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spctrsgf · 1 year ago

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the cantina

summary: men at a cantina are never a good sign. luckily, you’ve got one small trick up your sleeve that you didn’t even know you had.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: f!reader (din uses the nickname “sweet girl,” I'M SORRY I COULDN'T PASS THE OPPORTUNITY UP), mentions of sex, protective din (deserves his own warning), fluffy as hell

a/n: i am SO sorry for my lack of activity, i've been so unbelievably unmotivated :((( here's an old fic i wrote because protective din has my heart and soul<3

“Hey.” Your head picks up at the sound of Din’s modulated voice, dragging you out of your head. The kid lets out a garble as your attention turns away from rubbing between his ears, but he quickly quiets when you resume your earlier motions. “Mhm?” Your eyes land on the thin strip of glass on his helmet in an attempt to hold his own gaze.

“Would you like to come with us?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “To?”

Din’s helmet lifts as if in confusion, and it seems to hit him that he never vocalized his plan. “Into town. I need to meet Karga and the kid needs food.”

You look down at the kid, his pearly black eyes now pleading, and relent almost instantly. “Sure.”

Din nods, leaning against the wall as you get yourself together. You could feel his eyes tracking your moves, even through the visor, but he wasn’t judging. Just observing. It’s slightly unnerving, but you try to let it slide off your back. Pulling on a light jacket and sealing the kid in his capsule, the three of you then head on your way.

You follow Din as he weaves diligently through both buildings and people, but it’s not like anyone’s really getting close. The locals lend you the courtesy of their attention as you pass, stopping to watch with folded emotion. Maybe they don't get many passersby here.

Nonetheless, the harsh stares punch and stab their tiny claws into you as you fold in on yourself. The new notion makes you unbearably uncomfortable. In contrast, Din stays tall in front of you, the beskar wrapped around him serving as a barrier.

You drop your head at the snarl of one man you made the mistake of connecting eyes with, picking up your pace. As your footsteps become mindless, your mind prepares to delve into itself with the questions you’d since busied yourself away from since leaving the Crest.

Why did he offer to take you with him?

Why was he talking to you now? He used to be so quiet.

Did he feel unsafe without you?

No, that wasn’t it. You couldn’t protect him half as well as he could on his own under all that armor. Hell, he was the one protecting you.

Was he worried about you?

No, let’s be realistic here. He’s worried about the kid, and the kid’s recently taken a liking to you. Din wasn’t worried about you, he didn’t return your feelings…

You yelp as you nearly run into the said man’s back, avoiding a gnarly bruise from the rocket he had strapped on. Din turns, and you take a step back with increasingly red cheeks. “Sorry. I didn’t know we had stopped,” bubbles out of your mouth.

He doesn’t say anything, just holds open the door for you to step in. It wasn’t meant to be rude, you know; he just didn’t talk unless he had to.

But, he didn’t have to ask you if you wanted to come earlier, he could have just told you to-

You squash that thought as you step into the cantina, straightening your shoulders. The atmosphere squeezes the air out of your lungs as everyone turns towards you. Or more accurately, Mando.

He nudges you in gently as he sweeps past you, Karga already having his ecstatic greeting halfway out of his mouth.

You hover near the door, unsure of what to do. Sighing, you stride towards the bar, deciding to buy a drink and keep yourself occupied until Mando is done. You feel a cascade of eyes on you again, but this time, they’re on you for a different reason. You will your shoulders to not slump as you pull at your attire, now hating the way it hugged your form.

You gingerly place yourself on a barstool, ordering a random soda in a haste to have something to do. The bartender droid slides the drink to you, but before you can catch it, a hand reaches out to grab it.

“Put it on my tab.” The man next to you says as he plops himself onto the seat next to you. You reach out with a hand that shivers to grab the drink, meeting his gaze with a small smile.

“Thanks, but I can pay for it.”

The man shakes his head. “How could I let someone as stunning as you pay for it? Please, allow me.”

“Alright then. Thank you.” You take a sip of the drink. He seems nice enough.

“I’m Qui.” He holds his hand out.

You respond with your name, meeting him halfway to shake, but instead of doing that, he lifts your hand to his mouth, placing a kiss on the back of it.

You swallow deeply, retracting your hand. Is he flirting with me? Your brain swirls with this newfound discovery. No, that’s bullshit, don’t push it. Your eyes flick across his face quickly before dropping down to your drink. He wasn’t that cute at all, really. You much prefer men that wear a beskar helmet and have a kid with big green ears.

…too specific?

You could feel Qui’s gaze on you as you watch the condensation drip down the side of your glass, hovering in places that make you squirm. Oh Maker. You shift uncomfortably, apparently wiggling too much for the man next to you. His hand shoots out to grip your arm alarmingly fast, and you freeze, unsure whether or not to push him off. “Aren’t you gonna finish that drink, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. You hate that nickname.

You cough to clear the shake in your voice, turning to meet his intense purple eyes. “I’m okay, thanks. I actually have some business I need to attend to, but thanks for the chat. And the drink.” You turn to walk away, but his hand grips your arm harder, yanking you into his chest.

“I’ll come with you. Someone as attractive as you shouldn’t be walking home alone.” His eyebrows wiggles suggestively.

You shake your head, pulling away from him again. “I’ll be fine, really. It’s just a few blocks away.”

Qui puffs out his chest slightly. “Are you sure?”

You nod, expelling out a quick; “Yep!”

“Could I get a method of contact then, love?”

Love. You only want to hear that one from one person's mouth, and it definitely wasn’t Qui’s.

“Uh, maybe another time?” You back up slightly, unsure of how to reject someone when it’d been so long since you’d been asked.

Qui surges forward and grips your arms again. “C’mon, please? You know you wanna meet up with me again.”

Maker, how big is this man’s ego? It certainly wasn’t helping that everyone’s now turning to watch the scene unfold in front of them, none even thinking of reaching out a helping hand.

You yank yourself from his hands, taking on a sense of urgency. “No. I said no.”

Qui’s face twists into a sour frown, jutting out a quip of your name and then “Give me fucking something to contact you with.”

“N-“

Qui leans in, and you could smell the foul smell of alcohol reeking from his breath. “I said give me something. I won’t ask again.”

“Please stop.” You put your hands up and step back, beads of sweat rolling down your back.

“Give it!” He yells, and if people weren’t looking then, they sure are now.

You decide that words weren’t going to get through to this man, no matter how hard you tried. Frozen in place, you brainstorm as quickly as you could. You need something that would threaten him, or even someone-

“Is there a problem here?”

Ah. Like that.

You hear Mando come up behind you, jumping slightly when his hand grips the side of your waist as he comes to stand next to you. Qui frowns, muttering your name in confusion. “Who’s this-“

“I’m a Mandalorian.” Mando didn’t offer his hand out, only a tilt of the helmet.

“Well yeah, I see that-“ he turns to you with a sickeningly sweet smile. “C’mon, you're hanging with him? Ya haven’t even seen his face, I bet.”

Mando’s hand tightens around your waist, and if looks could kill, Qui’d be fucking dead. A pile of fucking bones.

You surge out of Mando’s grip in a wave of anger, coming up to Qui’s chest. “I don’t need to see his face to know he’s not a fucking asshole like you.”

Qui’s smile only falters for a few seconds before it renews even brighter. “Ah, I’m an asshole like this? Because you might be saying something different if you and I left right now.”

Qui’s hand raises to grip your hip, but you’re being yanked backwards into a metal covered chest before he can do so much as move. Your shoulders relax as you puff out breaths of air, coming down from your surge of anger. Mando wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you both diligently out of the cantina, dropping a few credits to a waitress on your way.

The walk back to the ship is quiet, and you’d assume Mando is upset at you if it weren’t for the hand that grips your shoulder tightly. You and the kid are ushered in before Mando closes the hull door almost aggressively.

You busy yourself with situating the kid as Mando watches the door close, silent. The green eared menace is already half asleep, so you don’t bother taking him out of his pod, only wrapping a blanket around him.

You go to turn around to plot the coordinates to your next destination, knowing that Mando is preoccupied in the depths of his helmet, but when you turn, you nearly bump into the said man.

His hands fly to your cheeks in a millisecond, tilting your face left and right as if you had just been in a fight. You let him turn you around to fully assess you, confused at display of affection. As soon as you come back to face him, your eyes dart around his visor like you would be able to read him.

“Are you alright?” Mando’s voice cuts through the silence of the hull. “I- I’m okay, yeah.” You mumble, going to tilt down your face.

A gloved hand catches your chin and tilts it back towards him. “That’s not very convincing.”

“Mando, im fine-“

“Din.”

Your breath catches. “Um, yeah. Din, I’m fine. Just a little shaken, I’ll be okay. I think.” You lift up a hand that’s shivering as if it’s cold.

“You’re okay,” He states, and upon hearing two words that you’d never thought you’d hear from Din’s mouth, you relax slightly into his infinitely stable grip. “He’s not here.”

You nod, believing him. You go to pull away, feeling better now, only for the shock of the whole experience to hit you like a truck. Your chin wobbles as tears threaten to spill over the ducts of your lids.

Din’s helmet lifts up sharply, and if you weren’t so focused on crying in front of the strongest man you knew, you would have registered it as fear. Your eyes flick downwards as a tear slipped out, not wanting to look at him. His hand shifts to your jaw as he wipes the tear away with a care you’d only seen him extend to the kid, gloves kissing the skin of your cheek.

“I’m sorry,“ you burst out of Din’s grip in embarrassment, hiding your face. “This is stupid, I shouldn’t be crying-“

“No,” Din snarls, the ferocity of the word causing your head to shoot up. “No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault, it’s that idiot’s fault for touching you,” his hands grab at your forearms like a little kid and drags you towards him again, capturing you in a tight hug. “I swear I would’ve- I wanted to-“ he takes a deep breath. “You’re okay.”

You two stand like that for a while, Din whispering reassurances that you weren’t sure were for you anymore. You cry a storm and a half into the crook of his neck, between the lip of his helmet and the edge of his undershirt, finally calming down enough to pull away some minutes later.

But, when you move to pull back, Din’s arms don’t budge. You relent your efforts almost immediately, knowing deep down in your gut that both you and him need this connection now. You weren’t complaining, anyway– this is something you’d wished would happen for so long. Maybe not under these circumstances, but you would take whatever you could get.

“Din,” you mumble into his shoulder. “I’m okay. I’m here.”

“Please don’t leave.” He barely says those three words, but you hear them loud and clear.

You tighten your grip on him. “I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me now.”

He let out a huff of air, and you couldn’t tell whether it was a huff or a laugh. “You were never a nuisance.”

You flush. “Ah, well that’s good news.”

Din let his helmet drop to your shoulder, the cold beskar a contrast to your burning skin. “You’re amazing. I don’t deserve you, sweet girl.”

Sweet girl. Now that was a nickname you could get used to. In fact, you already loved it.

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yoitsjay · 5 months ago

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Bestie when I tell you your fast and for what Tech got me feelin some kind of way 😳🫣🤤 like girl please the Tech community is T H I R S T Y!!!! Anyway love your work 💕💗💘 if your not doing anything could I request a Crosshair x y/n who is a former Jedi experiencing love for the first time? Hope you have a good day or night 👋🏼

Omg thank you! So nice to hear good feedback on the fics I write 🤭 I absolutely love your idea, so here we go! Hopefully I did ok, this one kind of stumped me

Yeah?... Good

Pairings: Crosshair x gn jedi! Reader

Summary: you had left the order when you realized how corrupt it became. But your past keeps chasing you and now you find yourself feeling things you've never felt before for a certain clone who doesn't even know you were a jedi... or does he?

Warnings: crosshair kinda loves u right away cuz your so awesome. Yoda is your previous master, white lightsaber, crystal cleansing, italics is a flashback

Word count: 2099

“The Jedi had become so corrupt! We used to be peacekeepers! Now all we do is fight in wars and lead good men to their deaths! I will not be a part of an order that partakes in such violence!”

Those were the last words you had said to the jedi council, before leaving. You left your whole life behind, and had to pick up a new life and build it from scraps.

You tried many things, regular jobs in the city, mechanical work, ship maintenance. Eventually you had saved up enough credits to leave Coruscant and you did, and you had hoped you would never return but you had picked up bounty work, as much as you hated it, and it was bringing you back to Coruscant.

The bounty was actually put up by the republic, a call for extra aid. You were to meet a small batch of elite clones, complete a retrieval mission in separatist space, and return to Coruscant. Returning to this dreaded planet, but as long as nobody recognized you, you would be fine.

You were wearing a decent amount of armor, and a helmet that covered your entire head. It had a voice modulator so if you needed to speak your voice would be distorted. But your end goal was to say as little words as possible.

When you arrived in front of the GAR, you noticed several different ships but one really stood out. It was an omicron class attack shuttle but it looked modified. It was interesting since you had never seen a ship like that before when you were a jedi.

You continued analyzing the exterior of the ship, keeping a decent distance as you were still waiting on a pickup or for someone to come greet you.

“Ain’t she pretty?” A voice called out, and you turned your head slightly. You noticed this man was a clone, but with several different cybernetics, and a scomp on his left arm. You nodded, turning away from the ship to face the man, realizing that more people, helmeted and in clone armor, were standing behind him.

This must have been the elite clone squad.

“You must be the bounty-”

“mercenary.” You cut off, your modulator transforming your voice as it spoke, making it deeper, and more crackly. The cyber man nodded, turning to look at his brothers. “This is the rest of clone force 99, our leader is Sergeant Hunter, and beside him are Tech, Crosshair and Wrecker.” He introduced, pointing to each individual as he said their names.

You nodded again. stepping forward to extend your hand. The men had removed their helmets, and you could see their brief surprise before Hunter shook your hand. And then you extended your hand to Crosshair, who stared at you before scoffing.

You rolled your eyes but lowered your hand. “Y- Spectre.” You spoke up, almost using your name instead of your codename, which you had quickly corrected.

You had picked the name specter since as a mercenary or bounty hunter, you tended to disappear in plain sight, and stir chaos without being seen.

It was probably because of the modifications in your armor, you had a device built into your suit that allowed you to camoflauge no matter where you went,so you basically became invisible when you needed too

“Alright Spectre… We’ll brief you on the mission on the Marauder.” Hunter spoke up and you nodded, staying behind for only a few seconds as they walked forward. Crosshair roughly shoulder checked you as he walked past, but you only glared, giving him no satisfaction of seeing a reaction.

The ship was smaller than any ship you’ve been on, but it seemed to hold five people nicely enough. Once the ship lifted off, Echo had informed the council that they picked up the aid. Yoda was on the transmission, and he stared at you, despite not seeing you… like he could sense your presence.

“Sense something familiar I do… trust the operative, i suggest.” Ypda stated, looking back at Echo. “May the force be with you. Echo.” Yoda finished before the transmission ended. A sigh escaped your lips, but was not heard by the others.

