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darthgabius · 1 month ago

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Event: Magical Menagerie Gift Exchange 2024

Main ship: Sirius Black x Severus Snape

Side ships: Bellatrix x Lily | James x Narcissa

Rating: T+

Word count: 8,995 (complete)

Tags: Fantasy AU, Magic Systems, Fluff, Romcom, Rivals to Lovers, Magical Items

Gift to: @fiendishfyre

Summary: Every year eager apprentices and their renowned masters gather at the Hogsmeade Yuletide Fair in order to showcase their advancements to the people of the land. So, it should come to no one’s surprise—really—that one Sirius Black would find this to be the perfect opportunity to test out his latest creation. Nor should anyone be shocked—at all—that Severus Snape ends up having a terrible day.

Notes: This was my first time ever writing for this ship and I hope I’ve done them justice, both Severus and Sirius are amongst my favorites so I have a ton of love for them ❤️💚 to get into their mood/dynamic I completely immersed myself in the stunning starprince artwork from incredibly talented artist @intotheswollenriver (I swear this artist is the backbone of this ship) 😮‍💨🪭

READ IT FOR FREE ON AO3

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Because Severus’ life is anything but uncomplicated, it doesn’t take longer than seven minutes once they set foot in Hogsmeade for their group to cross paths with the miscreant apprentices of Dumbledore.

A stupid grin breaks on James Potter’s face as he notices their group—more specifically, Lily.

Sirius Black, as always, is smirking in that infuriating way of his. Long black hair, that rivals Bellatrix’s, tied up in a ponytail.

Much to Severus’ chagrin, he stands three inches taller than him. With impeccable robes and boots, as one would expect of any member of House Black.

His smirk grows as he notices Severus staring.

“There’s a painter next to our booth, we can commission him a portrait of me if you want, Snivelus.” Red, it’s red all over his vision. “But I gotta tell you, I’m a bit of a jealous type, dunno how I feel about sharing a spot above your bed next to your Riddle love-notes.”

If Severus is not careful, he’ll break his project with how hard he’s squeezing the ceramic shaker in his hands.

“Stop being mean, Sirius.” It’s Bellatrix who answers, and the shift in the other Black is immediate, his smirk transforming into a more genuine smile. “Also, Severus doesn’t have any love-notes written about our master hanging above his bedding, that’s just ridiculous.”

Black laughs and raises his hands in defeat.

Before the cousins can say anymore, Potter opens his big mouth.

“Hey Lily! Looking lovely as always, I love that, what’s that? Er—snake and flower embroidery on your robes.” Daft as he is, he doesn’t seem to notice how the temperature seems to drop even lower than what it already is.

“Thank you, James.” Lily’s smile is friendly, but polite. “I made it myself.” And the boy obviously misses how the same exact pattern—a snake wrapped around a lily flower—is also embroidered to Bellatrix’s black robes.

“That’s so amazing, you’re amazing—” Potter laughs. “What are you up to anyway? Would you like to—”

A few things happen simultaneously.

Black sighs like someone who’s about to witness something he doesn’t want to and Bellatrix steps in front of Lily, blocking Potter’s view. A smile that doesn’t even pretend to be anything but predatory widens in her striking face.

“Oh, hello James, it’s lovely to see you.” And she continues speaking over his confused ‘Hey… Bellatrix,’ “Did you hear the news? Apparently Lucius wants to court my sister, and as a matter of fact I think he just told us he was taking her on a walk, isn’t that right, Lilian?” Bellatrix doesn’t look back at Lily, whose green eyes widen for just a second before she slowly nods.

“Yes, Bella, to the rose garden with the mistletoe canopy.” The color drains from James Potter’s face.

“What,” he says dumbly.

“Oh yes, and you know how Cissy is, ever so the dutiful daughter,” Severus mentally scoffs, if there’s something Narcissa isn’t, it’s dutiful. But of all the Black children, she’s the only one who’s got Bellatrix fooled.

Narcissa plays her part perfectly, but at the end of the day she does whatever she wants.

“She would never say no to Lucius… you know there’s been talk about their marriage since they were babies,” she continues. “Just the other day Nicola was telling my mother how she couldn’t wait for more blonde haired Malfoy children to run around the Manor.”

Women are devious creatures, thinks Severus as he watches James Potter, with all color drained from him, sprint away from their group.

Lucius is secretive, but it’s hard to keep a big secret in Master Riddle’s workshop. They all know Malfoy’s been meeting with Evan’s cousin, Pandora, since the summer solstice.

And Severus knows Narcissa enjoys giving Potter a hard time. She told him once, “He’s young, he needs to get his impatience out of his system before I give him a third of my attention—Potter gets bored, only boys get bored,” with a small smirk.

Women.

“Sirius.” The eldest Black says in a warning tone.

“Bellatrix.” He responds nonchalantly.

“I told you that you should be more discerning of your company.”

“James is a great guy, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

And before her temper starts acting up, Black pulls his cousin into a hug and kisses her cheek sweetly. The elder girl nearly disappears as she’s engulfed by his brutish form.

She’s soon laughing and chastising him, but with no bite.

There’s a total of five people who can handle Bellatrix without her being aware of it: Master Riddle, her grandfather, Sirius, Narcissa and Lily.

Severus sometimes wonders what would happen if she were to ever become aware of it.

“So, where’s Reggie?” Asks Black as he herds his cousin to a slow-paced walk. His long arm hung over her shoulder. To anyone walking, they could pass off as twins.

It’s the small weight of Lily’s hand on his forearm that stops him from silently slipping away from the nightmare-ish company.

“Let’s go, Sev?” Lily’s green eyes are kind, her freckles less pronounced with the colder season.

[CONTINUE READING ON AO3]

Note: this scene is not the beginning of the oneshot!

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teenagemutantninjatrauma · 6 months ago

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❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings (Stockshop. I know you have good headcanons there!)

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

Lots of asks for a wonderful writer and better friend!

❄️ ⇢ What's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Man, I do NOT know. I think whatever theme/plot I get really into, I'm gonna write it best, right? Because it's in my brain a certain way. Which is not to say "I'm the best at writing anything," more like, sometimes the most satisfying a fic can be is when you write it for yourself.

🍓 ⇢ How did you get into writing fanfiction?

Uhh I don't remember exactly, cuz there was a lot of stuff it could've been, but I think I discovered "xReader" style fanfics on DeviantArt and wanted to write them better. Nobody was writing xReaders I could like, relate to? And also there was this bad habit of describing what the "you" character looks like, which is obviously gonna make it less fun to read. And tbh I was like, twelve, so mine were also terrible, but at least they made me laugh and I had fun writing them, so y'know!

And tbh to this day I looove writing fics in second person POV, I have to do it more often....

🥤 ⇢ Recommend an author or fanfic you love.

Oh we could be here all day. For you specifically Cel, I don't really have any recommendations, we've both read all the Stockshop stuff, we're reading each other's stuff in general. But like for anyone coming across this ask... let me check my bookmarks..

OH ACTUALLY I KNOW. DO ANY OF YOU GUYS REMEMBER THE GAME DINO RUN. DID ANYONE ELSE PLAY THAT. THERE IS A SERIES OF FICS CALLED "AND TOGETHER WE WILL RUN" ABOUT TIME TRAVELING DINOSAURS TRYING TO SAVE THEIR PRIMITIVE ANCESTORS FROM THE METEORITE AND IT'S SO POETIC AND SAD AND IT WRECKED ME. AND IT'S SO FUN.

Ahem. Yeah and i think anybody can read it regardless of if you know anything about the game, just know you're playing a little dino running away from the crashing meteorite. The fic kinda provides a wider concept and it's great. And by coincidence it's also written in second person POV! :D

🍄 ⇢ Share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings (Stockshop. I know you have good headcanons there!)

Sigh. Well, you do have me pinned on that front, hehe. What's one I haven't had a chance to share yet, hm...

I think that both of them would detest the idea of being soulmates, or of being meant for each other. For one, it takes away their autonomy and choice, but also... If Bishop hadn't been abducted and if Baxter hadn't been kept alive against his will, they wouldn't have ended up together. So calling them soulmates implies all that pain, all that torture, had to happen. It was always meant to happen and they couldn't stop it. Which is a horrible concept to them, I think, that there is supposed to be like deep meaning in their traumas.

🦋 ⇢ Share something that has been on your heart and mind lately.

I recently FINALLY blocked a shitty ex-partner, and I keep thinking about blocking my other two exes from the same polycule too. Can't decide if I want to cut ties with them this way or at least say my goodbyes, though. And there's probably not a right answer, so I keep going back and forth on it :/ the three of them are still dating and whenever I think about it for too long it pisses me off, which sucks ass /lh

🦴 ⇢ Is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

Ohhh not a singular one but most often it's music, yes. Every so often I will hear a song and so clearly see a story in it, and then I have to go and write it, or draw it if writing takes too long. There will be multiple future chapters of Taking Pawns that are inspired by different songs, and I have a small Zixx fic idea based on Kaisarion by Ghost.

🐝 ⇢ Tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them!

Ahh well of course there's you, my Stockshop brainrot buddy, but I'd like to compliment you on like, being willing to ask questions about stuff you feel you don't know about. Never stop doing that, I think everyone should be allowed to ask about stuff they're new to, and it's important to be able to do it.

There is also, of course, @violetvulpini, The Bishop Guy™, who I deeply appreciate for bouncing a ton of ideas off of. One of, if not my biggest enabler.

The real biggest hype people though are @awzominator and Axo (who I don't think has a Tumblr..?) who are almost ALWAYS there when I post any of my bullshit, whether it's art or fics, and I loooove them. Absolutely delightful. I hope to be as much of a hypeman to my artist friends as they are <3

#truth or dare ask game #ask game #thank you for sending me these Cel I looooove talking about myself lmao

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theflagscene · 1 year ago

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Shipper Tag Game!

I was tagged by @negrowhat 🥰 Thanks for the tag!

1 - What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don’t care about anymore?

Hmm, I’m trying to think. I don’t have the best memory of my life as a teen, it was pretty hectic and I didn’t get my first personal computer with internet access until I was 18 years old. So I wasn’t really into the fandom spaces yet, I guess I’ll go with Buffy and Spike? I loved them as a couple so much and now I’m just like; meh, whatever.

2 - Which ship would you consider your first one?

Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask, I was just kid but I was very very invested in them finally kissing lol. Me and my older sister used to watch the English version that they aired in the West in the 90’s, so it wasn’t even a dubbed Anime it was legit changed for American audiences.

Note: I am not American, but you get my point.

3 - Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

The first fic I ever wrote I think might have belonged to Willow and Tara 🤔 I��m trying to remember, I’m pretty sure it was Willow and Tara.

4 - Do you remember the first couple you saw fanart of?

Not really, I was never on the fanart side of fandom spaces because of my total and absolute lack of talent lol. So I’m not really sure what fanart I came across for the very first time, knowing my luck it was something cursed on Google that I accidentally stumbled upon and thus blocked from my memory.

5 - Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Not really, I once stopped interacting with an entire fandom when I started getting attacked because I happened to like a bisexual character with a character of the opposite sex better than with a character of the same sex. Basically I was being called homophobic and other terrible things because I was reblogging het gif sets and pics instead of lesbian gif sets and pics. The fandom for this series was extremely toxic and I actually stopped watching the series because of how much the fandom tainted it for me, all because I thought the het couple had better chemistry then the sapphic couple, that’s all. The character was canonically bisexual and had dated both of the other characters at one point or another on the show, I just thought she happened to work better with the male character. Sigh, people are weird.

6 - Did you used to have a NOTP or have any currently?

Yes, back in the day when I was very active in the Whovian fandom, I was very much against shipping Gwen and Jack from Torchwood. They were my NOTP, not gonna lie, they’re lowkey still my NOTP lol.

7 - Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

AlanJeff, I’m still very much stuck in my ‘Alan and Jeff live happily ever after’ phase of mourning Pit Babe’s ending lol.

8 - Currently do you have any OTPs?

Oh man *cracks knuckles* let me just hop onto my AO3 history, my current obsessions OTPs are;

SeanWhite, ToddBlack, AkkAyan, AlanJeff, PhayaTharn, KaranAchi, PheeJin, Tae Myungha x Cha Yeowoon, Sangwoo x Jaeyoung and Lan Wangji x Wei Wuxian.

Those are the ones that I can confidently say I consider OTPs atm.

9 - Is there any couple that to this day you are extremely mad about them not getting together?

I mean, does it even have to be said?

10 - Is there any ship that you used to dislike but now you think are kind of interesting?

Hmm, I don’t think so. Chances are if I disliked the ship before, I’d probably still dislike it now.

11 - Do you have a ship that in the past was considered ‘normal’ but now you would be cancelled over?

Ginger and Bridgette from Ginger Snaps, it’s an incest ship because they’re sisters but to be fair to teenage me, the writer and director both talked about how they purposely played up the fact that the pair were borderline incestual. Especially as Ginger became more and more feral (it’s a werewolf horror trilogy), she sexualized her relationship with her sister because that’s what her animal instincts were telling her to do. As she crawled over her talking about masturbation before whispering in her ear; it’s like we’re not even related anymore. I’m pretty sure teenage me has a glitch as my brain tried to figure out why that was so hot.

They continued to play up that whole ‘animals fuck their own family in the wild’ angle in both the sequel and the prequel, the story purposely was saying that there was no one for them but each other.

So yeah, I fell for it. I was a horny and sexually confused 15 year old who had a crush on the main actress of the trilogy lol, of course I shipped them.

12 - What’s your favourite crack ship?

Crack ship? I don’t really know, I mean what even is a crack ship anymore, ya know? In this day and age, most fandom spaces allow you to ship whoever the fuck you want, rule 34 was long ago blown past by shippers and now it feels like crack ships are a thing of the past.

13 - Who is the couple you’ve read the most fanfics of?

Probably Sterek, Destiel is a close second but I’m going to say Sterek with like 88% certainty that I’m correct lol.

14 - What do most of your ships usually have in common?

15 - What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Miscommunication! I absolutely loathe it when a ship is on the rocks or breaks up because no one would just fucking talk to each other! It drives me insane, because like just speak to one another, why is that so impossible!? I’m in a poly relationship IRL, I have been for over 16 years. When you’re dating more than one person, the idea of not communicating is just baffling! Communication is key! Like, what? Is this just a monogamous thing!? Why can’t the characters just talk to one another, open and honest dialogue. Arg!… so yeah, miscommunication gets me a little heated lmao.

Tagging! I’m not sure who to tagged so I’m going to go and pick the last five mutuals in my notifs and hope you don’t mind me tagging you lol. @oh-goodness-loki @crapyouknowme @jdotsodomite @jeonghanurl @italianpersonwithashippersheart

#tag game #shipping tag #tw incest #this was fun!#thanks for including me

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lost-technology · 10 months ago

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Said in this household today, paraphrased, as I can't remember exactly what was said: My fiance / common law hubby talking about a Youtuber he was watching: *Describes the guy's background as a comic book shop owner* "Unfortunately, he's a Trumper - so there's...that, but he knows comics. Keeps his politics *mostly* out of things, but it comes up sometimes." *Talks about how the guy rants about how some of the film adaptations don't keep to source material.* Me and my guy: *Both agree on some stuff about how progressive storytelling is fine if it is not forced / tokenism.* (I'm very progressive...and female... but I really don't like stuff in media that is *obviously* only there as a token. One can tell the difference between organic storytelling and "rammed in for a buck." SOMEHOW this lead into a conversation about how the '90s X-Men comics had, in terms of gay characters, a pair of brothers "who were into each other" ??? (Not something I'm sure of, and not an anti-gay statement, just a bit of comics-trivia). Cue me going: "Okay, I have a RANT about Trigun-fandom!" My guy starts laughing. "Plantcest!" He's into Trigun, too, I got him into it, but he's not into the online creative fandom currently. (He wrote some fanfiction back in OG fandom back in the day, some of it gifts to me, but he doesn't have the time to do fanfiction anymore). I was *sigh* "It was always there, [mutual enemy] was into it for a bit," bringing back some bad memories that he might have forgotten because [mutual enemy] was more into and belligerent about another ship, but I said now, with Stampede? Given some of the weird metaphyscial stuff between Vash and Knives there? "Some fans are taking it as mutual. If you go to Archive of our Own, it's the second most popular ship. So many Explicit-rated fics and some of them are just... (beyond just incest) just... super weird." Cue me describing some...interesting fetish tags. And how I have read a few out of curiosity. It's wild. Sort of warning him off of most of Ao3 for the fandom because he's more kink-averse than I am (and I'm the one who actually openly identifies as an asexual!) I'm kind of going... "Oh, good lord, the Plantcest in this fandom!" *and how I have the tag blocked.* For those viewing this blog / post... I do warn, I am very against Plantcest / Twincest (at least as a mutual thing / kink). It's a gives me the heebie jeebies thing. I am not going to harass people over it or call people terrible for liking it. It's just... not my thing. I've got tags blocked on here. It's just... I get a little annoyed that I have to filter a lot on Ao3 to find stories I will like because it's the second most popular ship. My complaint isn't that it exists so much as it's like my complaint about how Mexican-American restaurants want to put guac on everything when we don't like guac and we have to specify "no guac."

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melzula · 5 years ago

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Date Night

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

notes: you have no idea how excited I was when I saw this request in my inbox

request: Could you write a Fire Lilies blurb about Princess! Reader and Zuko watching the Ember Island's play about their adventure with Aang and the others?

