#it's girls with power armor that they use by singing

[aparticularbandit]

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>.>;;;;;

So there are four additional seasons.

There's just something about a show that opens on a scene of a character visiting the grave of another character and then flashing back to the rest of the show and the dead character is the protagonist.

You know they are going to die.

You KNOW they are going to die.

(And the theme song does NOT HELP with this.)

The show is all about them.

And they are going to die.

Man, there's just something about it.

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 2 part 3

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

surprise sunday double drop!

insert the mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry meme here

dressed for success, armor on, time to do what she does best.

the way she visibly shrinks and trembles at the salem seven watching her. this coward is so terrified of dying and having to face her wife and son.

NO THEY ARE NOT WELCOME BILLY. WE'RE GONNA KILL THEM BILLY

look at how agatha's body language changes as soon as the others arrive. she's doing the thing!

lilia hasn't eaten in three days. she's poor, okay. her bed is literally inside her wall. (jen is mirroring agatha, interesting! they're both on high alert)

"High Priestess." Immense spiritual power, unwilling or unable to use it. meanwhile, future!lilia is sitting at the tarot table, looking for her coven through time. Unwilling or unable is a funny way to describe Jen's situation, I need to think about it a bit more.

she heard the Ballad, jen. you might even say she wrote it, jen. lol all her crime scene pictures are walls and gardens and random street corners.

look at the symmetry in this shot, it's beautifully composed. alice leaning against the door, a bit shy

I can't get over how agatha takes a moment to feel the weight of what she's about to do to sharon. the girls want a green witch and rio is out of the question, so sharon has to be sacrificed in her place, simple as that. a complete innocent. agatha is about to kill her.

branded is such a violent word too. as if the people of westview were cattle.

how lonely she's been since her husband died. how thrilled and glad she is to be invited to a party. I have very strong feelings about sharon and I'm gonna destroy you with them, don't you worry.

agatha's fake smile fades the moment she's alone. and you know the recurring joke about her forgetting sharon's name and calling her mrs. hart? it's on purpose, and it's demeaning, and it's a way to distance herself from her guilt. she does that with Tommy's name too. if sharon is a joke, maybe her death won't be so wrong. as if she's hurting a caricature rather than a real person.

agatha doesn't want billy anywhere near the crossfire

sharon took her purse but forgot to take off her gardening apron

future!lilia jumps back in time for a second to let us know she doesn't appreciate elphabagatha straddling her. couldn't be me.

BILLY HAS ALWAYS BEEN LINKED TO RABBITS AND SEÑOR SCRATCHY AND NICKY. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

nicky's bell!

lilia always singing backup is both hilarious and in character tbh. agatha would think she deserves to be lead singer. lilia would think she's undeserving despite literally sounding like patti lupone and being the most powerful witch around

(has there been anything from the costume department about lilia's necklace and vest decorations? they look fascinating)

herb, my guy. it's time to move to eastview or smth

there is absolutely NO REASON for agatha to be that intense. she is not doing any real magic, she's playing a part and being cheesy about it as usual

yeah, sorry girls. you are all great singers and harmonize together beautifully, but like. you know. patti lupone. she's on another plane of existence. like I said perfectly in character! lilia is that bitch!! be glad she has a heart of gold and the self-confidence of a shoelace, or she would literally be ruling a couple galaxies at this point

oh, alice, sweetie. while agatha is faking emotion, alice's tears are so real and painful. what's worse, agatha's feelings about the song are just as deep and complex, but she won't let herself feel them. especially not in front of other people.

gasp! how DARE YOU ma'am! lol they were all speechless for a moment at the intimacy they just shared and now they are deflecting

oooh Agatha trying to get a rise out of them calls Lilia a coward, jen a fraud and alice a disappointment. We have our lion, scarecrow and tin man.

well someone's panicking

well well well how the turntables

lmao billy going agathaahahahahahaha

kudos for making the salem seven so creepy on zero budget tbh

agatha looks at the Road, looks at the blue magic, looks at Billy. and you know what I think? this is when she knew. right from the start. that this is Billy, Wanda's Billy, and that he created this. Her heart is still pounding in panic, she cannot believe she's still alive. She could call the kid out immediately, but she still hasn't got what she wanted: the others' powers. and she has learned the hard way how dangerous chaos magic is, so she chooses to lay low and study the situation a little more. she is always, always scheming and studying and improvising, she is bullshitting when she takes off her shoes, needs to pretend she knows what's going on.

toto we're not in kansas etc etc. dear lord these scenes are so infuriatingly dark. it's gonna be a bitch to brighten them.

and that's it for episode two! next we look at sharon's tragic demise. shoutout to @73chn1c0l0rr3v3l for always being first to like and reblog, thank you!

go to episode 3 part 1

[buildingmycottage]

I saw a post here on Tumblr once that went something like "in a world where god, Jesus, and the apostles are all men, that has to do something psychologically to women" and it made me think: The Netflix version of the show "She-Ra Princess of Power" is a show that is HEAVILY women centric. We know maybe three guys in power, King Micah (who, after his return from Beast Island, wasn't *really* in power), the head sorcerer in Mystacor, Hordak/Horde Prime. (please do correct me if I am wrong) The show, albeit about princesses, has the princesses have actual roles. Even the ones that are "weak" or perceived to be weaker than the others (read: Perfuma), are extremely powerful.

The two men whom we consistently meet in the show other than Hordak, Bow and Seahawk, are not the "macho man" in most shows. Seahawk sings an entire shanty as to how lonely he is and how he just wants to be friends with Mermista, and Bow cries and even hugs frequently all the other characters in the show. Both talk about their emotions and work through them in /relatively/ healthy ways (the Dragon's Daughters 1-3 will be sorely missed). My point being, is that the women in the show are shown as strong, beautiful, muscular, fierce, sad, frustrated, loving, traumatized, hurt, laughing, and more. They all have different body shapes/ types of bodies. There are three openly gay couples: Bow's dads, Spinerella and Netossa, and Catra and Adora. Incredible! In a kids show (and adults too lets be real) there are three openly gay couples. No one treats them any different. Bow is one of 13 kids of George and Lance. No one bats an eye. In fact, according to She-Ra Wiki page (https://she-raandtheprincessesofpower.fandom.com/wiki/LGBTQIAP%2B), so many characters are queer. Besides the ones listed above: - Scorpia and Perfuma are romantically involved - Bow is Bisexual - Glimmer is Bisexual - Mermista is Bisexual - Seahawk is Bisexual (dated Falcon) - Falcon is Gay - Lonnie is Poly and Bisexual (dating Rogelio and Kyle) - by extension Rogelio and Kyle are queer - Entrapta is bi - Jewelstar is trans - Peekablue is gender non-conforming - Double Trouble is nonbinary and there is MORE In the show, as there are a ton of non humans, almost any time we meet someone, she/her pronouns are used (see episodes when Best Friend Squad are in the crimson waste). Can't you see how amazing this is? A show where there are no one-dimensional characters, women are constantly having intelligent conversation with one another, women are leaders, women working together, openly queer characters, and a beautiful plot line where there's magic???? When the princesses work together, they turn into the colors of the rainbow and their powers are enhanced. Little girls are getting to see themselves as normal. Women aren't treated as secondary citizens. Hell, almost every Bright Moon guard we see is female. How would the world be different if shows like this were the norm? Where women are able to be magical, and they aren't dressed to show off their bodies? Where women's armor actually protects them? Where they grunt and are sweating after they fight? Where womens' love wins? Why can't this be normal? (Happy Pride!)

[lanschpaket]

Caitlyn Kiramman (Color/Character analysis S02 Act 1+2) 1/2

This will be a very long post, and also just part 1 of 2 so settle in we go in!

At the beginning of the season we get to see Cait in her normal outfit and also with the known color scheme:

Blue girl, blue enforcer outfit. So mostly blue. She still had that color composition during her mother's funeral and during the memorial ceremony. Then she uses the Kiramman key (still above) and finds out about the grey and the venitlation system and this is also the beginning of her turning point. Of Caitlyn going down a different path from what she was aiming for in S01. Her mothers death and the attack during the memorial changed her. Cait being in a very instable emotional state, after loosing her mother and her legacy during the memorial sullied by an attack of some Zaunites, her former optimism and hope in people vanishes. Remember in S01 when she met Ekko and Ekko wanting to use the Gemstone to have something to stand agains Piltover, Caitlyn convinces Ekko not to go down that path. The path of violence would not solve this conflict, which has been there for years already.

She still believed in people and that people could change for the better and she pureheartedly also believed in her own convictions. But after all the loss and the continuous violence Caitlyn turns away from these ideals and goes down a different path. She now chooses violence, for stopping this war, but mostly I think for her personal reasons of seeking revenge. After going through the Kiramman archives she gears up, steps up and also shows this visibly, when she announces she's going to Zaun to finally make something happen:

She presents herself like this before the council, and this is the first time we see Caitlyn with a red choker. Her first step into going down the violent path. And it's just the beginning of it all. Cause as we know, moving on, after misusing the ventilation system to hunt down Jinx, the city is in need of new leadership, which is endorsed by Ambessa. Ambessa did her entire master plan shit, to get Caitlyn to take that role (for her as her personal puppet). We also know this means further violence on Caitlyn's path, because Ambessa is all about strength and empowerment over others. We visibly see this with Caitlyn receiving a cloak from Ambessa, which inner fabric is red and the big collar framing Cait's face in red:

With that we enter the vampire Caitlyn era:

We get to see a couple of scenes with her in dim lighting or not natural looking lighting such as in Singed's lab. During the prison investigation scene there's a lot of red light enveloping her. At this point she is deep down this path and also entangled in Ambessas inlfuence. Before moving on I still want to point out one thing that I came across, when it's just Caitlyn, not having to represent the leader of Piltover, a powerful and important person in front of others to command and lead, it's just her. No armor, no uniform, no influence, just her with her thoughts and back to her colors:

In this scene at the beginning of S02E04, she reflects on her actions, but mostly on the fact that Ambessa is still around and that there's so many Noxian soldiers in the city. There's complaints about them and Cait is wondering if that's how it's supposed to be or not. For a brief moment she doubts having Ambessa around much longer is the right way to go, but then Caitlyn comes to the conclusion it's for the best, cause that way not many Enforcers lost their lives and deems it to still be the right path for her (to be the vampire leader) But then she meets Ambessa the next day and we see a disagreement between Cait and Ambessa (also visualized). Caitlyn criticises the violent proceeding of Rictus agains the Zaunites at the checkpoint and therefore also criticising Ambessa's role and influence here. In this scene Caitlyn doesn't wear her cloak and is just in her Enforcer uniform, with her red choker (symbolizing her own decision for violent acting, right after her mother's death and not Ambessas doing):

As we know she continues to go down that path with Ambessa and we later get to see her in a sparring fight with Ambessa. Caitlyn said at the beginning of S02E04 that she learned so much from Ambessa and we see that it's not just limited to leadership and tactics, but also combat skills. Which I think is something Caitlyn only started to improve, cause she was always a marksman (the perfect shot) and in the backlines. While in training under Ambessa's instructions she wears a different outfit:

In my very honest and in my personal opinion, the outfit but also the colors look so off on her. And what in the fire nation is happening? XD I get that when you train under a certain instructor and certain techniques you also have to get all in. In this case she puts on clothes and colors that are alien to Cait, BECAUSE she's training in something she's not used to. Caitlyn was never a close combat fighter, but she now even aquires this skill. The off colors and a very different outfit from what we usually see on her reinforces the feeling of something alien on her and also something being put on her externally. This also takes place at Ambessa's HQ which takes Caitlyn away from the usual places we see her. Meaning she even went into the womb of the monster, entirely being engulfed by Ambessa and her doings in all regards. Later, Caitlyn reunites with Vi and we also see her finally snapping out of it. I like to believe that Vi calling her "Cupcake" gave her push she needed and furthermore understanding why Vi is there in the first place and what she's trying to defend. Caitlyn then decides to take down Ambessa and helps out Vi. So both of them make a plan on how to take Ambessa down and save Vander from being taken.

We now get to this scene, inside Ambessa's tent, where Caitlyn claims she captured Vi and delivers her to Ambessa. As we see (which I also pointed out in another post of mine) the inside of the tent has all red. BUT Caitlyn, still only in her Enforcer uniform, facing Vi and turning her back to Ambessa. And also turning her back to the brighter tones of red in that scene, just focussed on Vi the entire time, until Singed continues with the mission on hand. Only then Cait turns around waits for the order to leave and then leaves. And with that also finally leaving being Ambessa behind, cause she knows Vi is about to take her down. I am really looking forward to Act 3 (I'M ALSO VERY SCARED AND I AM NOT READY), and to see how this continues and if I can do a follow up analysis So I think colors, lighting and scene composition are so vital to the story telling. And it's so pretty! I love the visuals of this show. AND omg I am also so normal about Caitlyn. I love her so much, and aaaah she is so my character type ASDFGHJKL Thanks for reading! There will be a 2nd part, which is about another aspect I thought about and which I want to get out :D Part 2!

[chaggie4ever]

Hello. Me again. I was wondering if you could make a post of how Charlie steamrolls Vaggie. I know it's a recurring flaw but I wanted to hear from you.

Of course. I’ve been wanting to make a Chaggie flaws post for a bit so this can be at least part 1 XD preface with I ADORE them (sometimes with a side of Lute/Vaggie) and flaws are part of any good relationship. My very gay wife and I have many but remain very happily married for over three years now :)

Also having just rewatched AGAIN this is fresh 😎 (#idontknowhowmanytimesiverewatchednowpleasesendhelp). So we immediately open into a Disney-esque song that Vaggie begs Charlie not to sing (in the original AND new pilots!) Charlie literally sings over her and runs down the street, annoying everyone in the pride ring. She ignores Vaggie’s commentary and (insider) advice. When she gets back, we see one of the rare cases that Vaggie IS NOT fully in tune with Charlie’s emotions and pushes her to watch the commercial before she can vent about the meeting. This may be intentional to cheer her up though 🧐

Ep2 Chaggie is cute and supportive and more involves Charlie steamrolling Angel and his emotions in favor of Sir Pentious.

Ep3 Charlie flings the whole trust exercise on Vaggie, who is very obviously uncomfortable with this. Ideally she would have given Vaggie a heads up before in front of everyone… or at least recognized that discomfort. But nope. Completely steamrolled. To her credit, Charlie is the first to volunteer and later DOES apologize for putting too much pressure on Vaggie.

But the rooftop. The fucking rooftop. Charlie interrupts the one consensual throwing into a turf war (Nifty REALLY wanted to be thrown XD). Then when Vaggie literally says that she is NOTHING if she isn’t useful, Charlie DOESNT CORRECT HER. Like dude. You don’t try saying “you do so much” in that situation. You tell your girl to fucking love herself dammit and that her self worth should not revolve around you! But it’s like Charlie doesn’t even hear this… she wants to put a bandaid on but she needs to stop the actual bleeding here. And doesn’t. She leaves. Yes Vaggie asked her to but sometimes you should persist a bit more imho. Instead we see an awesome power ballad (also her Assassin’s Creed climbs bro), where Vaggie sings about “it felt so good to be understood” after THIS convo XD I’m sorry I can’t. Gurl you are more than armor, please love yourself. Notably, Charlie IS NOT HAPPY even when the residents are bonding (her one goal right?), until Vaggie is ok. And this scene is very cute and sweet.

Ep4 is more Huskerdust focused, but we do get some cute supportive girlfriend talk and Charlie actually listening. The one time it backfires XD I AM glad Vaggie doesn’t put this all on herself when Charlie returns home devastated.

Ep5 is more Charlie+Lucifer but we get a cute intro to future father-in-law (guys. Why are they not engaged yet?? I was in like three months XD) good tour, minimal steamrolling that I can find. Charlie does completely miss Vaggie’s reaction to Lucifer talking about heaven sucking, but she was facing the other way and kinda focused on him. And she does not notice Vaggie’s very obvious fake enthusiasm over going to heaven at the end.

Ep6 - the BIG ONE. Charlie seemingly does not care about Vaggie’s discomfort going to heaven. Like dude, at least ask why? Maybe? Or do you even notice the VERY obvious hesitancy on every convo about heaven? Idk if she was assuming she knew or just was too excited and missed it. But this happens so many times this episode. Yes, Vaggie REALLY should have given Charlie at least a heads up about what she was walking into. But it helps when someone asks “what’s wrong?”… especially for those of us who are emotionally constipated and trauma-fueled…

Ep7 is frustrating - how long has Vaggie been on the couch now? A week? Their confrontation is so painful. Like can you think of a reason Vaggie may have lied or just not corrected you about this major aspect of her life? Girl has had your back for three years essentially without question. You need to talk. Not cry for a week. But again, Charlie comes first and Vaggie hates herself too much to combat this. Especially right now. Charlie can focus on nothing else all day until she finally learns actions mean more than words. Meanwhile Vaggie gets the shit beaten out of her and reminded to live for others. As much as I love this scene, I do NOT love having a person as a “reason to live.” I hope she develops beyond this but if this is what Vaggie needs to survive life right now so be it (I actually meant to type Lute instead of life but both work XD)

Their apology is super cute and I think there will be some great wing fun in bed tonight XD Vaggie IS steamrolled here again but this time it’s more legitimate imho. Charlie should not let her apologize after how she treated her today. They BOTH need to apologize dammit.

And finally ep8 - very minimal steamrolling I could find! They are just adorable and perfect in every way. Wow that ended up long XD sorry and you’re welcome? XD

[bluesylveon2]

Can I request number 6 with Azul ashengrotto? :3

Hi!!! I meant to post this earlier but my summer class started and I've been busy 😭. Fun fact: past fics with "I Won't Say I'm in Love" had people telling the TWST boy or Yuu that they are in love. Who did I use for Azul? It would have been the Tweels but it is actually Azul himself! 😂 I hope that you enjoy, anon!

Notes: Yuu is bold, mentions events in Book 3, 4, and 6, and Azul having an internal crisis

Word Count: 1011

Warnings: possible ooc characters (I feel like Azul is) and not beta read.

