad to be back with the 501st after their campaign with the 41st. He had strained his right knee avoiding some droids early into the campaign and, while he could deal with working through the pain because of ARC training, having a medic threaten him to stay off it for a few days was surprisingly refreshing. 

Other than that, all he had was some minor bumps and bruises, though Echo certainly was the better off of the two of them. Nothing that could actually stop him from postponing his mission report for a tad longer and talking to Rex. Really, he would get to the paperwork. He just needed to talk to Rex about this next campaign. And training. And how he and Echo have been since they last saw their ori'vod. And whatever else that may spring to mind while they talked. 

So when Rex ran into him on his hunt to find the captain, he took the opportunity to do so. Nevermind the fact that they decided to get lunch together after checking in on Torrent and still hadn't gotten the food yet.

“So, is there a reason you’re talking to me about upgrades you and Echo have been working on instead of writing out your mission report?” Rex abruptly changed the subject. 

Fives scoffed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir.” 

Rex gave him a pointed look.

“My brain works too fast for my typing skills to keep up?” Which wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t quite the current reason he was avoiding doing his report. “My whole batch had a problem with that, even as our typing speed increased.”

“If that’s so, then why did I just receive a notification saying Echo just sent me his to forward to Cody?” His older brother crossed his arms.

“Ah, you see, that’s one area he has better self-discipline than I do.” He shifted his weight more onto his left leg. Hopefully, that’d help the ache spreading through his strained knee.

The captain rolled his eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “As long as you get it to me by the end of the cycle. Was there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?”

Fives clasped his hands together. “Yes, actually. Echo and I were talking about the upcoming campaign, and we had a few ideas that might work.”

“Great, let’s hear them.” 

Launching into the strategies they talked through last night, still adjusting to a different sleep cycle, Fives explained multiple possibilities for the legion. They were going to take the planet back, even if it took all of Fives’, Echo’s, and Rex’s combined plans (and Skywalker’s improvised ones) to do it.

Halfway through Plan Ebla, subpoint Holo point six, one of Echo’s, something rushed toward him. Before he could shift, a wall of plastoid slammed into him. It could only be one thing: his twin.

His strained knee locked, and down he went. His batchmate rolled past him. “Hey, kih’vod,” the traitor said before racing off again. 

He groaned. “‘M older than you,” he mumbled. 

The ground wasn’t too uncomfortable. He could just stay down here for the next while, rest his knee like he should have been. It was a better friend than his brother was being. Though he had a feeling Echo tackled him because he shoved him off the bunk this morning because Echo had slapped him upside the head the night before. Eh, whatever.

Rex leaned over him. “I’d ask if that was normal if I didn’t already know it was.” He didn’t look amused. To be fair, he didn’t look upset either.

Fives shrugged as best he could. “I should’ve seen it coming, in all honesty. That’s another batch thing of ours, though between Echo and Hevy it tended to be more aggressive-aggressive and not just lovingly-aggressive. We didn’t tackle as much until the two of us became ARCs, though, since we can take it better now.”

The captain sighed, muttering something that sounded awfully like, “This is my own fault for insisting I got them instead of Cody.” He held his hand out for Fives. Louder, he said, “You say stuff like that, and every single time, I have to reevaluate the hour or so I knew Hevy. Makes me wish I could’ve gotten to know the other three like I have with you two.”

Fives gave him a weak smile. “Me too, Cap. Though I think you’d have more grey hair if you did.”

The hand fell back to Rex’s side. “Alright, that’s it. Pick yourself up off the ground, trooper. I’m not that much older than you.”

His smile turned into a smirk. “Whatever you say, ori’vod.”

At that point, Echo reappeared, tray in hand. “Hey, get up,” he said, kicking Fives in the ribs. 

Fives groaned again, curling in on himself. 

Echo scoffed. “Oh, please, I didn’t tackle you or kick you that hard. I know you’ve survived worse.”

“Yeah, like growing up with you. You should respect your elders better.” 

Echo kicked him again. He slapped the foot away. “I’m older than you,” his twin had the gall to say.

“No, you aren’t.” The floor really was looking like the better friend at the moment.

Rex cleared his throat, the two of them turning to him. He had crossed his arms again. “Are you two done?”

They glanced at each other. “For now, sir,” they answered in unison. 

“Good. Fives, I’m serious, get up or I’ll let Echo or Hardcase pick you up. We really should go and get our food. We’ve been standing and talking for too long, and we need to finish going over those strategies you were telling me about. Preferably not on the floor in front of all the men.”

“You started to go over them without me?” Echo asked, moving away and placing his tray at the table the helmets sat on. Distantly, Fives realized Echo didn’t have his helmet on or on his belt; he must’ve left it in the barracks.

Sitting up, he stated, “I was going to comm you. Eventually,” he quickly added at his fellow ARC’s look. Standing up, he turned toward their older brother. “Okay, Rex, let’s go get some food before Echo decides to punch me again.”

Rex and Echo shared a look. “Lead the way, then.”

Off they went, Echo’s chuckles following them. Yeah, being back with the 501st was always a comfort, being able to slip back into habits and relax from the stress of missions. No matter how many grey hairs they may have already caused Rex. 

----

Etch still couldn’t believe he’d been deployed to the 501st battalion with Captain Rex, General Skywalker, and Commander Tano. The 501st! It was a dream come true. One deployment and his first, albeit rather short, leave on Coruscant later, and they were headed out to his first campaign. But they still had a ways to go, traveling through hyperspace for the next day or so. Nobody ever mentioned that even hyperspace travel could take a long time.

Lock and Key, two of his new squadmates who were batchmates, sat next to him in the mess. Etch’s own batchmate was off doing who-knew-what with the rest of their squad. Probably exploring the ship — the Resolute, he still couldn’t believe it. If he wasn’t so hungry, he’d be with them. 

Lock tugged on a bit of exposed blacks between his armor. Looking up from the (still as bland as Kamino) food, he asked, “What?”

Instead of answering, he pointed ahead and to their right. 

“Captain Rex and ARC Trooper Fives!” Key exclaimed. “Wow! I didn’t think we’d see Captain Rex again until maybe training or the campaign or something. I haven’t really seen him since he welcomed us on board.”

They weren’t part of Torrent Company, which was apparently the Captain’s personal Company. Not that they expected to be put there right from Kamino. The Captain spent a lot of time with Torrent when he wasn’t running the rest of the Legion or doing something with their Jedi. For now, they’d only seen him supervising their training, which Sergeant Pry ran, and giving orders during their first deployment. Other than that, orders had come from a Lieutenant or Sergeant Pry, and they hadn’t been able to catch a glimpse of the Captain in the downtime they were beginning to suspect he didn’t have much of. 

“When did the ARCs get back? I heard they were on a mission with a different battalion and that’s why they weren’t there when we arrived and the officers were introduced to us or on the deployment,” Etch asked. 

Lock shrugged.

“I don’t know, but I frankly don’t care,” Key stated. “Did you hear that ARC Fives once ripped a droid’s head off with his bare hands— ”

“I thought that was the Captain that did that.”

“— and another time he took down a Seppie base with nothing but a single detonator, a vibroblade, and his dual pistols while ARC Echo sliced into the base from a safe distance and gathered a bucketload of information that saved us a base or two? Or how one time ARC Echo faced down a whole droid platoon with an injured and unconscious ARC Fives on his back and came out with only a twisted ankle?”

“Wow.”

“I know, right?”

Lock nodded in agreement.

“Actually,” Etch began, “I heard you know ARC Trooper Fives considers you a friend if he punches you. That’s so weird, but, like, now I wanna see it happen, you know?”

Key furrowed his brows. “He does?”

“Yeah! It’s like how Sergeant Pry keeps patting us on the back and nudging us when we do something good, except ARC-levels of roughness or something. Now that there aren’t any kaminiise around, I’ve noticed everyone’s more open about doing that stuff. ‘Parently, the General’s okay with it, hasn’t sent anyone back for it.”

Lock and Key both had wide eyes. “That’s amazing.”

“Yeah, it is. Also, I heard that ARC Trooper Echo punches ARC Trooper Fives back in retaliation. But he doesn’t start it, as far as I’ve heard. I also heard they’re batchmates, that’s why they work so well together. Like, ARC Trooper Echo’s the brains most of the time and ARC Trooper Fives is the brawn, even though they can easily switch roles if they want to since they’re ARCs and all that. They just know what the other’s gonna do.” 

“Chip told me that Twos told him that Flopper told him that Zeck told him that he heard they were twins and when he asked them, they said ‘maybe’ in unison and didn’t say anything else on the topic.”

Wait, look, Lock signed. There’s ARC Echo. He pointed at the entrance of the mess. 

“Holy kriff, he’s here to talk to the other two, isn’t he? Do ya think if we get closer, we can hear what they’re talking about?”

“You mean eavesdropping on our superiors?” Key looked scandalized. He paused. “Count me in.”

Just then, ARC Trooper Echo broke out into a run. Etch stood to his feet. Why was he running? Was something bad happening or about to happen that he didn’t notice? “What —” 

The ARC Troopers collided, flying to the ground. ARC Trooper Echo rolled, stood up, stated, “Hey, kih’vod,” and continued on his way. ARC Trooper Fives stayed on the ground, groaning. “‘M older than you,” he mumbled to the empty air. 

As the Captain leaned over his ARC, Etch, Lock, and Key stared at each other. “I think something we heard was wrong,” Etch murmured.

Lock and Key merely nodded at him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t believe everything we hear about them.”

They continued to watch as ARC Trooper Fives stayed on the ground, conversing with the Captain. Soon enough, the other ARC headed over and kicked his brother. Once again, the trio shared shocked looks, unprepared for this development, almost missing the wack back ARC Trooper Echo received. Captain Rex, though sounding exasperated with what they could catch, looked… was that fond? 

This was not how Etch thought his meal would go.

As ARC Trooper Fives and Captain Rex went off to get food, Etch’s batchmate, Chip, ran over. 

“Where’d you come from? I didn’t see you enter the mess.”

“A cloning vat, thank you very much,” Chip replied. “I have more news!”

The trio leaned in, eager to learn more.

“I heard from Dean, who heard from Flopper, who heard from Feedback, who heard from Oz, who’s in Torrent Company that both ARC Trooper Fives and Echo once saved Captain Rex and Commander Cody from a Seppie base after they’d been captured with only a ten-minute window, a handful of droid poppers, and their normal gear, and against a whole fifteen rollies! They made it back to the rendezvous with four minutes to spare and Captain Rex took down three of them himself while midair and Commander Cody punched one to bits…”

And just like that, the group of barely-not-shinies forgot the lesson they just learned, getting swept up in stories and rumors of their commanding officers. Well, shinies are gonna shiny, after all. They’d have the lesson they learned that day knocked into their heads permanently in a month or so, once the shininess completely wore off. All in good time. 

----

Jart: Bird native to Ryloth

Kih’vod: Little brother

Ori’vod: Big brother

Kaminiise: Kaminoans

This was longer than I initially planned lol. Still shorter than my writing tends to get. Anyway, here's the first post of break! Hopefully, I will get to both Beginn and WK within the next two weeks I have of break. If not, Happy Holidays! Also, apparently, I'm incapable of writing any of Domino Squad without mentioning the rest of them now. *shrugs* I'm not sorry.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to comment or send me an ask or message

[lovelyparkers]

the summer fling (1)

summary: going on a week beach trip with peter parker is both good and bad and summer is the best time for falling in love. but, the tension between the two of you is almost unbearable, much to the dismay of ned and mj.

in other words, the four of you head to the beach and you and peter begin a fling...but does it turn into something more? we shall see. y'all have just graduated in this and are 18

warnings: fluff and some spice lol this series is gonna be pretty spicy just wait a chapter! a whole 3.1k words!!!

when your best friend michelle suggested the idea that your tight knit group of four head down to her family's beach house for a week after graduation, you were off the walls excited. she had always mentioned this beach house but you'd never been there. in fact, you've never been to a beach outside of new york. so of course you excitedly pleaded that this trip actually happen, and it was going to. ned also quickly agreed but peter took some pushing. but one night when it was just you two in his room, you were able to convince him to give himself a break from spider-man and just spend a week at the beach with his friends. you weren't gonna go if peter wasn't going, end of story. you liked him so much and just the thought of spending a week with him? heaven sent. and of course, he couldn't say no to you, he was practically in love with you since freshman year. and maybe, just maybe, he thought this trip could finally be the factor needed to push you two together.

the night before you all left, you had decided to stay over peter's. you told mj and ned that it would just be more convient for her to pick up both of you in one place rather than driving around town. but really you just liked spending most of your time with peter. and of course he didn't mind at all.

you came over to his apartment at almost midnight because you knew he'd be out late trying to make up for a weeks worth of missing spider-man duties. and when you arrived he had just crawled in through his window, finding you leaning against the door frame. may was already asleep and you had a key peter gave you junior year, you know, for emergencies and all that good friendship stuff.

"hey," you said, smiling at peter crawling in the window all stealth like.

"hey y/n/n," he said, calling your favorite nickname back. he walked over to his closet to pull out a shirt as he pressed the spider on his chest. he let the suit fall down his body and just kicked it off leaving it in a hump on the floor. he tugged on a shirt, giving you a great view of his back, still leaning against the door frame and watching him. he turned back around to catch you and smiled cheesily back at you.

"whatcha looking at?"

"uh," you turned your vision over to anything but him, landing on his suit on the floor, "just your suit."

"my suit?"

"yeah," you walked over, dropping you bags and picked up his suit that was sitting in a pile, "you're a mess sometimes, you know that?"

"mhm."

you folded his suit nicely and put it on a shelf where he usually liked it. "are you all ready to go tomorrow? all packed?"

peter shrugged unsure, "yeah, i...guess."

you walked over to him sighing, dropping your head on his shoulder, "peter, you didn't pack a thing did you."

he groaned, "no, no i didn't."

you threw your head back and it was your turn to groan. "i'll help you."

"no, y/n/n, we'll have time in the morning before we go, i promise. let's just go to sleep before i drive you mad."

you shook your head at him and smiled, knowing he would rush himself packing in the morning. "fine."

you gave him a side hug and kicked off your shoes and climbed to his top bunk. you somewhat wished you could just share a bed with peter, cuddling with him and falling asleep with him...but that would be weird and not very friendship like. so you managed, and so did he.

he crawled into bed in just his boxers and a t-shirt and whispered a tired, "goodnight y/n/n." to which you replied "goodnight pete." within five minutes of that, you could hear peter snoring. you chuckled to yourself, knowing he must really be tired. all that crime fighting must be killing him. and you were really glad he was going on this trip to get a break and spend time with his friends—especially with you. he was on cloud nine at the thought of being on the beach with you for a whole week. sure, mj and ned were great, but he had eyes for you. peter fell asleep with a smile that night, hoping you were doing the same on the top bunk.

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at 9 am your alarm rang, meaning you had to get up and beat peter's ass into packing before mj showed up and did the same. she would be pissed if he wasn't ready to go, she had a very tight schedule of driving to follow and if peter even messed it up by one minute, there would be no beach trip. so you jumped down from the bunk, full of energy and flopped on peter's bed next to him.

