#we were galaxy brained putting these two in the same room together i fear

[choicescreen]

@alavicci said: enchanting. what are you doing tomorrow?

singin’ in the rain.

she squints. if looks could kill, there’d be scorched earth where the admiral once sat. “ workin’. “ she slides him his second drink. “ yourself, imbroglione? finding some chick, sleeping with her, waking up, finding a different one? “

[cc-0420]

au of an au: han and boba parent trap cody and obi-wan

“i’m not doing it.”

“is it really that bad?”

“there is no negotiations. you are his excellency’s best bounty hunter,” the droid translated as the slug looked to boba, “and you are his best smuggler,” he said turning to han. “the two of you will have to work together for this job or neither will get paid nor have his services again.”

“if it’s full pay, i’m in,” han responded, “no reason to turn away from this job.”

“you doubt pirates, child?” han scowls at that. “both you and fett will get the pay promised if you complete the task.”

fett didn’t even glance at han from his helmet, “if he dies, it’s not my fault,” and walks out the door.

“man, you need to chill,” han follows him like a loth-cat, “we got a better chance together, right?”

not responding to the question, “we’re taking my ship,” boba sneers, continuing his path.

“you know, my ship made the kessel run in less than 12 parsecs!”

“i don’t care.”

~~~

the ride to florrum was silent as the two men were up to their own devices. upon landing they were greeted by a group of pirates.

“what can i do for you, boys?” what han assumed was the leader inquired.

before han had a chance to speak, his companion butt in, “we were hired to pick up the product for jabba. i assume you are hondo?”

i see he avoided mentioning that were to capture this hondo under jabba’s orders, han thought, would cody do this? Maybe he should’ve commed him for advice.

“captain hondo, i am. best pirate in the galaxy,” he made a jester to the building, “come on in and we can get you a drink to settle in-“

everything went black.

~~~

“why did you do that? the drugging normally works!” a voice broke out from the ringing in his ears

“sorry, boss, but I thought the helmeted one was going to pull a blaster on you.”

after a moment, han’s eyes were finally able to peel open. he was inside a cell, it seemed, with two weequays watching him, one of which being hondo. before he could quip to them, they already left and locked the door.

han began to look around, his mind running the simulators cody would make him go through for situations such as these, when his eyes landed on the body in armor.

he snorted, not so mighty, are you, fett?

han worked to untie the bonds from his arms, then shifting to the door. kriff, he’s never seen anything like it.

suddenly, a moan was heard as fett began waking up, “what the kriff happened?”

“we got captured, no thanks to you.”

“well, it’s not like you did anything!”

“i’m a smuggler. hurting people is not my job!”

fett didn’t respond, but han would bet 10 credits he was rolling his eyes under his helmet.

“did you try and get out?”

“if i could, i wouldn’t be here,” yet still held up his free wrists, “I’ve never seen a lock like this,” han continued pointing towards the door.

“i wouldn’t have expected you to. hondo has captured jedi before. he knows his stuff,” by then, fett already freed his hands.

“how do you-?”

“ah! you boys are up!” before han could finish his question, hondo was already barging in, “and yes. i once captured my best friend, obi-wan kenobi and a few other force users in this cell.”

“oh, i know. though he wouldn’t consider you a best friend.”

“how would you know? sadly, he is long dead. i was sad to hear when the jedi were killed. he will always have a special place in my heart.”

fett scoffed, “thanks for the story. can we leave?”

“nope, jabba’s been a pain in my side for years. instead, we’ll bargain you off for the highest bidder. you both seem pretty valued by the empire…” hondo ended walking out.

“that hypocrite!”

“oh, stop pouting under there.”

the next day passed slowly, the door only opening for food. han was growing homesick. he was with cody for 5 years now and chewbacca 2. he’s taken jobs without them, but at least he was kept busy. fett lounged in his corner, sitting still. it was creepy how he never took off the mask, and han made sure to let him know.

one night, he pulls out his holo of cody. it was hard to forget, but it was easier to have on him on long missions away. the glow from it lit up the room and caught the bounty hunter’s attention.

“what’s that?”