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

When Sokka and Suki had revealed that the Ember Island Players were performing a play about your little group, you had actually been really excited to go. Constant training and preparation for Sozin’s comet was physically and emotionally draining, so a night at the theater with your friends was exactly what you all needed- even if your boyfriend wasn’t too thrilled about the prospect.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! Think of it as a date night,” you try to convince him as the two of you take your seats

“Kind of hard to do that when it’s not just the two of us,” Zuko grumbles only for you to shush him, hugging onto his arm and snuggling up close to his side the moment the curtains draw. He lets out a small sigh and rolls his eyes as the train wreck of a play begins, but there’s a faint blush on his cheeks from how close you are. Despite how terrible he knows this is going to be, he does appreciate being your boyfriend again.

The play is really... something. Though it isn’t exactly what you expected, it’s still entertaining nonetheless. You were nearly brought to tears at the portrayal of Aang, laughing the hardest you ever have in your whole life. Things took a turn though once you and Zuko were introduced. You aren’t a fan of their distasteful take on Uncle Iroh, and Zuko isn’t too thrilled about their portrayal of himself either.

“They make me look totally stiff and humorless,” he complains.

“Actually, I think that actor’s pretty spot-on,” Katara teases smugly.

“How could you say that?!”

“Let’s forget about the Avatar and get massages,” actor Iroh then suggested.

“How could you say that?!” “Zuko” yelled in response, prompting your boyfriend to sink down in his seat with a frown. At that moment an actress emerged from the interior of the ship. She wore a tacky but very large dress with a poorly put together crown made of icicles, swooning at Zuko’s feet and kissing the ground he walked on; the actress was you.

“Oh, how I long to settle down in Ba Sing Se like the selfish, spoiled Princess I am!” She sighed dramatically. “I’m a dirty water rat that betrayed my people so I can follow my true love!”

You wanted to gag at how corny her acting was, but you also wanted to melt into the floor and hide forever at how embarrassing the portrayal was. You try to ignore the quizzical glances your friends send your way, choosing to shield your profile with your hand instead to save yourself from further embarrassment.

“Zuko, pay attention to me!” The Princess on stage whined only for Zuko to keep her at arm’s length.

“Nothing is more important to me than the Avatar!” Actor Zuko rebutted.

“You know, you’re a pretty bad boyfriend,” Sokka points out, and Zuko scowls.

“I wasn’t that bad... was I?” He asks guiltily.

“Umm... you had your moments,” you defend weakly, and Zuko deflates at your response.

“Even though you ignore me I will stay by your side because I’m desperate!” the Princess proclaimed, wrapping herself around Zuko. “And I won’t even use my water bending to help you restore your honor because I’m useless!”

“Oh, boy,” Toph laughs, “it’s like I’m actually there!”

“Still excited about the play?” Zuko whispers to you, and you merely grumble irately in response as you wrap yourself up in the lower half of his cloak.

It’s safe to say the majority of your group finds the play unbearable. From turning Aang into a whimsical immature child to making Katara overly dramatic and emotional, the performance butchers your characters in every way possible. You especially weren’t fond with the siege of the North segment where your selfishness and desperation for Zuko’s love were emphasized the most. They especially loved to highlight the fact that you paled in comparison to Yue as Princess, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth that lasted all the way to intermission.

“So far this intermission is the best part of the play,” Zuko grumbles from where he’s leaned against the railing. You sit by his feet on the stairs, angrily chewing on Sokka’s fire jerky.

“I’m not desperate,” you mutter through a stuffed mouth, “and I’m not selfish either. I’m a great Princess!”

“At least your actress kind of looks like you,” Aang argued. “I’m a woman!”

“Listen friends, it’s obvious that the playwright did his research,” Toph buts in. “I know it must hurt, but what you’re seeing up there on that stage is the truth.”

“Easy for you to say, you haven’t seen how they’re going to butcher your character yet,” you mumble.

Of course Toph ended up being the only member of your group to give her approval to the actor portraying her. You have to admit though, being played by a buff guy is pretty cool, but you could’ve done without the sonic scream. At this point, Zuko’s cloak is now yours as you worm your way underneath it to block out the sound.

“Oh, Zuko!” Actress you cries suddenly. “My mind is telling me that being with you is wrong, but my heart tells me that there’s still good in you! I want to settle down in Ba Sing Se with you and have weird, mutant bender babies!”

You nearly choke on your own spit at the thought of “mutant bender babies,” groaning as your friends begin to laugh. Zuko’s mind is still trying to process the word “babies.”

“My honor has prevented me from keeping you happy, so now I will succumb to your bewitching good looks and live in a dirty earth kingdom city to please you,” the Zuko on stage replies dramatically.

“Bewitching good looks?” Suki teases your blushing boyfriend with a raised brow.

Things start to get uncomfortable with the start of crystal cave scene.

“I’ve had eyes for you since the day you first captured me,” actress Katara swooned, causing both you and Aang to stiffen in your seats.

“I’m sorry, did you flirt with my boyfriend in the crystal caves?” You glare over at Katara before turning your angry gaze to Zuko. He smiles at you sheepishly, frowning when you remove yourself from his cloak and scoot a few inches away from him.

“Well brother, what’s it going to be? Your nation or a life of treachery?” Azula asked.

“Zuko, don’t do it!” The Princess cried. “I love you!”

“You’re a water rat and you’re annoying and also I don’t love you anymore!” The actor yelled in response. The actress playing you bursted into tears before turning them into a “powerful wave” that knocked Zuko off his feet.

“Is that really what happened?” Katara asked the two of you gently, both of you refusing to meet her gaze. He tries to reach for your hand to comfort you only for you to pull it away. It isn’t a pleasant memory to revisit, and seeing it played out for you again makes things tense.

The second intermission is even worse, though a little boy dressed as Aang does tell you that you’re so much prettier than the real Princess y/n, so that’s a plus. But the ending of the terrible, horrible, awful play leaves your group shaken. You can’t seem to stay mad at Zuko anymore, not after watching his “death” on stage.

“Oh, Zuko,” you murmur softly at the sight of him being consumed by the flames, and your boyfriend wraps a comforting arm around your figure in response. He’s equally just as shaken.

Your group is mostly silent as you leave the theater, Zuko and yourself trailing behind just slightly as you walk along the sand.

“Are you alright?” He asks gently.

“The other stuff I was mad about was stupid, and I know things are different now. But... watching you die?”

“I know,” he murmurs thoughtfully.

“Remind me never to go to another Ember Island play ever again,” you groan, smiling weakly as he drapes his cloak over your shoulders and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Gladly.”

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asunshinepuff · 4 years ago

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Secrets of the Darkened Seas

🧜🏻‍♀️ Hello! Welcome to chapter five! Please please please give a like and follow to my co-author and best friend Luna ( @epithymiahua ) because this story would not be where it’s at without her help! She’s incredible and deserves so much credit for working on this alongside me cause she works so hard. And I feel horrible that she isn’t getting the credit deserves. Just a small reminder that the next chapter will be posted on Luna’s blog!

This chapter features a mention of poisoning, it’s quite brief and only about paragraph but nonetheless here’s your warning. Also, if you have any questions about swords and the reasoning behind Min-Jun’s sword having a name, feel free to ask Luna on her blog, she is great at explaining the lore behind it all and very patient to help you understand.

As always, a reminder that there is some lore included within this, however, it will be explained over time so no worries. There are very subtle mentions of lore within the previous chapters so perhaps read back and see if you can catch it.

Under the guise of Fantastic Nautical Creatures by Newt Scamander, the included lore on different types of merfolk will as always, be taken from the book “The Secret World of Mermaids” by Francine Rose. We will not take credit for its writing. It’s a childhood book of mine that I adore dearly and sincerely think you should all check out!

Also! Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list so that you don’t miss a new chapter! Anyways, that’s about it. I hope you enjoy!

If you’ve missed any chapters here’s the link to the masterlist for this story Secrets of the Darkened Seas 🧜🏻‍♀️

Chapter 5: The Sea Serpent’s Venom

Everything happened in a span of mere seconds. Regulus and Tadase both woke up in fear, the crew claimed their weapons, the boys were pulled away by Opal and hidden away, Remus drew his sword, Sirius’ sword clanged against his, and the invading pirates boarded the Dragon’s Pearl.

Remus glared at the offending man, he stepped back when other pirates began to draw closer. One of the pirates stood next to Sirius Black. He was lean and tall, he wore round spectacles, light skin, the most unruly black hair Remus had ever seen, and a sword at the ready.

Remus blocked the first to his head, retaliating by swinging his sword. The pirate in spectacles charged at Quinn, who only smirked in response. Easily dancing around the younger pirate, disarming him rather quickly by grabbing the spectacles of the pirate. The man yelled out in surprise, shouting at the unfairness of it all.

Another pirate, this time a woman with bright green eyes and fiery red hair, charged after Opal. Having just joined the fray, she quickly blocked a blow to her side. She was not amused, nor did she want to deal with practical children, minus Remus of course, trying to steal their ship.

“Where is he?!” Sirius snarled out, his sword pressed against Remus’.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” He snapped in return. Pushing his sword down against the Black.

“Don’t play coy, I know your captain kidnapped my brother!” Sirius pulled his sword free and twirled it with his wrist. “Kidnapped?! My captain practically saved him!” Remus widened his stance, putting the hilt of his sword to his chest.

Sirius didn’t even bother to respond to that, only frowning at the answer Remus gave him. He surged forward again, aiming for Remus’ torso. He blocked and began to advance while Sirius began to retreat to the stairs. He was heading for the Captain’s quarters. In a moment of quick thinking, Remus threw his sword. Sirius found himself pinned to the wall- Remus’ sword piercing his sleeve to the wood of the railing.

Sirius tugged his wrist, trying to pull free, he glared at Remus who only offered a smirk in return. His expression falters at the sight of a young lanky man with dusty blonde hair and grey eyes. The young man’s eyes darted around nervously, he quickly ran towards Sirius, handing the object in his arms to him.

It was Min-Jun’s sword, the one with a dark green sheath with gold accents. Dú hǎi. Remus paled. The lanky boy had snuck into the Captain’s quarters. Sirius smirked, taking the hilt of the sword.

The crew of the Dragon’s Pearl paused, watching Sirius. With all of the attention on him, Sirius spoke.

“I’ll be taking over this ship, unless you hand over Regulus Black. If you don’t, I’ll have the Dragon’s Pearl kill you all.” The crew merely looked at the Black in confusion.

Sirius frowns, he lifts the sword up for the crew to see. “See this! This sword controls the ship, and I hold the sword.”

Remus looked to Quinn, an intense desire to wring the young Black’s neck was clear upon his face. Quinn merely shook his head, sheathing his sword, and leaned against the railing. Remus only looked at Sirius as if he was watching a child wave a stick and calling it a magic wand.

Sirius’ brows frowned further into frustration at the lack of a response from the crew, in anger, he pulls the sword from its sheath. Instantly dropping the sword, blood dripping to the deck. Sirius clutched his hand tightly, a tiny metallic gold snake with emerald eyes wrapped its body around Sirius’ wrist, its fangs piercing the skin.

The metallic gold snake released its fangs, leaving two puncture holes, uncoiling its body, and it fell to the floor. Then slithered its way to the hilt of the sword where it fits perfectly to the deep grooves of the metal hilt that had appeared to have lost a large piece. The snake froze and became inanimate once more. Its emerald eyes shimmering.

Sirius looked to Remus and Quinn. His vision began to fog up around the edges, his mind felt heavy. “What did you do to me? What is that sword?!”

“Us? We’ve done nothing.” Quinn replied with a shrug.

Remus sheathed his sword and walked forward. His expression was neutral as the crew began to drive out the remaining pirates who had grown in fear at the sight of the sword’s snake coming to life. “That sword, is called Dú hǎi.”

Sirius fell to his knees, he looked up to Remus. “What the bloody hell does that have to do with anything?!”

Remus remains passive. “Dú hǎi translates to Venomous Sea.” He crouched down next to the pirate. “You were bitten by the spirit of the sword, and now have its venom running in your veins.”

The pirate glared at Remus. “Give me the antidote!”

“I don’t have it, only the White Sea Serpent has it,” Remus answered calmly.

Sirius froze, he had heard that title before. The White Sea Serpent was a man who had vanquished many pirates and had a magical sword that only served one master. “Who is he?! Where can I find him to give me the antidote!?”

“He’s my captain,” Remus smirked. “Captain Min-Jun Hua. And I doubt he would give someone like you the antidote. He doesn’t take too kindly to trespassers on his ship.”

Sirius struggled to keep his eyes open, his heart began to slow, he fell to his side. Quinn walked forward.

“You got bitten by the White Sea Serpent mate. You’ll become legendary if you survive. Which you won’t since its venom is hell without the antidote.” He leans down to grin at the pirate. “You’d best start praying my captain returns soon, eh?”

Sirius couldn’t respond, he fell unconscious. Quinn tsks, shaking his head. He stood, “Take him to the infirmary, make sure he stays alive long enough for Min-Jun to arrive.”

The crew gets to work. Remus watches them drag Sirius away, his arms crossed. “Defeated by the captain’s sword when the captain was nowhere in sight. What a terrible way to die. He doesn’t even have the honor to die with the captain present. How tragic.”

“Well, now you know how it looks in person. This is why no one has managed to take the ship.” Quinn adds, he grabs the fallen sword, speaking quietly to it. A small hiss answers in return, Quinn resheaths the sword.

“I’ll go check on the children. They got quite the scare.” Remus offered. He personally wanted to make sure the children weren’t harmed during the fight.

“Alright, try to get some sleep,” Quinn adds as he looks to the ship that was sailing away. “His own crew left him, not that I blame them. They wouldn’t even be able to help him.” Quinn turned to the infirmary. Dú hǎi in his hand.

When Remus joined the children, Brielle had taken to hiding Regulus as well. She snarled when the cabin door opened, but stopped when she saw that it was Remus.

“How are they?” Remus asked softly, kneeling on the ground. The mermaid had not spoken once, but it was clear she could understand them. The mermaid only communicated with Remus telepathically, but even then Remus still struggled to understand the complex mer language.

Brielle simply looked to her right, the children were huddled under a blanket. She looked back to Remus, her eyes turning silver as she spoke to Remus telepathically.

Remus instantly raised his hands to try to stop her, his head shaking. “Alright, I understand. Please stop doing that, it feels so loud my head might burst.” He looks to Brielle who’s shoulders slumped. He sighs. “At least until I know about your language.”

Brielle looks away, her hair falling over her shoulder. Remus turned his attention to the blanket, lifting it up a tad to peek at the children underneath. Two pairs of wide eyes stared back at him. Remus couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you both alright?” The boys nod. Tadase crawls out from the blanket, curling up to the older mer’s side. Purring contentedly. Regulus crawled out as well, hesitantly watching the two mers interact, it looked like he wanted comfort too.

Without warning, Remus pulled Regulus onto his lap, hugging him tightly. Regulus struggled to pull himself free, but gradually came to a stop. The child’s shoulders began to shake, before he began to sob.

Remus only rubbed his back in an attempt to soothe him. A sigh leaving his lips, he was angry. Regulus had been so small and thin, he hadn’t spoken a single word for nearly all four days. Only flinching whenever someone mentioned the Blacks. What had they done to him?

“He feels abandoned.” Remus snapped his head up, eyes wide as he looked to the mermaid. She had spoken. In english!

Brielle looked undisturbed with her sudden ability to speak. She watched the boy closely. “I feel, loneliness from him. He feels abandoned.”

Remus frowned. He wasn’t surprised. The Blacks all but unloved the frail boy in his arms. Regulus was neglected for so long, it must have felt like rejection and abandonment. Brielle tilts her head, the mer child in her arms has fallen asleep. Gently, she places Tadase down beside her. She turns to Remus, her arms stretched, reaching for Regulus.

“I’ll sing. To help him sleep. No more nightmares.”

Remus’ eyes widened in surprise. “Mermaid’s can be rid of nightmares?”

Brielle nodded. “Mothers do, for their babies. I will do it for him.” She pulls the boy into her arms, her clawed hands were so gentle, it amazed Remus how such a fierce creature could become so gentle and tender to others. He had much to learn about his fellow mers it seemed.

Once settled comfortably upon her lap, Brielle began to sing. And her lullaby soothed out the frown on his face, falling deep into sleep. Tadase curled closer to her. Her lullaby seemed to calm the rage within Remus’ own mind, and all the crew slept well for the first time in days. Even Sirius Black who was fighting for his life, the pain seemed to dull.

Her song reached everyone aboard the Dragon’s Pearl.

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merinnan · 4 years ago

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Fic Tag Game

Grabbed from @hils79, because it looked like fun.

Name: Merinnan, which I’ve gone by for... fifteen years now, I think? Prior to that, I mostly used Calicia (and sometimes Zoi).

Fandoms: Like Hils, I’m only going to list the fandoms I’ve actually written fic for.

Star Trek: My very first fandom, and the one I’ve written the most fics for (so far - I suspect that DMBJ will overtake it. It certainly already has in terms of word count). I was (and am still) primarily a DS9 fan, and was a huge Kira/Dukat and Garak/Bashir shipper back in the day. Most of my Trekfics are DS9 fics, but I also dabbled a little bit in TOS and TNG, and had one or two crackfic crossovers that involved Voyager characters. Discovery has tempted me with a few fic ideas, but I haven’t written anything for it yet.

Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon: aka, the show that first had me seriously questioning my sexuality. Look, Haruka and Michiru are #goals, don’t judge me. This is also where my Zoi name came from, after the first season villain Zoisite, whom I cosplayed several times. Unsurprisingly, my main ships are HaruMichi and KunZoi. Despite this fact, neither of my published Sailormoon fics are HaruMichi.

Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040: A short-lived fandom, but one I still liked enough to write a fic for and get the OST CD.

World of Warcraft: I wouldn’t say I’m really part of the fandom, per se, but I’ve been playing since the dying days of Burning Crusade, am a huge lore nerd, and started writing a crossover fic that is currently on indefinite hiatus. I do plan to come back and finish it, but first RL got in the way, and now I have to try and remember where I’d actually been planning to go with it.

A Court of Thorns and Roses: That crossover fic I just mentioned? Yeah, this is what it’s a crossover with. ACoTaR fandom went sleepy for awhile, but it’s back up and kicking now that A Court of Silver Flames is out - if any of you are still following me, it’s great to see everyone active again! To the surprise of no-one who knows me, I’m a big Nessian shipper.

Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling / The Untamed: I came to this fandom via ACoTaR, actually, after a certain person (hi, @rhysand-vs-fenrys!) wouldn’t stop gushing about it :-) This is the fandom that really and seriously got me back into regular fic writing again after 15-ish years. I’m a multishipper here, and have written / am writing WangXian, NieLan, XiCheng, XuanLi, and XiSang.

Guardian / Zhen Hun: MDZS fandom led me to Guardian, which, along with DMBJ, has devoured my life in a way that hasn’t happened since my Star Trek days, and I love it! WeiLan is my major ship, but I’m also quite fond of the DaMian life raft.

Zhu Yilong: Yes, I’m going to list a person as a fandom. Zhu Yilong is one of the stars of Guardian, and is both incredibly pretty and an incredibly talented actor. So much so that I have suffered through some truly terrible dramas just to watch him in them. I do not write Z1L-fic, since RPF of living people is a personal squick of mine, but I am working on a massive crossover fic of most of his characters.

Mo Du: Guardian led me along to more of Priest’s works, such as Mo Du, which is now officially my favourite book, and I adore the main WenZhou ship. The Mo Du fandom right now is pretty tiny, and I’m still working on my first fic for it, but I hope that it will grow with the donghua due out this year, and the drama having just started filming.

Daomu Biji / The Lost Tomb: I initially came into this fandom because of Zhu Yilong, who played Wu Xie in the Reboot / Reunion / Chongqi drama, and then I got sucked into the fandom pit of all of the books and dramas and spinoffs, and it’s wonderful and fantastic. I have written so much for it, and have so much more planned. PingXie and PingXieSang are my main ships here, but I’m also a HeiHua fan, and very much enjoying the RiSang pool noodle that @kholran created.

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort and crack are my major ones.

Fic I spent most time on: A toss-up between Endings and Beginnings and Reunion, both DS9 fics. Endings and Beginnings is an alternate ending to the show, while Reunion is a Gul Dukat-centric fic set around, oh, season 5ish? Both were written for and initially published in print fanzines, so in addition to time spent writing, there was a lot of back and forth for editing, etc.

Favourite fic(s) you’ve written: Look, I honestly couldn’t say. I like most of the fics I’ve written, and there are several that I’m really proud of and really like.

Fic I spent least time on: Silent Graves, a super angsty DMBJ/Lost Tomb Xiaoge fic. I think I wrote it in like 15 minutes.

Longest fic: Cat’s Paw, a DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXieSang canon rewrite fic I co-wrote with @xantissa, at 247 826 words. For fics written by just me, not with a co-writer, then that would be Nevermore, my WIP MDZS/CQL XiCheng Pacific Rim AU, at 22 276 words and counting.

Shortest fic: Every entry in my DS9 Drabbles series, with each one at exactly 100 words. Although if you count them as a quintdrabble, then Indiscretion (a DS9 missing scene vignette about Gul Dukat, set during the episode of the same name) at 169 words.

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks/subscriptions: The answer to all of these is either Cat’s Paw or Nevermore, so I’m going to give the next highest.

Hits: Those who fear darkness have never seen what light can do, a DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXie supernatural AU fic co-written with xantissa.

Since this fic also takes the highest kudos, bookmarks, and subscriptions after Cat’s Paw/Nevermore, I’ll skip to the next fic along on each of those.

Kudos: Stars fall like diamonds, a DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXie missing scene fic from Reboot/Reunion/Chongqi.

Bookmarks: A Knight in Bloody Armour, another DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXieSang supernatural AU fic (but a different supernatural AU) co-written with xantissa.

Comments: Ears and Other Related Calamities, yet another DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXieSang supernatural AU fic (of a different again supernatural AU) co-written with xantissa.

Subscriptions: The Rescue Job, a Guardian WeiLan Leverage AU, currently at one chapter complete and posted out of a planned five chapters.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: We have plans for a prequel and a sequel to A Knight in Bloody Armour, and a spinoff fic for The Zhang Identity (a DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXie AU that is complete but not yet posted. It will be posted in April as part of the Small Fandoms Big Bang).

Share a bit of a WIP: This is from an as-yet-unnamed post-canon fix-it fic for the Guardian drama:

It was hurting again. Zhao Yunlan curled up into a tight ball under the hospital blankets, trying to ignore it enough to try to get back to sleep. He knew it wouldn't work, because he couldn't remember a time when it ever did, but it was always worth a shot, right? He squeezed his eyes shut and held himself tightly for a few...moments? Minutes?...before grabbing his stuffed cat and clutching it while he forced himself to breathe deep, slow breaths the way the doctors back in Spring City had taught him.

Eventually, the pain died back down to its usual dull ache, the one that was bearable and let him play, and watch TV, and do school lessons with his mother. One day, she said, they'd find a doctor who knew what was wrong, why he hurt all the time, and the doctor would give him medicine that would keep the worst pain away so that he could go to an actual school and meet more kids than the ones who lived in their apartment block or who frequented the same playground that he liked to go to.

Zhao Yunlan tried closing his eyes again, seeing if he could go back to sleep, but he was far too awake now. He sighed, sitting up in bed and looking around the room. Again. It was just like the hospital rooms in Spring City, and in Kiyota City. He figured that if the doctors here in Tomorrow Mountains couldn't help, his parents would take him to yet another city, and the hospital rooms there would probably look the same, too.

Then, over the faint beeping of hospital equipment, and the quiet murmurs further down the corridor of nurses at the nurse station or seeing to other patients, he heard a soft sniffling sound, like someone was trying not to cry too loudly. He picked up his stuffed cat and looked at it.

"What do you think, Dead Cat?" he asked it. "Should we go and find them?"

Dead Cat didn't answer, of course, but that didn't stop Zhao Yunlan from assuming that it agreed with him, and slipping out of bed. His feet touched the cold tile floor with barely a sound, and, still holding Dead Cat tightly, Zhao Yunlan padded over to the door. He looked up and down the corridor, then left his room to track down the sniffling noise.

He wasn't surprised that it came from the next room. He was surprised that it came from another kid, a boy who looked to be about his age, huddled in bed and wiping his eyes.

"Hi," Zhao Yunlan whispered. The other boy looked up in surprise, then stopped to clutch his chest as he began to cough. Once he'd finished coughing, Zhao Yunlan and Dead Cat were perched on the end of his bed.

"I'm Zhao Yunlan, and this is Dead Cat." He held up Dead Cat, moving one of the paws to wave hello. "What's your name?"

The boy wiped his eyes again. "Shen Ye."

I tag: ALL OF YOU! Are you a writer who hasn’t done this yet? Consider yourself tagged if you want to be.

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ceealaina · 5 years ago

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Title: Still Anticipating Love Collaborator Name: ceealaina Card Number: 3088 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Cock-Blocking Bots Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Teen Major Tags: 5 + 1, Fluff and Humour, Protective Bots, Love Confessions Gone Wrong Summary: Five (plus one) different times over the years that Rhodey's attempted to show Tony how he feels about him, only to end up foiled by the bots. (But it's hard to really be upset when they just happen to love Tony as much as Rhodey does.) Word Count: 3993

Rhodey drew in slow, deep breaths as he made his way across campus, doing his best to quell the fireworks that seemed to be going off in his stomach. After spending months ignoring his feelings, and then a few more weeks dancing around them, and then a few days finally coming to terms with it, he had decided that this was it. Today was the day that he was going to tell Tony about his feelings for him.

He almost turned back three different times, his nerves getting the better of him. But somehow he made himself keep going, and before he knew it he was standing in front of the door to Tony’s rented lab space, drawing in one last deep breath for courage.

“Tones?” he called, stepping through the doorway. “You in here?”

“Rhodey!” Tony popped up from behind a table, face lit up in manic delight. “Just the man I wanted to see!” He practically bounced across the room, grabbing his arm and getting all up in his space in a way that made Rhodey swallow hard and fight back a shiver. “I did it, honeybear!”

“Did what?”

“Just… Just watch, wait.” He pulled Rhodey back closer to the door, and then made a show of clearing his throat. “Dum-E?” he called, and the machine he’d been working on for months lit up. “Come here!”

Dum-E whirred to life and then, to Rhodey’s surprise, he started rolling across the floor -- in the opposite direction to Tony and Rhodey.

“Shit, no!” Tony protested, but he was laughing and sounded pleased. “Wrong way, you doofus, over here.”

There was a pause, and then Dum-E spun on his wheels and started trundling over, going the right way this time. He stilled when he reached them, and Tony threw his arms around the claw neck.

“Aw yeah,” Tony crooned. “You did it, Dum-E! Who’s my big strong robot, huh?”

He turned to Rhodey then, his entire face lit up in a bright, beaming smile, looking as happy as he’d ever seen him. Rhodey couldn’t have kept himself from smiling back if he tried, feeling a little weak in the face of it. He could hear his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears, and god, he just loved him so much.

“I did it, Rhodey,” Tony was saying. “He responds to voice commands. I built a learning, thinking robot. And the wrong direction thing was just a glitch, I swear. He’s gonna get so much better.”

He was watching Rhodey expectantly, that hopeful look on his face that Rhodey knew meant he just wanted someone to be proud of him, even if he’d never admit that out loud, and Rhodey knew this wasn’t the right time to tell him. Feeling a weird mixture of relief and disappointment, Rhodey beamed back at him. “He’s already perfect, Tones,” he assured him, wrapping him in a hug. Tony immediately melted into it, and Rhodey felt pleasantly warm all over. “He’s amazing.”

Just like you.

***

Rhodey was grinning like an idiot as he ran up the front steps to the Stark Mansion, but he didn’t much care. He hadn’t seen Tony since his parents’ funeral just over a year, and he had missed him like crazy. They had talked as often as possible, had even taken to writing letters (despite Tony’s complaints about both being allergic to penmanship, and the speed of the postal service), but it hadn’t been the same. Rhodey had half expected that his crush might fade with some distance between them, but instead he’d missed Tony in a way that he hadn’t ever experienced before, like an aching hole in his chest, and it had only gotten stronger the longer they’d been apart. It was almost embarrassingly sappy, but he figured that was as good an indication as any that it was true love.

Bouncing impatiently as he waited for someone to answer the door, he fidgeted with the little box in his hands. It was a completely goofy gift -- he’d met a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy and so on until he’d managed to get his hands on a discarded nut from the Voyager 2 spacecraft -- but he knew it was exactly the kind of thing that Tony would nerd out over. He couldn’t wait to see Tony’s face when he opened it. And he was hoping that Tony would recognize it as more than just a piece of metal, would see the intentions behind it and then, when Rhodey told him how he felt, he wouldn’t be completely taken off guard. Because he knew he had to tell him, felt like he might explode if he didn’t.

The door swung open then, Jarvis welcoming him in with a warm, pleased smile, looking almost relieved. Rhodey did his best to be polite, but he wasn’t sure if he’d succeeded. Jarvis didn’t seem to mind at least, still smiling as he directed him to where Tony was apparently busy in his workshop. Rhodey had only been here a handful of times -- it hadn’t exactly been Tony’s top vacation destination in school -- but he knew the way instinctively, taking the stairs to the basement at a run.

“Tony?” he called. The lights were dim for some reason, and he blinked as he stumbled into the room before his eyes had properly adjusted. “Guess who’s back, baby?” He waved the little box in his air. “And I brought you prese-ah, fuck!” he hollered as he was suddenly doused in a thick, bubblegum scented foam. “What the fuck?”

A second later the room was flooded with bright light, nearly blinding Rhodey, and there were footsteps coming toward him.

“Honeybear?” Tony said, sounding a little shell shocked. “Oh shit, okay. Just… Hang on a second. Don’t open your eyes! And, uh… Try not to breathe too deep either.”

He was gone before Rhodey could question what the hell that meant. Left sightless, Rhodey listened to the sounds of Tony’s footsteps, disappearing to the far side of the room. There were sounds of scrambling, and then water running, and then he was jogging back over again. Rhodey nearly jumped at the feeling of Tony’s hand, warm against his upper back, and then again when a cool cloth was pressed against his face, sliding carefully over his eyes with painstakingly gentle motions. When they felt clear, and Tony gave him the okay, Rhodey blinked them carefully open. Tony was staring back at him, his own eyes wide and concerned, though that was starting to ease a bit.

“Hey,” he said, his smile uneven. “Sorry about that.”

Rhodey smiled back, but felt his heart sink. Tony looked terrible; there were dark circles under his eyes, he was way skinnier than Rhodey had remembered him being, and he was pretty sure he could smell alcohol on his breath. None of this had been in Tony’s letters, and Rhodey couldn’t help wondering what else he’d been missing over the past year. Suddenly the relieved look on Jarvis’ face made a bit more sense.

He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, beginning with, ‘what the actual hell?’ but Tony was watching him nervously, and Rhodey could practically see the anxiety spreading across his face. He sighed, scrubbing a hand through the foam still gathered in his short hair. “What was that?”

“Oh, uh…” Tony rubbed at the back of his neck, smiling that same crooked smile. “I was working on a new, non-lethal thief deterrent? There’s so much proprietary information here, and Dad had this crazy organization system that I don’t understand, and there are so many people and they all want things…” He scrubbed a hand through his hair, making it stand up wildly. “So I thought, you know, I could train Dum-E? If he sees something he determines as a threat, like a weapon or something, he’s supposed to douse them with this foam that’ll stop them long enough for me to get away or call the police or set off an alarm of whatever. But uh, I’m still working on the formula for the deterrent, and then, you know, it’s Dum-E, so getting him to understand what constitutes a threat is pretty much impossible. Right now it’s just about anything that’s bigger than a wallet. You definitely shouldn’t have been on the list.” His rambling trailed off, still looking nervous but also so relieved to see him that for a moment Rhodey thought he might actually start to cry.

“Okay,” Rhodey said, offering Tony a smile in return. “Does it have to smell like bubblegum though?”

Tony gave a startled laugh, and then he was launching himself at Rhodey, wrapping his arms around his neck and practically crawling into his lap, foam and all. Rhodey returned the hug automatically, feeling Tony’s back shudder a little as he pressed his face into his neck.

“God I missed you, Rhodey,” he whispered, voice cracking.

Rhodey cast one last glance at the box he’d wrapped so carefully, now lying forgotten on the floor. This wasn’t the day for love confessions.

He wrapped his arms tighter around Tony’s back instead. “I missed you too, Tones.”

***

Rhodey frowned as he stepped through the front door of the Malibu mansion, but the lights stayed dim. “Uhh…” He blinked into the dark space. “Hey, J? You offline or something?”

“I can assure you that I am fully functional, Captain Rhodes,” JARVIS replied. “Welcome back to Malibu,” he added after a beat, and Rhodey’s frown deepened, because he could swear that JARVIS sounded… Colder than usual.

Telling himself it was his imagination, Rhodey waited a moment. There was no additional commentary from JARVIS, and he sighed. “Could I get some light, maybe?”

JARVIS didn’t actually respond, but after a few seconds the lights came on, just a little too dim to be quite comfortable.

“Okayyy,” Rhodey muttered. He shook his head. “Where’s Tony?”

“Sir is indisposed at the moment, Captain Rhodes.”

“Indisposed?” Rhodey repeated, taken aback. He’d been talking to Tony less than an hour ago, he’d known he was on his way over, and while it wasn’t exactly uncommon for him to get distracted with something and forget, Rhodey was always given full access to everything. “What do you mean, he’s indisposed? And I’m a Major now, JARVIS, you know that. What the hell is going on?”

There was another long silence before JARVIS spoke again. “Sir has been encouraging me to consume media and information, to help me better understand the human experience.”

“Uh huh…” Rhodey knew that; Tony had mentioned as much to Rhodey, talking about how he wanted JARVIS to learn and make his own conclusions independent of what Tony thought or believed. “And?”

“And I’ve noticed similarities between your own actions and behaviours in certain popular media.”

Rhodey arched an eyebrow, flopping down on the long sofa and folding his arms over his chest. “I’m not following.”

“I believe, Major Rhodes, that this is the point in which I ask what, exactly, your intentions are with Sir.”