"peter! get up!"

he slowly lifted his head and slightly opened his eyes, rubbing them and trying to shield the sunlight. "what?"

"we have to pack dumbass."

"oh...right," he mumbled. he actually listened to you and got out of bed, picking some clothes out of his closet and drawers to bring. you helped him match some things and basically tore his closet apart looking for swim trunks.

"peter i swear to god if you don't have a swim suit mj's gonna kill us."

"why you?"

"because she knows i'm responsible!"

peter blushed, thinking that you were all responsible over him, taking care of him basically and making sure he didn't screw up as a normal human being.

"ah ha! found it!" you held up a pair of black swimming trunks.

"i don't even know if those fit me."

"well we are just gonna go with it." you threw them at peter and he folded and placed them in his duffel bag. he made sure to grab some sun screen from the hall closet as well as his bathroom necessities—for which he needed a reminder from you. you zipped everything up and then the two of you got freshened you for the day. may was waiting for you guys in the kitchen with to-go bagels for the drive as you walked down the hall with yours and peter's bags.

"have fun kids! but not too much fun!"

"may!" peter groaned.

"hey i'm serious," she added.

"uh huh."

you laughed at the two, walking out the door and to the elevator. peter followed quickly behind, stumbling after you into the small elevator. michelle was in her car right outside the lobby with ned sitting by her in the passenger seat.

"let's go! times ticking and if we don't leave now we aren't going," she yelled out the window, popping her trunk open so you could fit your bags in. peter slammed it shut and then the two of you crawled in the back seats.

"we left the back seats for you guys because...you know..." ned said making indescribable gestures with his hands.

"know...what?" peter questioned with a very confused look on his face.

"my god you two are so stupid let's go," she turned on the ignition before turning to look back at you, "but you know i love you y/n."

you smiled, "love ya more mj."

"what about me?" peter and ned asked simultaneously.

"yeah i don't know about that," mj said before pulling back onto the road and heading for ocean city new jersey. it was a good two and a half hour drive with out traffic so you were in for it. peter fell asleep about twenty minutes into the car ride after talking to you about how excited he was to see the ocean again. you were glad he was getting some rest though, he would need it for this trip. eventually you fell asleep in the car too, leaning against peter's body somehow. though the two of you bumped heads when mj honked her horn to signify your arriving. she was parked in the driveway of a cute little beach house that was only a block away from the actual boardwalk and beach.

mj and ned got out, pulling stuff out of the trunk whilst you and peter shared a confused and tiring look. nevertheless you followed them and grabbed your bags and headed to the front door mj unlocked the house and you all entered. it was so pretty and homey and nice and cool in the house, just like what you imagined a beach house to be like. she gave a quick tour, showing off the kitchen, living room, bathrooms and two bedrooms.

"okay so, bedroom situation, me and ned will take my bedroom which has the two bed and you and peter can take the master," she said looking at you. "because, well, you know," she made weird hand gestures just like ned.

"what?!" you asked."

mj just groaned and rushed to her room with her bags. ned followed, leaving you and peter in the hallway outside the master bedroom.

"so," peter said.

"so."

"guess we're sharing a um, a bed?"

"guess so," you pressed your lips together and nodded. and after a moment of semi-awkward silence, walked into the bedroom, dropping your stuff. sharing a bed was something you've done before when peter stayed over your apartment, so why was it different now? you took the liberty of making the bed with the fresh sheets mj brought for everyone while peter stood unpacking his bags into the dresser drawers, glancing at you through the mirror every so often. he also unpacked your things for you too, almost throwing your underwear across the room when he realized he picked it up. he blushed madly, hoping you didn't see his scare. but he finished unpacking and you thanked each other before going to meet the others in the living room. it was going on 5pm by the time you were all settled, the car ride being longer than intended but still within michelle's schedule.

"so how bout dinner?" mj asked.

"yeah definitely, where to? you know the place best, but oh! i wanna see the beach later."

"well i happen to know this cool little restaurant on the waterfront that's pretty good. we could go there."

"i'm down," ned replied.

"me too," you said.

"me three," peter added.

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the four of you arrived to some janky little restaurant on the waterfront, but michelle reassured everyone that the food was great. you got a table almost immediately, though the summer crowd was definite. peter held out a chair for you before sitting down next to you.

"awe i guess chivalry isn't dead," mj mocked.

"shush," peter said visibly annoyed. both ned and mj knew you and peter liked each other and constantly worked to try to get you guys to just date already. it's been like that for years and still nothing. mj noticed peter was being oddly more sweet today too. he leaned his chin in his hands, watching you look at the menu and discuss what to get with the group. he was barely paying any attention to the others.

"mj are the portions big here?"

"yeah i can never finish anything but hey, leftovers!"

"okay, then me and peter will just share," you said mindlessly, still looking at the menu. why not share? plus you didn't wanna go broke on this trip.

peter pulled his head out of his hands and just looked at you. "you're cool with that?"

"yeah, we do it all the time."

"yeah, but..."

"peter has a big appetite," ned blurted out.

"but i don't mind sharing it's nice—i mean i wanna share a meal with you, but like...yeah i'm not that hungry but i'll share. with you."

you smiled, giving him a confused look, "okay weirdo."

michelle was just cracking up behind her menu.

when the waiter arrived, mj and ned both ordered their own meals and you ordered yours and peter's after quickly agreeing on what to share.

"and for you?" the waiter asked gesturing to peter.

"oh i'm sharing. with her," peter replied, pointing at you. the waiter walked off as you stared peter down.

"you good?"

"yes i just, you know i hate ordering."

"i know that's why i ordered," you said squeezing his hand. but you didn't let go. you just let your hands hang under the table while you played with each other's fingers. conversation was bouncing around the group and the entire time until your drinks arrived, your hands stayed together. it wasn't weird or anything. it was just natural between the two of you. but mj and ned didn't think so. they shared a look every once in awhile which you and peter failed to notice.

your ice cold lemonade arrived and you gladly took a sip, dying in the heat. you closed your eyes and just enjoyed it, you could get used to this trip and several glasses of lemonade.

"it's good right?" michelle asked watching you delve into the drink.

"yes! oh my god," you practically moaned. in the car before you fell asleep, all you drank was warm water bottles so this was fantastic. again, peter was sitting there leaning his head in the palm of his hand watching you fall for a glass of lemonade. "pete you have to try this."

you handed the glass to him, pushing his 'water with lemon' that you ordered for him because he was scared, out of the way. he took a long sip from your straw and you watched him intently, giving him a big smile and waiting for his reaction.

"yeah, t-that's real good," he said blushing and handing you the glass back, feeling your cool hand on his. not much longer the food arrived and you and peter shared your plate which was massive as michelle had mentioned. you scooted your chairs closer together, hips basically side by side, and the plate in between you, digging into the platter. everyone ate like animals, being starving from the long ass car ride.

peter put a hand on his chest when he finished, muttering, "i'm fool."

"yeah you are a fool," michelle called back, sipping her dr. pepper. you were laughing and leaned into peter's side. he casually wrapped an around around the back of your chair, smiling down at you.

your little moment was interrupted by the waiter with the bill and you split it four ways before heading back out to the car. you were so tired from eating, basically trudging out of the restaurant. peter placed a hand on your lower back and stopped you.

"piggy back ride?"

"oh my god please," you said, and peter leaned down a little so you could jump on his back and wrap your arms around his neck. he held his hands under your thighs and began walking to the car. michelle gave ned a look, maybe also wanting a piggy back ride.

"no, don't look at me like that," ned said. michelle just groaned and finished the short walk to the car and got in the drivers seat. peter placed you down gently and pushed you into the back seat, crawling in after you. you batted your eyes at him and whispered, "thank you." he just returned a press lipped smile.

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back at the beach house everyone was beat and tired and started getting ready for bed. michelle turned on every fan in the house because it was oddly hot. you put on some comfy lounge shorts and a graduation tee shirt from midtown. though, you were literally sweating. you walked out into the living room and saw you were basically matching with mj.

"dude, it's so hot in here it's insane."

"i know, the a/c is broken," she groaned. you laughed sadly.

"well goodnight."

"night."

you walked back into the shared room to see peter rummaging through all his drawers. "what are you doing?"

"we didn't pack pyjamas for me!"

"shit! i thought we packed everything possible."

"so did i." peter went and flopped backwards on the bed still in his jeans and a white tee shirt.

you looked at him and furrowed your eyebrows, "just sleep in your boxers, there's no way i'm having your scratchy jeans rub against my legs all night."

peter blushed and propped himself up on his forearms, "you sure?"

"i don't care," you said crawling into bed beside him. you pushed the covers back but didn't get under them. it was way too hot for that. you laid back on the pillows watching peter get up and slip off his jeans and tee shirt. he was pale as a ghost except for his arms and it made you laugh. he was so cute. but also really hot. that spider bite did him well in all areas.

"what are you laughing at?" peter asked before joining you on the bed, laying on his stomach and head turned to you.

"nothing," you bit your bottom lip, not daring to look at him right now because you might decompose. you quickly hopped up and hit the light switch before joining peter back in bed. the two of you lay side by side now.

"are you excited for the beach?" he asked.

"you know it! but hey, we should get up early and get it make breakfast for us all but especially mj as a thank you for driving us down here."

"good idea. but you're gonna have to wake me up."

"of course," you smiled. he smiled back.

"c'mere." he put a hand around your waist, pulling you into him to give you a hug. you melted into it and closed your eyes, still smiling, that is until you realized he was super sweaty and so were you. you put a hand on his bare chest pushing him back.

"hey! what the hell im trying to give you a hug."

"we're both ridiculously sweaty, peter."

"don't care i want a hug," he pouted his lip. you rolled your eyes as if to say 'fine' and went back to hugging him.

"goodnight y/n/n."

"goodnight."

you rested your head into his chest and fell asleep hugging but soon became sprawled out all across the bed from the intense heat. but you managed to somehow end up with your hand in his.

[the-star-knight]

The Star Knight

The Star Knight

Summary: Post Series AU with my OCs. Star has found herself entangled with the magic of the legendary Sundrop and Moonstone. However, just because they’re gone doesn’t mean that her job is done.

Rated: T+

Chapter 1 - A New Beginning

Chapter Summary: Months have past since Zhan Tiri was defeated. Corona has entered into a new chapter where the Moonstone and Sundrop are gone, however their magic still lingers in the world

Word Count: 5,489

Author’s Note: This first chapter seem out of place since it was originally 10k words so I divided it. Next chapter will explain a lot more. Also I’ve another fanfic coming with which is basically a retelling of the show through Star’s eyes, which explains all of this. Also I’ve been debating whether to create an AO3 account and post it there as well, but since I haven’t used a fanfic site in like years and I feel out of place using it.

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It was nearly pitch black. Nearly. 

The star gem faintly glowed against her armor. At least Star knows that she can fend for herself. A faint glow came from her hand and quickly began to form and take shape into a sword. A sword with a blade that gleamed white. Well, at least for now Star can tell where she is going, although there isn’t much to begin with except for darkness. She began to stroll into the darkness.

Star has probably walked for two minutes before she heard something. A whisper perhaps? Star wasn’t sure where the sound came from. As she turned around in circles, she thought it could’ve been her imagination.

Star.

There it was. It was faint but it was definitely there.

Star.

There it is again, but louder. It was already creepy enough being in this endless black void, she didn’t need a voice calling out her name.

Star still couldn’t make out where it came from. It sounded like it came from...everywhere?

Star!

Yup, definitely getting louder...or closer. 

Star! 

It sounded like a woman’s voice, but with each time she called Star’s name she sounded more worried and more impatient.

STAR!

“AH!” Star swung her behind her, only to have her sword connect with one similar to hers. White glowing blade with a faintly glowing gem on the handle. 

“Huh?” Star looked up. She saw a woman in almost the same white and silver metal armor. The same white fabric. The same star gem but it wasn’t on her collar like Star’s was. It was on her left wrist. The woman had dark short black hair and intimidating dark eyes and pale skin. She glowed.

Star blinked, “...Stella?”

The woman nodded.

Star slowly lowered her sword.

“Wh-wh…” Star couldn't think of the right question to begin with, “Why? What’s going on? Why are you here?”

Stella sighed, “There is much to fear Star...”

“Fear?” Star was confused. “What is there to fear?”

“You used the Ultimate Star Incantation, didn’t you?”

Star paused for a moment, “...yes.”

Stella took a deep breath, “You do know the consequence for that?”

Star looked down. She knew the consequence of using the incantation and yet she did use it.

“Yes, I know...” Star looked away.

There was a pause between them.

“Star, do you ever wonder why you’re still here?” Stella asked.

“Not really…”

“You should…”

“Why?”

“Because I fear that your job isn’t done...”

Star was confused. 

My job? 

Star has always thought her only job is to protect.

Stella slowly inhaled, “I fear that you have set yourself to a fate worse than death.”

Star woke up in a cold sweat.

She sat up.

Her anxiety was through the roof. Star felt as she carried the weight of a boulder in her chest. She was panting. Star felt a tear rolling down her cheek.

Star looked around the room. 

It was dark, but at least she can see the dark blue outlines of her sisters sleeping in their bunks.

Star plopped back down on her bed. 

It was just a dream, Star put her hands on her face.

She sighed and turned to her side. She closed her eyes and wish to sleep again. 

Star didn’t get much sleep last night, her eyelids felt heavy. She sat on a pile of hay and rested her head.

Just for a moment, Star thought, as she closed her eyes.

Perfect.

“Star!”

“Ah!” Star jumped.

“Sorry, papa.” Star yawned.

“Didn’t sleep much, huh?” 

“No,” Star rubbed her eyes.

"We're almost done. You can go back home to sleep if you want."

"No, we're almost done here. I can push though. Plus I have to go to the castle after this."

"Okay, if you say so." Star's dad said reluctantly and continued to clean the stable.

Star began to lay the last of the fresh hay bales in the last stable. 

Just this last one and then I’m free!

“Well done, mija,” her dad said proudly as he placed the last hay bale on the ground, “I’ll finish up here. Go to the castle now and do your Star Knight duties.”

Star smiled proudly.

“_Gracias, papa!” _Star hugged her dad and ran off.

“Star," her dad called her.

Star stopped when she heard her name being called, "Yes?" Hopefully it wasn't more chores she might’ve forgotten about.

"You have hay in your hair," he pointed to her head. "You want to look presentable to the queen, mija." 

"Oh, yeah, right. Thanks." Star shook off the hay from her hair and ran off to the castle entrance.

The royal stables weren’t far from the main castle entrance. Star entered the castle into the hallway and walked to the throne room. 

Star stood in front of the massive castle doors that led to the throne room. She slowly opened one of the doors and peeked her head inside.

“Hello?” Star said with uncertainty. She wasn’t sure if she wasn’t interrupting anything important.

“Ah, Star! Please come in!” A familiar voice said.

