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crab-instruments · 3 years ago

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Dust in the Wind Part 2 (tbb)

Master <Part 1 Part 3>

Pairing: Hunter x Secret Jedi! Reader

Rating and Warning: General audience, not much happens (yet)

Words: 737

a/n: the reader gets a name for probably most of the fic, but there's a reason. I'm still very new to this, I'll possibly reorganize this when I get more written but it's motivating to post it.

You stared at the man in front of you, studying his face. One side had a full face tattoo of a skull, a line above his eyebrow. That same eyebrow lifted curiously, as too many moments between his question grew longer.

“You still with me? How did you get here?”

Your eyes snapped to his, knocking you out of your trance. The silence was deafening your anxiety peaking, fear clearly written in your eyes.

“Look, I—”

“Me-Mechanic!”

Your response threw the man back. “What?”

“I’m a mechanic! I didn’t mean to stow away on your ship, I promise! Don’t... Don’t hurt me, please. I’ll… I’ll work on your ship! Just please…” your voice started to crack towards the end, breathing uneven. If the floor could just swallow me whole... You made yourself as small and unthreatening as possible.

The man’s face went through a few emotions, taking in everything you just said. Surprise, confusion, something akin to pity, and finally setting on a stoic, calm expression.

“No one on this ship will hurt you, I promise you that. I’m the leader here, name’s Hunter.” He let out a breath. “How about we start there? Can you tell me your name?” His voice was steady, relaxing you a bit. You loosened the grip on your backpack and took a slow blink, thinking.

Well… it is time to decide on a new identity. Wasn’t even Jacinder for that many rotations. You couldn’t give your real name, as it was tied to your Jedi past. That was long ago, even before The Purge. Glancing around the room real quick, your eyes found a dial.

“Max…is… Maxis. My name is Maxis.” Your voice got more confident, possibly attempting to convince yourself more than the man in front of you.

Hunter raised his eyebrow again, an incredulous look on his face. Almost as if asking if that was your final answer. Maybe he could tell you were making it up on the spot, if he did, the facial expression was all the response he gave for it.

“Alright, Maxis the mechanic. Why were you hiding on our ship?”

“I was being chased. Your loading ramp was down, I was just planning on hiding for a bit. I would rather… not go into it, if possible? I’m not a threat or a dangerous criminal—”

Hunter let out a soft chuckle at your anxious statement. “Okay, no more details necessary. We can’t go back to that planet for a bit, so we can’t exactly turn around and drop you off.”

“I can’t go back. This is for the better...” The confession came out quiet, your eyes moving to the floor.”

“Do you have another place you can go, then?”

Your brain felt fuzzy, this whole situation was draining. You let your head tip back to hit the wall, meeting Hunter’s eyes again. Your body was coming down from the adrenaline of possibly needing to fight for your life, you could feel it starting to show on your face how tired you were.

“…No. I don’t.”

“A preference then? We’re currently on our way to Ord Mantell…” He trailed off for a moment. The moment held thick in the air. His hand went to his chin, thinking, weight shifting back.

“Or…”

Your eyes found his. “Or…?”

“Well, the Marauder could use some work and Tech and Echo could use a break from trying to fix it between jobs… But it’ll be dangerous and there isn’t much room to stay here… That is, if you were to stay with us, for a bit.”

A second passed, your eyes searched his face for any sort of clue on if this was a joke. “You’re serious?”

“It’s not every day a freelance mechanic ends up in your ‘fresher,” a small smile hinting at his lips.

Reason told you that this was absolutely insane. But those eyes and that smile… was something you wanted to see more of, a small treat for the life you’ve had up until now.

“It’s not… everyday you get a job offer while sitting on the floor in a refresher of a random ship either, but it’s the best offer I’ve had in a while.” You couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

Hunter stood and extended his hand. “Welcome aboard, Maxis”. You stood as well and shook his hand. “Well, guess it’s time to meet the rest of your new crew.”