“none of your business,” han reached to turn it off. fett clearly saw it and reached into his own armor.

he pulled out his own holocron and the same picture emerged, cody and a man with red hair and beard. when he first received the holo, han would ask cody about the man in the robes, but would always get brushed off. he learned not to ask as he recognized the faraway look in his eyes.

“how do you have that?” han spit out. cody was his family, through thick and thin and fett wasn’t welcome.

“ben is my guardian,” he said pointing to the other man.

“you know him?”

“obviously.”

the thick air was broken by fett first

“how do you know cody?”

“he’s my father,” and before fett could respond, “well, the closest thing to a father i ever had.”

fett stared again and before han could say anything else, he reached for the helmet.

underneath was the eyes he knew to love. the lips that pulled into a firm line whenever han misbehaved. the nose that would scrunch up when han disgusted him. in front of him was a young copy of cody. a clone.

“you’re a clone.”

“i’m a person.”

“why are you younger than cody?”

“cause i’m a person.”

that didn’t answer han’s questions.

“do you work for the empire like the clones?” fett asked.

“what do you mean? cody doesn’t work for the empire. the clones are there against their will! there’s chips in their brain! cody told me!”

“really?” unlike most times he talked, fett wasn’t being sarcastic, “if that’s true…”

“so, cody knows ben?” han pushed. cody told him many stories of his brothers, but not much of anything else.

“he was his jedi general before he shot him down,” fett’s eyes trailed their faces on the holo, “no one knew of the chips and began blaming the clones.”

“is that why you wear the mask?”

“no!” boba rose from his makeshift seat, “how many times do i have to tell you i’m not one of them? this helmet was my fathers. i was never a mindless soldier.”

“they’re not mindless soldiers!” growing irritated, han thought back to all the times cody stood up for him when he was in trouble. the tales he would tell of his brothers.

boba shrunk at that and whispered to himself, “they’re not mindless soldiers.”

the silence fell over them again. han trying to make out the emotions on boba’s face, while he was looking anywhere but at han.

“cody was a better brother to me than he should have been. i treated the clones like scum, but now i know this truth,” boba waved his hand around, “he never would have wanted us to fight. neither would ben.”

“i’m sorry for your loss.”

“excuse me?” boba stared, “ben is not dead,”

han stared back, “what? you said cody shot him. and cody never talks about him.”

“well,” boba paused, thinking of the pros and the cons. pros being that ben could see cody again and boba wouldn’t have to watch him be all weepy. con would be that han is lying. he weighed his options before coming to a decision, “that was the point. the jedi had to be believed to have been wiped out.”

han contemplated on his end. despite never talking about ben explicitly, cody always talked about how amazing his general was. if fett really knew him, and it seemed like he definitely did, maybe they could come to an agreement, “cody would want to know.”

“i know,” before thinking, boba added on, “they cared for each other too much.”

rather than dwell on that phrase, “can we get them to meet up again? after we get out of here.”