Soon everyone was called into the cockpit, and Hunter pulled up a hologram of… your planet?

You were born on an outer rim separatist planet, your family knew how strong with the force you were, so they had smuggled you off world and basically shipped you to Coruscant and to the Jedi temple. You were only a child, but you always remembered where you came from… But at the time you didn’t understand why they just gave you up. Until you saw the war first hand with your master.

Yoda.

Of course he could sense you, even through a damn hologram. And now you were returning home, to a planet under heavy siege.

You clenched your fists, but zoned into the briefing, not knowing that Crosshair was examining you, seeing you tense up, and breathe a little heavier before clenching your hands and calming down.

There was something about you, something that he couldn’t place.

“So our mission is to destroy the droid factories to limit their creation so Yoda’s battalion can swoop in and take Rystone for the republic. Specter, we’ve been told you can camouflage, and you're highly trained in stealth. So you and Crosshair will be a team and will sneak inside the factory to plant charges along the main support columns.” Hunter explained, and you nodded briefly.

He then went on to task the others, and soon you were readying your weapons. You carried a blaster, and a longer vibroblade that wasn't quite a sword, but wasn’t a standard knife either. You also placed several throwing knives on different points of your armor, having mini knife holsters strapped pretty much between every armor plate.

Crosshair watched you while cleaning his rifle. He couldn’t tell if you were male, or female. Not like it mattered he liked both. But the way your aura had been drawing him in, he almost felt bad shoulder checking you earlier.

Almost.

Once you were done you turned to look at him, tilting your head. “Will you take that helmet off?” He asked, and you shook your head. “No.” You replied swiftly, and Crosshair hummed. “You like knives?” He then asked, and you nodded. “Easier to use than a blaster.” You huffed.

In truth you would much rather use lightsabers. But that was a luxury you couldn’t have any longer.

Soon the Marauder landed on Rystone, and you all made your way to the city, splitting up into groups once you breached the wall. Crosshair led the way to the droid factory, and you did your best to ignore the surroundings of your home planet. But it felt like the force was trying to pull you in a specific direction.

You pushed it away, focusing on the mission as a grunt left your lips. Now comes your part in the mission. You grabbed several charges, leaving the rest with crosshair as your armor and weapons camouflaged and blended in with your surroundings.

You ran, slightly crouched, placing a charge and setting it at every column like you were instructed to Crosshair did what he needed too, and eventually you ran into him again. You disabled the camo and followed him up to a safe vantage point.

Crosshair commed Hunter and told him the charges were set before he turned to look at you, crouched and studying the area. “Why’d you become a mercenary?” He drawled out, and you glanced at him before mulling over your answers.

“Money.” You settled, it was a typical answer, not entirely a lie but not a full truth either. And even with the modulator-

“Hey! intruders!” A droid suddenly shouted, breaking you and Crosshair from what you could assume was a conversation. You grabbed a throwing knife, jumping to avoid blaster fire as you twisted in the air, throwing your knife towards the droid, subtly using the force to direct the blade which landed right into the droid's head. But the alarms were already pulled.

You ran towards the other droids,picking up the knife from the dead droid as you started slicing the other ones. Crosshair laid cover fire if you needed it, but the way you were cutting the droids like butter?

He was kind of in awe of your skill.

Until a droid had grabbed you by your neck, its punch knocking your helmet off your head and onto the ground. Crosshair was too occupied shooting at the droids advancing towards him, but you managed to get out of the droid's grip, slicing its wiring with a secret blade on your wrist.

You fell to the ground, gasping for air as you gripped your throat. The explosions then went off and you winced, But Crosshair was by your side and he was gently helping you to your feet. “I’m okay.” You choked out, ignoring the look he gave you. “yeah?... good.” He muttered, keeping his hand on the small of your back just for a moment before he pulled away.

Hunter then came over the coms and told Crosshair and you to meet at the rondevu point. So from there Crosshair led you out of the droid factory, taking out whatever droids remained from the explosions.

You had tried looking for your helmet but it was knocked over the edge when you were fighting that bigger droid. Crosshair had been… admiring? no, but he was definitely staring at you, analyzing your features that had now been revealed to him.

He thought you were gorgeous. You had a few scars littered across your face but he liked that, he prefered people who weren't afraid to take hits and then wore their scars without being ashamed.

Soon you reached the rondevu point, and the other clones’ eyes widened when they saw you without your helmet, but what was most surprising was that Yoda was standing beside them, a smile on his face almost.

“Ah, I had a feeling it was you, I did… Young one.” Yoda spoke up. You glanced around nervously before allowing yourself to one knee. “Master…” You trailed off, but his tiny hand reached out, and rested on yours. He comforted you, with such a simple gesture. “Strong with the force, you still are. Practicing, have you?” He asked, and you chuckled, nodding with a smile.

Hearing this, Crosshair and the rest of the bad batch were flabbergasted. You were once a jedi, let alone Yoda’s padawan?

regardless they didn’t interrupt, just staring, waiting.

Just then, Yoda pulled out your lightsaber, a dual saber which was your preferred stance. But something was wrong…

“So much anger, you had for the council. Your saber, connected to you it was. For years, it fed on your hate.” Today explained, opening the saber to reveal a red Kyber crystal.

“No longer a jedi, perhaps. But a peacekeeper, you are.” He stated, and you used the force to hold the lightsaber. You closed your eyes, and sighed.

The red of your once vibrant blue crystal started fading, as you let go… of all that sadness and frustration that you held. You cleansed the crystal, until it was white. You then closed up the saber, and it landed in your hands.

“Right you were, always… young padawan.”Yoda spoke up, looking around. “Sense something evil, i do. Trust in the force, and in your new friends, yes?” Yoda asked, and you nodded, standing up to your feet before looking at Crosshair, who had a light smirk playing on his face.

“hell yeah! Do we get a jedi?!” Wrecker exclaimed, pumping his fists in the air with a grin. You looked down at Yoda, who chuckled. You spoke up. “Not quite, but if you’ll have me… i would love to stay.” You stated, and Hunter nodded slowly. “With the way Crosshair looks at you like a piece of candy that should be no problem.” He teased his brother, and you smiled, nodding to Yoda.

“Take back your home, we will.” he stated, and walked away. You sighed, staring down at the lightsaber before you ignited it. one blade at a time.

The white blades hummed with emotion, emotion you channeled and let go as needed.

Not a jedi, not anymore… But a protector of the light. A lover, a fighter, a person.

With a family…

and boy did Crosshair ever make your life exciting.

Even as he tried to kill you on Kaller, now that was fun.

➺

Tag list:

Crosshair:

@nyctophobiart

Tbb:

@moomoog017 @only-my-unexistent-fiances

#fanfiction #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb omega #crosshair x gn reader #crosshair x reader #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars

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mrschristensen · 2 months ago

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Kinktober Day 9 (10/09): Bootfucking starring Darth Vader

Kinktober Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, dom Vader/sub s/o, bootfucking, pet names (darling, my rose, good girl, dearest, perfect girl), lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: After a long, strenuous day, Vader decides to cool down a bit by reading in his private library. Accompanied by his pet, of course.

WC: 700 words

It’s been a long day at Fortress Vader. Many insolent stormtroopers asking for further orders when he thought he specifically clarified what he wanted them to do, some even being brave enough to question him. Of course, that disobedience wasn’t tolerated quite well. At least death by Force Choke is easy cleanup.

So, when he finally got his work in for the day and was able to relax, he decided to read a little in his private library. He liked to read, it gave him something to do if he wasn’t ordering people around or in battle, or perhaps when he wasn’t feeling like tinkering with something in his little workshop he kept secret. But, what brightened his day most was his beautiful Lady Vader always at his side.

They weren’t officially married, though he was planning it without her knowing, of course, but everyone addressed her as Lady Vader. She was his, after all, and everyone knew it. It was something he took great pride in.

As he flipped through the pages of his book, relaxing in a comfortable chair, she did the same with her own book. It was a nice silence, the soft crackle of the fireplace and its warm glow setting a perfect ambience for the pair. It was nice like this, to spend time with each other, but sometimes without the need to speak. He was in his normal armor, and her a black dress he had picked out for her, showing off her beauty in all the right ways. She never tended to wear dresses since she didn’t like them, but she would if he wanted him to.

“Tell me, darling,” he starts, the monotone voice of his modulator breaking the silence that was once there. He gently closed his book, making sure the page he left off on was marked. “How is your book?”

She did the same, carefully shutting hers as well. Her eyes locked on the eyelets of his helmet, and she gave him a small, warm smile. They both liked small talk, simply exchanging words with each other made their day a little better. “It’s lovely, thank you,” she responds gently, “and quite fascinating… I’ll have to try not to get lost in it.”

He smiles under his mask, nodding slightly. “I’m glad. However, I do believe there’s some… other matters we could attend to.”

Her head tilts slightly, brows furrowing a bit with both confusion and curiosity. “And that would be?”

He leans down in his chair, patting his boot. “Sit.”

Her brows furrow more, internally questioning what he meant, but she silently obeyed. She slowly moved herself onto his boot, cautious as if she were afraid she’d hurt him with her weight. “It’s okay, my rose,” he soothes, his voice a purr even through the voice modulator. “Ease into it. There you go, good girl. Now, ride it.”

She looks up at him, her eyes widening slightly for a moment, before she swallows hard and does what he asks. She slowly rocks her hips along the leather of his boot, and to her surprise, it felt good. Pleasurable.

Small noises emitted from her, and he could tell she was holding back. “Do not hold back your pleasure, dearest. Let it out. Show me how much you love me, adore me.”

He eventually encouraged her to increase her pace, getting herself off more before she neared the edge. “Good, there you go. Come for me.”

And she did exactly as she was told, reaching the height of her pleasure as she kept grinding on his boot, moaning loudly as she orgasmed. He played with her hair as he watched, her eyes never leaving her, reveling in the sight before him.

As she came down from her high, he gently picked her up and sat him on his lap. She immediately nuzzled into him, burying her face into his neck and resting herself against him. He looked over her shoulder, seeing the wet spot she left on his boot, and he chuckled. “My, my. What a mess you made for me. Such a good, perfect girl.”

I felt like I’ve been neglecting you guys since they’ve been pretty short, so hope this is a bit better! ��🏻

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ori-anna-v-58008 · 4 months ago

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Rampart Reengaging

[ATTEMPTING TO REESTABLISH COMMUNICATION WITH PILOT…]

"What do you mean attempting?"

"It's not easy to wake these things back up without proper software, give it a bit."

"You're hopeless. Give me one good reason to ever let you work on her again."

"Sure thing. I'm the only one willing to do your dirty work. That suffice?"

"Shut up and work. We still need this one."

"Yeah? Who's we? Last I checked, your little pet project wasn't exactly popular with Command."

"…Maybe they've taken a shining to it."

"I doubt it. How many millions did this thing cost them?"

"The cost that she incurs is ultimately of no consequence. She gets results."

[COMMUNICATION SUCCESSFUL. PILOT ONLINE.]

"Hah. Whatever you say, [REDACTED]."

"Wait. It's working again?"

"Seems that way. Welcome back, Rampart."

The first thing you heard outside the vast emptiness that had taken over your universe was the telltale sound of Handler's knuckles smacking clean across someone's face. You flinched on instinct.

"Don't call it that."

[WARNING: VISUALS NONFUNCTIONAL.] [WARNING: SPEECH MODULE NONFUNCTIONAL.] [WARNING: PERSONALITY MATRIX MALFUNCTION DETECTED. SEE NODE MARKED "LOUD NOISES".]

"God, you do not make yourself pleasant to work with, do you? Let me see if I can fix that error…"

"No! It needs that. That PM is loaded with responses like that, and it needs every one of them."

"I'm sure traumatized kamikaze pilots are so much better at crashing than ones that aren't."

"She doesn't run. She slams her eyes shut and the thrusters on. Jumping at loud noises makes her destroy them faster. They put those responses in them for a reason.

[PILOT INPUT: "Handler? Is that you?"]

You liked getting to hear Handler's voice again. You weren't sure where your own went, or if Handler had any means of understanding you at all. It was humiliating and frustrating to not be able to use your voice. You weren't entirely sure what you did to deserve having it taken away. In spite of this, you accepted it instantly.

"Give me a summary of the most recent memories you have on file." You giggled, even if no sound came out.

[PILOT INPUT: ""The Pilot of the Rampart was successful in defeating an overwhelming opponent". That's all I have."]

"Correct. Good girl."

[ADMINISTERING REWARD…] You couldn't feel your face enough to know what expression you made, but you knew you couldn't control it.

"You call that a summary? Shit was literally a single sentence." You didn't like this other voice. Handler's silence made you wince as much as the smack sound you heard earlier.

"Do you believe our enemies survived that explosion?" You heard drops of tension in her voice like slipping a poison into tea.

"No."

"Do you believe any other witnesses exist?"

"Your extreme interest in friendly fire makes it seem unlikely."

"So this is the only account of the assault that exists. It contains all relevant information, does it not?"

"You must think command is so fucking stupid, [REDACTED], If you think they're just gonna throw their hands up about [REDACTED] pilots and [REDACTED] dollars getting smashed to bits--"

Your hands clenched around imaginary triggers when you heard the gunshot. Your audio processor was able to filter out most of the mechanic's screaming, but it was imperfect - you heard her loud, sharp inhales before she wailed again and again.

"S[]t []p or th[] nex[] one []oes through your head." Handler's voice was caught up in the screaming and got glitchy. The mechanic was reduced to hurried breathing. You clung onto every sound you could from her lips, knowing she would do anything and everything if it meant keeping you safe.

This story is part of a series. To read the beginning, please click here.

#empty spaces #mech #pilot #pilot/handler #Rampart #mechposting #pilotposting #combat doll #Replicating Sentience

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kayr0ss · 6 months ago

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Cognizance

[Dungeon Meshi / Delicious in Dungeon, Farcille, Fluff, Library Fluff, holding hands, Falin is a little useless, bless her] AO3 Link

Summary: Farcille fluff where Falin rapidly realizes her feelings after spending an afternoon with Marcille in the library.

“—it’s because mana is inherently dynamic!” Marcille said with wonder in her eyes. Her voice was barely over a whisper but it was enough to carry the melody of excitement dancing in her words. “Sinusoidal functions are the best way to represent them. When we modulate the output of our spells,” she pointed to a diagram on the heavy tome between them, “it’s almost like selecting which frequencies of our mana we want to call on. The dwarven inventors understood this mathematically.”

“Mhm?” Falin hummed to keep her going. Marcille was going to anyway, pushing aside books and half-opened rolls of parchment to make space for yet another (how many was it now?) tome. It was thick and bound in dark, sturdy leather.

