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mugloversonly · 2 months ago

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Eddie: the Matchmaker

Written for: @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: PINING WC: 946 Rating: G CW: NA Summary: Wayne’s pining after his neighbor, Eddie really is Santa Claus AO3

“Oh, Wayne!” Eddie called into the house, happy as can be. Steve walked in behind, much more subdued and helping Amelia through the snow. She was big girl and she wanted to do it by herself. The snow being at her shoulders didn’t deter her. Like father like daughter. Steve thought.

“Hey, boy.” Wayne’s gruff voice called out as he came out of the kitchen. The new house was a bit nicer than the trailer, but not the same. Still, it was home to Eddie so long as Wayne lived there. He picked Amelia up and kissed her cheek.

“Grandpa, your beard is all itchy.” She giggled. Wayne put her down with a fond smile.

“How was the drive?” He asked.

“Brutal.” Steve said.

“Enlightening.” Eddie replied at the same time.

“How so?” Wayne sat in his recliner, the boys sat on the couch, and all three watched as Amelia opened her toy box she kept at Wayne’s.

“Have any interesting neighbors?” Eddie asked, not all hiding his teasing. Wayne rolled his eyes.

“Not one.”

“Is she pretty?” Steve asked. Eddie never thought he’d see the day his uncle blushed about a woman.

“Who is she?!” He exclaimed. Wayne looked like he wanted to be anywhere else right now, and Eddie was giddy. All the teasing Wayne did when he was pining after Steve; well now, it was Eddie’s turn.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Wayne breathed a sigh of relief and moved to open the door. On the other side was a petite black woman.

“Hey there, Miss Cecilia.” Wayne said shyly. Eddie and Steve made eye contact, just as Amelia dropped her toy. She ran over to the door and pushed her way to the front.

“Hello, Miss Cecilia. I’m Amelia Munson. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She said as she stuck her little hand out for a shake. Eddie tried not to laugh as he pictured how red Wayne’s face was right now. They stood up to save the man.

“Amelia, it’s not nice to barge into conversations like that.” Eddie said before he turned to the woman. She looked nice, about Wayne’s age. “I’m Eddie and this is Steve.” He said.

“Wayne’s son and son-in-law, right?” Cecilia asked. Eddie’s eyes widened, welling up a bit.

“Yeah, we are.” Steve replied, when it was obvious Eddie couldn’t.

“Sorry, to intrude, I just needed Wayne’s help with moving something heavy.” She apologized. Wayne was about to follow her when a light bulb went off.

“I’ll help her, Wayne. You play with your granddaughter.” Eddie insisted. He slipped on his shoes and followed the woman out before Wayne could breathe to protest.

“So, Wayne says you and your husband are very successful up in Indy.” Cecilia began. Eddie nodded and jumped into explaining their jobs, work life, all the getting to know you questions. Once they were finished moving the furniture Cecilia needed help with, Eddie went in for the kill.

“Are the two of you close?” Eddie asked with a nod to his uncle’s house. Cecilia’s eyes darted away with a little smile.

“Yes, your uncle is very nice.”

“Oh, good. I get so worried about him. All alone here while we’re up in Indy.” Eddie said. “And I don’t mean to be telling stories out of school, but I think he has a mighty big crush on you.” He let a tiny bit of his southern accent slip through. It was always a hit with the older ladies...and Steve.

“You think so?” She asked a little breathless.

“Yes, ma’am. He’s my pops. I just want him to be happy. Would you let him take you out, this Friday?” He asked. Cecilia laughed heartily.

“Are you a wing-man for your uncle, young man?” She asked with a tap to his arm.

“He don’t know I know this, but he told my daughter he asked Santa for a date with you.” She gasped at hearing that. “And I don’t want my little girl to think Santa ain’t real, just yet.”

“Well, if it’s to help little Amelia believe in magic.” She said. The two made their way back to Wayne’s and Eddie invited her in.

“Wayne, ask Cecilia.” Eddie demanded. Wayne looked around to see his family staring at him.

“Lord. Cece, I was wondering if you’d like to-”

“Yes!” She interrupted. Wayne stood in shock for a moment, before a wide grin spread across his face.

“Well alright.” He said. Amelia jumped up and down with her tiny fists in the air.

“Another Christmas miracle!” She shouted.

“You’re taking me to Enzo’s on Friday.” Cecilia said with raised eyebrows. Wayne ducked his head with a smile.

“Yes, ma’am.” Wayne offered to walk her home, and Eddie turned to Steve with a big smile.

“You’re never gonna let him live this down are you?” Steve asked.

“He does the same thing to me!” Eddie shouted. It was an inside joke that the only reason they were together was because Wayne begged Steve to make a move. It was true, but still. Eddie pulled $50 out of his wallet and slipped it into Wayne’s.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

“Wayne did the same thing to me when I took you to Enzo’s.” He explained. He fondly recalled his uncle offering and Eddie saying no. Before he turned up at the restaurant with extra cash he uncle had slipped him. “I always swore to myself that if it came up, I’d do the same.” What Steve never knew was Wayne gave him a few condoms too, and a serious talk about protection. Eddie was going to have a field day giving it back to him.

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sofreddie · 11 days ago

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Sins of the Past - Part 8 (Final)

Summary: Will there be peace when they are done?

Characters: Dean x Y/N, Sam Winchester x OFC Imogene “Gene” Sutton

Warnings: SAW/Soulmate AU, Angst, Fluff

WC: 2,472

A/N: I'm sad this story has come to an end, but I am thrilled to have completed another series! Thanks for taking this ride with me and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Feedback is appreciated. : )

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Part 7

The rest of that evening had been extremely quiet. Sam didn’t come out of his room. Gene didn’t come out of hers. Y/N and Dean stuck together, generally in some kind of embrace, as everybody just....existed.

Sam stared at the ceiling in his room. He hadn’t really done much else for the past few hours. There was no motivation to. Not even any motivation to sleep.

He picked up his phone, which Dean had left to charge on his bedside table. Sam swiped at the screen to check the time, but he nearly jumped out of his skin when a message suddenly flashed up on the screen.

