#stay stay stay came on and I chuckled at the helmet line

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

I semi-joked about Mary's Song x Paper Rings incoming but thanks to shuffle am now thinking Stay Stay Stay x Paper Rings is not out of the question thematically or sonically...

You took the time to memorize me, my fears, my hopes and dreams, I just like hanging out with you all the time, it's been occurring to me I'd like to hang out with you for my whole life because I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings darling cause you're the one I want

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Ride it

Leon S. Kennedy x F!Reader

Summary: Leon fucks you on his motorcycle. That's it. This is just pwp

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, pwp, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), p in v, bit of fingering, bit of a handjob, exhibitionism, praise kink, bit of an innocence kink, Leon has a mouth on him, the s in leon s kennedy stands for slut, language, no use of y/n

I wrote this with vendetta Leon in mind, but it can be whichever, but older leon fits better. Reader is also at least 25.

WC: 2.1k

A/N: I'm self indulging with Leon. Also, say it blew the fuck up and I was not expecting that, so tysm!! This one is for my Leon whores. Enjoy the pure filth :)

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Gif credit goes to this tumblr

Ao3 link (but pls still reblog and shit on here thank u)

Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!!

You knew damn well you should have known better than to listen to him when he oh so innocently suggested you wore a dress for your date. Spring had come fast and the weather was so nice for you to show off that one pretty sundress you brought early in the fall but had never actually worn. And it drove him absolutely insane to see you in pretty dresses. It gave him more room to work, he thought.

But oh sweet, naive you. So trusting of everything your boyfriend said to you.

But the minute you realized you were getting on his motorcycle and not his Jeep Wrangler, you immediately knew you were in for a long ride. And the borderline sinful smirk he flashed you as he handed you your helmet did not help ease the twist in your stomach.

Still, you wouldn't say no to anything he asked, if he wanted to use his motorcycle you would go to your date in his motorcycle. If anything, it made you more eager. And rightfully so, Leon would move one of his gloved hands on one of your thighs at every red light or stop sign, squeezing and tracing his fingers over your bare skin. Goosebumps would rise on your skin. You would hold him tight, both arms tightly wrapped around his torso, your chest flat against his back the entire ride. He didn't mind, if anything he found it endearing that you held on so tight.

But if he was going to tease you, so were you.

You were coming to a red light, so you oh so innocently moved your hands from his front to sneak underneath his leather jacket and t-shirt, cold fingers brushing over his warm skin. You felt him flinch ever so slightly, and he sucked in a sharp breath. Good thing he was at a red light, because he had to close his eyes to keep his composure.

"What are you doing?"

You heard his low somber voice through the Bluetooth in your helmet. You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling and simply shrugged, but your hands stayed inside his shirt, now moving down to trace over his v-line, stopping at the hemline of his boxer briefs. You heard him groan as one of his hands came to grip your thigh.

"'M not doing anything." You eventually said. You gasped softly when you felt his fingers dig into the skin of your thigh.

"You're going to stop that, right now." He breathed through his nose, using that authoritative and commanding voice that only made you wetter. You swallowed, stilling your hands, but never actually removed them from under his shirt. Another heavy breath. "Take your hands out of my fucking shirt before I park on the side of the street and rearrange your insides right then and there."

The sound that came out of your mouth right then and there was pathetic. It made Leon chuckle. Oh his sweet girl, always such a whore for him. But you did listen, and your hands immediately returned to the front of him.

"That's a good girl." He hummed in approval, the light finally turning green, and he gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze before his hand returned to the handle. "We're almost there, be good and you'll get what you want."

You had a satisfied smile on your face the rest of the ride. But you probably should've known that your little stunt was going to cost you because the next time you came to a stop you were at a cliff that overlooked the city at the end of an otherwise empty road with a dead-end.

You frowned softly, taking your helmet off your head and looked around with a confused look. Leon had already gotten off the bike, helmet off, and had kicked the stand but never actually turned off the bike.

"Leon..?"

"Y'know, I actually had a date planned. I was gonna take you to dinner, then here because I know just how much you love to see the city at night, however," he bit his lip softly, grabbing your hips and forcing you to face him, your legs dangling off his bike while you were still sitting on it. You looked up at him with big eyes, "Because you're such a greedy whore and you can't seem to wait, I'm gonna fuck you stupid on my bike, and you're gonna take it, yeah?"

God, the things this man would make you do, the things he would make you want. He was a bad influence, but fuck, you loved it.

"Yes. Yes please." There was no hesitation, just need and desperation. He gave your hips a tight squeeze, his pale blue eyes filled with the same need.

"Mhmm of course that's what my pretty girl wanted, you just wanted my cock huh?" He had this filthy grin on his face as he moved his hands down to your thighs, "Spread your legs for me baby."

You bit your lip softly and did as he asked, he wasted no time in ripping your panties down your legs until they hung from one ankle. He smiled as he gripped your jaw with one hand as he peeled the fingerless glove off the other with his teeth before slipping it under your dress. You gasped, blood rushing to your face when you felt his fingers brush over your clit. Leon opened his eyes in surprise as he dragged his fingers down to your entrance and wetness instantly coated his fingers.

"Oh sweet girl, you're already so wet for me." He chuckled softly, leaning down to crash his lips against yours, capturing the moan he pulled from you as he slowly pushed in two of his fingers. "Mhmm."

"Please Leon. I want you so bad. Please." You mumbled against his lips, fingers gripping his hair as you bucked your hips against his hand.

"I know, baby. I'll give you what you want, don't worry." He hummed as he continued to work you with his fingers as he undid his belt with the other. With shaky hands, you helped him unzip his jeans and pull his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.

With a soft hiss, he removed his fingers from you and pumped himself a couple times, coating himself in your slick before he hiked up one of your legs over his torso, spreading you out for him as he slowly slid into you. You eyes instantly fluttered shut and your head felt back as he slowly buried himself to the hilt, making sure you felt every inch.

"Mhmm fuck…" A soft whimper left your mouth as you threw your arms over his shoulders in an attempt to keep yourself upright, and then as you opened your eyes, you remembered you were in fact, out in the open, "Fuck. Shit, Leon. Do you think someone will drive by?"

"So what? I'm deep enough for you to feel me in your stomach and you're worried someone will see?" He laughed mockingly, not in the slightest bit worried about it. If anything the idea of getting caught made him want to fuck you even more. He brought his hand to the back of your neck, pulling your face close to his as he snapped his hips forward, "Let 'em see."

God, you'd be lying if you said the idea didn't make you wetter. Leon definitely felt the way you squeezed around him when he said it. He moaned in response, fingers tangling around the hair at the back of your head as he gave you another punishing thrust.

"Mhmm yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you? You'd like it if someone saw you all sprawled out on my bike, dripping wet, and getting fucked stupid by your older boyfriend? Yeah you would." He was pounding into you harder and harder, each word spoken in between moans and groans.

"What would they think huh? Such a sweet innocent girl letting her older boyfriend use her like this? Goddamn baby, I've ruined you." He pulled your face close to his, foreheads touching as he watched the utterly fucked out look on your face and the sound of your dripping cunt slapping against him.

"Yes! Fuck yes. Only you can do this to me." You cried out, any and all worries about getting caught long gone, and all you could think about was the aching feeling in your belly, and the flash of heat that was rapidly approaching.

"Mhm, that's right, pretty girl. Such a greedy whore, just for me." He moaned the praise, free hand scrunching up your dress to your waist as he held you on the seat that still vibrated through you as he kept pounding into you. And you happily took everything he had to give you like that was all you were meant to do in this world. Be at the mercy of your gorgeous boyfriend.

"Please Leon," You were holding on to him for dear life, nails digging into his leather jacket and hair, voice weak and broken in between moans. God you were so fucking close. "I want to come. Please."

Leon moaned at your weak pleads. You were so sweet, so desperate and at his mercy. He could never deny his sweet girl anything.

"Mmm yes. Let go for me baby, I got you." His thumb found your swollen clit, he rubbed harsh circles that matched his harsh thrusts, while his other hand kept a tight grip on your hair and he pulled your head back. "Look at me baby, keep those pretty eyes on me when you come."

You fought the urge to roll your eyes back as a flash of blinding heat ran through your body, but you managed to keep your eyes on his pale sapphire ones as you came around him, a pathetic moan falling from your lips as your whole body trembled. He held you on the seat, his body pretty much preventing you from falling.

"Mmmm fuck, good girl. Agh—" A moan caught his throat as your walls squeezed his cock and a gush of wetness seeped around him. He pulled you against him, mouth crashing against yours as he snapped his hips with urgency, his own release quickly approaching. "Fuck, fuck baby. You're squeezing the shit outta my cock. Shit, I'm so close. Fuck."

You held on to him for dear life, just letting him use you to chase his own release, your weak moans in his ear, your high pitched gasps and your weak mumbles of his name, fuck, it didn't take him long before he was pulling out of you. But he quickly grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his slick cock.

"Mmmm fuck baby— hah— yes, fuck—" He guided your hand on his cock, using your hand to pump himself, his face on your neck as he moaned, "Yeah just like that baby. C'mon pretty girl, make me come. C'mon, fuck, yes. Yes, good girl. Shit ugh—"

Strings of his come shot into your hand and the seat between your parted thighs as he came with a guttural moan that made you wet all over again. You hummed softly, leaving kisses over his face as he panted. His eyes were closed and he had the side of his face pressed against your neck. He left wet kisses along the exposed skin of your neck as he breathed heavily.

"You did such a good job, baby. You're always so good for me." He hummed against your neck, moving up to capture your lips into a softer, slower kiss before he was pulling back.

You sat on the seat, making your best effort to stay upright, legs wide open as you waited for Leon to clean himself up. You tilted your head at him with confusion, just now realizing what he had done.

"Why did you—" You frowned softly as he took your hand, cleaning his mess with an old bandana before wiping the seat in between your parted legs.

"I'm still taking you to dinner. Unless you wanted to sit through dinner with my cum inside you all night." He chuckled softly, face flushed red, hair disheveled and jeans still undone as he tossed the bandana into one of the compartments. When he looked at you, you had this sweet look on your face, a tiny smile on your lips and your head tilted. God you were so adorable, it made him want to ruin you all over again. "Although you probably deserve it. But I'm not that mean."

A small perverted smirk made its way to your lips, and it made Leon groan as he grabbed your chin and placed a rough kiss to your lips.

"Don't give me that look or you won't make it to dinner."

[cutiecusp]

One last call.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x König x Reader.

TW. Talks of death, rivalry, filthy language, angst, betrayal, an established relationship, NOT a HOA! kissing, mild inappropriate boundary crossing. MDNI! (Also, I couldn't find the credits to this image, if someone does, lemme know!)

You were bleeding out.

A mission gone wrong.

Bad Intel means you were the only one left alive.

Hiding behind a crate, you manage to drag your body out of the snow, using the wood as a shield from the elements. Teeth chattering, you call Simon, your ex fiance.

"Ghost." He answers.

The breath gets punched out of you by the cold, so you take a minute to gather your breath, and your thoughts.

"Si." You murmur, just loud enough he can hear you.

"Why are you calling me?" He answers bluntly. Your relationship has been rocky for months, missed dinners, birthdays, missed milestones, the anger issues after a tough deployment... You had regretfully called things off before this deployment.

"I.. I got hit, Si. Dodgy Intel." You explain, pain low in your body.

You hear him grip the phone in his hand, his voice gruff.

"Fuck! I can get Price to get Nikolai-"

You interrupt him, wincing as you shake your head.

"No, It'll be too late, Si. I just wanted to hear your voice."

"I'm on my way." Came the clipped reply.

You let out a dry chuckle.

"Always so bossy."

You pause, your breathing shallow.

You manage to roll onto your back, your eyes glossy with tears.

"Sorry, we never got to fix this." You say softly.

A gunshot rings out in the silence, before heavy footsteps crunch in the snow.

"I'm not alone." You whisper.

"Stay on the line, love. Don't leave me." Simon replies.

Over the next few minutes, the sound of singular gunshots ring through the snowy compound. A single pair of boots crunch through the deep snow that's piling up on the ground.

"Whoever it is, they are making sure people are dead." You whisper, fear taking over you as you realise you can't move, your injuries won't allow you to escape quickly.

Simons heart sinks.

"Play dead, hide in the snow, stay alive till I come for you, I'm getting in the chopper now.. please love. I'm coming."

All you can do is lie there, tears frosting down your cheeks as you realise you are next. The door to the storage room you are next to is kicked open, but you are silent.

Large footsteps sealed your fate as the imposing figure spots your boots.

"Oh, I forgot one." Came a thick accent, causing you to freeze.

"Ah, a little maus... far away from home."

He kicks your boot, pain throbbing through your body as you swallow a scream.

"Such a pretty one, too.." in your eyeline, you see a behemoth of a man, a hood covering his face, blood staining his entire front. He pauses when he sees your face.

"Ah, I've been looking for you."

Fear grips you, but you dare not move.

Your phone falls from your hand as he stands on your wrist, and your eyes finally meet his. Deeply dark, crazed and focused on you.

"Who's there with you, love?" You hear Simon say over the phone.

"Ah, Geist..." the masked man calls out.

"König?" Splutters the reply.

"In the flesh."

"Leave her out of this!" Simon yells, his voice loud through the call.

König laughs, squatting over you, pulling you by your tactical vest to pull you flush against him, his eyes roaming your body.

"She's a pretty one, would make such a lovely trophy." He calls out, antagonising Simon more.

He traces a gloved hand down your cheek, and you can't look away from him. His body is pressed tight against yours, and you can feel every inch of him.

"She's pretty broken, too. It looks like my men did their job in getting her to me."

Your eyes widen, he was behind this?

"Why?" You whisper out, cursing your shaky voice.

"Why? He took everything from me, my wife, my future... so I'm here to repay the favour. An eye for an eye, you call it?"

He removes his helmet, uncovering his face, scarred and war torn, pale and seething.

"Beg for your life, I want him to suffer like i did."

You shake your head, refusing to play his game.

"Don't touch her!" Simon roars down the phone.

"I'm on my way to you, and I'll finish what I started." He continues.

König laughs dryly.

You try and pull away, pulling his fingers off your vest. He grips harder, forcing you closer, his breath warming your cheek.

"I like a struggle, little lamb." He warns, his eyes deadly cold. You pause, your body limp.

"Ah, there's still some fire in you. I see why he likes you." He pulls out his pistol, the metal shining in the low light.

"I won't tell you again. Beg."

You spit at him, his cheek coated in your fluids. Scoffing, he swipes it from his cheek and brings it to his lips.

"So. Fucking. Defiant."

His gloved hand slaps your cheek hard before pressing his fingers into them, tilting your chin up, demanding him to look at you. He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, surprisingly soft. Marking his territory, claiming a victory.

"I didn't want to do this, but he left me no choice. I wanted you for myself. I even tried recruiting you to my team a few times, but you were his.." he spits.

"Now, I want to give you the opportunity yourself. Come with me. I'll get you medical treatment. I'll give you a good life. Or you can die in the snow, I'll make it quick."

You hesitate. You weren't ready to die. You had unfinished business with Simon. But you were tired of being second to everything, tired of making excuses for him, tired of being let down. Your vision was starting to get spotty, and you knew this was the biggest choice of your life.

You look at König, and realise you two were the same. Your lives had been taken apart by a common denominator.

His eyes soften. He nods, understanding your unspoken answer. He picks up the phone, addressing his rival for the last time.

"I won." He says simply, while shooting into the wooden crate behind you, the loud gunshot echoing the painful cry from the phone.

Hanging up, he looks down at you, your shocked gaze never leaving his.

He gathers you in his arms, striding back to his vehicle.

"Time for a new life, little lamb."

Your eyes flutter as your body relaxes for the first time in what feels like forever. Almost missing the way he snaps a picture of you, sending it to Simon via your phone.

"An eye for an eye. She's mine now."

...........................

A/N I wasn't sure about this one. I'm not good at angst, but I hope I did the idea justice! Back to matchmaker later! Xxxx

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[jellyfishsthings]

please please please do some kind of biker boy with his helmet on. like maybe he shows up at your house and takes you on a ride and then while you’re both still jacked up on adrenaline he takes you for a different kind of ride ???

omg I love that... I kind lost myself in that one I will admit that, this brought me out of hibernation

WARNINGS: smut obviously, riding with many twists, it's really filthy tbh, I need a biker!bf now, fem!reader, no use of y/n or she/her but reader is described as feminine, keeping helmets and biker gear on, taking pictures... um I think that's it

The birds were chirping all around you, the peaceful scenery disturbed by grutal moans and high-pitched gasps.

Let's backtrack shall we?

It was supposed to be a peaceful day, one to celebrate your anniversary. He came over somewhere after six o'clock, the sun was closing to its descent. He was wearing his riding leathers, a fit black jacket that hugged his muscled arm and back, showing off his broad shoulders that I so loved to scratch and bite. He looked absolutely beautiful, as the visor of his helmet was drawn up and he removed one of his gloves to send a quick text. Soon enough I exited the house and approached him while zipping up my own jacket, similar to his, total black except for the thin red lines that highlighted my figure and the padded places. It was a beautiful piece, one he had given me a few days after he purchased the bike, claiming that “As much as I love my bike, I love my girl more.” Just as I drew close enough he grabbed my helmet before positioning it over my head and securing it in place.

Only God knew for how long we round along the sea and into the forest, a magnificent picture that for many reasons would stay in my mind untainted. My hands rested around his waist as the wind whipped around us. When he slowed down, I realized I wanted more, it was too soon. Yes arguably the view was amazing and yes it must have been tiring for him. But, I wanted more. All that speed, and all this adrenaline had a weird reaction to me. My mind calmed, it got scarily quiet as it was free to drift everywhere and nowhere at the same time, since I knew that he was in control, that he would keep me safe should anything happen. He turned to my drawing up his visor and his eyes looked back at me full of mischief and mirth. Somehow he grabbed my thighs and positioned me on his lap. That was when I noticed that he was hard.

His hands flew everywhere as he tried to get rid of my pants, lowering them to the ground before he freed himself from his own confidences.

My world... he was everything.