Star proceeded to enter the throne room. The room was vast. Columns that stretched from one side of the room to the other. The floor was freshly waxed and it reflected the light of the candles, which made the room even brighter than it was. 

Star walked to the center of the room. Where someone was sitting on the throne.

“Your highness,” Star bowed.

“Star, I’ve told you this already.” The short haired brunette queen stood up. “Rapunzel will do just fine.” 

“I know…” Star looked up, “it’s just that...I’m really proud of you.”

Rapunzel chuckled, “So, Star, shall we proceed to get some things in order?”

“Yes, of course.” 

“Follow me,” Rapunzel exited the throne room and Star followed her. 

"With all due respect, Rapunzel, I was wondering why you don't you discuss this with Nigel? You know, since he's the official royal advisor."

"Ah, yeah, well about that," Rapunzel nervously scratched her head then whispered, "Between you and me, I'd prefer to have someone that isn't such a strict rule follower."

"Oh."

"Plus, who says I can't have more than one advisor?" Rapunzel winked at her.

"Well, you are queen."

“We have several things that needs to be done,” Rapunzel walked down the hallway, 

Rapunzel began to list the things they needed to do as they walked. Star's mind began to drift away from the conversation. She was very tired and her mind began to wander off. Star could feel herself spacing away from Rapunzel.

"Woah, there!" Rapunzel grabbed Star by her collar, before she nearly walked into a pillar. "Watch where you're going!"

"Oh, sorry," she said faintly.

Rapunzel gave her a good look at her face. She spotted the  dark circles under her eyes, "Not sleeping well, huh?"

"No, but I'm just fine."

"How about some coffee to wake you up? I'll get one of the handmaidens to get you some. Hey!" Rapunzel stopped the handmaiden that walked into the hall.

"Yes, your majesty?" she answered.

"Would you mind fetching me a cup of coffee? Oh, make sure it's the one that was freshly imported."

"Yes, your highness," she bowed and left.

"Rapunzel, that wasn’t necessary." Star said.

"Oh it's no trouble at all" she smiled. "Even if I did send you back home to rest, you would still fight me on that.”

Star smiled sheepishly. She even had to admit that something she would do.

"Ugh, between my royal duties and wedding planning, I hardly have time for myself. So glad you're here, Star," Rapunzel said.

The handmaiden rushed in with a tray with a cup and a teapot, or in this case, a coffee pot. 

Rapunzel poured the coffee into the cup and handed the cup to Star.

"Woah!" Rapunzel stepped back.

Star smelled the coffee and took a sip. She immediately spat it out.

“Oh sorry,” she coughed. “This is my first time drinking coffee. I didn’t imagine it was this bitter.” She smacked her lips as the bitter taste lingered in her mouth more than she would like.

Star decided to drink the coffee. If she wanted to make it through the day then she had to drink it. Star looked down at the drink in disgust and began to drink the coffee until the cup was empty. Hopefully, that wouldn't affect Star too much.

She handed the empty cup to the handmaiden. The handmaiden simply took the cup, excused herself and left.

Rapunzel opened a door that led to a stairway. As they walked up the stairs Star contemplated whether she should tell Rapunzel about her dream she had. She trusted Rapunzel, but what would she make of it? Rapunzel also had dreams that seemed to be telling more than what she thought.

They reached the top of the staircase and Rapunzel led Star to her room. 

“Okay, so I need to get rid of some books that I had for a while.” Rapunzel said as she looked through her things. “Now that I’m queen, I don’t really have a lot of free time to read as much as I want to. It’d be nice to donate them or give them away.”

Rapunzel grabbed a book with an elegant blue cover and flipped through the pages. Rapunzel sighed, “Remember this book?”

Star looked at the book, “...yup, it’s the first book you let me borrow when we just met. It’s one of my favorite stories.”

“You can have it, if you really want to.”

“Really?”

Rapunzel nodded. “If there’s any other books you want to keep, feel free to take some. The rest we’ll just donate them.”

“Wow, thanks!”

“But first, we have to sort which ones I want to keep and which ones I’ll give away, then you can pick some books from that pile.”

Star nodded and they began to gather books in the room. As they sorted the books they talked about which stories were their favorites and which books they planned on reading next. 

“Okay,” Rapunzel said. “Now that we’re finished sorting. We can donate this pile of books later today. But right now, I need this dress fixed.” Rapunzel pointed to a green dress with a tear in its seam. 

“You wouldn't mind helping me with that?” Rapunzel asked. “I would ask your mother but she already has her hands full today on cleaning duty.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

Rapunzel pulled out her sewing kit from one of her drawers.

As they proceeded to fix the dress, there was an awkward silence between them. Star thought about telling her about the dream again. Star finally settled down on her decision to just tell her. Now the hard part: telling her.

Star felt her heart race again. Oh, how she hated her anxiety. 

Star took a deep breath.

“Hey, Rapunzel?” Star paused what she was doing.

“Yes, Star?” Rapunzel raised an eyebrow.

“You’re an expert in dreams…or at least have some experience in dreams with messages in them, right?”

“I guess so…but the fact that I had several dreams telling me my destiny was to bring the Sundrop and the Moonstone together was a message that wasn’t sent very clearly to me.” Rapunzel chuckled. “So, is there anything you want to talk about?”

“Yeah…” Star resumed sowing the dress. “There’s this dream that I’ve been having lately and it’s always the same thing. Stella warns me about something coming, something real bad coming,”

Rapunzel stopped for a moment to think, “Hm…”

“I’m not sure what to make of it exactly,” Star said worryingly, “but all I know is that it’s bad news for me.“

Rapunzel looked concentrated with the sewing of the dress and didn’t respond. Star began to worry that she might’ve said something that could’ve made Rapunzel upset.

“There!” Rapunzel announced proudly. “All done!”

“Rapunzel?” Star reminded her. 

Rapunzel sighed deeply. 

“Come, sit over here.” Rapunzel sat down near her bedroom window and patted the spot next to her.

Star didn’t like where this is going. She slowly walked over to Rapunzel and sat down.

“Star…” Rapunzel began slowly, “I don’t want to worry you, but I’m not going to lie to you either.”

Star looked away from her. If Rapunzel is saying this, then it must be bad.

“But...“ Rapunzel continued.

Star looked at her.

“A lot has happened since I first met you. And one thing I do know about you, is how anything that has come in your way, you were able to overcome it.”

Star's eyes lit up. 

Rapunzel looked behind Star. “Oh, and if anything does get in your way, you still need to keep those fighting skills sharp! It’s nearly time for you to meet up with Eugene.”

“Oh, yeah! It nearly slipped my mind!” Star turned around and paused for a moment. “Thanks for listening, Rapunzel.”

“No problem. Whatever you need, I’m always here for you.” Rapunzel put her hand on Star’s shoulder. Something about Rapunzel’s eyes gave Star some hope that everything will be fine. 

Star gave Rapunzel a quick hug and ran off outside to meet Eugene.

“Eugene!” Star yelled. 

“Hey, Star!” Eugene greeted. “Ready for practice today?”

“Yeah, but Eugene, remember that dream i told you about? The one I keep having.”

“Yeah i remember. What about it?”

“Well, I finally told Rapunzel about it. But she wasn’t sure what to make of the dream either.”

“You’ve had this dream for how long exactly?”

“The first time I had the dream was about a couple of months ago. And it’s been reoccurring ever since. About every couple of nights I get the dream again.”

“Hm…you know what I think?”

“What?”

“I don’t know exactly but maybe it has to with the battle we had with Zhan Tiri six months ago.”

Star thought for a moment. It does make sense. Pretty much that night after Corona won over that demon she had that dream come to her. But how does it connect? Zhan Tiri is long gone, right?

“Maybe…” Star was skeptical.

“Look, Star, it's been six months and nothing really has happened.”

“But—“

“Look, I’m not saying to completely dismiss it. All I’m saying is maybe you should give this a rest. If something really is gonna happen then it will happen. Maybe it isn’t the right time.”

“Yeah, i guess you’re right,” Star said reluctantly, “But, it’s kind of hard not to think about it when I keep having the same dream recurring.”

“I can imagine.”

“But, it’s practice time now and I don’t want to become rusty.”

Eugene pulled out his sword, “Neither do I.”

Star smirked. 

She closed her eyes and whispered, “Starlight, star bright, I summon the power for me to fight.”

A star shaped figure began to glow from her chest through her clothes. Star’s feet slowly got off the ground, she was rising. Her body began to glow faintly. In an instant her entire body began to glow bright white and only her eyes were visible. The glowing figure of her body began to change it’s shape. The silhouette seemed to have armor on. As fast the white glow came, it faded. Star dropped to ground on her feet.

She opened her eyes. She had on silvery-white armor that glowed faintly. The star gem on her collar glowed brightly. 

Star took her hand out and a ball of light began to form and quickly materialized into a sword with the same silvery metal that her armor was but it was changed for offense instead of defense. 

Both Star and Eugene got into position.

Star made the first move. Star swung her sword, but Eugene quickly blocked her attack. 

Star noticed for the past couple of months that he has grown pretty quick with a sword. Star has only practiced with Cassandra, but ever since she left Corona, Eugene stepped up to mentor Star in combat. Which is fitting since he is now Captain of the Guard now. But now she’s afraid of disappointing him if she began to fall back in sword fighting. 

Their swords continue to clash against each other. They dodge each other’s attacks. Both were trying to look for an opening. They clashed again and they pushed each other away like two of the same forces being repelled by each other.

Star could feel that Eugene was going to hit her from the side. Star waved her arm and a transparent white circular shape came from the ground. It was some sort of light shield, it looked like someone spilled glitter all over it since it sparkled like crazy. Eugene nearly hit it but stopped immediately.

“Star,” Eugene put away his sword. “What did we talk about you using your light shield.”

Star’s light shield glowed and disappeared. “Um...to...not to use it?”

“Yes, exactly!”

“Sorry, it’s just my instinct,” she shrugged.

“I’m saying this so if you somehow lose your magic necklace that gives you magical powers, you can use a plain old non-magical sword. You know what maybe we should start using them right—”

“Captain! Captain!” A guard soldier came in running.

“Oh, what is it now?” Eugene groaned.

“It’s...It’s…” the guard couldn’t keep his breath. “It’s about the missing horses! There has been another report about a missing horse!” 

“Oh, has there been any new information?”

The guard soldier shook his head. 

Eugene sighed in disappointment.

“We have been trying to find this horse thief for nearly two weeks and we aren’t even close to finding who it is.” Eugene said in frustration. “It’s been driving me up a wall!”

Eugene sighed, “Look, Star, I’m afraid that we have to cut our time short, but this is really urgent.”

“No problem, Eugene. You go ahead and find that horse thief!” Star said. “Anyways, it works out, I have to meet up with someone for lunch. I can wait around at the cafe.”

Star got on her horse, “Well, see you around, Eugene.” 

Star took a sip of her drink. 

She looked out towards the town square from the cafe. Corona was still in a rebuilding period. After the battle with Zhan Thiri, a lot of construction has taken place. Although the black rocks were gone, the destruction that was left behind was still there and there is still  a lot to rebuild.

Star began to take a sip of her drink. Hm...I wonder what could be taking––

“Star! Star!”

Star spat out her drink because otherwise her drink would’ve gone up her nose.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” 

“It’s ok, Varian…” she coughed.

“Sorry, we had some...” Varian paused and patted some soot off his clothes, “um...technical difficulties.”

“No worries, anyways, why did you invite me here.”

“Oh yes! I was just going to get to that!” Varian sat down across from her. “So, I have another project I’m working on and I need an extra pair of hands. So, are you in?”

“Yeah,” 

“Great! Right after you finished the weekly check up we can star working on it.”

“Varian…” Star’s tone changed. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, sure anything.” Varian nodded.

“Are you sure there wasn’t anything else on the scroll about the Star Knight. Like anything at all?”

“Um...no. I’m pretty sure about that. Even if there was, the scroll is long gone. Daminitus didn’t exactly make the scroll fireproof.”

Star looked away in thought. She knew Varian was telling her everything he knows. She just needed some answers.

Varian leaned forward, “It’s the dream again, huh?”

“Yeah,” Star leaned back.

“Yeah, figures, those dark circles under your eyes kind of gave it away."

Star was embarrassed. It was that noticeable, people have been pointing that out all day.

"Other than some information about the three levels of the Star Knight and the Ultimate Star Incantation, there wasn’t anything else about it. All we know that there’s been a previous person who was also the Star Knight during the time Daminitus was still alive.”

“Stella…” she whispered.

“Who?”

“Stella, she was the previous Star Knight, I think. This one time when I was able to connect with her, she mentioned working alongside Daminitus or something like that. The point is, they knew of each other.”

“Well, that explains why the Star Knight even appears in the scroll at all but still. Your gem has to be connected in some way with the Sundrop and Moondrop, but they are reunited already. Hm…”

“Ya know…” Star stirred her drink, “I talked to Eugene about it. He suspects that something will come. I don’t think we’ve heard the last about the Sundrop and the Moonstone.”

They both looked at each other in silence. The last thing either of them needed was to be entangled into that kind of magic again.

Or do they?

Star let out a long sigh, “I just want to learn more about all of this…I just know it.”

“You know, we can go back to Daminitus’s tomb.” Varian suggested.

“We can?” Star raised an eyebrow.  

“Yeah!” Varian pulled out a map from his backpack and rolled it out on the table. “With the balloon we will be there faster than we ever will be traveling on the ground.”

“Cool! So when can we go?”

“First thing tomorrow,” Varian rolled back up his map, “This is a great chance for me to find more information about Daminitus’ work.”

He placed the map in his backpack.

Star paused.

Maybe they shouldn't go? The past couple of months have been really calm. Nothing about celestial rocks or anyone wanting to wield them for their power since they are gone. Corona is no longer in danger. They didn’t have to wake up every morning to wonder what will attempt to kill them this time. It’s been...nice.

"Maybe we shouldn't go?" Star said.

"What? Why?" Varian blinked. "I thought you wanted some answers."

"Yeah…but, what if we somehow reawaken the magic again?"

"I haven't thought about that…" Varian pursed his lips, "Maybe we should put this on hold."

"Yeah, I think it's best...for now." Star began to go deep in thought. It didn't feel right to hold off this mission. A part of her wanted to go and find answers. Although the Sundrop and Moonstone were gone, she still had questions about them and her gem. 

"Varian," Star began, "do you ever feel like there's more in you that needs to know? Like you don't quite belong?"

"Ha!" Varian chuckled. "Of course I do! All the time. I mean, I didn’t have much for friends before you guys came along. Of course I had Ruddiger here.”

Ruddiger climbed up and Varian petted him.

“Same here,” Star said, “Before Rapunzel returned after years, I had a hard time making friends. I seem to...mess everything up. So, when I metyou, it was great having a friend around my age.”

Varian smiled.

“For a while now I felt like I still haven’t fulfilled my destiny. Like a puzzle missing a piece. I know it sounds crazy but maybe it’s my calling.”

“To be frank, I do feel the same way. I still have so many questions about Daminitus and his work. I feel like there’s more. So much more we haven’t seen.”