I’m glad you’re okay.

It was from Gene, and Sam wasn’t sure if his heart was swelling or aching. But, at least she’d kinda said something to him.

It was enough that he managed to drift off to sleep.

Y/N and Dean sat in silence for an immeasurable amount of time. They were in Y/N’s room, sitting on the bed, Dean’s arms wrapped around her as her head rested on his chest.

“I’m sorry,” she finally said, barely audible, breaking their comfortable silence. She pulled back enough to meet his eyes. “It’s been nothing but trouble and pain since I came into your life,” she said, and he could see her guilt laid bare.

“No, don’t say that,” Dean said softly, holding a hand to her cheek. “None of what’s happened is your fault. If anything, it’s mine. I’m the one that got sent to hell and...met Beatrice in the first place…”

His eyes quickly diverted away as again he tried to bury those horrific memories and the feelings that came with them. She touched his cheek, gently guiding his gaze back to her. She leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his, trying to convey reassurance, want, acceptance, and love.

His eyes fluttered closed as he let her kiss him. He lingered, allowing the gesture to spread that familiar warmth through him. Slowly pulling back, he rested his forehead on hers and took a long, slow breath.

“You don’t deserve any of this,” he said quietly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve everything,” she said, her voice full of conviction. “Despite everything she tried to do, you still did whatever you could to ensure everyone’s safety.”

“I dunno, I’m just…” Dean shrunk back, unconvinced. “I’m just programmed that way. It’s what I’ve always done - protect my family - but...all that ever happens is people get hurt around me anyway.”

Y/N smirked, “So why were we avoiding the early retirement idea again?” she chuckled lightly.

“Never said I was completely against it?” Dean countered in admittance. “So long as you’re there.”

Y/N sat up straighter, Dean’s arms falling from her as she did. “I don’t know if you’ve thought about us and the future and whatnot, but I have,” she began, taking a deep breath. “I meant what I said before. That I wanna be by your side no matter what.” She paused, choosing her following words carefully. “But...I can’t help but wonder. What kind of life are we going to have? If hunting and monsters and demons and witches and angels...all of that is your life. But after everything that’s happened,” she shook her head, dropping her gaze to her lap, struggling to explain herself.

There was a long pause as Dean let Y/N’s words sink in. Slowly, he brought his finger to her chin, lifting her head to look at him. “That was my life,” he said gently. “but you’re my life now.”

She blushed, unable to stop the smile that pulled at her lips. “God,” she groaned, rolling her eyes at herself. “This sounds terrible, but I can’t remember what I was gonna say after that.” She blushed harder, chuckling in embarrassment. “Smooth,” she added, like a whistle admiring his skills.

Dean smiled, huffing a small laugh through his nose as he tucked Y/N’s hair behind her ear, “After all...this...I don’t want that life for you. And I want to be with you, so if you want, I’ll quit.”

“Yeah?” she blushed, grinning harder as she snuggled into his side. “And what would that life look like, I wonder?”

“Some quiet little town, maybe,” Dean opened his arm up so she could snuggle in closer and then rested his arm, scooping her tight into him. “Gotta have a local bar, of course; maybe I could get a mechanic job or something.”

“Mechanic?” she asked, looking up at him with a quirk of her brow. “You good with cars or just like ‘em?”

“Used to stay with a guy called Bobby when I was a kid - wish you could have met him - and he had a salvage yard and always had some busted up thing he was working on,” Dean smiled with nostalgia. “Probably knew my way around most engines before I was even a teenager.”

“I took auto mechanics in high school, but I’ve forgotten most of it,” she chuckled broadly. “But I suppose I could always run the office of your shop,” she joked cheerily.

“Have our little family business auto shop?” Dean smiled, letting his mind run away with the thought. “Get Sam to do all the techy side, run the website, and stuff,” he chuckled. “Gene can do customer service; I’m sure she’d love that.”

“It’s a nice dream,” Y/N readily agreed with a dreamy sigh.

“I mean, it probably wouldn’t be exactly that,” Dean chuckled in admittance before turning slightly as he gazed at Y/N. “But it doesn’t necessarily have to be a dream.”

“Okay,” Y/N blinked. “But...how can you get the money? I mean, it’s not like you can get a loan when you’re somehow both dead and wanted...for like the umpteenth time,” she laughed with a shrug.

“Ah...details,” Dean shrugged off nonchalantly before laughing softly. “Worry about that when it comes to it.”

She stared at him silently for a moment before smiling softly, “I love you,” she said, her voice tender and comfortable as if she’d said it a thousand times before.

Dean smiled, his heart swelling to impossible degrees. With a slow blink, cupping Y/N’s face again, he leaned forward and gently pulled her into a tender kiss.

He ghosted over her lips, his eyes looking deep into hers, “I love you too.”

Sam sat in the Library, his laptop open in front of him, a long table lamp illuminating his workspace. He was desperately searching for a case, anything. He needed to get out of the Bunker and get some space.

It had been three days since he’d recovered with the help of Rowena, three days since he’d knocked on Gene's door and received a text message. But she hadn’t come out, hadn’t talked to him, and it was eating him alive. Not to mention, anytime he got in the same room as Y/N, she’d jump, flinch, or cower closer to Dean, still afraid of him.

He felt terrible. He knew it wasn’t his fault he got back on the demon blood. But he gave in to it. He was that monster again. He sighed, emptying the contents of his crystal glass before quickly refilling it, focusing once more on finding anything to occupy him.

Dean strolled into the Library in search of Sam. Y/N had gone to bed for the evening, so he decided to seize the opportunity for him to actually talk properly to his little brother. Spotting him at one of the tables, he made his way over.

“Are you...working?” Dean asked, puzzled at the all too familiar sight of Sam scouring for a case.

Sam glanced up at his brother, grunting out a ‘yeah’ before taking another swig and focusing on the screen before him.

“Okay...…” Dean said tentatively, slowly lowering himself into a chair opposite Sam. “Are you sure that’s wise?”