“ben wouldn’t want to give up his position,” boba put his holo away, “but you are right about them wanting to know. i have an idea.”

~~~

the escape was easy once the two worked together. they also decided, screw jabba and abandoned their mission. both of them were smart enough not to have a debt with him anyway.

they decided that they will each send a signal to their respected guardians saying they need help on tatooine due to a mission gone wrong. it was easy for han to come cody, in which the commander responded he’ll be there in a few hours. on the other hand, boba didn’t have a comm for ben, with the fear of giving up his position. instead, he got in contact with a tuskin raider.

han stared in shock as boba let out a series of growls and hand motions to the creatures before they ran off. at his disgruntled look, boba replied with a simple, “ben helped them out a couple times,” that didn’t answer any of his questions.

ben got their first. he looked much more aged compared to the holo. the man gave boba his best wtf face. “kenobi,” han’s head shot up at that, “sorry to bring you out here.”

suddenly, the man locked up, all emotion wiped and reaching in his robes, “are you turning me in boba?”

“no, i didn’t mean to scare you,” he looked to han, “this is a companion i made on my last bounty. he has some news for you.”

really, fett? you’re making me talk? luckily, cody’s ship was pulling in overhead, but the elderly man got more on edge. han quickly reached for his holo and pulled open the picture of the men.

“umm, this is my father figure,” he said pointed to cody, “boba said he knew you and that you should talk it out.”

ben glanced between him, boba, and the ship that was slowly opening up.

“i didn’t give away our position, but you need to know,” boba said, looking towards the ship.

cody emerged and rushed to han, enveloping him into a hug, “are you alright? did these people help you?”

his eyes swept over boba, not recognizing the armor and turned to ben who was looking at him like he saw a ghost.

“general?”

“cody?”

“i’m sorry. i couldn’t- i’m sorry…”

before he could go on, obi-wan swept him into a hug, “it’s okay, commander, it’s okay…”

[suna-reversed]

HQ boys as Taylor Swift songs-folklore

characters- Oikawa (exile), Atsumu (my tears ricochet), Meian (illicit affairs)

tags/warnings- ANGST, breakup, heartbreak, cheating, mentions of alcohol, manipulative behaviour, fluff in Meian’s if you squint

suggestions for pt2 would be appreciated (currently thinking of cardigan with Bokuto and hoax with Tsukishima)

Oikawa

“I can see you standin', honey

With his arms around your body

Laughin' but the joke's not funny at all”

He had told himself over and over again to not look; in the flight, in the ride to the hotel, even as he passed the entrance gates of the exquisite banquet hall where the reunion was being held. All he had to do was keep his eyes away. 

But you were here, and he had never been good at withstanding the cosmic pull you always held. Even if you were in the arms of another, laughing like you always used to, with him. 

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

“What changed, Tooru?” Your eyes were red and puffy, you had exhausted all your tears while he simply stood in the corner and watched. 

“This isn’t going to work out y/n. We’re both miles away, with different lives, in different time zones, around different people; we can’t have a relationship built on nothi-” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose,  “...I’m saving both of us from the pain that would come with splitting a few years down the line.” 

“Do you still love me?”

Oikawa was familiar with the grief that came with loss; the grief of giving something every single bit of your soul, only to come out empty-handed and wounded. 

“Go back home, y/n.”

You're not my homeland anymore

So what am I defendin' now?

You were my town

Now I'm in exile seein' you out

Perhaps he had damned himself to ruination. Given up without a fight. But that didn’t matter now. 

You look ethereal, with stars in your eyes and glee in your smile. It doesn’t matter if he’s not the one behind it. You would have been a shell of who you are right now if you had stayed with him anyways. 

He turns around, heading for exit.

Just one last time. He promises himself. His lips curve upwards into a bittersweet smile as he turns around to get his last look. Instead, he finds himself staring into the expanse of an entire galaxy. A cosmic explosion coming his way as the floor shifts from beneath him. 

No, you definitely don’t sound the same.

How long has it been since he heard that voice?

“Not even gonna say goodbye before you leave Oikawa?”

What happened to your precious “Tooru”?

Atsumu

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

The clock reads 01:27 am. You’ve been sitting on the couch for the past 3 hours, the untouched dinner on the table gone cold long ago. You hear the sound of a door slamming shut, hushed footsteps making their way towards the center of the apartment, coming to a halt at the sight of you.