They sat there with their own thoughts for a moment. 

"Anyways," Varian stood up and looked at the clock. "We'd better get going. It's nearly—oh no! I promised my dad I’d be back at the lab in time! We are never gonna get to my lab back in time!”

"Not on foot," Star got up and whistled. Within moments a black horse came trotting in. The horse has a white lunar shape on her forehead.

"Hey, Luna," Star got up her horse. 

"Come on," She held out her hand.

Varian hesitated for a moment. He grabbed her hand and got on. 

"You may want to hold on to me." Star said.

"What?! Why?" 

Star pulled on the reins and Varian almost immediately fell off. He grabbed on to Star. Star could feel him hugging her a little too tightly. She could sense that Varian was closing his eyes.

As they rode across the field, Star enjoyed the breeze blowing through her hair. She always loved horseback riding. It always had that sense of freedom. 

They stopped as they approached Varian's home.

"Okay, you can let go of me now," Star said.

"What?" Varian still had his eyes closed.

"You can let me go before I squeeze to death."

Varian opened his eyes. He immediately let her go. "Oh, I am so sorry—woah!"

Varian nearly fell off before Star grabbed him by his arm.

"Thanks, but next time warn me before you go full speed." 

They got off Luna. And headed towards Varian's lab.

"Hey, dad!" Varian greeted his father 

"Hey, Quirin!" Star said. "How's things doing down here?"

"Hello, everything's going pretty well. We've only had one difficulty this week. Less than usual."

Star pulled out her goggles. It had yellow stars painted on either side of them. Star also grabbed a book and pencil. 

“Okay, for this week,” Star started to write down in the book, “only one mishap. Definitely, an improvement from last week. Queen Rapunzel will be pleased to hear this.”

“Yup, were making excellent progress.” Varian said proudly. “Soon, no more explosions, ever. Ha, imagine that! And you can finally have a break. You no longer have to come here.”

“...oh, yeah, t-that’d be great,” Star said hesitantly.

“Look, Star,” Varian pulled her aside, “you’ve had a lot on your plate for the past couple of months with you know being the royal advisor and having to keep on being the Star Knight. I think you deserve a break.”

“I don’t need a break,” she said.

“B-but—”

“I guess we are all done here!” Star changed the subject. “Goodbye Quirin! I’ll see you later, Varian.” Star walked away leaving Varian hanging.

Star sat alone on the steps in front of Varian’s home. She sighed miserably. She knew what she did wasn’t good, but she didn't understand why she acted that way. Varian was right, she has been pushing herself a bit too hard, so why should she feel so upset? She should be jumping in joy about this, right?

“Hey, Star.”

Star turned around, it was Varian. 

“Hey,” she said. Star couldn’t tell if Varian was upset with her with how she left things hanging. She felt pretty bad with how she left things.

"Sorry for storming off like that. I know know why I reacted that way."

"Eh," Varian shrugged. "It's alright. You still seem pretty tired."

Star chuckled softly. 

“So what’s this project you’re working on?” Star asked.

“Oh, it’s just a little idea I had after adding the thrusters to the balloon back when Rapunzel needed to get to the spire,” Varian pulled out plans from his bag and placed them out on the floor. “Well, what if we added thrusters to a wagon and added some sort of maneuvering system to control it. Transportation would be so much faster!”

“That sounds great!" Star looked at his plans. "Uh, how do we do it?" 

"I brought all the materials we are going to need," Varian rolled up his plans and pointed to the wagon. 

Star walked up to the wagon and looked into it. There two thrusters layed there alongside parts and tools. 

“Well then,” Varian stretched his arms, “we better get started.”

They got started on building Varian’s invention. 

Star held a part in place, while Varian screwed it in place.

A shuffling sound could be heard from the bushes.

“Did you hear that?” Star asked.

“Hear what?” Varian said as he screwed [the part in place. “There! I screwed in the brake!”

Star looked into the bushes, but couldn't see anything that would make that sound. Could it be just her imagination?

Luna was grazing over the grass until she heard another shuffle in the bushes. She perked her ears towards the direction of where the sound came from. She turned her head but saw nothing and continued to graze.

"Okay so," Varian put gown his wrench, "it's nearly done, all we have to do now is to test it out so see—"

Neigh!

Star turned around and saw Luna being unruly, kicking her hooves in the sir. There was a person sitting in her saddle, attempting to settle her down.

"Hey!" Star yelled. "What are you doing?! Get off her!"

The stranger grabbed a hold of Luna and galloped off.

"We have to go after them!"

"How? We don't have a horse!"

"We have to use your invention!"

"What? But it hasn't even been tested!" Varian warned her. "That is dangerous!"

"We don't have a choice!" Star hopped into the wagon. 

"Ugh, okay fine! But I'll be driving!" Varian hopped onto the wagon cart.

“Fine,” Star knew that they’d better off having Varian as a driver. She hopped into the wagon after him.

“On three you turned on the thrusters. Got it?”

“Yup,” Star put her hands near the thrusters. She was nervous that her hand might slip and accidentally blast them.

“One...two...oh, make sure to hold on tight!”

“Wait, what“

“Three!”

Star didn’t hesitate to turn on the thrusters and as sound as she did, they blasted off. They were going fast. Faster than Star would like. 

They travelled across hills and bumpy roads, that nearly threw them off. Star saw trees and people go by.

“Sorry!” Star said as they nearly hit a man.

“Over there!” Star pointed forward. “There’s Luna!”

“And there’s a huge rock ahead!” Varian yelled. He pulled on the lever as hard as he could. “I think we’re going too fast! We can’t turn in time! We’re gonna get hit!”

The hit the rock with great force. They were flung out of the invention. They flew across the sky. Star could see everything in slow motion. She saw the sky and a bird flew nearby. 

She felt herself hit something...or someone.

“Ow!” A voice yelled. “Get off of me!”

Star found herself on top of someone in the soft grass.

She got up and looked for Varian.

“Varian!” Star called for him.

“I’m here!” Varian crawled out of a bush covered in leaves.

“You okay?”

“Other than the fact that I bruised my everything, I’ll be fine,” he shook off the leaves in his hair.

Neigh!

Star gasped, “Luna!”

She turned around and saw the horse thief with her horse. Turns out this thief was just a teenager.

This kid was about Star’s age but he was average height, maybe a little bit more. He had bright red hair and had more freckles than Varian. His blue eyes were bright in confidence.

“Hey!” Star yelled. “Give me back my horse!”

“Well, it was your horse,” the red headed kid said.

“I’m warning you!” Star said as she took out her star necklace.

“Or what?” The kid smirked.

“Hold it right there!” 

Star turned around.

There were two guard soldiers that she had never seen before. They must’ve been new recruits, both had their swords out. 

All three of them had their hands up.

“Are you three the ones stealing all the horses?” One of them asked.

“What?! No! It was him!” Star pointed at the red head kid.

“No! It was them!” The kid tried to convince them.

The guard soldiers looked at each other. 

“I think we should bring them all in,” said the taller guard soldier. The other nodded in agreement.

“What?!” Varian exclaimed. “It was all him! You have to believe us! I’m the royal engineer! And she’s the Star Knight!”

“Look, I can prove—” Star said before she got interrupted by one of the guards handcuffing her and Varian. 

“Hey, watch it!” The horse thief said as the tall guard soldier almost pin him to put on the handcuffs. “No need to be so rough! I’ll go with you guys, jeez!”

Star nearly fell over when she tripped when she was taken away. She felt her necklace slipped through her hands. “Hey!”

“Sorry, kid,” the short guard said. “This is the way things have to be while get this resolved.”

“My necklace!” Star said.

One of them picked her necklace and observed it. 

“That’s mine! Star said. 

“Do you think it might be stolen?” He asked his partner. 

His partner shrugged. “Could be. Hold on to it just in case.”

“What? No! It’s mine! I told you! I can prove it!” Star said.

“Hey kid, maybe stop with all the talking. You can say all you want we get to the dungeon.”

They close the door on the prison wagon. Star plopped on the ground and sighed. How could all this go so wrong so quickly?  All three of them remained quiet for the rest of the trip to the dungeon.

[minhoslut]

♡ summary: Reader is traded to a band of pirates in return for the safety of her village because of her plant magic. They are not like she expected, much more like her than she could even imagine in fact. This is a journey through their relationships and the high seas they sail on.

♡ pairing: superm x fem!reader, superm x eachother

♡ chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | ? |

♡ series warnings: blood mention, injury mention, swearing, anxiety, death mention, depression, weapons, mxm

♡ series genre: romance, smut, angst

♡ series rating: Mature

♡ word count: 2364

♡ posted on: AO3

♡ chapter two: on board

You woke with a start when the boat lurched in some rough waves and were quickly reminded where you were. You sat up in the bed and surveyed the cabin. It was dark now, your eyes adjusted to the lack of light and you could make out the shapes of bodies on the beds. The rest of the crew must have come to bed once they finished their duties. You couldn’t fall back asleep, feeling restless in the bed. No one else seemed to be awake, so you carefully lowered yourself off the bunk, cringing when you landed harder than you meant to. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to wake anyone so you crept over to the door and opened it slowly before slipping out.

Walking through the maze of the hallways, you eventually managed to surface on the deck. There were a few crew members around who gave you looks but ultimately stayed away. It was odd, but so was the Captain so it didn’t surprise you much. You wandered to the edge of the ship watching the waves crash against the sides. The moon and stars were bright so it was easier to see then inside the ship. You were in the middle of the ocean now, no land in sight. It made you shiver. You had never been out this far before and it was nerve-wracking. The air tasted salty and there was a breeze in the cool night. You sighed lightly as you watched the reflection of the sky in the open sea.

You felt a presence behind you and turned to find the dark red-haired man, Ten if you remembered correctly, standing there. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be out here, hm?” He asked, a smile playing across his lips. “It’s not like I can go anywhere anyway. I couldn’t sleep so I came for some air.” You turned away from him again and leaned against the side of the boat with your arms resting on the edge. Ten leaned his back against the boat beside you and studied your face. You huffed, “Do you need something?” -- “Not particularly.” -- “Then stop staring at me, it’s annoying.” These men were so strange, it was frustrating the way they all seemed to know something you didn’t.

“You’re a strange woman, Y/N. You have plant magic correct? Show me.” You glared at him and grew a small yellow carnation in your palm. His eyes twinkled at your show and he extended an open palm to ask for the plant. Handing him the flower you returned your eyes to the sea. “Beautiful isn’t it? I love watching the night sea, that’s why I never mind when I get charged with steering at night.” You turned to him quickly, “Who’s steering now then?” Ten chuckled at the panic in your voice. “Don’t worry I put someone else on it to cover for me. It can be left for a little anyway, we aren’t in any hurry.” Slowly, you relaxed back into your previous position, feeling your eyes begin to droop.

“Let’s get you back to bed little one.” Ten said softly, standing up straight and walking towards the entrance to the lower levels of the ship. You followed after him, entering the room he opened the door to. Ten didn’t come in so you assumed he was returning to his post. You attempted to get on the bed again but found yourself unsuccessful just like you were earlier. Letting out a frustrated sigh you laid down on the wooden floor beside Taemin and your bunk, closing your eyes and letting the rocking ship lull you back to sleep.

When you woke up again it was when Taemin fell on top of you. “Ack, what the fuck?” He cried landing half on you and half on the floor. You groaned and tried to shove him off of yourself as he scrambled to get off you himself. Taemin offered a hand once he got up which you accepted with a huff. “Why were you on the floor?” Taemin asked letting go of your hand. You felt nervous suddenly, feeling the other men in the room looking at you. They all seemed to have changed into looser garb for sleeping, you noticed as you looked around at each of them. Ten was missing from the group as was Lucas and the Captain of course. You didn’t like being stared at, especially by these pirates.

“I couldn’t get back up on the bed, ok?” You admitted, looking at your bare feet. “Why’d you get down then?” Mark asked, raising his brow. You blushed, you honestly hadn’t even thought about it when you’d gotten out of bed originally. “How stupid.” Mark said, shaking his head at you, making you clench your teeth. You were learning that this Mark was extremely frustrating. You glared at him before pushing past Taemin and heading towards the door. Taeyong grabbed your arm, “And where exactly do you think you’re going?” -- “Anywhere but here.” -- “Too bad you’re confined to quarters until Captain says otherwise.” Narrowing your eyes at the purple-haired man, you shook yourself free of his grip and stomped over to Taemins bed and sat down.

“Baekhyun, stay with her while we check with the Captain.” Taemin said as he turned and exited the room with Mark and Taeyong in tow. Baekhyun sat on the bunk across from you, watching your eyes closely. “They mean well, they just like to follow Captains orders.” He said softly. Him and Taemin spoke to you as if you might break if they were to speak harshly. “I don’t care, I just hate being trapped, and I hate this ship.” You grumbled, turning away from his intense gaze. “Fair enough, I understand.” -- “No you don’t! You kidnapped me from my home and are keeping me hostage on this ship. I’ve never left my home before! This is terrifying, and you’re all acting like I'm overreacting to this.”

The room was silent after your outburst. “I’m sorry. I can’t change it and I’m not allowed to explain why we took you. All I can offer is my comradery.” His words sounded sincere but you weren’t sure if you should really trust him. He felt similar to the way Taemin did, somehow comforting and trustworthy despite the fact that they were pirates and had kidnapped you. You sighed, which you had done way too many times already since being taken, and gave a weak smile. “Ok, then can we get out of this room?” You asked with puppy dog eyes, which seemed to work because Baekhyun stood up and went to the door.

Following after him, you shut the door behind you. From what you remembered of the ship Baekhyun seemed to be leading you down to the galley again. Your guess was correct, you saw Lucas and Ten sitting at the same table from yesterday, which Baekhyun led you over to. He sat you beside Lucas and went to grab some food, which turned out to be some kind of porridge, then sat across from you beside Ten. “Eat, you didn’t have dinner last night.” Baekhyun said as he handed you a spoon. You accepted and took a tentative bite, surprised when the porridge was actually pretty tasty.

You didn’t like the fact that you could feel the three men watching you eat so you put your spoon down and just waited until they fell into their own conversation before continuing to eat. A shout pulled your attention and you lifted your head to see your roommates from earlier marching towards you with the Captain. “Baekhyun, she was supposed to be kept in the room.” Taeyong said, glaring at you and Baekhyun. “It’s breakfast Yong, everyone’s gotta eat, sit down.” Baekhyun said nonchalantly, eating another spoonful.

You saw the Taemin hiding a smile behind the Captain when he made eye contact with you. “But the Captain said-” Mark was interrupted by said man, “It’s fine, he was just doing what he thought was right.” Jongin said, making Baekhyun smile mockingly at Mark. The four men sat down after getting their own food. Taeyong slid in beside you and Mark beside him while Taemin sat beside Baekhyun and Jongin sat at the head of the table again.