Part 3

#tbb x you #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #hunter x you #dust in the wind #crab fics

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queenofglassbeliever · 6 years ago

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I think where the writers messed up with Glass Believer in Hyperion Heights is that they began writing Cursed!Henry and Jacinda as a slow burn, but it turned into a will they won't they. The writers don't seem to grasp that there's a difference between a slow burn and a will they or won't they. In a slow burn you know that the main couple will be together in the end and they story is about how they get to that place. In a will they or won't they you don't know if the main couple will be together or not. Hence the question, "will they or won't they?"

Something the two have in common is that the pairing has ups and downs, obstacles, but the difference in each is the out come. For example, an obstacle could be an ex coming into the picture. In the case of Cursed!Henry and Jacinda that would be Jacinda's ex, Nick. Nick is introduced in "Pretty in Blue" and at this point, C!Henry and Jacinda have had their first date and have made plans to go to a concert together. So, they are in the very early, burgeoning part of a new relationship, but a relationship nonetheless. And we know that this a relationship they both want to pursue. They both want to see where this new relationship goes. If this were a slow burn, the arrival of the ex would cause Person A and Person B to have an emotional epiphany that they want to be together. Even though the ex is an obstacle, it's one that brings the main pairing closer together. In a slow burn, each obstacle brings the couple a little bit closer to the endgame.

Which is not what happened with C!Henry and Jacinda. Nick's arrival drove them apart. This is typically what happens when an obstacle comes into play in a will they or won't they. The couple is driven apart. Let's say Person C is A's ex and A has a new relationship with B. In a will they or won't they, C's arrival will cause A to realize that B is the one that they want, but for B, C's arrival will only cause doubt. Which is exactly what we see happens in regards to Jacinda, C!Henry and Nick. Nick's arrival results in Jacinda wanting to tell Henry how she feels, even making a mixtape to do so, but Nick's arrival causes C!Henry to doubt himself and his relationship with Jacinda. Thus, driving Jacinda and C!Henry apart.

Continuing with the will they or won't they, when the main couple is broken apart they are not apart for long and something will happen to bring them back together. It can be any number of things, but a tragedy usually does the trick. For C!Henry and Jacinda, that tragedy is Lucy falling into a coma.

Now, this is where I noticed the narrative started to contradict itself. C!Henry's reaction to Jacinda's voicemail was the reaction of someone who was currently in a serious relationship with someone and knew that their significant other needed them. Everything C!Henry does, instantly getting on a flight to Seattle, offering Jacinds emotional support, giving her words of encouragement, reading to Lucy, being by her side the entire time, are the actions of a serious boyfriend. But the narrative tells us that C!Henry and Jacinda aren't in a serious relationship.

After rewatching, I noticed that that wasn't the first time the narrative contradicted itself. In "Wake Up Call" C!Henry asked Jacinda out. To which Jacinda responds with "Well, what about now?" Their dialogue in that scene tells the audience that that moment, fixing the food truck, was there first date. Then in the following episode, "Eloise Gardener", C!Henry asks Jacinda to go with him to a concert. The way that the dialogue is worded makes it seem like the concert would be their first date. See? Contradicting. And that happened alot with Jacinda and C!Henry. The narrative constantly contradicted the already established narrative. So really, C!Henry and Jacinda become a question of are they or aren't they. Which is, for lack of a better way to put it, really stupid. Because they already are. Cursed!Henry and Jacinda are not who they really are. Their true selves are Ella and Henry and they're already married and have been for a long time. A curse doesn't change that.

The writers didn't tell a clear story and that's where they went wrong with Cursed!Henry and Jacinda.

#ouat #glass believer #henry mills #ella mills #jacinda vidrio #lucy mills #lucy vidrio #jack ouat #nick branson

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grad603mnmtv · 3 years ago

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Research

https://nzhistory.govt.nz/page/51-killed-mosque-shootings

This is a very dark and heavy topic, this speech by Prime Minister Jacinder Ardern follows the horrific attack by a self proclaimed “white nationalist” on the Linwood Mosque in Christchurch March 15th 2019.