“The math, of course, isn’t a perfect representation of mana’s unpredictability. Just a close estimate, but sometimes it’s enough. For example—"

Falin watched, enraptured, as Marcille ran her finger across the fore edge of the tome, stopping a quarter ways up before opening it. Marcille was satisfied to see that she had opened at the right chapter by sheer memory of touch.

She’s probably read this book a thousand times.

“—you notice how in dungeons our spells grow stronger? Almost as if the environment is a modifier of those mana waves? If we didn’t understand these changes, our spells could go very, very, wrong. So we try to think about mana in terms of the width of its ripples—in frequency domain, you could say—”

Marcille was practically waving around her hands by now, straining to keep her voice low (as though the kingdom’s court mage was afraid of the librarian chastising her).

“—which is why it was so important to learn Fourier transforms back in school. It helped us visualize—uh. Falin?” Marcille tilted her head “What’s funny?”.

Oh. She was smiling.

“I wasn’t laughing.” It was true. Falin looked at the parchment in front of her, noticing (with some embarrassment) that she forgot to keep writing and left a blotchy mess of ink on her notes. She was supposed to be researching too. “I just think you look good.”

This made Marcille blink. Then it made her laugh, an amused puff of air out her nose. “Hunched over dusty books?”

“Yup,” Falin said earnestly with a sweet smile. Marcille really was. She looked in her element—happy and content amongst troves of knowledge waiting to be unearthed. She looked happy, with stray locks of hair falling along the side of her face, coming undone from the braid Chilchuck made this morning. She loved the way Marcille picked at the corners of pages while she read—as if she couldn’t wait to turn them. She loved the little gasp of incredulity whenever Marcille discovered something preposterous and new. She had an insatiable appetite for finding out more, and more, and more and Falin found herself utterly captivated by it.

Marcille—a little red in the face—thanked her.

II.

Ha! There it was! An hour into their trip to the library, Falin finally found something. A thin chapter on magical vectors, containing a table of coefficients they might need. “Marcille!” Falin excitedly whispered, folding the corner of the page into a little dog ear (inwardly apologizing to the girl across her).

“I found an—uh—I—”

Falin sputtered.

Marcille was looking at her with round, excited eyes. “What did you find?”

She forgot was she was going to say. Completely. Except the realization that she’s just seen the most beautiful shade of green she ever had seen in her life. And Falin didn’t really know what else to do with that fact so—

“Marcille,” Falin knit her eyebrows, looking between her book and feeling a little shy and confused. “Your eyes are pretty.”

III.

Research had turned into a hopeless case.

For Falin, at least, because Marcille had dipped into a whole other world in her books despite sitting an arm’s length across from her.

Falin allowed herself the luxury of simply watching.

She was self-aware enough to realize that Marcille was the likely cause of her diminishing focus. But why? And when did it start? It isn’t like thinking Marcille was pretty was anything knew. She’d known that the whole time they’d been friends.

But today she felt like a hooked fished, unsuspectingly ensnared and slowly being reeled into… something.

Marcille let out a thoughtful hum—probably puzzling pieces together in her head. She had one hand fiddling with the corner of her book, and her chin resting on the back of her other.

Falin didn’t even realize that she was holding her breath. Her stomach felt weird in the prettiest way.

She decided they could use a break, maybe invite her brother for some afternoon snacks before finishing up for the day—hunger was bubbling in her stomach.

“Would you like to take a break with me?”

“Mmm,” Marcille hummed, eyes still glued to the pages. “Ten more minutes?”

“Turns into to forty and then some,” Falin teased.

“I mean!” Marcille was flustered. She finally tore her eyes away to look up at Falin. “Okay, it might. But if you’re hungry we should take a break. I plan to come back anyway.”

“I’m not hungry,” which may not have been true, per se, but Falin always struggled with saying no and it didn’t bother her all that much.

Marcille squinted at her. “Are you sure?”

Falin flushed a little. “Don’t worry about—”

“You’re hungry.” Marcille crossed her arms. “We can compromise, I promise to wrap it up in twenty minutes?”

“Thanks,” Falin said in a small, sheepish voice. Marcille Donato and ‘compromise’ is no small feat.

IV.

Eating didn’t really help her focus. If anything, it just made her a little sleepy.

They were back from a break that went by too fast—but at least they were full, and it was nice to see her brother.

At this point in the afternoon Falin had given up all pretense of working. She had a book on gardening opened in front of her (she wanted to cultivate mandrakes for cake—Laios was ecstatic, Marcille horrified). She didn’t know how Marcille could do it, powering through hours of reading for entire afternoons. She stretched, pulling her arms upwards while she yawned.

Marcille watched her quietly.

“I feel like I’m keeping you here,” she pouted.

As soon as Falin had set her arms down on the table, Marcille reached out to gently touch her elbow. She liked to do that, Falin noticed, to run her fingers along the feathers of her arms. It felt nice, so she always let her.

“Mm-mm,” Falin shook her head. “You’re not.”

“You’ll tell me when you want to go?”

“I will.”

“Mmkay,” This seems to have satisfied Marcille who looked back towards her work. Her hand, however, lingered, only moving to loosely tangle her fingers around Falin’s. It’s not a novel action—a habit from when they were younger—but today was a confusing day for Falin and all she could do was stare at their hands.

There was a prickling heat that traveled up her neck—a foreign and curious feeling.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Marcille’s dissatisfied grunt. Something was frustrating her—her brows were knit and her green eyes narrowed. Then she bit her lip, perfect and pink and soft.

Falin was barely aware of how hard she had swallowed.

Finally, once the hour of sunset arrived, Marcille looked ready to go.

Falin was flushed and may have felt delirious.

Marcille didn’t let go for an entire hour—going back and forth between her fingers and the soft feathers of her arms. She did it as though it soothed her, flipping through pages like Falin wasn’t burning red in the ears two feet away from her. Falin had been pretending to write but ended up drawing comical doodles along the margins of her parchment just to distract herself, but even that wasn’t working anymore.

“I know it’s a little selfish,” Marcille looked to the side with puffed cheeks. “But I didn’t want you to go.”

“It isn’t selfish. I wanted to stay,” Falin reassured her.

“You just didn’t seem very comfortable,” Marcille stared at her a little too hard. “You’re all red and—” She put her palm up to Falin’s cheek. “Are you okay?”

Falin’s mouth felt dry. “Yeah,” She said breathlessly. “It’s just—” She tried to string together an explanation but found that it was difficult when she was still looking for one herself. Interestingly, when backed up into a corner, Falin’s flight or fight response often resulted in unfiltered candidness. “You look beautiful.”

“Uhm,” Marcille looked pleasantly confused. “Thank you?”

“I—”

She didn’t really know… she what, exactly?

“Falin?”

Marcille looked concerned but reluctant to push the issue. She pulled back, throwing her hair behind her shoulders. Falin recognized it. It was something she did whenever she started thinking too hard. Falin’s gaze followed the motion—the smooth flick of her wrist to throw her curtain of lovely golden hair back. Little strands came loose and were left behind, small slivers of gold falling forward on her shoulders, above the shape of Marcille’s perfectly sculpted collarbones and—

Falin’s quill had snapped in her hand.

It surprised them both.

“Oh.”

It finally clicked. She blinked at Marcille—disheveled from an afternoon of work and looking absolutely perfect.

“Oh, wow.”

fin

A/N:

the way i left my job early for "something urgent at home" and then just wrote this :-) I haven't written fanfic in a very long time so I feel like I no longer know how to, but Farcille just re-wired the circuit boards in my brain and I had to do this. I gift this to my friends: toasty, tato, and icarus for letting me scream in their general direction about these two. Love y'all!

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #farcille #falin touden #marcille donato #dunmeshi #falin #marcille #fluff #falin x marcille #just cute things

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jessicaloons · 1 year ago

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Chapter 6:

Because these things will change, can you feel it now?

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TW: sexual harassment, assault

"Damn you look good in all red!" I said and looked at Charles in his Ferrari race suit "I mean Seb looked suave… but you? Damn!"

"Stop it, Lizzie!" he chuckled as he checked himself in the mirror, after a while his look changed and I saw him tear up. I jumped up and stood next to him.

"They’re so incredibly proud of you, Charles! Your dad and Jules wished for nothing more than you making your way to Ferrari one day! And that day has come! I know they can’t be here, it’s only us… or well me right now… but Charles, I’m so, so proud of you! This is what you always wanted and you achieved it! This is amazing! You’re amazing!" I said and Charles turned to look at me, a tear running down his cheek.

"That you’re here means the world to me, ma belle!" he whispered and kissed my cheek before hugging me "Thank you for always being by my side! No matter what!"

"There’s no place I would rather be, than here with you, Charlie bear!" I answered and he smiled at me.

"I always ask myself what I did to deserve you, my beautiful, sweet and perfect Lizzie!" he whispered under his breath and it was so quiet, I wasn’t sure he wanted to say it for me to hear, but he just hugged me even closer and I felt the butterflies fly like crazy.

"And what is it exactly?" I asked and the fellow female drivers around me nodded agreeing.

"It is basically a racing series only for female drivers." Catherine Bond Muir said "It’s our way to show that girls or women do have a place in motorsports. To show inclusion."

"Inclusion?" Jamie asked and Jessica next to me just huffed.

"Doesn’t it only divide? Having a series only for female drivers instead of making a way for us in Formula 1?" I said and Jamie nodded

"This is just the first step, to show that female drivers deliver an attractive performance." Catherine said.

"We’re around 50 drivers? How many of us will race in the series? And how will you pick out the lucky ones?" I asked.

"You have to complete 10 modules that will test your skills in racecraft, fitness, media training and sponsorship pitches, before a final knockout series of races that will decide the 28 drivers that will progress into to the next stage." she started to explain and I scoffed, looking around a lot of other drivers didn’t like what they heard as well.

"I never heard of a male driver to complete modules in media training and sponsorship pitches to gain a seat in F1?" I said and Catherine nodded only.

"It’s simple Miss Doetterer, you’re women, people will have their opinion about you, so we need to find the perfect drivers to represent all female drivers to show that you’re perfectly capable of doing what the men do. And for that we need you to be not just the best drivers but also the most approachable, the most interesting, the most well-spoken drivers out there." she answered and Jamie laughed.

"You mean you need good drivers, who also look good and smile nice into the cameras and say only good things about the series?" she asked and Catherine sighed.

"To put it bluntly: yes. That’s what we need from you." she answered.

"When do these tests begin?" Jessica asked and with that the selection of the drivers for the 2019 WSeries began.

"You made it?" Charles looked at me with big eyes as I hung up "Come on, ma belle! What’s going on! Tell me!"

"I’m racing in the WSeries! 10 races, one in Hockenheim, I’m one of the 18 drivers they’ve selected…" I said and Charles launched at me and hugged me tight.

"I KNEW IT!" he almost shouted it and I began to laugh, as I felt the relieve washing over me "They would be stupid! You’re the best female driver out there! You’re even better than most of the guys on the grid! God Lizzie, you’re a better driver than me!"

"Ok stop, Charlie bear, that’s just not true! But thanks for saying it anyway!" I laughed and he just shook his head.

"You know that I would do absolutely everything to bring you into F1! I was talking with Seb about it, how we could do it but unfortunately we didn’t came up with a plan ‘till now!" he said and I looked at him with big eyes.

"You did what?" I asked and he only nodded "Charles that’s ridiculous! F1 is not ready for a female driver, probably never will be…" I said and he sighed.

"Doesn’t matter, I will fight for you!" he answered and I gave him a kiss on his cheek, but when I looked at him I was blushing at his sweet smile.

"Thanks Charles, really!" I whispered and he hugged me again.

"Always, ma belle."

"LIZZIE! LIZZIE! LIZZIE!" the fans shouted as I got out of the car. Putting on my cap. I looked around and saw a bunch of people with the German Flag, caps with my initials and driver number, all shouting for me. I couldn’t contain my smiling and waved to everyone.

"Hi guys! Thanks for coming! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you so much for your support! You’re amazing!" I said and signed pictures of me, smiled for selfies, signed caps, flags and shirts.

"Lizzie! You’re so cool! You’re like the best driver on the grid! Overall I think you’re the best driver!" a little girl said and smiled the biggest smile.

"Thank you so much! Maybe not the best driver! But it sure means a lot when you say that!" I said and she just smiled even more "Here, for you!" I said and took my cap off of my head and used her sharpie to sign it.

"Oh my god! OH MY GOD! Are you sure?! You’re so, so, so cool! Thank you so much!" she said and hugged me. I smiled as I took more selfies here and there and waved to the mass of fans.

"Charles, it was so surreal! They were screaming my name! MY NAME! Can you believe that? Waving the German flag! They wanted selfies with me! ME! Me signing their cap, pictures of me, random stuff!" I was giddy and couldn’t stop smiling as I FaceTimed Charles before the race.

"Of course I can believe it, Lizzie! I always told you that people will love you! How can they not! I’m so happy for you, ma belle!" he said and his smile made me even more giddy and happy.

The next race would be in Assen and not only my entire family would be there, also Charles and Arthur would come along with my friends. They watched me snatch Pole position with a flawless lap and all stood at the barriers to congratulate me.

"That was a phenomenal lap, ma belle!" Charles whispered as he hugged me and I just smiled at him. I saw Ben and Michael approach me and they both hugged me.

"You did absolutely amazing, Liz!" said Ben and smiled at me.

"Fantastic job, Lizzie!" Michael, his dad and my manager said and I just smiled the whole evening as I went to dinner with my family and friends. I could see Charles looking at me one or two times with a look I couldn’t quite interpret, when I talked to Ben, who joined us and wanted to know all about Daniel.

"You okay, Charlie bear?" I asked him as I sat down next to him and he just nodded and smiled his all consuming, dimples showing smile.

"I’m just so proud of you, ma belle! Fourth race. Fourth pole. And I bet my ass tomorrow you’ll take your fourth win as well!" he said and when he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear I blushed. Hard.

"We will see I guess." I said breathlessly and Charles laughed a little as he realised why I was so flustered but didn’t say anything.

"I’m 100 percent sure, ma belle." he answered and with that we left the restaurant.

I sat on a stack of tires, gathering my thoughts, calming myself down.

"Lizzie?" I heard a male voice and turned around. It was one of the reporters who I just answered some questions about the season, I couldn’t remember his name but I was sure he was from a Spanish website.

"Uhm, hi…" I began and jumped off of the tires.

"Salva Diaz, Marica Sports Spain." he said, reading my mind "I just wanted to speak to you personally."

"Okay? About what exactly?" I asked a little confused as Salva looked around and stepped closer to me.

"I thought I approach you first, I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you smile and laugh when answering my questions. You’re flirting…" he said and took another step closer as I was taking one back, bumping against the wall of the garage.

"I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression! But that’s just how I am… I wasn’t flirting with you." I said calmly although I felt not calm at all, I looked around if someone was there but we were alone.

"Oh come on, Lizzie, you don’t have to be shy now. I’ve felt the connection, the chemistry between us. You felt it too, I could see it in your eyes!" he said firmly and stepped even closer.