He tore my panties before slowly aligning my hips with his before drawing me down. Our helmets clashed together, our sound muffled from them. He grabbed my ass and he started bouncing me, giving me the message to set my own pace. Too quickly, quicker that I would like to admit we both clashed down. Everything was a haze of greedy hands, skin that stinged from the force of our thrusts and foggy visors. He had removed his jacket, and he was just in black tank top as his arms flexed with his movements and the muscles in his back popped underneath my hands. The leather of the seat was stained with our releases.

He removed himself from me, and he stood as he turned me around. He opened my jacket and opened up my shirt, leaving me in just my bra and the jacket.

“Grab the handles” his voice was soft and lethal. “Ride the bike. Ride it the way you would ride me.”

My skin heated as I did as he said. The leather underneath me was already coated made a minimum friction against me and I straddled the bike better before circling my hips. My clit dragged against the fabric and my breath stuttered. My back arched and I continued my misdoings. It was filthy and apparently utterly sexy, because he couldn't keep his eyes off of me. His hand was pumping his cock in time with my movements. It wasn't enough and I whined his name. He chuckled darkly and snapped a picture before he positioned himself behind me. One of his arms reached forward to one of the mirrors before moving it so that he could see my face, or what was visible of my face. He grabbed my hips and ground them down, pressing my flushed against the seat before moving me back and forth. It was too much. The pressure was driving me crazy and within minutes I was gone. When I opened my eyes again, I was laying sprawled, my legs dangling from each side, as the cold air blew in my most sensitive area. He was on top of me, his eyes impossibly dark as he repositioned himself inside of me and he grabbed the handles, using them to stabilize himself before he started rocking my world.

His thrusts were deep and hard, we were both panting as the bike rocked forwards and he slammed the brakes to stop us from falling down. This had to be the most crazy thing we had ever done. We could get caught at any minute but I could find myself caring about that as he drew out of me one orgasm after the other we were both spent, when we finally calmed down.

“Well that happened” he whispered “Never you would be such a freak.”

I laughed as I slammed his visor in place. “You are the freak, you took pictures.”

“That I did. And what beautiful pictures they are. They shall keep me good company when I am alone.”

words: I have no idea

[chilahh16]

"I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime."

What would you do when you lost the very person that stood beside you all throughout everything? When things became shitty and the world seems to grapple you into failure anytime it gets.

Charles Leclerc was lost. The world seems to spin in black and white - toying with him as it continue its motion. The he now found no real happiness in the times where a smile and laugh should be there. He's a way into the dark and cannot find a light to guide him back.

He was no fool to not know when it all started - when everything came crashing down; and when he felt drowned. Who was he to forget when almost everyone that witness their story has yet to let go, and when everything reminded him of her. That beyond the talks of Formula 1, people still whisper of her name, the kindness, the warmth, and being the iconic woman that she is.

Everything's still etched in his memories. 2019 was a year where his hard work has paid off - all the sweat and tears poured in order to win on that fateful day was worth it. But it was her who made it all complete. Y/n L/n did not only cry for him as his car blazed along the finish line, she cheered for him loudly, repeating his name again and again as she jump in exhilaration. She yelled the words " He did it", "He's a race winner", and " He won, my Charles won". She ran towards parc ferme alongside his team exuberating elation and pride as he triumph. And as he exit his car, he ran towards them, hugging his team with her in it as they bask in his glory. But it was not the highlight of his win, it was when she guide his face-covered helmet toward her and kissed the place where his lips would be. They stood there, envelop in a bubble, as the circuit cheered for him. All Charles felt at that time was the pure burst of love he has for Y/n. He relish in the feel of her touch as her hands found their place on either side of his neck. It was not visible to others but Y/n saw the tears that ran down his cheeks as he stood victorious on that day's race. His eyes spoke volumes of what his quivering lips cannot and she smiled for him, understanding what he would like to convey.

" You're a race winner, Char. I am so proud of you." she whispered amongst the loud cheers but Charles heard her, causing his smile to widen.

" Thanks to you. I am here because you're with me. So, thank you for sticking by my side." he uttered though muffled by his racing helmet but, Y/n did not mind. She'll hear every single words coming from him as she finds his voice a cacophony of melody that somehow lulls her soul to calm.

" Go up there, Champ. Claim that top step." she urged as someone called Charles to the cool down room.

The hesitation was evident on those forest green orbs of his as he cling on her - hands tightly holding her in place. Gripping her waist and settling his face in the crook of her neck like his life depended on it. Y/n chuckled before she kissed the forehead of his helmet.

" I'll stay here so you can see me. You'll hear my voice cheering for you from that top step. Now go. You still have a trophy to get."

Reluctantly Charles let go as the determination in her eyes says everything. He walked backwards toward the room, eyes staring deep into hers as their distance widen. Even when the congratulatory pats and cheers echoed around him, his eyes never stray as he mouthed his declaration of love which she smiled at - his antics never failing to amuse her, before a fond look settled in her feature, answering him with utmost honesty and love.

' And I love you.'

It was after the celebrations that he was made aware of how proud and happy Y/n is of him winning. His teammates had teased him all throughout the night of how lucky he was. That no other driver has their woman jumping and cheering so loud that it can be heard from the grandstand. Charles can only smile and laugh to their stories but it was when Arthur showed him a video of Y/n hyping up and jumping inside his garage as he neared the finish line that he placed credit to the truthfulness of his teams statement. He truly is lucky to have her. And seeing how she is with everyone, doubled the love he has for the woman. He believed in God but is not one to pray. However, in that moment as he watched her walk towards him, an endearing smile set on her lips, he prayed that she'll stay beside him, always.

As he raced in his home circuit for the 6th time, it was her face that he sees. The conversations that they had before echoed in his mind as he pushed the car to its limit. To every turn, memories of her came and when he speed past the finish line, he saw her jumping proudly for him as her hands waved in the air knowing that he triumph not only in any race but in his home race. He exit his car and a wild smile showed as he raised his arms, further solidifying that he indeed won. He ran to his team clad in red and that is when his smile fell.

No longer was there a woman waiting beyond the barrier shouting his name and yelling as she proudly relish in his victory. No longer was there a kiss on his helmet nor the familiar warmth that came only with her. His first win in his home country did not taste as sweet as he had imagined before. Try as it may, she no longer stand beside him. A new figure occupied her space and no matter what he reasoned himself, he envy her. It is Y/n's rightful place, always has, always will be. But what is he to do?

The kiss he earned that day felt bitter as much as he would like to love it.

Charles indeed was right when he said he was stupid. Because looking at the now, he wish more than anything to once again hear her proudly cheer his name, see her jumping and exude happiness upon seeing him. He would of given anything just to get her back and see her with him as he came as the victor but, it has already been lost. That even attempting to follow her and get her back would prolly incur her wrath. Was it selfish to want her to be angry just so he could see and feel her again? Because he does not know what to do anymore. He had lost the woman he vowed to spend the rest of his life with. He had lost her. Lost her to death.

And as he stands on the top step that day, he let himself cry and crumble. With the country's anthem on the background, he remember his days with her. And as he raised the winner's trophy, his eyes did not linger on the people below, he stared through the sky hoping, praying that she can see him that day. It was a first that people of the world saw the vulnerability in Charles. Everyone know even without uttering anything. The win was for Herve and Jules but, it was Y/n's as well. It was hers and so much more.

Everyone realized, it may be that their love was fleeting but, it was a love of a lifetime. Hence, Charles will love her even when death parted them in this life. He'll continue loving her until they are together again. Because no matter what, she is for him as he is for her. Always.

[kit-williams]

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Hercules looks down at his charge... such a pretty little thing that he was only going to keep back and stay far from... but only when a traitor got too close and nearly ended her with a bayonet strike caused him to finally act. He knelt down as she looked at him with wide eyes knowing some mortals preferred a noble savior... "Be not afraid... I have been sent by the Emperor to safeguard you as you have been divined to doing a great deed in service to the golden throne." He says just seeing her sitting there on the ground with her mouth opened wide still just gaping in awe.

He smiled under his helmet as a finger came under her jaw and gently closed it, "I see that my presence has caused you to lose your faculties." He said with a chuckle. He watches her try to say something but she just blinks and falls onto her back making the sign of the aqulia to him. Again he laughs softly at her antics... something that he has done often in her presence since revealing himself to her.

Hercules was one of the far more gregarious Custodes as he enjoyed the company of mortals and could actually interact with them even when he was "on duty". Which is how it came to be known that Hercules was such a bad influence on his charge as his large palm caressed her face... "I can smell you..."

The blush on her face as she tries to stop... but Hercules takes off his helmet as his short brown hair and glittering emerald eyes look down at her... she could see the freckles across the bridge of his nose and over his cheeks that have smile lines on them. "Oh don't apologize my little charge... " He practically purrs as the smoldering look he gives to her goes straight between her legs. He kneels down and whispers to her softly, "Though... you might not be able to walk tomorrow if you do want me to..." He clicks his tongue in a cheeky manner, "indulge." He says with a voice laced like sin.

She whimpers and his eyes glitter in delight as he, like his master, loves humanity. They are special creatures... of course they need to be guided in the right direction... his mouth pushes against hers and she melts to his touch. Oh yes you will keep living after your use is up. He thinks as he pushes her onto her back... he will have to work her up to taking him... but oh... oh she is eager.

[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

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Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,948

Tw: suggestive, mentions of trauma(?), chase play

Summary: after last nights incident, you came to Leon’s meeting and met everyone and got to the training room. He helps you train.

𝙸𝚅.

You woke up, in a different clothing and staring blankly to Leon. He wore a black polo, red tie and some black jeans. He was leaning against your wall, beside the doorframe and his arms were folded.

Leon just told you about last night, you were crying and hitting your pillow repeatedly until you calm down then finally bore your eyes to Leon. “Are you done, princess?” he asked, stepping forward then sit on the edge, his hand supporting his weight when he leans, you nodded and flop nod face first.

“It’s not your fault, don’t beat yourself to it.” Leon said, he was hesitant at first but placed his hand to your thigh—giving it a squeeze, you hum at his touch but didn’t show signs of disapproval nor discomfort. You’re hugging your pillow and muffling your sniffles.

“I’m just glad you came…”

“I came, because you called.” Leon assured and his hand left your thigh and took that pillow away that’s been blocking your face. If it helps, Leon will compliment you, “Let me see that pretty crying face of yours, sweetheart.” He chuckle and use both of his hand to help you sit up.

But you added weight to stay in bed, Leon’s stronger than you so you’re pretty light to him. “Come here.” He said and open his arms, you didn’t bother to lift a finger and just bury your face to the crook of his neck—you swift your position a little and your forehead to his neck. Looking down at his tie that he didn’t tie up yet.

“Where you going?” you asked, Leon’s hand caress your back to comfort you, “I’m going to a meeting, they need me.” Leon replied, his tone low. He fights himself not to bury his nostrils to your hair and inhale your scent, it oddly calms him down. Yet, he doesn’t know why he finds solace to your scent.

“Can I come?” you plead, your chin to his chest—giving your best puppy eyes. It made Leon crack a small smile as his hand found contact with your cheeks, brushing away those tears from your eyes and tracing the tear burns away. “I don’t know, will you be good?” he asked, raising a brow.

You gave a weak nod, your chin still to his chest as he pulled himself away.

“Okay then, go get ready.”

You muster up all your energy to got out of bed, Leon even praises you for it since he knew you’re really having a hard time right now ever since last night, “my parents didn’t know about last night, right?” your words came out like a hush to the wind, Leon shakes his head and pats your head. “Look at that, you got out of bed.”

You rolled your eyes and get yourself ready.

Leon waited at the gate, his motorcycle parked. You bid farewell to your parents and catch up with him, “Leon!” you called, he turns and tuck his hand to his pockets, “ready to go?” you nodded at his question as he handed you a helmet.

“I hope you like thrill rides.” Leon said, putting his own helmet on as you got to his back, good thing you wore soft cotton pants today and a long sleeve fitted top, “what do you mean? We’re on your bike.” You spoke as Leon starts to rev.

“You’ll see what I mean, princess. Hold on tight.” You squeeze your hands together around his waist, feeling his rock hard abs, you want your fingers to brush up and down and tease him. You poke and before he starts, he leans back—grabs both of your hands and squeeze them together, pull you close as he turns to see you. “Don’t too naughty now.”

You felt your cheeks and ear burning hot, you nod and hold yourself close to him. Then took off.

The ride was okay, you didn’t quite know what Leon just said about thrill rides. He turns to look at his watch, “let’s not be late.” He mutter, “what?” your question were muffled when Leon rev again as he sped up.

Skipping lines and squeezing in to possible space to get in time, your hold tightens—your head resting to his back as he increases the speed. “Wanna see a trick?” Leon yelled for you to hear, desperately shaking your head but feels like he’s lifting the front wheel off the ground, “oh, fuck no!” you curses, causing you to hold on much tighter as if you’re now holding on for your dear life.

Good thing that nightmare finally ended, you were left shaking at the backseat. Leon took his helmet off as he could feel you trembling, “you can let go now,” he chuckle, tapping your fingers but you shake your head. Hugging him tighter, Chris came to the door, “Oh, Leon. Jesus,” His friend was surprised that he brought you with him.

“No need to worry, Chris. She’s my responsibility.” Leon assured, “you better,” Chris hates his head and gestures inside, “come on, the meeting is starting soon.”

“I’ll be with you after I calm her down.” Leon struggles to take your hand apart so you could let him go, he now has both of your wrist as he slowly guide you off his bike. “See? I warned you, didn’t I?” you hit him and weakly try fighting him because he gave you a scare for life.

“Come on, I’ll be late.” Leon smirks and get off your helmet and put it in the bike, “I’ll buy you ice cream.” He bribe and finally got you to calm down and guide you inside.

He was greeted by people, as he came to his group.

“Oh my.” Claire gasp, Rebecca supposed to say something but got cut off by Chris, “don’t worry, Leon brought her here.” Leon nodded at his words, “if anything happens, she’s my responsibility.” Leon assured.

“Hey, guys. Just so you know, meetings gonna start s—” Luis spoke and cut himself off when he laid eyes to the group, “well, well, well. Who do we have here?” Luis chuckle and asked, his eyes scanning you and Leon.

“is this the Señorita that you’re guarding?” his his hispanic tone strong as he asked your bodyguard. “Sure is.” Leon answered Luis question, “You’re doing a great job guarding a dime.” Luis chuckle and walk over to Leon and hand him a file.

You felt embarrassed at the mans flattering words, “where are my manners?” Luis said and turn to you, “my names Luis, encantado.” He flashes a smile and wave the group, “ciao.”

“Well then,” Leon put the file aside and put his hand over your shoulder, “let me introduce you to some friends, this is Rebecca, Claire and Chris.” Leon points to each and one of them, “the guy who you just met is Luis. He just introduce himself and dip.” Leon added and you could hear Rebecca chuckle at Leon’s remark, “that’s good ‘ol Luis.” The girl with short boy cut said with a smile.

“Meetings starting… I’ll be going first.” Claire dismiss herself and left, Chris followed and smiled at you before disappearing out of sight. Which left you, Rebecca and Leon alone.

“Is there a training ground here?” you whisper to Leon, you tip toe to meet his ears height, “the training room?” Rebecca shift her weight and tilt her head, “we do have one here, currently empty since meeting is being held.” She added before looking at the watch, “I’ll be off now, don’t keep us waiting, agent Kennedy.” She pats Leon’s shoulder and walk off.

“Don’t cause trouble, okay?”

“I’m not a little girl, Leon.”

“I know,” Leon shuffles your hair and look down at you, “training room at the second floor, third door. There’s a bunch of equipment there too.” Leon added, “I’ll be off now.” You nodded and waved him goodbye as you made your way to the elevator and press the third floor button.

You found the room, full of equipment, either weapons or anything to train on. It’s like half of a gym, you packed some extra clothes just incase you get too much sweaty as you train.

Remembering past lessons as you get on with it, taking off your top and revealing your sport bra—you hope no one sees you. It’ll be embarrassing for you if someone barged in as you train and workout, right?

You put on your knuckle sleeve where you beg keeps dropping hints to your father to buy you one, it took a while but at least he finally got the hint and bought you three pairs of it.

You walk to the punching bag, taking a couple of deep breaths—tying your hair up into a messy bun, giving a hit for a couple few times until anger built within you, as if the fire finally receive the fuel to burn. Your hatred and how you almost put yourself in danger because of how unaware you are and how oblivious you can be. You hated people who take other people for granted, knowing that most of them are men.

You imagine the punching bag as the guy who put fucking drugs into your cocktail, you didn’t lie when you texted Leon that you’re just drinking cocktails and never an alcohol because you would want yourself to be sober than be a wasted fool, pass out then people would take advantage on your passed out form where you are fucking vulnerable.

Fingers starts to hurt, hands becoming numb, an aching feeling in your heart—you image what would happen if Leon didn’t really made it in time, you’d be harass, kidnap or worse. Tears starts to form in your eyes, your hands red from all the strike you put your energy to. Even the knuckle pads weren’t enough to bruising your hand.

Each strike was hit by anger, despair, the pain it caused you—the trauma you gain and an experience that you wouldn’t forget as it was craved at the back of your head.

You screamed at it and give it a final blow, causing it to break and get thrown at the ground as it can’t hold the impact of every punch you gave it, tears were already slipping to your cheeks—sobbing and shaking. Looking at your hands, red and bruised. You ignored the pain, probably because you’re punishing yourself for it.

You don’t know what to do since you broke their punching bag, you don’t know how much it cost and you’d be damn if you talk to your father to replace their punching bag. You got to carried away, and you can’t blame yourself when you got too much thoughts and anger to let out.

Leon was at the door, watching you punish yourself—beating the shit out of the punching bag until it breaks and pour floor with sands. Meetings just ended and he went straight to this room to look for you.

He walk towards you, taking off his tie and putting it on the side, “hey.” He called, you heard his voice and turn around to see him, “I broke the…” you mutter, looking down at the ground as you feel ashamed to yourself for breaking something that clearly doesn’t belong to you. Leon nodded, walking up to your vulnerable figure, you fidgeting your fingers as he puts both of his hands to your shoulder. Making you shudder how cold his hands were, probably the AC was on when the meeting started.