Fifty individuals were killed and 41 were wounded, one passed six weeks later. the attacker used two semi-automatic rifles and live streamed the attack to social media. Jacinda Ardern described the 15th as one of New Zealand’s Darkest days.

Memorials events around the country we attended by many. The Muslim community welcomed visitors which displayed a significant capacity of forgiveness. Millions of dollars were raised in support of the victims and their families.

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magpies-gold · 1 year ago

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Jahrd & Jacind - Sunrise

There's never enough coffee.

#prophecy of the circle #jacind #jahrd #my art #furry

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gondalsqueen · 7 years ago

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Chapters: 17/18 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Ketsu Onyo/Sabine Wren, Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Characters: Hera Syndulla, C1-10P | Chopper, Original Characters, Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger, Sabine Wren, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Alexsandr Kallus, CT-7567 | Rex, Mart Mattin, Wedge Antilles, Ketsu Onyo, Jacen Syndulla, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Ackbar (Star Wars), Lando Calrissian, Jan Dodonna, Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Pregnancy, vague mentions of abortion, future character death in the background, Season/Series 04, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Chair Sex, Table Sex, sex during pregnancy, chapter 2 has lots of sex, Secrets, the best pilot in the galaxy, flying combat, character injury, canon torture, flight of the defender, rebel assault, Jedi Night, Major character death - Freeform, Grief, Morning Sickness, Counseling, Masturbation, Dreams, Traditions, Space family, Inappropriate bets, Lothal, Shopping, down time, Space Combat, Battle of Scarif, Rogue One - Freeform, hammerhead corvette!, Yavin 4, Stardust - Freeform, Alderaan, Death Star, labor, Childbirth, domestic life, Lothwolves, Dogfight - Freeform, Hoth, did i mention babies yet?, Babies!, One baby, Work/Life Balance, Advice, Bounty Hunters, Capture, this story has it all apparently, Return of the Jedi, Second Death Star, Existential Anxiety, parenting, Breakups, wine and cheesecake, wine and cheesecake needs its own tag, battle of endor, Battle for Coruscant, forces of destiny: an imperial feast, The New Republic - Freeform, Quests, letting go, Travel

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Within a year, Hera and Jacen hopped back into military life. She had plenty of vacation time, so they could take off and see the galaxy whenever they liked, and having a stable place and a community was important for Jacen. Hera had had that growing up.

So she was on Coruscant, helping out with combat training, when the other shoe finally dropped. Except that it was her day off and she wasn’t training pilots, she was trying to replace a particularly disgusting air filter on outside of the Ghost while Jace ran around recklessly on top of the ship, probably learning all sorts of enriching things.

“Hey, Mama. Mo-om!”

She stared at the bolt. It was stripped smooth; that’s why she’d skipped this filter last time.

“Mom. Mom.”

“What, love?”

“I’m bored.”

“Find something to do.”

“There IS nothing to do.”

“Well, come down here then and help me.”

He considered. “Are you wiring stuff?”

“No.”

“Are you taking stuff apart?”

“Sort of. I’m replacing this disgusting air filter.”

“Ew. No thanks.” He flopped down on the ship just above her head; Hera heard the thunk. Hmm… She tried to tighten the wrench on the bolt as far as it would go and then use her body weight to push the handle down. It slipped, she scraped her knuckles, she cursed.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey, what?”

The naughty pause indicated that nothing good was coming “Bloodflowers are pink, your feet really stink.” He burst into giggles.

“Hmm. Did you learn that at school?”

“No, Poe told me to say it to you.”

“Why am I not surprised? Well, jacinder are blue, your feet stink too.” Maybe she could just CLEAN the filter and keep using it. ...No.

“Sunblossoms are yellow, your feet really smell-o,” he fired back almost immediately. Oh, good one, kid.