Azul did not like the Ramshackle Prefect. Not in a romantic sense. Why would he? It's not like she stayed in his head rent-free for the past few days. No, he was thinking about how to get her to work for him for free.  

He was not jealous that, according to ADeuce, the Prefect was spending time with Prince Rielle from RSA. How did they meet? Azul will never know, but one thing has been bothering him. SHE decided to have their date in town rather than in his perfectly established restaurant that was only a short walk away!

Azul set his pen down after signing the last contract of the day and stared at the ceiling. He recalled the first time he saw the Prefect during the entrance ceremony and how her cat monster set the room on fire. He did not care much about her then since his focus was on this year's profits. 

His indifference changed when he wanted her dorm as a branch of his restaurant. Did he leave her homeless? Yes, but within good reason. He no longer wanted that embarrassing photo of himself hanging around the Atlantica Memorial Museum. How did she get so popular to get close to Leona, of all people? If only she and her band of Savanaclaw members did not get in his way. Azul's hand clenched into a fist at the thought of the pesky lion disintegrating his hard work. This was the only time he truly disliked the Prefect.

Of course, that backfired back on her when she got trapped in Scarabia by Jamil. Azul could not hide his smug look when she pleaded with him for help. He, being benevolent, acted like her knight in shining armor to save her (read: it was Jade and Floyd that did all the work) as the damsel in distress. 

Azul hummed in thought when he realized something. The Prefect was less of a damsel and more like a knight after she broke into the Isle of Woe to save him and the rest of the overblot guys. 

It was only after the whole fiasco that Azul slightly liked the Prefect.

Did he get any romantic feelings during the process? No, he did not.

Why should he, anyway?

She was nothing more than a magicless human. A reckless one, in fact. 

If anything, she should be the one to develop feelings for him. 

Azul knew multiple ways to charm the girl. He would start by treating her to deals in Mostro Lounge. Then, he would do different favors for her, like give her a study guide or serenade her with his lovely voice. Finally, he would be the one to save her from different incidents (orchestrated by the Leech twins); she would fall in his arms and for his charms. 

She would fall for him so much that she would be at his door on her knees, begging to be his girlfriend. And Azul, being oh so benevolent, will agree.

Azul smirked. There was no way she could not resist him. 

"You're amazing as it is, even without stealing anyone else's powers," Yuu's voice called out in Azul's mind. 

Ba dump

"What the?" Azul clenched his chest. He could feel his heartbeat increase under his fingers. Why were the Prefect's words coming back to him?

"Your incredible diligence is so rare, it left the headmage at a loss," her voice continued to sing to him.

Ba dump

It has been months since their interaction at the museum, where Yuu had uttered those words to him, leaving him at a loss. Azul was touched by them, but he had put it back in his mind after the trip. Now they suddenly emerge and haunt him while he thinks about the Prefect.

Wait.

The Prefect. 

Azul suddenly sat up and ran his hands through his wavy hair. Why did he care about the Prefect being on a date? Why was he setting up a scheme to have her begging to be with him? Why are her words echoing in his mind like a mermaid's song?

Azul's eyes widen in realization. A long time ago, when he was still a crybaby octopus, his mom told him a story about how a mermaid princess sang to a prince after she saved him. The princess had to leave before the prince gained consciousness, and he made it his mission to find her. The princess's voice was so beautiful that the prince would play his flute at night using the same tune in hopes of finding her because he loved her. 

He was like the prince in the story. 

He loved Yuu. 

Azul took deep breaths to calm his wild heartbeat and wiped his sweaty palm on a handkerchief. He might have realized it now, but he won't say it out loud. No, he would continue his plan once Yuu returned from her date. The male leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. He had to remain with his suave nature around her. 

The room was quiet as Azul was deep in his thoughts.

CRASH

Azul immediately stood up, "What the?" his eyes landed on the door wide open. Yuu stood in the doorway with the Leech twins smirking evilly from behind. Only a few seconds passed, and Yuu was now standing before Azul. She grabbed his hand and proceeded to drag him out of his office-

Wait a minute.

"What are you doing?" Azul sputtered out, his face now red.

"We are going on a date! You and me."

"But I thought you were supposed to be with Rielle?"

Yuu shook her head, "He was just showing me around, and we're only friends. Besides, I'm only interested in octopi anyway."

Azul's mouth opened in shock, "How did you? When did you?"

"The twins told me. Now hurry up before the shops in town close!" She dragged the poor housewarden through the doors and out of Mostro Lounge. 

Meanwhile, the Leech twins could not hide their laughter. 

"Have fun, you two."

"Don't hurt Shrimpy now!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Clan of Three - Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen: The Rescue

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 9.3K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, blood, semi-angst, PTSD, some wholesome moments, sad moments, Fatherly Din

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Din wasn’t sure what he felt about Slave I they had found Dr. Pershing’s ship and were currently pursuing it when he felt this feeling that something is either going to go horribly wrong or something already has. It was like a gut feeling but he had to push it aside his priority was the two kids of Moff Gideon’s ship. The ship had just been disabled by an ion cannon and he could hear their panicked voices through the close-range communication, “They hit us with an ion cannon. Avionics are down. Comms are down!”

“Lower your shields, disengage all transponders, prepare for boarding,” Fett says as the ship docks the shuttle. Din leads first followed by a shock trooper as he enters the cockpit taking in the two pilots and the person he was after, “Before you make a mistake, this is Dr. Pershing.” One of the pilots says and Din nods,

“We’ve met. Are the kids alive?” Din looks over at the doctor whose face grows still.

“Yes, the child’s on the crew–” He starts but the second pilot grabs Pershing holding a blaster to his head. The door behind Din opens and Cara steps in with her blaster also raised. “Stay back, Dropper.”

“Easy, pal. Okay? I’m not with him. We can work something out.” The other pilot says holding his hands up easily surrendering. A bullet hits the pilot and he drops dead as they aim their blaster at the one holding Pershing hostage, “Drop your weapon.” Cara warns.

“No. No, you listen to me. This is a top-tier target of the New Republic. This is a clone engineer. And if they find out that he’s dead because of you, you’re gonna wish you never left Alderaan,” He says and Din sees Cara freeze slightly at the comment, “I saw the tear. You wanna know what else I saw? I saw your planet destroyed. I was on the Death Star.”

“Which one?” Cara grits and the pilot gives a fake laugh, “You think you’re funny? Do you know how many millions were killed on those bases?” He says pushing a very thin line and Din could feel the anger coming off Cara from the insults of her home planet.

“Drop your blaster.” She says her finger resting on the trigger, “As the galaxy cheered?”

“Last chance.” Cara warns her patience is stretched thin but the pilot just kept pushing, “Destroying your planet was a small price to pay to rid the galaxy of terrorism.” A bolt hits the co-pilot in the face narrowly missing Pershing, who screams in pain clutching his ear from the part of it singed off. Din turns watching Cara walk out heading back to the ship and Din grabs the doctor forcing him to the ship.

Arriving on the planet Lafete Din followed by Boba Fett enters a diner a hush instantly falls in the room with the appearance of two Mandalorians. Ignoring them Din heads to the corner where two Mandalorians in blue armor sit, “I need your help.” He asks and Bo-Katan turns to look at the man.

“Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters. Some of us serve a higher purpose.” She comments taking a swig of her drink, “They took the kids.” Din says and Bo-Katan pauses slightly now fully looking at him.

“Who?” “Moff Gideon.” Din says and Bo-Katan turns away hearing the name disdain in her voice, “You’ll never find him.”

“We don’t need these two. Let’s get outta here.” Fett says to Din and Bo-Katan looks over at the man wearing Mandalorian armor, “You are not a Mandalorian.” Bo-Katan comments and Fett shakes his head, “Never said I was.”

Reeves scoffs taking her shot of spotchka “I didn’t know sidekicks were allowed to talk.”

“Well, if that isn’t the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy. Easy there, little one.” Fett comments and the girl stands getting nose to nose with the bounty hunter, “You’ll be talking through the window of a bacta tank.” She hisses and Bo-Katan raises her hand.

“All right, easy. Save it for the Imps.”

“We have his coordinates.” Din says and Bo-Katan has surprise written on her face, “You can bring me to Moff Gideon?” she asks and Din nods,

“The Moff has a light cruiser. It could be helpful in your effort to regain Mandalore.” He brings up and Fett scoffs, “You gotta be kidding me. Mandalore? The Empire turned that planet to glass.”

“You are a disgrace to your armor.” Bo-Katan says her voice laced with venom, “This armor belonged to my father.” Fett retorts and the woman snarls, “Don’t you mean your donor?”

“Careful, princess.” Fett warns the former princess, “You are a clone. I’ve heard your voice thousands of times.”

“Mine might be the last one you hear.” Fett threatens and Reeves strikes with fists and kicks the two brawl out in the bar, Fett getting thrown onto a table and breaking it as he responds with flamethrowers before pulling out their blasters but the other female Mandalorian finally steps in, “Enough! Both of you! If we had shown half that spine to the Empire we would’ve never lost our planet. We will help you. In exchange, we will keep that ship to retake Mandalore. If you should manage to finish your quest, I would have you reconsider joining our efforts. Mandalorians have been in exile from our home world for far too long.” She says to the two before looking over at Din

“Fair enough.” He agrees, “One more thing,” Bo-Katan adds, “Gideon has a weapon that once belonged to me. It is an ancient weapon that can cut through anything.”

“Almost anything.” Reeves adds and Bo-Katan nods, “It cannot cut through pure beskar. I will kill the Moff and retake what is rightfully mine. With the Darksaber restored to me, Mandalore will finally be within reach.”

“Help me rescue the kids and you can have whatever you want. They are my only priority.” Din says as he gains the final two allies he needed as they return to Fett’s ship.

“This is Moff Gideon’s Imperial light cruiser. In the old days, it would carry a crew of several hundred. Now it operates with a tiny fraction of that.” On Slave I Bo-Katan briefs them all with the hologram of Gideon’s ship, “Your assessment is misleading.” Dr. Pershing speaks up seated with restraints.

“Oh, great. An objective opinion.” Cara says rolling her eyes, “This isn’t subterfuge. I assure you.” He says and Bo-Katan holds her hand up to Cara, “Let him speak.”

“There’s a garrison of dark troopers on board. They are the ones who abducted the Child and the girl.” Pershing explains and Din nods having seen these Dark Troopers with his own eyes on Tython. “How many troopers do they have armed in those suits?” He asks

“These are third-generation designs. They are no longer suits. The human inside was the final weakness to be solved. They’re droids.” Pershing explains that these troopers sound like a threat to their plan, “Where are they bivouacked?” Fennec asks and Pershing looks over at the map and then at Bo-Katan silently asking for permission which she grants before he points at a second of the map as it grows larger.

“They’re held in cold storage in this cargo bay. They draw too much power to be kept at ready.” He says, “How long to power up?”

“A few minutes, perhaps.” He says and Din is staring at the map

“Where are the kids being held?”

Din notices the slight hesitation in Pershing before he pointed at another section of the map, “This is the brig. He’s being held here under armed guard.” Pershing says and everyone seems to notice how he only addressed one.

“Where is the girl being held?” Din says and sees the fear in Pershing’s eyes and hidden behind the beskar helmet his expression was grim. “Where. Is. She.”

“Moff...Moff Gideon disposed of the girl,” His words were like knives that impaled Din and the room went deathly silent as Pershing tried to find a less harsh way of describing it, “Gideon saw her as a threat.”

“A threat!? She’s a child!” Cara hisses at the doctor her own anger and sadness thick in her tone. Din couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe, this wasn’t real. He would close his eyes and be back on the Razor Crest, you and the child would be with him and everything would be alright. He would take you to a planet where you all could be safe..you were safe. You weren’t de- He felt bile fill his throat but he forced it down.

“She was a threat to the revival of Mandalore,” The comment brings attention to the Mandalorians in the room, “What revival of Mandalore?” Bo-Katan says hearing this news of her homeworld and Pershing feeling the danger of not speaking more and being forced to keep going.

“Gideon planned to retake Mandalore and rebuild the empire from there…with the girl, he initially gave the option of her taking the Mandalorian throne beside him,” He pauses the thought itself even disgusted him, “To take the throne beside him and produce Mandalorian heirs..” Din felt sick no he didn’t want to picture any of this. You were a child you were only seventeen, you haven’t lived and to hear you would be forced to create children by Gideon...He was going to rip Gideon apart.

“But the girl is from Tatooine how could she…” Cara comments stopping from saying that part, “Do that.”

“She is born on Tatooine her mother is from the planet but her father…” Pershing starts and his gaze briefly meets Din before moving to Bo-Katan, “Is of Mandalore..her father's parents being...Obi-Wan Kenobi and Duchess Satine Kryze.”

Bo-Katan’s head instantly snaps up hearing the names before it all clicked, “No..” She shakes her head stepping back slightly, “They said neither of them survived. No, they didn’t survive. I-” The fear crossed her face before there was no way of denying the truth. How did she not see it..her nephew’s daughter..how did she not see the features of her nephew or her own sister in the girl. Bo-Katan covers her mouth the truth that her entire family was truly gone was too sickening.

“What did he do to her,” Bo-Katan whispers the horror in her eyes as Pershing guilty has to continue, “She rejected his proposal and he..he killed her.”

“Where is she,” Din speaks up having been deadly silent and the energy coming off him was only rage. Anything could set him and he was going to kill everyone on the cruiser…and when he got to Gideon. He was going to put him threw more pain than he’ll ever experience. Din wouldn’t grant him the mercy of a quick death but something that will last years. He would push aside his own survival to make sure he feels this pain to remember what he did to you.

Pershing looks at the Mandalorian in fear, “Gideon put her in the brig.” He says and Din looks forward.

“We split into two parties.” Bo-Katan says quickly swiping the tears brimming her lashes as she quickly clears her throat, “I go alone.” Din says his word final and everyone looks at the grieving man and doesn’t argue.

“Okay. Phase one, Lambda shuttle issues a distress call. Two, we emergency land at the mouth of the fighter launch tube, cutting off any potential interceptors. Koska, Fennec, Dune, and myself disembark with maximum initiative. Once we’ve neutralized the launch bay, we make our way through these tandem decks in a penetration maneuver...” Bo-Katan’s voice drowns out as Din is pulled into his head. His hands were in tight fists his armor felt like a deadweight on him he couldn’t think it was just acting now. What was he going to do when he finds you…how is he to tell the child..he would have to tell Cobb. He wasn’t even sure how he was keeping it together, he was split between killing anyone in his path or screaming and crying his heart out. He was never more thankful for the beskar for hiding the tears that silently slid down his face as their meeting for this final fight ended and they moved to the shuttle to go to Gideon’s cruiser. He was going to avenge you and you would be given a true Mandalorian burial…maker he was going to do everything right for you. He was going to save the child he would promise you that he won’t fail twice.

You open your eyes finding yourself in your old home in Mos Eisley… it was the night you lost your parents everything looked exactly the same. “Mama? Papa?” You call out as you see a shadow blur past you entering your parents' room. Walking towards the door you pause before pushing it open about to step in.

“Y/n? What are you doing up?” Your mother’s voice makes you turn around and you see her standing in the middle of your living room with a confused look on her face. She didn’t look different at all shock was written on your face. “Mama..?” You whisper your voice gets choked up as your eyes begin to burn. You step closer looking at her with wonder as she smiles cupping your face a gasp pulled from your chest feeling her warm touch. Her smile is comforting as she frowns slightly wiping a tear you didn’t know was there, “Why the tears sweetie?” She says and you were certain she was real..this was real.

“I-” The doors cuts you off as a tired-looking man walks in, “Now where’s my little womp rat!” Your father’s voice produces more tears as he drops his bag spotting you scooping you up in the air just like when you were a child hugging you, “I’ve missed you, my daughter.”

“Papa…” You whisper your hands instantly digging into the back of his shirt holding him close, your face pressed into his shoulder breathing in the scent of your father. His touch, his voice, his warmth, everything..this was real. You pull back seeing the wide smile on his face and you can’t help the broken cry to come from your mouth.

“What’s wrong darling?” Your father asks and your mother joins his arm wrapping around her side and you have to take a step back looking at the two of them.

“I…I just never thought I’d see you again.” You whimper trying to hold in the broken cry, that little girl praying maybe it was a cruel joke and you would see your parents again. The hope that girl held onto all these years was that she would have her mother’s comforting words again and her father’s strong hugs back in her life. She thought that girl had died along with her parents but they were in front of her.

“You must have missed me a lot when I’m gone from work.” He says with a laugh and you chuckle with tears in your eyes from his joke. You still couldn’t believe your eyes. You must have died and gone to heaven for this to be real.

“This is the non-diplomatic option,”

A searing pain fills your body and you feel your insides rip apart. You cry out hitting the ground as your parents rush to help you. Your hands hold your stomach as they help you to your feet, pulling your hands back seeing red coating your hands and stomach. Your gaze snaps up and your parents are gone the lights in your home out leaving you in eerie darkness. “Mama?! Papa!?” You shout looking around and your stomach churns seeing your father’s deceased body on the ground the sandstone soaked with his blood. You gasp turning away from the view only making yourself see a part of your mother’s body through the doorway to their bedroom. You hit the door pushing hard against it to let you out and it slides open as you fall out. The sand digs into your palms as you try to catch your breath focusing on calming the panic in your heart.

“Y/n?” Cobb’s voice calls out and you look up as he stands over you looking over you with a concerned look on his face. “What are you doing out?” He takes your hands helping you up and he doesn’t even notice the blood that covers your hands that doesn’t transfer to his.

“Cobb…I..was just..what am I doing..” You try to explain but grow even more confused looking around not in Mos Eisley but Mos Pelgo the second home you had with the Marshal looking after you.

“I think you had a long night of training and you need some sleep,” Cobb says trying to lead you toward your guys' home. Training..going across the dunes…the jedi texts…your lightsaber..the Krayt Drag-no that didn’t happen.