Rhodey choked on air. “My intentions?” he repeated incredulously. “Are you threatening me? What the fuck, J? I’ve literally known you since you were born.” And then he clued into what, exactly, JARVIS was saying. “Holy shit,” he hissed, looking around frantically in case Tony had suddenly wandered into earshot. “You… I mean, you can… How… You know??”

JARVIS sounded confused. “It was a simple matter of observing your behaviours and comparing them to the media for analysis, and then observing the physical changes to your body when in proximity to Sir -- primarily a mildly elevated heart and respiratory rate.”

“Oh my god,” Rhodey moaned, burying his hands in his face. “How is this my life?”

“For what it’s worth,” JARVIS offered. “I believe Sir remains unaware of your feelings toward him.”

“Yeah, no,” Rhodey agreed, still mumbling into his hands. “That is a fact that I am all too aware of.” He heaved in a deep sigh before letting his arms drop back down to his sides. “Okay JARVIS. So first, we’re gonna have to have a talk sometime about monitoring people’s vitals without their knowledge or consent. But, uh, in answer to your first question…” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “Shit, J, you gotta know by now that all I want is for Tony to be happy. That’s all I care about. Everything else is just… Whatever.”

“And you think that he would be happy with you?”

“I think that ship has sailed,” Rhodey admitted, feeling a pang in his chest as he finally said the words out loud. “It’s been years. If something was gonna happen… I think we’d have found our way there by now.”

It was quiet for long enough that Rhodey thought JARVIS had gone into sleep mode, or whatever AIs did in lieu of unconsciousness. He was about to try his luck again at figuring out where Tony was in this ridiculous palace of a home when JARVIS spoke again.

“Well,” he said, his voice warmer. “I wouldn’t give up hope entirely, Major Rhodes.”

***

Rhodey and Tony were sprawled in the front seat of one of Tony’s roadsters, two and a half movies deep into their Evil Dead marathon. Like the dork he was, Tony had decided they were going to project the movies onto the wall of his workshop, so they could watch from the car like they were in some kind of 1960s drive-in.

He hated how much he loved him sometimes.

RIght now though, he was feeling lazy and satisfied, full on pizza and wings, and just the right side of tipsy on the beer he’d brought, laughing as Tony recited the movie word for word, complete with altering his voice to try and mimic the characters.

Stretching out his arms and back (and resisting the urge to take advantage of the movement and hook his arm over Tony’s shoulders, because he wasn’t twelve), Rhodey kicked his feet up on the dash, shifting on the seat a little in the process.

“Hey,” Tony protested, not actually sounding that concerned. “That’s a custom dash, asshole. Feet off. Or else.”

“Oh yeah?” Rhodey snickered. “Or else what?”

He rolled his head to face Tony, eyebrow arched, and then blinked. Tony was much closer than he’d realized. He’d slunk down in the seat, leaving him a few inches lower than Rhodey, and he was looking up at him with lazy, hooded eyes. He was Rhodey’s favourite version of Tony, comfortable, and happy, and beautiful, and his breath caught a little at the sight of him.

Something changed in Tony’s expression then, his eyes narrowing slightly like he was trying to get a read on Rhodey. Whatever he saw made him swallow, tongue sliding out over his upper lip. Rhodey couldn’t tear his eyes away, only vaguely aware of the fact that he was moving closer and closer to him. Tony didn’t seem to mind, lips parting slightly before he shifted just enough to face him more squarely. Rhodey could feel his heart racing as Tony got closer, eyes dark, and --

There was an almighty crash from the corner. Tony pulled away, whipping his head around to stare over the back of the car, eyes going wide. “U!” he cried, launching himself over the back of the car. Rhodey let his forehead fall against the seat of the car for just a moment before looking up to where U had apparently managed to crash into the wall and tip herself over.

“Seriously?” he whispered to himself before climbing out of the car to help Tony get her righted.

***

Rhodey hadn’t been able to get that almost kiss out of his mind. At first he’d thought he’d imagined the moment, that his horniness had taken what was a normal, friendly moment between the two of them and twisted into something more. He didn’t think that was it though. There had been something in Tony’s eyes when he’d leaned toward him, something hopeful and yearning. And then there had been that look he had given him as they’d called it a night, looking, well, sad, like he’d missed an opportunity.

Rhodey had been so convinced that any romantic feelings on his part were unrequited that he almost wasn’t sure what to do with the idea that they might not be. But he knew, no matter how many times he’d failed before, if there was even a sliver of a chance that Tony felt the same way, he had to at least try and confess his feelings.

Of course, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t change the circumstances as much as possible.

Rhodey waited until he knew with absolute certainty that Tony was out of town, settled solidly in Hong Kong for five days worth of meetings with no quick way back to California. Then he headed for the Malibu mansion, waiting for JARVIS to get through his cursory greetings.

“J? I need your help.”

Tony shuffled in the front door, exhausted. It had been a long week of meetings, and things going wrong, and while he wasn’t generally much of a sleeper, all he could think about was crawling into bed and sleeping for the next three days.

“Hey J,” he mumbled, dropping his briefcase right there inside the door. “‘S good to be home.”

“Welcome back, Sir,” JARVIS replied, his familiar voice soothing something in Tony. “Uh, Sir, if I could direct you to the workshop, your assistance is required.”

Tony couldn’t help his groan. “Come on, J. I left you in charge. Can’t you handle it?”

“Sir, it’s absolutely imperative,” JARVIS told him. There was an almost imperceptible pause before he continued. “DUM-E is a hazard to himself.”

Cursing under his breath, Tony headed for the stairs, stomping his way down to the ‘shop and then glowering when the lights stayed dark. “JARVIS? What the fuck? Are you malfunctioning or something?”

Then the lights came on all at once, and Tony found himself blinking at the sight in front of him, wondering if he’d fallen asleep on the flight home and was, in fact, dreaming. “The fuck?” he whispered, a slow smile crawling over his face.

Rhodey was standing on the far side of the room, lined up beside Dum-E and U, all three of them holding signs. Dum-E’s read ‘WILL YOU,’ U’s said, ‘GO OUT,’ and with a crooked smile, Rhodey was holding up his own sign reading, ‘WITH ME?’

Dum-E’s sign was upside down.

Tony started laughing, couldn’t help himself. “You serious with this, Rhodes?” he asked, not even trying to hide how absolutely delighted he was. “This is some sappy shit, even for you.”

Rhodey shrugged, unapologetic. “Tony, you have no idea how many times I’ve tried to say something to you, and it seemed like every time your kids got in the way. So I figured… Maybe it would be easier if I got them to literally spell it out.”

Tony cleared his throat, feeling his throat go tight. “Only you, Rhodes,” he said, his voice rough.

Rhodey huffed out a laugh, then shifted a little awkwardly, a tinge of nervousness creeping into his smile. “So?” he prompted. “Is that a yes?”

“Are you kidding?” Tony demanded. Without waiting another moment, he strode forward, hauled the sign out of Rhodey’s hands, and wrapped his arms around his neck. Meeting Rhodey’s eyes steadily, he didn’t bother hiding the way his own were tearing up slightly. “Definitely, one hundred percent, a million yeses, would you hurry up and kiss me already cause I’ve been waiting like fifteen years to find out what your mouth tastes like, and -- mmph!”

Tony made a startled noise as Rhodey cut him off with a kiss. An instant later, he was moaning softly instead, curling his hands tighter over Rhodey’s back as he returned it, slow and soft and perfect. When they pulled back a few moments later, neither one of them could stop grinning at each other.

“I um…” Rhodey hesitated a moment, twisting his face up like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to tell Tony this or not. “I asked the bots for permission to ask you out? They gave us their blessings, so we’re all good there.”

Tony couldn’t help laughing, still giggling as he kissed Rhodey again, harder this time. “God, only you,” he muttered. “Nobody else would even think to do anything like that. I love you so much.”

And probably it was too soon to be saying that, when they hadn’t even been on a single date, but if anything it felt overdue. And judging by the look on Rhodey’s face, he felt the same.

“I love you too, Tones.”

***BONUS***

Rhodey resisted the urge to yelp as Tony pulled into the garage at a breakneck speed, parking the Audi haphazardly in its spot. “God, c’mere,” he mumbled, grabbing Rhodey by the tie and yanking him across the seat to kiss him, hot and heavy and wanting. “Fuck, you were so hot tonight. Love the way you look in a suit.”

Fingers scrabbling at Tony’s chest, Rhodey let himself be manhandled, moaning into Tony’s mouth as they made out all hungry and desperate. He yanked at Tony’s shirt, hauling it out of his pants and getting it most of the way unbuttoned before he remembered himself and pulled back so he was breathing hard against his lips instead.

“No, no wait,” he protested, head tilting automatically as Tony started to bite down his jaw. “Not here, come on. Last time we did this in the car, you bitched for a week straight about the stains on the upholstery.”

Tony snickered against his neck, the sound turning to a hum as he slid the palm of his hand up Rhodey’s thigh. “I can’t help it if you look incredibly good in my car,” he insisted, pulling back to grin at Rhodey with dark eyes. “Come on, honey. I promise not to bitch you out this time.” He leaned forward to kiss him again, thumbing at Rhodey’s nipple through his dress shirt as he did. For a minute Rhodey almost gave in, distracted by how good Tony felt against his skin.

“No, come on,” he said, reaching his hand down Tony’s open shirt and scratching blunt nails over his abs. “I got plans for you. Wanna take you apart. Take my time, stretch you out on the bed and fucking ruin you.”

Tony stared at him, and then, with a high-pitched wheezing noise, started nodding almost frantically. “Yes,” he said quickly. “Yes, please, let’s go.”

The two of them tumbled out of the car, heading for the stairs, and only made it as far as the closest table before Rhodey had to haul Tony in for another kiss. He pressed him up hard against the metal, shoving a thigh between his legs and grinning against his lips when Tony practically melted against him. Tony’s long fingers grabbed at his shirt, pulling it up to get at the bare skin of his back before sliding them lower, moving beneath the waistband of Rhodey’s dress pants to grope at his ass. Rhodey thrust his hips up against him and then cupped Tony through his pants in retaliation, biting at his lips.

“Fuck, Tones,” he mumbled. “Driving me crazy.”

“Can’t help it,” Tony retorted, panting against his lips. “I want you so bad.”

Rhodey was seriously considering delaying his bedroom plans -- they were both young, they could go again, probably -- unable to move more than a few inches away when all of a sudden there was a sudden shock of cold through his body. Gasping, it took him a second to process what was happening until he looked at Tony and found him just as shell shocked and just as soaking wet, water dripping into his open mouth. As one, they turned to stare at the guilty looking robot holding an empty bucket.

“Dum-E!”

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 years ago

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In Tatters: Two

Steve walked next to Bucky, their hands laced together. It felt good. The sun was shining, and Spring was finally here. And this, right here, he reflected, squeezing Bucky’s hand, was one of his favorite things about this time.

Affection wasn’t limited to dark corners or their apartment. They could hold hands. They could steal a kiss sometimes. It was just lovely. Comfortable. As they walked into the coffee shop looking for a snack and to find Bucky a coffee drink he might like, what he didn’t expect was for the shop to be mostly empty. He glanced down at his watch and nodded. It was after the morning rush but before the afternoon rush. Later then, he’d thought.

But then, they’d gotten distracted earlier in the bathroom. And one thing had lead to another. And well. It had been a good morning. Good enough, at least that Bucky had let himself be dragged to another coffee shop. Another coffee shop, another try to find a drink he liked beyond Black coffee. Another chance to pander to Bucky’s sweet tooth.

Still, neither of them expect to find one. And neither of them expect it when a girl breezes through the door.

Her hair is bound up in a messy bun, fly aways escaping and falling to frame a heart-stoppingly pretty face. Below that, a series of fashion choices. Thick combat boots, a knee-length hunter green pleated skirt, a black and white flannel tied around her waist, and a black t-shirt bearing the word “Killjoys” in red script handwriting. Cute. Modern. But Cute, they decide with a glance at each other. But she didn’t seem terribly interested in talking.

“You’re late,” one of the baristas called over the counter.

“I know, but I had a script to finish and then an episode to edit,” she says, yawning, “I haven’t even been home yet.”

“Did you sleep at all?” she asked.

“No, so do me a favor? Like three shots in that hippie.”

“Oh my god.”

“What? If my heart blows out of my chest, the hospital is like right around the corner.”

“Y/n,” she scolds, sliding you your pastry and taking your bank card.

“Eh, ‘s not like I’m using it anyway. Maybe a drag queen can soak it in formaldehyde and made a nice headpiece.”

That makes Bucky snort. Loudly enough that you turn around and give him a wink, “See, he gets it!” you tell the girl.

“Still, this much caffeine has GOT to be a liability. Ya, cryptid,” she says, handing you the cup.

“Yeah? Well, until I figure out who I’ve gotta blow to not do retail anymore, espresso and hope are all I got,” you say, giving her a mock salute and turning to stroll out the door.

“Hey,” the girl yells right as you’re at the doorway.

You half- turn with a ‘what?’ gesture.

“Tell Donny I need him to order me a new Lagoon Blue. And an Indigo Blonde.”

You nod and lope out, coffee in hand, and Steve and Bucky look at each other. They liked that. You were fucking feral, but still sweet. What they didn’t like was hearing a kid behind the counter say, “Fuck, she can blow me if she wants. I need a sugar baby.”

“With what fucking money?” the blue-haired girl asked, “She’s not gonna blow you unless your dick is gold plated, and you ejaculate chocolate. Not for no tip money and a coffee.”

__________

Bucky and Steve have a new favorite coffee shop after that. At first, they come in, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Figure out your schedule. But they always seem to just miss you. It’s disheartening but, at least the coffee is good, and the kids behind the counter are funny.

Still. Even just the chance of seeing you is enough to keep them coming back. It keeps them wanting more.

So when you waltz through the door carrying with you the smell of a coming storm and for some inexplicable reason, a Chia Pet of Bob Ross, neither of them can breathe for a second. Your skirt, has sloths on in and your shirt is a white men’s button-down, A floppy sun hat shades your face. “Your usual, your highness?” A barista asked, grinning, clearly teasing you.

“I told you, Ivy. If drunk me does things, Sober me was not in the driver's seat and can’t be held accountable.”

“How’s your ankle?” she giggles.

“Not too bad after jumping off a third-story balcony,” you admit, putting a cellophane-wrapped cookie on the counter.

Behind you, Steve and Bucky trade bemused looks. Your night had probably been a lot more interesting than theirs.

“What happened to Tinder Boy?” she asked.

“Oh my god. Ive. He lived with his mother and had unironic rocket ship sheets. I am not trying to do some Bates Motel shit.”

“It couldn’t be that bad.”

You sigh, “No joke, she walked in on us making out because like. I was gonna give him the benefit of the doubt because I, too, am broke as shit. But like. She told us to hurry up so she could come back and tuck him in when he was done.”

“No,” she gasped.

“Yeah. So... pretty sure I’m lucky I left that house with both kidneys.”

You yawn, and she hands you a coffee with a sympathetic smile, “It was your first date since Pash, though.”

“And it was creepy enough that I’m not dating ever again. No joke. Just gonna adopt a herd of yappy little dogs and be single forever,” you tell her, taking a sip.

“We just have to find you someone really hot,” she pressed.

“Can you put some brains in there for me this time? Test drives are entertaining, but I’d like to be able to carry on a conversation without my uterus cringing in fear.”

“That’s fair,” she said, picking up the chia pet, “Is this mine?”

“Yeah,” you say, “You know. Since Joey and I broke your other one.”

Her face lights up, and your smile, “Thanks!” she says, not waiting for a reply before scurrying to the back to put it away.

You find an empty table in a patch of sunshine and sit down, watching people out the window. You like a slow start to your day. Some time to adjust to being awake. You’re blissfully oblivious to anything but the warmth of the cup in your hands. You don’t notice Steve and Bucky trying to work up the guts to come to talk to you. But when their bulky frames block out the sunshine that you’d been enjoying, you aren’t exactly disappointed.

When you look up, guarded but still smiling a little, Bucky feels his heart skip, and he knows Steve does too. You have pretty eyes and plump, juicy red lips. They have a soft spot for that kind of thing. “Yeah?” you ask, taking a sip of coffee.

“We couldn’t help overhearing about your last date,” Steve said, grinning.

“And do you want his number?” you counter mildly.

Bucky snorted, “No, but yours might be nice,” he said, “It’d be a damn shame if you didn’t give anyone else a chance.”

You cock your head and smile a little as you assess them, “So, you expect me to believe that Captain America and Bucky Barnes are interested in me?”

Steve takes a seat at your table, and Bucky follows suit, “Why not?”

“Because you don’t know anything about me,” you remind them, “I could be a psycho.”

“We know you’re funny.” Bucky said, “And I doubt you’re a psycho. Too many social skills.”

“Ted Bundy had social skills,” you counter.

When they look confused, you sigh, “Serial Killer,” you explain.

“Listen,” Steve said, smiling, “All we want is one date. A test drive if you will.”

When you smirk, Bucky gets a distinct impression that “test drive” doesn’t mean a date.

“A test drive, huh?” you say trying not to giggle. Your polite euphemism for a one-night stand sounds incredibly strange coming from Captain America. “We’ll see,” you stand up and pull a card from your bag easily, “Pick me up at 8?”

Bucky takes the card. It has your name and number on it. As well as an email. Apparently, it’s your card for freelance editing, writing, and photography. It was good to know you had gumption. You had to if you had enough money to live.