“N’Omis are purple, you’re about to get in trouble,” she told him.

“Purple and trouble don’t rhyme.”

“They do in Ryl.”

“That joke is still not funny, Mom.”

Hera grinned to herself. “Jace, you have any ideas for loosening a stripped bolt?”

“Maybe hold the wrench on with bubble gum?”

“I don’t think that’s going to work.”

“Nope, then. Let me think about it.” He ran off towards the middle of the ship. “HEY there’s really cool bugs here!”

“What kind?”

“Beetles. Blue and shiny. Huh.” Then he went silent, playing with the insects.

Hera picked up a vibrotorque and just fused the darn thing to the bolt. She could unfuse it later, but somehow this stupid air filter had to come off.

She was absorbed in her work and used to people walking back and forth across the main hangar, so she didn’t even register the footsteps until they were almost upon her. Then they stopped, and the absence of sound was unsettling. Hera looked up as their visitor cleared his throat.

She saw him with the sunlight behind him, outlining his shoulder, and the thought went through her like a shock: I know him. I know him like I know myself.

He wasn’t quite the same, though. A little broader. His hair had grown long again and his beard was bushy, and she thought, terrified: Maybe I’m seeing things. Maybe it’s not him.

Then he spoke: “Hera, you haven’t changed a bit,” and she knew for sure.

The vibrotorque hit the ground and she threw herself at him with a little moan, and he was taller than her — taller than her; she had to stand on tiptoe to put her arms around his neck and hug him. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed too.

“What are you doing here?” Hera asked, wiping a hand over her face. She touched the lightsaber at his belt before he could answer. “You got it back.”

“Yeah, uhm...I think I’m supposed to be a...present? Or something?” He unhooked his lightsaber from his belt and ignited it experimentally for her to see. “Good as ever.”

“Wow, cool!” Oh, no. Footsteps thumping on top of the Ghost, coming their way. Jacen launched himself at them before she had time to yell a warning.

In an instant the lightsaber blade was gone, Jacen caught safely in his arms, and Hera yelling, scared witless, “How many times have I told you NOT to jump from the top of the ship?! It’s not safe!”

“It’s safe for me,” Jacen said blithely. “I never get hurt.”

“Well, this time you almost skewered yourself on a lightsaber blade!”

Jacen peered at his savior, blue eyes into blue eyes. “I’ve seen you in pictures,” he declared.

“Jacen Syndulla, meet Ezra Bridger,” Hera said. “Ezra, Jacen.”

Ezra had acted fast to catch the kid, but then he just stood bewildered, looking between Jacen and her. “Syndulla?” he asked, trying to do the mental math and failing. “Hera — did you…?”

“They didn’t tell you,” she said. Of course they didn’t. Sabine would think it was a great joke, them surprising each other like this.

Ezra shrugged.

“He’s my son.” Now understanding began to dawn on his face. “And Kanan’s.”

“He’s…” A long breath. “How — ?”

Hera inclined an eyebrow at him. The usual way, that look meant.

“I mean, I know HOW, but… Oh, good Force.” Ezra sat Jacen on his feet. “Hey, kid, let me take a look at you.”

Jacen stood dutifully and preempted the questions that he knew would come. “Yes, I’m really Twi’leki. I’m half-Twi’leki. No, I don’t have lekku. Yes, she’s really my mom. No, I’m not adopted.”

“You look just like your father.”

He grinned. “Yes, I look just like my father. Except Sabine says prettier because I look like my mom too.”

Ezra laughed. “She’s right.”

“Did Sabine come back with you?” Jacen asked the question that Hera couldn’t bring herself to voice.

“Yeah, she’s here. But she sent me on first and said I was...a present?”

“For me,” Jacen explained. “Yeah, you’re a pretty great present.”

“Ahsoka?” Hera asked softly.

He shook his head.