“Ni vor entye gota'la par ner ad's oyay” “Ni'm Ni ceta Din.”

Arms hold you close as comforting words are whispered to you a language spoken lightly to you. There was a man he had…you never saw his face..why?

“Din…” You whisper out and Cobb gives you a look as he tries bringing you inside but you pull away.

“Din? Not sure where you got that name from come on I’m taking you off helping the elders tomorrow you need rest.” His hand reaches out but you recoil back. Why had you thought of this man…who was he. Cold flashes of metal, a ship of the old republic, the giggles of a child.

“No..this..why am I-” You shake your head moving further away from Cobb concern on his face, “Come on kid, this isn’t funny whatever joke you’re pulling.”

“Put her in the brig and let her die a jedi,”

You gasp in pain as it grows stronger your knees hit the ground hard now metal not the sands of Tatooine. Your hand presses hard against your stomach cringing in pain a metallic taste fills your mouth as you spit on the ground seeing red. Struggling to stand and looking around find yourself on a ship the hallways are long, and the coldness surrounded you as you move through them feeling yourself grow weak. Your hand is still held against your stomach as your other grabs the wall to stabilize yourself as a gasp of air tries to fill your burning lungs.

“Kid..” A voice calls out and your head snaps up at the end of the hall stands a man covered in armor. He seemed familiar but you couldn’t remember where as you stand on opposite ends, “olaror yaim,” He calls out the language smooth on his tongue his hand raised held out for you to take. Then it was flashes of memories watching them as they played out in front of you.

“You need to get patched up or it’s going to get infected.” You look over your shoulder glaring at him. “I don’t need your help.” His hands are rough as he cleans the cut on your temple on Arvala-7 the first real interaction between you two.

“Come on we have to go!” He jumps off the speeder grabs the child and you jump over the side almost falling to the ground if he didn’t grab you. You shake your head trying to keep the pain in. “I can’t...my foot.” You say your voice trembling and he looks around before handing you the child again and scooping you up being held in his arms as blaster fire soars over you as bounty hunters and Mandalorians fight for your escape.

The bolt hits the pan dead center it knocking over. Your hands drop down holding the weapon to your side. “You did well.” Mando says and you look up at him before nodding slightly returning the weapon to him, “Keep that up and you’ll be a sharpshooter.” You can’t ignore the warmth that fills your chest hearing the compliment and noticing the pride that was in his voice. The confident feeling didn’t leave you just hearing the pride in his voice something you could never get rid of the feeling.

“I’m assuming you knew I was coming.” You say and he looks down at you the damn helmet hiding his emotions. “No, not really, just a shot in the dark.” He says taking the rifle and slinging it across his back but not taking the blaster, “Keep it…it will keep you safe.” He says pushing the blaster back into your hands and you look down at the item gifted to you, just like the knife.

“Down!” He yells and you drop down as his flamethrower burns two droids as they melt together. You stand up your blaster firing at the droid he was once fighting in the head, while he shoots at the droid you cut the foot off. The six droids lay dead around you, oil and parts surround the two of you. The cheers from the prisoners witnessing the fight. “You good kid?” He looks at you silently checking you for injuries and you nod. “I’m fine Mando.”

“No what are you doing?! Cara let go of me. Mando get up! We have to go!” Cara begins pulling you towards the sewer vent, struggling slightly pulling you with one hand and the other holding her blaster. “Mando stop her! Please don’t leave me! Din! Get up, please! I don’t wanna go! Cara let go of me! Din! Din Please!” Your voice screams out your hand trying to reach out to him as his hand drifts off you falling to his side.

Your body collides into Mando’s your arms wrapping around his waist tightly and his free hand rest on the back of your head keeping you close to him as he whispers words that you can’t understand. The beskar cold on your skin as tears fall down your face. You pull back looking up at him grateful to see his metal helmet, his rough gloves wipe away the tears on your face. “I thought you were gone.”

“I know I shouldn’t have done that but there was no time to explai-” You’re cut out and pulled into his chest as he holds your head close to his chest not caring the saliva was getting on him. This surprises you and Cobb as well who feels like he’s intruding on a moment. “Ni vor entye gota'la par ner ad's oyay” Din mumbles so quickly that you could barely pick up any of the words he rushed in Mando’a. Din holds one hand on your upper back the other clutched within your hair though it doesn’t hurt you. You felt safe in his embrace.

You curl up against his side the child cooing in your arms as you try to steal as much heat of the Mandalorian, his arm around your back holds you tight against him, “Get some sleep kid,” He says looking down at his two children making sure they were alright before worrying about himself. The cold was harsh but the heat you had gotten by being cuddled with two others made going to sleep pretty easy.

But it wasn’t coldness from the air but his words as your heart breaks, “Din I only just learned your name! You probably weren’t ever going to tell me anyways. No matter how much you try to teach me about the Mandalorians I won’t be one. I’m not your daughter and you are not my father!” You spit and the atmosphere is quickly cold and you step back realizing the words that came out of your mouth. “You're right…You're not my daughter and I sure as hell ain't your father. When we meet the Jedi we will be going our separate ways.” Din declares and you can’t ignore the malice in his words. You knew you hurt him with what you said but just hearing him say those same words back to you felt like a dagger in your chest. You nod sharply looking away from him trying to keep the quickly forming tears. You don’t deserve to cry...you caused this. You just ruin everything and push people away. What you feared so deeply...being alone had smacked you in the face so face  

The pain in your heart turned physical as you gasp for air as he holds you down, “You’re going to be alright..you hear me…you’re not leaving me.” He promises you his hand squeezes tightly on you before he pulls away slightly and you see him rip something off himself and you feel rough skin against your hand and on your face. Your eyes though weak and hazy widen feeling the skin touching yours, the contact of his against yours. You knew the importance of his creed the reason his skin, his face is hidden behind beskar and he just broke a part of it…for you. He squeezes your hand again his other swipes the tears from your cheek the pads of his fingers warm, “You’re going to be alright.”

“I don’t wanna die…please...please I wanna stop…dad.”

You freeze watching yourself cry out to him..you weren’t sure what you feared more. Knowing that you would never have the chance of having a normal family, never see your mother’s smiles or feel the embrace of your father, or have that little girl get part of her dream back. To have someone love her, protect her, make her smile, make her cry, to have that figure back in her life. You couldn’t stop it you said it and it scared you. He had fit the characteristics from the moment you met him.

“Dad..” You call out to Din your weak limp as you try to grow closer to him but it seemed like the hallway stretches farther your limp turned into a weak run. “Dad…Dad! Dad!” Something trips you and you hit the ground gasping for air the pain in your stomach only grows stronger as you push yourself to your knees but you stop when you see what lies in front of you. You’re frozen…paralyzed looking at the body that lays before you, her face dull as she stares straight up her eyes lifeless.

“No…no no No!” You cry out scrambling over your body your hands colliding with your shoulders as you shake yourself trying to wake them up. “Wake up…wake up wake up!” You cry out as your lifeless eyes stare back at you, the wound in your stomach too great. Your hands press to stop the bleeding the blood pouring past you like a river feeling the pain in your own grow stronger making you cry out in pain,

“Please you have to wake up...I wanna go home..you have to live.” You cry tears fall from your face as your cry into your chest feeling defeated. Your life felt like a grain of sand so minute as it blended with the rest of the dunes. Would you remain here forever forced in this state to watch the world around you? Was Din going to find your body or were you to rot in this cell until they dispose of you themselves?

“You gotta wake up..please you have to.” You whisper into your chest as silence is your only response a hand rest on your shoulder and you jump looking up and seeing a man staring down at you. He’s dressed in robes with auburn hair and a thick beard there’s sadness in his eyes as he looks at you.

“It is not your time young one…” He speaks his voice calm but with strength behind him as he bends down before putting his hand over the wound where yours lies. Another hand joins in and you stare at a beautiful woman with an elaborate headpiece and kind eyes, two more join, and your father smiles at you his hand cups your face though you only feel coldness off it while your mother just smiles, people, surround you their hands touching your shoulders or your legs any part of your body they can touch and you feel strength grow in your limbs.

Someone touches your chest right where your heart lies and you feel a wave of energy flow through you it was a shadow of a man but you catch the details of Mandalorian armor though old and unlike anything you’ve ever seen. You stare into the helmet feeling his gaze back.

“These are your final steps.”

You wake up with a sharp gasp your cuffed hands instantly going to your stomach seeing the hole in your clothes feeling your back as well feeling the hole in your shirt your skin was clear only covered in blood but there wasn’t a single scratch on your body. You bring your hands up to your temple feeling the stickiness of the blood but no pain when you press down where the cut was. A faint whisper brushes your skin as you turn to look off in a direction and through the walls and everything you can sense him.

“Moff Gideon..”

It’s a silent rage one no one suspects just building as the doors to the cell open easily and you enter the hallway. Turning the corner and spotting a lone trooper walking down the hall you follow after your footsteps silent as you pull the vibroblade from their belt stabbing them rapidly on their neck as they let out a blood-filled gargle before collapsing on the ground. You kneel down prying the blaster rifle from its grasp seeing it had one round in it before needing a new charge. That was alright you were going to make sure you didn’t miss and if not you were going to rip him apart with your own hands.

The plan was set as they traveled through hyperspace Din was off to the side silently watching everyone else prepare his mind was only focused on two things, Save the child and if given the chance kill Moff Gideon himself.

“Prepare to exit jump space.” Fett calls out through the comms on Slave I as Bo-Katan pilots Perhsing’s shuttle, “Copy that. Get the hell out of there as soon as they clear us to dock. And your shots have to look convincing.”

“Power up those shields, princess. I’ll put on a good show.” Fett comments and they could hear the smirk in his voice, “Watch out for those deck cannons.” Bo-Katan warns while powering up the shields.

“Don’t worry about me. Just be careful in there.” Fett comments as Reeves jumps in, “Exiting hyperspace in three, two, one…” The ship jolts out of hyperspace as the plan begins.

“This is Lambda shuttle, Two-Seven-Four-Three. Requesting emergency docking. Repeat, requesting emergency docking. We are under attack.” Bo-Katan fakes distress as she dodges the blaster fire sent by Fett as they fly toward Gideon’s cruiser.

“Copy, Lambda shuttle. Request received.” A comms officer responds, “Stay clear of the launch tube. Deploying fighter squadron.” Two TIEs launch from the cruiser but Bo-Katan continues straight toward the launch tube, “Request denied! Please clear the launch tube until fighters deploy!” The comms officer speaks up.

“Negative! Negative! We are under attack!” Bo-Katan cuts in as they draw closer to the launch bay ignoring the shouts from the comm officer, “Clear launch tube immediately.”

“Hang on,” Bo-Katan says as they fly straight through the launch tube crashing into the bay the ship jerking around the large scratching as the shuttle drags against the ground. Troopers stand outside the ship as the ramp lowers down.

“What are you doing? Get that thing out of here!” A trooper shouts out but a bolt hits him in the chest and he drops dead. Blaster fire is quickly exchanged as the troopers in the bay are quickly taken down and Gideon watches this all from the bridge listening to their screams

“Activate the dark troopers.”

“Moff Gideon,” The comms officer calls to him as he turns away from the large control table and the look on her face as she tries to hold back the horror, “The girl…she’s not in the brig anymore.”

The women move ahead clearing the bay with ease and Din silently exits the ship looking over the damage as he makes his way toward the dark trooper bay. The halls empty most of the stormtrooper after the women as they head for the bridge leaving the path clear for him. Reaching the dark troopers’ cargo hull right as the doors begin to open and Din hears the heavy metal marching as they move towards the door,

“No. No!” Din yells dashing forward and putting Pershing’s code cylinder into the slot to close to the door but one droid holds the door open and manages to get through. It fires at Din with precise shots hitting the beskar making him stumble back. Din fires back with his blaster but it has no effect the bolt bounces off its armor just like beskar it swings its long arm and Din slides under it sending his flamethrower and melting the face but it still doesn’t react as it grabs Din by the throat slamming him against the wall the beskar denting into the thick metal wall. His whole body is rattled as he is repeatedly slammed deeper into the wall. Sending the whistling birds they explode around the droid only staggering it and dropping him. Past the droid, he can see the others punching the glass windows trying to break through. A punch straight to his chest sends him sliding across the floor and he stands pulling off his spear gifted by Tano fighting against its sheer strength and size before he stabs it straight into the neck. It malfunctions before falling down defeated. Din rushes over turning the code cylinder right as they pry the doors open, depressurizing the cargo bay the troopers are sucked out into space. Leaning against the wall sucking in a heavy breath from the battle his body aches being thrown around. Moving towards the droid grabbing the beskar spear before heading for the brig. His mission to save the kid was his only priority.

In the turbolift, Cara continues to fiddle with her large gun that is jammed, “Dank farrik! Son of a mudscuffer!” She hisses and Bo-Katan looks over at her, “Are you sure you don’t need any help?’

The shock trooper slams the gun against the wall and it powers up right as the doors open “I think that did it. Excuse me.”

“Hostiles! Stop!” A trooper yells out as they enter the bridge but Cara mows them down with her weapon they quickly enter the bridge taking down the officers inside that try to fight.

“Weapons system disarmed,” Reeves says disabling the systems on the large console as Bo-Katan looks around only one thought on her mind.

“Where’s Gideon?”

The halls are silent as Din travels turning the corner and spotting two troopers guarding a cell. Coming up behind one he juts the beskar spear stabbing the one further away from him before bringing the spear up to the trooper's neck and pulling back. Their legs shake as they grasp the beskar spear trying to stop it from choking him. Din pulls harder pulling the trooper into the air and with a sharp jerk, a crack fills the air as he snaps his neck. Putting away the spear taking out his blaster he moves to the door panel and opens it. Relief fills him spotting the child who coos happily seeing Din. He rushes forward grabbing him and releasing the cuffs from the child’s small wrists.

“You’re alright kid..” He whispers to Grogu still keeping his guard up. He felt guilt in him a grieving father having to give the news one of their own was gone. But when he looked at him it was almost like he knew something he didn’t...that things were going to be alright. “Bo-Katan..come in Bo-Katan.”

“I read you, did you rescue the child?” Her voice comes through his comm, “I have we heading towards the bridge, you have Moff Gideon in your custody?” He asks and it’s silence that only fills a pit of fear in Din.

“Moff Gideon wasn’t on the bridge…we thought he was with the child..” Bo-Katan’s voice comes through and Din is confused and nervous about what this meant.

“What.” He had assumed they were with him but it did make sense he would be with the child if he was neither here nor there…where was he?

“Din.” “What?” He calls out hearing the urgency in Bo-Katan’s voice, “Head to the main hall we’ll meet you there. We found Gideon.” Din’s already rushing to the map location sent to him.

His presence moved through the walls before stopping in one location as you follow it entering a grand hall on the light cruiser. It only held one door and you spot him standing completely alone his back towards you. Raising the blaster aiming at him to pull the trigger and deliver the final kill. “A bit of a coward’s kill don’t you think princess? At least give me a warrior’s death just like you Mandalorians.”

“You don’t deserve a warrior’s death you monster.” You growl moving towards him until you were an arms-length away, “Amusing. I’ll be sure to give you one then.” The blade of the Darksaber swings out and you lean back dodging the attack. Firing your only shot at him but he blocks the blaster fire swinging again making you move back again. He attacks in wide sweeping motions and your still cuffed wrists restrain you from the force leaving you to yourself. Pulling the knife from your belt ducking under his arms cutting at his side as he growls out in pain swinging the blade with rage in him.

“You just don’t know how to stay dead!” He shouts and you smirk the knife coated in his blood in your grasp, “Try killing me better.” He roars arching the blade down and you are forced to move backward as he swings the blade out you lean to the side but he raises his foot kicking you straight in the stomach and you fall to your back. Gasping for air as he stabs it towards the ground but you roll out of the way.

“You’re weak! A thief from Tatooine! You’re insignificant, your scum, from a dying race. The Jedi are gone! The Mandalorians are gone! And the remaining hidden in the gutter will be brought out and slaughtered.” He shouts swinging the blade down on your again and you thrust your wrists forward as it cuts through the cuffs and the spark before falling off your wrists. You stare up at him as a look of horror crosses his face as he sees the cuffs restricting your abilities fall off.

You swipe your hand out the Darksaber sliding against the floor and your other hand in a fist. Gideon grabs his neck and pulled straight into your grasp as your fist slams straight into his face and he sees stars. Your other fist is swinging right after digging into his face and a loud crunch fills the air as his nose shatters blood pouring like a fountain and getting all over your hand as you grab the back of his head and slam it into your knee. Each punch for everything he's done, for your grandparents, for your planet, the death of your parents, for all the Mandalorians, for Kuill, for IG-11, for you. He deserved every hit and you weren’t stopping until his blood painted your skin. You scream bringing your fist down on his face, you ignore the pain that fills your hands you would break yourself until you knew he was dead. Gideon’s on his back unable to defend himself as this girl pounds her fists into his face breaking both his and her bones. Blood splatters against your face and his features are covered in blood as he tries to fight off you. You hold your hand out the beskar weapon pulling into your hand as you activate the blade over him as you stare at his defeated face and him staring at the wrath in yours.

You’re ripped off him and you fight hard kicking your legs out throwing your head back to hit them your arms trying to break from their grip. You swing the weapon in your hand but you’re quickly disarmed. “Get off me! Kriffing let me go” “Kid stop! Stop it!” A voice yells out to you as you’re pulled away your vision is blinded seeing someone come to Gideon’s side. You lose sight of him as your turn around your wrists grabbed to stop you from fighting and you stare back at metal.

“Kid it’s me! Stop it…stop!” You weren’t sure you would ever see him again, as he holds you still though you try fighting. “He has to die! I’ll kriffing kill him. Gideon has to!” You shout trying to break free from his grasp but he’s like beskar unbreakable your anger moves from Gideon to him as your hands pound on his chest and you try pushing him away. The pain in your knuckles that were definitely shattered fuels you further. “I have to kill him…I have to…let me go!” Your fighting grows weaker as he pulls you into his chest holding you tight to him as your shouting turns to cries your fist against his chest weak as you break down in his arms.