“I don’t see why not,” he responded, his eyes still glued to the screen. “It is our job, in case you forgot.”

“Oh, believe me, I haven’t forgotten,” Dean snapped, rolling his eyes. “I completely understand getting out there, escape, kill some fucking monster, and get all that frustration out. But… you sure you want to risk potential separation anxiety amongst everything else you’re feeling?”

Sam paused from his reading, looking at Dean over the laptop's top before slumping back in his chair with a defeated sigh. “I wasn’t even thinking about that,” he breathed, running a hand through his hair. “Damnit,” he groaned, leaning forward and dropping his head to the table with a light thunk.

“Pour yourself another drink there, little brother,” Dean sighed sympathetically.

“She sent me a text,” he groaned, his forehead still on the table as he spoke to the floor. “After the spell, she sent me a text. A-and I haven’t seen or heard from her since,” he sighed, lifting his head and looking at his brother, appearing as that tiny, frail child Dean remembered from so long ago.

“And Y/N...she’s afraid of me. Like, really afraid of me. She flinches every time I come around,” Sam sighed defeatedly. “I don’t know what to do.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, his heart breaking somewhat for Sam but trying to turn his big brother's brain on. “Well, you have been stomping around here like a kid mid-tantrum, so Y/N’s probably still freaked,” Dean offered, trying to inject some form of his familiar humor and bring a sense of normality to the situation. “So once you’ve calmed down a bit...I’m sure she’ll come around in time.”

He waited a moment to gauge Sam’s reaction to that. It was a silent one but with a small glimmer of that familiar bitch face, which spurred Dean to continue.

“As for...Gene’s text. Well, did you text her back?”

Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking at his lap as he pouted slightly, “I didn’t know what to say,” he mumbled. “She said: I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I can’t tell you what to say,” Dean shrugged helplessly. “She’s shown she’s comfortable speaking that way, so why not try?”

Sam sighed, nodding, “Okay,” he relented, his sadness slowly changing into determination. “I’ll try to be less upset around here. But could you talk to Y/N? Please?”

“It's not a problem,” Dean nodded, then nodded impatiently again. “Go on, then, text her!”

“Fine.”

Sam rolled his eyes, pulled out his phone, and brought up the message with Gene. His thumbs hovered as he tried to figure out just what to say. A million things flitted through his mind, and he’d retract them all. He began typing, only to delete it, groaning and shuffling in his seat as he visibly grew agitated.

Finally, he typed a message and hit send, tossing his phone on the table as if it’d burnt him.

I miss you.

“Ball’s in her court now,” Dean said, smiling at Sam reassuringly. He did have a feeling deep down that Gene would respond; he just now really hoped that feeling was right.

“How are things on your end?” Sam asked awkwardly, trying to fill the silence and release the tension instead of focusing on staring at his phone.

“Uh…”

Dean scratched his head. Of course, he wanted to gush to Sam about how great things were between him and Y/N right now, gushing like a teenage girl, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it would only make Sam feel worse, considering his situation.

“It’s uh….yeah, we’re good, it’s all...g-good.”

“Dean,” Sam chuckled slightly, leaning his forearms on the table. “You being happy makes me happy. Just...spill, man. " He laughed a little harder.

“Well...I mean…” Dean laughed somewhat awkwardly, guilt panging in his chest. Still, it didn’t take long for him to relent, “She’s amazing, Sam...We talked about a life after all this, you know? A normal one...no hunting… and she said she loved me. Must be crazy, obviously…” he chuckled again, but his cheeks pinkened.

Sam’s eyes widened, but a small smile still tugged at his lips. “Wait a minute,” he said, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it. “You—Dean Winchester—are considering...retirement?” Sam teased with a laugh, “Who are you, and what did you do with my brother?”

“Oh c’mon,” Dean protested jokingly. “I think it’s safe to say I’ve earned it. Besides...Y/N doesn’t deserve a hunter’s life; I’m gonna do better by her.”

Sam smiled knowingly, “You said it back, didn’t you?”

“Course I did,” Dean said quickly as if it were apparent. “Because I do.”

“Are you serious, though?” Sam asked, perking up with interest. “About walking away from it? All of it? For good?”

Dean smiled softly before looking at Sam seriously, “Yeah, yeah, I think I am.”

A loud buzz suddenly met their ears as the screen on Sam’s phone lit up with a new message.

Sam’s eyes widened as they locked on his phone. He was frozen in place, his mouth slightly agape. The light on the phone faded, but it still sat untouched, Sam unmoving.

Dean’s eyes were also wide as he froze on the spot. Very slowly, his eyebrows descended into an impatient frown, and Dean snapped with an animated wave of his arms, “Well, read it!”

Sam jumped at the sound of his voice as if he’d forgotten he was even there. He swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he slowly reached forward and retrieved his phone. He let out a long, slow exhale before opening the message.

Are you up to talking?

Sam let out a harsh laugh before closing his eyes and smiling. He quickly opened them again and typed out his response.

Now?

He looked up at Dean with a giddy grin, the light of hope back in his eyes.

Promptly, the phone buzzed again before Dean could drop the smug told ya so comment he had prepared.

Twenty seconds before I change my mind.

Sam smiled broadly as he opened the message before his eyebrows shot up. He stood from his chair so quickly it fell backward, and he sprinted down the hall.

“Hey!” Dean yelled after Sam, who promptly ignored him. Dean scoffed, shaking his head and laughing to himself, “I told you so!!”

Dean couldn’t believe that they were going to do it - they were going to quit hunting. He’d always dreamed of an everyday life and of finding his soulmate. But he had long abandoned hope that he even had one. Now, he held hope for a bright future, with Y/N at his side and maybe Gene and Sam next door or close by. He could look forward to a better tomorrow and leave the past behind him.

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neonpaperlanterns · 9 days ago

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Love Me Normally

Chapter two: A Good Day

[Chp 1]

Soft music filled his cab as Bulkhead rolled leisurely down the street. There were no vocals, just gentle instruments playing harmoniously with each other and it’s not something he thought he would like so much but he did. It was soothing, easing any annoyance that could be had as he hit every red light.