“Why are you still awake?” 

“You promised we’d have dinner together tonight.”

“Listen, it got late at practice, you could’ve just eaten without me.”

“You could’ve at least dropped a text.” You murmur, trying to keep your voice from breaking. This wasn’t the first time he had stood you up.

“It’s not that big of a deal y/n. You realise how important the upcoming match is to me, don’t you?” He sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, “Let’s just go to bed okay, I’m tired.” 

“Okay.” You mutter, loosening your grip on the 2 year anniversary gift hidden below the couch cushion. A platinum ring with yours and Atsumu’s initials carved on the inside.  

You wear the same jewels that I gave you

As you bury me

Atsumu’s vision is blurry, shirt drenched in sweat, his head pounding as he’s pushed against the wall. He doesn’t know whether it’s from the screaming match he just had with you, or from the two bottles he chugged at a shady bar right after he walked out. 

All that matters right now is the feeling of the hands of the girl that’s kissing his jaw. The same spot where you had pressed a chaste kiss not too long ago as you told him that you were going to leave- 

No, he’s not going to think about it. All that matters is the touch of skin against skin, filling in the void you caused as he kneads the supple flesh of her thigh with his hand. The same hand that bore a platinum ring, the letters engraved inside of it now fatuous and futile. 

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

No, no, no. 

Why are you here?

Why are you back?

“I had hoped we could talk-” You take a deep breath, feet stuck in place as you lay your eyes upon the marks littering his jaw, his neck, going much farther down-

A sob comes out from deep inside your chest. 

No, no, no. 

He’s looking at you, your crestfallen face, tears falling off of it like british showers. 

He’s acting before he can think, falling to his knees, grabbing onto your waist as you try to walk out. 

“No! Angel, please just let me explain. I thought you were never coming back- I would've never-”

“Never what Atsumu?!” Your voice is louder than you expected it to be. 

“Never what? A single fight is all it takes for you to discard everything we ever had? For you to step over everything I put into a relationship that has barely even existed for so long!” 

He’s never heard you shout before. But it's okay, it’s okay if you shout at him, if you break a few things, hell you can wreck his whole apartment if it means that you’re staying for even just a moment longer. 

But you’re not. You’re pushing him away, movements stern, as you try to make your way to the door. All he can do is cling onto you, crying your name over and over again as he racks his brain for a way to make you stay. 

Why was it always you who knew what to say when it came to fixing things?

Meian 

Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head

Keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run

You'll be flushed when you return

You knew there were aspects of his life he had no control over. After all, he was watched by thousands of eyes everyday; the star player, the golden boy; the captain of MSBY. So how does it matter if you had to go a mile extra to hide what you had?

You loved who he was as a person and how he made you feel. Good-morning and goodnight texts, warm cuddles after matches, dancing in the kitchen to songs you don’t know the name of, late night drives to get takeout or go stargazing, laughing till you were on the floor crying. You loved him so much.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings

And stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie, and they lie, and they lie

A billion little times

“Volleyball player Meian Shugo spotted with a blonde beauty at the MSBY vs Adlers afterparty. Could she be his rumoured girlfriend that we’ve been kept in the dark about all along? Read more for exclusive deta-”

You can’t shed a single tear staring at the cover of the magazine. Not because your heart hasn't just been ripped out of your chest, but because you’re in public, standing in line at the grocery store picking up snacks for you and...Meian. 

Why did you not see this coming? What hurt more was that you knew the girl. Meian had introduced you to her as a friend, and her as his social media manager. So this was clearly a misunderstanding right? It had to be. Despite telling yourself that over and over again, you still couldn’t get the picture of his arm wrapped around her waist and the smile etched onto his face out of your mind as you drove home, tears blurring your vision.

Don't call me kid

Don't call me baby

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

“Baby please listen to me-”

You’re sitting on the edge of the couch. You don’t know how long ago you stopped screaming, how long ago the anger dissipated and the rage turned into silent sobs, leaving behind a gaping hollow feeling in your chest. 

You feel him shift closer to you but you don’t at him, still sniffing, your head buried in your arms. 