“Yeah?” Steve said, grinning.

“I’ve made worse choices on a Saturday night,” you tease waltzing back out of the shop with your coffee in hand.

“Steve?” Bucky said slowly.

“Yeah Buck?” he answered

“What are we gonna wear?”

There was a silence as the gears ground to a halt in Steve’s head and he sighed, “Fuck.”

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damn-stark · 5 years ago

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Blinded ch.22

A/N- Hope you guys like it! Leave your thoughts! And the reason why I posted two parts tonight is because chapter 23 was supposed to be with this chapter like one long one but I couldn’t write more so I had to split it!! That’s why!

Warning- violence, slight swearing, angst.

Pairing- Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

Takes place during- The Rise of Skywalker

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“It’s her fault. Chewbacca’s death is her fault.”

“No.”

“You saw it, with your own eyes, the lightening that shot from her hands. It’s her fault.”

You put your head in your hands, with tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to block out the voice inside your head. It was trying to seduce you into doing something you didn’t want to do, to blame Rey. To get more than angry at her, the voice wanted you to...hurt her. The voice knew your weak statues at the moment and it was using that advantage to seduce you into using your anger.

“Y/N, use your anger. Use it against her. It’s her fault, he’s dead.”

“I’m not going to kill her. That’s what you want, right? For me to do it for you? I’m not that person anymore.”

“You used your anger against me. You—”

You whip your head up, and glare at any space in front of you, as if expecting him to be there in front of you; but he wasn’t. Your brother was just in your head, talking through the force. Trying to tempt you to the dark. Using the sadness and anger for Chewie’s death against you. He knew how to hit you with the right words. Knew your weak spots.

“Don’t. It’s not the same thing. You know that—”

“Isn’t it?”

You jump up to your feet, forgetting that he was only in your head. The tears that once flowed down your cheeks were now dry, a scowl replacing your long face. “Just get. Out. Of. My. Head!”

Everyone’s heads turned to you, worry so clear as they watched you, saw you yell at nothing.

You blink repeatedly, take a step back and swallow back angry tears. You turn to meet everyone’s gaze, all except Rey’s, feeling immediately embarrassed by your outburst. Quickly you sit back down and try and ignore them while you placed your head back in your hands. Your brother’s presence you had felt, now gone, leaving your mind, but leaving you with lingering thoughts of what he had told you, about the anger you should use against Rey, that you should blame her.

After 2 years of nothing, no communication...not like you tried after Rey and you escaped, after he killed Snoke and became the supreme leader; but before that, before he killed your father, you waited and waited, you reached out and he ignored you. He could have reached out then but he didn’t. Now he chooses to reach out, only trying to put you against Rey.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Alya questions as she tries to walk towards you.

“Just leave me alone.” You say loud enough so can hear you.

Her footsteps stop at the sound of your words, she hesitates for a long minute, but she listens and goes back to her spot; their wasn’t a lot of room in this ship for any of you to really go anywhere and be alone, but she let you have the corner all to yourself, they all did.

Rey wanted to go and talk to you, to apologize and try and comfort you, but Finn stopped her, Rey wouldn’t have listened but she also knew that her talking to you wasn’t the best idea. Not at the moment. Not when everything was so fresh. So instead she watched you with a guilty conscience, blaming herself for killing someone you loved. Someone you thought as family.

The soft and worried chirping coming from BB8 made you lift your head up and look at him. “I’ll be okay buddy. Just need some time, thank you.” You told the little droid with a sad smile, and softly rubbing the top of his head. The sound of heavy footsteps stopping beside you, make you pull your attention from the the little droid and to..Poe. He looks down at you with a sad frown, while carefully sitting beside you. Part him was scared you would reject his comfort that you would tell him to leave you alone like you told Alya, but as you stayed quiet and gave no bad reaction he remained sitting.

You didn’t need to tell him anything on how you felt, he already knew; He didn’t question your sudden outburst, he ignored the problems you two had..for now...and he just simply sat beside you, wrapping on arm over your shoulder and pulling you to him. He felt you stiffen for a second but you quickly eased into the embrace. You rested your head on his shoulder, letting the silence surround the two of you; their was no need to say anything, he knew that, all you needed was someone to console you. And he was the only person that could.

“We only got eight eight hours left. So, what are we going to do?” Poe asked as he came back from the cockpit.

“What can we do? We have to go back to base.” Finn said.

“We don’t have time to go back. We’re not giving up, if we do that Chewie died for nothing!” Poe argued his voice louder as he felt more irritated by the lack of solution to your problem.

“Poe. Chewie had the dagger.”

“Then we have to find another way.”

“Poe’s right. We can’t let Chewie’s death be for nothing. Alya knows someone in kijimmi who can help translate the Sith texts, we’re going there.” You say as you stand up from the corner you had been sitting at , just listening to Finn and Poe argue. The sound of your opinion had caught them all by surprise, even Poe who was more surprised that you had agreed with what he had said. “We’re not letting Chewie’s death be in vain.” You walked up to where they were circled, ignoring Rey’s glances.

“Y/N, we don’t have the dagger. That was the only clue to the wayfinder and now it’s gone!” Finn reminded you.

You were going to argue back but the sound of Threepio words caught your attention. “So, true. The inscription lives only in my memory now.” All heads slowly turn to face him.

“Hold on, the inscription that was on the dagger lives in your memory?”

“Yes, Master Poe. But the translation from a forbidden language can not be retrieved .” Threepio said making you sigh deeply at his defiance on not translating the damned dagger.

“Unless we get a complete memory bypass.” Alya says walking over to where you were all gathered.

“A complete what?” Finn asks confused making Threepio shift his head from Alya and Finn as if almost nervously.

“It’s a terribly dangerous but simple act performed by winting droids, and criminals.”

“Let’s do that!” Finn suggests making Threepio whip his head in surprise.

“I know a black market droid smith.”

“Black market droid smith?!” Threepio remarks loudly, surprised and nervous by what you all wanted to do.

“Really? That’s funny, me too. Where? Kijimmi?” Alya questions causing Finn, Rey and you to look from Poe and Alya.

“Yes.”

“Good, we’re going then.” Alya says heading to the cockpit.

Poe sighs deeply expressing his reluctance on the the place.

“What’s wrong with kijimmi?” Finn asks Poe.

“I had a little bad luck on kijimmi. But if this mission fails it’s all been for nothing, all we’ve done, all this time.”

“We’re all in this. Til the end.” Finn comments making a soft smile grow on your lips.

“For Chewie.” Rey says softly. Finn offers his hand out to Rey and the other to Poe, who looks down at it with hesitance.

“Hands.”

Rey offers her other hand to you; you look down at it and back to her, pushing what you currently felt for her aside, and taking her offer. “For Chewie.” You repeat Rey’s words from before as Poe is about to reach for your hand but Threepio beats him to it. You look at one another, knowing exactly what to do next, knowing that what you were doing was for Chewie.

Poe sighs and nods, lifting threepios and Finns hands higher up before letting them go. “Kijimmi.”

The snow tickles the tip of your nose as you watch it lightly fall from the night sky; the cold breeze stings your cheeks making them a rosy color, your only flesh hand red and cold due to the hard cold wall you were leaning on, hiding and waiting for Poe to return.

“They’re everywhere.... Alright, I know what we should do.” The sound of Poe returning to his previous spot, causes you to turn your attention to him; letting you notice how nervous he was, more than usual, more than he has been since you’ve met him. You knew of his spice runner past here; but perhaps their was more to it, things he “forgot” to mention.

“So do I. We should leave.”

“Cram it Threepio.”

“Come on, should just be up ahead.” Alya says passing Poe and leading the group away.

“Alright, let’s head down this way.” Poe points out, something that Alya already knew. It’s like they were both trying to one up each other, constantly walking to be ahead, trying to be the leader. The mere sight would have made you laugh and make fun but given the situation you were in and the sudden blaster pointing at Poe’s head, you all stop in your steps. Poe followed by slowly putting up his hands. You turn your head to see a women hiding under a golden helmet. You bring down your hand to grab your blaster but Alya immediately stops you.

“Heard you were spotted at the northesgate. Thought, he’s not stupid enough to come back here.” The woman says to Poe. You look between Poe and the girl, wanting to still pull out your blaster or your lightsaber to point it at her, but again Alya stops you.

“Who is this, Poe?” You ask keeping your eyes heavily trained on the women with the golden helmet.

“Zorii, it’s okay, put your blaster down.” Alya tells the girl, making you for second shift your eyes to her in confusion.

“Alya, you know this man?” The women asks.

“Barely but-”

“What’s going on?” Finn interrupts.

“Guys this is uh, Zorii. Zorii this is Y/N, Rey and Finn. And you obviously know...Alya.”

“I can pull this trigger, right now.”

“I’ve seen you do—”

“You do that and I’ll cut you in half before you can blink an eye.” You warn harshly, your hand ghosting over your lightsaber.

“No Y/N, it’s okay. Zorii, can we just talk about this?” Poe asks making you look between him and Zorii; getting the feeling that their was more than met the eye between the two.

“I just want to see your brains in the snow.”

“I’m warning you.” You hiss, your hand now on your lightsaber, your eyes narrowed on her.

“You’re still mad?” Poe questions, taking the hood off his head and turning slightly to face her.

“Zorii, we could really use your help, we need to crack this droids head open and quick.” Alya speaks up taking a careful step forward.

“Excuse me?!”

“We need Babu Frik.” Alya continues, ignoring threepios exclaim.

“Babu only works for the crew, and neither you or Poe are part of it.” Zorii answers, her blaster still aimed at Poe’s head, your hand still tightly gripping onto your lightsaber, itching to take it out.

“What crew?” Rey asks curiously.

“Oh, funny he never mentioned it—”

“No no—”

“Your friends old job was running spice.”

“You were a spice runner?”

“Were you a stormtrooper?”

“Were you a spice runner?”

“Were you a scavenger? We-we can do this all night.”

“He was a spice runner?” Finn asks you in a low whisper. You turn slightly meeting his eyes, confirming his question with a quick nod and a ghost of a smirk on your lips.

“You know I’m still digging out of the hole, you put me in when you joined the resistance...” She pauses and slowly makes her way over to where Rey and you were. “...you. You two are the ones they’re looking for. Two big bounties, this would cover us and leave us with credits left over.” Zorii says pointing her blaster at Rey and you now instead.

“Zorii, we just need your help, please. It’s important. Just do this for me then, not for them, me.” Alya says putting herself in between Zorii, Rey and you. Zorii’s head tilts, her masked eyes watching the girl in front of her, carefully before pushing her aside.

“You know what it’s like needing credits Alya, these two are worth a lot more to me and the crew. Stay aside and I’ll share the credits just cause I like you.” Alya wants to argue back but Zorii suddenly yells out a signal to her crew. A signal that sent them trying to take Rey and you down.

Rey and you got back to back. Already knowing what you needed to do without putting it out in a plan. One of the crew members tries to come at you, but quickly you counter attack them, by kicking harshly them back to the wall. Taking Rey’s staff as she tilted it down slightly over your shoulder, motioning for you to take it without saying a word.

You grip onto it and swing it at another member, sending him to hit the floor with a harsh thud. You twirl the staff along with yourself, hitting another member in the head before kicking them down, later handing Rey her staff back. Without her having to look she took it from you and swung down at Zorii’s legs causing her to fall to the ground; whilst you pulled out your lightsaber from your side just like Rey had, the both of you crossing the blades down and trapping Zorii in place while she had her blaster aiming at the both of you.

The three of you are breathing heavily, panting, your eyes on one another, ignoring the shocked expressions from your own crew. “We could really use your help, please.” Rey tells her.

“Not that you care but..I think you’re both okay.” Zorii compliments the both of you; her compliment not getting to you like it did with Rey as you couldn’t ignore the tension between her and Poe; it seemed that the tension was one of anger and betrayal coming only from her, letting you know that their had to be something more behind their relationship, than just crew members. She wouldn’t be this way if it wasn’t.

Zorii’s head turned to Alya after Rey’s comment, slowly putting down her blaster and making Rey and you put down your sabers. “You owe me big time, Alya.”

“I haven't the faintest idea, why I agreed to this. I must be malfunctioning. I must be malfunctioning.” Threepio said, sitting down with wires sticking out from his metal head. You turn your eyes away from the droid and to Alya who had her eyes on Zorii.

“Were you a spice runner too? Is that how you also know her?” You ask her catching back her attention.

“Not really. I never joined her crew, just ran some jobs with her and her crew before I met Lando.”

“Does she remind you of someone?” Finn asks Poe referring to Alya, as he saw Poe look over his shoulder multiple times to glare at her, basically burning holes into the back of her head with his glare; as she talked with you, standing close to one another sharing a smile. A smile that Poe saw was feigned on your lips; he saw the sadness in your eyes, a sadness that he had seen on you before, a look that has lasted on your features ever since finding out the news of your lose after the battle at Crait.

“What? No.” Poe paused, shaking his head to Finns comment before leaving that topic behind and focusing on you. “Has y/n, told you anything? Talked to you at all? About anything?”

Finn turned his head to you and back to Poe, quickly piecing together what he was referring about. “No. She doesn’t talk to me about anything you’re wanting to know. She talks to Rey though, but she’ll never tell you anything about what y/n talks to her about. They’re like that, so secretive.”

“And you aren’t? What was it you wanted to tell them?”

Finn shot Poe a pointed look, parting his mouth to retort his question but was interrupted before he could say it out loud.

“Zorii, is this going to work?” Rey asked her voice in a higher pitch, showing her concern for what Babu was going to do to Threepio.

“He says he’s found something, in your droids memory box. Words translated from Sith?”

You walked forward, to stand beside Threepio, nodding in agreement to Zorii’s words.

Babu Frik knew how to get the message you needed from Threepio; but with that came consequence. Consequence that has been said before. A complete memory wipe. The golden droid you’ve known ever since you were little, wouldn’t remember anything, not a single thing about the life he’s lived since before you were even born. He has no trust on R2’s storage that holds his back up, only making the situation sadder than it already was.

“You know the odds better than any of us. Do we have a choice?” Rey asks Threepio; causing the golden droid to move his head back before standing up and turning his back to all of you.

If he could show any emotion on his face you knew that it would be a sad but knowing look. He knew what he needed to do and he was willing to take that risk. “If this mission fails, It was all for nothing, what we’ve done, all this time.” The droids words were soft spoken, expressing the sadness that couldn’t be shown on his face. He turned back and faced all of you again, watching you with the blank look of his, almost looking frozen as he stood still, just watching.

“What you doing there, Threepio?” Poe questioned, noticing how Threepio was standing.

“Taking one last look sir...at my friends.”

You sigh deeply at his words, your eyes wet with unshed tears. Even if you didn’t share the same adoration with Threepio that you did with chewbacca, the words he spoke still pained your heart. He was going to be alive, yes. But with no memory of any of you, you were just going to be strangers to him. He was going to risk it all, for the cause.

“Oh oh.” Babu frik expressed with worry, as a bright light passed by, meaning nothing good.

“Night raids are going to start soon, I’m keeping look out.” Zorii said after turning away from the scene, to head up the stairs.

“I’m coming with you.” Poe told her, making you turn your head to face him, watching as he so quickly decided to follow after her. The sight brought unwanted anger. The same anger that you felt before leaving for this mission, when you had gotten into the heated argument with Poe. You didn’t want to feel it, but you did and you hated yourself for that. But you only felt it because you knew that they had more history together that he didn’t tell you about. Hell he didn’t even mention her when he told you about his spice runner past.

Nobody needed to confirm their history, you could tell right away, her anger for him gave it all away when you ran into her; even if you tried to deny at first. You hated feeling this way...jealous...but you couldn’t help it. And your guilt only made that jealousy burn hotter. Mixing both feelings wasn’t good for your head, it lead to unwanted thoughts, thoughts that hurt your heart.

Maybe he’s so quick to go with her because of how I’ve been with him. Distant. But perhaps he’s better off with her.

You clench your jaw and turn to look away from him, in that missing the way he instinctively waited for you to follow him; But as he noticed your back towards him he continued to follow Zorii.

Once you knew he was gone, you turned your head to see where he had stood before. You loosen your jaw and unfold your arms as you the thought of this whole jealousy thing was ridiculous. So before much thought you move to go follow them. And as you do you stop before you’re seen or heard.

“Wanna come with me?” Your breath caught in your throat at the sound of those words that came from her. You could feel your heart clench in your chest as you waited for an answer from him; but he took too long, his long silence made you impatient and made you quietly go down the stairs without waiting for his answer; but one you’re sure he would agree to.

You then blinked back tears that were threatening to fall as you stood quietly all by yourself. Just your thoughts keeping you company while the others were busy with their own things; but then that’s when you felt it, the presence of your brother again, like before, through the force, in your mind.

Quickly you squared your shoulders, without saying a word you headed out the door you had came from, heading back outside to be alone....well just to talk to your brother alone, so nobody would see something like what happened at the ship.

“Y/N.”

“What do you want? I don’t have time to deal with you right now.”

“You feel it don’t you? Your anger, you’re trying so hard to shove it away. Trying not to hurt her for what she did. For killing chewbacca.”

“Don’t.”

“It’s her fault.”