She swallowed down...what was that feeling? Sadness, yes, but mostly guilt. Don’t you dare come back here without them, she’d told Ahsoka. “Ezra,” she asked, hardly daring to hope. “Are you going to...stay?

“Well…” he considered. “I came to see you first, so I have to do some debriefing with Reb — ” he corrected himself, “ — with New Republic command. Things might not be as smooth flying as we think.” He frowned with the memory of something dark, but they would tackle that later. “But,” his eyes met hers again, “other than that I’m at loose ends. I just want to hang with you guys for a while, figure out where I fit in again.”

Hera nodded. Ezra and Sabine both back. The ship would be crowded again.

“Are you crying?” Ezra asked.

“No. I’ll arrange to use some vacation time and comm Lira San. We’ll go see Zeb.”

“Guess I’d better get on this briefing, then.”

“Wait — ” she caught his wrist. He’d just gotten here and she was loathe to let him go so quickly. Plus, there were six years of his life she knew nothing about, almost seven, and some important questions needed to be asked. Did you have a life out there? Did you want to come back, or was it a duty? Did you know where you were? Were you kept from us? “It’s been a long time,” she settled. “Are you — okay?”

“I am now.” He took her hand and squeezed it in both of his. “Don’t worry, Hera. I’ll be back in a few hours. I mean it this time.”

They get away from you so quickly, even when you’re holding their hands.

She nodded and let go.

“Mom?” Jacen’s voice was surprisingly subdued.

“Yes, love?”

“Are you okay?”

It was meant to be a laugh, but it came out mixed with tears. “Yeah, baby, I really am.” She looked out at the sky and thought, Thank you, Ahsoka, thank you. If I could wish for anything in the world, this would be it.

...

They parked the Ghost in Zeb and Alexsandr’s front yard and surprised them with Ezra. Hera thought Zeb was going to pass out for a minute, and then she thought Ezra was going to pass out from being squeezed too hard.

“Where in all the hells were you?!”

“Uhm...away? Later, okay?”

The first night on Lira San, they all ran Jacen ragged. Hera put him to bed a half-hour late and mostly asleep before his head hit the pillow. Then she crept back into the common area and shut the door. Zeb pounded his mug on the table and declared, “Caf, dejarik, and partying all night! Er, quiet partying so we don’t wake up the kid.”

Hera laughed and passed more mugs around. “Fire up the board, Chop.”

They played two games of dejarik and then ended up just talking, which was kind of the plan to begin with. At first it was remember-when:

“Remember when Chopper knocked Ezra off the top of the Ghost while we were ten kilometers up?”

“Remember that time Sabine attached a smoke grenade to a little mouse droid and then drove it into your dad’s team?”

“No,” Hera said. “I missed that.”

“It looked so funny,” Zeb chuckled. “Just — zhhhhoom, right at them.”

“You know,” Alexsandr put in, “to read the reports on paper, you looked like idiots who kept getting away only because every single soldier on Lothal was incompetent.”

“Yeah, that was true,” Zeb told him.

They brought up things they’d left unspoken before.

“Alexsandr, he never TOLD us that you guys were trapped under the ice together.”

“Well, not never,” Zeb protested.

“‘Oh, by the way, ISB Agent Kallus decided he’s going to be on our team now and smuggle information to us,’ is not EXACTLY breaking it smoothly,” Ezra pointed out.

“I remember you were weird when we picked you up from that planet, Zeb!” Sabine added.

“How could you tell the difference?” Ezra was jumping back into their old routines nicely.

“Hey! I’m never weird!”

Chopper defended Zeb for once — “ugly” and “weird” were two different things.

Hera just laughed at them.

“Okay,” Ezra said at around 0100. “This has been fantastic, but I want to know about all the stuff I missed.”

“Hera blew up the Death Star!” Sabine shouted.

“Shh! I did not.”

“Did too. Second Death Star.”

Chopper protested that HE had blown up the second Death Star.

“You did not!” Hera told him.