“I’ll replace it, didn’t I say that you’re my responsibility?” Leon assured and wipe the tear off that fell down from your cheek, “say, let me help you train, yeah?” he suggested, his hands retreating and going to the opposite side. “You strike, I do defense. Let me see how well you train yourself to fight.”

You nodded to his words and chuckle, you never thought your father also hired a fucking mentor. “What’s so funny, princess? Come on, get on your fighting stance.” Leon spoke, lighting up the room, to lift your sadness and sorrows and help you improve your fighting skill—so if ever Leon wasn’t around, you’d buy him time to get to your aid when you’re in danger.

You strike, he blocks your attack with his forearm. “again,” Leon command, you hit again—giving your best hit to his forearm, “come on,” he chuckle and hit you lightly which caught you off guard, “hey! You said you’ll only do defense.” You frown, he smirk and stood straight—rolling up his sleeve to show his muscles.

“I mean, where’s the thrill in that?” you rolled your eyes at his words and charged at him, lifting your leg up and trying your best to beat him to the floor.

This turned into a play fight, which got Rebecca, Claire, and Chris curious and just watched—they feel like they’re watching two cats fighting since you’re the one throwing a fit to Leon and he’s just enabling you to fight him and make him get on his ground.

It was tiring, but you learn so much from him. You were having fun, but at the same time Leon is trying to piss you off to let out your steam of anger. You quickly learn to get which move he’ll make and you change your fighting pace.

Which finally got you on top of him as he finally was defeated to the ground, making you yelp in victory. “I got you!” you yelp, panting—chest rising up and down as Leon’s hair was a mess and full of sweat.

A whistle was heard from the door, “so much sexual tension.” Luis said before running off because Rebecca would hit him with a file in her hand, Claire backed off quickly and motion the others to leave the room.

You felt embarrassed as crimson rise from your cheeks and ears, you feel yourself pulsing. You sat on his hard abs, not to his pants or else you would’ve feel the boner that Leon has. “Get up, princess. Don’t get use to this.”

You nodded and got off of him, helping him up as both of you were covered in sweat. Leon’s polo felt tight and so is the confinement of his pants. “there’s the door to the changing room.” Leon points behind you, you turn to see as he approach your bag and hand it to you.

“go change, I’ll take you home.”

You follow his words and got change to an oversize sweater and a baggy pants, you fresh up and put on some perfume so that your father wouldn’t question the sweat that you had with Leon when he trained with you.

You got home, got greeted by the servants again. Leon chuckle at what he thought is a tradition of this household, you called out for your parents to let them know you’re home, “Father, we’re back!” you called, but no response. You got to the stairs and called out again, “Father!”

Someone cleared their throat loudly to capture your attention, “your father and mother went out of country for official business.” The butler said, “where to?” you asked, jogging down and meeting him face to face, “I do not know, he just told me to inform you that they will be out for a while.” You nodded and mouth “thank you.”

So… you have the house to yourself. Great! You could do anything you want, dress how you want and be whoever you want. No parents to tell you what to do, tell you how to act and you could do shit without getting scolded. But one problem, Leon’s still here.

“Don’t get too excited, princess.” He said, walking up behind you—he leans and whispered to your ear, “you know I’m still here, hm?” he tilts his head, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

“You can shoo now!” you exclaim, turning around to push him away, “after all this time, you still push me away? You wound me…” you squint at him and hit him a couple of times, but you stomp on his foot which got him pissed.

“Listen here, doll.” You yelp when he growls and start chasing you, “you better run,” you could hear him chuckle and smile with amusement. You shut every door that you go but he ended up bursting through them and chasing you.

He’s having fun, but you feel your heart race.

You went to your room and hid under your bed, calm your breath and wait for him to barge in and find you. He came in, you see his shoe taking every step, you felt the excitement of this little cat and mouse chasing game but you also feel the suspense.

“come on out, sweetheart.” He spoke softly, his voice deep and luring. “Come on, you still push me away?” he teases, he finds amusement to your little playfulness.

You give out a breathy giggle and lift your feet a little to give a little small light stomp, not until you feel hands on your ankle—you screamed as you got pulled out, got manhandled, as you flop to bed with your back on the softness of your bed.

“let go!” you whine and giggle, “you like this?” he asked, struggling to catch your wrist until he puts them up your head and his nose buried to the crook of your neck. Inhaling your scent once again, you feel ticklish and his hip separating your legs, making them wide apart.

“Leon, stop! You’re tickling me. Stop poking your gun.”

He chuckle and place soft kisses to your neck as he whispers, “that’s not a gun, I don’t have it with me.”

Your heart drop.

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[st-kitten]

707 pt.5.1

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your series on quinn had garnered an overwhelming response from the audience. both of you had earned heftily and toji gained a big fat "i told you so" from you. it was now New Year's Eve. the day was marked as a holiday, providing you a much-needed break from the work. you considered this day as an opportunity to unwind and focus on yourself. so, you decided to indulge in a self-care day.

despite a long night's rest, you found yourself waking up later than usual, the warmth of your cozy bed tempting you to stay curled under your comforter just a bit longer. you mindlessly scrolled on your phone.

following an unconventional breakfast (coffee and a cheesecake), you made your way to your comfortable couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a content sigh. you decided to read for a while.

like any girl, you had your divine stash of spicy dark romances. you flipped through the pages, devouring every word, playing it in your head imagining henry cavill everywhere. the best thing you could do to annotate was excitedly underline your favourite lines with a pen and decorate them with exclamation marks.

the way those stories fuelled your inner devil... a part of you wished fictional men were real. every particle in you wanted to be fucked by a god. you had no shame when it came to your kinks, but most of your partners took three steps back and made themselves unknown when they discovered them. so you kept them to yourself, sticking to your books and your mind.

you were highly invested in the plot of [insert favourite dark romance] when your phone buzzed.

'need a hand. come downstaris'

you wondered what toji was up to and kept your book down, marking the page you were on with a crumpled bill. still in night shorts, hair dishevelled in a bun, you put some boots on and took the lift downstairs. it was mildly breezy and you wished you'd put a jacket on. with clattering teeth, you stepped out into the foyer, looking around. you sauntered to the parking space allotted to 706.

you stopped dead in your tracks, looking in front of you, at the six foot two broad man who sat on a sexy, ink black bike, wearing an equally dark compression shirt and a helmet that sent pulses straight between your legs. it took you a moment to believe that it was toji.

"megs needs some things for school. i'd have bought them myself but apparently he says i have horrible taste in stationary. would you..." toji stared at you.

why were you standing with disney XD knees? why were your eyes focused on his torso? why were you practically drooling?

you couldn't see his face since it was hidden underneath a black visor. but toji had a sly smirk permanently plastered on his face.

"you alright there, princess?" he asked, leaning forward, placing his arms on the bike's airbox, his muscles tightening and bringing out the veins.

"you... ride a bike..."

toji chuckled. "i may be hustling for cash, sweetie, but i come from generational wealth. this baby here is just one of the perks."

you gulped and took a few steps near him. you didn't know what to focus on. his buff arms that could crack your skull in a millisecond, his torso (by that i mean fushititties), the sexy helmet that hid his handsome face from you or that fact that he had a bike.

"uh huh..." words failed to come out of your mouth.

"you can check me out all day, princess, but i gotta run errands. you in?"

mindlessly, you nodded. toji chortled and handed you a spare helmet, which you put on. he noticed that you were all but naked in your night clothes, so he loosened that jacket he'd tied around his waist and asked you to turn around. he put it on you, adoring how big it looked on you.

"penguin..." he muttered.

you still hadn't recovered from anything. you half expected to wake up from a dream. you managed to sit on the bike, scooting forward to adjust yourself.

"hold tight."

only when the bike roared did you come to your senses. the sudden momentum made you jolt forward and wrap your arms around his waist.

"are you okay?" toji asked, amused by how brainlessly you were behaving. upon hearing no response, he simply began driving. it was going to be a quick ride, but toji figured he might as well spend it with you. he was no stranger to riding sports bikes, but having you sitting behind him made him want to show off just a little.

aligning his body with the bike, toji swerved skilfully, leaning into each curve with a boldness and surety that seemed almost choreographed.

you on the other hand, had begun fantasising all sorts of things. the knowledge of toji being a biker did some things to you. the arms that circled around him slowly loosened as your hands started to feel his abs with a mind of their own.

toji knew all to well what you were going through. it was the standard response of any girl. he let out a soft laugh, loving the way your hands felt on him. he sped up slightly, darting through the streets. you reached the store quicker than you anticipated. toji turned the bike off, expecting you to get off, but no. you just sat there, glued to him.

he leaned back, turning his waist slightly, and placed his elbow on your knee.

"any plans to get off?" he asked.

"oh... you bet..." you blurted out earning a deep chuckle from the man.

with great reluctance, you hopped off the bike, feeling very small compared to the large man beside you. he took his helmet off and cradled it in his arms.

you still had yours on. he tapped on it, hoping to snap you back to senses. he had no clue what was going on with you, but he didn't mind.

the two of you strolled through the store, ticking each item of the school's list.

"he's six. he does not need a dissection kit, toji..."

"that's what this is?"

the next half an hour went by quickly and you were out of the store in no time.

"you had breakfast, princess?" he asked. okay, you weren't a big fan of nicknames, but the way they spilled out of his mouth so effortlessly, made you giddy.

"yep. you?"

"not yet. you mind if i grab something real quick?"

you shook your head. the two of you drove to a nearby KFC (sorry...). he parked the bike and went inside since the queue at the drive through was long. you sat on the bike, letting your thoughts run wild. oh, you wanted him. in some uncanny ways. just how ever were you going to convince him...

toji came outside holding a paper bag with food in it. he was genuinely concerned about your strange behaviour. maybe he'd ask you about it later. standing beside you, almost towering over you, he nonchalantly ran his gloved hand across you thigh, taking in the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

"you wanna drive?"

"what? fuck. no. we'd die."

"it ain't that hard."

"no thank you. i'm happy being your backpack."

"my what?"

"backpack? you know... passenger princess, but for bikes..."

"huh."

toji definitely felt too old for a moment. "you're fine being called after an object?"

"uh... yeah..." you didn't like how dry the conversation had become. you were half convinced. there was no way toji would hear your kinks out.

the ride back to your building was silent. not awkward, just silent. even the elevator ride upstairs was hollow. toji stepped into his apartment, you following him like a puppy. he placed the bags on the couch. he stood in his living room, checking his mail, one arm cradling the helmet, his hands sifting through the envelopes. he spotted you gawking at him through the corner of his eye.

"are you stoned?"

"huh? no."

"are you sick?"

"no, i'm not sick... i'll... be in my house then... thanks for the ride."

you fist bumped his shoulder and trotted away into your house. toji had a big question mark on his face. usually you'd run your mouth and leave no snarky comment off the table. so, seeing you acting like a wobbly stool made him wonder if something had happened.

the rest of the day went normally for both of you. you continued working on some songs and he cleaned his house for the first time in a while. by dinner time, toji ad gotten suspicious of your sudden lack of activity. he knocked on your door, once again, to find that it was unlocked.

"what's the point of this door..." he mumbled, stepping into your house.

you were in the kitchen, watching a youtube video on making some spaghetti.

"slipped my mind..." you said to him, eyes still fixated on your tiny phone.

toji observed you closely. ever since your little bike ride in the morning, you'd been acting weird.

"need help?"

you shook your head. why were you so quiet?

toji didn't want to leave you alone, so he just sat down on your couch, watching you cook (mostly mess up). he accidentally sat on the book you'd left there. with nothing else to do, he decided to flip through it.

let's just say he had to hold back a few gasps...

he looked at you, then looked at the book and then back at you.

is this what you read? you... liked this?

toji understood your quinn business, but to think that you actually enjoyed erotic stories outside of your hustle... now that was something. he decided to read a little, on the page you'd marked.

he covered his mouth with a curled fist as he read your book, hiding a devilish smirk. no wonder you went quiet. your poor mind must be picturing so many things seeing as the protagonist of your book too... was a biker. you innocent face did a great job at masking the inner demon. toji was at least six pages in when he realised how excruciatingly detailed everything was. he could only envision you reading the book, holding it with one hand while the other helped your nether region feel what you wanted the most.

but that wouldn't have been enough... you can't just imagine a rugged man having his way with you. you needed someone to actually do it to you. to manhandle you, put you in your place, and fuck you dumb. reading your book was like an insight into your mind. is this what you thought of all this time sitting behind him on the bike?

toji got up, still clutching the book in one hand and made his way to where you were. standing behind you, he rested his palm on the kitchen counter, trapping you between him and the marble surface, letting his body rub against your back.

he felt you inhale sharply. he let his mouth hover beside your ears as he read, "tell me, f/m/c, how bad do you want this?"

his voice made you shudder in place. you looked back at him, not expecting him to be that close.

"what..." you gaze fell to the book he was holding. in his large hands, the book seemed like a pocket bible. well... when it came to mind blowing sex, it was your bible.

"don't get all shy now. i know you like my fist around your throat." toji was only reading what the male protagonist was saying. he had plans for the rest. as he proceeded, he began imitating the actions described in the pages. he let his free hand caress your waist, moving up till it reached your breasts.

"i see you staring at my hands all the time. you like them that much?" he fondled one of them over your bra.

the grip you had on your spatula quivered and you dropped it. you had no words. you were too busy feeling his hands on you.

toji let his fingertips run down your stomach, loving the way you backed into him at the contact. it took no time for him to get hard.

"look at you... so sensitive." oh how glad he was to have spent all those nights recording with you. it gave him a power ready to abuse at any moment.

"i... the book... it's..." you panted.

"yours. no need to lie, sweetheart."

"it's just research... for qu-"

toji slipped his hand inside the flimsy shorts you were wearing the whole day.

"nuh uh. this one's all you."

he had truly mastered delicate touches, something which edged you to a point of absurdity.

"people read... so what." your defence was as weak as a twig.

"i'll stop then..." he was about to take his hands away, when you reflexively grabbed his arm, keeping it in place.

toji smirked.

"alright then... where was i..."

you let a sigh of relief. this was all you'd ever dreamed of. and you were getting it without asking for it. by none other than the menacing hunk of a man that toji was.

toji continued to read lines out loud, his actions dictating each reaction you gave. if he knew it was this easy to get you wet and begging, he'd have done it sooner. he slipped his fingers inside you, one after the other, at a painfully slow pace, dragging the whines out of you. he held back a laugh when you clench your thighs closer. it only motivated him to bully your cunt, speeding up and suddenly slowing down.

"that's a good girl..."

you let out a hearty chuckle, mixed with a long due moan as your head hangs low and forward, you hands gripping the kitchen counter. toji had become completely unpredictable with physical intimacy. you had to give him that. you enjoyed the thrill of it. but you were hardly a saint yourself. you wanted to push his buttons.

"copy cat... can't do a thing without help, can you?"

toji grunted in your ear, his hand squeezing you down there, almost pulling you back into him.

"watch your mouth, princess."

"offended already?" despite the whimpers that spilled out of you, you still had that bratty attitude toji desperately wanted to break. but he knew better than to play your game. he'd lose. so he chose his own route.

he pulled his hand out in an instant, relishing in your groan. before you could retort he snapped the book shut and shoved it between your legs.

"if it falls, you'll having it coming," toji whispered in your ears and left your house...

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[kingofthering]

vr46 Marc, a little over 900 words that came from : this video of Vale presenting his helmets collection, this text post of mine and this poll by @moonshynecybin

set in Tavullia at Vale's museum, after Valencia 2023

"Okay, so," Valentino starts right next to his ear. Marc still doesn't think that his step ladder is made for two people and the lack of space has Valentino pressed against his back, their left hands almost touching where they're both holding onto the highest bar. Valentino uses his right hand to point at a line of helmets and Marc follows his instruction. "Here we have the people that made me have my best moments in MotoGP," Valentino says. He's using his teaching voice, the one he uses when he's explaining something to the guys at the ranche, his hand going wild in front of a paper board and the circuit clipped to it. Marc feels hot. He keeps his eyes on the helmets in front of him. "Andrea Dovizioso, Casey Stoner, Jorge Lorenzo, Dani Pedrosa, and, from the race in Valencia in 2023 when he was racing for my team and helped us win the team championship, Marc Marquez."

Marc looks at his helmet, reads the message that he spent way too much time thinking about before finally being able to put a marker against the visor. He already knows his message by heart. Already could recite what Valentino wrote for him, too.

Valentino's chin dips into Marc's shoulder and his hand cover Marc's on the handle bar. "I"m sorry it took so long to get there but it's fixed, now."

Marc closes his eyes. It's fixed now. Right. The implications of those words feel like so much, even for Valentino's standards.

Marc takes a deep breath. "I almost slept with a stranger in Thailand. A guy I met at the hotel bar."

When Marc opens his eyes, he watches Valentino's hand leave his, can feel the heat from Valentino's chest disappearing as he draws back. When Marc turns around, Valentino is back on the ground, leaning against the counter of the central island just a meter in front of Marc.

Valentino has his arms crossed in front of himself but it doesn't feel defensive, not really. He doesn't seem mad, either. His head is tilted to the side, waiting Marc out.

Marc stays on the top step of the stool. Being taller than Valentino for once is not that bad of a thing, Marc doesn't care about how ridiculous he looks.

"We were just talking and then I received a text from you, the one where you asked me if we could get lunch or dinner together when I got to Malaysia, and I guess something must have showed on my face because I ended up talking to him about you. We moved on after that and he offered to have a last drink in his room and I contemplated it but I just couldn't."

Marc watches as Valentino opens his mouth, ready to react. He shakes his head. "Don't. Don't say I should have or don't apologize, it's not– Don't bother. The not having been with anyone since I got here is a me issue and maybe you played a role in it since we kissed but it's fine. I'll fix it."

It might be a lie and the most ridiculous thing he's said in a while but Valentino doesn't need to know that or worse, call him out on it. It's bad enough that Marc is half admitting to it.