Or, well, more like helping drown out Bumblebee’s annoyance at hitting every red light. The little yellow speedster fidgeted next to him, the music Sari and him liked thrummed through his frame as his wheels tapped against the asphalt. Bulkhead knew the second the light turned green Bee was going to ‘burn rubber’ as Sari put it.

“Should we warn Bee that Prime is right behind him?” Indi asked offhandedly, her fingers drummed against his dash as she eyed the minibot.

“I doubt he’d hear ya, he’s in one of those moods today.” His passenger let out a hum, resting back against his seats.

“Ooof course he is.” There was a bitingness behind her tone and it had Bulkhead shrinking in on himself.

“I’m sorry, I know today was supposed to be one of those days Sari and you showed us the wonders of outdoor musical theater and Bee is being…” He trailed off feeling guilt churn his tank into knots.

The light turned green and Bumblebee was flying through the intersection, Prime behind him immediately shouting at him to slow down. Going at a more reasonable if not a bit slower pace, Bulkhead followed dejectedly.

Indi pinched at the bridge of her olfactory sensor. “No, hold on. Bulk this isn’t your fault I’m sorry.” She let out a sigh that he’s heard one more than one occasion from Bossbot and Ratchet. “We’re still going to have a good day and I know that BB is just feeling that itch he always does when he’s been still for too long.” A hand came to rest on his steering wheel, giving it a firm reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay, really.” The smile she gave was small and tired but it was genuine.

Feeling a bit more at ease Bulkhead let his plating relax. The park was still a few miles away and Bee was sure to burn off some energy before they got there. It would be okay and Indi was right they would still have a good time.

But then Ratchet was yelling ‘INCOMING’ and the road in front of Bulkhead imploded. His brakes screamed as he swerved around the debris, bumper slamming into the curb as with a practiced ease Indi tucked and rolled from his cab. She hit the ground running, sprinting in the direction he assumed Sari was. With his friend far enough away he transformed. Gears twisting and spinning as he braced himself. Red optics flared to life within the smoke, the sound of cannons coming on line had him jumping out of the way just as fire began to rain down.

Blitzwing didn’t let him go far, lunging for Bulkhead with a ferocity that had him immediately on the backfoot. The Con was opting for close quarters combat instead of his typical ranged attacks. Blitzwing was also being uncharacteristically quiet, red optics uncomfortably focused on his target. Which would be him.

Bulkhead threw his arms up; he barely blocked the fist that was aiming for his faceplate. It sent him tumbling backwards, pedes destabilizing as he went down. Blitzwing followed, servos wrapped around Bulkhead’s shoulder guards lifting him into the air and tossing him through the nearest building. He was showered in concrete and glass, bits of metal getting lodged between his plating as Blitzwing grabbed at the back of his helm.

Bulkhead felt the Con’s digits dent the metal of his helm. It made a buzzing sensation dance along his processor before the Triple Changer slammed his faceplate into the ground. Static erupted over his visual feed as Blitzwing did it again.

And again.

Bulkhead’s audibles were cutting in and out and he could taste energon on his glossa. He thinks Blitzwing was saying something, finally, the noise rumbling low in the Triple Changers chassis but Bulkhead couldn't properly focus. Warnings were blaring across his HUD as his internals flashed an anxiety inducing red. If he didn’t get the Con off of him he might actually go offline. It’s something that the Con’s have threatened before but don’t ever seem to actively seek out but right now Bulkhead doesn’t feel like it’s just a threat.

Where were the others?

SLAM

What was going on that they couldn’t help him?

SLAM

Something unhooked in his optics, fed fizzingly out as Bulkhead’s processor whined. Overworking itself until it forced him into stasis, frame going limp as his systems shut down.

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sinisterexaggerator · 17 days ago

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Stars Above! | Cad Bane

Chapter 17

Explicit: Semi-slow burn, gratuitous smut /pwp, canon-typical violence, rough sexual elements, angst, Tatooine Slave Culture.

This chapter: No warnings, just Cad being an ass.

Word count: 2.5k+

Notes: Maybe one day they will be on the same page!

[ Ao3 ] - [ Masterpost ]

《 Previous chapter ||

Zulara did not exit the refresher when Cad Bane did, hanging back to luxuriate, as for her water was scarce. Her desert home had little in the way of moisture without it costing a small fortune, as Kayson was not that generous. Money was something she never had much of, though she wouldn’t take advantage, partially choosing to stay behind to give the man a chance to dress, for the Duros said he had important business to attend to.

She could hear him shuffling about his quarters, dreaming, wishing she could join him in that cozy bed of his, though loose items would have to be removed, such as credits and excess clothing, the girl hoping he would return to her once he had finished with his comm call.

And what business did he have, she wondered. He had only just recovered. His run-in with the rancor should not be so easily dismissed. He needed more time to heal, in her opinion, yet they had only newly met—she could tell that he was obstinate and that he would most likely shoot down her suggestions.

Would he listen if she pleaded? Would he throw her out if she begged him to stay put? Would his little droid even allow her to get close?

Finally, she cut the shower off, listening out for noise, though she heard none. It seemed Bane had already left the room, leaving Zulara to dry herself and to put back on her dirty clothes, because she had nothing else to wear. It was unfortunate.

Though the girl wished to, she decided against lingering, giving Bane’s bedchamber one more cursory glance before she exited.

“There you are!” Todo exclaimed. It seemed he had waited for her all this time, though upon Bane’s direct orders, she was unsure. Perhaps he simply had it out for her, acting as her shadow, making sure she did not stray into private rooms or down secret corridors. “I am surprised you are still alive,” he offered haughtily.

Zulara did not respond, for maybe she was too, not knowing what to expect once she had crossed Bane’s threshold. Despite this, she kept on moving down the hall; Todo followed. He was determined to not give her one ounce of peace, the halfling thought.

“And just where are you off to now? Bane told me to keep an eye on you,” he informed her warily.