"I’m sorry, but there really isn’t any kind of connection between us… I’m just polite." I tried to reason with him but he stepped even closer and caged me in with his hands on both sides of my head.

"Don’t be like that Lizzie, just admit it…" he said and I froze, I couldn’t move as he leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back, just tried to push him off of me as he pushed me back against the wall, kissing me again. Groping me. Grabbing my wrist with that I tried to push him away.

"No. Please stop!" I said again and again as someone approached us. Salva was distracted and I could finally push him away.

"Lizzie? What’s going on?" Jamie said as she looked at me and then Salva "Dude, fuck off! Leave her alone!" he backed off and with one last look at me and Jamie he walked away "If you ever come near her, we’ll call the police!"

I sank down and pulled my knees to my chest, Jamie crouching down in front of me.

"Lizzie?" she asked and I looked at her "Are you okay? Did he touch you? Or hurt you?"

"No, I’m good! But thank you so much for stepping in, Jamie!" I lied and she smiled.

"I never liked this dude! He always looked at you like he’s kinda obsessed with you!" Jamie shook her head and helped me up "If he ever comes near you again, we really gonna call the cops!"

"Yeah. You’re right!" I answered and we walked back into the garage.

The whole time leading towards the race I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. Did I really, unintentionally, flirt with him? Even tho I didn’t even know him? Never even spoke to him before? Never even talked to him?

"Lizzie? Did you hear me?" Mike, my race engineer, asked "It’s going to rain around lap 25 on going."

"Yep, rain, lap 25. Got it." I mumbled and jumped in my car, still thinking about Salva and how he pushed me against the wall, kissed me, touched me without my consent. I hadn’t expected my first kiss to be forced onto me violently. I felt the bile rise up in my throat but swallowed it down and tried to focus on the upcoming race. Focus Lizzie. I can do this.

The track was wetter than expected, I had to stay off the curbs, focus on the perfect racing line. But my mind always circled back to Salva Diaz. Pushing me against the wall. Grabbing me. Touching me. Telling me that I’ve flirted with him. Telling me that I sent out signals. Stealing my first kiss from me. My first kiss I only wanted to have with one person. The moment Charles face flashed before my eyes was the moment I hit a curb and lost the rear of my car. Although I tried everything to not lose the car, my race ended in the wall. My head spinning. My thoughts racing.

"Lizzie? Are you okay?" I couldn’t answer. I was furious. How could I make such a stupid mistake.

"Lizzie? Do you hear me? Are you okay?"

"I’m sorry. I lost the rear. I’m so sorry!" I hit the radio button.

"It’s okay. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I’m fine." I said and unbuckled my seatbelt and took my steering wheel out. As soon as I was out of the car I screamed a "Fuck!" out and followed one of the Marshalls behind the barriers.

As I returned back to the pits I saw my family, friends and in front Charles, all looking worried. He pulled me in a hug immediately and I felt some tears escaping my eyes.

"I’m such a fucking disappointment. I drove like a fucking rookie. What a fucking joke." I said and Charles only sighed.

"Well, let’s just be happy that I didn’t bet my fucking ass on your fourth win. Otherwise I would’ve lost it. What a fucking shame!" he said and I laughed.

"Stop it, Leclerc! I’m mad! Don’t make me laugh!" I chuckled.

"I’m sorry, Lizzie! That was my fucking mistake! I’m an idiot!" I laughed and he made me look into his eyes "There it is, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen and probably ever will see!"

"Ha-ha!" I said and rolled my eyes and together we walked the few steps to the rest of my supporting group who all hugged me and encouraged me to do better the next race.

"Can I ask you a question?" Charles asked as we sat on the hotel bed, zapping through the channels, I nodded and he switched the TV of "What happened? During the race? We race together since we’re 8 and I never saw you lose the rear in the rain because you hit a curb? You’re brilliant in the rain? So what happened today?"

"I don’t know, I was so focused on winning my fourth race that I had like a tunnel vision I guess… I don’t know." I lied and Charles was only half convinced, but he didn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell him what happened before the race. He would hunt Salva down and god knows what he would do. This would be a secret I’ll take with me to grave.

"I can’t believe he’s gone. Like… we just talked yesterday?" Charles whispered and I gently rubbed circles on the back of his hand with my right hand. My left hand rubbing circles on Pierre’s back who was laying, his head in my lap, in Charles bed, finally sleeping.

"We always know that something like this can happen, whenever we get into our cars. But when it then really happens?” I whispered back and Charles leaned his head on my shoulder "And you guys really will race? The FIA couldn’t grant you the weekend off?"

"We decided to race. In honour of Tonio. He would’ve wanted for us to race." Charles whispered and I nodded.

"I’m so sorry for Pierre… losing him this weekend after everything that Red Bull put him through the last weeks…" I said and looked down at Pierre’s tear stricken face "He needs us now, more than ever, Charles."

"And we’ll be here for him." he answered and snuggled closer into me. After some time we both fell asleep.

"I’m so proud of you, Charlie bear! Your first win!" I whispered as I hugged him close at the barriers "For Anthoine!"

"For Anthoine!" he whispered back and I smiled at him one last time before I was leaving to look for Pierre. He drove his Toro Rosso at this tough weekend on P9 and I was so proud of him. When I finally found him after the podium celebrations I pulled him into me.

"You did a good job today, Pierre! After everything you’ve been through this week and weekend, you did a really good job! I’m proud of you! He’s proud of you!" I whispered and he choked a little.

"Thanks Lizzie! For everything! Without you and Charles yesterday… I don’t know what I would’ve done!" he whispered back.

"That’s what friends are for, right? You’ll never be alone as long as Charles and I run around!" I said and Pierre laughed "You did amazing, for Anthoine!"

"For Anthoine!" he whispered back and together we looked for Charles.

"You won in Monza, Charlie bear! I’m so proud of you!" I almost screamed it and Charles just laughed, hair still damp from the shower.

"And you won in Nuremberg! Your second home race! I’m even more proud of you!" he answered and I smiled at him.

“So big party tonight?" I asked and he just shook his head "It’s Monza? Ferraris home race? Come on!"

"Yeah we’ll have a drink later on and then go to a club, but nothing big planned. Not after…" he said and I sighed.

"Yeah… I understand." I answered and he nodded.

"What are your plans?" he asked and I just shrugged.

"I’m driving home with Dad. I’m not in the mood for celebrating…" I said and Charles cocked an eyebrow.

"Are you okay, Lizzie? You seem a bit off?" he asked and I shook my head.

"I’m good, don’t worry! Just tired!" I lied and Charles looked at me for a while before he nodded.

"I know you Lizzie, somethings off… you know you can tell me?" he said.

"I know Charles, I know! But it’s nothing! Really!" I smiled at him. Today was the first time since Assen that Salva Díaz was again at a press conference. He kept on starring at me the entire time, he didn’t ask any questions. Just him being there gave me the chills anyway. But I haven’t told anyone what happened between us and I wasn’t planning on doing it now.

"Okay…" Charles sighed and I nodded "I have to go now, the team’s waiting!"

"Have fun, Charlie bear! And hug Seb for me! He needs it after his race!" I said and Charles smiled.

"I will, I promise!" he said before he ended the call right as Dad walked in.

"Ready?" he asked and I nodded.

"Yep, let’s go!" I answered and we left the hotel and got in our car, making our way back home.

"How’s Ben?" Charles asked me as I studied the sheets for my final press conference of the season "I haven’t seen him around in a while."

"Yeah, well he’s studying and I don’t even know if he’s that interested in me racing…" I answered a little confused, why would he ask for Ben? I thought about the last time I saw Ben and how he asked me a million questions about Daniel.

"Well he’s definitely not only interested in your racing!" he answered and I laughed, so I’m not the only one seeing the way he checked out Daniel all the time "I think he’s more interested in something else or should I say someone else?"

"So you realised it too? Then maybe I should encourage him to do the next step…" I said and Charles swallowed hard and I looked up "Are you okay?"

"Yeah! Sure! If you want it to happen then you should definitely encourage him to do the next step." he answered and got up from the sofa "I have to call Sylvia because of some PR stuff. I’ll be right back." and with that he left the room.

Charles POV:

She really has feelings for Ben. And I just encouraged her to encourage him to make the next step. Good job, Charles. I sat on the balcony, shuffling through all the pictures of us on my phone. How could I be so stupid and wait this long before telling her how I felt? Of course someone else would show up! It’s Lizzie. She’s not just the most beautiful and sweet girl I’ve ever met. She’s also funny, bold, caring, loving, smart. She’s perfect. All her little flaws, like the fact that she has not a lot of patience, her chaotic being, her crazy mind at times, it all makes her even more perfect. And I idiot waited too fucking long to finally tell her that I love her. Only her. Always have. Always will. And now I have to watch her fall in love with Ben, out of all people it has to be her managers son, and all I can do is pretend to be happy for her. Good. Fucking. Job. Charles. But on the other hand. Like this our friendship won’t be ruined by her not reciprocate my feelings and also if we would try it together but soon realise it’s not working out, there won’t be any weird feelings. Our friendship would be intact and I would still have her in my life. And that is the most important thing. Having her in my life. As long as I had her, all was good. Now I just had to find a way to stop this feeling eating me up alive. And all would be good.

"Lizzie! Congrats! 6 wins, 2 second places and 2 DNFs… what a season! What are your thoughts on being the first WSeries winner?" Ted Kravitz asked and I couldn’t contain my smile. I just won the WSeries season 2019. I was the champion. I had done it. And it felt amazing.

"It’s an amazing feeling! That’s for sure! I was sceptical at the beginning of the season, creating a series for only female drivers instead including us in the already well known highest series wasn’t showing inclusion, rather then segregation, but now I think we showed the world that we as girls or women can race just as good as our male counterparts and maybe in some years in the future the way for a woman or a girl is paved to make it up into Formula 1 and show that we are able to compete in the highest class of motorsports!" I said and the crowd cheered loudly my name.

This would be a day I would remember forever.

"Who’s the girl who can’t keep her hands off of Charles?" I asked Joris who followed my look and sighed.

"That’s Camille. She went with us to school. She always had a thing for Charles. He never noticed but yeah lately he seemed to get it and for some strange reason he’s not appalled by it…" Joris answered and as Camille pulled Charles face to hers and kissed him and he didn’t pushed her off my heart clenched together for a moment before it shattered into a million little pieces.

"Yeah… he’s definitely not appalled…" I mumbled and downed my Tequila Sunrise and then finished off Charles abandoned Moscow Mule. Then I got up and walked straight to the bar.

"3 Tequila shots." I shouted to the bartender who nodded and poured me my shots which I downed one by one. Then I ordered another Tequila Sunrise for now and told the bartender to serve another one in the next 15 minutes at our table.

"You should slow down a bit, Lizzie. You haven’t eaten much tonight…" Joris said and I just shook my head.

"I’m fine, I can handle it!" I said as I watched Camille and Charles dance together, bodies grinding on each other. I downed the rest of my drink as the waiter served me my next one already "What a nice evening to celebrate the end of the year, Joris!" I mumbled and downed the new drink even faster than the last one. It wasn’t even close to midnight as I got up and grabbed my bag.

"Where are you going?" Joris asked and got up as well.

"I’m leaving. I don’t feel that great. And I don’t want to be the fifth wheel. You have your date and Charles has his new girlfriend. I’m leaving and go home!" I answered and Joris looked at me with a hint of pity in his eyes "It’s fine, Joris." I said and kissed his left and then right cheek before heading for the door.

"You’re not saying goodbye to Charles?" Joris asked with big eyes but I just shrugged my shoulders and left the club, not even caring that I ran into someone.

Outside I almost tripped down the stairs, someone helped me but I just didn’t care, I got in a taxi and drove to Charles flat, where I used the spare key he gave me. Using it never felt wrong, but tonight… tonight it did so I put it on the counter and went to the guest bedroom, packed my bag and wrote a little note for Charles. Then I laid it under the spare key and left the flat while tears were streaming down my face.

Charles POV:

As I saw Lizzie’s bright smile that could take me to another planet every damn time I saw it, I knew I had to do something, I couldn’t stop staring at her beauty and I wanted to just kiss her, so when Camille approached I didn’t dodged her like usually, I let it happen, but after a short conversation where I tried my best not to stare at Lizzie, Camille kissed me and although it felt wrong I didn’t stop her. Maybe this was the way to get over the feelings I had for Lizzie. Maybe this was my way out.

After some more dances I looked over at Joris again, talking with his date, no Lizzie next to him. I walked over and he looked up.

"Where is Lizzie?" I asked and he only shook his head.

"She didn’t wanted to be the fifth wheel and left, she said she would go home." Joris answered and I called Lizzie immediately. The call went straight to her voicemail.

Another try. Voicemail. What’sApp. No answer. iMessage. No answer. Maybe she was asleep already? My heart clenched, this would be the first New Year’s Eve in over 10 years that we wouldn’t spent together. I hated it. And as the clock stroked midnight and Camille kissed me, my only thought was Lizzie. And where she was. Not even 30 minutes later I left the club, telling Camille I had some sponsor meeting early in the morning but promising her to call her the next day. Back home I opened the door, wondering why it wasn’t locked.

"Lizzie?" I whispered when I walked into the guest bedroom to found it empty "Lizzie? Are you in the bathroom?" I knocked on the door but it was unlocked and the room behind it empty. Where was she? I walked into my room. Empty. Living room. Empty. The last stop was the kitchen. But she wasn’t here either. As I turned to leave the room, my eyes were catching on the spare key and the note under it.

"Charles.

I left because I thought you might want to have some alone time with your new girlfriend tonight. Didn’t felt right to keep the key when you’re having her over.

Happy New Year.

Lizzie."

Left where? My new girlfriend? Camille? She wasn’t my girlfriend? We made out a little, which was a mistake, but that was it. I took out my phone and called her again. But this time the call was answered.

"Charles?" my mum asked and I was confused.

"Maman? Why do you have Lizzies phone?" I asked her.

"Uhm, Lizzie showed up here, 20 minutes ago. She’s drunk Charles, really drunk. She didn’t look happy either. And she was half frozen! I made her a hot tea and now she’s in bed! What happened? She was with you I thought?" she whispered it as if not to disturb Lizzie.

"We were, she said to Joris she didn’t felt to good and left, I was dancing with a… with a friend and hadn’t realised that she was gone…" I mumbled and put my shoes back on "I’m on my way."

"No! Please stay at home, Charles." Mum said and I swallowed hard "I’m sorry, but I could clearly see that Lizzie was upset, no sad would be more fitting, and she must’ve cried a lot! So whatever happened, I want to talk to her alone, maybe she’ll open up to me!"