Once everyone had begun eating Jongin looked at you, “So, Y/N, today you will be assigned to working with Taeyong while he does his rounds, then in the evening you will be with Mark.” You saw both men make a face at his announcement but hide it quickly and give him a nod. Staying silent, you groaned internally, the two who you dislike the most just had to be the ones he chose. Maybe it would have been better to be a prisoner left alone all day instead of integrated into the crew or whatever the Captain was doing.

When your table had finished eating everyone stood up, “Taeyong, once you’re changed come and get the Holder from my room.” Jongin ordered, then began to leave the room, making you scramble to follow after at his quick pace. He didn’t say anything to you as you followed after him, just continued walking to his quarters. You just followed, watching his broad back move through the hallways. Why did he even tell you to come with him anyway?

Reaching his room the two of you entered, Jongin shutting the door behind you. He gestured to a chair, which you sat in, watching as the Captain paced the room. “Would you show me your gift again?” He asked, looking at you expectantly. “Gift huh.” You scoffed under your breath, making Jongin raise a brow. Growing a yellow carnation and handing it to the Captain as he walked by and he studied it in his hands. “Is this all you can do?” He asked sitting against his desk across from you, “No, but this is the easiest display. What do you want me to do?” You questioned him, playing with your hands in your lap.

It was silent for a moment, you could feel Jongins eyes on you, making you anxious. “Can you make fruits? Vegetables?” Food. He wanted to know if you could make food. Well, you supposed that made sense. You grew a strawberry in your palm, “I can, yes. It takes more energy though, especially for larger things.” Jongin stared at you, unmoving. You ate the strawberry, letting the sweet taste take you back to your garden. You grew strawberries there year-round, it took less energy to grow things in the actual place they would naturally grow. Again you wished to be back there instead of on this wretched ship.

A knock on the door broke the silence, “Come in.” The Captain called, standing straight again. Taeyong entered the room dressed in some tight brown pants and a loose white button-up that was belted at the waist. Jongin waved his hand and Taeyong nodded, grabbing your arm and pulling you with him out the door. Stumbling after him, you tried to pull yourself out of his grip, “I'm coming, let go!” You growled at the purple-haired man, but you were completely ignored. Taeyong finally released you when you both reached the deck where a few crew members were mopping.

“Get to work.” He said monotonously, handing you a mop. You stared at him but decided a fight wasn’t worth it. You were still not sure if they would get violent with you, so you just settled with mopping whilst grumbling to yourself. This was all kinds of annoying, cleaning whilst being under the eye of an enemy and on a pirate ship at that. It was like doing the work you had to do at home minus the small bits of happiness you had found. Great. Someone kicked your knees from behind, causing you to fall onto your knees and drop the broom.

“Take a closer look, does that look clean to you?” You scowled up at Taeyong, the culprit behind your sudden greeting with the wooden deck. Standing up, you continued mopping, this time with extra vigor and a purposeful look sent to Taeyong. Fucking pirates. You continued to work for a while longer as Taeyong paced the deck observing your and the other people cleaning the decks work ethic. A soft voice made its way to your ears as you scrubbed the salt and grime from the boards, and you were surprised to find the source to be your watchman himself. Taeyong was singing softly as he leaned against the edge of the boat, watching the sea move by. How curious.

Eventually, Mark came along to collect you, thankfully he let you walk on your own, unlike some people who act like complete brutes. He didn’t speak to you at all, simply led you around the ship while he spoke with various crew members about the ships condition and various supplies that would be needed next time the boat was docked. It was mind-numbingly boring, you were tired of walking around being stared at by crew members and ignored by Mark. Why were you even following him anymore? Maybe you should just go back to the room or go explore the boat?

You stopped walking and watched Mark continue on his way for a few feet before he stopped as well. He turned to face you, “Why did you stop?” He asked, frustration lacing his voice. “You aren’t even speaking to me, why must I follow you around for nothing?” You countered, crossing your arms. “Captain asked me to show you what I do, this is it. My job as the boatswain is to make sure everything that makes the ship stay afloat is working and to find out what supplies we need when we get to land. I don’t want to have you following me around anymore then you do, but this is Captains orders and I will follow them as will you.” Mark said walking closer to you until he was barely an inch away, “Got it?” You nodded and he backed away, turned and continued walking.  You begrudgingly followed after him, a scowl prominent on your face.

[honeylikewords]

Cudly Poe on Both man, that's what I need. I'm freezing right now, and I want Poe to come give me cuddles.

Honestly, me too, especially while getting over this nasty flu :’0 Cuddles are such a comfort and a good thing, and make everything better!

So, without further ado, here comes some Blatant Self Indulgence For Myself!

“You know, I think she does this just to pick on me,” Poe grumbles, rubbing his arms through his heavy jacket sleeves. 

Snap looks over at his friend, setting his mouth tightly with annoyance, and folds his arms over his chest.

“Are you really calling General Organa petty right now?,” he yells, trying to make himself heard over the whipping of the icy winds.

“Yes! I mean, why else would she put us on ‘guard duty’ out here?”

Poe points a gloved finger accusatorily out towards the unendingly white spans of nothingness before the two of them, then gives an obvious shiver, his teeth chattering.

“Really! We can’t see a damned thing in this kind of weather, anyway, and even if we could, there’s nothing to see! Anything we need to be aware of is easy enough to monitor from inside the base! She put me out on this post as... punishment!”

“Well,” Snap says back, burrowing his arms closer to his chest to keep warm, “Maybe you earned it.”

“She stuck you out here, too!”

“It’s my fault for being friends with you,” he gripes. “I’m being punished for fraternizing!”

Poe is tempted to kick a snow pile at Snap when he hears the familiar groan of metal behind him and turns, seeing the door to base opening. General Organa peeks out with a wry smile, eyeing Poe warily.

“Nice to see you haven’t frozen to death,” she chuckles.

“Oh, har-har.”

“Backtalk me like that and I’ll have you out here on back-to-back shifts,” she offers. Poe can tell by her tone that she’s far from joking.

Leia tosses a hand over her shoulder, beckoning the men indoors.

“We got a snowstorm alert. We’re shutting down for the night. Battening down the hatches, no ins or outs until we have the all-clear.”

Poe and Snap both breathe sighs of relief and rush back into the base, overjoyed when the heavy door seals behind them and blocks out the blasting winds. As Poe slumps against the door and pulls down the massive hood of his winter jacket, he can see Leia smiling at him through his snow goggles, her grin playful.

“Had fun out there, Dameron?”

“You know I was born on a tropical planet,” he grumbles, sliding the goggles up onto his forehead. “That was just cruel.”

“I know,” she laughs. “But you’re fine, aren’t you? Not going to let a little chill get you down, right, Commander?”

“I suppose,” he says, unable to withhold his own smile. He can’t help that Leia has such infectious laughter, after all, and he lets go of his gripes and griefs as he smiles back. 

As the three of them walk down the halls and further into the base, Poe tugs his gloves off and clears his throat, running scenarios out in his mind to see which one allowed him to seem the most casual.

“So,” he drawls, tucking his gloves into his pocket. “Have you, uh, heard from--”

“Your girlfriend?,” Leia interjects, making Poe’s face heat with more than just windburn. Her eyes glitter with teasing mirth, knowing full well that she’s embarrassed Poe a twinge. “Yes. She should be over in medbay. I think her shift’s turning over about now, too, so--”

“Right, gotcha, see you all in a little bit, buh-bye,” Poe rushes, blatantly overeager to leave. He throws Snap and Leia a quick nod, and then Poe, clearly too excited to restrain himself, takes off jogging towards the medbay.

As Poe nears the medbay, his embarrassment transforms itself into enthusiastic anticipation, a growing giddiness. He’s been thinking about her all day; out there on guard duty, he’d let his imagination run away with him more than once, taking him back into her warm embrace over and over again. Now, as he gets closer and closer to the reality of her, he can practically feel her warmth on his skin, feel her in his arms. He’s thrilled.

He takes a quick peek in the door of the medbay when he arrives, peering around the corner, and sees her sitting on a chair, someone’s coat spread over her lap, and she appears to be sewing it. Curious, Poe steps into the doorway and pauses, leaning against the doorframe, just watching.

She doesn’t look up from her sewing, instead seeming to be intently focused on her work. She’s patching a rather nasty gash along the shoulder seam, and the span of stitches seems to be near its end, the gash closing up nicely. In and out she pulls the needle, and, with the final loop, pulls the thread taut, sealing the cut fabric together. Making a few knots at the end of the thread, she takes a small pair of scissors and snips the thread, then places the scissors, needle, and thread off to the side and holds the coat up to inspect it. 

“It looks good to me,” Poe says, officially breaking the silence and calling her attention to him.

She seems surprised at first, but her expression quickly shifts into one of comfort, a smile growing; she’s happy to see him, and it makes Poe feel warm all over to know she’s smiling because of him.

“Hey, you,” she says softly. “You look cold.”

“What gave it away?”

“You still have snow in your hair.”

At that, she stands up and sets the coat aside, walking over to Poe. She stops short of him by a few inches and reaches up to lightly brush at his bangs, fluffing the hair to disperse the accumulated snow. Poe feels a happy little chill course through him at the sensation of her fingers in his hair, and smiles at her as a few wayward snowflakes flutter free and fall down.

When she’s content that most of the snow has been dislodged, she passes her hand through his hair and traces down the side of his face, looking up at him warmly, and holds his chin, rubbing her fingers on his wind-whipped cheeks.

“They’re like ice,” she mumbles, a smile still playing on her lips. “Here.”

Pulling Poe down by his chin, she kisses each of his cheeks slowly, making sure to linger her lips on his skin. Poe feels more than warmed by the gesture, and puts his hands on her hips, moving his face to follow her kisses, unwilling to miss even a microsecond of her sweet attentions. When she pulls off his cheeks, he remains near to her, still holding her hips, watching her closely with bemusement and adoration.

“Anywhere else cold, Commander?”

“You know, now that I think about it,” he teases, bumping the tip of his nose against hers, “I think my lips are frozen solid, sweetheart.”

“Is that so?,” she teases back. “Well, I think I have just the thing...”

Poe closes his eyes, letting out a dreamy sigh, a dazed, joyful smile spreading across his face as he rubs his nose against her cheek, coaxing her close.

She wraps her arms around his neck and they continue their little dance for a few moments more; she gently rakes her nails down the nape of his neck, warming the skin there as her palm passes over his shorter hairs. He presses their foreheads together and chuckles, their breaths making each other’s faces feel slightly foggy and ever-so-pleasantly hot, and then...

She presses her jaw up and meets his lips, kissing him with such candor and ardency that Poe’s stomach flips. A boyish, jittery excitement takes over him, prompting him to take her chin in his hand, rubbing his thumb against the side of her jaw, allowing him to turn his head side to side and make the kiss deeper, warmer, more intimate.

They stay liplocked, swaying with each other, for a heartbeat longer, until she pulls back, the parting of their lips issuing a soft ‘pop’ that makes Poe’s knees weak. 

He brushes his thumb along his darling’s cheek and lets out a breathy, relieved giggle, kissing her forehead as she laughs back softly. Poe still isn’t used to how satisfying and thrilling kissing her can be, and he still finds himself, even after all the time, taken aback by the wonder of it, his stomach still weak with butterflies.

As they calm down from the rush of the kiss, Poe gently pats his sweetheart’s hips and looks around, fishing for an appropriate conversation starter. His eyes fall on the jacket she’d been attending to and he juts his chin at it.

“I meant to ask,” he says, still holding her hips and swaying them side to side slightly, “What was that about?”

“The coat?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, we didn’t have any injuries today,” says his beloved. 

Poe offers her a congratulatory high-five. She accepts it.

“But one of the techies ripped his coat trying to squeeze between a ship with hull damage and a wall, and I saw him struggling to try and get help sewing it, so I figured it couldn’t be much different from applying sutures and lent a hand.”

“How utilitarian!,” Poe smiles. “But sweet.”

“Thank you,” she replies, kissing his cheek gratefully. “Now, can we go? I’ve been here for hours and I want to get into bed.”

“You got it, kid.”

Taking her hand, Poe walks out of the medbay, confidently leading his sweetheart through the crowd of workers changing shifts and rebels being ushered inside the base as the blast doors are shut. It’s loud and crowded, but Poe seems to be able to navigate through the sea effortlessly, determined to get where he’s going. 

After a good few minutes of swift walking and pointed “excuse me”s and “coming through”s, the two of them find their way to the emptier hallways for the sleeping quarters, and Poe slows in front of the door leading to his sweetheart’s bunk. They come to a stand-still and Poe squeezes her hand, a shy silence replacing his former firm confidence.

“So, should I, you know, head out? Let you rest?”

“Poe,” she giggles exasperatedly, “You know you can come in, right?”

“Well, I didn’t want to just invite myself,” he defends. “That’d be very ungentlemanly!”

“Come on,” she says, tugging him towards the door. “It’s warmer when you’re here.”

Poe feels his cheeks glow at the thought of warming her and follows her into her bunk with a goofy smile plastered to his face.

He stands near the door as it closes behind them and watches his girl head to the bed, sitting on the edge and taking her boots off, then removing her heavy puffer coat. He doesn’t move, just admires the journey of her slow unraveling, her shifting from worker bee to a domestic, comfortable woman, and his heart grows heavy with love at the sight.

She stands to walk over and find her sleeping clothes when she notices Poe lingering near the door, prompting her to come over to his side and take his hand, pulling him towards the bed. He pliantly follows her every instruction and sits down on the bedside when she lightly pushes on his shoulders, and allows her to take his hand and guide it down towards his boots.

“Make yourself comfortable, honey,” she murmurs. 

Poe melts at the sound of the word. Honey. 

He busies himself with taking off his boots and losing the large, heavy coat, placing them on a nearby chair, as his sweetheart quickly dips into the nearby bathroom to change. While she’s in there, Poe looks behind him at the bed he’s seated on, fidgeting with the hem of the topmost blanket.

It’s one of the military-issue cold weather types, quilted with a mesh of fabrics so that it’s as light as possible while still capturing as much heat as possible. He’s never liked them, himself, and always found them too thin to keep him warm on his own, and starts to imagine what a nicer bed would look like.

It’d be large enough for both of them, he starts with. A side for him and a side for her, though he knows he’d wander over to her side and spend his nights holding her close as can be. The pillows would be larger, too, than these ones, and the sheets softer. A nice, warm red color for the sheets, he imagines, would be very pretty, and with a big, puffy comforter on top for them to cuddle under. 

The bed would be in their own bedroom, in their own house, on a planet where plants grow thick and lush, and he’d be able to wake up every morning with her within reach. He pictures windows with gauzy curtains, morning light on her face as she sleeps and he reaches over and--

The door to the bathroom opens and his beloved steps out, now in her sleeping clothes; he recognizes the shirt as one of his own tunic-like tops and smiles.

She goes to her side of the bed and pulls down the covers, sliding between the sheets and curling up into a small ball, facing Poe. She then tugs the corner of the blankets nearest him and pats the bed softly, glancing up at him with inviting eyes.

“I’m cold,” she says simply.

He needs no more instruction.