So, he still did not trust her. Zulara supposed maybe he never would, but could he be blamed? Though she knew little of Bane’s past, what she had learned caused deep concern within her, and not simply the fact Hondo had said he was a murderer, but because the man was all alone and chose to be. How could she make him betray his instincts?

And the Duros was not wrong; Zulara had a target on her back. For him not to know she was the one who had escaped him still ate away at her. She was sure that he would find out one day, about her and Kayson, about their operation. She played with fire and would lie to herself about the possibility of being burned up until the time the flames consumed her, anything to spend one more day in the hunter’s company.

“I need to finish the repairs I started,” Zulara proffered humbly, her voice soft against a backdrop of eerie silence. She wondered which door Bane had disappeared behind, though she dare not search him out; she would wait until he came to her, Todo huffing as she ambled onward.

“Very well. But don’t try anything! Bane will know,” Todo countered, as if she was the enemy.

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Though his anger had somewhat dissipated, Bane found himself needlessly agitated. For one, he hated surprises, even pleasant ones, the presence of the girl causing his thoughts to swirl, to plague his mind with frivolous things unrelated to his work. Yet, he could not say he was annoyed.

Pushing everything aside, he would call Tour Aryan, blue fingertips manipulating screens, finding the appropriate application that would dial her frequency. It would ring and ring, though Bane would not give up. He would agitate her with his incessant summons until she picked up the comm.

It took three times, but the governess finally answered, a glass of something in her hand. It appeared she had been entertaining guests at her large mansion in Bestine—she ought to consider herself lucky Bane hadn’t crashed her party.

��Cad Bane,” she began, having had one too many, yet she still held her dignity as a dignitary in all her finery. She gave him a tightlipped smile in greeting. “I hope this is important, I have Captain—"

“—Shut up and listen” Bane spat, causing the governess to recoil with her dry martini, though now she was all ears despite herself, her tiny holo flickering in the darkness of the cockpit.

“You have my attention,” she said, disdain reading across all her features. Bane could give a shit what the governess thought of him, he’d drop her as a client if she continued to disrespect him. Kark the fact she was Imperial; the job itself was their little secret. If nothing else, he had the dirt on her, why she’d asked him to work for her having nothing to do with her higher ups and everything to do with her.

“Don’t know what kinda shit yer tryin’ te pull’,” Cad Bane began, “but don’t appreciate bein’ left in de dark on yer lil’ agreement with de Hutts.”

“What exactly do you mean?” Tour asked, thinking back to their conversation at Chalmun’s Cantina. It was true, she had not elaborated on the details, but she had not thought anything would come of it.

Bane kicked forward from off his chair; he had been reclining casually, but now his latent fury forced him to lean forward, his face appearing large and foreboding on Aryan’s end. “De kind where ye need permission te conduct yer business,” the hunter snarled.

Tour took a dainty sip of the expensive gin that filled her glass. “I did not think it would be an issue, what with your renown skills of stealth,” she brazenly admitted; it was an underhanded insult and Bane was privy to it.

Bane’s voice lowered an entire octave, his anger calm, but fierce. Tour would not get away with this. “Don’t need te explain how Ah figured out yer dishonest. Clients who ain’t transparent don’t last, if ye catch my drift.”

“Is that a threat?” Tour stood up straight, attempting to look more intimidating.

“It’sa ‘ye better fix dhis,’ or Ah ain’t liftin’ another finger, and Ah’m keepin’ de advhance,” the gunslinger clarified. “My persuaders will do de rest,” Bane added, though not elucidating as to what he truly meant by that.

“That will not do, I—"

“—Ain’t no negotiatin’!” Bane interrupted. “Naht takin’ on more heat, fer ye. Ain’t paid me enough fer dhat.”

“I am paying you more than enough to—"

“—Naht in my book! De Hutts ain’t te be trifled with, ye hear? Either ye werk it out, or ye cahn find yerself someone fool enough te play yer games,” the hunter hissed. He did not wait for a response but immediately cut the comm; he would not work until Tour Aryan did her job.

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Zulara had done her best to repair Bane’s unique gadgetry, making sure to clean up any mess, not wanting him to find a single item out of place. She had oiled and polished it, attempted to buff out any scratches, leaving his gauntlet as good as new, and the girl exhausted—maybe he wouldn’t fault her for taking a short nap.

Not knowing what to do, or where to turn, she once more laid her head down on the workbench among his tools. She committed herself to the arms of slumber, feeling safe here, knowing Bane would never hurt her.

Todo tsked, though he failed to interrupt her. Even though he had a heart, none beat inside his metal chassis. The droid now understood just how much she had accomplished within the past two days, not once deserting Bane, cooking for him a meal, caring for him, and he would reward her by leaving her undisturbed, though it was possible his master wouldn’t.

The door slid open; Todo was roused to full attention. He approached Bane cautiously, not wanting him to think he wasn’t doing a good job—he had only told him to watch.

“Shh, Bane, she is sleeping,” Todo whispered softly. Cad Bane was not amused, his mouth quirking, though he kept quiet as he approached, his boots made soundless, the hunter silent as his skills allowed.

The Duros gazed at her, studied her, with her dainty hands tucked beneath her head, her cheek pressed against shades of rose and lavender. Her breathing was slight, though even. His fingers fondled her raven hair. He admired her; how comfortably she rested when he was near, a thing so rare. No one dare close their eyes with him around.

“Hm, so she is,” he muttered beneath his breath. Todo eyed him, taking note of the way he touched her.

“She has been observing you very carefully since you were brought onboard,” the droid informed him. Bane had been so out of sorts he hadn’t thought to ask how he had been returned to his home sweet home, though he had many, and none at all; he was always on the move.

“Supposin’ ye had a hand in dhat,” he guessed; Todo was more than just his companion. He served many a purpose, often when he found himself in danger. Without the droid, it was possible he might already be dead, especially after encountering that damned child, the son of Jango, his accursed adversary, Boba Fett—Todo had been his sole rescuer when all others had abandoned him.