“I have to...I have to stop him...Din..” You cry into his chest as his hand strokes your back the other holds your head to him, “Shhh…gev…gar cuyir morut'yc…ni cuy' olar…ni ganar gar cyar'ika...I got you..it’s alright..” He whispers as he holds you close to him. He never wanted to let you go and he wanted to take all your sadness and pain from what you experienced and cast it away. He wanted you and the child to be safe and happy living the rest of your lives in peace.

Din pulls you to your feet holding you to his side as you look at Gideon lying in a crumbling mess of blood on the floor. The group had entered the room ready to take on Moff Gideon but hadn’t expected to see you above him about to give the killing blow. Din had to grasp onto the wall his whole body felt weak just hearing seeing her he felt thrown in two different directions one removing all the air in his lungs and the other filling him back with life. Cara checks Gideon’s pulse as he sputters awake but weak, “He’s alive.” Though it’s not in relief but for other reasons. Your body felt on fire the blood coating your hands and face as you hold your hand out calling the weapon back to your hand. It was heavy a weight to your grasp whispers coming off it but your gaze was drilled to Moff Gideon as he is shackled.

The group was surprised to see Gideon and yourself but one is surprised for another reason looking at the weapon in your possession, “What did you do?” Bo-Katan asks looking at you.

“She left him alive, that’s what happened. And now the New Republic’s gonna have to double the payment.” Cara says looking at the New Republic prize but Gideon has a weak smirk on his face, “That’s not what she’s talking about. Why don’t you kill her now and take it but you wouldn’t do that to dear family? It’s yours now.” He coughs some blood out then looks over at Bo-Katan

“What is?” Din asks confused about what’s going on, “The Darksaber. It belongs to you.” Gideon comments looking at you with a bloodstained grin as you look at the weapon in your grasp. You look at the hilt before moving towards Bo-Katan holding out to her.

“Now…it belongs to her,” You say. A pained look on her face as she doesn’t accept the blade, “She can’t take it. It must be won in battle. In order for her to wield the Darksaber again, she would need to defeat you in combat.” Gideon explains the joy on his face watching the frustration and pain on the female Mandalorian’s face.

“I yield,” You say pushing the blade further out to her, “It’s yours.”

Gideon laughs shaking his head and moving closer from the ground but is pushed back by Cara, “Oh, no. It doesn’t work that way. The Darksaber doesn’t have power. The story does. Without that blade, she’s a pretender to the throne.” Din looks at the expression on Bo-Katan's face as she knows he’s right,

“He’s right,” Bo-Katan says her history of the Darksaber having not rightfully earned the blade a crack at her integrity. “Come on, just take it,” You say, this wasn’t you. You weren’t a ruler, you weren’t meant to lead people, especially ones you didn’t even know you shared blood with. The weapon branded you for the responsibility it carried and the pain it has inflicted on others and yourself. You felt your skin burn just holding it you felt sick just looking at it.

“Well, perhaps she’ll get another crack at it,” Gideon smirks right as an alarm goes off blaring in the bridge as Fennec looks at the schematics on her vambrace, “The ray shields have been breached. We’re being boarded.”

“How many life forms?” Bo-Katan asks as they prepare for the fight and Fennec looks at them with a concerned look on her face, “None.”

“Seal those blast doors!” Cara says as Fennec quickly closes the blast doors and they move further back preparing for the dark troopers to come to their doorstep. “You’re about to face off with the dark troopers. You had your hands full with one. Let’s see how you do against a platoon.” Gideon sneers at Din who holds the child now furthest away from the blast doors prepared for the fight.

A bang on the blast door makes you jump and you see the blast doors slowly dent as the pounding on the door grows louder, “They’re here.” Reeves says. Din pulls you to stand bringing you to stand behind him, you could see Gideon was moved to the side. You look away down to your hands seeing the blood that coats your arms and the weapon held in your hands. Looking forward as the dent in the blast doors grows larger when another alarm sounds and Reeves moves to see what it is, “An X-wing.”

“One X-wing? Great. We’re saved.” Cara says sarcastically preparing her blaster and Bo-Katan speaks into her comms, “Incoming craft, identify yourself.” You look out the window as well as Grogu looking at the starship grow closer, you could sense something great coming from them as they boarded the light cruiser. You’ve never felt this strongness in the force before as it washes over you. At the same time, the droids stop attacking the pounding on the blast doors ceasing,

“Why did they stop?” A woman in black and orange armor says you look through the hologram on one of their vambraces a hooded figure disembarks the X-Wing making their way through the halls before they encounter dark troopers in a storage hall and you see a blade emit as they cut through the droids. You watch this person deflect blaster fire, cutting down dark troopers and even crushing one.

“A Jedi?” Bo-Katan whispers as you hear fighting come from right outside the blast doors with loud blaster fire but it sounded like this jedi on the other side was winning. As they grew closer you see the jedi finish off the last of the dark troopers the presence of this jedi was strong.

“Open the doors,” Din says and the others look at him like he’s crazy, “I said, open the doors.” The other armored woman shakes her head, “Are you crazy?” She disagrees and Din moves to open the doors himself. They open and you see the destruction and the defeated droids as the hooded figure enters the energy is almost overwhelming as the jedi removes his hood and your jaw drops staring at the man.

“Luke Skywalker…” You whisper in awe staring at the jedi from your home planet. Small farmboy from Tatooine to Master Jedi, the one that took down the Death Star and defeated Darth Vader.

Din steps forward looking at Luke, “Are you a Jedi?” He asks and the man nods his hands folded in front of him,

“I am,” He says before holding out his hand, “Come, little ones.” He looks over at the Grogu in the seat and over at you who stands behind Din. You feel frozen being addressed and you look over at the child who doesn’t move as well. Din seems more focused on the child as he looks back at Skywalker,

“He doesn’t want to go with you.”

“He wants your permission,” Luke says, “He is strong with the Force, but talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect the Child and the girl… but they will not be safe until they master their abilities.” He explains and you look at Din seeing him look at the child and you. He moves towards Grogu picking him up and holding him in his arms and you finally move coming to stand by him as he looks down at the both of you,

“Hey, go on. That’s who you belong with. He’s one of your kind…” Din says looking at the two of you, “I’ll see you again. I promise.” He says and your eyes burn with tears watching the sad moment between him and Grogu but also knowing you were losing him as well. The small hand of the child reaches up touching the metal of his helmet before looking up at him with sad eyes. Your chest tightens seeing Din’s hand reach up and he removes the beskar that shields him from the world. The most important part of his creed was broken for you both. You weren’t sure what you expected but he had a strong jaw that was covered in a patchy beard to a rugged face, his eyes were brown, and his short hair brown as well sort of untamed being covered by the helmet. His eyes were filled with sadness and his lack of control over his expressions due to the helmet was apparent. Grogu reaches his hand up touching his skin for the first time as Din closes his eyes trying not to break. You looked away feeling like you were intruding on this moment between the two. Opening his eyes he looks over at you a bit surprised seeing you looking away and then down to the child, “All right, pal. It’s time to go. Don’t be afraid.” Placing the child to the floor he looks up at Skywalker but cooing comes from his leg seeing the child holding on to his pant leg. The sound of the droid appearing as an astromech droid appears in blue and white colors as it beeps almost speaking to Grogu as he moves towards the droid. It beeps shaking with happiness making the small child smile as you watch with a bittersweet smile. Luke looks down at the child as he raises his hands to be picked up and the jedi complies holding him in his arms. He looks down at the child before the Jedi's gaze meets yours, “Come, little one” He says holding his hand out and you feel frozen in carbonite. You felt embarrassed and scared as you stood covered in blood that was not your own like this was proper material of a jedi.

“Y/n...” Din calls out to you and you feel torn between two worlds, one world where you become a jedi learning of the force but meaning you leave Din, and the other you learn more of your past but never get the proper training from a jedi. You shake your head panic flooding your veins, “Kid..” Din’s hands grasp your face making you look at him and you still were not used to seeing his actual face. There was sadness but he was also trying to look strong for you.

“I just got you back..” You whisper as he swipes away a tear that falls down your face and he gives a sad smile, “You won’t be safe with me..you have to go.” He says and you shake your head trying to refuse.

“You’ll be alright cyar'ika.” He says as he helps you turn to face the jedi stepping forward feeling the warmth from the Mandalorian leave you as you stand in front of the Jedi quite intimidated by his presence. You holster the hilt to your belt feeling its presence and your hands nervously swipe at your pants trying to get any excess blood off them as you look at Skywalker and then at Grogu in his arms. Tears burn your eyes as your fingers gently rub his ears a coo coming off him, “I’ll miss you so much.” You whisper to the small child that looks at you with wide eyes before you step back away from the jedi shocking him and Din who watches.

“I can’t…I’m sorry.” Your voice cracks as you reject his offer and the Jedi looks over you sensing something in the force and seeing the weapon resting at your hip, “Without proper training, you will cause harm to those around you and to yourself.” Luke warns you trying to get you to reconsider, he knew what he felt in the force when the two of you were at the seeing stone. He felt the trained guidance that the child in his arms went through as he handled the force, but yours was frantic and unstable with a lack of training you lacked balanced and could be easily swayed to either the light or the darkness that he feared. Your emotions guided you through the force and you tread on a very thin line where one step could quickly pull you to the dark side.

“Your connection to the force is driven by your emotions without proper guidance you walk a thin line that can have you fall down the path of the dark side,” He cautions you trying to get you to understand the decision you were going to make. Even Din was worried that this Jedi knew that your choice of not going could end with you turning evil he didn’t want that for you.

“Kid-” “I’m sorry…I’m not going,” You cut Din off looking at the Jedi, “I’ll take my chances.” Your decision is final as you step beside Din your hand slipping into his. While he felt fearful of your rejection to join the Jedi Din couldn’t ignore the happiness he felt knowing you weren’t leaving. Luke looks over at you one last time before nodding at you and Din.

“May the Force be with you.” He says before turning you watch the child as he looks at you two standing holding hands being each other's pillar. Skywalker, his droid, and Grogu enter the turbolift and you look at the child for once last time giving a weak smile as tears slide down your cheeks and you could feel the sadness coming off Din being forced to say goodbye to one of his children. You both lost a part of your clan but the two of you would support one another until that fateful day the child would return to you and you all would be together again.

A/N: Season 2 of Clan of Three is done! It's been so exciting continuing this story and I'm so thankful for the support! You all are amazing and I can't wait to release the book of boba fett and season three!

[bethanythebogwitch]

@fishyfishyfishtimes, I noticed you like mermaids and enjoyed my fish Digimon post, so you may be interested in mermaid Digimon.

The OG is Mermaimon and I really like that she's (I'm saying she but whether or not Digimon have genders depends on which setting is being used) also a pirate. The lore says she uses her beautiful singing voice to lure people in and rob them. She also carries an anchor as a weapon and is not afraid to give someone a thrashing.

Mermaimon is the OG mermaid in the sense that she debuted first, but in lore the OG is AncientMermaimon. She is one of the Warrior 10, a group of ancient Digimon from the beginning of the Digital World. The Warrior 10 are dead, having long ago died to stop Lucemon (as in Lucifer) from destroying the Digital World. While the Warrior 10 are long dead, their data went onto spawn many species of other Digimon. AncientMermaimon specifically is the ancestor of all aquatic Digimon. She was effectively a goddess of the sea, able to control the weather and with enough power to sink entire islands. While I like the original Mermaimon's design more for its pirate theme, AncientMermaimon also has a great design.

The only merman in Digimon is Neptunemon. As the name suggests, he is based on the Neptune, roman god of the sea. He is also part of a group, the Olympos XII, who are also based on the Olympian gods. They collectively rule a portion of the Digital World that is on a private server called Iliad. He is the absolute ruler of the oceans on the Iliad server. I really like his samurai-inspired armor and the trident made of shark heads.

While that's all the proper mermaids, I have some honorable mentions in that they still fill the aquatic creature/girl archetype. The first is Ranamon, who has a direct connection to AncientMermaimon from above. In the anime Digimon Frontier, which introduced the Warrior 10, it is established that their spirits, each representative of an element, survived their death and can be taken up and used by others. While half the spirits are taken by the heroes, the other half are corrupted into evil. The good spirits are fire, light, ice, wind, and thunder while the corrupted spirits are steel, water, wood, earth, and darkness (later redeemed). Ranamon and her evolution are the corrupted spirit of water. The only spirit that we saw both the pure and corrupted versions of was darkness and I think that's a big missed opportunity. Ranamon is easily my favorite of the spirits, which is largely due to the english dub making her a classic mean girl with a southern accent. Her name comes from the Spanish word for frog.

Ranamon's evolution is Calamaramon, who is deliberately designed to be a darker version of a mermaid. Instead of a fish tail, she has an entire upside-down squid for a lower body. She's also supposed to be a sea witch and has a major temper. Oddly enough, she's one of the only spirt Digimon from Frontier that has shown up in other series. In the Digimon Adventure reboot she shows up as a major threat and in Digimon Ghost Game she's a monster of the week that's only a villain due to a misunderstanding. In approve given her role in Frontier basically boiled down to a joke about her being uglier than Ranamon.

Last of the honorable mentions is the entire Jellymon evolution line: Jellymon to TeslaJellymon to Thetismon, to Amphimon. They're pretty recent recent Digimon, having been designed for the most recent anime, Digimon Ghost Game, where she's one of the main characters. She is also easily the biggest little shit in the franchise. I really like the jellyfish meets human design of the line. I also suspect Amphimon wearing a full-body dive suit is a deliberate subversion of the trend of feminine Digimon having sexy designs.

Jellymon

TeslaJellymon

Testismon

Amphimon

[6ft2lesbian]

Pinned post so you know who we are!

Minors and CENTRISTS dni. Lol.

We are a choir, as Clockwork puts it. Some of us are absent while others sing. Sometimes we sing in unison as well.

[katja] (She/Her) I am the host(?) of this system. You can usually find me laying in the silt, or operating power equipment. I like writing about violence and love. I am a doll and a witch. My friends are my wings.

[clockwork] (She/It) This one is normal. Completely. I like playing armored core 6. I am a Balteus “kinnie”, according to most. I also like writing haikus and eating lime-flavored things.

[molniya] (She/Her) I think I am some sort of protector for this system, but it matters not. I am somewhat soft spoken and I try to be kind. My only hobby at this point is admiring other women, as every one of them is a work of art, but I am also trying to find more things to call a ‘hobby’. I find myself relating to child soldiers more often than not.

[olive] (It/She) Secondary host I think. I like bees and airplanes. Resident space girl.

[rust] (They/Them) Olive but cooler. I’ve been called a theyfab before. The boot fits. Big fan of halo. Some kind of supersoldier charmer.

Our writing account is @cat-eared-dollwitch ! We write mostly empty spaces themed stuff, but sometimes it’s poetry or little narrative bits. Beware the the content warnings though.

[s1r3ns-c4ll]

Hey siren, so just finished your Poppy fic and I loved it so if it's not too much trouble.

Could you do one with Poppy again where her parents order their crew members capture her on sight and deliver her to them.

Summary : she went on a poacher camp alone and ended up.... ya know

And so FEM mc goes and saves her I need some hurt/comfort in my life.

If any of this makes you uncomfortable at any point feel free to delete this req. Although I did read your guidelines for the request I apologize if you said something about this topic and it slipped my mind

Anyway thank you and have a nice day :)

Find Her (Poppy Sweeting x F!Reader)

Hi! Thank you so much for being my first request! And sorry it took a while! I had a bit of writer's block, but I think this turned out pretty good! Hope you like it! Paring: Poppy x F!Reader Warnings: Implied kidnapping, canon-typical violence. Reader went off in this one. Summary: Poppy had been gone for hours at this point, and you were worried. Natty came with news on the topic, and you were going to find her, no matter what. Word count: 1725 words

This was not how this adventure was supposed to go.

I mean, this wasn’t the first time she’s gone out and saved a few beasts from poachers. Poppy was small, yes, but she could handle her own perfectly fine. 

And she was! She unlocked the cages, setting free a group of mooncalves and a young hippogriff. The Hufflepuff watched as the beasts made their escape and watched as they passed the trees into the forest. 

Poppy began to step backwards, getting ready to head back to Hogwarts, but was interrupted by the swirling of colors that surrounded her, revealing a number of poachers. Very dangerous, very powerful poachers.

Oh no..

“Aye, mate… Ain’t it our lucky day?” She could hear the grin on the poacher’s face, hell, she could see the smile behind their masks. Poppy readied her wand and shoved down any anxiety she felt. She could unpack all of that later.

“It really is! An’ here we thought it couldn’t get any better. The bosses are gonna love this..”

“Time to bring their daughter home.”

Poppy faltered.

Oh.. Oh no.

~~~

You were worried.

And angry, and anxious, and so much more. 

It made you feel bad for the possible worry you’ve put your girlfriend through. Because here you are now, playing the role of ‘worried girlfriend’ and you’re about a half a second away from getting on to Highwing and soaring through the skies to find her (and you still might do that either way.)

You found yourself pacing through the Transfiguration courtyard. Imelda and Sebastian stood across from you while Ominis sat by the fountain. Each of them attempted.. In their own ways, to console you.

“I’m sure she’s alright.”

“Imelda, it’s been hours!” You threw your hands up before you ran them through your hair, mussing

“Sweeting’s capable. Even if she’s got herself into a poor situation, she'll be strong enough to survive until we get there, and you save her like her knight in shining armor.” She shrugged. Imelda’s nonchalance both calmed you, but also exasperated you to no end.

Sebastian raised a brow at Imelda. “You sing fairly high praises there, Melly, I thought you didn’t like her.”

“I don’t. I just know when people are impressive. And don’t call me Melly, you oaf!”

“Right..” You managed a chuckle hearing the banter, and the two slytherin smirked triumphantly. The moment didn’t last, though. The relief left just as soon as it came as you watched Natty run over to you and the others, a look of concern on her face.

“My friends! I have news!” The Ugandan looked to you, and that anxiety you had felt before rose considerably

“I hid behind the cover of the trees, and heard a group of poachers talking about a girl they had taken to their base, east of Hogwarts.. They mentioned their leaders being happy with the- Wait-!”

You didn’t need to hear the rest of her sentence, not wanting to waste time that could be used to get to Poppy. Wordlessly, You pulled out the Nab-sack Deek gave you and released Highwing in the middle of the courtyard. You got on her back with practised ease, and she flew up into the skies under your command, guiding her east to where Natty mentioned, ignoring the protests of your companions. You needed to save your girlfriend, after all.