"Ok." I whispered "Take care of her. Love you." I hung up. Taking my shoes off, walking back into my bedroom, got out of my clothes and laid down in my bed. What happened that she left so abruptly? And what happened after that? Why did she leave my place? Left the key? What’s going on? My phone vibrates and I checked it immediately, but was disappointed when it was a message from Camille and not Lizzie.

"Tonight was amazing. Thank you! I’m so happy it finally happened between us!"

I swallowed hard. Camille is a nice girl, but I had no feelings for her. But maybe I could give it a try…

"What happened last night? It seemed like Charles didn’t know where you were when he called?" Pascale asked me and I just shrugged "Oh come on, ma petite fille! You know you can tell me everything, Lizzie!"

"I didn’t like being the fifth wheel…" I mumbled, taking a sip of my tea.

"Fifth wheel?" she cocked an eyebrow and I just nodded.

"Joris had his date. Charles had his girlf… Charles had a date as well… and yeah I didn’t like being the fifth wheel." I answered and Pascale looked at me confused.

"Charles had a date?" she asked and I took another sip of my tea.

"Yup…" I sighed and Pascale stroked my arm "I know I shouldn’t just left the club and walk drunk through Monaco. But yeah…"

"It’s okay, Lizzie. But you can’t do something like that again, it’s dangerous!" she said and I nodded "Charles called like a hundred times, I think he will show up eventually in the next minutes.”

"Ok…" I answered and went straight to the bathroom. After a quick shower I pulled on the leggins and sweater Pascale gave me, checked myself in the mirror and brushed my teeth. I could hear the door and shuffling in the hallway, hushed French.

"I talked to her, she’s ok. She’s in the bathroom."

"Why did she leave? And why was she crying?"

"Oh Charles, you know why! Who was that date of yours? You want to tell me something?"

"Date? I met Camille, from school, you remember?"

"Unfortunately I do, yes."

"Yeah well we hung out a little, she’s nice."

"Whatever."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, Charles. Wait in the living room. I’ll make tea."

I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. I can do this. I can face him.

"Ma belle! I was so worried!" Charles jumped off of the sofa and hugged me "What happened? Why did you leave?"

"I didn’t feel well, I was drunk, bored and the being the fifth wheel sucked. So I left." I said and sat down in the armchair. The farest away from where he was sitting down, he looked at me confused and then scooted closer on the sofa.

"You weren’t the fifth wheel!" Charles expressed but I just scoffed.

"You left to get a round of shots and never returned. The next thing I saw was that girl shoving her tongue down your throat and your hands all over her! Joris next to me was flirting away with his date! And I just sat there alone. So yeah. I drank a bit and then I felt sick and left." I said it fast and Charles just sighed.

"Yeah, about that, Camille and I used to go to school together. We talked for a while and then I don’t know… maybe the alcohol did the rest…" he mumbled and I cocked an eye brow. What alcohol, he barely drank from his Moscow mule. But I decided to let it go. At the end of the day I had no right to be mad at him. So I swallowed the bile down, that began to rise up my throat and nodded.

"It’s okay. I was drunk myself and made stupid decisions… but she seemed nice and she’s really pretty! So if you like her. Go for it." I said it with a smile, trying to sound genuine even tho it hurt saying it.

"Yeah well, we’ll see." he answered as Pascale appeared with some more tea.

"I guess we will…" I said and drank my tea in silence. I had to accept the fact that Charles would have a girlfriend from now on in his life. A girlfriend that’s not me. A girlfriend that is so much prettier than I am, so much more fitting for a rising star in F1 and future World Champion. But if he would be happy, I would be happy too. For him. Because that is what was the most important for me: his happiness.

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Little Note:

I’m back from my little summer break and here it is, Chapter 6 🥰

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saphronethaleph · 9 months ago

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Blue, White and Pink Blur

“So… if I invert the second piece, I’d get an inverted waveform,” Tails said to himself, twin tails flicking. “But if I want three… oh, of course, I need to make a three-phase waveform! Circular resonance!”

He looked up at the sound of a screeech as Amy skidded to a halt in front of him.

“Hi Amy!” he waved. “What’s up!”

“Uh,” Amy began. “Is Sonic in?”

Tails scratched his head. “That depends?” he replied.

“Depends?” Amy repeated. “What do you mean, it depends? Depends on what?”

“Why you’re here,” Tails replied.

“You mean you’d say he wasn’t here if I was here for the wrong reason?” Amy asked, then paused. “...actually, yeah, I’d believe you’d do that.”

“Well, I might, but it’s not really necessary,” Tails replied. “If you’re here for the wrong reason, Sonic would be out of the house before I finished answering the question.”

Amy nodded, reluctantly. “Yeah, that’s fair too,” she admitted. “That does sound like a Sonic kind of thing.”

She looked down at Tails’s workbench.

“...what are you doing, anyway?” she asked.

Tails held it up. “It’s a new module for the Tornado!” he explained. “Next time Doctor Eggman, Ph.D (killer robots) tries to stop us, I’ll activate the Unrifler! It makes it so that all the bullets fired at the Tornado stop spinning, so they miss.”

Amy looked like she dearly wanted to ask how Tails had pronounced the brackets, but visibly let it go.

“...anyway!” she said. “That’s neat, but I came here for a reason – I wanted to ask Sonic about something, and then maybe why he never told me!”

“Told you what?” Sonic asked, leaning out the window. “Hi Amy! You’re not going to ask me out on a date, right?”

Amy looked contemplative.

“Would you say yes?” she asked.

“No way!” Sonic replied.

“Then no,” Amy replied, with a sigh. “But – look, uh, this actually is about you, Sonic. You know Surge?”

“Oh, yeah, her!” Sonic agreed. “She’s kind of mean sometimes. Kitsunami’s cool – kinda needs to take a chill pill but I know how hard that can be sometimes. But what about her?”

He looked combative. “Has she tried getting revenge on an uncaring world again? We never did properly stop her, Kit took her off and we don’t actually know where she ended up.”

“No, I just… I met her, and we talked,” Amy replied. “It was weird, we were both just out doing grocery shopping, ended up in the same shop… we both like gnocchi, that was a surprise.”

Amy shook her head. “But, uh… did you know she started as a clone of you, Sonic? She said Kitsunami worked it out in his lab…”

“Oh, he’s got a lab?” Tails asked. “That’s cool. I should do a joint paper with him sometime! I bet there’s something we could put together-”

“-not the point!” Amy insisted. “Sorry, Tails. But I kind of feel like I need to ask, because Surge is a girl and you’re not… is she that much of a clone?”

Sonic glanced at Tails, and Tails glanced back.

“Up to you, bro,” Tails said.

“I guess,” Sonic replied. “And, yeah. I guess the guy who made her did some kind of genetic modification and stuff, but that bit’s right.”

“Huh,” Amy said. “Okay, new question. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“How would that go, Amy?” Tails asked.

“I’m open minded!” Amy defended herself.

Sonic tried not to snigger, not quite successfully.

“I don’t mean like that,” Tails replied. “I mean, how would that conversation go? How do you start off with something like that?”

Amy began to answer, stopped, and looked contemplative.

“...okay, yeah,” she said, eventually. “That would be… but still…”

“Does this mean you won’t want to go out with me any more?” Sonic asked, in a hopeful kind of way.

“What?” Amy replied. “Of course I still want to go out with you, Sonic! You’re the best!”

“Darn,” Sonic said, snapping his fingers.

“But yeah, not many people know,” Tails said, drawing Amy’s attention again. “I know. Sonic, obviously. I guess that doctor who made Surge does, and so does she if she’s worked it out… Kit must know, he had the DNA sample to do the test you mentioned… and then there’s you, Doctor Eggman, and Espio-”

“Doctor Eggman – Espio?!” Amy asked, trying to work out which was more surprising. “How-”

“Eh, the Doc’s equal opportunity evil,” Sonic shrugged. “And Espio? Great voice coach, seriously. But apart from that, it’s just those weird mystical entities I’ve fused with. I’d give you a list but we’d be here all week.”

Amy nodded, vaguely.

“I guess that explains, maybe one thing,” she said. “Anyway, I said I wasn’t going to ask you for a date so… I, actually don’t know what to do for the rest of my afternoon.”

Tails thought for a few seconds.

“I’ve got a prototype Extreme Gear to try out?” he suggested. “It’s pink.”

“Sold!” Amy agreed immediately.

(based on a post I spotted going around, which I apparently can't reblog this to for some reason.)

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic and tails #amy rose #transmasc #surge the tenrec

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dreamersbcll · 1 year ago

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“Toxic”

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Tara had built quite a reputation at Blackmore University.

After all, she was a survivor in the recent Woodsboro massacre and sported some kickass scars. She was also a pretty girl with nothing to lose.

And that got her in trouble, a lot.

It wasn’t her fault that she enjoyed partying. That drinking and smoking made her feel alive. And it certainly wasn’t her fault that the boys flocked to her in droves.

She was a pretty girl with nothing to lose. Or at least that’s what they thought.

Every boy who flirted with her, touched her, craved her, was nothing to her. It didn’t matter how many drinks they gave her, or how many times they told her she was pretty. She didn’t care. They were nothing but noise to her.

This most recent party was a Halloween event. What was she supposed to do, not go? She may be just a freshman, but she knew that everybody went to these parties. It was a night of mischief and violence. Right up her alley.

She came home later that night with a red mark on her cheek and smelling like rum. She tried to sneak into the apartment but failed miserably as she tripped and fell over her roommate’s shoes.

“Fuck,” she hissed, rubbing her shin. She was too drunk to deal with random obstacles in her way.

Plus she would wake up Sam. And she didn’t want that.

But it was too late. The kitchen light flickered on and there she was. Her big sister, sitting at the kitchen table, arms crossed.

“Oh. Hi Sam. What’s up?” Tara said, trying to sound nonchalant. The room was spinning around her. How much rum did she have? She didn’t know. She giggled to herself, stumbling to the bathroom.

Sam was having none of it. She reached over and caught Tara by the chin, yanking her back. Tara nearly keeled backward, but her sister caught her, standing her upright.

Her sister examined Tara’s face- the sweaty makeup, the lopsided grin, and her eyes narrowed at the red mark on Tara’s face. A slap mark.

“What happened?” she growled, her eyes darkening.

Tara looked down, wincing at the grip Sam had on her chin. “Uh, I got slapped. But it was probably because I stole a bottle of rum from this guy named Carter. It’s my fault for being drunk and stupid, don’t worry Sam,” she nervously said, smiling despite the dark look in her sister’s eyes.

That didn’t work.

Sam let go of her, standing up and making her way to the door. Tara stumbled after her and caught Sam around the wrist.

“No, Sam, it's okay. Really. It’s just a mark. I’ll be fine,” she stuttered, trying to pull Sam back with all her might.

Her sister whipped around, grabbing Tara by the shoulders. “He hit you, Tara. That’s not okay. Nobody should be touching you. You’re mine. Nobody else’s. I’m going to go show him that, okay?”

Tara sighed, rubbing her face in exasperation. “I am yours. I know that. Do you know that?”

Her sister nodded once, eyes focused on something else. She was drifting. Tara needed her focused on the task at hand. Sam had to be clear minded and ready. Otherwise this would never work.

“Can I watch this time? You never let me watch. I’ll be quiet, I promise,” Tara begged softly, pouting a bit.

Sam paused for a minute, weighing her options. Finally, she let go of Tara, reaching into the broom closet for the second costume. She tossed it to Tara, her costume in hand.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just make sure you tie your hair up so we don’t leave evidence, okay?”

Tara nodded gleefully, her eyes darkening with pleasure. “Can I make the call this time? You did it all the last three times. You lack creativity, you know that?” she complained, a drunken smile creeping through her face.

Groaning, Sam tossed her the voice modulator. “I don’t lack creativity, jackass. I aim to torture, not just kill. Now get dressed and let go. I want to dump this body in a different place so the police don’t catch on.”

“What about that last guy? Duncan? The one who pulled my hair? You just scalped him and left him there. That was boring. I would’ve done it differently,”.

Sam rolled her eyes. “The last time I let you take control was with that Peter dude. You cried when you got blood on your face. Never again, dummy. Now let's go!”

“Yeah Yeah. Let’s go,” Tara parroted, slipping the mask on.

The two sisters exited into the night, their weapons in hand.

Halloween was always so fun.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #codependent killers #something fun #ao3 author #my writing tag

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orange-s-0-da · 6 months ago

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Had our first meeting in real life for Create Motion

What we did was basically catch up over food and continue with the modules.

I think I enjoy meetings where there is food . Let’s not even get to the quantity of the food we ordered. I love when my plate is full fr fr.Going forward all my meetings need to have food included 😂.I become more active 😊 .We talked about so many things but the highlight of it all was catching up with our girl chan☺️☺️. We also went on on managing our own 9-5’s and how to go about it , the struggles I mean being a woman trying to secure the bag is a lot and I am thankful I have a support system that lets me know ………well I am doing the doing things and doing them well.

All in all it was a good experience

Ofcourse after the food we asked the waiter

If the restaurant had a social media manager the answer was no …… I mean you have three social media managers right in front of you …… part two loading

#aesthetic restaurants business business meeting

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achillesmonochrome · 2 years ago

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Sada headcanons~

(Executive Dysfunction is kicking my ass so I did this instead.)

A bunch of headcanons about Professor Sada, these headcanons are from "With what we know about canon we could deduce-" to "because I said so." Don't take any of these too seriously.

Her mother was young when she got pregnant, and because she didn't feel ready to be a mother, she decided to give her for adoption. However for legal issues she got delayed being available as a baby, ending up bouncing on the foster system instead.

Her first pokemon was a Larvesta. Everyone thought it was dumb because it takes so long to evolve, and she stuck to her decision even more just to prove everyone wrong.

Her favourite flower are roses, is also her favourite fragrance.

Was rocking a half-shaved hairstyle in her teenage years, and complained a lot to Turo when she was asked to change it once she went into the field.

She constantly got into fights when she was in school; a lot of times she was placed in homes with too many kids fighting for attention, making her get into the habit of fighting other kids, mostly to avoid trying to look weak.

Gym rat, she listens to audio books of readings of her own documents while she is working out; insisting that it helps her to think.

Can't stay awake too late, even if she tries she eventually goes out like a light. Turo used to make fun of her for it. In return, Sada made fun of his 'raccoon eyes' (the man is a night owl and often has insomnia.)

Likes golden jewellery the most.

Loud, very loud. She learned how to module her voice once she became an adult, but even to her last year of school she was told in presentations "Miss Sada, I appreciate the enthusiasm but you don't need to yell."

A Perfectionist, she also gets easily envious of other people that are better than her.

Her favourite type are dragons.

She had the Scarlet book since she was a little girl, and it has been one of the few possessions she has been able to keep.

Neither of them knew it, but Sada is actually Iono's aunt. (Yes, I have an explanation as to how in-universe. I am not writing that little story because feels too long. If you want to know the reason why I made it this way, is because both of them have fangs.)