Poe comes under the covers and reaches out for her, tugging her close to his chest. They wriggle for a few moments, finding the perfect, most comfortable position to be in, aligning their bodies with one another, legs and knees fitting together and heads slotting into crooks of necks, and when they find the perfect alignment, they both release sighs of comfort.

One of Poe’s hands crests up and down her spine as she nudges her cold nose against the warm column of Poe’s neck, and he lets out a brief laugh at the surprising sensation of it. His fingers lightly caress her back and trail up her neck into her hair, where he softly brushes at it and admires its texture, its weight, its warmth. He leans in and takes a breath, the scent of her filling his nose, when he feels her start to giggle into his chest.

“Did you just smell me?,” she teases.

“Well, I--”

Poe stumbles over himself, suddenly self-conscious.

“It’s okay,” she quickly inserts, patting his chest with a free hand. “I’m just giving you a hard time. It’s cute.”

She presses up from her cuddled position to deposit a quick kiss on Poe’s lips, running a few fingertips along his stubbly jawline as she does so. Poe kisses back eagerly, comforted by the affectionate gesture, and feels her scritch her nails under his chin, as if he was a particularly well-behaved dog. He likes it.

When they part, Poe feels much warmer and much more at ease, his arms looped around his lover and cuddling her close, conserving heat between the two of them in a comfortable little bubble. He nuzzles into her cheek and peppers her face with small, chaste pecks, and the two of them slowly sink into a quiet, loving lull. 

Their breaths deepen and slow down, eyes growing heavy, and Poe’s hand rubs small, dreamy circles into his sweetheart’s back in dozing repetitions. Both of them tired from their long days, they begin to drift off into a well-earned sleep.

Before Poe finally falls, he gives her one last, sleepy look, and admires her face as it presses against his shoulder, her cheek flat to his chest. He smiles; though perhaps they were not in the largest bed, nor the cushiest, and were not swaddled in the finest blankets and sheets, he can think of no warmer place in all the worlds than here, by her side.

[mizznancywheelerfic]

Horny on Sight unfinished nurse/soldier fic. 

“things they carried” rated m. Chapter 1 Complete. Chapter 2 unfinished.

“things they carried”  

Forbidden

WW2 AU

 Chapter 1

“Nurse Stark, you will be assigned to one of the single units today.” Nurse Mordane said as she called over her schedule.

Arya bit her lip, but she still nodded her head. There was little she hated more than taking orders from Nurse Mordane. The head nurse was a shrill and stout old woman who loved calling out orders. Still, it was Arya's choice to be here, so she took the demands without complaint. As Nurse Mordane explained, one of the other nurses left back home. Consequently, Arya was being moved from her previous station to fill her place.

As she followed Nurse Mordane down the hall, Arya heard the sounds and saw the sights of nurses and patients alike. In particular, one dark haired, long faced boy being led in a wheelchair reminded Arya rather painfully of her brother, Jon. He was off to war like their father, and their brothers, Robb and Bran. And she was off to war as well. That was all that was left to her after Bran was sent off. Her mother and sister, Sansa, moved from London to her grandfather's countryside estate, Riverrun. There, they hoped to find safety, but Arya knew there was no safety in war. Instead of being trapped in a rainy manor, Arya packed her bags before heading off to the recruitment center.

Now she was in France. Only five years past, she was visiting Paris with her father. But those memories felt like distant experiences felt by another. How could Arya relate to that girl she once was? That Arya thought the world would be full of adventure and fun. These days, she knew better. Arya saw men die, men in pieces, men in blood. The world was a cruel place. War taught her that much. God only knew where her brothers and fathers were. No letters had reached her in months. When Nurse Mordane knocked on the door of her patient's tiny room, Arya snapped out of her thoughts and stood still.

“Are you decent?” Mordane asked.

“Sure,” said a man. He had an American accent.

Mordane turned back to look at Arya and nodded toward the door.  “A Yankee. He came with a whole lot of them last night, along with some British soldiers that were hurt in the last fight with some Germans.”

Arya nodded in understanding before Mordane opened the door to the single.

The soldier was abed, looking sullen as Arya surveyed the room and Mordane looked over his charts.  

He's handsome, Arya thought as she noted this soldier's shaggy dark hair, powerful frame, bright blue eyes, hard jaw, and thick stubble. He had his right arm in a sling while his legs were in casts.

“The chart says you have two broken legs and a damaged arm,” Mordane said as she glanced at the chart.

He shrugged. “The arm's not so bad. It's the legs that are killing me, Nurse---”

“Nurse Mordane,” she answered quickly and cooly, “but I will not be assisting you. You're rather lucky to have arrived last night.”

The soldier scoffed. “It don't feel so lucky to be in a tank flipped by Nazis.”

Nurse Mordane ignored him. “Otherwise, you would have been assigned to the general floors with many other soldiers to keep you company. As it is, there's no room but for singles. Perhaps the singles lack a certain...camaraderie, but they do provide some privacy.”

“Guess I got that much on my side,” the soldier answered blankly. He didn't seem pleased or displeased with his accommodations.

Nurse Mordane gave him a stern look before looking to Arya. “Private Waters, this will be your nurse. Nurse Stark is efficient and trained in all the basics. Further aid will be provided by your physician, Doctor Thoros, and your nurse practitioner, Nurse Heddle.”

Normally, Arya didn't feel strange when meeting a patient, but this soldier, Private Waters, made her feel oddly embarrassed. Certainly, she felt odd when his gaze fell upon her, but she didn't let it get the best of her. Arya moved to his bedside and stretched her hand before his good left arm. Private Waters shook her hand firmly, though not as firm as Arya suspected he could.

“It's good to meet you, Private Waters,” Arya said.

His blue eyes, startling bright, looked at her for a few seconds before he said, “Likewise.”

Arya felt a bundle of nerves in her belly as she awoke the next morning. This would be her first day with Private Waters. As she began to dress herself, Arya found herself next to her bunk neighbor, Pia.

“Hello, Pia,” Arya said as she put her hat on.

Pia was cheerful as always, leaving one button on her uniform unbuttoned at the bosom. Sometimes Nurse Mordane noticed, but sometimes she didn't. Yet, no matter what, Pia kept tried to get away with showing more bosom. Unlike Arya, Pia was a still cheerful and she was also a poor girl from the countryside.

“Hello, Lady Arya! Are you excited for the new soldiers?”

Arya rolled her eyes. “Don't call me that. I'm only a nurse here. Just like you. As for the new soldiers, it doesn't matter to me.”

Pia giggled. “Oh, I forgot you don't like boys.”

“I do like boys, but the ones in here are always right off the battlefield. I can't imagine where you come up with these notions of romance from. Life isn't like the pictures.”

Then, the pair began to walk out of the nursing dorms and into the hallway.  

Pia pinched her nose. “Pictures get their stories from real life. Don't be foolish.”

Arya swatted her hand away. “You don't be stupid. I have more important things to do like nurse one of the new patients. He's an American.”

Pia's eyes grew wide. “An American? What's he look like?”

Arya felt her cheeks go hot. “He's handsome, tall, lots of muscle, dark hair...”

Pia sighed.“I'm jealous. I have this pimply ginger this morning and some of the men who are unconscious. Are you going to give him a sponge bath?”

That was a prospect Arya hadn't thought of. “A sponge bath? I suppose. That shouldn't be a problem. I've done them on plenty of patients by now.”

Pia clicked her teeth. “Only ones that have been crippled. I envy you, I really do. Instead, I got the pimply ginger always trying to pinch my arse as I change his bandages or give him shots.”

Private Waters was sleeping when Arya entered the room, but he woke up immediately after she closed the door to his unit.

“Are you a light sleeper?” she asked as she looked over his chart.

“Some'll say that,” he answered curtly.

So, he doesn't want to talk, Arya thought. That was fine by her. If he didn't chat her up, she could finish what she had to do and leave faster.

Since Private Waters had broken his legs and right arm, she would have to give him a sponge bath in addition to her other duties like giving him his shots and dressing his small wounds.

“Are you from England?” Private Waters asked suddenly.

“Some would say that,” Arya answered as she set the chart aside.

For a second, she thought she saw the corners of his mouth twitch like he was going to smile. However,  his very blue eyes stayed firm on her, trailing up and down her figure. Hit by a sudden wave of self-consciousness, Arya felt embarrassed. Growing up, everyone said she was too skinny and her face was too long. Now people usually said her face was pretty, but they also might said her chest too small, and her hips were too narrow. At least, that's what her mother sand sister were likely to say. But Arya didn't care anymore. Her looks were secondary to just about everything in her life. Still, she felt strangely self-conscious when Private Waters examined her.

After making sure her apron was tied properly, Arya fetched a basin of water, a washcloth, and a sponge for the bath.

“What are you going to do?” Private Waters asked with a definite note of apprehension in his voice once he saw her walking toward him with the bathing supplies.

“I'm going to give you a sponge bath. I don't mean to give offense, but you certainly need one. It won't take very long. After that, I'll have to only do a few more tasks before I send word to your physician, Doctor Thoros.”

When Arya put the basin on the drawer next to his bed, Arya could see he was in a foul mood. “Do you not like baths?” Arya asked playfully.

The question annoyed him further. “I like baths just fine. It's just I can do it myself.”

Arya rolled her eyes. “Don't be an idiot. You only have one good arm. Someone needs to help you. I'm a nurse. I do this all the time. It will be done quickly if you cooperate.”

His eyes narrowed. “You won't be doing this everywhere?”

Arya sighed. “I'll wash what isn't in a cast. That includes your privates, if that's what you're wondering.”

Private Waters shook his head at that. “No thanks, then. I'm fine as is. I don't need a bath from no girl fresh out of high school.”

That annoyed Arya more than his childish behavior. “I'm nineteen-years-old and trained as a nurse. I'm not a child, Private Waters. Now, you'll let me do my job or I'll have Nurse Mordane come do it. The doctors won't do this sort of work, and they're the only men here who aren't hurt or sick.”

Private Waters said nothing after that. He only fixed his stare upon the door of the room as if he could will himself out of the hospital with just a burning stare. She could tell he was angry, but there was nothing that she or he could about what needed to be done.

Arya merely sighed as she soaked the sponge into the soapy water.

Leaving the sponge be, Arya pushed Private Waters' blanket down to his hips where she let it rest. Subsequently, she found that he was shirtless, and likely bottomless, underneath the smock he wore when she gingerly took it off of him. Arya cast aside the smock to the end of the bed. Trying not to stare, Arya looked back at the sponge in her basin. She decided to start off with his arms.  

Despite her best intentions, Arya couldn't help but feel some pleasure as she dragged the wet sponge across Private Waters' thick, muscular arms, and she was especially careful when it came to cleaning the arm that was in a sling. Yet, the feeling only became more intense as she moved to wash his chest. Arya leaned in and carefully washed over his broad, muscled chest that was lightly covered in dark hair. Arya noticed his nipples were stiff, but she tried to think of that, so she moved down to his stomach. As she washed him, Arya noted the musky, smoky scent of his body. It was natural, not like the smell of bomb smoke. For a second, the scent made Arya swoon, but she quickly composed herself before she could move further down. Then, Arya asked Private Waters to bend over so she could wash his back. Still refusing to look at her, Private Waters did as he was bid in silence. His back was long, smooth, and corded with muscle. Arya bit her lip as she washed the shoulder blades and moved down his spine. For a second, Arya thought she heard Private Waters make a noise so she stopped, but then there was silence.

When the top half of him was all clean, Arya asked him to lay down. Remaining stoic, Private Waters did as she asked of him. His eyes looked up at the ceiling, and Arya was glad of that as she began to move the sponge down his abdomen.

“I'm going to use the washcloth now. It will be quick, I promise,” Arya said as she placed the sponge aside. Private Waters didn't give an answer.

When the washcloth was damp, Arya turned back to Private Waters. He remained still as Arya pulled down his blanket to his knees. Feeling like a silly girl, Arya felt herself flush at the sight of Private Waters' stiff cock. Her embarrassment was also mixed in with a surprise. I didn't even think he wanted me here, Arya thought. For a brief second, Private Waters actually looked at her, but  he turned away immediately. His face looked as red as hers must have looked, Arya was certain.

There was a method she'd been taught in her training. Those steps were the things she carried all through her nursing...and yet those steps didn't seem adequate in her current predicament. Her hand used the sides of the cloth designated to his parts, but Arya felt a certain pleasure in this wash that she had never felt with any patient before. Private Waters was smooth and long. When she used the part of the cloth designated for the tip, Arya squeezed a bit on the head. Right then, she would've stopped, but Private Waters gave a warm groan. So, Arya figured she'd do a second go around on him, stroking up and down the shaft. The friction she felt below was suddenly so intense she could barely think. The only thing that brought her back to consciousness was when Private Waters shuddered hard. Arya felt the warm liquid on the cloth. She knew she had gone beyond her role.

“Private Waters, I'm sorry---”

Private Waters opened his eyes and shook his head before interrupting her, “Don't be sorry for that, Nurse Stark,” his voice was far softer than it was earlier, “that was...um, swell.”

Arya bit her lip as her eyes locked with his blue ones. “Truly?”

He nodded almost shyly. “I'm Gendry, by the way. Gendry Waters.”

Arya smiled. “It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Arya Stark.”

The next day was far less strained.

“Where are you from, then?” Gendry asked as Arya was changing the bandages on some of the small wounds on his chest. She reveled in this particular task.

“London,” Arya answered.

“So you're a city girl?”

“I suppose I am. Are you a farmer boy? From some ranch like in the pictures?” Gendry snorted. “I'm from Brooklyn, born and raised. Though I come from a orphanage. I bet you come from some big fancy house with a mom and dad.”

Arya raised her eyebrows as she looked up at him. “How do you know I'm fancy?”

Gendry shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know. Maybe the way you talk or something. Am I wrong?”

He wasn't wrong, so Arya shook her head. “My father is a lord. We have our estate further up north, but  my mother prefers London, so that's where we have lived for years. To be honest, I prefer the northern estate, but I wasn't given much choice in the matter.”

He seemed confused. “Then why are you here if you're some sort of lady?”

Arya looked down and finished the touches on his bandage before answering. “My father and brothers went to war, so I went to war as well.”

“Sorry about that,” Gendry said apologetically though he also sounded a bit awkward.

Arya looked up and gave him a smile. “Thanks. They're brave like all the soldiers fighting in this dreadful war. You're brave, too.”

Gendry's face flushed red. “I'm not that brave. The draft sent me here and I'm doing my job. It's real scary sometimes. Most of the time I just wished I was home.”

“I understand. There are so many days where I would love nothing more than to be home with my father, my brothers, my mother, and even my sister. But those days are all gone now,” Arya said as she tried to fight off the pain she felt rising up her chest and throat.

Suddenly, Arya felt Gendry's free hand slide over her hand. “I-I get lonely, too.”

“You do?”

He nodded sheepishly. “There wasn't much support among my men. Really, you're the first person to properly touch me since the last time I was home. It was, um, nice,” Gendry finished awkwardly.