~~~

“That idiot! She left us in the dust!”

“I’m as annoyed as you are, Imelda, but you best follow her while she’s still within sight.” Ominis stood up and turned his head to where he assumed the other three were, who were still slightly shocked at the speed you had taken off.

“Did you three not hear me? Get your brooms and go!”

Natty was the first to shake out of their surprise, and ran to follow Ominis’ words. Imelda followed closely, but not without having to run back and grab Sebastian by the cloak as well.

“I’m surrounded by idiots, I swear..”

~~~

Poppy was scared.

She hated to admit it, but she was. Her parents stood a few feet away from her. They bickered quietly. About what, she wasn’t sure. Her main focus at that moment was to keep her panic down. You were coming to get her. She knew you were. You were her strong, brave, and immensely wonderful girlfriend. You’ll find her.

Her nerves calmed at the thought of you. That’s right. It’s you. You saved hogsmeade from a troll. You saved Highwing along with Natty from Falbarton Castle.

It’ll be okay..

Crashes and hurried screams made her jump from her thoughts. Yells of protest, magic flying through the air filled the background noise. Her parents started grabbing multiple things and stuffed them into bags as she looked around hastily- until she could faintly make out a voice.

“Where is she!?”

Poppy smiled. 

You found her.

~~~

Explosions, crashing, screaming.. Chaos filled your ears as you and your friends burst into the base, caution thrown into the wind in lieu of your rage. You casted confringo on an unsuspecting poacher, and magically threw an explosive barrel at two others. They were going to pay for taking your girlfriend, and you could care less about the carnage you were going to cause. 

Or at least- the carnage you wanted to cause. Sebastian pulled you back by the shoulder, and you looked at him with a scowl.

“What the hell, Sallow-”

“Let us take care of these poachers, you go find Poppy!”

“But-”

“Go!” Imelda shoved you to the side, and shot a magical blast at an animagus that was aiming at you.

You stumbled, looking at the other three before nodding to them and running off.