"Marc–"

"And please don't say that you haven't been with anyone else either just to please me. My ego is fine. I don't need that."

Valentino chuckles at that and Marc feels his cheeks go up in flames.

"You really think I've been fucking everyone left and right for the past months? That's who you think I am?"

Valentino does seem a little offended and Marc might feel bad about it, just a tiny bit. "Do you want me to remind you about your "making out while shotgunning just happens easily" thing? And I've seen you flirt with people in the past, let's not pretend you can't have anyone you want."

The pictures from Indianapolis come flooding Marc's mind. Always Indianapolis. The guy on Valentino's lap, Valentino stealing a kiss from him, Valentino's hands finding the guy's hips while he stands behind him to dip his head down and kiss his neck, Marc on the other side of the room trying to not choke on his beer.

"Don't worry, I've left my whore tendencies in the past. I'm too old for that now, it shows."

Marc blinks at him, his face the definiton of disbelief.

"Oh come on Marc, I'm not fishing for compliments here. I'm hitting 45 in three months, you really want to pretend I didn't look better a decade ago?"

Marc huffs. "Well, not with those hideous sideburns, no."

Valentino bursts out laughing at that and Marc finds himself smiling with him, some of the tension in his shoulders getting released.

"Marc," Valentino calls for him again and this time he has one hand extended in front of himself. His face is open, gentle, maybe a little concerned too. It's a bunch of emotions Marc hadn't seen on Vale's face in a long time. It's a bunch of emotions Marc has gotten used to again over the last months, ones he could appreciate seeing more of, in the future.

Marc accepts Valentino's hand and steps down from the stool.

[augustvandyne]

Andy Herrera x reader

4 times Andy and the crew had to rescue reader and the 5 time Andy ask them out

have an amazing day!

4 times andy had to save you, and 1 time she asked you out

1

You were an EMT, meaning you went out on many, many calls, which also came with risks.

So the first time you’d met Andy had been due to an injury, and the many times after that.

You’d just helped a patient onto a stretcher for your partner to take back to the rig, and were then talking with a firefighter, whose name you hadn’t caught when it had happened.

The car blew. Right in front of your face.

Well, not exactly.

You were a somewhat safe distance away, but you’d still gotten blown back hard, cracking your head off the pavement.

What had happened was blurry, but you did remember that Andy was the one that had picked you up and moved you towards a safer location as her crew put the fire out.

She’d stayed at the scene with you until your mind had cleared up, which was out of character for her, but she just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Your partner, Paige, had also stayed, but did have to head back because she was not granted with a few days off.

“You know, you really should be more careful.”

Those were the first words she’d ever said to you, and you couldn’t think of a better entrance.

“Oh, like I was supposed to know it was going to blow while I was near it,” You wince in pain, putting a hand on the spot.

“Andy Herrera,” She held her helmet under arm, and she looked hot.

“Y/n L/n,” You removed the hand from your head to shake her head.

“You good?” She asked sweetly.

You nod, to which she replies, “Words, sweetheart.”

“I’m great,” You stick a thumb out, internally trying not to scream.

“Okay,” Andy places her helmet back on. “I’d say I hope not to see you again, but I have a feeling that won’t be the case.”

You yell after her, “What’s that supposed to mean?”, but she just chuckles and keeps walking.

2

The second time was because the ‘first responder’ line was bullshit.

You and Paige had been waiting for five minutes for a fire truck to get to the location, but not a single one was heard.

The mother of the two floor house had made it out of the house, coughing up a lung.

Her face was covered in dirt from the smoke, and she was crying.

You being the person you were, you couldn’t just stand there and let her children die inside, so you ran in.

Paige was yelling at you the whole time, but didn’t follow in with you.

You tried not breathing, but that proved to be very difficult.

You brought the little boy out of the house, and we’re heading back upstairs for the little girl, when you passed out on the landing above the steps.

You’d then woken up in the back of an ambulance, with almost the same sight as last time.

Except, this time she was standing with a fellow firefighter, and there was an oxygen mask on your face.

She was blonde, and just as gorgeous as Andy was. Really, what do they feed them at the station?

“Oh, she’s awake,” Andy lightly hits the girl on the side. “Listen, we’ve really gotta stop meeting like this.”

You open your mouth to say something smart back, but then you start coughing repeatedly.

“You should keep the mask on, it’ll help you breathe,” The blonde nods.

“This is Maya,” Andy says, watching over you the same way she had the first time you’d met. “Hey, what you did back there..”

“Was heroic?” You ask, putting the mask right back on when you get a look from Andy.

“I was going to say stupid,” Andy crossed her arms.

“I’m gonna.. yeah,” Maya steps away and back towards the other firefighters.

“I was doing the job you couldn’t,” You shrugged.

“I’ll admit, it was heroic,” Andy hopped into the ambulance to sit with you. “But stupid. You could’ve died.”

“Stop thinking about what could’ve happened in the past. I’m here now, and I’m alive,” You take a breath in with the mask.

“Yeah, for now. I don’t want to even think about what you get yourself into next time.”

“Then don’t,” You shrug. “Live in the now.”

Andy squints and smiles at you, hoping out of the ambulance to head back, “Until next time.”

You nod, and then she’s gone.

3

This time it was simple, really.

You’d happened to be inside Joe’s when the car had run right into the wall.

You weren’t injured, but you definitely were in a mild state of shock. There was some bleeding, but it wasn’t anything you and Ben couldn’t take care of.

You were nervous because there was no way out, and the small bar was a bit crowded.

Andy had personally asked for you once she found out you were inside.

“I just had a feeling,” Andy said from the other side of the wall.

You were up on a chair, speaking to her through a small part of the wall that was broken due to the car smashing into it.

You could see a portion of her face, but that was it.

“Is it bad?” Andy asked.

“There’s only two of them that needs to be immediately checked out,” You let out a breath. “They’ll be okay for now.”

“Okay, good,” Andy nodded.

She hears you let out an anxious sigh, and feels sympathy for you. She also wonders why you were there in the first place. Were you on a date?

Andy pushes the jealousy to the back of her head, and focuses on the now, just like you told her to.

“It’s gonna be okay, Y/n,” Andy assures you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so,” You swallow. “I was on the other side of the bar when it happened.”

“That’s good,” Andy pauses, “I need to move now, so they can remove the car from the wall. I’ll see you on the other side, okay?”

“Yeah.”

Shes then the first to approach you when everyone was rescued out.

She tries to encourage you to go get checked out at the hospital, to which you assure her you were nowhere near the car when it happened, and that there are more important injuries to attend.

Andy does make you sit for a second so she can do a concussion exam, but it was fine but you, because she looked adorable when she focused.

“You’re clear,” Andy stands back.

“I told you I would be,” You tilt your head, grabbing your bag and coat.

You just chuckles and shakes her head, “I don’t want to see you for another month.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You wave her off and make your way to Grey Sloan to help where you can.

4

Your town had a yearly bonfire to start the new year, and you’d always attended.

Not because you liked to be social. Okay, that was part of it. But also because you were watching to make sure the teenagers didn’t pull anything, and so you can assess injuries if it gets to that point.

And never in the years you’ve lived in the town had the fire department been called. But this year they were.

“What’s going on?” You approach Andy before she even hops out of the truck.

“We got a call about a fire,” Andy points behind you.

“Yeah, I know,” You move an inch closer. “But this is a friendly and safe environment.”

At least it was until the fire started snap, crackling, and popping.

“Those damn kids,” You grunt out.

“At least someone called the department before it got out of hand,” Andy pats your arm.

“Whatever,” You roll your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” Andy’s eyes trail from yours down to your lips. “What are you doing here, anyway? You don’t seem like the type to be at big events.”

“Don’t you have a job to do?” You lean against the side of the truck, ignoring your pounding heart.

“I have a crew for a reason,” She shrugs. “Now answer me.”

“It’s a town thing,” You look down. “You know, I do like to be social. Just not in a small room.”

“Claustrophobic?”

“Just a little,” You shake your head, looking to see the fire was already contained and put out.

You hear boos and look away before it gets out of hand.

“Hey, I thought I said I didn’t want to see you for a month.”

“Fate just brought us together,” You hold a hand to your chest, only being half sarcastic, because the two of you did have a way of coming back to each other.

“Hm,” She gives a half smile.

“I’d better go,” You point across the street to your house. “I have to work tomorrow.”

“No problem,” Andy pushes off the truck. “Let me walk you.”

“Okay.”

You walk in silence until you reach the door.

Andy and you share a moment. You couldn’t even explain what had happened. You looked into each others eyes.

Nobody moved closer or made an attempt to walk away until one of the men from the crew shouted, “Let’s go, Herrera!”

At which she chuckled and walked without saying bye.

5

Today, it had nothing to do with you putting yourself in danger—more like a drunk driver.

A big truck had run right into the right front side of the rig and had flipped the whole thing.

When Andy arrived on the scene, she first started at the driver side window, and when she saw you she just laughed a bit.

She tried prying your door open, but you told her to start on your partner first, who had been unconscious since the truck had hit you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” You’d told her, but you were scared for your life.

And your leg, which was wedged in something. It hurt really, really bad. A broken leg is nothing compared to death, which is what your partner was facing right now.

“I have firefighters on that,” Andy studied you with a closed off expression.

Your nose was also bleeding. Along with a few scrapes along the side of your face, probably from glass shattering and flying.

Other than that, you were fine.

“My friend Victoria is checking on your patient in the back. I’ve got Jack and Travis on your partner there,” You shakily look to the side to see the two men prying off the door and taking vitals. “Now, please let me help you.”

“O— okay,” The shock was starting to set in, and Andy could tell.

“Hey, talk to me,” Andy says as she continues to open the door. “Tell me, why do we keep meeting like this?”

You let out a breathy laugh, “I think you like me.”

“Oh yeah?” Andy chuckles as she pries the door open and sees your leg. “Interesting theory. And what about you?”

“I g— guess you look hot in your uniform,” You swallow nervously.

“Well thank you,” Andy calls over Maya, and the two of them try to get your leg out. “So do you.”

“We’re gonna try getting your leg free, okay?” Maya says.

“Please do,” You chuckle slightly.

You were worried they might have to amputate it, but they didn’t. It was wedged between the front of the car and the floor.

It did require medical attention though, because it was broken.

“Thank you for staying with me,” You smile up at Andy after your surgery.

“No problem,” She shrugs it off.

Andy sits down before there’s any time for the two of you to share another moment. She loved the moment but she wanted to ask you out and she was going to do just that.

“How are you doing?” Andy asks nervously.

“I’m okay. It hurts, but I’ll stick it out.”

“When will you be back on your feet?” Andy leans forward.

“Well, I’ll be on crutches for a while. But I’ll be able to move around in about a week. So, more time off for me,” You say sarcastically.

���Good,” Andy stands back up, getting ready to leave. “That’ll give me enough time to plan our first date.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” You smile wide.

“I didn’t really ask, it’s more of a demand.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” You shake your head, the smile still on her face even after she’s gone.

[nahoney22]

Hi hello! First of all congrats on so many followers, your content is really good and well thought out! Now, can I drop a request for the 501st boys (or the Batchers if you'd prefer)? I'd love to see some headcanons on how would they'd react to a lover who enjoys to romance them on the regular <3 From bringing them breakfast in bed to thoughtful little gifts, wining 'n dining and even serenading them Remember to stay hydrated, and I hope your day/evening/night is pleasant :D

Romancing

501st boys X GN!Reader

Exactly what the request asks ♥️ thank you for the kind words too, anon. Same back to you. Sorry for the wait ♥️

warnings: none, fluff. Reader is Gender Neutral

Masterlist

Rex 🌹

When Rex first saw the first gift on the pillow of his bed in the barracks he is pleasently surprised. Of course he knew it was from his sweetheart - you - but he had never expected anyone to go out of their way to make a makeshift pampering set for him. “What’s all this then?” He mumbles with a smile.

He’s a little shy about it and after having a root through, he does hide it under his bunk incase the others go rooting through since you almost left cute on the bottles and containers such as reminders that he is loved, how handsome he is and how he deserves to have something look after him when you’re not around.

When he’s alone and has the time, he uses your gifts to keep him fresh, clean and tidy. All the while he is sending you pictures of him with the face and hair masks on that you got him.

‘How do I look?’ He will ask you through message.

‘Oh Captain, very handsome.’

And in his downtime, he also will go out and buy you stuff in return. He was lucky to have you.

Fives 💋

This man was already smitten with you so when he started finding love notes in his helmet, boots, weapon cases he was hook, line and sinker in love with you.

He was always one to romance you so to have it done back in return made his cheeks burn and heart pulse.

“So mesh’la, what’s with all these notes?” He asks once he has you back in his arms, holding up a little bit of flimsy that said he had the most enchanting eyes.

You shrug and smile warmly up at your man. “Just me expressing my fondness for you.” You smirk.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? How about you tell me to my face how fine you think my butt is?”

You pause and gave him an incredulous look. “I never wrote one like that!”

He rubs the back of his neck, chuckling. “Yeah I know… but I wish you did.”

Dogma 🎶

When he is sitting across from you, watching you pull out your musical instrument of choice, his face set on fire.

He was always reclusive when it came to relationships so when he finally mellowed out and made a move on you, he certainly was happy.

What he didn’t expect however was to come to your apartment and have you tell him that you wrote a song for him. He was a stuttering mess but after hearing what you had written, he had to hold his breath to stop him from crying truthfully.

He’s bashful. “T-thank you darling… but you didn’t need to do that for me.”

A crestfallen expression falls on your feature. “Oh, did you not like it?”

“Yes! Of course I did!” He is standing up quickly and walking towards you, taking your hands in his. “Just a very nice but unexpected gift. Thank you.” He is a little nervous incase he had upset you but seeing you smile for him makes him know he’s not in the doghouse.

Jesse ❤️

“Good morning, handsome.” Jesse rolls over onto his back, yawning as your soft voice roused him from his sleep.

Sitting up to look for you, he raises a curious brow to see you in the doorway to the bedroom with a tray in your hand. “I made you breakfast.”

He chuckles, sitting up straight so his back rested against the headboard. “I could’ve come to the table to eat it.”

“I know,” you shrug as you walk over, placing it over in his lap, “but breakfast in bed sounds good, no?”

He looks at the array of baked goods and his stomach growls in hunger just at the sight and smell. “Sounds perfect. Thank you baby.” How did he end up with someone as fantastic as you?

Hardcase 💃🏻

“Hardcase, look what I just won for you!” Sneaking away to be with his soulmate, the two of you went to a fair where you had a go at winning a special gift for your boyfriend.

He turns to you, lips wrapped around a delicious chocolatey treat as you bound over with a large stuffed tooka doll.

“For me? But you won it babes.” He laughs, finishing and swallowing his food as he slings a arm over you shoulder and draws you near, taking a hold of the doll.

“Yeah… I won it for you though. So you can have something to cuddle when I’m not there.” You grin up at him, cheesy smile on both of your faces. “Or is someone to embarrassed to be seen with a stuffed toy at the barracks.”

He rolls his eyes at your teasing tone, sticking his tongue out at you. “Nothing can embarrass me sweet cheeks. And if anyone tries to steal Dave I’ll kick their ass.”

“Really? Dave of all names?”

“It’s a good name. Oh, and thanks.” He places a kiss to your lips as the two of you continue your fun evening ahead. Oh how he loves romance.

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[crazyk-imagine]

You're the New Girl headcanon

A/N: This goes from 86' all to the next generation

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- Everyone was informed the of the new lieutenant joining

- No one knew it was going to be another female, they kept that on the down low

- Those in this line of work barely got used to Charlie being around, add another female (chaos)

- No one was ready for your first day and training, they had no idea you'd be joining

"Time to turn 'em and burn 'em, right, Viper?" You salute him before ditching him

"That damn, lieutenant."

- Everyone was so lost when you beat everyone and landed

- Wolfman fell right then and there, holding his heart (Hollywood smacked him to get him to stop)

- Sundown, Merlin, and Cougar jaws dropped, could not believe you beat their teacher

- Goose and Maverick were lost as shit but excited because that meant decent competition (other than Iceman and Slider)

- Chipper knew he wanted to buy you a drink and congratulate you

- Iceman was upset and Slider was wondering if you had a sibling

- Charlie smirks, already knowing you were going to spin in circles around everyone

- No one else could even get close to you

- You did not get involved in the drama Charlie got herself involved in but offered advice if she needed it

- Viper still wanted to kick you out on occasion but you got on his good side, and he enjoyed your young, chaotic mind

- The rest of the guys enjoyed the energy you brought to the table

- Your favorites were Goose and Wolfman, you had a hard time dealing with Cougar, Sundown, and Chipper (annoying little shits, they're like annoying little brothers [you never asked for 'em but you got 'em])

- You got closer to Maverick and Iceman when Goose died, staying by their side, going through life together

- Then came the younger generation

- They thought you were badass

- Cyclone became a thorn in your side and vice versa for him

- Hondo loved you

- The newer generation after that came into play and you lost it when you heard about Mav's new mission (you weren't asked to be a part of this one)

- But when Mav called and Ice texted you, begging you to help him; you came

- You arrived fashionably late (wanting them to see what kind of speed they'd need)

You take off your helmet and walk in, "hey, kids." You nod to your friend, "Mav."

"Who are you?"

You narrow your eyes to the tanned, cocky, blonde (Mav knows this is going to be trouble). "Your worst nightmare, any who. Later, Mav."

"What's chasing you off so soon?"

"I have to leave before I get a headache."

"Angel!"

Your friend chuckles.

You purse your lips. "And there's my headache."

Some of the students snicker and as soon as the door opens, they're quiet.

He narrows his eyes, "I need to see you in my office."

You smile, "of course. Where else would I spend my day?"

- Cyclone tried to keep you away from the mission even though he knew it was a long shot

- And when no one was progressing the way, they needed to, you helped Mav come up with an idea

- He told you he thought he was making progress with Rooster but that didn't get far

You stand in the doorway, turning to smile at Mav. "You ready?"

"We're really doing this?"

"I can't get in too much trouble because I wasn't called in for this but if you need a little competition. I'm in."