“She was at the party because she’s our manager, you know Jessi-”

“Don’t say her name.” you hiss out. 

“I wish I never met you, I wish I never got into this stupid arrangement. I wish-” You’re rambling now, sobs escaping between every few words as you try to comprehend the situation, “I hate this. I hate you.” 

Heavy silence hangs in the room. 

And you know damn well

For you I would ruin myself

A million little times

You find arms being wrapped around you and your head being pulled into a warm chest. You try to fight at first, but you’re tired; your throat hurts, your eyes burn and everything feels so cold, so you let yourself guiltily fall into his comfort, pathetically sobbing into his neck.

He patiently waits for your sobs to quiet down, one hand rubbing gentle circles onto your back while the other cradles the back of your head.

“She was at the party with the whole team and the publicist used it as a way to create gossip. That’s all there is to it. I had not given my consent for them to go ahead with this, but they refused to make our relationship public. Apparently, they didn’t think that the age gap between us would reflect well on my reputation.” 

Meian’s heart breaks at the sound that leaves you as he says that, your hand gripping onto the fabric of his shirt as you start sniffing once more. 

“I don’t care about what they say princess, you know that.” He kisses the top of your head, pulling you even closer to himself as if he could absorb the pain from you. 

“I’m so sorry, give me another chance please. I didn’t tell you because I knew it’d hurt you. I promise I’ll make it up to you, please?” 

You look up at him. His eyes are filled with tender love and pure adoration, it makes your heart melt. You nod, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Of course you would, he's your precious Meian, you’d always forgive him. Why did you ever think he’d do anything to hurt you?

Meian smiles into your hair, ignoring the sound of the notification popping up on the phone kept on the table, 

Jessica: hey, we're still on for tonight right ? ;)

[mourntheantagonist]

billy hears about how steve can make guys cum untouched just with his fingers/dick. he gets keyed up, post s2 or s3 (whichever floats your boat) and goes to steve begging for him to finger billy open then make him cum untouched.

wHO TOLD YOU!!?

who exposed me??

coming untouched is my favorite thing hhhhh

I revealed this information to only a small number of people I’m coming for all of you 🔪

anyway... I hope you enjoy this because i sure did

****

Billy approach’s Steve at his locker with both the bravado of a man on a mission and the nervousness of a twelve year old asking his crush to dance.

Billy had learned a very interesting rumor about his boyfriend from the pitcher for the baseball team. After several attempts of the guy trying to get into Steve’s pants, Billy was unleashed to put the kid into his proper place. Billy refrained from anything too physical, knowing if he left any marks on Saunders he would definitely be receiving the cold shoulder from Steve. And it’s not like he could blame the guy. If he had been on the receiving end of one of Steve’s magical blow jobs and had that taken away, he might have done the same thing.

Billy just shoves him around a bit. Makes a few veiled threats that he doesn’t need to know have zero merit. Steve has truly made him soft. But still, Billy’s reputation preceded him. Dixon Saunders easily submitted.

But before Billy could walk away he had to open his big mouth.

“Word of advice. Let Harrington in the backdoor. You’ll be fuckin’ seein’ stars I tell you. Doesn’t even have to touch.”

Billy allows himself to walk away. Manages to fight the urge to probe him with all his questions. But those words they fucking bore a hole into his brain and he’s gotta know. He’s gotta experience that first hand for himself.

“You free after school? I wanna test out a rumor.” He says, leant up against the locker in an attempt to seduce, while also masking the scared little kid inside him as he beats around the bush.

Steve and him have not progressed past hand jobs and blowjobs. Billy’s only ever had actual, back breaking, sex once. And he wasn’t on the receiving end. So this was uncharted territory for him. But his dick twitched every time those words echoed in his skull.

“Doesn’t even have to touch.”

“And what rumor would that be?” Steve asks as he shoves the remainder of his books into his locker.

And Billy can’t bring himself to ask for it. Not here where people can see Steve laugh in his face. No, he’d rather lose his dignity in private.

And it’s not that Billy thinks Steve will laugh at him for wanting it, but laugh at him for the clear desperation he has for it.

“I’ll tell you when we get to your place. Wouldn’t want it to spread around school.”

Steve just laughs it off and nudges Billy’s shoulder, but Billy’s already looking him up and down with a bit lip and hungry eyes. Because Steve is looking like an entire meal right now. Wrinkles next to his eyes and shiny white teeth exposed with his smile. Long fingers brushing through his hair.