Ezra looked bewildered. “What’s a Death Star?”

They all stared at him.

“Seriously?” Zeb asked.

“Come on, guys, what’s a Death Star?”

“He’s been gone for a while,” Sabine shrugged.

“Do you even know the ending of Clone Wars 2?”

“What’s Clone Wars?”

Zeb chuckled evilly. “We’ve got the only unspoiled virgin in the galaxy here.”

“Hey! I am not — !” Ezra threw up his hands in exasperation.

It was good times. Old times.

“We can catch you up on a lot of it,” Zeb told Ezra, taking mercy. “Sabine took lots of holos.”

“And painted lots of pictures,” Hera added. “Oh, I think I have those here! You gave them to me for safekeeping, and I put them…” she considered. The top shelf on her closet, she was fairly certain.

“Did you look at the paintings?” Sabine asked.

“No, I didn’t want to invade your privacy, and I didn’t know which ones you wanted me to see.”

“Hera, you didn’t even open the package? Those were for you, especially the canvases!”

“Well, you didn’t tell me that! Wait a minute, I’ll go get them.”

She moved a bunch of stuff aside in her bunk and they were right where she’d expected, left-hand corner of the closet shelf, tied in a plain cloth. Sabine did most of her work on walls, and the portable versions — holos of the originals — fit on a few tiny datachips. Some of this was more traditional canvas work, though. Hera took it all back to the common area and handed the data chips to Sabine. “Which ones first?”

“Uhm...This one’s from right after Ezra left. Let’s start there.” Sabine handed the chip to Chopper and he put it in the dataport on the table. There they all were, looking...shocky and thin, actually. Mostly holos of her or Zeb or Chopper working, their expressions studious and absorbed as they bent over the glow of a datapad. Sabine clicked through a whole series of Hera and Chopper fixing the Ghost, literally seventy-five holos of the same thing, as if she were afraid she wouldn’t get another chance to record it. They were busy, and animated by that work, but never happy. Ezra frowned and asked no questions.

Sabine thumbed through an entire collection of Lothali murals: “Let’s just get to the people.” And then the “people” were...mostly Hera, six months pregnant, shot after shot captured at exactly the right moment to look like a portrait — half-turning to answer some question, or looking down at a cloth in her hands in the early morning light, or palm on her stomach with an expression as if she were listening to something only she could hear.

Ezra’s face took on that stone look it got when he was trying not to cry. Then he rallied and said, “I’ve missed a lot.”

“Yeah, kid, we keep telling you that.”

“These are...art,” Hera said, wondering.

“No, they’re just holos. The art is on the canvas over there. Open them up.”

So she untied the bundle, but the first painting wasn’t any of them. It was Kanan — a portrait from the waist up, the full beard and scarring across his eyes that they remembered from those last two years. Hera couldn’t see the crooked nose because he was facing the viewer, holding a green-haired baby on his shoulder who was clearly sacked out and comfortably sleeping. Kanan looked down at him, kissing the top of his head.

Nobody said anything for a long moment.

“I painted it right after Jace was born.” Sabine sounded nervous now. “But you were really exhausted, and that didn’t seem like a good time to give it to you. Then I forgot about it until I was cleaning out all my stuff before leaving with Ahsoka.”

They were all looking at Hera, and there was nowhere to hide her reaction.

“I’m… I’m sorry if it — ”

“Sabine, thank you,” Hera cut her off. She tried to keep her voice even and utterly failed. “I love it.” Then she dropped her head to the table and sobbed.

Zeb picked her up bodily and just plunked her onto his lap, and then they were all fighting teary eyes. She’d cried for Kanan — really, for herself and her own loneliness — hundreds of times over the years, but it hadn’t happened in a while. This time, it finally didn’t hurt.

She pulled herself together and they talked about Kanan until dawn.

#hera syndulla #fanfiction #next season #blue-eyed son #ask me no questions i'll tell you no lies #but one of these days you'll get a surprise

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