Arya bit her lip as she squeezed his hand, taking pleasure in how thick and heavy and tough it felt against her own hand. “That's what you said yesterday. To tell the truth, I liked touching you, too. That hasn't happened before, I swear.”

Suddenly a stupid, smug smile broke out on his handsome face. “That's good to know. But, Arya, I think we'll need to do things right before we go any further. Sorry, but I'm more of an old-fashioned guy like that. Shit, I might even be a gentleman where you're from.”

She was confused. “What do you mean?”

“Normally, a guy and a girl share a kiss before they get to second base. I thought about it after you left.”

Arya's eyes rounded at the implication. “You want to kiss?”

His face turned defensive. “If you don't want to, then just never mind.”

Arya shook her head quickly. “I never said that I didn't want to kiss---”

“Then what's the problem?” Gendry interrupted, clearly annoyed.

Arya wanted to snap something back at him, but she couldn't think of anything. Instead, she said, “I suppose there isn't one.”

Without thinking any further, Arya crawled up onto Gendry's hips. His breathing became as heavy as her own as soon as Arya placed her hands on his freshly shaven face. Perhaps it was wrong, but Arya didn't care. She leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips.

And the things they carried suddenly seemed lighter.

  Chapter 2

Gendry was eager to see Arya like he was every morning since Nurse Mordane brought her in that first day. He liked the look of her, all pale and slender and small with a pretty face and a brown braid that he wanted to tug. Arya was the first person he'd been close to in his whole time in the army. Mostly he just kept to himself and did his assignments. That suited him just fine in most cases even outside the war. Sometimes he'd work in a shop fixing cars in Brooklyn or, as he did before he was drafted, he'd work in whatever factory was in need of strong young men. Gendry shared an apartment with two of his friends, Lommy and Hot Pie, back then, but he hadn't seen them in a year. Last he heard, Lommy was sent off a little after he was, but Gendry hadn't heard of shit after that.

Even Jeyne Heddle stopped sending him letters after a few months. They weren't serious, so he wasn't much surprised. Jeyne had to take care of her little sister and her aunt. Like a lot of the guys he met, his contact with everyone else he knew before the war became sparse. Times were hard for all. Though Gendry did find some relief in this hospital with Arya.

He knew there were some who wouldn't think highly of a nurse who did what she'd done on their first day, but he didn't care. She was a lady, he could tell. Just like the ones in pictures. Her voice was classy he knew and so was her manner for the mot part. Though he found her to be less the lady he thought she was whenever she'd curse at him or call him an 'idiot.' Not that he didn't find it cute, but he didn't think ladies could ever talk like that.

After a few weeks in the hospital, he found his arm and legs starting to heal. Doctor Thoros had some strange methods, but Arya said he was known to work miracles. Even on guys who were damn well near dead.

But most days he just waited for Arya. When Arya walked into his room at her usual time, Gendry felt his heart pound the way it always did when she was in his room. She smiled at him as she closed the door, holding her clipboard in hand.

“How are ya?” Gendry asked as he looked over her. He noted the loosely buttoned top of her uniform.

She stood straight in her ladylike with an eyebrow raised. “I am doing well. And yourself, Private Waters? Have you felt unusual? Have you felt any pains in your legs or your arm?” Arya said as she walked toward him.

Gendry shrugged. “Well, I'm not feeling as swell as I was yesterday when you gave me a bath,” Arya's face blushed, “but I gotta say, I've been feeling kinda feverish. You mind checking  to see if it's nothing serious?”

Arya's flushing face frowned. “I will see,” Arya said leaning over to place her hand over his forehead.

That way, Gendry got a good look at her the open fabric of her top, revealing the tops of her small breasts.

“You don't feel particularly warm,” Arya muttered.

“I'm tellin' you, Nurse Stark, it's burning something bad,” Gendry said with fake pain as his good hand moved behind her and squeezed her ass.

[silver-wields-a-pen]

Illthdar: Guardians of Las mini

A pungent, sweet scent filled the hallways and rooms of the Order of Mana, and made Nyima wrinkle her nose in an attempt not to sneeze. “What is that?” she tried to ask a passing Acolyte.

They laughed, a goofy sound, and skipped away.

Raising an eyebrow, Nyima shrugged and exited Jasper barracks into the spiral staircase. Tundra should wait for her—they had duties together. No one else was there. She was either early, or he was late. Shrugging again, she decided he would have to catch her up and continued down the stairs and out into much-needed fresher air.

It took several steps before she noticed an odd feeling spreading through her. In the back of her mind came a whisper. Wouldn't it for to being nice if you're being more affectionate to everyone?

Spying Scyanatha walking back from patrol with Seth, Nyima strode up to them and gave her and gave both brief hugs. “You two are being my dear friends,” she enthused, waving and hurrying on her way.

What is being wrong with me? Why am I being doing that? A mental slap for the gushing outburst and she stopped dead, taking a deep breath. She shook her head, trying to clear away the dizzy feeling. I don't think I'm being should being out on patrol in this state. Not being by mine self, at least. She pictured Tundra: his strong arms sliding around her, his boyish smile, teasing words and enticing look in his sky-blue eyes. The way he kissed her, a tormenting encouragement that made her bold. She flapped her hand about her face, hot. I'm being wanting a kiss. She swallowed, trying to get a hold of her baser urges, even as her skin prickled with awareness. It was like Tundra's hands were already trailing a path along her thighs, over her belly and breasts, down her spine and tracing the curve of her buttocks. What is being wrong with me? She decided the best course of action was to fling herself on her bed—it had a snowy mattress, so should cool her down.

The sight of Tundra leaning with his back to the railing, arms crossed, outside the women's barracks had Nyima's stomach doing flip-flops. She needed to make it past the gorgeous man in her way. Her eyes went straight to his bare, muscled arms, covered with a fine layer of frost, and she imagined them wrapped around her. She blinked heavy lids. He is being so cute.

“Hey. Ready?” His greeting was casual enough, but she felt a traitorous blush stain her cheeks. “You ok?” His brow furrowed.

He is being looking so endearing and cute. “You're being very pretty,” she replied in a dopey voice. Why am I being saying that out loud? She flapped her hand about her face again, noticing an uncomfortable heat. It wasn't all over. Concentrated in key areas as soon as she realised this she heated all the more. Her skin grew blotchy as sections lightened from cobalt blue to glacier.

Tundra raised an eyebrow. He knew what it meant when she looked like that.

Flustered, Nyima used both hands to cool herself, giving up the pretense he didn’t affect her. “Do you being knowing what that smell is?” She tried to redirect his attention.

“Can't smell anything with this on,” he tapped a mask that covered the lower half of his face. “Someone screwed up a potion in the laboratorium. Phanuel's handing these out as a precaution. Are you feeling sick? Maybe we should get you to the infirmary.” He moved toward her and held a hand out.

“I'm not being ill,” she replied after a long pause she spent staring at the way his bicep flexed.  She felt okay. Everything was soft, edged with warmth in the best way possible. It was nice, and she decided to share it with her man. She took his hand and with the other walked two fingers up his arm.

Tundra's eyes crinkled with amusement, but he didn't stop her.

Nyima tucked his arm around her waist, holding it in place with her hand. The other one she smoothed across his broad chest, up his shoulder towards the mask hooked behind his ear.

Tundra let out a noise of surprise as she snatched it from him and tossed it down the stairs. “Nyima, what's with you?”

“I'm being feeling wonderful, can't you for to being telling?” She pressed her lips to his and hummed against his mouth when she felt both of his arms slide around her waist just like she wanted them to.

“Always,” he murmured, drawing back and recognising the scent of affectus aerium.

Someone set a small bomb off in the men's barracks a few months ago, which resulted in Basil finally admitting his feelings for Matthew. The rest of them sat about playing cards and telling each other how much they loved and respected everyone else, with the occasional hug when Seth or Lerki got over emotional. By the time it had worn off they were all calling each other brother and saying they hoped they'd never be apart; even Date was friendly! He doubted the effect would be the same with Nyima. In fact, he could already feel it working. “I think you need to go lock yourself in your room before things get out of hand,” he said, trying to hold her away from him, but doing the opposite and snatching her close. Nyima wasn't like other women, he didn't have to maintain a hyper vigilance about overexerting his strength. Sure, faeries could take a hit, but leaving bruises because of a hug wasn't anything he was into. Nyima was tougher than the average fae, he could hold tight and not worry about hurting her.

She hummed and ran her fingers through his hair, pressing kisses against his jaw until he turned his head and captured her lips with his. Common sense intruded as they broke apart and he remembered the spell. But, she looked so inviting in her little shorts and lacy camisole he couldn't resist tracing the edge curving over the top of her bust. His vision narrowed, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest as if it was the most interesting thing in the universe.

“If you for to being coming with me,” she whispered, curving her index finger under his chin and nudging his head up, pressing a kiss to his willing lips.

Their kisses grew deeper and more passionate. There's no reason not to.

~*~*~

The next morning, Nyima awoke in Tundra's arms with a thumping headache. She winced and rubbed her forehead against his chest and tried to go back to sleep.

“Potion wore off,” he mumbled, raising a hand to rub his eyes. By the time it ran its course the two were far too wrapped up in each other to notice, or care. They'd finally fallen asleep in a tangle of limbs and whispered endearments.

“Mmm,” she replied, realising the thump in her head matched one at the door. “Someone for to being wanting to coming in.”

“Guess that's my cue to leave.” He stayed where he was.

“Yes.” She didn't move either.

When the pounding reached a point neither of them could no longer ignore it, a reluctant Tundra got out of the single bed, careful not to knock his head on the bunk above. He threw his clothes on, noticing their corner of the barracks was empty, but some beds across the room had interesting shaped lumps in them. “You might want to cover up.”

Nyima rolled her eyes, it was her barracks and the other occupants were women or other and not interested in what she had. She reached for a set of underwear D'nag left on the side for her. “Being happy?”

“I prefer you out of them, but I guess I can deal with it.” He ducked down and stole one last kiss, then unlocked the door.

“About ti––” Zercey stopped dead as a man met her and not one of her barracks' mates. “What?” She blushed and looked round him to see Nyima turning over and going back to sleep on the bed underneath the one where she usually slept. Her lilac eyes widened. “Oh.” She didn't know what else to say. Nyima winding up affected was surprising, but she'd learned a lot about potion making helping Lerki craft a preventative for it. The alchemists worked long into the night to make sure the mistake didn’t happen again.

“Morning, Zercey. How's Lerki?” Tundra slid around her, while she opened and closed her mouth a few times. “Same as usual, then,” he chuckled and left before she could recover enough to ask him awkward questions.

Otp Prompts

[multifandombitxh]

Title: In The Early Hours Pairing: Bodhi Rook x Reader Genre: Comfort/Fluff Warnings: Feels sad man, language A/N: Thank you so much to my child @bodhi-imperial for the ideas/inspiration, ur a precious peach and I lov u. This one isn’t in first person but could easily be a sequel to Between the Sheets. I wrote both as stand-alones, but either way! It’s open to interpretation. I’m also putting all of my fics below the “read more” from now on, since it can be frustrating on the dash. :-)

It wasn’t uncommon for you to stroll the halls well after dark, not that anyone knew it was something you did on a nightly basis. There was a certain spot outside of the temple that you liked to visit when you got the chance, where a break in the trees offered a peak at the night sky. Sometimes you did it to tire yourself out, other times to keep your mind occupied on the stars instead of whatever was keeping you awake. Tonight, however, was different. As usual, you couldn’t sleep, so there was nothing weird there. The reasoning was the thing that was bothering you.

You were lying in bed, doing your best to fall asleep, when a sudden loneliness settled in your chest. It came completely out of nowhere and had caught you so off guard that your eyes shot open. You shifted uncomfortably in your bed, trying desperately to will away the feeling that was steadily spreading from your heart into your veins. When you finally admitted defeat, you could feel it all the way into your toes. Whatever it was, it was keeping you awake, so you did what you always did when you couldn’t sleep.

Sneaking out of the living quarters was a piece of cake by now. You’d learned to carry your shoes instead of wearing them, to avoid making noise. It was easier to creep silently if you focused on your breathing and not the sound of your feet. It was all second nature at this point, and this time was no different. You slipped out easily, pulled on your shoes, and began wandering the dim hallways.

As you walked around, the feeling seemed to have made a home in your chest and showed no signs of moving out any time soon. You frowned to yourself and kept on going, now with more determination to evict the loneliness. About ten minutes into your little walk, you rounded a corner and noticed a figure leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway, head bowed and shoulder slumped. Your eyebrows drew together as you approached, doing your best to keep your footsteps quiet. Apparently you weren’t as quiet as you thought you were, because the person turned their head and glanced at you over their shoulder.

“Hi,” Bodhi said, offering a small wave.

“Hey,” you replied. It was weird to see him out of uniform, his signature look of goggles and a gray jumpsuit replaced by a loose-fitting t-shirt and sweat pants. The boots were a nice touch, you had to admit.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head and standing next to him. “You?”

“Nightmares,” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders and shifting his weight.

You knew that coming back from Scarif had left the entirety of Rogue One messed up, but you also knew that Bodhi had been through a whole lot more than just the battle. He’d opened up to you about it in the past, something he said he hadn’t been able to do since they’d returned. The stories he had to tell made your skin crawl and your blood boil, but there wasn’t much else you could do but listen.

“Are they getting bad again?” you asked.

He nodded in response and dropped his gaze. “They… never went away.”

“You told me they stopped,” you said, shooting him a concerned and disappointed look.

“I didn’t want you worrying about me,” he chuckled, looking up at you. “Cassian and the others do it enough as it is. I just wanted one less person to pity me, that was all.”

“I don’t pity you,” you explained, “I care about you.”

His eyes lit up at your words and he smiled. “I care about you, too.”

You returned the smile and glanced around the hallway, making sure no one could hear. It was unlikely, but you wanted to be certain. “Hey, can I show you something?”

Despite the cold air, the weather was perfect for star gazing. You led Bodhi outside into the night by the hand, being careful not to wake anyone or alert any guards on duty. They were much more prevalent outside than in, but you’d slipped past them so many times that it was easy to get to the forest without being caught.

When you finally reached your little haven, you sat together on a large tree root, staring up at the break in the treetops. A few wispy clouds floated across the night sky and a breeze shook the leaves on any and all forestry. You shivered against the cold and moved closer to Bodhi involuntarily, your body’s instincts kicking in. Without taking his eyes off of the sky, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his hand running up and down your arm.

“Pretty cool, right?” you asked, staring up at the stars.

“It’s definitely better than staring at a ceiling,” he replied. You smiled at the awe in his voice. “Do you come out here a lot?”

“Just when I really can’t sleep,” you explained.

“You never did tell me why you couldn’t sleep earlier,” he said.

The feeling in your chest returned before you’d even realized it was gone. “I just… couldn’t sleep, y’know? Insomnia is a thing.”

“You’ve never been a very good liar,” he chuckled. His arm tightened around you and soon his face was inches from yours, so you looked forward to avoid eye contact. You also hoped it would mask the blush that burned the tip of your nose. That, however, could have been blamed on the cold.