“No, actually it—”

A comm cut in, one not under Cad Bane’s ownership. Static filled the tiny space, then the voice of none other than that blasted brat, that half-grown man he had last encountered at Jabba’s Palace.

He addressed the woman sleeping soundly; Bane’s eyes broadened more and more with every word—right before they narrowed.

“Zulara … it’s Fett,” the youth began, causing Cad Bane to grit his fangs, “did the old man kick the bucket yet, or what?” he asked.

The Duros snatched the comlink from off the table; the device had been resting next to Zulara’s head; He threw it to the ground, the sudden onset of his anger unable to be restrained. His boot pulverized it into dust, causing the girl to wake abruptly.

“Bane?” she questioned weakly.

“Get up,” Bane demanded, grabbing a hold of the back of the chair she sat in. Zulara stood quick enough that she missed being dumped out on the floor. The hunter reached for her; he squeezed her cheeks together roughly.

“What are ye doin’, talkin’ te Fett?” he hissed.

Zulara’s two-toned eyes had widened in disbelief; she whimpered as she used both hands to try and tug him loose. He budged only slightly; the way she chose to answer would dictate what happened next. “I was helping him—”

“—Helpin’ him!?” Bane seethed; his green blood was boiling. How long had this girl been in with Fett behind his back, perhaps planning an attack, or to sabotage his ship. The thought of it was more than enough to piss him off. He would not hear reason when he lost his temper.

Todo would be the first to know; he made a motion with his arms. The droid would attempt to intervene on her behalf, though if he knew his master, which he did, it was already too late. “Bane! It is not what you think!”

Cad cast a glare that was cold enough to freeze his circuits. Todo shut his trap. He wrung his tiny hands as he glanced up to Zulara with those blazing yellow eyes of his.

Zulara finally seemed to understand. That boy was Cad Bane’s mortal enemy, and her words had been ill-chosen. “Yes, but—”

“—Get out,” Bane growled. He was madder than an angry Hoth hog; he would have to scour every inch of his karkin’ ship, search for hidden things. Bombs, detonators, loose wiring.

“Wait, please!” Zulara begged. “I only wanted to make sure—”

“—Dhat Ah was dead? Dhat it?” the Duros sneered. “Off with ye! And don’t let me see yer face again,” he spat, taking up her wrist to guide her out. “Yer lucky Ah don’t kill ye.”

Tears drifted down Zulara’s cheeks as she broke free and turned to flee. Bane felt nothing. He followed her as she descended, making sure she exited before locking all the doors, before retracting the boarding ramp, and setting the alarms.

What he was shocked to see was an indignant droid, holding something, that thing he thought had broken beyond repair—his right wrist gauntlet—but it was wholly new again, or at least upon inspection.

Before he could take it back and refit it to his arm, Todo dropped it onto the ground.

“What de kark de ye think yer—"

“—That girl fixed this for you,” Todo informed him. Bane simply stared at him, so he continued. “If you had listened, you would know that Boba was the one who dragged you home—with Zulara’s help.”

Bane crossed his arms, then caught a whiff of something. He did not want to believe what he had heard with its many implications; all the strange things it made him feel. He vaguely remembered part of the ordeal—the instance he had demanded she go home, for one. “What’s dhat smell,” he asked, puzzled.

“I do not know, but I observed Zulara cooking something earlier. Ingredients she bought with her own money, might I add, in case you wish to accuse her of stealing,” Todo offered flippantly.

Bane’s forehead crinkled as he scowled, then he turned toward the little kitchen that resided just behind the housing for the ion engines. Todo was not done sharing his two credits, following shortly behind his master, his tone marginally disrespectful, though it would be best not to push his luck, if he had any left.

“I am sure it tastes delightful,” Todo started. “And another thing! You should feel terrible! She stayed by the bacta pod the whole time you were in recovery; prepared you a meal; fixed your broken gauntlet—all without expecting anything in return! And for you to treat her as such, why—”

“Cahnnit!” Bane snapped, though he had heard him loud and clear. He approached the pot of stew that simmered, lifting up the lid.

The smell that rose engulfed his senses—but how could he know it was safe to eat? As if reading him like an open book, archaic, Todo announced his thoughts. “And do not think for a moment she would poison you after all that trouble! I, for one, think you should apologize to her. No one is ever nice to you, and—"

“Go do somethin’ productive and leave me be!” the Duros rasped.

“Fine. But I think it is good to have … friends,” Todo benignly stated on his way out.

Bane braced himself. He took a taste with a spoon that had been left behind, resting on the counter. He cursed beneath his breath, as it was one of the most delicious things he had ever sampled.

#Cad Bane #Cad Bane x OC #Star Wars #Fanfic #My writing #Stars Above #Original characters #Original female characters #longfic #Todo 360 #Tatooine #Rise of the Empire era #Post Bad Batch #Boba Fett #Bounty Hunters #Imperials #Empire

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makairodonx · 11 months ago

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Keiko Yamamoto walks down a trail that leads into dense forest with a juvenile and an adult Torosaurus latus.

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ex-coolgirl · 2 months ago

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not me thinking of writing a new fic again (for criminal minds this time) when I still haven’t updated my other 2 current fics 😭

got the layout of the characters already… 💀

#aaron hotchner x oc #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #derek morgan #spencer reid #david rossi #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #jason gideon #fic writer problems #writer problems #Emily has 2 half sisters who’s she’s not close with #and main oc joins the BAU a year after Emily #I probably will never post it tbh but it’s been in my head for a week now since my interest for CM has peaked again after like 10 years #original female characters #aaron hotch x reader #<- if you wanted it to be honestly #would be set in early CM (late S2-early S3) for obv reasons #bi Emily Prentiss #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fic #also lowkey (HIGHKEY) derek morgan x secondary oc #Emily is still very much ‘only child’ coded despite having 2 half sisters since they are basically strangers to her #BAU team are a family

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reddenedrust · 4 months ago

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Uniform variations for Catastrophe! The first one is pre-becoming a student council member and the second one is after that/after she returns to her time in Nightbringer! The feather earring is one of Lucifer's feathers he gifted her, along with the brooch gift from one of the previous lessons he also gave her. The ring of light is seen on the first one too!