You had to find her.

~~~

“Poppy-!? Poppy!!” You ran frantically through the poacher base, the distant sounds of fighting between your friends and the poachers long forgotten in preference of searching for your girlfriend. 

Where is she..? Come on.. Have to find her, have to find her have to-

“Let me go!” There we go.

You ran, practically launching yourself in the direction of the familiar voice. You slammed the door open and the sight left you seething. Your girlfriend, your Poppy was bound by the wrists, trying to pull away from two poachers attempting to pull her through a back exit. One tall in stature, and just a few inches taller than Poppy herself.

Oh hell no.

The poachers didn’t quite register that you were there, by the doorway, and you took your chance. Completely foregoing magic use, you strode right up to them and swung. Your fist collided with the mask of the taller one, knocking it off his face and sending his head back. You didn’t spare a second to take a look at his face, and brought your hands together to slam them down, taking the poacher to the ground. He laid on the floor, and not wanting to take the chance (and also wanting to take out your frustrations) you kicked him, sending him into dreamland. 

With your focus on the man, the shorter one cast depulso on you, and your shoulder crashed into the wall. You inhaled through your teeth, pain shot through your shoulder for a second, and you could faintly hear the worried cry of your name from Poppy. You recovered quickly, though, looking more pissed than hurt. You took out your wand and used your ancient magic, slamming the other poacher into the ground multiple times. Overkill? Maybe, but you were mad and you could worry about it later.

Now that you had the chance to look at the poachers you took down, you began to notice little details.. The same shade of brown hair, the softer face shapes..

So they were the parents she talked about.

You take a moment to calm your breath, shaking the thoughts from your mind, chest heaving from how much force you put into those hits and the anger that was bubbling inside of you. Once your breath steadied, you immediately turned your attention to Poppy, and hurried to untie her bindings.

Maybe it was the relief of you finally being there in front of you, or the fear that she had been pushing down, or maybe a bit of both and more, but words just started falling from her lips, frantic apologies and explanations.

“I’m so sorry, everything was going fine- I- I just- released a few beasts from a small camp. That was all it was supposed to be- I never thought they’d- Never thought I’d see them again- that they’d try to do something like this-” Her vision started getting slightly blurry, and you tossed her bindings to the side.

“Shh.. Shh, it’s alright love, don’t apologise.. You have no reason to be sorry.. I’m just glad you’re alright and that I’m here with you now.” You pull the shorter girl closer, letting her fall into you. You cradled the back of her head with one hand, the other rubbing circles on her back as tears began to stain your uniform. You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and continued to whisper quiet reassurances into her hair.

You both stay like that for a while, long enough for the battling happening outside of the room to quiet down, until the fight your companions were having had finished.

“Let me carry you. It sounds like the others finished the last of the poachers at this base, and Highwing is worried about you.” You adjusted, moving your arm behind Poppy’s knees and lifted her up. Usually, she’d protest, embarrassed at the attention, but she only curled into you more. You felt he arms tighten slightly around your shoulders

“Thank you…”

“Why are you thanking me? I’d come for you no matter the distance, you know that..”

“And before meeting you, the only one who’d go to those lengths was Highwing herself. But now? Now there’s you.. Your friends-”

“Our friends.”

You heard a small chuckle. There she is.

“Our friends. Either way.. I have more people in my corner, and in no small thanks to you.”

“Then you’re welcome, love..” You pressed one last kiss into her head and began walking out of the room and down into the main area of the base, where Highwing and the other three stood, waiting for you.

[bittenbyyou]

Inferior Flames (3)

MCU!AU | MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader | MCU!Spider-Man x Stark!Reader

genre: enemies to lovers, angst, slow burn, some comedy

description: Now it was Peter’s turn to keep an eye on you, much to your dismay. 

word count: 6.8k

warnings: betrayal, cussing, arguing, lil bit of fake dating, OC’s background story, spying, fight scene

a/n: Yes, there will be a part 4, darlings! Please reblog and lemme know what you think. It’s highly motivating to all writers and I do read every comment. :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Hey kiddo, F.R.I.D.A.Y tells me you missed school. Are you okay?”

“Dad, are you in the middle of a battle?”

The hologram projection glitched when sounds of explosions and distant chaos filled the air. Your father’s face remained focused on you rather than whatever was going on, his armor glinting in the background. 

“It’s fine, I called a timeout,” he said, looking around and assessing the situation. “Why aren’t you at school, Firefly?”

I don’t want to see Peter and a three-headed dragon wants to eat me. 

“I’m overwhelmed with this test coming up. Wanted extra time to study.”

“You sure? You sound a bit off.”

You smiled weakly. “I’m sure, Dad. Focus on the battle.” 

He blasted an enemy beyond the confines of the screen, and the screech sound it let out was dreadful. 

“Alright, kiddo. If you need anything, Happy is around if I'm not available. Don't hesitate to reach out."

“I know, I know. Love you.”

“Love you too. Oh! Has the Spider-ling done anything I should know about?”

“Nope, not at all. I got to study. Bye!”

You ended the call on the control panel, blowing a raspberry to release some tension. Keeping secrets from your father was not on your to-do list, but divulging the truth would unleash a Pandora's box of complications you weren’t quite prepared to face. If Tony Stark couldn’t know, then it was a definite no-go for your mother and Happy.

This was a task that weighed solely on your shoulders, one you couldn’t rely on anyone else to complete. Deep down, you recognized the cliche and absurdity of the situation, the immense pressure you were putting on yourself. But this villain was anything but ordinary. Only you could vanquish it, but that meant risking the only tangible connection to your birth mother—the pearl. 

Rather than studying, you used today to research leads on the three-headed dragon man known as Triroth. This power-hungry demon hailed from your village and had an insatiable appetite for devouring others. The enhancers were nothing more than a cunning ploy to attract formidable challengers, a way to entertain and satiate himself, absorbing their strength and amplifying his own power. 

You were almost certain he had died. But here he was, back from the abyss in some inexplicable fashion. Determination fueled your every step as you mapped out a plan to shake up an old contact who might just hold the key to uncovering the truth.

Meanwhile, Peter’s mind was in a frenzy, unable to focus on anything at school. His gaze was fixated on your empty chair every class, his mind racing a mile a minute at the possibilities. What if you decided to take on the dragon by yourself? What if he captured you? What if, heaven forbid, he already ate you? It was driving him nuts. 

“Peter? Peter. Peter!”

The boy looked up from his lunch tray to see a concerned Ned and MJ. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Are you good?” Ned asked. 

“Yeah, you’ve been a little off,” MJ pointed out. 

“Sorry, I was wondering where [Y/N] was.”

“Ah yeah… choir was a disaster without her.” She looked around the cafeteria as if someone could potentially be eavesdropping before adding on, “The girls can’t sing.”

“I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she’s sick?” Ned said. 

“I hope so. Maybe I’ll swing by and see how she’s doing.”

MJ had an amused expression on her face. “You know where she lives?”

“Ooh, we should all go together!” Ned suggested. Peter’s eyes widened as he shook his hands in refusal. It’s not like he could take them to the Avengers Compound and reveal that you’re one (or not one). 

“No! Th-That’s not a good idea.”

“Why not? Since when have you and her gotten that close? I don’t even know where she lives,” MJ said, narrowing her eyes in suspicion at Peter. 

“I meant I’ll swing by the internship and see if she’s there.”

“Ah, their little Stark ‘internship~’,” MJ said in a sing-songy voice, air quoting the word “internship” with her fingers. Ned did the same voice and copied her fingers, the two of them laughing at themselves.

“Guys, come on,” Peter said, chuckling at their silly behavior. “It’s a serious internship. Hopefully it’ll soon lead to a real job with them.”

“Oh yeah. Sure,” MJ suddenly drops her smile, staring at him, eyes filled with suspicion. “What are you hiding, Peter?”

He forced a nervous laugh, attempting to mask his anxiety, but it came out slightly strained. “What are you—what are you talking about?”

“She’s been absent for one day,” Ned lifted up 1 finger like he was her partner for a class presentation. “And you’re worried about her. If I didn’t know any better… I’d say you care about her.”

Peter was speechless until Ned interjected with, “No. They’re rivals. Peter just wants to keep tabs on her.”

“Yeah, she told me about that. What, you can’t stand that a girl has a higher position than you in the internship?”

Again, Peter’s lips opened but no sound came out. Suddenly, MJ’s face broke out into a grin. 

“I’m just kidding, I don’t care. I just like seeing you sit there like a gaping fish. Later losers, I gotta go to the restroom.”

As soon as MJ was gone, Ned immediately started rapid-firing questions at Peter. “Dude, did something happen? Did [Y/N] get hurt? Is she captured? She’s captured, isn’t she? I thought you said the mission went well!”

“Stop, stop, she’s fine. But… I upsetted her and I need to apologize for it.”

“What did you do?”

“I’ll tell you later. Lunch is over.”

Once Peter got home, he nonchalantly hung his backpack over the back of a chair. A cloud of smoke greeted him, launching a surprise attack on both his lungs and Aunt May’s, whose culinary experiment failed yet again.

“Hey Peter,” she said from the kitchen. He went over to her to ensure he didn’t need to grab a fire extinguisher. “Meatloaf’s a little…”—she coughed—“burnt. Do you want Thai again?”

Peter chuckled through his cough and nodded. “Yeah, May. Sounds great.”

Aunt May knew her nephew was Spider-Man, their special bond based on a foundation of trust and openness. Peter had confided in her about many aspects of his life as the friendly neighborhood hero—which recently involved you. However, he had kept his most recent mission under wraps, for obvious reasons. 

As soon as she returned with the take-out, her keen intuition immediately picked up that something was wrong.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Aunt May said, setting her chopsticks down. “What’s going on?”

Peter poked at his food mindlessly, racking his brain on the best way to communicate his feelings without giving too much away. “Um… do you remember me telling you about [Y/N]?”

Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh yeah. The girl who can breathe fire and took your spot on the Avengers team!” Peter gave her a look. “Sorry. Sore spot, huh? You know, I haven’t met her yet.”

“Well yeah, she’s upset at me right now.”

She leaned back in her dining chair, crossing her arms over another. “Uh huh. Why?”

He set down his chopsticks. “I… made an assumption about her and I was wrong. Completely wrong. And it upset her and I wanted to apologize, but she told me to leave her alone.”

“Was it your jealousy? Did you say something petty? Because I know I taught you better than th—”

“No, May. It was something else. I’m worried about her. I think she’s going to do something dangerous by herself.”

She leaned forward, her elbows finding a cozy spot on the table. “You know, when you became Spider-Man, I worried about you facing danger everyday. But it made me feel better knowing that Mr. Stark was looking out for you. He’s out of town, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then maybe you can be her person. The one that looks out for her. If it’s as dangerous as you say, then she needs help. And who knows? She might forgive you.”

“Thanks May.” He quickly slurped his food, causing him to momentarily choke. May rushed over and started patting his back, trying to dislodge the stubborn bite. He thanked her between coughs, then planted a swift peck on her cheek. With a playful grin, he darted off towards his room where his suit and mask awaited him. 

“Hey Karen.”

“Hi Peter,” the AI replied.

“I need you to track someone. Her name is [Y/N].”

“I’m sorry, Peter. I am unable to process that request.”

“What, why?”

“It is against my protocol.”

Peter’s hands flew to his head, alarmed and bewildered. “Can you give me any information about her?”

“It depends. You do not have authorization for certain information.”

His hands dropped back down to his sides. “Don’t have authorization? Why can’t you… wait a second. Whose authorization do I need?”

“You would need Tony Stark’s authorization.”

“Karen please, I need to find her. She could be in danger. Can you give me her phone number at least?”

“That is one thing I can do. Shall I call her for you?”

“Yes, please!”

He waited patiently for you to pick up but after the second ring, it went straight to voicemail. “It appears she is unable to take your call. Would you like to leave her a message?”

“Yes!” He heard a beep. “Hey, Ember, it’s your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man here. So, uh, listen, if you’re going after dragon man, you gotta let me help you. Please.” There was a moment of silence before he continued, a touch of vulnerability creeping in his voice. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Stay safe.”

“That was very sweet, Peter.”

“Thanks Karen.”

“Is there anything else I can assist you with?”

“Yes. Call Ned.”

“Peter Parker is calling you.”

“Thanks D.A.W.N. Ignore it.”

“Got it.”

“Is there a chance he can locate me?”

“The chances are low. Your father put strict protocols on anything that would invade your privacy. However, having your phone on means he could potentially track it.”

“Turn it off for now.”

“Got it.”

You had tracked down an old contact at an enormous animal shelter on the east side of town, determined to find some answers. As you approached the facility, the darkened surroundings and the faint glow of the moon added an air of mystery to the scene. Searching for a way in, you scoured the perimeter of the building, checking doors and windows. Eventually, you discovered a slightly ajar maintenance entrance, providing an opportunity to slip inside unnoticed. Carefully, you crept through the narrow opening, ensuring not to disturb anything or set off any alarms.

Once inside, the shelter appeared deserted, its corridors dimly lit by sporadic emergency lights. The smell of animals lingered in the air, making your nose scrunch at the unfamiliarity. As you navigated the hallways, the soft sounds of animals rustling in their enclosures reached your ears. The glow of the overhead lights illuminated the rows of cages that lined the walls. Dogs barked softly, and cats meowed curiously, their presence creating an atmosphere of both serenity and longing.

Continuing your search, you followed the distant sound of feline purring and came upon a room filled with cats of various breeds and sizes. The woman you were seeking was standing before one of the cages, affectionately talking to a small tabby cat and stroking its fur.

“I need information on Triroth,” you said, pointing your spear at the back of her head. The woman’s lips curled into a subtle smile, having not heard her native language in years. 

“Please. Not in front of my kittens. They’re innocent.” 

Only after you lowered your spear and secured it on your back did she bother to turn around. 

“Very well.”

You trailed behind her, weaving through the winding corridors of the building. The array of cats and playful puppies greeted you with excitement as you passed, their wagging tails and joyful barks exuding an air of anticipation. 

Yet, as you left the company of the animals, there was a subtle shift in their behavior. The once-friendly chorus of barks and meows gradually morphed into an unsettling cacophony of growls and hisses. As if they sensed something unbeknownst to you—an unseen presence. 

Your guide was unfazed by the animals’ hostile display, guiding you forward with an unwavering calmness. Finally, you arrived at the grand entrance of the main lobby.

“It’s been years, Ember. You certainly have grown up,” she said, her voice carrying a slight accent. With a dramatic turn, she faced you, a forced smile gracing her lips. “Are you here to kill me?”

“No, Kura. I need to know what Triroth is doing here and where to find him.”

“And if I don’t tell you?”

“I have ways of persuading you,” you said, getting into a fighting stance.

“Tsk. You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Just taking extra precautions. Tell me where he is.”

She scoffed, her lips curling with a mix of disbelief and amusement, yet her eyes portrayed sadness. “That maniac killed my sister. I have no interest in suffering the same fate.”

You snapped your fingers, your helmet vanishing on command to reveal your shocked expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t. After he tossed me aside, he went after my sister who foolishly fell in love with him. The bastard then sacrificed her life to regain his powers.”

“What the fuck…”

“Believe me when I say I want nothing to do with him. Now please leave.” With those words, she averted her gaze, indicating her desire for you to depart.

“No please,” you begged, rushing over and placing a hand on her shoulder. She went on the defensive, the air crackling with tension as your actions triggered a fierce hand-to-hand combat. With a blend of grace and determination, you dodged her attacks and striked back with precision and agility. 

Yet Kura’s eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, relishing the challenge that was you, her thirst for battle having not been satiated for a long time. Her every movement exuded a dark elegance, as if she danced with the shadows themselves. Her strikes were ruthless, each blow infused with a raw power that threatened to overwhelm your defenses. 

The clash intensified, the echoes of grunts and exertion reverberating through the room. Kura wasn’t backing down, seeming invigorated by the fierce resistance. As the battle reached its climax, you seized an opportunity and skillfully maneuvered her, pinning Kura against the wall. 

You pressed your spear against her throat, the cold metal creating a stark contrast against the skin. 

“Please,” you whispered, a flicker of sorrow in your voice. “All I want is to stop Triroth and I know you were close to him once before. Anything would help.”

She hesitated as you pressed the tip of the spear closer, grazing the delicate skin of her throat. 

“I spared your life once. You owe me,” you reminded her.

“Fine. But you already know what he wants.”

“The pearl.”

“Precisely. All he’s ever wanted is power and who better to drain the life force of than humans? They’re stupid and in abundance. He won’t stop until you hand the pearl over.”

“Where is he staying?”

“I already said I don’t know!” She mustered all her remaining power and unleashed a desperate counterattack, launching a powerful energy blast that sent you flying backwards. You lifted your body off the ground, letting out a faint “ow” before chasing after Kura, who was trying to escape. It was then you saw a web had been casted around her body, immobilizing her in an intricate pattern of sticky strands. She fell down like a log, wiggling around like a fish out of water. “Get me out of this!”

“Hey Ember.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you whipped around quickly, spear ready for battle only to see the sight of the iconic red and blue hero, gracefully suspended upside down.

“What the heck, don’t do that!” you yelled, lowering your weapon. 

Peter detached himself from his web and landed on his feet. “Sorry, but I—”

“You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“Well I was in the neighborhood—”

“I don’t want to hear it. “

“And you weren’t at school so—”

“And now I gotta hear it.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Peering over your shoulder, he caught a glimpse of Kura, seeing the fear in her eyes. “And you’re kinda scaring her…”

With a mischievous grin, you confidently brandished your weapon, savoring the momentary flicker of fear that danced across the arachnid superhero's eyes. However, you decided to lower the spear, loving how easy it was to tease him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were so great at interrogation. Please, by all means. Go ahead.” You gestured your arms over to Kura, challenging the hero.

“Okay. Should be easy.” He jogged right over and crouched down to her eye level. “Hi, I’m Spider-Man,” he held his hand out for her to shake, only for her to look up at him with a judgemental gaze. “Oh, my bad. You’re webbed up. Sorry about that, but my friend needs information.” 

“We’re not friends,” you corrected. 

Peter pressed a hand against his mouth, mimicking a makeshift wall to shield his voice from you. 

“I guess I’ll have to return the matching best friend bracelets,” he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Kura let out a chuckle in response before saying something in her native language, smiling brightly at Peter. 

“Hey, I think I’m getting somewhere!” Peter exclaimed. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, placing one hand on your hip.

“She says she’s curious to see how delicious spider flesh is,” you translated. 

The white of Peter’s mask where the eyes were widened significantly as he backed away nervously. You laughed, bending down to Kura’s level. Peter watched as you said some things to her in a foreign language, unable to decipher any part of the conversation. Kura seemed unsure at first, but eventually, she uttered something that brought a grin to your face. In that moment, you and her wore matching smirks and glanced at Spider-Man.

“Ember…?” he stammered, taking cautious steps backward with his hands raised in surrender. You swiftly rose to your feet, wielding your spear with determination. In a swift, controlled motion, you tore through the intricate webs that bound Kura, setting her free. 

“Thanks for the intel, Kura. Have fun.”

With another snap of your fingers, your helmet appeared on your head and you flew out of the shelter at the speed of light. Peter stared at Kura, letting out a nervous laugh to quell the tension he sensed in the air. 

“Hate to leave a lady hanging, it was nice to meet you!” Peter shot a web and attempted to swing his way out when a long, bushy fox tail snaked around his foot. “What the…?!”

Another tail wrapped around Peter’s torso, yanking him to the ground with an earth-shaking crash. Struggling to free himself, he glanced back in astonishment, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Kura had not one, not two, but nine tails fanned around her like a peacock spreading its feathers. 

“Well, well, looks like we've got a real 'fox'-y situation here,” Peter quipped. Kura smirked, clearly enjoying her little game. She launched another tail at his free leg, deftly pulling him closer with a sly grin. “Oh my god! Ember! EMBER YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME, SHE HAS SO MANY TAILS, WHAT THE FUCK, AHHH!”

You were outside the shelter on the rooftop, peering in through the glass ceiling. 

“He’ll be fine,” you told yourself, chuckling afterwards before heading home.

The next morning at school…

“Can we talk?”

“I would rather do literally anything else,” you said, closing your locker shut after pulling out the textbooks you needed for class. You began striding down the bustling hallway at a brisk pace with Peter trailing close by your side.

“You left me with a nine-tailed fox demon!” he hissed, the sound of students chattering providing a convenient cover for your conversation.

“You survived. Kura isn’t a threat. She just likes to play with her food,” you taunted.

“She had nine tails. Nine. All on me. I’m pretty sure I still have fur on my…” He shuddered at the memory. 

“Ew, ew, ew, shut up.”

“I ran out of webs just to tie her up! How could you leave me?”

“Well, she thought you were cute.”

“She did?” A faint blush crept onto his cheeks, and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, giving him a knowing look. 

“Stop following me.”

“I was worried about you.”

“Yeah, no. That needs to stop. Go back to hating me.” Peter stole your textbooks from you, effectively stopping you from going further. “Hey!”

He slyly concealed the books behind his back, leaning against a locker to sandwich them and making it even more challenging to reclaim your possessions. When one of your hands got too close, he snatched your wrist with his free hand and pulled you close. Your eyes locked in an intense gaze as you found yourself face to face with him.

"I don't hate you," he whispered gently, his words hanging in the air. You stood there, frozen in place, caught off guard by the unexpected sincerity that resonated in his voice.

“... Maybe you should start.”

“Is there a problem here?” As your gazes shifted, you caught sight of Flash glaring at Peter. “Is Parker bothering you? Dude, let go of her hand.”

With his quick thinking, Peter blurted out, “Why should I? She’s my girlfriend.”

“I’m your what now?”

He went from holding your wrist to enveloping your hand with his own. “Girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend. You got a problem with that?”

Flash responded with a dismissive 'pshhhh' sound, clearly not convinced by Peter's bluff. In that moment, you were left speechless, unable to find the right words to respond. Sensing the tension, Peter quickly sprang into action, guiding you away from Flash with a victorious grin stretching across his face.

“With us dating, it won’t be weird if I’m always around you,” Peter said with a certain gleam in his eyes.

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s not creepy. I swear I’m going to kill you,” you muttered, trying to shake off his grip, but he wouldn’t let up.

“Not before we hunt down that dragon, babe.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, sending a wave of butterflies through you. Against all reason, you found yourself allowing him to keep hold of your hand as you walked together, all the way until you reached your classroom. 

“Man, I knew you were hiding something from me. I was going to ask you to be my wingman and it turns out you were your own wingman and now I’m wingless!”

“What?” Peter asked, laughing at his friend’s rambling. Ned slammed his lunch tray down, the milk carton almost toppling over, and took a seat.

“You’re dating [Y/N]!”

“Oh… Oh! Oh, that. Come closer,” Ned leaned in from across the table. “There’s a mission that she’s keeping from me and I need an excuse to be close to her so she’ll let me come,” Peter whispered. 