He chuckles, "as if you could beat me."

"They don't call me Angel for nothing."

- You planes come up on the radar, impressing everyone when you finish in time

- You and your husband help around the Kazansky household, doing whatever you can to make things easier

- The kids go on their mission

- Mav gets an earful from you along with Rooster and Hangman

- Cyclone still doesn't like you but he's learned to tolerate you

- You and Mav are pulled over to the piano to sing along with the kids

- Then Mav and Penny's marriage came and went

- You were left to deal with them while he was on honeymoon, but it was good

- They finally learned why you were the best of the best (maybe better than Mav)

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@blueoorchid @kmc1989

[rainbowsprinkledpirate]

On The Other Side

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Male!Reader

Summary: Mos Pelgo flourished under Cobb's watch. The only problems he dragged you along to deal with were Tusken Raiders, a krayt dragon, and the occasional rough stranger passing through. No big deal, right?

Chapter I: Monsters and Trouble

Beep.

Beep. Beep.

Beep.

The insistent beeping from your comlink drags you from a fitful sleep and you fumble for the small device.

When it manages to avoid your fingers, you sit up. A low growl of anger bubbles up in your chest as you swipe it off the rickety table to your right, pressing the small button to answer.

"This better be good, Vanth."

No one else besides Cyar'ika would com you. If she wanted to speak with you she would have just come in and jibbered something along the line of 'get up' in Ewokese.

So, you could already imagine Cobb's eyes crinkling as he chuckles before answering, "Trust me, it is. I figured out a way to get the Tuskens to leave us be. Meet me in The Oasis in a few?"

A glance at the sun spilling across the sand-covered floor of your room lets you know you wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon. But it wasn't like you were getting a good sleep anyway.

A heavy sigh tumbles from your lips as you mutter into the comlink, "I'll be there."

Cobb croons back immediately, "Atta boy."

Damn him and his smooth voice. Didn't you promise yourself you wouldn't be swayed by men like him ages ago?

You roll out of bed, sweat making your shirt stick to your back as you tread over to the small chest tucked into the corner of your room.

The house you stayed in with Cyar’ika was small so there wasn't room for much else other than the few bits of furniture you had. Which wasn't much, considering a bookshelf took up a majority of the room.

The shelf was stacked with a variety of books, all of which you kept as pristine as you could, since physical copies of books were almost non-existent in the Outer Rim Territories.

They were your pride and joy. One of the few things you actually cared to look after, alongside the old lady.

You nudge the small chest open with one foot before crouching down to dig out your outfit for the day.

Honestly, you didn't have much to choose from. Tatooine's climate saw to that.

You hesitate when you notice the armor sitting neatly on top of your other clothes. You couldn't remember much of your parents other than the pieces of armor they left with you.

Your mother's helmet, shoulder pauldrons, knee-pads, and thigh guards.

And your father's vambrace, breastplate and shin guards.

Your fingers ran over each one as you pulled them out and set them on your bed, deciding to leave the helmet.

In a way, it felt wrong to wear it. As if you weren't worthy of such yet. Honestly, you didn’t know if you would ever be. Which was another reason you often left the helmet behind, tucked away safely in the chest.

"Luufi are you up?" It wasn't that surprising to hear Cyar'ika this early.

She probably stayed up making Ahrisa all night again. Molding that spicy bread into something edible was a hobby she excelled at. Something you grew to appreciate.

"Yes, I'm up." You call back before tugging off the ratty sleep shirt that clung to your back.

Cyar'ika appeared at your door nearly giving you a heart attack. How she moved so quietly or quickly for her age will never cease to amaze you.

"You're going into town again, aren't you?" You wouldn't exactly call Mos Pelgo a town. It was more like a tiny village considering its population. Then again, you'd heard Cobb call it Freetown before.

"Yes, Cobb asked for me." Cyar'ika shook her head before wagging a finger at you.

"Now you listen here! Every time you go around that boy you end up coming home with more scratches than what you left with." A grimace crawls across your face as your old lady begins her rant. "A few weeks ago you went to meet with him about some raiders and came back with blaster burns. And just a day ago you met with him only to come home with three knife wounds. If you come back with any new hurts I'm gonna have to go talk to this Cobb Vanth myself. Understood? You're not some piece of meat to be used as he sees fit!"

She huffs a breath after spewing all of that and you stand silently by waiting to see if she has anything else to add.

After some more angry huffing, she raises a brow at you. You take that as a sign to speak up.

"Cyar'ika, he just wants to talk this time." She shakes her head again before chittering furiously in Ewokese. Something along the lines of 'stupid boys' and 'always getting into trouble'. From what you could pick out anyway.

Her fierce eyes pin you in your spot as she grunts, "He better. I'm serious about going to see him if you get hurt again, Luufi." You nod solemnly, uttering a low 'of course'.

There was no point in telling her you would most likely end up doing something stupid.

Each outing to meet Cobb ended the same. You'd both go somewhere trying to follow Cobb's patchy plan then you'd both end up limping home.

He was a smart man, but sometimes he chose the wrong path to follow. Maybe that's why you found it hard to stay away from him.

You'd hate for such a guy to end up dead somewhere and no one would know about it. Cobb deserved more than that. He proved so to you every day by protecting Mos Pelgo. Kind of like what you believe your parents did.

You finally end up making your way out of the shared home after tugging on your scuffed boots and snagging your blaster from under your pillow.

It didn't take long to walk that familiar path to the cantina. Walking in you weren't too surprised to see Cobb MIA. Usually when he contacted you he was out somewhere dealing with a few Marshal things. That's what you had taken to calling them anyway.

"Hey Taanti, how's it going?" The Weequay bartender ended up becoming one of your closest friends in Mos Pelgo. His aloof nature usually kept most at bay, but you were lucky enough to earn his friendship when you saved him ages ago during the fight with the Mining Collective.

You still didn't let Cobb live that down. He had let you take out most of the group alone while looking for rockets to 'finish them off' as he put it.

Taanti hums, mindlessly wiping off a glass, "It's going. You know not a lot happens all the way out here. Except with those kriffing Tuskens and that sand dragon."

A snort leaves you as you take a seat further in the cantina, facing the doorway. This was the best place to sit and clean your blaster while waiting for Cobb. As well as speak to Taanti if you want.

"You've run into more trouble with them?" Unease stirs your gut as he slams the glass on the bar growling lowly in a language you don't recognize.

"They took out this small group of traders I had a good connection with. It made what little stock I have plummet." He sighs before straightening up, grabbing another glass to clean. "I suppose nothin' can really be done about them."

You can't help the small smile you send his way. He frowns when he notices.

"Don't tell me the Marshal-" Taanti cuts himself off when a figure darkens the doorway to the cantina.

Your heart somersaults in your chest at the sight of the fully beskar clad Mandalorian.

Taanti stiffens, glancing at you before focusing on the Mandalorian. There was only one reason a Mandalorian would be in this nearly isolated town.

He was hunting someone.

Tannti, remaining his usual aloof self, examines the Mandalorian before saying, "Can I help you?"

The Mandalorian looks straight over at you before approaching the bar and leaning against it.

"I'm looking for a Mandalorian." When he speaks you can't help shuddering. The voice modulator he had in his helmet did little to hide the timber of his voice. And the way he stood, there was a quiet air of confidence around him that spoke volumes of what he was capable of.

Dank farrik you were screwed.

If he was here for you, you wouldn't put up much of a fight. There was no point trying to fight a Mandalorian. Especially since you didn’t want to drag anyone else into problems from your past. You guess someone scraped up enough credits to take you down after what you did.

"Well, we don't get many visitors in these parts. Can you describe him?" Tannti looks down at the glass in his hand. You can tell the Mandalorian's presence unnerves him.

"Someone who looks like me." The Mandalorian leans back and you can feel his eyes burning into you from behind the helmet. You try to ignore him and focus on cleaning your blaster, but you notice Tannti looking over at you too.

"You mean the Marshal?" The glare you throw Tannti's way is enough to keep him from mentioning you as well.

The armor you wore, however, was glaringly obvious. It was what kept drawing the Mandalorians attention to you. You didn't have a doubt in your mind that he would want to take it. But it was rightfully yours.

The Mandalorian continues to look at you as he questions Tannti, "Your Marshal wears Mandalorian armor?" He didn't sound too happy to learn this. Then again he wasn't exactly mad about it, just curious and maybe confused. It was hard to tell with the helmet masking his facial expression.

When another figure darkens the doorway to the cantina, you feel yourself relax.

Tannti looks over at the same time you do, stating, "Well, see for yourself."

As the Mandalorian turns to face Cobb you finally see the little green creature messing around with the spittoon pot by the doors. Ugh, what in the Maker is that?

The creature's round eyes peer at you over the lip of the spittoon and you feel a smile tug at the corner of your lips. It was kinda cute... In a weird way.

The creature coos and wobbles over to you making you glance nervously at the Mandalorian. Luckily he seems to be focused on Cobb. His stance relaxes a bit at the sight of someone that looks like him.

"What brings you here, stranger?" Cobb speaks up after the two men examine each other. He was excited to see a real Mandalorian up close. Funny how you could easily read Cobb with the helmet on, but not the Mandalorian.

"I've been searching for you for many parsecs." He utters in a notably softer tone than when speaking to Tannti.

Cobb being Cobb motions to himself with a flourish while humming, "Well, now you found me." He makes his way up to Taanti.

"Weequay, two snorts of spotchka." He hums, taking the offered bottle and two cups from Taanti before moving over to a table. "Why don't you join me for a drink?"

He makes his way past the Mandalorian to a table sitting down. As he goes to remove the helmet you notice how the Mandalorian stops in his tracks following Cobb. You click the last piece of your blaster back in place and see the Mandalorian go ridged.

Well, that wasn't a good sign.

You guess in Mandalorian culture someone who wasn't a Mandalorian shouldn't wear the armor. How much of a sin that was to them you didn't know. If you had to help Cobb fight a Mandalorian you would.

Small taloned fingers gripping your pants leg pull your attention off the stiff Mandalorian and down to the green creature.

Cobb continues on speaking as if he weren't in any danger, "I've never met a real Mandalorian." You can hear him chuckle as you focus on the creature. "Heard stories. I know you're good at killing. And probably none too happy to see me wearing this hardware. So… I figure only one of us walking out of here. But then I see the little guy… and I think, maybe I pegged you wrong."

"Who are you?" The Mandalorian stiffly questions Cobb. And you know that having the creature so close to you makes the Mandalorian even more uncomfortable if how he shifts is anything to go off of.

Cobb jovially introduces himself as the Marshal of Mos Pelgo while the Mandalorian looks between you two.

"Where did you get the armor?" He was so stiff you worry that one wrong move would make him shatter.

You catch the glance Cobb throws your way. You had already heard the story a million times. He bought it off some Jawas.

"Hand it over." At the low order you glance down at the little green creature.

You couldn't exactly blame the Mandalorian. If you traveled to many parsecs looking for more of your kind only to find a fake you'd be mad too. Especially since there were hardly any Mandalorians left in the galaxy. What little hope he had of speaking with someone of his Creed must have been dashed.

Even from your place hesitantly handing the creature a piece of Ahrisa bread from Cyar'ika you can hear Cobb straighten up.

"Look, pal, I'm sure you call the shots where you come from, but 'round here, I'm the one who tells folks what to do."

The Mandalorian steps closer to Cobb firmly stating, "Take it off." His hand hovers over the blaster at his side. "Or I will."

The creature by then has managed to crawl into your lap. How he managed to pull his tiny body up to you goes over your head. The little monster was oblivious to the danger, reaching for the rest of your bread. Him being literally in your hands puts you in a bad position, considering the creature belongs to the Mandalorian who was currently facing off against your friend. And his gaze was honed in on you, occasionally flicking back to Cobb.

"We gonna do this in front o' the kid?" Your idiot of a friend questions with a tilt of his head, pointing at the creature. A shiver rolls down your spine and the creature coos, tilting his head to peer up at you as if he can sense your unease.

"He's seen worse." The Mandalorian utters and you suddenly realize you were holding the hunter's kid.

Shit.

Cobb sighs, "Right here, then?"

"Right here." The Mandalorian stands his ground as Cobb slowly stands.

You knew Cobb was smarter than this. He might pick the wrong path to follow going after raiders or the Tuskens, but he wouldn't willingly put anyone except himself in danger. If anything you both had more monsters and trouble to worry about than a Mandalorian wanting armor returned to his people. Cobb had to come up with something quickly. Hopefully, the Mandalorian didn't have an itchy trigger finger.

Next Chapter -> tbd

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Star Wars Masterlist

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Luufi - Ewokese for flower.

Cyar'ika - Mando'a for sweetheart, beloved, or darling. In this case, your old lady is known as Sweetheart/Darling, depending on which one you like more. Even Beloved could work if you like that one better than the others.

Aikiyc beroya - Mando'a for desperate bounty hunter.

AN: I honestly don't know if I'm writing the Mando'a words right because there isn't really a lot in the Mando'a dictionary to begin with, but I believe I did well. The Mando'a translator helps.

[eve6rangers]

Track Meet, but not that kind

Pairing: Dustin Brooks / Bee (OC) / Hunter Bradley

Word Count: 1452

Summary: Bee and Dustin are down at the track when they meet to brothers, one of which catches their eye. 

Notes: Bee’s name is metioned once, so if you want to imagine its reader you can. This is all from Bee’s perspective. 

It’s a track day, like every other day. I came with Dustin and Kelly, who were timing Dustin’s lap times. I’m watching him make his way around the track, jumping the hills and such. He’s in the front of his group when two bikes I’ve never seen before come up behind him on one of the jumps. 

One rider is wearing dark blue equipment, and the other is wearing dark red, going too fast for me to make out their bike numbers. They’re giving Dustin a run for his money after they show up, never straying too far ahead or far back but staying neck-and-neck with him. That is until Red and Blue both make it in front of him on another hill. It’s a short distance to the finish line after that, both unknown riders crossing simultaneously, and Dustin on their tale. 

 Dustin pulls up off the track and up to Kelly and me at our spot by the Storm Chargers van. Kelly is grabbing him water when he rips off his helmet, looking in the direction of where the mystery riders have also pulled off the track. 

“Man, you ever seen those guys before?” Dustin says, a little out of breath. 

“Nope, but maybe they were going too fast to see” I joke, moving to sit in the back of the van, legs still hanging out the side. 

“They ride like factory pros, I would’ve remembered” Kelly hands him his water, then puts her hands in her back pockets, looking at the riders too.

“I’m just glad they don’t race 125s” Dustin sighed, still catching his breath. 

The two riders, Red and Blue I’ve decided to call them, pull off their helmets with Red shaking his head a little. Almostlike a dog. Blue has short, dark black hair and a darker complexion than his friend, Red, who is quite the opposite with shaggier, light blonde hair. 

“I don’t know, that red one’s kinda cute…” I trail off, moving to stand next to where Dustin is still on his bike. 

“Oh, you would say that” Dustin laughs, finally taking his eyes off the two, looking at me with a smile. 

“Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?” I gasp, laughing as well, hitting his shoulder with my hand. 

“It means you have a type. Moto boys.” Kelly’s also laughing now. 

“Oh whatever” I exclaimed.

“Hey, no one’s complaining!” Dustin says before adding, “Especially not me” and winking at me as he gets off his bike, handing me his water.

I roll my eyes but smile nonetheless. 

“I’m gonna go introduce myself, you comin’?” Dusting asks.

I nod, waving bye to Kelly.

Me and Dustin start walking making our way to Red and Blue, Dustin swinging his arm around my shoulder. 

“Hey there! How’s it going?” Dustin starts. 

“Hey,” I add, crossing my arms with Dustin’s water still in my hand. 

“Tracks a little soggy” Red says, swinging his leg over the bike while Blue gets off his and walks around to us. 

“Well, it didn’t seem to slow you guys down” Dustin compliments.

“Hey, I’m Blake”, the one in blue says, reaching up and giving Dustin a high five/grabbing his hand that’s not around my shoulder. He tries to do the same to me but I keep my arms crossed. I’m about to explain when Dustin speaks first. 

“Yeah man, don’t take it the wrong way, she’s weird about that kind of stuff” Dustin uses his arm over my shoulder to nudge me, making us sway a bit. 

Blake’s eyebrows raise, looking back and forth between Dustin and me, clearly noting that I’m unbothered by Dustin’s arm. Red is now fully facing us and leaning back against the side of his bike seat. 

“When you’re right, you’re right. It’s nice to meet you, though.” I shrug, “I’m Bee”

“Bee?” Red says in disbelief, looking at me like I’ve lost my head. 

“What can I say? My parents had a sense of humor” I chuckle, giving him a smile. Yeah, he’s cute. I watch as Red nods his head, a smirk coming to his lips. 

“Nice to meet you guys” Dustin smiles. 

“My brother Hunter” Blake nods his head as he gestures to Red, or Hunter. 

“Hey”, Hunter responds, nodding at us. 

I give him a nod in return. 

“Hey, what you me- you guys are brothers?” Dustin says quickly, his tone is a little questioning but not rude, just surprised. I still nudge his side for his bluntness. 

 “We're adopted,” Hunter answered, his tone and facial expression saying he’s used to that reaction. 

 “Oh, right. Oh, cool.” Dustin stammers for a second before quickly moving to change the subject, “Well, my name's Dustin. I haven't seen you guys out here before. Where's the home track“ 

“Uh- we come down from-“ Blake starts to answer before Hunter cuts him off.

“You wouldn't have heard of it,” Hunter says quickly, shaking his head and shutting down the question. Dustin’s ever-eternal smile drops a little, his arm on my shoulder tensing. 

My eyes squint a bit in response, giving Hunter a look up and down. Ok, maybe not cute then. 

“Easy bro.” Blake lightly reprimands, before easing the tension with, “And he wonders why we don't have any friends.”

It doesn’t work as well as it’s intended to, I can tell Dustin’s still a little uncomfortable and I am too. I uncross my arms and lift my left hand to grab his hand that’s at my left shoulder, interlocking our fingers and squeezing his hand. I let my arm dangle there, still holding each other. Dustin eases again.