He wants.

He needs.

He doesn’t know how he intends to make it through the last hour of the school day without popping a boner in history class. Having to come up with a reason why the assasination of Franz Ferdinand has him so aroused.

When they’ve finally made it to Steve’s house Steve is begging Billy to tell him the rumor, and billy is begging for something else entirely. Billy pushes Steve down onto the couch and gets into Steve’s lap. Facing towards him with a knee on either side of Steve’s legs. Steve wraps his arms around Billy’s back as Billy leans down to kiss him. Steve’s neck craning upwards to meet Billy’s lips.

“A little birdie told me you can make a boy come untouched. That true?”

And Billy was correct to assume Steve would laugh. But it isn’t a mocking laugh. More delighted and intrigued.

“Well if you want me to do that we’re gonna have to get you in another position.”

And suddenly Billy is flying off his lap and Steve is dragging Billy up the stairs and into his room. Bending Billy over against the bed, propped up by his hands until Steve knocks him down to his elbows. Billy let’s out a quiet chuckle at this amount of aggression and heat he’s not used to seeing out of Steve.

Steve reaches for his bedside table and pulls out a bottle of lube from one of the drawers, sparing no time at all before yanking Billy’s pants downs to his knees and squirting a bit of lube onto two fingers.

“You’re sure you’re ready for this?” He asks, and Billy is already spreading his legs. Bracing himself. Yeah. He’s fucking ready.

“If you don’t start right fucking now I’m going to scream.”

Steve laughs before sliding in one slicked finger. Billy’s fingered himself before, but this right here was an entirely different ball game. When he did it to himself he could never get the angle quite right. And the added fear that his father could walk in on him with fingers up his ass, he’d rather not entertain that.

The one finger felt good. Better than he could achieve himself. But he definitely wasn’t seeing stars.

By the time Steve added in a second finger he started to feel it. Not overwhelming pleasure, but the desperate need to touch himself. He was already leaking pre onto the bed sheets, gripping the cloth tightly and clenching his teeth to fight the urge to stroke his dick. His hard, red, throbbing dick.

Okay maybe he wasn’t entirely ready for that.

Steve’s fingers are now scissoring inside him spreading him apart slowly and teasingly. He’s slow and meticulous and he’s doing all the right things. Billy feels the need so bite down on something. His nails now digging into his palms, sure to leave marks. He’s sputtering nonsensical pleas to speed up. More more more.

Then there’s a third finger and Billy lets out and embarrassing moan.

He needs Steve inside of him. Now.

And apparently Steve agrees as he slowly removes his fingers from Billy’s hole, Billy letting out a deep breath as the pressure is released.

Suddenly Steve is flipping Billy onto his back, ripping his own shirt off, pulling Billy’s jeans the rest of the way down and over his ankles. Pulling Billy’s legs up to where they are now resting on his shoulders. Billy follows Steve’s lead and reveals his own bare chest. Unbuttoning the only two buttons that were ever fastened. His hands are too close to his dick for Steve’s liking. Billy’s so close to wrapping his hand around himself and holding on for dear life.

Steve grabs Billy by the wrists and pins them down to the bed just above Billy’s head.

“Hands off the merchandise. We’re testing the rumor aren’t we?”

And Billy just whimpers underneath the weight of Steve on top of him. He needs Steve inside of him. He wants so badly to come undone at just the feeling of Steve inside him. Tearing him apart. Destroying him until he’s a blubbering mess.

Steve releases one hand from Billy’s wrist hesitantly. Slowly to ensure Billy remains complaint and keeps the hand where it lies. Then he’s using the free hand to position himself, and it all feels like slow motion. Like time stops completely before Steve is complete filling Billy up. Then he’s pumping in and out at an agonizingly slow pace and Billy just wants to scream.

Steve is leaning over him, hands back on Billy’s wrists, kissing, sucking, biting on Billy’s neck and the show is almost over for him. Tears spilling out of his eyes. He’s desperately fighting against Steve’s grip on him.

“Come for me baby.” He whispers in his ear with a breathy moan. “I’m close too.”

It’s the combination of the hot breath against his ear and one final thrust that he feels all the way to his stomach that does it all for him. Almost instantaneously he’s shooting off onto Steve’s chest. He’s not seeing stars. He’s seeing the whole damn galaxy.

And he could easily get hard again at just the sight of Steve on top as he comes inside of him. Mouth agape as he releases a heavy and unsuppressed moan. Hair filling into his face, beads of sweat on his forehead. He looks fucking ethereal. Of course a boy who looked like that would live up to the rumor. But there was never really any doubt in Billy that Steve would deliver. And boy did he ever.