Socially inept, her passion and beauty normally makes up for it, at least in most social settings. She never had many friends.

Feral Bisexual.

Was best friend's with Juliana's/Florian's mom in middle school (Yes, I know they are suppose to be from Galar, I have an explanation for it. I am just not giving the long version here.)

Can't cook to save her life; she never had anyone teaching her, and when she had the chance to learn on her own lost patience often, or ended up focusing in something else. Survives out of healthy smoothies and some take out. Knows a few tricks to make a mean ramen though.

Likes outdoors; when she has the chance she would study outside under the sun, and preferred sights with nice views (the lighthouse lab is right beside the ocean, the office that is now Clavell's has big windows even if is technically a lab.)

Very loopy when she doesn't sleep, and was always the give away about her inability to stay up too late.

Can speak Spanish.

Likes spicy food.

Multiple times, has taken Turo on her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She will deliberately walk him in front of people if possible just to say "See how ridiculous this is? Go to sleep at a decent hour next time nerd."

(Yes, she is a nerd, yes, she still calls Turo that.)

Can quote the Scarlet book with ease, she has memorized the biographies of the members of that expedition, as well as absorbed every detail about the Area Zero that she could find.

Both her and Turo were squealing in glee at the idea of going to Area Zero. During their first time being down, they quoted to each other their respective books. (Yes I also have an explanation for this, and I will post about it soon.)

Had fantasized about seeing different events from the past (the ancient pokemon times, the expedition to the Area Zero, before her mother gave her up- etc.)

Was young when she got pregnant with Arven, low twenties young I mean.

Speaks to her Larvesta (now Volcarona) like it is a puppy.

Really good dancer.

That's it for now? I may talk about Turo's soon, though I have less than with Sada to be honest.

#professor sada #professor turo #lakehouseshipping #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarvi #pokemon scarvio #sada pokemon #turo pokemon #larvesta #volcarona #iono #iono pokemon

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daceydeath · 2 years ago

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Dance Partner

Pairing: Jaemin x reader Word Count: 3.6k Genre: Fluff, Slow burn romance, crushes to lovers Warnings: Swearing, terrible dance terminology, make out session

You managed to secure a very sort after spot in a dance course that many back up dancers wanted to be a part of, you only wanted the experience but after meeting him maybe you want a lot more than just dancing skills.

You were not a hip hop dancer, back up dancer or street dancer, not like many of the other girls in the class, but you didn't care you only took this course as a way to expand your abilities and hopefully have some fun. Quite a few of the others had had work as back up dancers in either music videos, variety shows or on stage which was something you were not ashamed to admit that you did not but the way they behaved as though they were so much better than you stung especially since you were not actually that bad at it. Some were quite sweet and you would go and get coffee or a drink after your class, depending on the finish time, to celebrate a job well done. But the biggest perk of joining this class had been the very attractive guys that also happened to also be dancers, one of which made your heart race like a silly teenage girl every time he paused to tie his hair back. You were too old to be having crushes on men that would never want you, men like Jaemin who were far out of your league.

"Now we have finished the group module of the course we will be entering the partnered module, you are required to partner up with someone in the class and choreograph then perform an entire piece for your peers" Your instructor started looking around the room at you all "This will need to be done before Tuesday nights class as we will begin the choreography portion and rehearsals from then. I will give you an option of three songs to chose from at that time as well, good luck". You felt your nerves rise in your throat when you thought about it, there were five of you that had become friends which was not enough for you all to pair off and being as they were all hip hop dancers you felt they would probably move to pair up with each other since you were the least experienced and you couldn't blame them but you knew that come Tuesday you would to partner up with the one person who was left over whoever they were. Packing your stuff you joined your friends as you went to grab a late night snack hoping that they could give you some ideas even if they weren't actually your partner. "I bet half of them are still following the guys from class around, did you see that there was an update to the instructions that we need to let the instructor know who you have partnered up with so she can post the teams in advance?" Ji asked poking her tteokbokki with her chopstick. "They are probably all chasing down Jaemin" Sana laughed picking up her drink and putting on a fake whiny voice "Please Jaemin, I can't partner up with anyone else" "Probably" you agreed chuckling at her over dramatic rendition of the more ridiculous members of your class, although secretly agreeing with them he was one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. "I'm assuming you haven't asked anyone to partner with you yet then?" Momo asked raising her eyebrow at you. "No I haven't bothered I will just go with whoever is left over unless someone asks me first" you shrugged spearing another rice cake with a toothpick as she rolled her eyes at you.

"You know that it doesn't actually matter how well she does in this class it is purely for fun so it doesn't actually matter who she ends up with?" Ji added looking at Momo as if to remind her that you weren't going to use this on your CV. "Yeah that's right you never did mention how you got into such a sought after course without being a professional dancer" Sana blurted turning all attention back to you.

"I'm not a professional hip hop dancer or back up dancer I never said I wasn't a professional dancer in general" you sighed taking anther sip of your soju, although you had become friends you had never actually told them much about you it had been a friendship based on helping each other in class and laughing at the over dramatic girls. "Oh my god!" Momo almost shrieked before leaning in close to whisper to you "are you a stripper?". "No Momo, Jeez, it's nothing like that" you blinked bewilderingly "That is seriously the first type of dancing you thought of?" Sana and Ji roared with laughter as your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. "Sorry" Momo giggled looking slightly ashamed of herself. You read the message on your phone three times before even responding to her your mind going quite blank. Unknown Number: Hey, this is Jaemin from dance class, can you call me when you get the chance? "I'm a ballet dancer" you replied softly feeling too many things at once to fully comprehend "I dance with the Korean National".

"You are fucking kidding me you're a ballerina? Like a real ballerina? Why are you slumming it with us small time dancers?" Ji's shocked voice snapped you out of the thoughts in your head. "Yes I am an actual ballerina and I am not slumming it I'm trying to expand my abilities" you smiled looking at her fondly "Doing other genre's of dance and movement is actually quite helpful in developing your talent".

"Still you are probably more qualified than anyone in the room and you just let those bitches treat you like that?" Sana questioned still surprised.

"To be honest I don't care what that chick who once danced on stage with fifty other people as a back up dance for Stray Kids says" you shrugged again "but what I do care about is getting back home, I have show rehearsals tomorrow so I need my sleep".

You waved as you left knowing that you would call the person alleging to be Jaemin as soon as you got back to your apartment to see if it was really him or a joke being played on you. You hoped it was the former but didn't get your hopes up too high, slipping off your shoes you padded towards your lounge area and sat down taking a few deep breaths before pulling your phone from your pocket and dialing the number.

"Hello?" his sweet voice answered softly.

"Hi Jaemin?" you asked nervously.

"Yeah it is, hi, I didn't want to rush you to call but I got your number from your friend Hana" he explained seeming a little bit nervous himself.

"That's fine Jaemin I don't mind you having my number" you replied feeling your face heat up at your admission.

"Great, I wanted to speak to you about this partnered module" he started his voice seeming to relax as he continued "If you haven't already paired up with anyone I was wondering would you like to partner with me?"

"Of course Jaemin, I would really like that, I haven't found a partner yet I haven't even asked anyone yet to be truthful" you grinned.

"Really? no one has asked you at all yet?" his voice sounded surprised but you ignored it, it was probably your imagination he was just pleased you agreed that was all. "Did you want to meet up for coffee tomorrow to talk about any ideas we have and that sort of thing?"

"Yes, but it needs to be after 2pm I have work until then" you almost stumbled over your words as your heart sped up thinking you would really be alone with Jaemin on a coffee date, no not date, coffee meeting.

"That's completely fine, did you want to text me when you're finished and we can decide where to go then?" He asked sweetly.

"Sounds good Jaemin" you smiled "see you then" he hung up leaving you feeling like you were going to burst with excitement. Jaemin the most beautiful man you had ever seen and an incredibly talented dancer wanted to partner with you, who was just you.

You had butterflies the whole next morning in the lead up to seeing Jaemin, so much so you had been scolded possibly a dozen times by either you director, peers or stage manager for not being focused enough but you didn't let it bother you. As you were getting ready to leave you bowed an apology and swore that you would never be as distracted again before scurrying away to text him you had finished.

"Hey Jaemin, I have finished for the day where would you like to meet?"

You sat and waited on a bench in the sun hoping he would get back to you still wanting to meet up and not tell you it had all been a joke, which you really didn't think he would do but you had so much more self doubt about men than you did about anything else, after 10 minutes your phone rang pulling you from the musings in your head.

"Hey, I'm sorry to keep you waiting" he apologizes before you can even fully answer "I'm near the dance studio is that close to where you are?"

"Yeah I'm probably a 15 minute walk from there I'm near the SAC currently" you explain collecting your things to start the journey to the studio.

"Oh I'm that side of the dance studio too how about we just meet up at the Starbucks near the station there?" He suggested sweetly as you smiled in excitement.

"I will meet you there then Jaemin".

When you walked into Starbucks you couldn't contain your smile, or your relief, when you saw Jaemin looking at his phone, his earbuds in and tapping his foot on the floor. Although you didn't think Jaemin would have been cruel enough to ever set you up to have your heart broken it was still a relief that he was actually here and actually waiting for you. He looked up at that moment meeting your eyes and smiling back waving you over to the table he was at.

"I ordered you an ice latte, I know you often have those" He smiled as you sat down.

"Oh thank you" you chirped feeling a little breathless now you were just one on one with him "Can I ask why you wanted to partner with me?" you asked suddenly making him look slightly surprised and confused.

"Because you're an amazing dancer, I know this isn't your style per say but I can tell that you have had training and years of it" he replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh, I didn't think anyone in the course thought I was particularly good" you mumbled slightly embarrassed.

"You mean those girls who just talk shit the whole time? They aren't that good themselves" he rolled his eyes laughing musically. "I'll let our instructor know we have paired up".

When Tuesday night rolled around and everyone was asked to get into their pairs to select a song and begin work shopping your ideas for what you would be doing, the look of shock and anger that made its was through half the class was astounding to watch. Everything started out like normal people chatting quietly as they tried to figure out who the partners were going to be but that turned quickly when Jaemin walked you your side waiting for your instructor to give out the song choices.

"Why would he pick her?" hissed one nastily.

"What did she pay him?" another whispered venomously making you feel sick but Jaemin didn't waiver, just guiding you further from them with his hand softly resting on your lower back.

"Ignore them they are just jealous of you" he whispered into your ear.

"Yeah of me being beside you nothing else" you muttered bitterly to soft for him to hear.

Your instructor sharply silenced everyone by giving you your final instructions, she had decided on the tracks leaving you turning to Jaemin for him to decide he was the stronger dance so it made sense to you that he would chose the song and you would go with the flow.

"I'm thinking we go with BTBT, it's a little bit more what I want for the vibe of our choreography." he smiled leaning closer so you could hear him over the others in the class.

"Sure, I am happy to go with whatever you think would work best" you grinned back watching his eyes light up as you let him take the lead in this project "Where did you want to start?"

"I had an idea that if you want we can do practice later at night, I am part of a company and I already cleared it with them that we can use one of the rooms there" he explained seriously "I know this class isn't as important to you but I really need the best possible recommendation so they said we can use it one many two nights a week".

"That's great Jaemin, but I could probably get us a practice as long as you weren't fussed about a little bit of travel and we could use it as often as we need" you smiled hopeful at the idea that you were not only helping him but also going to be spending time with him.

"That would be even better, but how far is a little bit of travel?" he tilted his head looking at you excitedly.

"The SAC complex, it's where I work so I have access to the dance studios and facilities there" you swallowed nervously hoping he wouldn't dislike the idea too much.

"You work at the Seoul Arts Center? yeah then we can definitely practice there" he beamed looking both excited and awed by the whole idea. "Gives us more time to practice which gives us more time to perfect it".

By Friday night you had cleared with your ballet director and your instructors that you would be using the soloists practice rooms at night for the course work that you were doing with Jaemin, all had been supportive of the idea that you expand you dance knowledge and abilities provided there was no true risk of injury to you, so you waited for Jaemin in the lobby of the center so you could show him where things were before you started.

"Hi" you waved as he walked into the lobby looking slightly lost.

"Hey" he nodded "I wasn't expecting like security and stuff at the door".

"I told them you were coming they should have just let you straight in?" you frowned slightly not wanting to cause him trouble.

"Oh they did it was just odd, like coming to see someone like a celebrity or someone truly important" he mumbled but you chose to pretend you didn't hear him in favor of leading him further into the building.

"I'll give you the tour so you are at least a little bit familiar with the place" you walked on with him following closely behind "So we are to the left of the lobby and down two flights of stairs there is a lift which I'll show you on the way out that is easier to leave from" you opened the stairwell door and lead him down to the studio levels.

"Wow how many studios are down here?" he whistled looking a the hallway of doors.

"There are ten in total one supersized one, four large, three medium studios and two what we call soloist studios which are just a small studio. We are working in one of them since there are only two of us". you explained "at the end of the hall is the bathrooms and change rooms so you can shower afterwards if you want to and there are vending machines around the floors but it would be better if you bought your own snacks, they are pretty expensive". You listed everything off on your fingers before letting him into the studio you had booked revealing at standard wood floor, wall of mirrors, a few chairs and a large ballet bar the took up the back wall.

"This is perfect" he nodded wide eyes before turning back to you "should we get started?"

You had simply gone over ideas that first practice, some steps he wanted to use that you picked up quickly and after you had finished and showed him where the dancers elevators were that would lead you almost straight to the car park he had driven you home so you were safe since it was close to midnight. You arranged to meet him each night until you needed to perform for your peers, as long as it was after hours of work for both of you it would be fine. Jaemin had mentioned he was a trainee, he wanted to be an idol so this class was important to him which you understood and were willing to go above and beyond so he could get the best recommendation from the instructor.

For the next weeks worth of nights it was simply business, you met up went over ideas and put the choreography together bit by bit until you had pretty much half the song done, Jaemin had obviously put a lot of thought into what he wanted and anything you thought you could add to that you did. But the Friday that marked the first whole week you had been working together felt different to you both of you had talked about your lives as dancers and trainees, you had spoken briefly about family, your career dreams but nothing too personal. You had managed to get past the butterflies and breathlessness of your crush as you got to know him, just happy to spend time with him. Stopping the music for a moment Jaemin called break time so you could both grab some water and cool down after a hard couple of runs through what you had come up with so far.

"I was thinking after that last crunch you could spin to the left then I'll crouch slightly and you jump into my arms, I'll swing you so you can throw your head back towards the floor and do a 1, 2, set of kicks before I lower you back down" Jaemin explained showing how he would be standing and the direction he would swing using your momentum.

"We can try that" you nodded thinking things over before you put your water bottle down "I was thinking at another point you could hold my hands above my head while behind me and I could slide into the splits".

"That sounds incredible, jump first then learn the splints move since I assume you can already do the splits" He grinned eyes sparkling.