“Oh~!” Ned said, relieved as he sat back down in his own seat. “I see you, Peter. Nice.”

“I knew you had a thing for him,” a female voice said in the distance. Ned and Peter followed the sound to see you and MJ heading their way. 

“MJ, we’re not dating.”

“That’s not what it looked like. He held your hand to every class, I think that counts as dating~.”

“The boy is obsessed with me, I don’t have the heart to reject him.”

“Oh honey, don’t go down that path. I’ll reject him for you.”

MJ and you sat down, but once she saw you were sitting next to Peter, she raised an eyebrow. “Peter…”

“Yeah?” he said, sipping his chocolate milk. 

“[Y/N]’s not interested in dating you. She’s too nice to say no, so I’m doing it for her.”

“God, MJ,” you covered your face, mortified at her brutally honest nature. Peter draped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close. He smelled pleasant, like a mixture of calming eucalyptus and gentle florals. 

“Did she tell you that? The truth is she’s too shy to admit she has feelings for me. She was following me at one point.”

“Peter!” you exclaimed, pushing him off you. “Will you shut up?”

He pointed his thumb at you like he was doing the “get a load of this guy” meme.

“Yeah and why wouldn’t she like Peter? He can recite the entire periodic table backwards. What a guy.”

All three of you took a look at Ned, confused as hell. “Thanks Ned.”

He gave him a thumbs up, oblivious to the weird dynamic he created. 

“Okay, you two aren’t telling us something,” MJ deduced. “Come on, Ned. Let’s let the two love birds figure their stuff out.”

The look you gave MJ screamed for her not to leave, but she only smirked in response as Ned got up and followed her, making sure to give Peter another thumbs up. As soon as they were out of earshot, Peter slid his lunch tray out of the way and faced you. 

“What did Kura tell you?” 

“Like I’d tell you,” you said, stabbing your food with your fork aggressively. “I’m imagining this as your face by the way.”

“Yikes. I’m the first victim of the Fork Assassin.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Tell me.”

You set your utensils down and faced him, wearing an expression of exasperation. “You’re really not going to stop, are you?”

“I want to help you.”

“I don’t want your help.”

“Fine. I’ll just call Mr. Stark and tell him what you’ve been up to.” Your instincts betrayed you, your eyes widening more than you wanted him to see. You tried your best to keep your composure, but he saw right through you. 

“Don’t. He can’t know.”

“Then are you going to tell me?”

You reluctantly nodded. “Fine. But not here. Meet me at the school’s rooftop around midnight. Now, will you stop with the whole fake boyfriend thing and tell MJ and Ned to come back?”

“Sure thing, darling.”

“That’s it!”

You grabbed your fork and Peter shielded his body with hands. “Not the face, not the face!”

You arrived at Midtown High earlier than midnight, wondering if this was a good idea. 

“Hey Early Bird. Or should I say Ember Bird?” a friendly voice said from above. You noticed Spider-Man at the top of the school’s tower, jumping down to get to your level. You got comfortable and sat criss-cross, patting the spot next to you.

“Hi Spidey Bird,” you said, mirroring his lame joke. “Join me.”

Spider-Man took the seat beside you before taking off his mask and revealing his warm smile. He noticed the package of colorful treats in your lap, pointing to them. 

“Are those gummy worms?”

“Yeah. Want some?” you asked, offering him the bag after tearing it open. 

“Sure, thanks,” He popped one in his mouth, chewing with a giddy smile. You threw one up in the air and caught it in your mouth, earning an eye roll from him. “Showoff.”

Once he finished swallowing the sweet gummy, he blew a small raspberry with his lips. “So… are you going to tell me what you know?”

“Yeah, I suppose I have to. Kura told me my pearl can track Triroth’s mystical energy.”

“That’s great! Let’s come up with a plan and take him down.”

“It’s not that simple, Peter. If the pearl ends up in his hands, the consequences could be catastrophic. And… it’s the only memory I have left of my birth mother.”

You hugged your knees tightly, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. Peter noticed your distress, shifting out of his criss-cross position. With one knee bent, he leaned back and used his hands to support his body, creating a relaxed yet attentive posture. 

“Do you want to tell me about her and your family?”

“Well, my background is… complicated.”

“I’m willing to listen.” You gave him a grateful smile. “For the whole package of gummy worms.” 

“Ugh.” You threw it at his face and, to your surprise, it actually hit him. 

“Hey!”

“Sorry!” you said, unable to contain your laughter. “I thought your Spidey Sense worked.”

“It does. But not for gummy worms!” He held the treats hostage. “They’re definitely mine now. Now talk.”

You delved into the story of your origins, telling him about how you had come from a tiny village a long ways away from New York. Your parents were remarkable beings bestowed with extraordinary powers. They spoiled you rotten, believing you could do no wrong and letting you get away with just about anything.

However, your mischievous tendencies took a wild turn once you reached ten years old. You couldn’t resist using your powers to play pranks and torment others for your own amusement. Little did you know, your misbehavior caught the attention of the Goddess of Mercy herself. She revoked your powers until you learned how to behave. 

That’s when you learned the hard way about how actions had consequences. With the tables turned, you found yourself defenseless, becoming the target of others teasing and bullying. You suffered a great deal, learning about doing what was right and how to treat others kindly. 

It was during this difficult time in your life that you first encountered Triroth. He stormed into your village, seizing control with an iron grip. Your righteous nature couldn’t stand idly as innocent townsfolk faced his wrath. In a valiant attempt to protect them, you found yourself kidnapped by the wicked demon. He held you hostage, demanding that your mother surrender her precious pearl—a source of great power that fueled her formidable weapon. 

The Goddess of Mercy, ever watchful, returned your powers when least expected, but it was too late. When your parents came to your rescue, they instructed you to save yourself, but you ignored them. If only you had listened to their words and escaped, perhaps they could have emerged victorious instead of worrying about your safety.

Triroth killed your mother, who shielded your body when you decided to fight back. Your father, filled with unwavering bravery, confronted the demon and dragged him to an endless abyss. Yet, in a cruel twist of fate, Triroth pulled your father down along with him, their fates seemingly sealed. 

Both of them died, or so you thought, until now. Triroth had returned and was still fixated on obtaining your mother’s pearl—a relic that could be catastrophic in the wrong hands.

“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have assumed you two were related.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”

“No, it’s not okay. He’s a monster, he took away your parents and killed innocent people. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through.”

“I’ll be okay once he’s been defeated.”

“I agree. And we can do it together.”

“No, Peter. I have to do this myself.”

“What? That’s stupid.”

“So… I’m stupid?”

“What?” You swore you could actually see the gears in his head turning. “No, not you, um. You’re not stupid, fighting alone is stupid because… it’s not smart…”

“Nice save.”

“It sounded better in my head.” You bumped your shoulder into his in a playful manner, letting him know you weren’t upset.

“Peter, do you know why I’m not an Avenger?” He didn’t say anything and waited for you to continue. “Because I’m scared.”

“What? What do you have to be scared of? You’re powerful. You can defeat him, I know it.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. I’m scared… of dying.”

“Well, that’s normal.”

“No. I’m so terrified of dying that I will choose to save myself over anyone else.”

“What? That’s not true.”

“It is. Why do you think I was so upset that night at the club?”

“Because you didn’t want me to get hurt?”

You shook your head. “Because if it comes down to saving either you or me, I will choose me.”

Peter was rendered speechless at your blunt words. “Whoa, hold on. It doesn’t have to come down to that. We’re in this together.”

His insistent need to do this with you was tiresome, so you got up and walked over to the ledge of the rooftop overlooking the city.

“You don’t get it. I’m not the self-sacrificing type, Peter. I fight for myself. Not for you. Not for the people in this city. I don’t care for anyone but myself.”

Peter rose to his feet and stood near you, casually resting his forearms on the ledge as he stared at your side profile. “You say that, but who would risk their own life to battle a demon?”

“I’m avenging my parents.”

“But if you were scared of dying, you wouldn’t battle Triroth in the first place.”

“I can if I knew I was alone. My parents died because I didn’t save myself, so from now on, that’s what I’m going to do.” You slowly turned to face him, a fierce intensity burning in your gaze. “So don’t get in my way. You’ll just be a burden.”

Despite Peter's patience and understanding of your pain stemming from past mistakes, your words pierced deep, leaving him feeling as though all his efforts on your behalf had been invalidated. 

“You think I’m a burden?” He nodded silently, his lips pursed, and took a few steps back, his hands raised as if he were saying, “Okay, I got the message.”

A wave of guilt washed over you, but instead of speaking up, you remained silent. 

“You wanna know why I saved you at the club?” He clenched his jaw, trying his best to remain composed. With his hands firmly planted on his hips, he bowed his head, contemplating the perfect choice of words.

“I never asked you to,” you remarked. He snapped his head up to stare straight into your soul, eyes ablaze with anger. 

“Because that’s what being Spider-Man is all about. I saved you because I won’t stand by and allow someone to suffer by doing nothing. You’re wanting to go into battle against a demon with no backup.” Frustration washed over him, evident as he ran his hand through his hair, massaging the back of his head with a hint of exasperation. “For someone who’s scared of death, that honestly sounds pretty stupid.”

“So you’re definitely calling me stupid now.”

“Yes! Because you won’t let me help!”

“I don’t need your help!” you exclaimed, placing a hand on your chest. “I never did!”

He took a sharp inhale and closed his eyes to find his happy place, briefly resting his forehead on his hand to collect himself before speaking again. “You’re being so annoying right now.”

“Good, I love being annoying.”

Peter let out a “gah!” sound, holding his face in frustration before walking back towards you. “You’re so stubborn.”

“Another thing we can agree on,” Your heart pounded in your chest, and a cold sweat coated your palms when you realized he wasn’t stopping. You stepped backwards to distance yourself until your back met the unyielding surface of a wall, leaving you with no escape route.

“And you want to know the worst part of all this?” he asked, not breaking eye contact. 

“Do enlighten me.”

“You’re selfish.”

“Yup, sure. Love that for me.” You tried to leave when he extended his arm out, effectively blocking your way. “You know, girls don’t find this as attractive as movies make it out to be. It’s kinda cliche.”

“Will you shut up for one second?”

“You gonna make me?”

“And you wanna talk about cliches.” Unexpectedly, he shot a web at your wrist and you freaked out.

“What the hell, Peter?!”

“What, you expecting a kiss?”

“You wish, webhead. You seriously have a thing for tying up women. Is it your kink or something?”

A flush of pink dashed across his cheek. “S-Say what you want, but you’re going to stand here and listen to me.”

You attempted to pull your wrist free when he added on, “And if you don’t, I’m telling your dad.”

That ceased your attempts of escaping. “... My dad…?”

“Mr. Stark adopted you. Didn’t he?”

“How’d you—”

“Karen told me.” Your perplexed face made him quickly realize he needed to elaborate. “The suit lady.”

“Your AI?”

“Well, she didn’t really tell me, I figured it out.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“When I asked her to find you, she said I didn’t have the authorization to track you. That I needed authorization from Mr. Stark. The only reason she would say that is if he wanted to keep your privacy, well, private. And with what you told me today, everything lines up.”

“Fuck…” you breathed. “Please don’t tell him. I don’t want my dad to worry.”

"You know," Peter remarked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, "I have to admit, you're really not in the best position to ask for favors. I mean, let's recap, shall we? You pretended to be an Avenger, completely humiliated me in front of everyone, and oh, did I mention you're Iron Man's daughter? Yeah, it's quite the resume you've got there." He crossed his arms, unable to suppress a chuckle as he savored the moment.

“Peter, I swear… if you tell him, I will never forgive you.”

“Tell me why I shouldn’t.”

“I lost one father. I can’t lose another.”

“There. That’s the real you. So selfish.”

“What?”

“You talk about the possibility of losing others. But have you not once considered how he might feel? You’re actively putting yourself in danger behind his back. He wouldn’t want to lose you.” His gaze softened, his voice sincere. “I… wouldn’t want to lose you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as Peter's words washed over you. The anger that had consumed you moments ago dissolved into a bittersweet realization. His concern, his unwavering support, it was all driven by a genuine fear of losing you.

No. You couldn't allow yourself to be vulnerable, to let him see the turmoil brewing within you. It was easier to bury your feelings, to push him away, even if it tore you apart inside.

“You’re a liability.”

“Don’t do this.”

“Stay away from all this. Stay away from me.”

He leaned in closer, gently pressing his forehead against yours. His voice was so broken, barely audible, as he pleaded, “Please don’t push me away.” 

You closed your eyes, fighting back the tears, the ache in your chest matching the ache in your soul. Your mind raced, torn between your desire to protect Peter and the overwhelming weight of your own fears and doubts. You had convinced yourself that pushing him away was the only way to keep him safe, but now, faced with his vulnerability and plea, your resolve wavered.

A tremor passed through your voice as you tried to steady yourself, to keep your emotions in check.

"I have to, Peter," you whispered, your words laced with a mixture of sorrow and determination. He intertwined his fingers with your own, shaking his head. 

“Please don’t go.”

Taking a deep breath, you released his hand, your resolve hardening within you. The weight of your decision hung heavily in the air as you prepared yourself for what had to be done. It pained you to hurt him, but you knew it was the only way to keep him safe.

With a sudden swiftness, you struck at the precise pressure points on his body, rendering him temporarily paralyzed. His eyes widened in shock, a silent plea for understanding and answers. Before he could utter a word, you swiftly pressed another pressure point on his neck, muffling his voice and preventing him from moving.

Guilt flooded your senses, but you knew this was necessary. You had to go alone, to face the danger that lay ahead without burdening him with your choices and risks. It was a sacrifice you were making to protect him, even if it meant breaking his trust.

As Peter's eyes conveyed a mix of pain and betrayal, you couldn't help but offer a heartfelt apology. "I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice heavy with remorse.

With a practiced touch, you ignited a tiny flame on your index finger, using it to burn through the webs that bound your other hand. The strands disintegrated, freeing you from their constraints. Peter's eyes followed the flickering flame, pain etched across his face.

"I have to do this on my own," you explained, your voice tinged with determination. "You'll regain control of your body in a few hours. It's for your own safety."

Before leaving, you carefully donned Peter's mask, shielding his identity from prying eyes. With a heavy heart, you carried him back to his apartment, gently laying him on his bed.

“I can’t lose you too.”

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[melishade]

Number 54?

This ask game

asked so far.

Does Quarantine count for being sick?

Main Story

Convincing

Aftermath

Hospital

Armin screamed as hot water came down from the shower head above. It practically singed his body and stung his wounds. The gash on his side was the most egregious offender. Why wasn't that taken care of first?!

Armin was quickly pushed along by people in full body suits, given a towel to cover his lower body. They started to attend to his wounds, and Armin hissed in pain when he felt alcohol poured on top of it. They then wrapped his abdomen in bandages to cover the wound.

"What's your size?" A person in the medical suit had asked.

"My size?"

"Your clothing size?" the person pressed.

"Um...I'm a medium shirt and maybe large pants?" Armin guessed, "Why are you doing all of this?"

"Our planet is dealing with a pandemic of our own," Another person explained, "We can't have another outbreak of an unknown disease on our planet with the addition of causing an outbreak on your planet. If anyone from both planets have made contact with each other, they need to be quarantined immediately."

"For how long?" Armin demanded.

"Two weeks to a month," the first person answered.

"A month?!" Armin screeched, "My friend, Mikasa's gone missing! I have to start looking for her! I can't wait a month!"

"Well we can't have more people dying," The first person stated bluntly, "You're staying in quarantine. That's final."

Armin wasn't given much room to argue as he was given a set of clean clothes: a white shirt and black pants. Thankfully Armin was able to guess right with this planet's clothing, since he was able to put on the clothes with ease. The Scout was then escorted down a hall of small rooms with three solid walls and one glass wall. One of the suits opened the door to an empty room and Armin was ushered inside. Armin took a look at his surroundings and was surprised at how different it was from what he was used to. A bed rested against the right side of the wall with a dresser on the left of the bed. Armin noticed a door on the other end of the room, no doubt leading to a bathroom.

Armin jolted when the door shut behind him, leaving Armin isolated in this...prison box. It's been such a short amount of time since the Rumbling ended and every human that was still on ground zero of the end was quickly transported to Earth. However, when transported, they all quickly got separated and de-contaminated as they put it.

Armin rubbed his eyes as he leaned backwards against the glass. But he had no idea if Optimus was even still alive. What about Megatron? He was asked to do something important, to give a message to the both of them, but if they were both in critical condition, how could he and Mikasa even pass the message along? And Mikasa, she was missing? He didn't know where she went, or whether or not her wounds were too severe and would cause her to collapse. He remembered seeing third degree burns on her hands, and blood was drawn. Her abilities might not even work anymore considering the power of the titans have been wiped out. Not to mention, Jean had lost his leg, Connie was dead, and Levi was reportedly so injured he was going to collapse.

Armin slid down the glass and to the ground in defeat. The power of the titans was no more, but there was so much uncertainty hanging in the air. What was he even supposed to-?!

"This is such bullshit!" Armin raised his head at the sound of someone yelling in anger. He snapped his head to see the girl that had wielded the Apex Armor being escorted by the people in suits, followed by her two other friends. All three of them were wearing clean, civilian, clothing, and not that strange armor that adorn two of them. They were placed in the rooms across from him before they locked the doors. The girl groaned in frustration as she slid down the glass, hands and face practically glued to the wall.

"I don't want to do quarantine again!" she whined.

"Can we at least have our phones?!" the youngest of the trio demanded.

"Someone get Agent Fowler! Or Nurse Darby!" The eldest shouted, "Where are they?! Are they alive?!"

"Wait, please take me back to see Connie! I have to bury his body!" Armin snapped his head to see Sasha pleading with the suits as they pulled her towards the room next to Armin.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but that's not a viable option right now," one of them had told her, "We'll prepare funeral arrangements for your friend, and when you're done with quarantine."

"But-!"

"I will bite all of you and get you infected with whatever I fucking have!" Armin gasped at the sight of Hanji being dragged into the room on his left as they kicked and screamed in anger. It took four of them to push Hanji inside before locking the door behind them. However Armin heard Hanji slam against the glass in anger.

"Hey! You can't keep me locked here! Where's Erwin and Levi?!" Hanji demanded.

"They are quarantined somewhere else!" one of them shouted, "The short one's going to need surgery!"

"Surgery?!" Hanji exclaimed, but they were already walking away, "Hey, don't run from me! What the fuck do you mean surgery?!"

"Hey, shouldn't you get surgery too?" the youngest, Rafael, Armin remembered, had asked, "Your eye is gone."

"My eye was destroyed! I'm not getting it back and they gave me stitches!" Hanji ran their hands through their hair. "Damn it! Someone let me the fuck out of here! I need to check on my comrades!"

"What about Jean?" Armin asked.

"They took him for surgery too," Sasha answered solemnly, "They say with the blood loss, it might be difficult for him to survive."

Armin turned his attention to Rafael. "We have other comrades too! Do you guys know where they could have gone?!"

"Which ones? That's the question," Rafael reminded.

"Annie, Ymir, and Pieck!" Armin answered, "They were titan shifters!"

"...They might be with the Autobots for examination," the eldest, Jack, spoke up.

"What?! Why?!" Hanji demanded.

"I've been hearing that they've been wanting to double check if the titan powers have been destroyed, so they're going to be examining them since they had those powers," Jack explained.

"Well then let me out!" Hanji slammed their fist against the door, "I'm an expert with the titan powers!"

"They're probably getting their info from Wheeljack," Jack explained, "The rest of your friends will probably be put into quarantine if they're just human."

As if on cue, more people in hazmat suits escorted a slew of other people. Gabi was crying at them while Colt was trying to get them to see reason. Both were begging to be released so that they could go back to find Falco. Historia looked mad, glaring at the hazmat suits, but she didn't put up a fight. Onyankopon looked nervous, but the man had complied with their orders, stepping into a room right next to Hanji.

"Onyankopon!" The Commander exclaimed.

"Hanji?!" Onyankopon cried out in surprise while Historia was placed in a room next to Rafael. Gabi wasn't given much comfort or reassurance as she was placed in a room next to Jack while Colt was placed next to her. Armin was surprised; however, when he saw Willy and Kenshin being transported down the halls. Kenshin looked rather pissed off as he wordlessly entered his room next to Historia, while Willy was placed right next to Sasha.

"You can't fucking keep us in here!" Hanji shouted, but was ignored as the hazmat suits ran off to address another situation. Hanji ended up punching the glass, but that caused them to cry out in pain.

"Well, looks like we're going to be stuck here," Jack sighed in defeat.

"Fuck me! I hate quarantine!" Miko yelled.

"How long do they intend to keep us here?" Kenshin demanded, "Hizuru is in disarray! I need to get back to my people!"

"Two weeks to a month," Rafael answered.

"A fucking month!" Kenshin swore.

"They still won't let us see Falco!" Gabi sobbed, "You promised he would be safe!"

"You said your people would help!" Colt shouted in anger.

"Well, we're in the dark right now about how the U.S. government is going to proceed," Rafael explained, "But the last thing that they want is for people to get sick and a virus outbreak happens. If your brother's in a coma, then his immune system is probably weaker so they need to take extra precaution. Still, this is the biggest immigrations of people the U.S. has seen and they need to respond accordingly without getting the public involved."

"Wait, why doesn't the public know?!" Kenshin demanded.

"Because the Autobots and other forms of life are a secret on this world," Armin realized, "Isn't it?"

"Bingo!" Miko pointed finger guns at Armin.

"Disclosing any of this to a population of over 7 billion people would mean chaos," Rafael added, "And with the political discourse on our world as it is, the government has to work overtime to keep this under control."

"Doesn't explain why our 3D gear was confiscated!" Hanji exclaimed.

"Military warfare," Jack, Miko, and Rafael answered in unison.

"What?" Sasha questioned in confusion.

"Dude, your weapons are super decked out for your time period," Miko proclaimed, "I mean, medieval Spidermen!"

"They probably want to study and replicate it," Jack assumed.

"Well, I don't consent to that!" Hanji exclaimed.

Jack peered down the hall to see someone in a hazmat suit coming. "Tell that to General Bryce."

Everyone turned their attention to the man that Jack had named as 'general'. The man had tan skin and a mustache, based on what they could see through the suit. The general then turned his attention to Jack, Miko, and Rafael, and some of them could tell that Bryce didn't looked pleased.

"I can't say that I'm happy about the literal crisis that you have brought to our doorstep," Bryce declared bitterly.

"So you saw the footage of giant titans walking around crushing people and you have that shit attitude," Miko hissed.

"There are millions of people from another planet on ours!" Bryce reminded, "A good portion of them we have to send back to their world because we don't have the resources to accommodate them all!"

"General Bryce, we were dealing with an apocalyptic scenario and had to improvise," Jack reminded, "We stopped another group of humans from going extinct."

"And your valor is commendable, but this situation could cause more problems for our own planet," Bryce reminded.

"We could help, if you let us out of here!" Hanji shouted at him.

"Hanji!" Onyankopon hissed in warning as General Bryce turned to them.

"That is a negative," Bryce declared, "Not until we determine that you won't spread any dangerous pathogens to our troops, or you carry any of our viruses back to your world. All of you will be placed in quarantine, and once we can confirm you are negative for any diseases, you will be vaccinated and returned to your world. We will also need to examine your blood to determine if any of you are carriers of diseases from your world so the scientists can make a vaccine for you."