“No. Stop.” You inhale deeply at the sound of his words, trying so hard to ignore them, to not let him get to you; but he knew when to strike, when you felt at your most low, when he knew you would need him. He knew you well, even if you thought he didn’t anymore.

“She killed him. Kill her, before it’s too late.”

You didn’t want to blame her, you didn’t want to be angry at her anymore. You were only angry at her and only blamed her at first because it had just happened; because he was there to encourage your anger towards her, because he was there telling you to blame her without even saying a word, just a look, one you knew how to read.

“She’s my friend...my best friend...she’s like—”

“Like a sister? Because of the bond you two share? She isn’t who you think she is y/n.”

You look up at the wall again, like expecting him to be standing there; your eyebrows knotted in confusion at his words, at what he was trying to get at, what he was hiding.

“Then who is she?”

“You’ll know soon enough. Trust me when you know, you’ll want to kill her then.”

You were going to continue asking what he meant by her not being who you thought she was, but then you felt something. You step away from the wall, slowly beginning to walk away from the alleyway you were hiding in and headed to where you could see the sky better, where you felt a....presence.

When you look up, you see the big ship that ruined the view of the night sky. You focus more on the presence you felt. A smile slowly grew on your face as you knew exactly who it was.

“Chewie.” The anger and sadness you had felt for “his death” slowly faded away and some joy replaced it, now that you knew he wasn’t dead. Like your brother said he was....but....he knew that.

You focused back on your brother who was still very present in your mind. The anger he wanted to make you feel towards Rey, now was towards him.

“Liar.” This time you were the one who pushed him away, now no longer feeling his presence. He wanted to blind you, he had lied to you, to put you against her. And it was working even if you didn’t want to admit it; he had gotten to you.

Quickly you tried to make your way back to where the others were, to tell them the news, but certain dark figures caught your attention. You took a careful step forward to get a better look, to check if it was really them, and when your suspicions got answered your eyes went wide.

It was them. The Knights of Ren.

Before they could spot you, you took that step back and took a sharp turn back into where the others were. You pushed past the crowd of people until you finally reached the room. Once the door opened all eyes were quickly on you. From the corner of your eye you saw Rey standing on top of the stairs. You turned to her and smiled widely, a smile much like her own.

“Y/N. Where-”

“It’s Chewie! He’s alive.” You announced interrupting Poe’s worried question. You look over at Rey knowing that she was going to share the same news.

“Your friend is on that sky trash?” Zorii asked Poe, making your smile slowly fade away, and making the anger you felt towards that, return as you remembered what else you were dealing with.

“I guess he is!”

“Might I introduce myself, I am c3p0, human cyborg relations, and you are?” Threepio said letting you know that while you had been dealing with Kylo, they had gotten the message.

“Okay that’s going to be a problem.” Poe said pointing to the golden droid.

“Ello I Babu Frik.”

“Why hello.”

Ignoring threepios memory wipe problem you turned your attention back to the problems that were mostly likely getting closer to where you were. “Yeah, adding to our list of problems, we have to go, now! Kylo sent down the Knights of Ren. They’re closing up to us. We have to go. Now!”

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starstruck-xavier · 5 years ago

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ao3 || wattpad || fanfic masterpost || main masterpost || inspired by this thread

@harmonious-honeycomb and @justtrashperson i hope you like this <33 i had a lot of fun writing this! i’m sorry it took a few days but i finally managed to finish it just now aha

words: 1939 ships: lamp (romance not implied but you can view it however you want) warnings/tags: panic attack described from virgil’s pov but he’s all okay in the end, anxiety medication (but it has a good effect!)

Virgil was going to be on edge all day.

It never had to be for any reason in particular, but it would’ve made it easier to tackle the anxious tremors from the core if Virgil actually had something to say when each side came to him throughout the day asking “What’s wrong?”. First, it had been Logan, ever observant, who found Virgil sat on the counter next to the coffee machine in the morning, noting how his makeup looked just a little more intense than usual and how his hands trembled slightly around his favourite mug.

“Is that your first coffee, Virgil?” Logan asked gently, willing the coffee machine to not be as loud as usual while he made his own.

“Uh, yeah.” The nervous trait took a hesitant sip of his drink; he suddenly found it rather difficult to maintain eye contact. “Why do you ask?”

Logan kept an eye on the underlying shakiness of the ball of nerves in front of him. “You seem particularly anxious today. Is anything troubling you?”

And then Virgil thought. He’d woken up feeling a pit of nervousness in the bottom of his stomach, but that was the usual for him as the embodiment of anxiety itself, so he hadn’t given it a second thought. However, the longer he pondered, the more he realised the feeling had worsened, but there was no particular thing bothering him. Virgil racked his brains desperately for an answer but still came up empty.

Upon not receiving a response, Logan placed one hand on the counter, just close enough to Virgil in case he wanted to take it. “Virge?”

Virgil snapped out of his train of thought. “Oh, I… I don’t know. I just feel like something really bad’s gonna happen.” He spoke in his usual whisper-grumble as he stared at the half-empty mug in his hands.

“It’s normal for you to feel that way, Virgil.” Logan finally took his own mug from the coffee machine, setting it on the counter to let it cool. “However, I can assure you that as long as everyone works together today to make Thomas’ day productive and happy, there’s a very small chance that something terrible will happen. Try to let that reassure you.” He spoke softly, watching Virgil with care as if he were a fragile sculpture. “Even if you still feel nervous, that’s okay. Would you like me to let everyone else know so that we don’t accidentally scare you?”

After a few seconds, Virgil hummed in affirmation. “Thanks, Logan.” He didn’t need to smile to convey his thankfulness, and Logan understood.

“No problem. Try to take it easy today, and remember the breathing techniques.” The logical trait picked up his mug and gave Virgil a reassuring glance before pausing. “Do you want me to accompany you for a little longer?”

Virgil quickly drank the rest of his coffee and set the mug aside. “I— I don’t mind.” He bit back his smile. Logan always knew just what to do without making a huge deal out of it, likely learning from past experiences of nervous days like this. It was those little things he always remembered that put Virgil at ease.

They both sat in silence for a few more minutes. The quiet was nice; Virgil was starting to wake up fully and Logan got to savour these few moments of peace before Roman and Patton inevitably started making noise. Not that either of them minded this, but they often missed the quiet, serene mornings. While it didn’t lower Virgil’s anxiety levels, however, it kept them at a constant, which was at least better than panicking so early in the morning and distressing Thomas.

It was a couple of hours later, after breakfast, that Virgil knew this would be a tough day for himself and Thomas.

Logan had told Patton and Roman to keep it down today, and they’d never object to something that would make Virgil feel better, so the quietness and soft smiles followed them all throughout the mind palace. As opposed to bursting into song and dance at any moment, Roman hummed to himself pleasantly as he made his way around and Patton tried his best not to skip around noisily or appear out of nowhere. In fact, it was Patton who chanced upon the anxious side as he sat on the couch in the common room, looking more troubled than before.

“Hey, kiddo.” He called, not too loud, as he made his way over to sit next to him. “How are you feeling?”

Virgil looked up from his phone with a sad look on his face. “Hi, Pat. I’m…” He started to pull at his sleeves absentmindedly with a sigh. “Anxious.”

Patton watched, looking concerned. “Do you want a hug?” He held out his arms, allowing Virgil to lean into his touch. “It’s all gonna be okay, Virge.” The nervous trait breathed shakily in Patton’s embrace as he let the warm feeling distract him from the growing pit of dread within him.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Thomas was taking deep breaths.

He knew that bad days could happen without much reason, so he didn’t want to trouble Virgil too much by summoning him, knowing that he was probably having just as bad a day as him. Still, he wanted to ask for Virgil’s permission before taking the anxiety medication that sat on the shelf, waiting for these nervous spikes. They could make the nervous trait feel quite sleepy, nothing too bad, but if Virgil suddenly started feeling tired he’d be confused and a little scared himself. Thomas didn’t want to do that to him without letting him know first; he’d wait until he felt a dose was more needed, though, as it didn’t feel like his anxiety had peaked yet.

That would come another few hours later.

Since no one was doing much that day, it allowed for Patton and Virgil to cuddle for quite some time. At some point, Patton had turned on Adventure Time on the television and Virgil was trying to focus on it, but he just couldn’t seem to shake the feeling of his heart rate increasing until he couldn’t even try to ignore it. A sense of dread overwhelmed him and he didn’t even know why, or how, or for how long. He found himself looking around, vigilant for any signs of danger, completely blocking out the fact that any possible monsters or end-of-the-world scenarios would be imaginary and could be conjured away.

“Virge?” Patton’s voice cut through the chaos, redirecting Virgil’s eyes to his. “Breathe in, kiddo.”

Virgil attempted to hold his breath, but his lungs short-circuited; the air came rushing out again and back in, back out, too fast…

“Hey, hey, Virgil. Look at me, bud.” He opened his eyes, not remembering when he’d even closed them. Patton’s worried face looked hazy before him. “It’s all gonna be okay, yeah?” His voice sounded like static. Virgil tried to bring the air into his lungs again, only holding on for a second before it escaped him again.

Suddenly, more voices could be heard around him.

“Patton, we need to tell Thomas to take his medication.”

“Roman, please can you stay with Virge?”

“Virgil, it’s me, Roman. can you look at me?”

Virgil had his eyes squeezed shut again, feeling lost as soon as Patton’s touch left him, but then almost immediately he felt a different pair of hands in his hair. On his hands. When did his hands start gripping at his hair? The hands softly squeezed his own until he let go of his locks.

“Take a deep breath in. I’ll count for you, okay?” A familiar voice reached his ringing ears. He could feel a heartbeat under his hands - his eyes opened once again to reveal Roman coming into focus. The prince had kneeled down on the floor in front of Virgil and pressed his hands against his own chest, letting him feel his sash and how his chest expanded and contracted so easily. He gasped the air into his lungs, a little faster than Roman’s counting, but managed to hold his breath for just a little longer than last time before it all rushed out. “Can you hear me, stormcloud?” Roman spoke clearly in his attempt to get Virgil to respond. The nervous trait nodded, still visibly shaking and breathing raggedly. “Do you know where you are?”

“The—“ Virgil stammered breathlessly, blinking rapidly in order to keep focus. He barely acknowledged his tempest tongue. “The mind palace?”

Roman nodded calmly. “That’s right, you’re in the common room. You’re having an anxiety attack. Can you take a couple more deep breaths?”

Virgil breathed in as deeply as he could until his lungs couldn’t expand any further. He held his breath while Roman counted to seven, then successfully exhaled slowly until he’d counted to eight. As opposed to the royal trait’s usual boisterous, loud theatrics, his voice sounded quiet and focussed. He held Virgil’s hands gently and directed him through his breathing in a way that released the tension from his shoulders. After a few minutes, he sighed deeply, suddenly feeling rather drowsy.

“Are you okay, Virge?” Roman let go of Virgil’s hands but touched his own to the anxious side’s knees.

“Mm,” He hunched over and stifled a yawn. “Sleepy.”

He registered Roman’s fond smile. “Patton and Logan went to talk to Thomas. He must’ve taken his anxiety meds by now, so you’ll be getting sleepy.”

As if on cue, Patton and Logan rose up again in Virgil’s peripheral. Patton rushed over to sit next to him while Logan stood by Roman’s side, seemingly monitoring for any symptoms other than the sudden decrease in energy. Just in case.

“How are you feeling, kiddo?” Patton watched Virgil’s eyes droop slightly, then force themselves back open.

“He’s tired already.” Roman answered for him. “Maybe he’ll get a good night’s sleep tonight.”

Logan smiled slightly at the remark. “He definitely will. Thank you for calming him down, Roman.”

Patton hummed in agreement. Roman looked bashful but proud of himself as he rubbed calming circles into Virgil’s knees with his thumbs.

“No problem, specs.”

The four of them spent the rest of the day together, picking up where Virgil and Patton had left off watching Adventure Time. Logan didn’t seem entirely interested and was frankly confused by the cartoon logic, but Virgil had ended up with his legs across those of the logical trait, so he didn’t want to disturb him by leaving. Besides, it brought him peace to know that Virgil wasn’t mentally suffering any longer. The rest of Virgil’s body laid across Roman with his head in Patton’s lap, not feeling like he was actually going to fall asleep just yet but still looking like he was on the brink of slumber. Occasionally Roman would tease him on how cuddly he got when he was tired, and Virgil would shoot back with his usual retorts, only hindered by the lethargic slur of his words. Patton found himself carding his hands through Virgil’s soft hair after some time, and Logan couldn’t help but run his hands up and down his legs for additional comfort. Meanwhile, Roman held one of his hands in his own. It felt wonderful. No one could blame him when he eventually dozed off like this, his quiet breaths barely heard over the low volume of the television, earning fond looks between Logan, Patton and Roman.

Sometimes Virgil would wake up feeling panicked for no particular reason, but it was all okay as long as he got to fall asleep like this in the end.

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shadow-assassin-blix · 4 years ago

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It’s A Gray Area

CHAPTER 8

Finished the last episode 9 finally and moving on to more fun stuff. Um. Slight near death experience. Some Smut. Not very detailed but tis there. Some fluff. Secrets revealed. I am still yeeting canon out the door because I can.

Everything tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

When they finally returned to Ajon Kloss, she told Poe, “Make sure no one makes our newbie uncomfortable until I return?” As she ran out of the Falcon.

Blix ran toward the med-bay, where Leia was resting on one of the beds, while Ben sat next to her.

“Hi! Okay. Let’s… let’s check things out,” She said trying to catch her breath.

She moved quickly over to Leia and began running scans. Minutes later she was looking over the results and was cautiously happy with what she saw.

“Okay. Okay. Well. Good news, your brain is brightly colored again, and I see no dying areas here,” She reported as she presented them.

“And the bad news?” Ben asked warily.

“Not bad news per se. I don’t know if these effects will last is the main issue. I don’t want you working at all. You are on a stress-free lifestyle indefinitely, Princess Leia. I don’t want anything to aggravate your symptoms. Let’s not… Let’s not waste Luke’s sacrifice to save his beloved sister,” She explained with a sad sigh.

Leia nodded her head understandingly, while Ben looked away clenching his jaw briefly.

“Also… may have turned a baby Sith to our side, no big deal. She’s going to help us find Palpatine and defeat him. I suspect he has some nasty surprises for us in store,” Blix explained, before turning to Ben. “What do ya say? Ready to go fight one last battle?”

Ben nodded his head, determination in his eyes.

“Alright, let’s go work out a plan. Amber, make sure our esteemed patient here, doesn’t move an inch,” She commanded giving Leia a pointed look.

Blix and Ben made their way into the command center, where everyone was discussing the best path to Exegol.

They had a solid plan within an hour, the thing was… they didn’t have the manpower. What they truly needed was the Republic to take up arms and join them, but fear ran deep.

They geared up, and every squadron was given orders to head out. Blix who had her lightsabers and was making sure Rey, Ben, and Maeve were ready, looked around trying to find Poe.

When she did, she spotted him by his X-Wing in his flight gear. She walked over to him after telling them to head to the Falcon, which was going to lead the pack.

“Hey.” She greets watching him get BB-8 ready.

He looked up and said, “Hi. What’s up babe?”

She quietly hugs him, and whispered, “Stay safe Flyboy. You’re not allowed to die remember that.”

He gave a soft chuckle as he hugged her back, “Same to you, Consular.”

She snorted slightly at the title, almost regretting telling him about the Jedi Order.

She presses a quick kiss to his lips, gives BB-8 a pat on his head and moves over to the Falcon.

Soon enough, they were on their way. It was about an hour later when they came to a field of red clouds and lightning. It was a struggle to navigate through for everyone.

When they broke through, what they saw made them all gasp. There was a fleet of Xyston-Star Destroyers before them.

“Finn, set us down and we’ll make our way to Sidious. Stay safe yeah? I still got a lot to teach you, so don’t you dare die,” She warned him as they landed.

“Yes ma’am,” He responded with a laugh.

The four of them made their way down to the platform. Once on it, they were confronted with the Knights of Ren.

“Maeve, Rey, go on ahead. Ben and I will catch up,” Blix ordered, taking her stance with both lightsabers in hand, twirling them.

Ben took out his and stood back-to-back with her. He gave a shrug that reminded her of Han, and she shook her head. The knights surrounded them, and they braced themselves.

One knight to her right, lunged for her and she parried with ease. It didn’t take the two of them very long to defeat the knights together. Once they were all down, they ran forward to catch up to the girls. When they did, they spotted Maeve lying on the ground, and Rey was on her knees trying to catch her breath.

Ben rushed forward to help, and Blix moved to join him but was stopped…. She felt something was off… with Poe.

She reached out to him… her mind racing to find him in the chaos above. When she does, she can see and hear the defeat in his voice.

‘Hey, Flyboy aren’t you always telling me to have hope? Where’s that undying flame?’ She asked him in his mind.

He bit his lip worried, and thought, ‘I don’t know what to d-‘

His thought was caught off as Lando Carlrissian’s voice came over on comms, telling him they weren’t alone.

Blix felt the arrival of hundreds of ships and she broke the line off, cheering him on.

She refocused on the situation at hand and noted that Ben was checking on Maeve, as Rey continued to fight her grandfather. Blix rushed forward as Palpatine sent a bolt of lightning toward Rey. She blocked it with her sabers, pushing it back.