"Sure can we do a few slow attempts so I can get the placement right for you, I don't wanting your straining anything" you smiled trying hard not to look too pleased that he also liked your idea.

Moving to the center of the room Jaemin stood with his legs fairly wide apart and his legs slightly bent and you slowly walked to him blocking out the spin move you would make then turning to him you got his ok before doing the most graceful jump you could into his arms aiming for you to land just off center of his hips, he caught you easily swinging your torso slightly up so you could swing your head down to elongate your neck.

"Ok so here kick your right and then left leg in a fast 1, 2, then I'll swing you over my leg so you are sitting on my thigh" He continued as you looked at how you were positioned in his arms before he continued and turned you to sit facing the other way on his thigh.

You tried the move another 10 times slowly making it work to the beat of the track and the vibe of the already completed choreography deciding to go over everything once more you took your starting positions and went through the whole song until you ended sitting on Jaemin's thigh breathing hard.

"That was perfect" he grinned turning his head toward you.

"You sure?" you asked turning you head towards him not realizing how close you were going to be to his face, his breath skimming over your cheeks as your eyes widened going to move but stopping when Jaemin's lips ghosted across yours. You blinked owlishly at him standing up and turning towards him as he ran his hand through his messy damp hair.

"Shit" he whispered "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that, forgive me" he frowned looking to you with apologetic eyes.

"It's alright Jaemin it was an accident" you mumble feeling both shy and disappointed.

"Expect it wasn't an accident, I...I wanted to kiss you and I'm sorry that I probably fucked up this whole thing now because you will probably be uncomfortable with me" He explained quietly looking at the floor by your feet the whole time.

"You wanted to kiss me?" you blurted before you could stop yourself "Me?"

"Yes you, I have liked you ever the first time I met you" he admitted licking his lips nervously. "But we can forget this ever happened if that will stop any awkwardness if that is easier for you, you are an amazing dancer and I really want this to work out and..." he continued babbling while you processed everything he said.

"I like you too" you smiled stopping him mid sentence.

"Can I kiss you again then?" he stepped towards you cupping your cheek in his hand.

"Yes please" you whispered looking between his eyes and his lips. He smiled his usual dazzling smile before gently tipping your head towards his and pressing his soft lips to yours as you let your arms travel up his chest to clasp behind his neck your fingers toying with his hair.

"You have to let me take you on a date, want you to be my girlfriend" He murmured as you broke for air before pulling you tightly against him and kissing you again his tongue running along the seam of your lips seeking entrance which you gave his, moaning quietly as it slid against your own.

"Please" you murmured against his slightly pink kiss swollen lips making him grin again.

a/n: Thank you for reading as usual any likes, comments and reblogs are cherished, I will be taking a break from any more Xeed fictions for the time being. Thanks again xx

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Legend of Vajra. Chapter 23. Fires on Coruscant

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/109865154

Level 1313 ‘Gangland’

Sergeant Ava Jaxo advanced towards the target with her squad, nervous to be out here in full regalia. Her work was usually undercover, so wearing the Republic standard-issue armor made her stand out.

Sadly, there were few who knew this labyrinthine level’s layout like her girls did, so they’d been the ones dispatched to investigate the build-up. Fortunately, she wore a helmet with a voice modulator, so the chances of her being recognized were slim.

Which was good. Her favorite restaurant was on this level, and she would no longer be allowed if it became known she was with Republic Special forces.

But any hopes they had of the Gangs staying out of the soldiers’ way during the red alert were dashed when they saw the Serroco Mud Stripes.

“Oy! What’re you doing here?” one of them asked, as his friends raised their weapons. “We don’t want your kind here!”

“Listen, the Imps are here on Coruscant again. You remember what they did last time, don’t you?”

“We patrol this sector,” the thug said stubbornly. “No Imps down here. Now leave!”

“We can’t do that. There’s a thermal build-up occurring three blocks away, and we need to investigate it.”

“No dice, bucket heads,” the thug cried. “We’ll look after our own territory. Go play with your Imps someplace else.”

“Sarge? Heat’s building up!” Venta said nervously.

“Please. Please! Look, we don’t mind if you escort us in and out, but we need to check this—”

“No!” the boy screamed. “You had your chance. Now die! Open fire!”

Jaxo grabbed the man and threw him on his compatriots, a sticky bomb taped to his chest. There was an electric discharge, and five thugs went down, stunned. She rolled behind a balustrade to evade their blind shooting. From behind his own cover, Borod fired three times; two more thugs went down, the third only narrowly escaping the shot. Jessie shot two of the stunned men as they tried to rise, Venta shot another. The sound of blaster fire was loud now.

Jaxo took the opportunity to stand and fire at the last of the thugs, she fell to the ground before she could whimper.

“We gotta hurry!” Jaxo whispered. “Others will come in. Jess, call in our reinforcements. Tell them they’ll be walking into a gang war.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Level 1178, Reynault Sector

Sergeant Nevil Kirnold of the Red Bolt closed Marina Benz’s eyes with a sigh. “Goodbye, old buddy. Warm up a seat for me up there. At this rate, I won’t be far behind you.”

Corporal Pide wiped his tears behind him. “We lost seventeen good people here, Sarge. Here, on Coruscant. Why did the Imps come here again? Haven’t they had their fill of blood yet?”

“Apparently not,” Brinia Nole said angrily. “They’re like skep-vultures. Always need more blood and guts.”

“We succeeded in our mission at least. We secured the box. Whatever the fuck’s inside it.”

“Good. Now burn it. And leave the melted ash for the Imps to find, so they know there’s no stealing this from some vault. Jedi’s orders.”

Brinia complied eagerly. “I heard this component costs sixty thousand credits,” she said conversationally. “But there’s no price on imagining the look on the face of whoever’s gotta report this to their Sith overlord.”

The squad forced a tired laugh. Once his order was carried out, and the box reduced to slag, Nevil picked up his drinking buddy. “Let’s go home. Gather up our dead. They get funerals fit for heroes.”

Sector 225, Windswept sector

Corporal Silda Barton felt like scum when she killed the last Imp soldier, who looked much less threatening without her helmet. In fact, she was sobbing her eyes out, begging for mercy.

If only Silda could give it to her. Unfortunately, that wound on her belly was going to kill her anyway; so really, she was doing the other woman a favor.

“Thank you,” was the soldier’s last words… and Silda realized that she had been begging for a different kind of mercy.

“No sweat,” she said casually. “How many did we lose?” She called to her buddy.

“Three. And five Coruscant Guards.”

“In exchange for two squads of Imp Soldiers? I’d say that’s a good trade.”

“And here’s the crate they were trying to make off with. Are you sure you want it fried?”

“Positive. I hear the Jedi in command is just a kid, so no wonder he digs the fried stuff.”

“Copy. I pity his stomach, but copy.”

Level 1313

Jaxo and her squad were within sight of their objective when their luck ran out.

“THEY’RE HERE!” Borod fired on the Trandoshan who’d sounded the alert, but it was too late. A group of Moon Hunters with force pikes converged upon them.

“Fire at will!” Jaxo ordered, and her team began firing at the incoming reptiles. But even as they went down, another group of Serroco rounded the corner, emerging directly between Jaxo’s team and their destination.

Weequay Grayfoots began to appear as well, and more Trandos. That made all three of the major gangs controlling Gangland.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Jaxo cursed as she set her rifle to auto and began swinging it around with her finger pressed on the trigger.

“Sewers?” Jessie asked, after shooting her third Weeq in the eye.

“Bad idea,” Borod said. “It’s tight down there. We enter the sewers like rats, then we get trapped down there like rats. Better if you wait for an opportunity and climb instead.”

“In case you’ve forgotten, I’m in my hundred-ton armor here.”

“Too late. Just shoot your way out if you can.” But the goons had gotten close enough that even their short-ranged blasters were now a threat, so the squad had to fire from cover now. “Damn, I really could use you, hunk.”

“What was that, Jak?”

“I need my emotional support man, okay?”

“Now, of all times, Jak?” Jess asked.

“This one can shoot, alright? I need a nice, strong meat between me and them!”

“We really need to hear your fancies now?!” Venta asked.

“Ignore her, ignore her. She just wants to think about cock in her final moments.”

“Hey! Take that back, Jess! I mean it, Lieutenant Queens is a real badass! And he’s big too!”

“Keep shooting, alright?” Pol begged. “We’re dead if they get any closer!”

“Oh, shit,” Jaxo noticed the danger before it sniped them. Luckily, she didn’t need to break cover to aim at the thugs climbing the fire exit. “Yeah, we really shoulda come down here with more meat—I mean, more bod.” She cursed angrily. “You know what I mean, alright! We’re outnumbered!”

And the odds were just getting worse. Every thug in the sector was converging on their location, and arriving one bunch at a time. Soon, the streets would be covered in dead gang members.

“Who armed them anyway? They’re using pea shooters!”

“We’re at the edge of their territory, remember?” Venta said. “The ones with big guns will be here soon—”

“They’re here,” Najo said tensely. “A few, at least. Nice knowing you, everyone. Jak, I think now’s the time I told you that your cooking always leaves me dropping bombs in the toilet, which the war crimes board might consider ‘chemical weapons.’”

Jaxo’s head turned slowly in his direction, an evil look in her eye. “WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU LITTLE SHIT!?”

“He’s right Jak,” Jess said gently. “If there’s a next life, learn not to use so much Seracha? Or Parvian Habanero?”

Jaxo sighed dramatically. “You ungrateful bastards better hope there’s no next life! I’ll track you down and feed you my famous twelve-course meal for the rest of eternity. Don’t like that? Then don’t fucking die!”

“We love you too, Jak.”

Venta took several hits and went down. “I’m fine!” she cried. “Pea shooter…”

Jaxo risked a quick look around. They were caught in a tight circle now. At least no one was trying to climb the ladders again. Several attackers had larger rifles, but they were still not too many, and they weren’t bold enough—or armored—to come any closer than they had to.

But they were getting there.

Their lines inched forward, and finally they were close enough that the squad was pinned down.

Then the explosions came. But not on them. There were cries from all around them, and the blasters started to focus their fire in a different direction.

Jaxo snuck another peek and sighed with relief. “Cavalry’s here.”

Level 1065, Turanno Sector

Ravel groaned in pain. She had never felt pain like this; that blast had blown away both her legs, and someone had shot her full of holes. And stabbed her for good measure.

She wished she’d taken Breg’s suggestion and sent in scouts, but she had looked around and said ‘No one’s up and about.’ Famous last words, they turned out to be.

Instead, they’d had to fight a desperate last stand as Imps shot them up from all sides.

“Nice try, Republic scum!” the woman in Imp armor sneered. “But we had you outgunned, outnumbered, and outfoxed from the start. We’re taking this cargo and…”

Ravel shook her head. “You shouldn’t have brought the box so close to me, numbskull.” She closed her eyes and hit the dead man’s switch on her detonator, setting off a massive explosion. The last thing she saw was the precious crate on fire. The crate her crew had given their lives to destroy.

All around her, the once-triumphant Imperials began to scream in dismay.

Gev Dubren Sector

Captain Genn sighed, looking at the case in his hand. He did not know when it had happend, but one of the Republic soldiers had managed to shoot a hole in his prize as he made off with it.

“Check it,” Lieutenant Blanche said with weak hope.

But the only thing inside were badly fried microchips. The only batch of such high-end chips on Coruscant was now slag, and they’d somehow have to get a ship past the shield to procure more.

“Tarnis is going to have our heads.”

“Better him than his old man,” Private Boggart said gloomily.

All twelve of his surviving command sighed heavily.

Level 1313

Jaxo’s group was still pinned down for now, but at least there was no one advancing on their position. But the streets were now crowded with thugs, more corpses than live ones. And there were now hundreds of live thugs.

The big guns were also out in full force now, and Jaxo thanked all her lucky stars that the cavalry had arrived when they had.

They’d sent in a force of heavy war droids and a dozen light artillery guns along with heavy commandos, but their advance had also been slowed by all the converging gang armies. It was a brutal firefight now, with plasma raining to and fro in every direction.

“Why are the goons even fighting this hard! At this point, they should be cutting their losses and rebuilding!”

“Trandos,” Borod replied. “Probably them. They’re very territorial. I’ll bet the Rocs and Weeqs are regretting their alliance right about now.”

“Wait…” Najo’s helmet tilted for a second. “I think I hear a Lightsaber!”

“Wait, what?!”

The others listened too; it was true. Jaxo peeked over the edge again, and was treated to the satisfying sight of a Jedi in action. He must be the kid in charge right now; an alien with blue skin and four arms. He held Lightsabers in two of them, keeping his other two free. His blades whizzed through the air so fast they seemed to turn into twenty or thirty extra pairs of hands. It was true; Lightsabers did reflect blaster fire. Dozens and dozens of goons were hit by the ricochets and fell, but the fabled Serroco courage held, as did the Trandos’ territorial zeal.

But the Jedi wasn’t just deflecting; he attacked one cluster after another, leaving fallen thugs all over the place. She… she couldn’t even see him when he was moving.

Were all Jedi like this? Fuck, that was amazing! She needed a few of them for her squad.

“Sarge?” Venta called. “The heat signature…”

“Right. Jess? Take the sewer, head for the source. See what’s in it, and report.”

“Copy! I really hope my olfactory blockers are working…”

Level 1009, Industrial Sector

Sergeant Mera-maosh Suliri counted to three before breaking cover to hurl his last grenade at the enemy. All but two of his Hunting Owls remained, two out of an entire platoon. Three of the enemy went down screaming, injured but probably alive. When he dropped back under cover, his eyes went back to his best friends Nubu-neb Arra, and Tonia Hill, whose lifeless eyes continued to stare at him, just as they had for the past ten minutes.

Somewhere behind the enemy, Nira Bell had finally gone silent, her gutshot finally claiming her life. Her flanking manoeuvre had been brave, but ill-fated. She had been spotted before she’d gotten so much as a shot off, and her friends had been unable to either reach her, or end her suffering.

So many were dead…!

Hamish Stroud took the opportunity Mera-moush had provided to stand and fire several well-placed shots from his rifle. Two more Imps went down, leaving both sides finally equal in number after a lengthy duel. Mera-maosh saw the sniper emerge and tried to warn Mish, but the shot took him through his head.

Howling in rage, Rila emerged and shot down the last one of the remaining infantry, then fired at the sniper himself. But it was no use; the Imp was well out of her rifle’s range.

“Rila, get down!” Mera-maosh called, but she was far beyond reason. She had just watched the sniper kill seventeen comrades from a safe distance after all, and now her best friend of twenty-seven years was dead. She was still firing when she also took a headshot.

Mera-maosh choked back a cry, but stayed in cover. He was the last one remaining.

“Come on out, Republic Dog!” the sniper called. “You can die like a man, at least!”

“Tough talk coming from a chicken who doesn’t even show himself!”