“Hey, listen, man, you were pretty fast out there before,” Blake adds, still trying to make up for his brother’s brashness. 

Dustin doesn’t seem to believe him though. 

“Yeah right man, I must be giving up a couple seconds a lap to you guys-“ He’s barely finished his sentence when Hunter quips,

“You get too much air on your jumps. It slows you down.” 

Dustin seems taken aback by this statement.

Blake shrugs, making a face that says ‘well yeah’ before he says, “He's right. Dark and brooding, but right.” 

Dustin looks down at me, almost like he’s asking if I’m hearing or believing what they're saying.

“Well don’t look at me.” I say, giving a slight chuckle, “I was watching you, not your time.” 

Dustin rolls his eyes, “I don’t even know why I bring you here, honestly.” 

“Oh please, you bring me here to help you meet cute new friends” I smile before turning back to Hunter and Blake. I give a little gasp, acting shocked and adding, “Oh look! I found some” I wink at them, flashing a smile. Their eyebrows raise in response, Hunter huffing a bit of a laugh.

“That is not why I bring you here” Dustin declared, shaking his head, still looking at me. 

“No, but maybe it should be, just take a look” I tease, reaching my right hand up to move his face in the brother’s direction. Dustin laughs, completely detaching himself from me and swatting my hand away. He’s flustered because he knows he agrees, they are cute. 

“Alright, alright, enough” He puts his hand out in front of him, making space. 

The two brothers are laughing a bit, looking amused, before Blake says, “Listen, uh, what are you guys doing now? You want to follow us?“

 “Um, actually man, can we take a rain check? We gotta be somewhere.” Dustin sighed, seeming a little bummed. Ah yes, training is no joke. Shane will literally end us if we’re late. 

“Yeah, but totally next time” I agree, tossing Dustin his water. 

“Yeah. No worries.” Hunter stands up, bumping his fist against Dustin’s chest plate, winking at me and saying, “Next time.” Before walking away. 

“Yeah, cool. Next time.” Dustin and I turn to head back towards Kelly and the van. 

“Later,” Blake calls after us, our backs already to him. 

“Oh, he was so hitting on us,” I tell Dustin, hitting his bicep with the back of my hand before grabbing his hand. “Hunter” I clarify. 

“No way, man” Dustin laughs out, then seeming to think about it goes, “Wait, you really think so?” 

“Yes!” I say, enthused, giving his arm a jostle.

“I think he was hitting on you, not us” He chuckles, slightly shaking his head.

“He eyed you once or twice, I’m sure of it” I assured. 

“Whatever dude, let’s hurry up, I don’t need any more late-to-training punishments” Dustin replied, using our conjoined hands to pull me towards the van faster. 

“I’m only letting you change the subject because if you’re late, I’m late” I groaned, moving to keep up with him. 

[mcrdvcks]

Down Bad - Chapter 6

Chapter Summary: Cid sends the group to Serrano to collect Count Dooku's war chest, and of course the mission doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 9.0k+

Pairing: Hunter x fem!Jedi Original Character

Notes: and season 2 begins! i might have already written up to chapter 21 (thanks summer break), so the bad batch will get their happy ending. i'm not going to say anymore about that so i don't spoil anything, but next chapter will have me writing something in place of crosshair's episode and a few more episodes. enjoy!

also, there are a few words in Huttese, so i will put the translated words on the notes at the end.

Series Masterlist - Chapter 5 → Chapter 7

AO3 Link For Chapter

They started to run away from the swarm of Aggrocrabs as they cut a left turn and Echo briefly fell into the water with Hunter pulling him up. Wrecker came running behind them carrying the large crate as Amina followed behind him.

“Go, go, go, go, go, go!” Wrecker yelled. “Go, go, go! Go, go!” He continued, as the crabs continued to chase them.

“We went over the plan five times.” Echo chastised Wrecker, holding up his hand.

“I got the package, didn’t I?”

“Just keep moving.” Hunter added. He held his hand to his helmet, “Tech, we’ve got the cargo, but we could use some firepower.”

“Wrecker woke the pod, didn’t he?” Tech asked over comms. A crab came from their right side, almost colliding with Echo as Hunter quickly shot it.

“Yeah, and they’re not happy. We need a pickup.”

“Copy that. We’re on our way.” Omega replied.

They continued running as moments passed, “Tech, where are you?” Wrecker yelled through comms. More Aggrocrabs ran in front of them as the Marauder turned the corner, flying towards them.

Amina gasped, “is that…?”

Hunter raised his hand to his helmet, “why is Omega hanging off the ship?”

“It is an unscheduled study break.” Tech replied hastily.

Omega came back up onto the platform, shooting at the crabs from the ship with her energy bow as she unhooked the line from herself.

The line came down as Wrecker clipped the hook to the crate and Echo and Wrecker sat on the small surface with Hunter occupying the remaining space.

Amina force jumped, rolling onto the platform of the ship before the line reached the ramp. They walked in, as Omega continued to shoot, and Wrecker unhooked the crate from the line before they flew away.

Wrecker grunted, “I thought the beach was gonna be relaxing.” He set the crate down.

Hunter sat down in one of the chairs and took off his helmet, facing Omega, “appreciate the backup, but try staying inside the ship next time.”

“I’ll try.” She took off her head gear, “but it was still pretty fun.” She smiled, as Hunter gave a soft grin in return.

"Next time, just stick to the plan," Hunter teased lightly, his voice laced with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze still fixed on Omega. "We don't need any more surprises."

Omega grinned sheepishly, nodding in agreement as she settled into a nearby seat, her energy bow resting against her side. "Got it," she replied, her tone earnest as she glanced around at the rest of the squad. "I'll try to keep the unexpected stunts to a minimum."

Wrecker let out a hearty laugh, slapping Hunter on the back with enough force to make him stumble forward slightly. "Ah, come on, Hunter," he chortled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Where's the fun in sticking to the plan all the time?"

Echo rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of amusement in his expression as he adjusted his gear. "Fun doesn't usually involve getting chased by giant crabs," he retorted dryly, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

Amina couldn't help but chuckle at Echo's remark, her laughter echoing through the confines of the Marauder as she watched her squadmates banter back and forth. “Yeah, Wrecker, maybe next time be a bit more careful. I don’t want to get eaten by crabs.”

Wrecker grinned, his expression unrepentant as he shrugged his shoulders. "Ah, come on, General," he replied with a playful glint in his eye. "Where's the adventure in playing it safe?"

Echo rolled his eyes at Wrecker's antics, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he shook his head. "I think we've had more than enough adventure for one day," he remarked dryly, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

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They entered Cid’s parlor with Wrecker in front carrying the crate. AZI flew up in front of them, “greetings. It is I, AZI-345211- ”

“Yeah, yeah, we know.” Wrecker responded.

“You are all quite late. Mistress Cid has been extremely vocal about her displeasure.”

“Well, there’s a surprise.” Echo said sarcastically.

They entered Cid’s office, “well, well, well. The space lugs decided to finally show up.”

A woman sat in Cid’s chair, her legs propped up on the desk, “better late than dead, I always say.”

“And who are you?” Hunter asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The woman stood up from the desk, carrying her cup with her, “so, this is the top team you’ve been talking about? The rogue clones on the run from the Empire, huh? How juicy.”

Hunter looked over at Cid, “you told her?”

“Don’t get twitchy. Phee’s a friend. She’s the most trustworthy pirate I know.”

Amina frowned as Echo shared the same expression, “is that supposed to be comforting?” He asked.

“Aren’t clones supposed to look alike? So much for quality control. This one’s too big. This one’s too small. This one’s got a face tattoo.” She chuckled, “yeah, real subtle.” Phee looked over at Tech, “oh. Hey now. Got a name, brown eyes?”

Tech adjusted his goggles, “Tech. However, the phenotypic eye color for all clones is brown. Iris pigmentation was not affected by our mutat- ”

Phee cut him off, “well, as fascinating as this has been, I have places to be.” Phee finished her drink and held the cup over Cid’s claws and dropped it. She walked over to the door, “you, let’s see those muscles in action. Grab that and follow me.”

Wrecker glanced over at Hunter who gave a small nod, “uh, y-yes ma’am.” He picked up the crate as Phee addressed Cid.

“And, Cid, that intel is not free. I expect a cut if your ‘top team’ comes through.” Phee walked out the door with Wrecker following, carrying the crate.

Hunter turned back around to face Cid, “what is she talking about?”

“Your next mission. You lot are heading to the Outer Rim.” Cid tapped on the holo table.

“That is Castle Serenno, the former home of Count Dooku.” Anna shuddered at the name, and the memory of Anakin cutting off his head.

“Who’s that?” Omega asked.

“A Jedi who betrayed the Republic and led the Separatists in a war.” Echo answered.

“With him being dead, Dooku’s entire war chest is up for grabs. The Empire has already started pillaging his palace, but there is still time to strike before it’s all gone.”

Hunter thought about if for a moment before shaking his head, “too much of a risk. You want that war chest? You go after it.” He turned around and walked out of the room. Amina tilted her head and followed him out as he glanced behind him, “are you going to try and convince me?”

She shook her head no and chuckled, “nope. I fought Dooku multiple times you know? Have a few scars to prove it.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued as he glanced over at Amina. "Really?" he asked, his tone laced with genuine interest. "I didn't know that."

Amina nodded, her gaze drifting to the floor as she recalled her encounters with him, particularly his last moments. She shook her head, “I fought along with Obi-Wan and Anakin a lot throughout the war, so fighting Dooku was just a small part of it.”

"That must have been quite an experience," Hunter remarked, his voice filled with genuine interest as he studied Amina's expression. "To fight alongside Jedi like Obi-Wan and Anakin, it's... impressive."

Amina shrugged nonchalantly, though there was a hint of pride in her demeanor as she glanced up at Hunter. "Well, you fought with Anakin when you rescued Echo from Skako Minor.”

Hunter nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he recalled their encounter on Skako Minor. "Yeah, we did," he agreed, his voice tinged with nostalgia as he thought back to the daring rescue mission.

"Anakin was... something else." Amina chuckled softly, a fondness evident in her gaze as she remembered her brother's fearless determination. "He always did have a knack for getting himself into trouble."

Hunter chuckled at her words, a warmth spreading through his chest at the shared memory. "That's one thing we definitely have in common," he admitted, his tone lighthearted as he leaned against the wall of the Cid’s parlor. "Always finding ourselves in the thick of it."

Amina grinned as she felt cold overtaking her as her smile dropped. Hunter leaned forward, “is… Vader back again?”

She gritted her teeth, crossing her arms over her chest and ignoring her brother’s presence beside her. While Hunter, or any of the squad, doesn’t know who Vader is, they’ve occasionally seen her glaring at a seemingly empty corner of the ship or mumbling curses under her breath.

As Amina gritted her teeth and crossed her arms, Hunter could sense the tension radiating from her. He leaned forward, his expression filled with concern as he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Amina, what's wrong?" he asked softly, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Amina shook her head, her gaze flickering to the empty corner of the room where she felt the presence of her brother, Vader. She swallowed hard, her jaw clenched as she struggled to find the words to convey the turmoil brewing inside her. “Yeah, he’s back, the kung.”

Hunter frowned, “what?”

“Sorry, Huttese. It slipped.” She looked out of the corner of her eye to see Vader standing beside her, arms crossed like hers as he seemingly glared at Hunter.

“A clone, sister?” Vader asked, slowly.

“Yeah.” She murmured, “don’t you have innocent people to terrorize?”

Vader's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable as he regarded his sister. "You've grown bold, sister," he remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. "But I see you still possess that Skywalker wit."

Amina clenched her jaw, her hands balling into fists at her sides as she resisted the urge to lash out at her brother. Despite the passage of time, the sight of him still filled her with a mix of fear and anger, memories of their tumultuous past swirling in her mind like a violent storm.

“Not long ago, you did too.” She glared at him through the lenses of his mask, “I’m done talking to you.” She said, grabbing Hunter’s hand and walking further down the hall, hoping Anakin wouldn’t follow her.

Amina quickened her pace, her steps purposeful as she led Hunter away from the lingering presence of her brother. She knew she needed to put some distance between them, to clear her mind and regain her composure before facing Anakin again.

"Are you okay?" Hunter asked softly, his voice filled with concern as he matched Amina's brisk stride. He could sense the turmoil swirling inside her, the weight of her past bearing down on her shoulders like a heavy burden.

Amina nodded, her jaw clenched with determination as she fought to keep her emotions in check. "I'm fine," she replied tersely, her voice edged with frustration. "I just need some space." She stopped walking and turned to face him, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped. It’s just… every time I see him, he aggravates me, which is exactly what he wants.”

She let go of his hand and slid down the wall, “I probably look crazy talking to someone that no one else can see.” Hunter sat down on the floor next to her.

"You don't look crazy," Hunter reassured her softly, his voice gentle as he reached out a hand to gently brush a lock of hair away from her face. "And you're not alone. We all have our ghosts."

Amina sighed heavily, leaning her head back against the wall as she stared up at the ceiling, her mind swirling with memories of her past. "I know," she murmured, her voice tinged with frustration. "But it's like every time I see him, he just... gets under my skin."

Hunter nodded sympathetically, his gaze softening as he studied Amina's troubled expression. "I get it," he admitted quietly, his tone laced with empathy. "But you can't let him win. You're stronger than that."

Amina glanced over at Hunter, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips at his words of encouragement. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice filled with gratitude. "I needed to hear that."

Hunter offered her a reassuring smile, his gaze unwavering as he reached out to gently squeeze her hand. "Anytime," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm here for you, Amina. Whatever you need." He placed their intertwined hands on his thigh, “and maybe you do look a little crazy.”

Amina let out a snort, “I knew it.”

Hunter chuckled softly, the sound warm and reassuring as he glanced at Amina with a playful glint in his eyes. "Hey, it's not necessarily a bad thing," he teased lightly, his tone lighthearted as he squeezed her hand gently. "We're all a little crazy in our own way."

Amina rolled her eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she shook her head in mock exasperation. "Speak for yourself," she replied with a playful grin, her voice filled with amusement. "I'm perfectly sane."

“Some of your skills don’t make you seem sane. You fly like you’ve got nothing to lose.”

"That's harsh," Amina playfully replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes, her gaze meeting Hunter's with a playful challenge. "I'm a very talented pilot, Sarge. One of the best."

Hunter couldn't help but chuckle at Amina's retort, a warm smile spreading across his lips as he shook his head in amusement. "I'll give you that," he admitted, his tone lighthearted as he glanced over at her. "You definitely know your way around a cockpit."

Amina grinned, her expression filled with satisfaction at Hunter's admission. "See? I told you," she replied smugly, her voice tinged with amusement as she leaned closer to him. "You should have more faith in my flying skills."

Hunter raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on Amina's face as he felt a warmth spreading through his chest at her playful demeanor. "I never said I doubted you," he protested lightly, his tone teasing as he met Amina's playful gaze. "I just think you tend to take a few more risks than necessary."

"What can I say? I like to live on the edge," she replied cheekily, her voice filled with amusement as she flashed him a playful grin. "Keeps things interesting."

Hunter shook his head in mock exasperation, though there was a hint of affection in his expression as he regarded Amina. "That's one way to put it," he remarked dryly, his tone laced with amusement. "But maybe try dialing it back a notch next time. We don't need any unnecessary risks."

Amina rolled her eyes playfully, though there was a warmth in her gaze as she met Hunter's eyes. "You worry too much," she teased lightly, her voice soft as she gently squeezed his hand. "But don't worry, I'll try to keep the crazy stunts to a minimum."

Hunter smiled, a warmth spreading through his chest at Amina's reassurance. "I'd appreciate that," he replied sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude as he returned her squeeze. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Amina."

Amina's smile softened, her gaze meeting Hunter's with a warmth that mirrored his own. "You don't have to worry about that," she murmured softly, her voice tinged with affection as she leaned closer to him. "I'm not going anywhere."

Omega walked down the hallway, jogging towards them, “I was looking for you guys.” She said stepping in front of them breaking whatever spell they were under, “Tech wanted you to help me with my homework, Hunter.”

Hunter sighed before nodding and standing up, “alright, come on.” Omega smiled and walked into the main part of the parlor, sitting down at the bar stools as Hunter held a hand out for Amina.

Amina reached out and took Hunter's hand, allowing him to help her to her feet as they made their way into the main part of Cid's parlor. Omega was already seated at the bar stools, a datapad already in her hand.

Tech looked up from his own datapad as Hunter and Amina approached, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he adjusted his goggles. "Ah, there you are," he greeted them, his voice tinged with amusement. "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost."

Amina chuckled softly as she settled onto one of the bar stools beside Omega, glancing over at the datapad with a curious expression before walking behind the bar to pour each of them a glass of water.

Hunter sat down next to Omega as they went over the kinds of Imperial ships. “What class of shuttle? Lambda or Delta?”

“Lambda-class.”

“Very good.”

“I’m in too.” Wrecker quietly said.

“Good. Then we’re all in agreement. Now, all we gotta do is convince dark and broody.” Cid said, as Hunter walked over.

“Convince me about what?”

“Uh, well, we took a vote, and we wanna go after the war chest.” Wrecker said, a hint of guilt in his voice.

“It’s unanimous. Even killjoy over here agreed.” Cid gestured to Echo.

“Serenno is Imperial occupied. We’ve stayed off the Empire’s radar since Kamino. Why chance it now?” Hunter asked.

“Because the contents of just one of those containers would be worth more than all the jobs you pulled for me combined. You can buy your freedom.”

“We’re already free.”

“It’s cute you think that. Clearly, you’re not paying attention to what’s happening out there, but I am. It’s only a matter of time before the Empire comes here. And then my little operation is over, which means no more jobs for you.”

“She does have a valid point.” Tech said.

“You wanna really be free? Then pull off this heist, and you’ll have the means to disappear. No more risky missions. No more living hand to mouth. You can have a future. Isn’t that what you’re after?”

Hunter glanced over at Omega and Amina, as Omega tapped on her datapad and Amina questioned her to see how she was learning.

---

The ship exited hyperspace as they descended upon Serrano. Tech landed the Marauder in a remote area in a clearing in the forest.