The burst ended quickly and as she gave a twirl of her sabers, Palpatine noted, “Ahh. The Kenobi. Yes. You indeed look just like your grandfather. Think of the power you’d have if you joined the dark side.”

“Thanks, and like my grandfather, I don’t give a fuck. Take your proposition and shove it,” She snarled at him.

He frowned deeply at her, and growled, “Same insolence just like him too. I’ll enjoy killing you.”

He sent wave after wave of lightning bolts at her; she blocked each one as quickly as she could. He snarled before changing his tactic. He sent a bolt directly at Ben and Maeve, who had no way of defending themselves quickly enough. Blix ran forward and dove in front of them taking the bolt.

She gasped hard as the lightning surged through her and her limbs locked. Her vision went black as Rey stood up suddenly. Her mind was numb, and she felt pain just radiating throughout her body. Her eyes clenched shut and when she opened them, she was someplace different.

She was in a temple; she could see large city outside the windows. ’Coruscant?’

“Yes. This is the Jedi Temple in Coruscant. Or at least… when it still existed,” She heard her grandfather’s voice.

She sat up looking at him, confused.

“…am I dead?” She asked slightly panicked.

“No. Not yet. You got very close though,” He informed her as he helped her up.

She looked around, noticing that more and more Jedis were appearing around her.

“She did it. She summoned all of you,” She whispered amazed.

“It wasn’t just her. It was you as well. You are going to be an amazing teacher. If you continue on this course, we feel you will bring the balance back and return the Jedi Order back to its former glory,” Anakin informed her.

“Mh. Former glory? How about… a better version? Because… no offense but… there were many reasons why the Order fell way back when. But I will do my best,” She commented.

Qui-Gon chuckled softly at her, “This is why we think you will do well. You will make an excellent Consular.”

“We will be here for you, just like Rey. May the Force be with you, my dearest,” Her grandfather tells her, pressing a small kiss to her forehead.

They all slowly disappeared along with the room. Her vision was dark, and she eventually came to, looking at 3 very concerned faces hovering over her.

“…Hi. That sucked. Don’t get struck by lightning,” She groaned as she fully awakened.

She heard 3 sighs of relief, and some hands trying to help lift her up into a sitting position. Her head hurt but it was not too terrible. Her chest ached as she breathed; it felt a bit like her ribs were bruised.

“Let’s get out of this hellhole,” She requested gingerly standing up.

Ben wrapped an arm around her, keeping her steady as they walked.

Palpatine was dead. The First Order had been defeated. A ship had landed down near them and picked them up, taking them back to Ajon Kloss.

A medic droid checked over ribs, spritzing some Bacta spray onto them to help begin the healing process.

By the time they had landed, her ribs only lightly ached and she was able to walk without assistance. They looked around through the cheering crowd, trying to find Poe and Finn.

Rey spotted them first, sprinting to them. Ben spotted his mother and rushed over to her. Maeve stood nearby Blix, smiling softly at everyone. One of the other pilots, enthusiastically picked her up, cheering. She laughed at Maeve’s look of surprise.

Blix looked around and moved toward her three favorite people. Poe sees her first and pulls her into a kiss that she gladly returned.

He broke away only to hug her; Finn and Rey joining in. BB-8 beeped and chirped happily at their feet, rolling around in circles.

“We did it!” Blix cheered as they pulled away slightly.

The celebrations went well into the night, with every planet contacting them to send thanks and congrats.

The next day, while still in cheerful moods, they planned their next moves which was to get rid of the last of the Empire’s strongholds.

This process took several weeks to carry out, and while that was done with Poe and Finn in command, Blix continued her training with Rey, Ben, and Maeve. Maeve had gotten a new lightsaber, one that glowed bright orange but was “Infinitely cooler than her old one” as she said.

Her and Poe discussed what had happened within her nightmares and figured their best plan was to go see if there were any clues within her mother’s belongings back on Naboo. However, they had a hard time planning a few days to do so.

In fact, they hardly got to see each other much over the past few weeks. One day, she was working in the med-bay, training some new hires, when Poe walked in. She smiled brightly at him, but quickly scanned him with her eyes to make sure he was okay. She finished up her talk with the newbies and walked over to him.

“Hi. Are you okay?” She checked first just to be sure.

“Yeah. I’m okay honey. In fact… I hate to do this but…” Poe said in a mockingly sad tone.

She looked at him confused until he leaned down to lift her up, throwing her over his shoulder. She shook her head at the ridiculousness, ignoring the whistles and catcalls that were thrown their way as he walked. He stopped, and as she heard a small beep, he began walking again, into his room she swiftly identified.

He sets her down into a chair at his kitchen table, where she sees dinner was laid out before her. Poe lit the candles that he had placed and handed her a red rose.

She takes it with a smile, “Poe… what is all this?”

“This… is us making time for us. I haven’t seen my girl in a few weeks and it’s honestly quite upsetting,” He tells her matter-of-factly.

They eat, telling each other about their day’s and enjoying each other’s company.

“So, I hear you’ve been learning how to take care of BB-8?” Poe asked with a smile.

“Yeah. My padawans are pretty well versed and are good about training themselves. The med-bay keeps getting new nurses, droids, and I’ve even hired a few new doctors to help ease up the duties for me. So, I’ve been trying to learn skills. Bee is one of the most important things to you, so I want to make sure he is in top shape when he goes out with you,” Blix explained somewhat embarrassed.

“Thank you. He’s… he really adores you. Can’t get him to shut up about you,” Poe states even though BB-8 beeped from his charging station that Poe was just as bad.

Blix chuckled at them as they playfully argued.

“I guess it’s a good thing I love you both then,” Blix tells them, cutting them off.

Poe looked at her shocked.

“I’m sorry…. say that again?” He requested as he moved around to kneel before her.

“I love you,” She confirmed looking down at him.

He leans up, capturing her lips with his. She slowly stands up along with him, still kissing.

“Bee. Go to bed yeah?” She ordered between kisses.

She hears him beep, saying we were being gross anyway, before he powered down.

Poe slowly pulled away and after taking a deep breath, stated, “I love you. So much.”

The next few minutes was a flurry of clothes flying everywhere and stumbling blindly to the bed. When they eventually got on the bed, they stopped, breathes heavy, and stared at each other for a moment.

Blix bit her lip, mischievously, and flipped them over. She smiled at Poe’s look of surprise and enjoyed watching it morph into a look of pleasure as she took him in and began to ride him. Her control didn’t last long, as Poe sat up, thrusting in time with her movements.

They were so desperate for one another that it didn’t take long for either of them to reach their peaks. They came down from their highs, pulling away from one another slowly. When they were able to move again, they both cleaned themselves up, before returning to the bed.

She laid down on his chest with a soft sigh. She slowly fell asleep laying there; Poe laid there for a few moments… He gently slipped off his necklace, taking the ring off. He slipped it on to her ring finger on her left hand, happy that it fit nicely. He pulled it off, putting it back on the chain, before gingerly clipping it around her neck.

He fell asleep with a smile.

The next morning, Blix woke up feeling rested, and happy. She got up, stretching, snatching one of Poe’s shirts and slipping it on. She quietly cleaned up the mess from last night. It was as she was moving that she notice something was on her neck. Her hand reached up to figure out what it was, finding a chain. She followed it to the weight and gasped when she saw it.

His mother’s ring. She bit her lip softly, gazing at the ring with awe. She didn’t notice Poe sitting up and watching her fondly. He cleared his throat, and she jumped slightly as she turned to him.

She walked back over to him, straddling his hips, kissing him.

“Does this mean what I think this means?” She inquired as she sat there.

“Yeah. I want to marry you. I’m… hoping you feel the same way?” He was hesitant.

She looked down at the ring and said, “Yeah. Yeah. I wanna marry you.”

She took off the ring that he gave her on their first date, the pretty pink opal one, and moved it to her left hand.

“I think this one makes a good engagement ring, don’t you? Then you can put this one on me when we get hitch,” She explained tapping on each ring.

“Sounds like a damn good plan. I didn’t get to tell you last night, but I have some time off for the next 2 to 3 weeks. Finn and Leia, on light duty, are going to take over to give me a break. Figured we could use that time to get things done,” He offered with a smirk.

“Sounds good to me. When do we leave?” She asked excited.

“I was thinking around noon. Gives us time to get packed and give out orders. Then we get the Falcon and head out with Bee. Rey will probably join us,” He thought out loud.

She nodded her head getting up again, to finish cleaning up. Poe packed up a bag, and hopped into the refresher to clean up, and got dressed. Once he was done, she got in the refresher as well, and got dressed. She ran over to her room to pack a bag of her stuff; making sure to get her proper credentials and such for when they arrived in Naboo.

Blix met back up with Poe, once that was done, and they waited on each other as they gave out orders for the next few weeks, and to contact them if anything came up.

When they walked up to the Falcon, Rey was waiting for them, BB-8 nearby and chirping happily. The trip to Naboo would take about 3 hours so, they got on board and took off.

Blix directed Poe to where he should land when they arrived, having to give her credential codes to the guards that were still posted at her mother’s home. When they were cleared, they set the Falcon down on the landing pad and Blix stepped off first, greeting the staff that had gathered there.

Poe and Rey stared at the house before them in shock. It was a large and grand home, that was surrounded by beautiful gardens.

Blix looked back at them, wondering why they weren’t with her.

“What?” She asked looking at their shocked faces.

“I… forgot that you were an ambassador’s daughter. Not gonna lie,” Poe answered as he moved forward with Rey.

Blix made a small ‘oh’ as she looked around, somewhat sheepishly.

“Yeah… Sorry. Is this too much?” She examined looking around, rubbing the back of her neck.

“This is where you grew up? Why would you ever leave here?” Rey questioned rushing forward, her eyes wide as she took everything in.

Blix laughed at her reaction, shaking her head. Poe sidled up next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“So… when you said there was room for your students and our kids, you literally meant… a school and our own squadron. With room for more,” Poe noted with a nod of his head.

She just smiled in response and led the 2 of them forward.

“Dax. Where did my mother’s personal journals wind up?” She asked an older gentleman as they walked inside.

“They went into storage in one of the spare bedrooms,” Dax explained showing her to said room.

“Thank you,” She said as she opened the door and revealed a room that had several boxes stacked on top of one another.

It took a few minutes, moving aside and rearranging boxes to get to the ones marked as journals and photos. They dragged them forward and began to open them up.

The three of them began to read through and look through the photos together. They spent 2 hours going through them before Rey gasped.

“Oh. Ohmy.” She handed some photos over to Blix.

Blix looked at them seeing her mom, at a base she couldn’t recognize. Her arms were wrapped around a man, who was dark haired, and from the side profile of the first picture, he was scruffy. She looked at the next couple of photos and saw a man who had dark eyes and didn’t appear to smile very often.

In fact, the only photo she found of him smiling, was one where he was looking directly at the camera but at her mother, with a deep fondness.

“Ma did always say I got my too serious attitude from him. I can see why,” She mumbled looking at him, as she gnawed on her bottom lip for a moment.

“He was very handsome,” Rey complimented with a smile.

“Yeah. He was. She calls him Cass in these passages,” Blix noted gesturing toward the journal in her lap. “Apparently… they weren’t… exclusive.”

“Ooh. Intriguing. Cass? Like. Captain Cassian Andor?” Poe questioned looking over shoulder.

Blix shrugged not really knowing who that was.

She continued reading long after Poe and Rey retreated to go eat. Her mother tended to be sporadic when she wrote. Either she would write for days or there would be several months gap between entries.

She seemed to stop writing around completely around the time Blix was 5. Her last entry was expressing pride over a podrace Blix had won.

“She did so well today. She was so excited to win. I wish you were here Cass. You would’ve loved it. I know this isn’t the way either of us expected life to go, but I feel you would’ve been so proud of her.”

She remembered that race, it was a smaller race, but it was her first win. It was done on Tattooine and she was aware of the gangs that were there to watch. Her competitors were Huttese gangsters and she wasn’t going to let them intimidate her.

When she won, she was congratulated by Bib Fortuna himself and it was terrifying. She was trying to not let her nerve show, waiting for her mother to appear, to rescue her. When she did, she remembered her mother looking proud but there was a sadness in her eyes that she never could explain.

This entry explained that.

She set the journal down, staring off into the distance. She was vaguely aware of Poe coming back in and urging her to follow him. He dragged her to the dining room, where dinner was being served and she sat down at the table.

She quietly ate thinking about everything, more questions racing around her mind.

They eventually went to bed, and she struggled to sleep. She tossed around a few times, before Poe eventually draped himself over her, to settle her movements. She fell into a fitful sleep in his arms.

The next morning after they woke up and got ready, they were having breakfast when the doorbell rang. Dax came to her a few minutes later.

“Miss Kenobi. Maureen Holdo is here,” He informed her.

“Maker. What? Does she have this place bugged?” Blix muttered annoyed, stabbing her eggs.

“As far as we are aware, no,” Dax answered with a hint of a smile.

They heard the clicking of heels coming toward them, and a moment later, an older woman with white hair, and a gaunt face appeared.

“Hello Maureen,” Blix greeted dully, taking a bite of her food.

“Stop taking such large bites and sit up straight. I know I taught you better,” Maureen said in a snobbish tone.

Blix rolled her eyes, “I am an adult. You are not my mother. I can do what I want.”

Maureen pursed her lips.

“What brings you back here, Blix dear?” Maureen asked in a tone that stated she didn’t approve.

She looked over her companions with a twinge of disgust she failed to hide.

“Just needed to look at some of mom’s stuff. That’s it. You can go now, Maureen,” She dismissed getting irritated.

“You’re not even going to tell me about your engagement? I can see the ring from here, not blind yet,” Maureen stated, looking expectantly.

“General Poe Dameron of the Resistance. Formerly Captain of the Navy for the Republic. Now. Get. Out.” She demanded standing up facing her.

Dax stepped forward and began to usher Maureen out of the house.

“Tell me when you start to plan the wedding, I’ll send you samples!” She called out as she was urged out.

“That’s Amilyn’s mother? Really?” Rey asked staring in disbelief.

“We…. Are not letting her anywhere near our wedding plans. She didn’t even greet us. Looked at us like we were something foul. I see why you don’t like her,” Poe remarked with a frown.

“Let’s.. just get the journals and such and get out of here. Lock up everything so she can’t get back in,” She grumbled abandoning her food.

“Dax. Please make sure that woman does not have access to any of the rooms in the house. I don’t trust her,” She requested as Dax re-entered the dining room.

Dax nodded telling her it was already being done.

They grabbed the 3 boxes of journals and photos and took them to the Falcon. Poe insisted that they go see his father on Yavin 4.

They were there within an hour. As the Falcon landed, Blix noticed an older man who looked a great deal like Poe, but with greying hair and prominent laugh lines. She suddenly felt nervous as they stepped off and made their way to him.

“Blix. This is my father Kes Dameron. Dad. This is the love my life. This is also Rey, our kid sister,” Poe introduced proudly.

The first thing Kes seemed to notice was the necklace she wore. He glanced between the two of them, a smile growing on his face.

“So, this is my future daughter-in-law that I’ve heard so much about? I was beginning to wonder if you were real, he talked about you so much before you started dating,” Kes spoke bringing her into a hug.

She wasn’t expecting it, but she slowly returned it with a shy smile.

“He’s told me a lot about you and his mom. I wish I could’ve met her. I feel like we would’ve gotten along really well,” Blix said nervously.

“Oh yeah. She would’ve laughed at the hard time you gave him,” Kes laughed leading them onward.

He led them to a small, quaint home that was somewhat away from the nearby town, hidden by the forest around them.

They spent some time telling stories about battles and such. Rey had many questions and Kes answered them with enthusiasm. Blix who was curled up next to Poe on the couch, realized something that she decided to ask Kes once they were alone.

Rey slowly nodded off in her chair, and Poe quietly walked over to her and picked her. He took her to one of the spare bedrooms.

While he was doing that, Blix asked, “Kes… Did you… did you know my mother? Willow Kenobi?”

“Yes. I did. She was sweet lady. Wiz at technology, though she never liked to brag about it,” Kes answered after thinking for a moment.

“Did… Was… Did you know anyone named Cass?” She finally asked trying to phrase it properly.

“Cassian. Yeah. She was in love with him. Only problem was Cassian was in love with the Rebellion. He lived and breathed it. He did care for your mom a great deal, but… he wasn’t one to talk about feelings,” Kes explained with a half shrug. “Why do you ask?”

“I… I think he might be my father? I’m not… not sure. I was shown…visions… of a great deal of things. None of which made sense. Scarif being one of them. I know it’s highly improbable that anyone could still be alive… but… but I have to check,” She rambled slightly, fiddling with her shirt nervously.

“Mh. Makes sense. She wasn’t really one to sleep around. She only had eyes for him. This is clearly important to you. So, find your answers. Just know they might not be what you’re expecting,” He cautioned, patting her knee comfortingly.

She nodded in response, and followed Poe to their room, when he returned, wishing Kes a good night.

They spent a few days there, getting to know one another, and making some plans for the wedding. Poe was excited and happy to see his father, and she could tell that when they were leaving, it made him sad. He was trying his best to hide it though.

They stood outside the Falcon, and Blix offered, “So… When we finally figure out where we want to live and such, you are perfectly allowed to visit as often as you’d like.”

“Ooh. I may take you up on that and you may regret it slightly,” Kes said in a teasing voice.

Poe looked at her appreciatively and kissed the side of her head.