The sniper’s loud laughter was derisive, but it ended with an abrupt scream. Confused, Mera-moush risked a glance, and saw the man fall from his perch. Actually, the perch had been what fell. It was not so steady a nest after all.

But he had made a mistake in thinking the downed men were out of the fight; several shots clipped him in the neck and side, and he fell to the ground gasping. But then he saw something that warmed his heart.

Civvies came out from the woodwork, screaming obscene warcries and falling upon the surviving Imps with a cold fury. The wounded soldiers cried out in fear and pain as they were hacked apart with butcher’s knives and picks. The sniper crawled out from the rubble, but he didn’t last long either. Someone started lobbing heavy crates at him from a window about halfway down. Perhaps the perch hadn’t been unstable after all.

The man grunted each time something hit him, but his final scream was a terrified one, as he saw an antique piano falling towards him. There was a loud crash, along with the off-note sound of keys playing one last time.

With peace descending on the battlefield, he got a good look at the battlefield at last. The corpses of his comrades of three tours littered the streets, many missing large holes in their faces. Damn that sniper!

But on the other side, the Imps had also been wiped out, having been taken by surprise and finished off like chickens in a trap before their sniper managed to get into position.

Memories of the desperate firefight filled his mind, as did the names and faces of all his dead comrades, who would have died for nothing had the civilians not stepped up.

“It’s okay, soldier!” he heard someone cry, and he got turned about by a kind-looking Devaronian woman. “We’ve got you.”

He grabbed her hand weakly. “Tell them…” he whispered. “Tell them that the Hunting Owls did our duty. Tell them… we fought. To the end. To the fucking end. Do what we did. No surrender next time. No more treaties of Coruscant. Till victory, or death. Tell them.”

Others had started to gather around him as his vision began to fade. He thought he heard the sound of weeping, as well as the sirens of police speeders.

“For… for Coruscant.”

Jessina Trell tried not to think about the squelching noises and dirty water that reached till knee-high.

At least it wasn’t coming in contact with her skin yet. She really shouldn’t have suggested the sewers. After a lot more time than she wished, she reached another ladder, and climbed out of the hole. The cover took a lot of work to push out, and when she was finally out, she had to double back as stealthily as she could.

With the armor making her stand out so badly, she had no choice but to ditch it, letting it drop back into the open sewer. Hopefully the clothes she wore underneath wouldn’t draw nearly as much attention.

She looked around; she was in an alley, and could see a never-ending stream of thugs surging towards Jaxo and the others. They were stupid. That Jedi would get them all.

She couldn’t risk getting onto the streets, she’d be caught in no time, and skulking around was a bad idea. So, she took Borod’s suggestion and began climbing. Luckily, she had been a champion freerunner until losing her crown just the previous month.

She took one look at the architecture here, and knew she was playing on easy mode. There were plenty of handholds, sturdy pipes, cables and other things she could use. She ran up a wall, then double jumped onto the windowsill. Leaping into the air, she took hold of a pipe and flipped onto it. Then she ran along the pipe, making straight for a cable. She jumped at a run and caught it. At the peak of her swing, she let go and flipped again, catching the balcony ledge on the other side. She jumped from balcony to balcony, ignoring the trash piled in them since her feet never touched the floor.

Finally, she used another cable to get her to the building on the other side. Her destination.

She entered the building from a window, and snuck in quietly, hoping to find some nice boots before she left. It was hot here; she could feel her skin heat up.

She crept around, following her sensor to the source of the heat… and sighed when she reached it. “This is Jess,” she whispered into her comm. “No weapon here. Just some homemade furnaces. I think they’re cooking something here. Wait… I don’t believe it. They’re refining spice! Here, of all places! Looks like drastic measures to me, in response to the lockdown. I know it’s not the objective, but I’m shutting this place down. Luckily, she’d held onto her high-yield detonator. She set it for two minutes and bolted.

But just as she reached the window, she heard someone emerging from a door to the right. On instinct, she aimed her gun at the door… only to hesitate when she saw a kid standing there. No older than twelve.

But the kid had a gun, and when he noticed her hesitation, he went for it.

Jess managed to shoot it out of his hand but was too rattled at having to shoot at a kid to notice the figure emerge from the door behind her, a figure who shut her mouth with a large palm and yanked her backwards. She felt a dagger plunge deep into her back, but her scream failed to leave her throat.

Her killer let her fall, and she saw another kid, this time around fifteen. But from his eyes, she saw that hers wasn’t the first life he had taken.

“This is Jess… they got me. I’m sorry.”

The last thing she heard was the roar of an explosion, and an approaching wall of flame.

Carrick Station

Eless’iabarra fiddled with her lekku as she watched the news. She’d been deployed to Alderaan the last time her home had been attacked, and today she was caught in between deployments. Her unit should have left three hours ago, but all pending movements were put on hold in case Coruscant needed assistance. Already, four battalions’ worth of heavy troopers previously on Carrick Station had been ordered there.

There was little news from Coruscant, except for brief statements released each day.

Instead, they had to watch stations from Corellia and other worlds speculate on what was really going on.

The current anchor, Lutha Rimber. was speculating on the last press release.

“Imperial Black Ops have clashed with Republic Military and Coruscant Guards in thirty locations all over the capital. We still don’t know what they’re fighting over, or why the Empire is on the Capital, but Supreme Chancellor Janarus has, once again, refused to run while the people were trapped. Several hundred Dreadnoughts were pulled out of their respective sectors to ship cargo to the suffering citizens, and crewmen have reported that the capital is in the tightest lockdown. There haven’t been many Jedi left on Coruscant since the Sacking five years ago, but there is at least one confirmed to be down there, and we now know that it was his decision to lock down the planet. The office of Supreme Commander Rans, currently supervising an uprising elsewhere, has released a statement that the Knight’s decision was the correct one, based on the info they have. The Jedi Council has likewise affirmed their support. It is the belief of this news channel that, given the many, many skirmishes taking place down there, that he was right. But this decision has had its critics, like Governor Leontyne Saresh. The esteemed Governor had this to say.”

The holo switched to a middle aged Twi’lek, perhaps a little younger than Elessia. Everybody knew Saresh. She was a controversial figure, liked and hated to extremes, with no middle ground. Most of the military hated her, thanks to her dumb decisions on Taris.

“People of the Republic. While I do not want to cast doubt on our staunch defenders, the Jedi Knight leading the defense is said to be a mere teenager. The same Jedi who sent out a red alert. Children often make mistakes; children often act rashly. I agree that flareups and skirmishes are troubling. But is it worth locking down a world with over a trillion citizens? The people down there are suffering as supplies start to run out. It’s been two weeks now. Two weeks! I say it’s time to end the lockdown and send in all Outer Rim fleets to wipe out the Imperial presence. It’s time for the Jedi to step aside, and the real heroes of the Republic—the common soldiers—to step into the light.”

Elessia snorted. Send in all the Outer Rim fleets? This was why Saresh wasn’t taken seriously by the soldiers. What did she think would happen if any worlds were left undefended? The Empire was striking at their capital! Did she think they wouldn’t exploit a gap in their defenses, never mind hundreds of systems being left to fend for themselves? The Republic would never be able to take them back.

“Erm, this just in,” Lutha said. “We’re getting reports of a live broadcast about to start, one from Supreme Commander Rans himself.”

It took several minutes for the “Good morning, everyone. As you may have surmised, this broadcast is in response to the esteemed opinion of the very esteemed Governor Saresh. Pardon my bluntness, but it’s been a difficult fortnight. You don’t know what you are talking about. Let me reiterate that, for our own security, we are not broadcasting everything we know. I said I stand by this Jedi’s decision, and I mean it. No matter what his age is, his decision was sound. In addition, suggesting we strip our outer rim systems of all their defenses is asinine at best. It will be an open invitation for the Empire to come in and take them. What, you don’t think they will? They’re on the capital right now! The Treaty is one bad breath away from falling apart! I understand that everyone’s worried, but I humbly request everyone, including the very esteemed Governor Saresh, to keep their opinions to themselves for now. We can’t have panic, and we don’t want to deal with misguided patriots clamoring to jump onto stupid bandwagons. A time will come when we release more information about what’s happening down there; a time when we can discuss everything happened down there. What went wrong, who made the mistakes, who needs to be held responsible. But that time is not now. When it does come, you will all realize that this young Jedi has acted admirably. Much more so than people who act like they’re experts when they’re really not. I further request news stations to not provide a platform to such people for the time being.”

There was ear-shattering applause from the entire cantina to hear Rans taking off his kiddy-gloves for once. “To Supreme Commander Rans!” Eless’iabarra called.

“To Rans! Nice job, you smooth, magnificent bastard!”

“And to the Jedi, young or not!”

“To Coruscant.”

“To a wiped-out Empire!”

Everyone raised their glasses, and for a moment there was solidarity among the soldiers, who had all realized the most important thing the Supreme Commander had let slip. The war might be about to reignite.

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"You big stinky monster! You're going down!" the lad shouted, his absurd cape almost tangling as he leapt forward.

Doctor Evil let the lad hit him, faking that it bowled the much larger man over. "Argh! Curses!" he cried, the voice modulator on his helmet making his voice nasally and appropriately campy.

The boy smashed a fist into his helmet, making the villain's head ring. No matter. He could endure a few blows from a ten-year-old, and he made cries like he was getting seriously hurt.

"Bluebird, stop!" his ally, a female shapeshifter, cried. "He's been beaten!"

Doctor Evil mentally nodded. Good, good. A beaten foe shouldn't be brutalized--that was bad heroing.

Bluebird gritted his teeth and stopping hitting, though he stayed on the villain's chest. "He needs to be stopped Wondera! We can't let him get away with this!"

'This' in question was the robbery of a near-empty bank. The tellers had all fled, sans one who cowered in the corner. Doctor Evil had clocked the damage on everyone--nothing the cities healers couldn't fix. He'd pay the costs, of course.

For Doctor Evil was not a villain. He was a trainer--a way of letting young heroes learn the ropes against an opponent that wouldn't smear them across the wall, like many, including himself, could.

"Let the police handle it!" Wondera cried. "We can't kill him!"

"Neh heh heh, kill me? Oh, you call me evil!" he taunted. "Go on boy, do it! Let me see you try!"

It was a silly taunt, one that an adult would roll their eyes at. But the supervillains an adult would face would have much, much better taunts and offers. Better to learn to equate 'villain speech' with 'stupid' now, not later.

He had a moment of curiosity as Bluebird hesitated, then sighed in relief when the boy turned his face and muttered, "You aren't worth it."

"Good boy," he said in his head, but out-loud he said, "And just what will you do with me, neh?"

"Wondera, can you turn into rope?" Bluebird asked. She nodded, and did so. "Imma tie him up!"

Doctor Evil hesitated--he couldn't burst the bonds without hurting the girl, and as a supervillain he had to get away. The police had enough work without helping him stage a fake prison break. So, as Bluebird got off him to roll him over, he did a jump forward.

"Neh heh heh, not so fast!" he cried. "I must--"

An alert came in on his helmet. Danger. Grade S alert. All heroes in area respond.

The kids, of course, couldn't hear him, and as the news fed through his hidden headphones, he ran around and dodged them in a silly way. But inwardly he was sweating. As a trainer, he had to make sure they didn't go after this--they were grade C at best, not nearly experienced enough. But he also couldn't just not respond--he only got alerts when he was absolutely needed.

An idea popped in his head. From his cartoony utility belt he pulled a small container, and threw it on the ground. A smoke cloud filled the area, and the heroes coughed weakly, before falling asleep.

Doctor Evil's helmet filtered out the chemicals, and he quickly tied up the kids with rope that was both soft and incredibly strong--only a special knife would cut it, and that mean either police or another hero could do it. That would keep them out of the action for now.

He also secured the civilian, just in case. Then, he placed a monitor discreetly in the building, and sprinted outside.

It took about two seconds to identify the issue: an alien invasion. More worrying, he didn't see any other heroes in the area. The city was small, but not that small, there was a few. Then he remembered: it was a conference. Ah. Perfect invasion time.

Rubbing his helmet, he activated the jets on his boots--silly but functional--and flew up, towards the swarm of spaceships that darkened the sky, and fiddled with his suit's power limiter.

Most of his tween and pre-teen students assumed his power was super-intellect. Leaving aside the broad and non-accurate nature of the term, it wasn't. They thought it was because he always used gadgets, had a fancy mechanical suit, and never used anything flashy that he must be a genius. He teen trainees accurate guessed that he had an inventor on-call--though 'evil scientist' was inaccurate, as she was neither evil nor a scientist, but an engineer. But even they didn't have a clue what his ability was.

The suit shivered, and the nanomachines that made it up shifted from rigid to lax, from a metal to a silk. The colors changed from the blacks and reds befitting a villain to the golds and whites of his hero identity: Flare.

As he exited the atmosphere, where the aliens were setting up, he let the power within him well up. His suit wasn't there to aid him.

It was there to stop him.

Energy gathered at his fingertips, white-hot plasma ready to shoot out. He closed his eyes, concentrated, and then let force a nuclear burst of white-hot energy that would have been catastrophic within the atmosphere. The ships were not prepared, and a third of them were blown away in the single blast.

Opening his eyes, Flare shot beams of plasma from his hands, hitting ship after ship. The power flowed through him, from a well so deep he wondered how he could contain it at times. See, his power was simple: energy absorption.

The kids and teens who looked up Doctor Evil's record would find lots of destruction in his early days and more reversible crimes later. There was a reason for that. As a child, he couldn't contain the energy he absorbed from kinetic force, heat, hell even sunlight; and would explode, nuking an area.

The league found him, terrified and on the run, and offered to help. They made his suit, which allowed him to re-direct the energy within him and thus release it before the danger point.

But his name was tarnished, so the League made a plan, and an offer: be a superkid trainer, as 'Doctor Evil', and they'd wipe the slate clean of the petty crimes he'd done to survive.

He only used Flare when necessary. And as ship after ship exploded, so were cut to pieces, the rest tried to attack. Any laser fire only fueled him, fed him, and Flare mused that if he really wanted to, he could be an excellent supervillain.

The last of the ships finally exploded, and Flare, running a little low on air, descended to Earth. He took a huge breath once in atmosphere, feeling exhausted--though that tiredness faded from the heat of re-entry. Which was good, because he still had kids to care for.

Landing back down in front of the bank, he quickly checked the empty streets, before shifting his suit back to Doctor Evil. Checking his clock, he saw not five minutes had passed--good, the kids would be waking up.

Walking in, he rehearsed the lesson he'd give, the lines he would say, the role he would play. Yes, he could be a real supervillain. But what would be the fun in that?

Doctor Evil is a campy Saturday morning supervillain and usually defeated by pre-teen heroes. Lesson included. He also once took down an entire alien armada by himself because they were ruining his fight with one of his pre-teen foes

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