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i-drink-and-i-write-fics · 3 months ago

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The Hidden Realm

Chapter 4: The Fae Realm

Summary: Elrond has sacrificed himself in a prisoner exchange to secure Lindir's freedom. Has he made a mistake?

Note: I am so sorry I disappeared for so long! I have been trying to turn Timeless Warrior into a published series. I make no promises on how consistent I will be, but I will be trying more. Thank you for your patience!

Elrond didn’t notice anything different at first; it was just the normal, corrupted forest now known as Mirkwood. But the deeper they went, the quieter it became. The birds stopped singing, the animals were diving for cover, and even the trees stopped rustling. The Queen and her guard never spoke to each other but they were communicating nonetheless. Even the horses - his included - seemed to speak this silent language.

The portal was nearly invisible even to his elvish eyes, and part of him wondered if that had to do with his Edain blood. It was there, a slight shimmer in the air not too dissimilar to when the air was too hot.

And they were heading straight for it.

The Queen went first and Elrond had to blink several times to make sure he was not being deceived. But sure enough, parts of her were disappearing as she went through the shimmer until she was no longer in front of him. As if she had vanished into thin air. Then it was his turn.

He tried not to panic when he saw Morroch's head vanish before his eyes, and then his hands followed. Elrond closed his eyes, preparing for the worst. But he was met with chuckling from the guard. Opening his eyes, he was left speechless at the sight of the fae realm.

There was a glow to nearly every plant, source of water, and even some of the animals. They followed a river that had a silver-blue glow, and the banks were lined with beautiful pink flowers that had the most beautiful scent Elrond had ever come across.

Butterflies bigger than his head fluttered by and the birds sang a song he had never heard. Even the sky seemed to have changed. It was achingly beautiful.

Then they arrived at her castle.

It wasn’t obvious at first. They passed gardens and pools, filled with both fae and humans, which surprised Elrond. Everyone stopped at the sight of an elf in chains, but no one made a move to save him. If anything, they all had a look of understanding on their faces. What had been occurring in this kingdom?

Then the dirt road turned into one of stone, cut in intricate patterns of flowers, stars, and moons. The road lead to a massive gate, silver in color and covered in ivy, fern, and moss with dark purple flowers blooming and glowing. Through the gates, Elrond could see fountains with different colored glowing water, lightning bugs dancing all over, and more fae children splashing in the fountains.

The forest hadn’t ended at the gates. It wasn’t as thick in the courtyard as in Eryn Galen, but the forest was still there. Hiding the castle.

It reached up into the treetops, the stones used to build it a moonlight silver with many open windows, towers, bridges, and more moss, fern, and ivy growing all over. There were lights at the top of each tower and Elrond chalked it up to magic as no candle could survive standing atop a tower day and night.

There was a glowing moat around the castle and next to the bridge to cross stood two sentinels. The Queen dismounted at the sight of them, followed by her guard. The guard and the two sentinels carefully removed Elrond from his horse and the guard grabbed Elrond’s arm. The sentinels called for a couple of squires to take the horses from the group and then the Queen was leading them to the castle doors.

Elrond could smell the magic in the air that surrounded them. It wasn’t suffocated as corrupted magic could be. It was new, fresh, and full of hope. It smelled of Arda when Elrond was young.

Before everything was taken from him.

It gave him an unexpected wave of nostalgia, causing him to think of his parents for the first time in millennia. How his mother would give him and Elros a cookie before tucking them into bed. How his father would show Elrond about plants and Elros about animals. Oh, how he missed them both. Would they be proud of the elf he had become?

The foyer was grand and the only comparison he had was Eryn Galen. That foyer was smaller and more focused compared to this grandeur.

No, he had another comparison.

Gil-Galad’s home. The High King of the Noldor had towers made, and while they were grand those were still towers. No, Elrond didn’t know a true castle outside of Minas Tirath. This structure before him was more human in nature than elvish. Did the fae get the idea from man or the other way around?

The Queen took them down a hall to their left just on the other side of the foyer and were immediately met with a vibrant green fae woman.

“Your Majesty, oh!” She stopped short at the sight of the elf. “Your Majesty?”

“It is quite alright. This elf will be taking the place of the prisoner we secured at Thranduil’s party.”

The fae woman blinked in surprise. “He is?”

“Yes, he is.” There was no arguing with her tone and the woman bowed her head.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Shall I get the other prisoner ready for departure?”

The Queen let out a deep breath through her nose. “Yes, I suppose we should do that. I wish to speak with him before his departure, so do not make haste.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” And the woman quickly left their presence.

“You seemed annoyed at the idea of letting Lindir go,” Elrond commented.

The Queen looked at him out of the side of her eyes but did not comment as she continued to lead them down to her dungeons. Elrond took note at the artwork on the walls: beautiful portraits of what he had assumed was the royal family. What surprised him was the amount of humans in some of the paintings.

“Is it typical to allow humans to live in your realm?”

She turned sharply at his question. “Get this in your head now, elf. There will be no negotiating. No pleading. No bargaining. You are our prisoner per your own request. Do not concern yourself with my kingdom, for this is the last you will see of it outside your cell.”

She turned back just as quickly and Elrond did not mean the quiet words that left his mouth.

“I only desire to learn.”

“I do not care of your desires.”

While the cell was dark, it was not what Elrond had feared. It appeared more of a standard room. A comfortable enough bed, a private area to relieve himself, and even a window which had surprised him at first until he realized the image was produced by magic.

“The light from the window changes as the day progresses,” the guard explained. “We do not have cruel prisons as some humans and elves had built. Torture is not our way.”

Elrond wondered at this but didn’t have long to ponder as another was in the room. Lindir.

Being held by the Queen.

“Say your goodbyes,” she commanded.

She tossed him into the room and Elrond caught the elf as he stumbled.

“Lord Elrond?!” Lindir’s eyes were full of panic. “You gave your life for mine? No! You must go back and lead Imladris!”