You took a deep breath before speaking. “I just got really lonely all of the sudden. I don’t know why, but I just felt like I was completely alone and isolated. Obviously I’m not, but my brain still wants me to believe I am for some reason.”

“Sometimes you can’t trust your own brain,” he said with a nod, “And you’re right. You’re not alone at all.”

“It doesn’t feel like it sometimes,” you mumbled. Looked like your mind was getting the best of you.

Bodhi narrowed his eyes at you and grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You’re not,” he repeated himself, “You have me.”

You stared back at him in shock, the close proximity of his lips to yours making you shudder.

“You’re always there for me,” he went on, “Let me be there for you. Don’t shut me out.”

“I’m not,” you stuttered, “I just don’t know how to talk about these kinds of things.”

“You just have to tell me,” he said, his voice softening. You could have been imagining it, but you swore his face was getting closer to yours. His eyes left yours to stare at your lips for a split second before returning. “You don’t have to be afraid, I promise.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he spoke, and you silently wondered if he was still talking about venting to him. Your heart was screaming at you to lean forward the extra half inch and kiss him, but, right on schedule, your brain was being an asshole and told you it was a bad move. Bodhi watched you carefully, like he was trying to guess what you would do next.

Just to spite yourself, you listened to your heart over your head and closed the remaining space between you. Without a hint of hesitation, Bodhi smiled into the kiss and shifted the arm around your shoulders to place his hand on the base of your neck. The empty feeling in your chest quickly faded as his chapped lips moved against yours and he intertwined the fingers of his free hand with yours. The cool night air and his touch worked together to send goosebumps all over your skin.

Bodhi disconnected from the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, laughing breathlessly.

“I knew you’d do that,” he said, opening his eyes and peering into yours.

“Shut up,” you said playfully before pulling him back in for another kiss.

You made your way back together hand in hand as the night sky began to fade into dawn. Just like before, it was easy to sneak past prying eyes, so you had no problems getting back to the living quarters. Bodhi led you back to your bunk and gave you another lingering kiss.

“You can stay, you know,” you said, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea…” he trailed off, glancing around at the snoring rebels.

“They won’t care,” you chuckled, “I’ve seen them do plenty of weird shit, they won’t say anything.”

Bodhi shrugged and climbed into bed with you. You laid on your back with your head propped up while he rested on top of you, his face pressed against your neck and his breath tickling your skin. One of your hands became lost in his hair as he pressed gentle, absent-minded kisses to the side of your neck. Not before long, your eyelids grew heavy and you yawned, settling in closer to the embrace.

You looked around the room as Bodhi began to snore beneath you. A few people had woken and were silently readying for the day, and you wondered just how long you had to sleep before you needed to do the same. You glanced to your right and made eye contact with someone who was still in bed, but wide awake.

He raised an eyebrow at you and Bodhi, which you brushed off by smirking and closing your eyes. You tightened your hold on the dormant pilot’s shoulders and sighed in content, sleep soon taking you as well. For the first time in weeks, you were able to fall asleep in mere minutes, and Bodhi didn’t have a single nightmare.

[justtwentyonewriters]

Tay + Ty// Tyler Joseph

Requested: Hi my name is Taylor and its alot like Tyler so I was wondering if you could write an imagine based off of that? If you don't know what to write just say and I'll try and think of some ideas;) P.S. YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING SO KEEP DOIN WHAT YOU DOIN GURL!!

(Nyaw, thank you anon <3)

Xx

               You sat on the couch, smiling down at the small girl who was contently colouring in the Disney colouring book her father had bought her earlier that day. She was one of the crew member’s daughters, Mia, and she stole your heart the moment you met her. Unlike the other 6 year olds you had come across, Mia was full of spunk (which explained why the princesses wore black, blue, and red in most of her colouring book thus far), and wasn’t afraid to say what came to her mind.

               Then again, what little kid doesn’t speak their mind?

               “Hey, Taylor.” The girl piped up, rolling onto her back to look at you from where she lay. “When are you and Ty going to get married?” You were taken aback by the question—why on earth would you and Tyler get married? He was your best friend, and the two of you had never made any romantic gestures to one another.

               “We aren’t getting married silly duck! He’s my friend, not my boyfriend.” You laughed softly, watching as the girl arched an eyebrow at you in disbelief. “What makes you think I should marry him?” You decided to play along, see what cute little kid logic she would give you.

               “Well your names are close. Like Tyler is the boy version of Taylor. So it’s a sign! You have to get married! Otherwise he would be named Ernie and you’d be named Georgie!” She crossed her arms, trying to prove her point to you. “It’s true!” She insisted when you started to laugh to yourself. “Believe me or not you two are going to get married!! I’ll even write it down for you.” She turned,  grabbing a blank piece of paper from her small backpack, pulling out a crayon and scribbling down “Tyler and Taylor will be married, -Mia. 2017”. You nodded, applauding her on how good her spelling was. “Thank you, daddy always makes me do school stuff. Even though I don’t actually go to school.”

               “You do go to school! Maybe not with other kids but you’re still learning.” You learned early on that Mia was homeschooled. Which allowed her father to come on tour and support the young girl—all while she stayed caught up in school.

Xx

               “So, how was babysitting duty?” Josh inquired, sitting beside you backstage before the show. You were clicking away on your laptop—editing your latest blog post for their website. Informing the fans of what to expect next, what was going on now. You know, the usual.

               “Like always, it was fun. Mia is a cute kid, even when she insists Tyler and I have to get married.” You laughed to yourself, still clicking away at the keys as the drummer stared at you amused. “What? She’s 6, she thinks that because our names sound alike that it’s a sign from above that we need to hook up. Cuter than not if you ask me.” You shrugged, stopping once more when Josh made a sound of amusement.

               “Cuter than not because you totally agree with her.” He smirked at you, arms resting on his knees. “You totally like him, don’t even deny it.” You felt your face begin to warm up as your eyes scanned over the text on the screen for the millionth time—not looking for mistakes anymore, rather trying to distract yourself from Josh’s gaze. “Just ask him, I can guarantee that nothing bad will happen from a simple “want to grab a coffee sometime?” You were about to retort when a new voice joined the conversation.

               “Who’s the lucky guy?” Tyler smirked down at you, causing your heart rate to speed up by a few beats—okay maybe Mia’s little speech provoked some hidden feelings that you didn’t really pay attention to. And maybe Tyler’s usual smirk seemed like absolute heaven to you—which is why you got flustered and blurted out.

               “This guy I met last night, on Tinder actually! I downloaded it, found such a cutie. He likes cats too. Craig, the cat lover.” You mentally slapped yourself, realizing how unconvincing that came off, as you saw Tyler laugh slightly and nod. “Josh here keeps telling me just ask him to meet for coffee when we get off tour, but you know me. Shy and a bumbling, rambling mess.” You laughed, suddenly unable to control your embarrassment.

               “I see that, well. Craig is a lucky guy Tay. Really lucky.” Tyler gave you one last smile before walking off, leaving you with Josh (who looked mildly amused) and now a fuming Mia.

               “What was that?!?” She screamed, flailing her arms. “You’re supposed to marry Ty! Not “Craig.”. What a stupid name.” She crossed her arms, repeating the name over and over softly in her judgmental voice. Obviously right fuming that you found someone else.

               “I know Mi—she made a bad choice. Even worse, she lied.” Josh whispered, causing the small girl to clamp her hand over her mouth. Looking at you in fear. You and the rest of the crew had made a point to teach Mia rights from wrongs, and one of the main ones was lying. Great example you are, right?

               “Bad Tay! I’m going to tell Ty you lied!” Before you could grab her, she was running down the hallway, screaming for Tyler with every step she took. You sighed in defeat, mumbling that you were headed out to the bus for a nap. You shut your laptop, putting it under your arm as you left the drummer sitting against the wall—no matter how badly you wanted to go see the guys preform, you were sure that you’d be unable to see Tyler for a week without wanting to break down in an embarrassment-induced sob fest.

Xx

               “Tay, where are you?” Tyler called, waking you from the light sleep you had fallen into when you laid in your bunk. Closing your eyes once again, you kept quiet, hoping he wouldn’t look in your bunk for you. “Tay, c’mon. Talk to me.” He whispered, opening the curtain of your bunk, resting his arms on the edge of your bed, lip jutting out a bit. “If this is about Mia, don’t worry, she’s 6. She likes to make up tall tales all the time. Especially considering she wants us to get married.” You opened your eyes, looking at the singer in sadness. “If this messed anything up between you and Craig, I am really sorry.” He began, taking a breath to continue when you cut him off.

               “There is no Craig, Tinder is fucking stupid and I was too embrassed to admit that I wanted to ask you out for coffee—or maybe ice cream because its too hot outside and coffee is hot and neither of us really like to sweat. Even though you’re soaking wet after a show and I’m really sorry.” You finished your ramble, pressing your face into the pillow. Ignoring Tyler’s fingers, which were brushing your hair behind your ear.

               “Don’t be sorry, I was going to say maybe tacos or milkshakes. But coffee or ice cream sounds just as good.” He whispered, fingers still playing with your hair soothingly. “I wouldn’t mind giving this a chance, take it slow. Keep the Mia-nator out of this, and who knows? Maybe it’ll end up being something one day?” You smiled at the singer, holding back the tears that have been threatening to spill all day.

               “I’d like that.” You whispered, smiling softly.

[valleanenowe-dreams]

It was the day of my presentation of James Ferraro and PORTAL. I stepped up with my paper and got ready, somewhat overwhelmed. The teacher wouldn’t pull up my PowerPoint and I kept gesturing lightly and going “Umm, uhh ... Uhh” and she got really mad at me for some reason and told me to sit down and that I just wouldn’t give a presentation, and it felt really unfair, I was super upset

Walking around unfamiliar college-like corridors that looked fancy, then something about a really long classroom and some male teacher. I was there way after hours and my dad showed up to ... I don’t know, I just remember blazing afternoon lighting, holding a stack of papers in my lap. One was a test I hadn’t turned in and I wasn’t sure if the teacher would have leniency

I was driving a car at night. I was parked in the north side of an intersection, facing north. To my left was a cop car, facing south, just sitting there. The streets were otherwise empty. A bunch of roads had been blocked off for some reason, particularly northern and eastern. I think there were more cops to the east. I could “feel” that a small object I needed was lying in a road to the northeast. I had kind of a 6th sense of its exact location. I finally put the car in drive, turned around, and headed south, resolving to find a road somewhat near the object, and get out and walk to it

I was across the street from that coffee shop I’ve been posting about, but it was a bit further south on the block from its real location. There was a sticker on the wall about the new “8 inch remodel” or something. I crossed the street and went in and the place HAD been remodeled fairly extensively, bastardized from the coffee shop I always knew. Of course, I was fairly upset. There was a big enclosed cubic space in the main foyer that held a bathroom. For some reason it had a boarded up window but when I first went in it wasn’t “rendering” so for some reason I could see through to a bunch of guys queued up to use the single urinal, and I could see past the far wall down the hallway into the back foyer. Then it rendered, becoming the boarded-up window. I went to the back foyer, there was a fair amount of people sitting, and a lady on the stage was awkwardly talking about the musical acts that’d be there tonight. My dad was one of the people sitting

I was walking around fairly far south of my apartment, because I’d needed to buy something. I wandered around and came across a Little Caesar’s and, directly next door, an unfamiliar location of the pizza place my dad used to work at. The 2 owners, who I am familiar with as people, were outside. I don’t remember if I entered the pizza place or a different building, but regardless I found myself browsing a convenience-store like environment

I came across an item I think I wanted and this like, tall, kind of fat guy appeared next to me and talked about how he’d buy it for me and I think he mentioned “$400″ somehow, like he’d buy it with $400 and give me the change or something. Somehow I knew that the guy’s named was Kage. We walked up to the cashier but it’s like I was autonomously walking, like I had to. There was this strong air of this guy being really predatory and probably a pedophile

We were standing at the counter when I think some confrontational event happened that I don’t remember. Kage was gone and there was now a bunch of doorways everywhere to like, personal rooms for people. So it was like, just a weird white sterile building with a front desk now. I went over to one with 2 chairs in front of it and used a 3rd chair to barricade it shut from the outside. I creaked it open a bit and looked in

Kage and his 2 roommates were in a room that was barren concrete aside from a computer right by the door. I think there was also the frame of a bunk bed. His 2 roommates, who looked like “normal cool guys”, were at the computer. Kage was curled up in the far corner freaking out and crying. I started shouting at them all about how he was a pedophile

All the doors disappeared, making the convenience store even more a barren, white rectangular prism. No shelves or anything. There were 2 doors in one corner, I think to a “back room” and men’s bathroom. Kage kept walking between the doors. My dad was there and I guess was an employee, like with security duties, and I told him that he needed to watch out for Kage

Then I was sitting in the bathroom of my apartment pissing and the door was open and suddenly my dad’s old coworker was there and he saw me! D’oh! My dad appeared and I was doing sign language to ask him to close the door and he did once he’d figured out what I was saying

Then I was in the living room sat at our desktop computer, playing music, but my playlists were doing the weird thing where the dream is referencing really specific real-life data it doesn’t have so it’s like, “flickering” and being inconsistent. My dad’s coworker was on the couch and said the music was really crazy and cool. My dad left and the coworker stayed. I think there was this really weird uncomfortable undercurrent of one-sided sexual tension, like the coworker was attracted to me

Then I was in a house resembling the one of my former grandmother-in-law, which I used to visit in like 2009-2012, notably around Christmas. For this entire segment, someone I used to know was sitting at a table crying and I never acknowledged them. I mostly did weird spastic stuff like, this guy arrived and was walking up to the front door outside. I went into this ... Inner area of the house and stared at him with a humorously manic grin and I could see on his face he was like “Aww cool you’re here!” Then I ran off and hid in the closet of the bedroom but suddenly he was in the doorway, somehow knowing I was in there

Suddenly I was pinned face down on the floor of the house’s bathroom with a Nintendo DSi sat in front of my face and the aggressor was making me take some kind of customized test displayed on it. My left arm was free to press the buttons. Each question had 1 obviously incorrect answer which I kept picking, aggravating the person

Then I was walking around in the bedroom, which looked different, it was more tidily decorated and everything had this light purple hue to it. I was freely walking around but somehow I could tell I was still taking a test and under someone’s control. There was a timer bar ticking down on the wall and I was looking around for these little square buttons overlaid on my vision, which were associated with a new batch of objects for each stage of the test, and I just had to go up and press the buttons to acknowledge the objects I guess. Also there was this implication that the room had been remodeled by an old friend I drifted apart from

In the last stage I couldn’t find anything so I opened the closet and I found a pink shirt that had one. Then I thought I found a 2nd one but it was just the hook of a hanging bra, because if you imagine squeezing the hook of a bra between your index finger and thumb, that’s what pressing the buttons was like. I laughed but then the whole bra was inexplicably trapped under the right strap of my bra and I was embarrassed and trying to extricate it. I managed to and tossed it back in the closet