Echo exited first, with Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Omega, and Amina following.

“So, where is this palace?” Wrecker asked, looking over at Tech who was looking down at his datapad.

“The city is on the opposite side of this mountain range.” Tech announced, as Echo and Wrecker followed. Amina stood behind Omega who stood on the stairs.

“Are you coming?” Hunter asked Omega. She made her way down the stairs as Amina walked behind her and Hunter put on his helmet, catching up to Tech and the others.

They walked up the side of the mountain, looking down at it from up high. “That’s the city? What happened to it?” Omega asked.

“Imperial orbital bombardment. Same as on Kamino.” Echo answered, looking at Tech and Wrecker before turning around and continuing to walk.

The group made it to a small clearing above the Imperial site as Tech pulled out his binoculars. “It appears that they are beginning to transport the war chest off-world. Our window of opportunity is quickly closing.”

Tech passed the binoculars to Echo, “there’s over 40 troopers down there.”

Wrecker hit his fists together, “that’s nothing.”

“Stealth, Wrecker. Remember?” Omega reminded Wrecker, looking up at him.

Two small ships flew up behind the larger ship carrying the crates, as they flew up into the sky. “Imperial escort ships. The standard protocol for when high-level cargo is being transported.” Tech said.

“Get to the nearest container and grab whatever you can. I’ll be the eyes on the ground. If things go sideways, I’ll divert their forces and buy you some time.” Hunter said, walking down one side of the mountain as the rest of them walked down the other side.

They stopped behind a tree as they watched a trooper walk by in front of them, pushing a hovercart.

“In position. And the second transport’s launching.” Echo said through comms.

“We’ve got roving patrols. Stay alert.” Hunter replied through comms.

“Let’s go.” Echo looked back at them as they ran to the transport shuttle. They hid behind a container, waiting for troopers to pass before running onto the shuttle.

Wrecker stood by the door, keeping watch as a trooper walked by and Wrecker stun blasted him, dragging him up onto the shuttle. “What? I did it quietly.” Wrecker responded to Tech’s look at him.

“They will definitely notice when he does not report in.”

“Well, let’s be gone by then.” Echo added in.

“I’ll keep watch. Start loading up.” Wrecker said, as Tech, Echo, Omega, and Amina looked at the crates on the shuttle.

“Whoa. So, this is what a war chest looks like.” Omega said, a hint of curiosity and excitement in her voice.

“This is only a fraction of it, but that is all we need. The priority is items of high value.” Tech responded.

“Like what?”

“Anything shiny or heavy is a start.” Echo said.

Tech opened a crate of gold as Omega opened a crate filled with credits. “Echo…”

“I’d say that qualifies as high value.”

Omega lifted up a jewel, as Tech walked over. “How could all of this belong to one person?”

“It is safe to assume that the majority of Dooku’s fortune came from the many worlds he controlled and exploited. All in the name of his war effort.” Tech answered.

“That’s what corrupt people do.” Echo added.

“Well, that’s an understatement,” Amina also added. She walked over to one of the crates, and opened it, finding more credits before lifting her head up and looking around.

“But isn’t that what we’re doing?” Omega asked.

“Depends on how we use it.” Echo answered.

“CT-8801, come in.”

Echo walked over to the stunned clone upon hearing the comm coming from the trooper’s helmet. “Hunter, I think we’re about to have some company.”

“Are you clear?” Hunter spoke through comms.

“Negative. We could use that diversion about now.”

“On it.”

Amina walked over to the front of the transport shuttle, on the other side of Wrecker. “I’m heading your way. Be ready.” Hunter said.

“Let’s speed this up. Wrecker, that one goes first.” Echo ordered, as Wrecker walked over to the crate and lifted it, putting it on his shoulder before walking off the shuttle.

Amina grabbed a smaller crate and stepped down and out of the shuttle, dragging it with her to the clearing where Wrecker and Hunter were.

“Where are the others?” Hunter asked.

“Still in the container.” Wrecker answered.

The engines of the transport shuttle turned on, “Tech, the ship’s taking off. Get out of there.” Hunter spoke.

“Hunter, we’re trapped in the container. We can’t get out.” Omega spoke quickly through the comms.

“On our way.”

“Uh, Boss? I think they know something’s up.” Wrecker said, looking at troopers standing in front of the trees.

Hunter huffed, holding up his blaster, “we’re done hiding anyway.” Hunter ran out, stun blasting the few troopers in front of them, with Wrecker and Amina following.

They walked by the shuttle as it slowly lifted off the ground as they shot at the incoming troopers. Hunter quickly climbed onto the ladder on the side with Amina then Wrecker following suit.

“Ha ha! Come and get me!” Wrecker exclaimed, still blasting the troopers.

The troopers shot at the side of the ship, close to the ladder as one blast hit by Hunter’s hand, causing him to fall as he grabbed onto the bottom of the ladder.

“Oh, I’m starting to regret this.” Wrecker said, looking down.

“We have to jump.” Amina said.

“Jump where?” Wrecker asked loudly.

The ship hovered over Castle Serrano, “jump!” Hunter exclaimed, as the three of them fell onto the top of the castle, sliding down the side.

Hunter used his knife to slowly stop his fall, now standing on a small circular ledge. Amina landed beside him as Wrecker continued to slide down, “this isn’t any better!” He grabbed onto the end of the ledge as Hunter pulled him up.

Hunter sheathed his knife as they watched the large transport shuttle with Echo, Tech, and Omega continue to fly away.

“Hunter, where are you?” Omega asked through comms.

“Sorry, kid. We got a little sidetracked. You need to get off that ship before it jumps to hyperspace.”

“If we gain access to the ship’s main hold, we could commandeer an escape pod.” Tech said.

“Do it. We’ll get to the Marauder and recover you.”

Wrecker grunted, “it’s gonna take a while.”

Amina and Hunter looked in the direction Wrecker was as a squad of troopers started to shoot at them from below.

“Quick! Inside.” Hunter yelled as they entered the castle from a side entrance. The three of them quietly made their way into Dooku’s office.

“This place gives me the creeps.” Wrecker said, looking at the large broken stained window. The door opened as Hunter immediately started to stun blast the troopers.

They jumped behind Dooku’s desk to find cover from the small group of troopers. More troopers started to show up at the front door, as they continued their blasting.

“Any idea how we’re getting out of here?” Wrecker asked, as they ducked behind the desk.

Hunter looked around as Amina and Wrecker continued to shoot at the troopers. “We’re not going out. We’re going down. There’s a lift below us. Cover me.”

He tapped on the electronic part of the desk as Amina and Wrecker continued their blasting. The two side doors opened, with more troopers showing up.

“What is taking you so long?” Wrecker yelled.

“I’m trying. Tech usually does this.” Hunter answered, using one hand to shoot at the troopers on his left.

The lift started to slowly go down until one of the trooper’s blaster shots hit the desk. “It’s jammed.” Hunter said.

“Well, I can fix that.” Wrecker confidently said. He threw a smoke grenade over the desk as he started to jump on the lift.

“Wait! Don’t! No!” Hunter yelled, as they all fell down the lift’s shaft.

As they plummeted down the lift shaft, Hunter, Amina, and Wrecker braced themselves for impact. The darkness enveloped them, broken only by the faint emergency lighting of the lift shaft. Wrecker let out a loud grunt as they hit the bottom with a thud. Amina, luckily, was able to use the force to break her landing.

"Ow," Wrecker groaned, rubbing his neck.

"Everyone okay?" Hunter asked, checking on Amina and Wrecker.

“Yep.” Amina said, standing up from her crouching position. She reached out a hand to Hunter as he grabbed it and she pulled him up. “Are you okay? You landed on your shoulder pretty roughly.”

As Hunter stood up from his rough landing, he winced, feeling a twinge in his shoulder. "I'll manage," he grunted, trying to shake off the discomfort. Amina's concern was evident in her eyes as she looked at him. Despite the urgency of their situation, she couldn't help but worry about his well-being.

"We need to keep moving," Hunter said, pushing through the pain in his shoulder. He glanced around the dimly lit corridor, searching for any signs of their next move.

Amina slowly nodded, “there may be a way to get to the lower part of the castle.”

Hunter's brow furrowed slightly as he considered her words. "How?" he asked, his gaze flickering between Amina and their surroundings. The dim emergency lighting cast long shadows across the corridor, lending an air of tension to their predicament.

Amina glanced around, her eyes scanning the walls for any sign of access points. "There has to be multiple elevators here," she explained, her tone resolute. "If Dooku was rich, he surely wouldn’t walk up and down stairs all the time.”

Hunter nodded, acknowledging Amina's reasoning. "Good point. Let's keep an eye out for any elevators or access points," he said, his voice firm yet calm as he took the lead, his blaster at the ready.

Amina followed closely behind, her senses heightened as she scanned the corridor for any signs of danger. They found a small elevator, as they descended the floors. Wrecker walked out first, followed by Hunter as they checked around the room.

Hunter tapped on the controls by the lift as the wall opened up, revealing that they were still high up, and troopers surrounded the castle.

“The regs have all the entry points to the castle surrounded.” Wrecker said.

“Not all of them. Our way out is down.” Hunter pointed out of the building.

Hunter placed a hook on the floor as Wrecker groaned, “I knew you were gonna say that.”

Hunter threw the end of the line out, “we use the city ruins for cover and trek back to the Marauder.” Wrecker started to slowly climb down as Hunter turned on his comm. “Tech, did you reach the escape pods yet?”

“Not exactly. We are using an alternate mode of transport. My calculations have us crashing towards the upper forest region of the planet.”

“Crashing?” Hunter exclaimed.

Amina’s eyes widened as Hunter shook his head, letting out a heavy sigh. “Alright, let’s get going.” Hunter grabbed the line and started to climb down as Amina stood on the ledge looking down. “Are you coming?”

Amina shrugged in response, “yes. But I’m not climbing. I’ll jump.”

Hunter took a glance down and back up at Amina, “that’s got to be a few kilometers from here to the bottom.”

“So?”

“You’re going to get yourself killed by jumping. It’s suicide.”

Amina kneeled down and flicked the spot on Hunter’s helmet where his nose was, “it’s called force jumping, wermo. I’ve jumped out of ships in the sky before, this is a piece of cake.”

They heard Wrecker’s mumbled curses and dislike of heights coming from slightly below as Hunter held onto the line.

Amina raised her hands, “plus I’m not wearing gloves. I don’t want to get rope burn. And jumping is fun. And- ”

"Yeah, I got it. Just be careful," Hunter said with a mixture of concern and exasperation in his voice. Amina offered him a playful grin before taking a step back from the ledge, preparing herself for the jump.

With a graceful leap, Amina propelled herself into the air, her body twisting and turning as she descended towards the ground below.

As Amina neared the ground, she extended her arms and legs, her movements fluid and controlled. With a soft thud, she landed gracefully on the forest floor, her landing barely making a sound as she rolled to absorb the impact.

Hunter let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as he watched Amina dust herself off and glance back up at him with a triumphant grin. "See? Piece of cake," she called up to him.

Hunter shook his head in amazement before turning his attention back to the task at hand. He tightened his grip on the line and began to descend slowly, his muscles tensed with the effort as he carefully made his way down the side of the castle.

Below, Wrecker waited impatiently, his grumbling audible even from the distance. As Hunter reached the ground, he released the line and landed with a solid thud beside Amina and Wrecker.

Wrecker glanced over at him with a smirk. "Took you long enough, Boss."

Hunter rolled his eyes before turning his attention to their surroundings. They were surrounded by dense forest, the towering trees casting long shadows in the fading light of the day.

"We need to move quickly," Hunter said, his voice low and urgent. "The longer we stay here, the greater the chance of being spotted by the Empire." He held his fingers on the side of his helmet, “Tech. Report.”

“We are alive. But where we are, I am not fully certain.” Tech spoke.

“The Empire’s gonna come looking for their containers, and for us.” Echo also said through comms.

“Get out of sight and lay low. Once we get to the Marauder, we’ll come for you.”

“Roger that.” Tech said.

Amina, Hunter, and Wrecker made their way to the outskirts of the city, moving through hilly terrain when shuttles started to fly over them.

“Get down.” Hunter ordered quietly, as they bent down and leaned against the hills made of metal trash.

They crawled to the side of the small hill as two shuttles landed in front of them. “They’re setting up a perimeter.” Wrecker scoffed, “like that’ll stop us.”

“They know our forces are split. They’ll monitor comm channels.” Hunter raised his hand and pressed against the side of his helmet, “Havoc-2. The fourth sun is setting. Plan Double Zero.”

“Copy that.” Tech responded.

---

They made their way up a hill, where the three of them lay down, looking down at the troopers below with a pair of binoculars.

Hunter sighed, taking the binoculars away from his helmeted eyes, “we’re gonna need to break through their ranks. How many explosives do you have?”

“Nothing that’ll do any damage. Just a couple of smoke bombs.” Wrecker replied.

“Ten o’clock.” Hunter said, as Amina and Wrecker’s gaze followed his.

“Separatist tanks?” Amina whispered.

“Oh, now you’re talking.” Wrecker said, a hint of glee in his voice.

They made their way down the hill as Wrecker pulled out a droid from the tank, “thanks for the ride.”

Hunter got into his tank and pressed all the buttons as Amina stuck her head in from the top, her ponytail flipping over her head. He looked up at her and shook his head as Amina sighed.

“No good.” Wrecker called out from his tank, “how about yours?”

“This one’s down too.” Hunter said, as he hopped out of the tank and onto the ground. He made a gesture with his hands for Amina to jump down from the top as she slid down the side, Hunter’s arms at the ready in case she fell.

They walked around the small junkyard, looking for anything to help. Wrecker pointed his flashlight at a tank, with its interior exposed. “There! That one!”

Hunter placed his arm on the tank, “forget it, Wrecker. That tank’s not going anywhere.”

Suddenly, blaster shots fired in their direction, causing the three of them to duck and take cover behind the tank Wrecker had previously been looking at.

“Don’t need it to. Grab the battery pack.” Wrecker said.

“For what?” Amina responded.

“Leave it to me.” Wrecker said, as he climbed to the top of the tank and began firing stun shots at the troopers.

Hunter ducked and grabbed a smoke grenade before throwing it onto the ground. Amina reached down in front of Hunter and grabbed the battery, as Wrecker began to tug on the cannon. “Come to… Wrecker!”

Amina tossed the battery to Wrecker as she helped Hunter with firing blaster shots. The sound of a ship approaching sounded out, a V-Wing flying above for air support.

“Pick up the pace.” Hunter ordered.

Wrecker watched as the battery powered up the cannon, “and we’re in business!” He stood up and aimed it in the direction of the approaching ship, before firing it blasting off one of the wings, which sent the V-Wing crashing behind them.

Wrecker let out a laugh, “boom! I make a pretty good tank!”

Amina raised an eyebrow at Wrecker patting the makeshift tank, “well, I can’t argue with that.”

Wrecker moved from their position and into the fading smoke, holding up the tank and sent multiple shots at the troopers in front of them, as Hunter and Amina continued to fire stun blasts as they moved forward.

They ran closer to the Marauder, taking cover behind rocks as the troopers continued to shoot. “The Marauder is just over that ridge.”

“You said that about the last one.” Wrecker complained to Hunter.

“This time I mean it.”

Wrecker groaned, before he jumped out from his spot and shot the cliff in front of the troopers, causing a small rockslide behind them, blocking the troopers from reaching them.

Finally, the Marauder came into view as Wrecker let out a few more shots from his tank, hitting the trees as Amina got onboard the ship first, settling into the pilot’s seat.

She powered on the ship as Hunter got into the co-pilot’s seat. Wrecker got on last, looking around the cockpit, “this old bird never looked so good.”

“We’re in position.” Amina said through comms.

Hunter took off his helmet, setting it to the side, “Tech, send your coordinates.”

“Transmitting.” Tech replied.

“Coordinates received. We’re heading your way.” Hunter responded, as Amina started to take off.

“We got company.” Amina said, looking over at Wrecker. She rotated the ship in a circle before pulling the ship straight up in the air. “I count three!” She yelled back at Wrecker, who was now in the gun turret.

Wrecker shot down two ships, and once they made their way to the cliffside where Echo, Omega, and Tech was, Wrecker shot down the last one, causing it to fly into the side of the mountain.

Amina flew to the side of the cliff as Wrecker opened the door and gestured for them to come onboard. Once Tech came onboard, the doors closed, and Amina flew the ship away.

She flew the ship into hyperspace as Echo walked back to Omega. Amina walked into the hallway, where Tech sat rubbing his thigh.

“What happened?” Amina asked.

“When we landed on the surface, a container fell onto my femur and fractured it. And considering the actions of the rest of the day, it has exacerbated the injury.”

Amina raised an eyebrow before grabbing the med kit. “I’ll handle it.”

“Are you sure you can properly tend to the injury?” Tech asked, as Amina took off his armor on his thigh.

She grabbed a few things, including a splint and some bandages, “I’m not dumb you know. I may make jokes, but it doesn’t mean I’m incapable.”

Tech adjusted his goggles, “I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“I know you didn’t. That’s why I’m not insulted.”

As Amina finished applying the splint and bandages, she stepped back to inspect her handiwork. Satisfied with the results, she offered Tech a reassuring smile. "There you go, all patched up," she said, her voice calm and reassuring.

Tech nodded appreciatively, his expression softening slightly. "Thank you, Amina. I must admit, I underestimated your abilities," he admitted, adjusting his goggles.

Amina chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eyes. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to people underestimating me," she said, her tone light-hearted.

Tech smiled wryly, recognizing the truth in her words. Despite her youth and seemingly carefree demeanor, Amina possessed a quiet strength and resilience that belied her appearance.

“Now, go get some rest.” Amina said, gesturing to his bunk. “And maybe not on the top ones? I’m sure Echo or Wrecker wouldn’t mind climbing to the top just for tonight.”

Tech nodded in agreement, appreciative of Amina's concern. "I'll take you up on that suggestion," he replied, rising from his seat and making his way towards the bunks.