“Imladris will be in the capable hands of my sons. What kind of a lord would I be if I did not do everything in my power to protect those who had called Rivendell their home? Go, Lindir. My children will need your and Erestor’s guidance during these trying times.”

“But my lord-”

“I will not hear another word, Lindir. That is an order.”

Lindir dropped his head. “Yes, Lord Elrond.”

The Queen watched the entire interaction and Elrond could have sworn he saw a flash of sorrow in her eyes. But it was gone far too quickly.

“Who dares join me down here?!”

Rhyannon was still surprised after all these years how strong the voice still was. He was full of so many surprises despite all the time he spent in her dungeons.

Down and down and down she went to the very bottom of her dungeons were only one prisoner was kept. To the only prison cell that had a steel door on top of the protection charm. The two guards standing on either side straightened to attention at the sight of their queen and she smiled at them.

“It’s alright. I wish to speak to the old grump.”

The guards hesitated for a moment before finally opening the door. Rhyannon didn’t bother to remove the protective charm and her instincts proved correct when a cup came flying at her head.

“WITCH!” The elf was clean, but there was no joy in his soul. His once beautiful silvery golden hair was now faded to a dull white.

“Is that the best you have in you?” A smirk played on her face. “I thought your kind was supposed to fade after time when your soul has been wounded?”

“I will live to see you dead!”

“The Fae cannot die, unlike elves.” She stated plainly.

“Who are these new prisoners?! I could hear you talking with them!”

“Do not concern yourself for those you will not meet.”

“DID YOU CAPTURE-”

“No, I didn’t,” Rhyannon sighed in annoyance. “Thranduil still roams free.”

“He will take your head!”

She chuckled at this. “Funny, he thinks I have already done that to you.”

There was still life in his eyes, but the pain they showed at her words made Rhyannon wonder if this would finally be his end.

“He thinks I’m dead?”

“Don’t worry. If it makes you feel better, when I finally take Eryn Galen I can keep him in a cell right next to yours. And his son next to his.”

“You leave my family alone!”

“I will not any more than you left mine. Actions have consequences, Oropher.”

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glassgulls · 4 months ago

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I need more info about a Kenna and John Price fic. ;)

WELL LET ME TELL YOU....

Ok I have had a few idea's mostly that her father has escaped prison and that he has links to possible arms dealers or something of that ilk that would get the 141 involved. BUT I'm not sure how they would end up she's such a gremlin. I think he would see a little of Simon in her in that she is full of such rage and completely cut herself off from the rest of personal connections.

Maybe her dad and brother were in the army together and the dad kills the brother as a double agent and when he escapes that way? I just want her the have that showdown with her dad. 😂

What will win Kenna's rage and kill him or will she see she's more than that?

TUNE IN NEXT TIME....

Thank you for this @fizzyxcustard! I'm currently brewing ideas now!

#asks answered #fizzyxcustard #female oc #original female characters #oc lore #Kenna #friends

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fiendsandfangs · 4 months ago

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The 2024 Fiends & Fangs Fanwork Exchange blessed us with a trove of monster fanworks. Here's a fic we think you'll love. 💕

The Arms of the Minotaur

by @dwarrowdams ※ Ao3: dwarrowdams

Ancient Greek Religion & Lore ※ Asterion the Minotaur/Original Female Character ※ (2,887 words) ※ Explicit

Summary:

A young woman sentenced to the labyrinth encounters the Minotaur and is surprised by what she finds.

✨ Check out this work on Ao3! ✨

#greek mythology #the minotaur #original female characters #size difference #greek mythology fanfic #fiends & fangs 2024

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mugloversonly · 2 months ago

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Christmas Day

Written for: @steddiemas prompt: TOYS, SURPRISE @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: HOT CHOCOLATE, STOCKING, CHRISTMAS WC: 429 Rating: G CW: NA Summary: Amelia opens her gifts, Eddie gets a big surprise AO3

Steve hands Eddie a mug of hot chocolate as he sits next to his husband. Amelia was surrounded by toys, opening box after box. She may be a little spoiled; to be fair, they told all their friends she never had Christmas before finding out why so everyone went a little over board.

But that was okay, Steve and Eddie saved their gifts for the eight days of Hanukkah. By the time she got through her gifts, it was lunch time, Eddie made her favorite, Mac and Cheese with bread crumbs sprinkled on top. They had a full holiday dinner planned over at the Hoppers’ so they didn’t want to get too complicated with it. After that, it was Amelia’s nap time and time for the men to exchange gifts.

They exchanged stockings, not bothering to take turns. Steve tipped his over and found a handful of candies, trinkets, and a new watch. He opened the box and gasped in shock.

“Eds! You found it?” He exclaimed. When they went shopping last month the shop had been out of this one. Eddie must have found the time to go back to get it. He looked over, confused by Eddie’s lack of answer. He understood when the shine of tears dripped down his face. He held a framed copy of an ultrasound.

“Stevie? What is this?” He asked softly.

“Chrissy said it worked.” Eddie gasped as he looked at his husband. “Turn it over.” Steve smiled. Eddie shakily flipped the frame to see a second ultrasound on the other side.

“Twins?” Eddie asked softly.

“Close. One from Robin and one from Chrissy.” Steve smiled. It was the perfect outcome. They’d have two new babies.

“Oh, holy shit!” Eddie cried out and jumped onto Steve’s lap. Steve thankfully anticipated the move and was ready to hold his husband. “Why didn’t you say anything?!” Eddie exclaimed.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Steve laughed. Eddie pulled back and kissed him fiercely.

“Consider me surprised! This is the best Christmas ever!” Eddie said. But then he froze. “But what about Amelia?”

“What about her?” Steve asked.

“I don’t want her to feel like we love her any less, since there will be two babies in the house. That are biologically ours. Like...she’s our real daughter, I just don’t want her to be sad.” Eddie began to fret. The little crease between his eyes was getting deeper and deeper.

“She won’t be. And if she is, we’ll make sure she knows we don’t love her any less.” Steve said.

“Promise?” Eddie asked.

“Promise.”