"My country is in disarray right now! I have to go back!" Kenshin shouted at him.

"That will not be allowed! Not until you are cleared!" Bryce raised his voice.

"We have other people!" Sasha reasoned, "What about Jean?! And Erwin?! Levi?!"

"They are being quarantined and receiving a surgical operation," Bryce informed.

"Doesn't explain why you've decided to confiscate our weapons," Hanji snapped at him.

"That's classified," Bryce answered vaguely.

"When I get out of here, I'm gonna-!"

"What about Agent Fowler and my mom?!" Jack cut Hanji off.

"Nurse Darby has asked to work on the front lines for the time being," Bryce answered.

"Front lines-! She could be infected with something!" Jack shouted.

"It was her decision to make," Bryce explained, "She stated once she experiences symptoms that she will quarantine herself."

"This isn't C-!"

"She knows it's not but there are a lot of injured people she's attending to," Bryce reminded, "Agent Fowler is currently in quarantine somewhere else to check for any airborne viruses."

Bryce noticed the despondent look in Jack's eyes and sighed. "Jack, I know this is not an ideal situation, but these are the conditions we have. We need to work with it."

Bryce turned his attention to everyone else. "You have basic accommodations to help you for the next few weeks. Food will be provided. If there is anything else that you need, we will try to accommodate."

"I want my phone back!" Miko yelled at him.

"Laptop! I have classes!" Rafael added.

Bryce sighed before placing a hand over where his ear should be. "I'll get you your things, but I've been asked to report more of our findings to the higher ups in Washington."

Miko rolled her eyes as they watched Bryce running out of the quarantine area. Jack then turned his attention to Armin and Hanji before crossing his arms.

"We have questions for you," Jack proclaimed in a serious tone.

"Oh, so you're going to interrogate us now?" Hanji seethed.

"Yes, because we're still trying to wrap our heads around the fact that Optimus is alive and working together with Megatron to protect humanity," Jack answered.

Armin couldn't help but grow tense. This...this was going to be a long few weeks.

[the-coffee-fandom]

Sometimes It Works Itself Out

By: the-coffee-fandom

Art here

Marinette really could not take any more bullshit. Honestly. She might punch the next person that comes by if they try and say something dumb to her.

Here she was on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Well, the anniversary of such anyway. The anniversary of what she was told was the best day of her life. But even though she was told as such, it never felt that way to her.

Your wedding day is supposed to be filled with a million flowers, a cake too big for all your guests to eat, surrounded by everyone you love and cherish, and with the person you plan to spend the rest of your life with. Your chest is bursting with joy and the smile can’t be contained nor wiped off your face, the birds feel like they are singing love songs far into the night. Everything is perfect. That’s how she always thought it was.

That’s what she thought she had with Adrien. She didn’t realize that her vows were hollow in his heart and his eyes were always on another.

Even if that other was technically still her.

Ladybug felt like a different entity to Marinette. She was strong, confident, and powerful. Marinette had a semblance of that still within her day to day life, but not to the degree that Adrien Agreste had fallen for. He was in love with a hero, not with a human.

Maybe that’s why she wasn’t upset when she found out about his crush on another. She watched as his eyes drifted over to him whenever they hung out together. She saw the hearts in his eyes, felt the quickening of his heartbeat, and heard the stutter of his breath. It was so clear that he had moved on now that he had grown up and realized his fantasy of marrying the mask of what she used to be wasn’t the life he was meant for.

She was in a light pink dress, cherry blossoms decorated the ends of it. If she twirled her dress would flare out and circle her. She liked her dresses like that. She knew her maskera had begun running down her cheeks, black streaks decorating her face like rain drops on a window. She felt it deep in her soul that this was definitely the right thing to do. Not just for her partner, but for her as well. Moving on is hard but it's right.

So she finished the last of the papers making it official, and walked out of the room now a single woman again.

She paid no mind to the blonde that tried calling after her. She didn’t need to hear a thousand more apologies, empty words falling past his lips trying to fix the pieces of a relationship that was never meant to be. Her heart hurt and she didn’t need him to see her break down.

She threw open the doors and stepped into the cool breeze of the outdoors. It was almost a slap in the face how bright and beautiful everything was. It was a painful reminder of her own wedding day. So filled with warmth and love and laughter. Everything and everyone but her.

She lifted her eyes from the concrete and they met with azure blue eyes that were filled with a sympathy and understanding beyond what she thought she deserved.

“Hey.”

Marinette let one side of her lips perk up into a half sort of smile.

“Hey,” she responded back softly.

“I thought you could use a ride?” She used her head to nod sideways towards the purple mini behind her.

“My knight and shining armor.”

The blonde smiled and chuckled, “I am dashing enough to be one.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Marinette shoved her shoulder, her smile becoming genuine.

“I will,” the other girls voice followed as she walked around the back of the car to get to the passenger side.

She stopped short when she saw what her friend had done.

“Really, Steph?”

The amused tone of her voice showed that she wasn’t actually upset.

“Yeah, I thought we could head out to celebrate being single.”

“Because that’s something to celebrate now is it?”

Stephanie punched her lightly in the arm, “duh! Single people have the most fun. Everyone knows that!”

“Sure,” Marinette rolled her eyes with a giggle as she moved to climb into the car.

Steph joined her, taking her space in the driver's seat and looking over at her. Her eyes sparkled in the midday sun and her hair blew lightly in the calm breeze. She looked like an angel.

“Is that for me?” Marinette joked, pointing at the coffee sitting in the cup holders.

“It is!” She beamed brightly.

Marinette’s heart, for the first time, today felt lighter.

“Is this really all for me?”

Steph looked at her, her eyes softening and her shoulders relaxing, “of course. If you ever need me, I’ll be right here for you.”

Marinette nodded, blinking back more tears.

“Where to?”

Marinette tilted her head slightly in thought.

“Nowhere,” she decided on.

“Nowhere it is!” Her friend called out excitedly.

The music was cranked up to full blast as the windows were brought down so they were completely open. The blonde driving sped up to ten above the speed limit and they were off to who knows where.

And for once, Marinette decided she was fine with the unknown. Maybe things don’t work out the way she had planned but she was here and she will live in the moment.

Her eyes trailed back to the girl beside her, singing at the top of her lungs to a song that wasn’t even that good while her hair blew widely in the wind. Her music tastes were adequate at best. But she was goofy and fun and beautiful and…

And maybe, this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

She was with the person she wanted to spend her life with now. And that’s enough.

[dragonologist-phd]

Piper + TV Tropes

I gave in and made a TV Tropes page for Piper! I maybe had a little too much fun with this, kudos to anyone who actually reads this whole thing!

Awesome But Impractical: Piper’s signature armor makes for a very cool image and is characteristically beautiful…and also should probably not ever be worn into any actual battle. Even Piper admits it’s mostly for show.

Beautiful Singing Voice: As expected of a bard!

Becoming the Mask: At the start of her arc, Piper has stumbled into the Crusades and is treating her new leadership role as an act that she’s faking at. By the end of her arc, she’s fully stepped into the role and is much more comfortable with her position.

Befriending the Enemy: A natural result of Piper’s preference for settling issues through words rather than combat. Whether it comes from an earnest desire to become friends or is simply the more convenient option can be up for debate.

Butterfly of Transformation: Being an Azata, butterflies are one of Piper’s recurring motifs. Their significance in her aesthetic becomes more prominent as she embraces her Azata powers, a process which involves undertaking acts of altruism and courage which she would have originally avoided.

Con Artist: One of the ways in which Piper made her living before the Crusades. She still has shades of this, especially when encouraged by Woljif.

Cowardly Lion: Piper self-describes herself as cowardly and selfish, and she actively avoids confrontations whenever she can. Still, when push comes to shove and she sees people in danger, she does (usually) end up trying to help.

Distracted By Luxury: The gifts and financial security handed out by Eliyen keep Piper from seeing her true colors for longer than she likes to admit.

Dragon Rider: Piper becomes this, once Aivi grows enough.

Everything’s Better With Rainbows: The Azata motto!

Flower Motif: Another trademark of the Azata, with Elysium blooms appearing where Piper uses her powers. Forget-me-nots, lavender, and irises are also significant motifs for Piper.

Friend to All Living Things: Subverted. Piper’s Azata powers cause her to attract adorable woodland critters to her side…much to her dismay, as she’s not any more of an animal person than she was before, and she’d really prefer the rabbits and bluebirds stay outdoors.

Girl Of My Dreams: Arueshalae initially appears to Piper as a voice in her dreams.

Green Thumb: Of the magical variety- one of Piper’s most prominent Azata powers is the ability to bring growth back to places made corrupted and barren by the Worldwound.

Gold Digger: According to Eliyen’s side of the story, all the conflict between her and Piper was due to Piper only caring about her riches.

Guile Hero: Piper’s greatest strength is easily her charisma, as she relies greatly upon persuasion and diplomacy to meet her needs and maneuver solutions to problems that she can’t meet head-on.

Hidden Depths: At first glance, Piper is often dismissed as being shallow and frivolous, and even those who like her tend to see her as very lighthearted and flighty. Once people get to know her, however, she’s shown to be quite thoughtful and deliberate, and far more perceptive than people realize.

Hope Bringer: The reason Piper is given the title of Knight-Commander. Her powers give the Crusades an advantage they haven’t had in ages, and this combined with her ability to heal Worldwound corruption quickly leads people to rally around her. This is emphasized even further by her songs and speeches, which are very often geared toward providing hope and inspiration.

I Have Many Names: “Piper” is really just the latest in a long line of aliases she’s used in different cities throughout Mendev. If she were to list every name she’s ever gone by, we’d be here all day.

I Just Want to Be Loved: Part of the reason Piper enjoys performing so much is due to the rush of admiration she earns from her audience; ultimately, however, she really does long to be sincerely loved by someone who sees her as she really is.

Just Like Robin Hood: Piper had fantasies of being a Robin Hood type once, though it didn’t quite work out and she now claims to view the whole idea as idealistic and naïve.  

Like Mother Like Daughter: Piper and her mother are both performers searching for their audience, hoping to find their fortune; both are somewhat flighty and have complicated relationships with commitment; both leave their family and home behind on impulse. Piper is aware of the similarities, though she doesn’t like to dwell on it.

Like Brother and Sister: With Woljif. They even call each other “Little Brother” and “Little Sister” in a joking callback to thiefling customs.

Magic Flutist: Piper’s specialty, though as a bard she has an array of Magic Music related talents.

Manipulative Bastard: She has shades of this, and in a Companion AU can be pushed further into the role if the Commander is unsupportive of her or encourages her more selfish tendencies.

Meaningful Name: Piper is a talented flutist with a talent for charming people. The meaning behind the name is no accident, seeing as she chose it herself.

Mysterious Past: She has a long and storied past, and if asked about it is just as likely to make up lies as she is to say something truthful.

Mystical White Hair: Self-explanatory, though among tieflings the color is not so uncommon.

Proud Beauty: Piper’s quite aware of how attractive she is to others, and isn’t shy about flaunting it.

Ragtag Bunch of Misfits: The Free Crusaders are a perfect example of this, and Piper is willing to accept any additional misfits who want to join.

Replacement Goldfish: How Piper believes Areelu views her. Whether she’s correct in this assessment is up to interpretation.

Serenade Your Lover: Piper’s go-to move when wooing someone she’s interested in. Arueshalae gets more than a few songs dedicated to her.

Shipper on Deck: Aivu is a very enthusiastic supporter of Arueshalae and Piper. Desna also qualifies as this, though she’s a bit more subtle.

Statuesque Stunner: Piper’s naturally tall, and she has horns, and she likes to wear heels.

Street Smart: Self-explanatory, and goes hand-in-hand with her Con Artist and Guile Hero tendencies.

The Charmer: Piper’s no stranger to winning people over with her charms, and definitely has a reputation as a flirt.

The Circus Runaway: The first time Piper ever left home was to join a traveling carnival with the aim of learning from their resident bard. She’s played many different roles since then, but she still remembers that time fondly.

The Power of Acting: She didn’t get a deception skill that high for nothing!

Tomboy and Girly Girl: Piper and Seelah. One is a dependable, action-oriented warrior who likes to tackle problems directly; the other is a flighty, dress-wearing bard who depends on her wit and her charms. Despite their differences, they become friends almost immediately.

Vitriolic Best Buds: With Daeran. They start off genuinely disliking one another, and though their relationship improves with time they never do stop snipping at each other.

Wandering Minstrel: Piper’s career, for lack of a better word, before joining the Crusades.

Weak But Skilled: Piper has many talents relating to diplomacy and magic, but combat is not one of her strong suits. She does get better after multiclassing as a rogue, but she’s still far from a physical powerhouse.

Will They Won’t They: With Galfrey, for a short while. (They don’t).

[magicalgirlagency]

As someone who love Geological and travelling. I wonder why there aren't any Mahou Shojo with a biomes theme already. It could work really well with the Climate Change topic too.

The main girls would be based on earth's biomes (jungles, oceans, mountains,...) The protagontist would be a Desert themed heroine (since deserts are badly underrated/misunderstood, they're amazing too ppl).

I think the Protag would be really confused about why she's desert based, since due to their reputation, she thinks desert are just "bad" and scary wastelands. Add in the mascot (a shapeshfiting snek or bird could work nicely) along with a Forest themed teammates who love studying about deserts (and nature in general), and there could be a plot point about the Desert Girl learning to accept her powers.

The team would include:

An ocean themed warrior who's older (probably 23-24yrs old) than the rest of her team, is their leader and mentor (since the sea is much, much older , practically ancient compare to other biomes). She'd use a spear/trident as her weapon and can shift into a "full aqua" form in which she's near unbeatable since nothing can really physically harm her in this liquidfied state. She'd have gills (for breathing underwater) and Bioluminescence (since deep sea creatures have them). Oh, and she can sing very well, 'cause mermaids and sirens. She's the team Cool Big Sis and is actually the legal guardian of one of the girl. She's normally really calm, but she teases the younger members a lot.

*Also she does have a mermaid form, her tail is that of a sailfish. And she could bite like a shark in this form, 'cause why wouldn't she be able to do that? She could manipulate ink and salt too, since squids exist and the ocean is salty.

The empathetic and warmhearted girl is a tundra themed warrior. She has a fox-like outfit which change the colour of its fur depending on the seasons (like how arctic foxes change their fur color). Her boots actually was design similarly to the hooves of a Reindeer and she have a cloak that can turn into owl wings allowing her to fly. Her body can also give off a very cold aura due to tundra being the coldest biome, but her body temperature itself is very warm. Plus, her suit would be fluffy so her friends enjoy snuggling with her for warmth during winter. She's a cuddle bug so it's a win-win for her too. Also, she's shorter than her friends since tundra animals have shorter legs and the flora there is very short as well. She uses a pair of metal fans to fight.

*She would be able to summon harsh cold wind and manipulate them to attack her enemies. She can also create moss patches and small shrubs to protect her friends. And she got great hearing btw, due to artic hares.

An energetic girl transforms into a Lake/River/freshwater Swamp heroine. She can manipulate water and is able to summon boiling hot water for attacks. She's able to purify polluted water. She can create blobs of murky slugde that can poison and slow down enemies. Her suit is based on crocodile/alligator and frogs. Her armor is thick and scaly, giving her nearly OP defense. They are mostly dry, but she can make them produce a slimy and venomous mucus at will. She also has buglike mandibles on her mask. Her armor also has iredescence btw, since it'd be very stylish. Her weapon is an axe.

*she's the Ocean Heroine adopted daughter. She enjoy cooking and her food taste amazing, but watching her cooks can be scary. She's very insecure about her look (she has vitiligo). Despite being tomboyish and energetic, she prefer dresses over pants. She also has a pet snake.

The Forest lad herself, she's very studious and creative. Her armor is based on tropical birds, big cats and flowers. This mean that she has the most colorful armor of the group. She has a pair of large bird wings behind that resemble a combination of several bird species wings. She can also became invisible to enemies (chameleon) and can deliver poisonous attack using her "claws". She also have this patches of small flower on one of her shoulder plate, from which she can realise a sleep inducing gas. She's not at all okay with the Protag feeling toward deserts and tried her best to change her friend view on the biome. She has like, three pet cats at home. Her weapon is a bow along with javelins.

*she's a part of the student council, and is the chillest one in that group. It's common knowledge among the younger students in the school that if you want to get out of trouble, you bribe her with some cool stationaries and she'd help you.

The Protagontist herself, she's kind and friendly, but easily confused. Her armor is based on desert snakes and scorpions. She has multiple segmented legs sprouting from her back armor plate. She also has a scorpion tail that can deal some serious damage. She can tank extremely high heat along with enduring below zero temperature. She is able to control sand to attack enemies. Additionally, since Antarctica is a desert, she has an ice mode that she'd to unlock.

*she watched alot of dark MGs show and was not at all on board with becoming a Magical Girl when the birb mascot first came to her. Thankfully, the mascot do watch those animes too (they got tricked by the art style) and thus is also as traumatized as she is.

...dear lord, I just write all that in 30mins, how did this happen???

Hey, you should craft your own series with that! I sense great potential for storytelling!

[quccnbees]

( renee rapp. cis fem (?). she/her. ) - let me introduce you to a member of the eversley family, charlotte eversley is the middle daughter. they are twenty-six and are known as the queen bee to the family because they are obsessive, clever, and cruel when you get to know them, you think about legally binding contracts signed in glitter gel pen; the constant struggle between imposter syndrome and god complex but they’re still an eversley, nonetheless.

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Charlotte Alexandria Eversley

Nickname:  Lottie, Lots, Char, Charlie (at your own risk)

Birthday: May 7, 1998

Place of Birth: Eversley Estate, Hampshire, England

Places Lived Since: Oxford, UK; Leiden, NL; Cambridge, US; London, UK

Current Residence: London, in a townhouse absolutely paid for by her father

Notable Family Members: Hazelnut Eversley ( child, 2 year old standard poodle ); Daphne Eversley ( twin sister, best friend ); Adrian Eversley ( older brother ); Imogen Eversley ( older sister ); Hector Eversley ( oldest brother ); Charles Eversley ( father, idolizes ); Ignes Eversley ( mother, pities )

PHYSICAL:

Faceclaim: Reneé Rapp

Height: 5’7

Build: curvy  

Hair Color: blonde  

Eye Color: blue

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: always wearing one of her father’s old watches, several piercings in both ears, a good amount of tattoos ( will be expanded upon )

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: playing with her hair when anxious, drumming her nails, being cruel for sport

PERSONALITY:

Occupation: lawyer for her father’s company

Education: Law Degree from Oxford University, LLM from Harvard Law School

Languages Spoken: English, French, passable Dutch, Latin because she’s annoying

Positive Traits: outgoing, ambitious, dedicated, meticulous, clever

Negative Traits: obsessive, manipulative, vindictive, cruel, arrogant

Likes: iced coffee, glitter gel pens, the oxford comma, a particularly tricky legal argument, early 2000s chick flicks, singing chappell roan after three espresso martinis at karaoke

Dislikes: sloppy writing, boston as a concept, playing nice, the legal ambiguity of working for your father, birds kept as pets, losing at anything, being lied to  

Aesthetic: perfectly crafted citations; falling asleep to the comforting sounds of the city; fighting dirty, because you don’t know any other way; a turning page in a silent library; your father is the worst man alive, you are his favorite daughter; the sound of expensive heels across marble lobbies; is it worse to be doomed by the narrative, or haunted by it?

HISTORY:

The fourth child, the second daughter, the older twin – she’s nearly as middle as a middle child could be. And yet she’s the one gifted a variation of her father’s name. Perhaps it's a coincidence, or Ignes merely liked the name – Lottie doesn’t know, she wasn’t fully conscious yet at the time of her naming. But it matters. It has to matter – names carry meaning, to name something is to grant it power, worth. Charlotte’s spent her entire life trying to prove herself worthy of her father’s affection and trust.

The older twin by a mere ten minutes, Charlotte comes out screaming. Daphne follows, setting the pattern for most of their lives. Charlotte is bright and bold – the sun, but not warmth: a burning, blazing pursuit of power, anger and armor in a pretty blonde package. Daphne her moon – ethereal and lovely, quiet with dark hair and dark eyes; reflecting back the brightness and burn, a guiding light in the darkness.

They are a package deal, something Lottie makes quite clear to everyone in that poison laced honey way of hers. The Queen Bee reigns with her sister close by – gaining power through a combination of charm, manipulation, and other, crueler accusations that never stick. Charlotte’s not just the popular girl – she’s also obsessive to a fault, a perfectionist who absolutely won’t accept failure. She’s naturally clever, of course, but not everything comes so easily – she just makes it look like that. Sleepless nights full of self-loathing and relentless dedication to whatever subject is giving her trouble result in near perfect marks and a lifelong tendency to dance right on the edge of self-destruction.

Perfection leads to Oxford, of course, and despite her best-efforts, Lottie’s never been all that good at numbers, so she studies the law. She loves a challenge, the intricacies and various loopholes that craft something particularly clever and weighty. Two years at Oxford, then her third year in Leiden, studying international & European law. The family business is international, so it’s the obvious choice. But it's the first time she’s away from Daphne, and it takes a toll. Daphne goes dark, but Lottie burns hotter and faster. She’s crueler – like something has been torn away and left all her edges jagged and sharp.

Daphne publishes a novel – and Lottie’s her biggest fan, bullying everyone she knows into buying a copy or two. She’s always known her sister was capable of greatness, hated anyone who dismissed Daphne’s shyness or kindness as weakness. The success of Daphne’s novel is probably the only time Charlotte’s ever let herself be truly, selflessly happy for someone else’s success. It lasts their final year at Oxford, but that’s not enough for Lottie. So she spends a year at Harvard gaining an LLM degree and a profound hatred for Boston. She returns to London, and naturally starts working for her father’s company. Here lies the biggest disconnect of Miss Charlotte Eversley’s young life – she idolizes her father, has spent her entire life living up to his name; but she’s also fought tooth and nail to prove that she deserves this position on merit, not her father’s name. She should work for an outside firm first, establish herself in the field. But he’s old, and his health is failing despite the façade they present to the public. So Charlotte falls in line, and weaponizes her beauty and cleverness against anyone who’s foolish enough to suggest she’s not earned her position.

EXTRAS:

She currently lives in a townhouse in London with her only child, a 2-year-old chocolate colored standard poodle named Hazelnut.

Chaotic bisexual

She and Daphne attended the last night of the Eras Tour LA in August, 2023 together ( 1989 tv was announced ) but then had a huge argument after the concert due to Lottie being a bitch to Daphne’s date & accusing them of only being with her for the family money. The twins have been on bad terms / estranged ever since

She loves all her siblings and would commit atrocities for them, but they are still subject to her harshest judgement ( except for Daphne up until last year ) and she’s never been one to mince words. Still – it's very much ‘only I can say that about them, I’ll ruin anyone else who dare say so.’

She is left-handed.

Her father is the only one to call her Charlie.