“Unless we stay at your mom’s home in Naboo. Turn it into a school for Force-sensitive kids,” Poe stated, before mumbling “Have a squadron of our own kids.”

Blix smiled, feeling her cheeks turn red as Kes laughed and Rey snickered at them.

They said their goodbyes and hopped on board the Falcon. It was going to take a few hours to reach what was left of Scarif. She wasn’t sure what they were going to find there. She simply knew… she had to check it out.

#poe dameron x oc #poe dameron #star wars au

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foodcourtdetective · 5 years ago

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i’ll be yours in any way you’ll have me

summary: y/n waits for her soulmate to return from visiting Gene in the hospital, but there’s good news and bad news when Barry finally gets home.

tags: tw gun violence, tw anxiety attack, soulmate au, love at first sight, nods to canon but obvious twists on it, stressful plot with a happy ending

A/N: thank you for all of your lovely support! this is the end of the soulmark!au but I have another fic half-written if anyone is interested!

word count 1.7k

part 1 x // Part 2 x // AO3 x

Y/N was lounging on the couch, reading her psychology of personal adjustment textbook while mindlessly writing important terms in the notebook precariously balanced on her bent left leg. Barry was visiting Gene in the hospital; the couple had planned on finally celebrating the success of the scenes showcase after the pandemonium that had occurred opening night. Sure enough, Sally upstaging Barry in the scene and getting all the acclaim on the same night as Fuches escaping had been a bit of a dark cloud looming over her boyfriend. Y/N closed her books, her grad work forgotten as her eye caught the Catalina Breeze bottle displayed proudly on her mantle. She sighed happily before turning her glance over to Barry’s phone on the kitchen counter nearby. He had insisted on leaving his phone which her at all times so if Fuches was tracking their devices, the older man would think that Barry was always watching over his girlfriend. NoHank had given him a burner phone for when he had to leave her, even offering to stay nearby if Y/N needed backup.

She chuckled to herself, remembering the instant shine NoHank had taken to her. Any girl of Barry’s is a girl of mine. Despite the contention between the two criminals, Y/N could tell that Barry and NoHank really did have a strong connection. She could only imagine how excited NoHank would be for Barry when he finds out that he got the part in the Jay Roach movie after all. The leading man himself had yet to receive the news and Y/N hoped that the combination of Gene getting better and the huge career score would cheer up her soulmate when he got back. The rattling of the doorknob pulled her out of her happy thoughts, forcing her to confront the idea that someone was breaking into her apartment. Her heart jumped up her throat as she stood up, her books falling silently on the carpet as Y/N reached for the Glock 43 stored underneath the couch. Carefully tip-toeing to hide behind the kitchen island by the door, Y/N pointed the gun at the door with her dominant hand and speed-dialed the burner phone with her other hand. Despite herself, she thought back to how Barry had shown her these safety precautions and how goofy his long legs had looked as he crouched down behind their counter, how he had hindered her giggles with a hard kiss that somehow conveyed the severity of all of his emotions.

The phone was shaking as she raised it to her ear. “C’mon Bear, please pick u—“ her voice betrayed her fear as it cracked on her pet name for him, the one she had coined after comparing him to the teddy bear she used to cuddle as a child. Y/N’s prayers were cut off by the door swinging open, the lock successfully tampered with. She took a shaky breath and mentally prepared herself to jump for the intruder’s legs, to shoot— Her thoughts were interrupted as the intruder fell to his knees, revealing himself to be none other than Barry Berkman. She lowered the gun and put it down slowly, a choked sob of relief betraying her presence to him. He didn’t acknowledge her, staring at the floor with a hopeless look on his face as silent, angry tears streamed down his face. Y/N crawled over to his side, tilting her head downward to try to look into his big eyes.

“Bear-“

“Gene knows. Fuches told him I.. I…” Barry started hyperventilating, the raw emotions of guilt and hurt overwhelming him as his hands flapped like an actor trying to “shake it out.” Y/N intercepted his hands before he could punch something, her warm thumbs stroking his knuckles soothingly. Their soulmarks burned like they always did when they got closer to each other, still visible as his hands were surprisingly clean of any blood. He looked up at her, trying to read her face, trying to see how badly he had messed things up.

“How can he believe the man that framed him for murder? Besides, there’s proof that it was the Chechens…” she tried to reassure him.

“He told me to leave town, to never step into his class again,” he choked on his words, wheezing on the large gulps of air he was sucking in. Y/N shushed him kindly, pulling his long arms around her waist as she pressed her lips to his forehead. Her own hands left his so she could wrap her arms around his neck and stroke his hair, trying to envelop Barry in warm love as he cried into her CSUN sweatshirt. They sat there for a while until he pulled away, in awe of how she supported him unconditionally, without the same self interest everyone else valued in his relationship with them. Taking his observation as a victory, Y/N helped the assassin to his feet and walked him to the couch, kicking the books out of the way. As Barry hesitantly sat on the couch, Y/N pressed her hands atop his thighs and pressed her forehead to his.

“You sit here. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to call Leo and tell him that a con artist named Kenneth Goulet has been manipulating Gene and feeding him lies to isolate him from his loved ones. Then I’ll try to get him to let you go to class next week. You might have to pay extra the first couple sessions or lay low in participating but once he’s off his sedatives, it will be like it never happened. Okay?” She gave him a chaste but sweet kiss as he sat there, stunned by her calculated solution. Not paying his shock too much mind, Y/N headed over to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

“I don’t know if you’re hungry, I know hospital food is terrible. I’m going to heat up my Mediterranean food if you want some. Just promise me you’ll take me to that new hipster cafe next weekend to make it up to me, m’kay?” Pulling the plastic container out and placing it in the microwave, Y/N tapped a few buttons before turning back to him to tell him about the part he had gotten. Barry was looking right at her, a look of epiphany painting his face as he asked her a question that stopped her pleasantries in their tracks.

“Marry me?”

“What!?” She asked, bewildered by his simple request out of nowhere. Suddenly aware of what he asked, Barry sheepishly stood up and scratched the back of his neck.

“Well, we can’t actually get married on paper because of my whole fake identity thing and I know you’re still working on grad school, but you’re my soulmate, literally and emotionally, and I want to prove that I’m gonna spend the rest of my ugly life with you in it and oh god, this was too soon is it—“ mid-rant he noticed that Y/N had closed the distance between them, her face glowing with happiness and her eyes glistening with tears.

“Yes! Of course yes! I’ll be yours in any way you’ll have me!” Emboldened by her response, Barry picked Y/N up into a hug, spinning her around with the same strength that broke a man’s windpipe to share his love for her. As Barry set her down, he placed both hands on her beaming cheeks and laughed in disbelief.

“Wow, I’m sorry I had plans! I don’t even have a ring yet…”

“I do!” Barry pulled a pistol out of the back waistband of his pants, roughly pushing his fiancé behind him as he faced the doorway to the bedroom, the source of the strange voice. NoHank had emerged from Y/N’s walk-in closet with tears in his eyes and his hands in the air, a twinkling ring in one hand.

“What the hell, Hank??”

“I told you I would stay nearby your zuda!” NoHank lowered his hands as Barry stored the gun back in its original spot. The bald Chechen handed him the ring, a bright smile on his face.

“Thank you, Hank,” Y/N smiled at her friend, gesturing for Barry to put the blood diamond on her finger. He simply obeyed, his muttering under his breath about getting her a clean ring later quieted by her soft eyes.

“Oh this is SO beautiful!!! I have shipped you ever since you guys went to the shooting range together!”

“GET OUT HANK!”

“But-“ a flurry of movement and a warning shot cut short whatever NoHank was about to say, the bullet hitting the wall next to the memorial bottle. NoHank yelped, scampering out the bedroom window behind him. Y/N shook her head, a wry smile on her face as Barry made a show of putting his gun away.

“That was a little dramatic, Bear.” He shrugged in response, kissing her earnestly with a joy he had never known. This commitment wasn’t going to be easy with Fuches still at large and Gene still unstable, but the radiance of affection that swelled through his once empty heart told him it would be worth it. After a long, beautiful kiss, Y/N broke it with a smile and tilted her head up at him.

“So am I ever going to know your real name?” He looked down at her, a gentle flush across his features as he pretended to consider her request. Suddenly, Y/N found his lips tickling her ear as he whispered faintly. She laughed, twisting away to get a good look at her fiancé.

“Bartholomew! That is SUCH an actor’s name,” she laughed, ruffling his hair as he just gave her a lovesick look. Heading back to the kitchen to get their food, Y/N failed to notice Barry following her into the kitchen and yelped when he encircled her waist with both arms, kissing her on the cheek.

“You know, you should change your actor’s name to Bartholomew Block for the Roach movie so it’s half real, half fake,” she added, the accidental reveal of the big news not dawning on her until Barry turned her to face him, the complete and blissful shock vibrant on his face.

“I GOT THE PART!” Y/N’s shy little nod prompted Barry to tackle her onto the floor playfully, his fingers brushing against her side accidentally and drawing a laugh from her lips. Kissing right under her ear, he smiled brighter than the sun.

“That is the second best news I’ve heard today!”

#ah what a journey #thanks for the support!#also fun fact #this part was written first and was originally 300 words #I close at the open?#barry berkman x reader #barry #barry hbo #barry block x reader #soulmate au #barry berkman imagine #barry block imagine #barry block #bill hader #hbo #bill hader x reader #my words #engagement fic #proposal fic

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snowycrocus · 5 years ago

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Frozen Fanfiction

Such a Cost Ch.8

See the previous chapter here

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Timber. Piles and piles of it. Plenty of wood for a fire, a never-ending supply of fuel for fires during the winter.

Fish. His mouth waters imagining the pink, light-tasting flesh of a fresh Arendellian salmon grilled over an open flame.

And ice. Blocks of it. Chips of it. Cold storage for meats. Refreshingly cold ale after a long days' work.

He can't wait. And it'll all be so easy.

He and his country's military have decades of experience. They've fought and won countless wars. And certainly harder wars than the one that is about to come.

He and his King are tired of Arendelle. They were ignored ever since the small kingdom essentially shut everyone out twenty-one years ago. No more trade, no more communication. And then they had the nerve to coronate a girl. And not just any girl- an abomination. A freak.

A threat.

And she had ignored them, too.

But no longer. No, now they would not be ignored. She's now weak, they've been told. She's now not a threat.

He's been given orders. Fuck the treaty. Fuck Arendelle. And fuck the Queen.

The last soldier boards the ship. All cannons have been loaded onboard, all artillery stowed safely.

He takes a long draw from his flask and breathes in the fresh, salty air, then gives the orders to set sail for their next, and easiest, conquest.

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"You're doing it again."

"Hmm?"

She looks down at where she was absentmindedly scratching her forearms and palms. Red lines mar her skin, scratches from her nails.

Anna snatches her hand away and examines it.

"You have to stop. You're hurting yourself, Elsa." She squints at the fingers she's clutching. "At least cut your nails so you don't injure yourself."

Elsa sighs and tries to pull her hand out of Anna's grasp. Anna lets her go.

"But it itches."

"I know." Anna's eyes grow dark and sad, remembering. "I'm sorry. But nothing's there anymore, Elsa. You have to stop doing this."

Elsa nods solemnly and pulls her thick woolen jacket back over her arms. She's had quite a few of them made ever since winter hit. Winter was terrible. She had never imagined just how deeply uncomfortable the cold could be. Sometimes she couldn't sleep it was so cold, no matter how much the maids stoked the fire. The cold wouldn't leave her.

At least that was one benefit of wearing sleeves and jackets now- they hid the scratch marks.

She still felt the pricks of ice under her skin. Her palms itched like mad ever since the first snow. It tickled and tingled and she could just feel it swirling inside of her. But it was all in her head, it must be. Her magic was gone - trapped in the pendant and locked away.

The feeling was driving her mad. With every snowflake that fell from the sky, her hands pricked and itched and she just couldn't help the scratching.

"I'm sorry Anna."

"Don't - don't be sorry Elsa. I'm sorry." Anna closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. This winter has been so hard on them both.

She's tried so hard to get over her guilt. She knows that Elsa would do it all over again for her, but every time she sees her sister shiver the guilt lances through her chest and her eyes threaten to spill tears.

She watches her sister bring the jacket back up over her arms and they resume their quiet breakfast.

Only a minute later, she catches Elsa mindlessly scratching at her hands again.

It she doesn't cut her nails, she's going to need to wear gloves again.

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They've been recruiting, Arendelle's supposed spy reported to him. But it was slow-going, as the people of Arendelle hadn't needed to be recruited for decades. The thrill of war and defending ones country had been lost over time.

Besides the lack of recruits, suddenly the Arendelle army was in dire need of weapons and uniforms, and workers couldn't keep up with the demand. It was winter now, and Arendellian winters were some of the worst of them all. It would be near impossible to trade for materials before the ice melted and spring began, the earth too frozen to mine for iron or other metals.

So their army was at somewhat of a standstill, desperately waiting on bodies and weapons and more.

But his was not.

His army was ready. They had everything and everyone they would ever need and more against the small defenseless nation.

All he had to do was wait for the ice to melt, and then he would see those pretty little fjords he had heard so much about.

The ice would melt, and so would Arendelle.

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The ice block is nearly as tall as she is.

It gleams in the sunlight, and Elsa finally feels some warmth in her chest as she recalls the startling variety of colors found in ice. It's soothing.

There are pale shades of icy white, sometimes perfectly translucent. She recalls the concentration needed to produce perfectly clear ice, and the pride when she did it correctly. There were streaks of pale blue like spring cornflowers, like she favored for her dresses, and glimmering ice of richer, heavier blues: azure and lapis, blue like the ocean, the blue of the sky, and the blue like the river they used to picnic at.

There was the blue color of Anna's eyes.

But as beautiful as all the shades of blue and white are, she can't help but try to hold back a shiver. The workshop is kept at near freezing temperatures to keep the ice from melting, and it's all she can do to not rub her arms or let her teeth chatter.

She holds it in even harder when she catches the pitying glance Kristoff fleetingly shoots her way at the sight.

But he hands her a chisel regardless, and shows her how to artfully chip away at the ice until it forms the picture in her minds eye.

There's a delicacy to it; it's certainly an art. She doesn't know how to wrap her fingers around the tool and Kristoff's large, warm hand wraps around hers and guides her for the first few cuts.

She can picture it so clearly: her ice castle.

Her ice castle which is no longer. Her secret safe sanctuary that likely disappeared into thin air with no trace it ever existed.

She blinks back tears and asks Kristoff to leave her be. The ice castle was her special place, it's creation was a solitary one. She knows this one will just be a small model to look at in comparison, but she still craves the privacy of knowing it was made by her, for her. No one else.

Kristoff agrees, giving her a skeptical glance, and leaves her to make her first sculpture in the After.

But the chisel is unwieldy in her hand. She doesn't have the strength needed to constantly chip away at the rock-solid ice block, and her arm tires immediately.

Her fingers grow numb within minutes, and even after rubbing them together her cuts on the ice are chunky and indelicate.

She grits her teeth as the first tear falls. It's warm on her cheek, mocking her as it slowly trails down.

She makes cut after cut til the muscles in her arm are burning. She knows it looks like nothing recognizable, and it makes her cut harder and harder into the ice so that the impact rings throughout her arm and she lets out a frustrated shout with each chip.

The tears keep coming. They're the only warm thing she can feel, and they tickle her cheeks just like that stupid, stupid feeling in her hands that feels like magic but isn't.

Finally, after another chop the chisel slips through her numb fingers and the momentum carries it to clatter to the ground, nearly missing her toes.

She lets out a moan and pauses, looking at what she's done.

It's shit. It looks like absolutely nothing, like a toddlers drawing. It perhaps could be some sort of structure, triangular at the top and squared off on the sides, but beyond that it's nothing recognizable.

Sucking in a breath, she stabs the chisel into the heart of the sculpture, wiping the hot tears from her face with her arm as she stalks out of the workshop.

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She can't believe she made it through.

The last of the ice has melted, signalling the end of yet another brutal Arendellian winter.

Now she understands. She knows the cold now, the darkness and the depression. She knows the desperation, the yearning for warmth and the need for a fire.

But it's done now, and she breathes a great sigh of relief that soon spring will come.

She wraps her shawl tighter around her shoulders, relishing the warmth of the sun on her skin despite the chill morning air.

For the first time in a long time, she feels content. She made it, as a normal person. She can do this. She made it through the cold and can find warmth again. Can love again, maybe even love herself in this new, unfamiliar body.

She looks down from her balcony and watches the people. Her people.

It's obvious they're joyous from the change in weather as well. The morning market is bustling, and Elsa even considers going out to enjoy it as most people still don't even recognize her. Maybe it would make her feel like a part of something.

She smiles, closing her eyes and raising her chin up to the sky to let the sunlight on her face. She opens her eyes, looking out into the glimmering, glistening fjord. It's beautiful.

Wait.

Is that.....

She squints, peering further into the horizon. There's something there.

Trumpets suddenly sound, making her jump. An alarm from the guard tower.

Her heart races, her palms slick with sweat and hands shaking.

She squints once more out into the distance.

It's......a little more.....there!

It's a ship.

She sees one, then three, then seven, and before she knows it the entire fjord is speckled with far-away ships.

The alarm rings in her ears and she bolts back into the castle, her hands prickling with magic that's not there anymore.

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