As Tech disappeared into the sleeping quarters, Amina let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the day's events settling upon her shoulders. Despite the successful mission, the constant danger and uncertainty of their situation weighed heavily on her mind.

She went into the refresher and took a quick shower, before she made her way into the cockpit, the blue and white lights of hyperspace lighting up the room. Hunter sat in the co-pilot’s chair, keeping watch while everyone else slept.

She carried in one of the med packs and set it on the pilot’s chair, opening the kit.

“What are you doing?” Hunter asked, as he turned his chair to the side to face Amina.

“When we fell in Dooku’s castle, you fell on your arm. I’m assuming it’s not broken, but maybe bruised. I’m going to check it over and put some ointment on it.”

“It’ll be fine.” He replied, as Amina turned around.

Amina turned back to face Hunter, her expression firm as she held up the tube of ointment. "Take off your armor," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I think you only need to remove your shoulder pads, but you also have a compression shirt on, so you might need to take that off too."

Hunter hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Amina and the tube of ointment in her hand. "Ami-" he began, but Amina cut him off with a pointed look.

"I can't hear you unless the words coming out your mouth are 'yes, ma'am'," she retorted, a playful glint in her eyes as she held Hunter's gaze.

Hunter chuckled softly, shaking his head in resignation as he reached up to unfasten his shoulder pads. "Yes, ma'am," he replied with mock deference, though there was a warmth in his voice as he met Amina's gaze.

Amina grinned in satisfaction, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she watched Hunter comply with her instructions. As he removed his armor and peeled off his compression shirt, she couldn't help but admire the strength and grace of his movements, the muscles of his arms and chest rippling beneath his skin.

Once Hunter had removed his armor, he turned to face Amina, his expression open and vulnerable as he met her gaze. "Alright, what's next?" he asked, his voice gentle as he held out his arm for her inspection.

Amina stepped forward, her movements confident as she moved to stand in between Hunter’s legs. She reached out and gently took hold of his injured arm, her touch light but firm as she began to assess the damage.

“Does it hurt?” she asked, her voice soft with concern as she carefully probed the area around his shoulder. Hunter winced slightly but shook his head.

“Not too bad,” he replied, his voice steady despite the discomfort. “Just feels a bit sore.”

Amina nodded, her brow furrowing in concentration as she examined the bruising on his skin. She squeezed a small amount of ointment onto her fingers and began to gently massage it into the affected area, her touch gentle but purposeful.

Hunter leaned back in his chair, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the sensation of Amina’s skilled hands working to ease his pain. He couldn’t help but marvel at her expertise, her confidence evident in every movement she made.

“You’re good at this,” he remarked, his voice filled with admiration as he glanced up at Amina. She looked down at him, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“I’ve had plenty of practice,” she replied modestly. The ointment was rubbed in completely as her hand went up from his shoulder to the side of his neck. “Your tense. When’s the last time you had a massage?” she playfully asked.

Amina grinned mischievously as she felt the tension in Hunter's muscles beneath her fingertips. She had always been intuitive when it came to reading people, and right now, she could sense the stress radiating from him like a palpable aura.

"Hmm, let me think," Hunter replied with a wry smile, his voice tinged with amusement as he tilted his head slightly to the side, pretending to ponder her question. "I believe the last time I had a massage was... never."

"Hmm, never, huh?" Amina echoed, a playful glint in her eyes as she continued to massage Hunter's tense muscles. She could feel the knots melting away beneath her touch, and she couldn't help but marvel at the contrast between his tough exterior and the vulnerability he displayed in this moment. One of his arms slowly moved to the small of her back, pulling her in further.

Hunter's touch sent shivers down Amina's spine as she leaned into him, her fingers working deftly over his skin as she continued to knead away the tension in his muscles. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her neck, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in her ears.

"Feels good," Hunter murmured, his voice low and husky as he relaxed into her touch. Amina's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice, a rush of emotion flooding through her as she reveled in this moment of closeness.

"Yeah?" Amina replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she continued to work her magic on Hunter's tense muscles. She could feel the tension melting away beneath her fingertips, replaced by a sense of calm and contentment that she hadn't felt in a long time.

Hunter let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, his body relaxing against hers as he surrendered to the sensation of Amina's touch. In that moment, there was no war, no Empire, no danger lurking just beyond the stars.

Hunter chuckled softly, his gaze meeting Amina's with a warmth that mirrored her own. "I guess I've been missing out," he admitted, his voice filled with amusement as he relaxed further into the chair, allowing Amina to work her magic on his tired muscles.

Amina grinned, her movements becoming more confident as she applied a bit more pressure to the particularly stubborn knots in Hunter's shoulders. "Well, consider this your lucky day," she teased lightly, her voice soft but filled with playful energy. "You're experiencing the wonders of a Skywalker-style massage."

Hunter raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued as he watched Amina work. "Skywalker-style, huh?" he mused, his tone laced with amusement. "Should I be worried?"

Amina chuckled softly, “nope. Although, you may be disappointed because it’s only trademarked by me and not my brother.”

Hunter let out a low chuckle, the tension in his shoulders slowly dissipating under Amina's skilled touch. "I'll take what I can get," he replied with a grin, his voice filled with amusement as he leaned back in the chair, allowing himself to relax fully into Amina's ministrations.

A comfortable silence settled between them as Amina continued to work, her movements fluid and confident as she focused on easing the knots in Hunter's muscles. The gentle hum of the ship's engines provided a soothing backdrop to their quiet conversation, the rhythmic sound lulling them both into a state of calm.

He looked at her face, the soft curve of her lips, the small freckle she had on her jaw, and how a few pieces of her dyed black hair fell out of her ponytail, framing her face.

Lost in his thoughts, Hunter didn't notice the way Amina's gaze flickered down to meet his own. She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest as she caught the intensity of his gaze, a warmth spreading through her veins at the sight of him.

"Is everything alright?" Amina asked softly, her voice breaking through the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

Hunter blinked, snapping out of his reverie as he met Amina's gaze with a sheepish smile. "Yeah, sorry," he replied, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "I just got lost in thought for a moment there."

Amina chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eyes as she tilted her head to the side. "Must have been some thought," she teased lightly, her voice filled with gentle amusement.

Hunter shrugged, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he shifted slightly in his seat. "Just admiring the view," he admitted with a shy smile, his gaze flickering back to Amina's face.

Amina felt her cheeks warm at Hunter's words, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips as she met his gaze. "Well, I hope it's not too disappointing," she replied with a playful wink, her voice light with humor.

Hunter chuckled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing as he relaxed further into the chair. "Not at all," he assured her sincerely, his gaze never wavering from hers. "In fact, I'd say it's quite the opposite."

Amina's smile widened at Hunter's words, a warmth spreading through her chest at the sincerity in his tone. "Well, I have been told I’m pretty captivating. And sometimes annoying, but you can take your pick," she quipped, her playful demeanor inviting Hunter to banter with her.

Hunter chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze never wavering from Amina's face. "Oh, I'll definitely take captivating over annoying any day," he replied with a grin, his voice filled with genuine warmth as he met Amina's playful gaze.

Amina laughed, the sound light and musical as she shook her head in mock indignation. "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence," she teased, her tone playful as she reached up to tousle Hunter's hair affectionately.

Hunter smirked, his eyes dancing with mischief as he leaned into Amina's touch, relishing the feel of her fingers running through his hair. "Anytime," he replied cheekily, his voice filled with playful energy as he met Amina's gaze with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

A comfortable silence settled between them, the air crackling with an unspoken tension as they both savored the moment. Amina's heart raced in her chest as she met Hunter's gaze, her pulse quickening at the intensity she saw reflected in his eyes.

Hunter's breath caught in his throat as he gazed at Amina, his heart pounding in his chest as he drank in the sight of her.

But just as quickly as it had begun, the moment was shattered by the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Amina and Hunter both turned to see Echo standing in the doorway of the cockpit, a curious expression on his face as he took in the scene before him.

"Am I interrupting something?" Echo asked, his tone casual but his eyes betraying a hint of amusement as he glanced between Amina and Hunter.

Amina and Hunter exchanged a sheepish look, a flush creeping into their cheeks as they realized they had been caught in a moment of intimacy. "Uh, no, not at all," Amina replied quickly, her voice slightly breathless as she cleared her throat and attempted to regain her composure.

Hunter nodded in agreement, his gaze flickering to Echo's face before returning to Amina's. "Yeah, we were just, uh, finishing up here," he added.

A small sound was heard as the three turned their heads to a panel on the side, a wire cut. Amina turned her head to look out in the hall when she saw Vader standing in the hall, his fist closed.

What a way to kill the mood.

She sighed as she gestured to the hall to Hunter as he looked out, seeing nothing but emptiness, other than Wrecker and Tech sleeping in their bunks.

Amina shook her head, bringing her hand down her face, “seriously? You’re that angry?”

Echo looked at Hunter, at the empty hallway, and then back to Hunter who shrugged.

"You're getting awfully close to him, sister," Vader's voice echoed through the hallway, his tone icy and disapproving.

Amina's jaw clenched at the sound of her brother's voice, her fists balling at her sides as she fought to keep her emotions in check. She turned to face him, her expression guarded as she met his intense gaze.

"And what if I am?" she shot back defiantly, her voice tinged with anger as she squared her shoulders. “You don’t get a say in my life anymore.”

Echo leaned closer to Hunter, “is she… talking to herself?” he whispered.

“It’s some force thing.” Hunter whispered back.

“Perhaps you need a lesson.”

“On what? Not being a awful person? Cause, you need to take that clas- ” Darth Vader raised his hand, turning the steering wheel of the Marauder, causing a sharp turn.

Amina stumbled as the ship lurched to the side, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached out instinctively to steady herself. But before she could hit the ground, Hunter was there, his strong arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close to him.

"Whoa there, easy," he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he held Amina steady. She blinked up at him, her breath catching in her throat as she met his gaze, the intensity of his eyes sending a shiver down her spine.

"Thanks," she managed to whisper, her voice barely above a breath as she struggled to regain her composure. Hunter smiled down at her, his touch gentle as he helped her to stand upright once more.

"Anytime," he replied softly, his voice filled with warmth as he met Amina's gaze with a reassuring smile. She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest at the sight of him, a warmth spreading through her veins at the closeness between them.

Echo watched the exchange between Amina and Hunter with a bemused expression, his eyes flickering between them as he tried to make sense of the situation. "Well, that was... interesting," he remarked dryly, a hint of amusement in his tone as he glanced at the pair.

Amina rolled her eyes playfully, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she stepped away from Hunter's embrace. "Yeah, you could say that.” She turned to glare at the hallway where Vader previously stood, but now it was empty.

Hunter noticed the tension in her shoulders leaving, and he could only guess that Vader, was gone.

"Is he... gone?" Hunter asked quietly, his voice filled with concern as he watched Amina carefully.

Amina nodded, her expression tight with frustration as she crossed her arms over her chest. "For now, at least," she replied, her tone weary but resolute. "He tends to pop up when you least expect it." She shook her head, “alright then boys, I’m going to meditate and hopefully fall asleep.”

"Think she'll be alright?" Hunter asked quietly, his voice filled with concern as he turned to face Echo. The clone shrugged, his expression unreadable as he glanced back at Hunter.

"She's a Skywalker," Echo replied cryptically, his tone laced with uncertainty. "They tend to bounce back from things like this."

Hunter nodded, though he couldn't shake the feeling of worry that gnawed at him. Amina may be strong, but even the strongest of individuals had their limits. He made a mental note to check on her later, to make sure she was alright.

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Huttese translations:

kung - scum

wermo - idiot

tags: @callsign-denmark

[creampuffandcustard-universe]

Chapter 6:

The tension in the Fatui headquarters was palpable, a shift in the air that hadn't gone unnoticed by the other Harbingers. The once distant dynamic between Il Capitano and Innamorata had slowly transformed into something subtly enchanting.

As the group gathered in a spacious meeting room to discuss their next steps in the ongoing war, the interactions between the captain and the Innamorata began to draw the attention of the others. Columbina, with her keen eyes and playful spirit, was the first to notice. She leaned over to Arlecchino, a knowing smirk on her lips. “Look at them,” she whispered, nodding towards where Himari stood next to Capitano, her expression soft as she gazed up at him.

Arlecchino followed her gaze, a teasing glimmer in her eyes. “It’s like they’ve formed their own little world,” she mused, watching as Capitano, despite his stoic demeanor, subtly leaned toward Himari, his voice low and quiet. The two shared a fleeting moment that seemed to dissolve the space around them, leaving only the comfort of their presence.

Innamorata's eyes sparkled as she looked up at the captain, her admiration evident. His dark blue eyes softened just for her, a rare glimpse beneath the impenetrable exterior he typically maintained. She couldn’t help but steal glances at him, taking in every detail—the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his armor seemed to accentuate his strong physique, and the way he held himself with an unyielding grace.

When he leaned slightly toward her, murmuring something only she could hear, her heart raced. “Stay close,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver of warmth through her. The way he casually placed his hand at the small of her back felt natural, protective, and possessive all at once. It was a gesture that had become second nature to him, and she savored the feeling of his touch.

The subtlety of their connection was not lost on the other Harbingers. Columbina watched the exchange with delight. “I think he’s actually smiling,” she teased, her tone light. “Or at least as close to smiling as he gets.”

“More like a slight shift in his helmet,” Arlecchino replied with a chuckle, her arms crossed as she leaned back in her chair. “But it’s adorable. Look at Himari. She practically glows around him.”

Indeed, Innamorata seemed to radiate joy whenever she was near Capitano. There was a warmth in her gaze that revealed her feelings for him, a longing that was evident to those who paid attention. Even the most stoic of hearts could see how they shared similar mannerisms now; the way they tilted their heads when listening, the subtle smiles that played on their lips during quiet moments, and the way they instinctively moved closer together during discussions.

“It's a little sickening, isn’t it?” Pantalone chimed in, trying to mask the humor in his voice. Yet even he couldn’t suppress a grin as he observed their camaraderie.

“Not at all,” Columbina replied playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s entertaining. Look at them trying to act all professional while stealing glances and sharing whispers.”

As the meeting continued, the Harbingers exchanged amused glances whenever Capitano's hand found its way back to Innamorata’s back, or when he leaned in to say something just for her ears. It was a light-hearted undercurrent amidst their serious discussions about strategy and warfare, a shared secret that made the days of conflict a little brighter.

In the midst of the tension that came with being part of the Fatui, these tender moments—small gestures of affection—created a sense of warmth that everyone could appreciate. Himari and Capitano were oblivious to the amusement they were causing, lost in their own world, and the others couldn't help but find joy in the quiet moments of love unfolding before them.

And in those moments, as the chaos of their lives swirled around them, the captain and the Innamorata found solace in each other, their hearts slowly intertwining in a bond that would only grow stronger with time.

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The grand chamber of the Tsaritsa loomed with an air of authority, its walls adorned with elaborate tapestries that depicted the history of Snezhnaya and the Fatui. The large, ornate throne at the center commanded respect and attention, its presence both regal and intimidating. Il Capitano stood before it, his posture straight and his demeanor stoic, as he awaited her command.

The Tsaritsa regarded him with a keen eye, her expression unreadable. She had always held a deep respect for Capitano, valuing his loyalty and unwavering commitment to her and the Fatui. But today, there was a heaviness in the air that made even the confident Captain feel a hint of apprehension.

“Il Capitano,” she began, her voice resonating with authority, “I have a mission of great importance for you. It will require both your strength and your resolve.”

He nodded, his dark blue eyes locked onto hers, ready to absorb whatever order she had for him. “Your Majesty, I am at your service.”

The Tsaritsa leaned forward slightly, her fingers steepled before her. “This mission will take you far from Snezhnaya. You will be tasked with infiltrating the regions beyond our reach, gathering intelligence on potential threats to our organization and to Snezhnaya itself.”

“Understood,” he replied without hesitation. The distance didn’t concern him; his loyalty to the Tsaritsa outweighed any apprehension about the journey ahead. However, there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind as he considered the implications of such a long absence.

“Due to the nature of the mission, you may be away for months—possibly years,” she continued, her gaze unflinching. “The risks are high, and the intelligence you gather will be crucial for the future of our operations.”

He swallowed hard, the weight of her words settling in his chest. “If it is for the safety of Snezhnaya, then I accept this mission without question.” It was a declaration of his loyalty, a promise to the Tsaritsa that he would serve her and her people above all else.

But as he spoke, his thoughts drifted to Himari. The warmth of her presence, the soft touches they shared, the moments they had begun to carve out for themselves—would he have to leave all of that behind? The idea of being apart from her for so long made his heart ache, but he had always been a man of duty. His personal feelings were secondary to his responsibilities.

The Tsaritsa observed him, a flicker of understanding passing through her gaze. “I know this will not be easy for you, Capitano. But you must remember that our work requires sacrifices. Your commitment to our cause is what has made you a pillar of the Fatui. This mission will not only test your skills but also your resolve.”

“Your Majesty, I will do whatever is necessary for our organization,” he replied, his voice steady. “I will not fail you.”

“Good,” she said, her expression softening ever so slightly. “I have faith in you. And should you encounter any challenges, I trust you will find a way to overcome them.”

As she dismissed him with a wave of her hand, Il Capitano turned to leave, but her voice stopped him once more. “Capitano, I know that you hold a special connection with Himari. Please, do not allow this mission to cloud your mind. Focus on your objectives, and everything else will fall into place.”

He nodded again, the weight of her words hanging in the air. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

As he exited the chamber, the heavy doors closing behind him, he felt an emptiness settle in his chest. The world outside felt colder, the halls more barren. Days would turn into weeks, and weeks into months, perhaps even years, before he could return to her.

His mind replayed moments shared with Himari—the warmth of her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke of healing, the comfort of her presence. Would she wait for him? Would she understand why he had to leave?

Il Capitano’s heart ached at the thought of being apart from her, but he steeled himself, drawing on the resolve that had always defined him. He would fulfill his duty, no matter the cost.

With each step he took, the weight of the mission pressed down on him, but his loyalty to the Tsaritsa and to Snezhnaya remained unshakable. He would return. He had to.

Memento Mori 🌻