And then Steve’s aggressive performance from just a few minutes ago is flipped on it’s head. Slowly removing himself from inside, Billy feeling as Steve’s come slowly drips from his hole. Steve coming up to his face to gently push a hair out of his face before peppering gentle kisses to the space below his eyes where shedded tears came to rest.

“I would ask you if the rumors are true, but I think that’s kinda obvious don’t you think?” Steve says with a little smirk.

Billy scoffs before gently moving a now freed hand up to grab Steve by the chin. Angling his face to his eyes are locked straight on his own. “Shut up you cocky little bastard.” He says before pulling him down to meet his lips, wrapping his legs around him and locking his ankles together and pulling Steve down until Steve’s chest completely pressed up against his own.

“I’m still stronger than you. Don’t you ever forget it.”

[pastpatientlywaitingforimagines]

Orbit | Spencer Reid x Reader Platonic

Ayyyy this is for @veraiconcos fic writer palooza! I had a ton of fun working on this, check out their post for more details!

Summary: Since joining the BAU you have easily become one of Spencer’s best friends, and he is terrified he is going to lose you. (Gender neutral reader, platonic soulmates). 

Category: Fluff

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR 4x24-5x01. 

Word Count: 1830

As with all of my Galaxy Universe fics, the plot for this fic is fully standalone! If you like this relationship, I have a whole bunch of content that you can find in my  GALAXY MASTERLIST

Spencer Reid didn’t have to be a genius to know he was sporting some abandonment issues. In his defense, though, he had been left by too many prominent people in his life and he was only 27 years old.

Even though he had only known you for a short while, you had easily secured a spot as one of his favorite people. As much as he enjoyed spending time with you and liked that he could be unapologetically himself, it terrified him that he could be so comfortable with you.

He wanted to shut down and shut you out, not let you see the broken pieces left by his father, Elle, and Gideon, but every time he tried you would do something so unapologetically you that it was impossible to stop feeling like the universe had created the two of you for the sole purpose of knowing the other.

It was the twinkle in your eye when you would remind Morgan that you were authorized to carry a larger gun than he was. It was the way you perched on Spencer’s desk while debating the best way to eat an Oreo. It was the pen you always carried that Spencer suspected was for him because you preferred pencil.

You were the one person Spencer felt most relaxed around, and there was still the looming possibility that you could choose to leave.

It wasn’t until the Anthrax case that Spencer realized how much he was afraid of you leaving. When he woke up in the hospital Morgan was the only one there, and your absence was the first thing he noticed. He should have felt grateful that Morgan had chosen to stay and he felt guilty that he was upset about your absence until you showed up with as many jello cups as you could possibly carry.

“Oh good, you’re awake. Red or green?” Your words had been so casual and comfortable, exactly what Spencer needed as Derek filled him in on how the case had ended. You listened quietly from his other side, spooning sugary gelatin into your mouth.

Spencer wanted to tell you then how much he was afraid of you leaving, but he also didn’t want to speak it into existence. He decided to keep his mouth shut about it, let the secret fester in his soul until he figured out a better way to deal with it.

Then you went to Canada.

At first you were on the streets with Derek and Emily while Spencer stayed at the precinct to go over victimology. You called him right after you were done talking to the locals and on your way to meet back up with Morgan and Prentiss.

“I don’t know, Spence. Something about this feels off,” you told him when he asked how it had gone.

“How so?” he trusted your instincts, if you were able to pinpoint your source of uncertainty it could help him nail down the victimology.

“Everyone out here is being hyper vigilant. Nobody’s wandering off on their own, as far as I can tell. I don’t think this is just some guy who killed 10 people. There’s something bigger going on here, we just have to figure out what.”

As a man of science, Spencer was still working out how you knew the things you did from just a gut feeling. He wasn’t surprised when you were right.

Once the team had a better scope of things at the farm, Hotch assigned you and Spencer to learn as much as you could about Lucas Turner. After coming up empty in the house, it was your idea to check the barn. A comfortable, but serious silence fell between you as you found what you were looking for.

You were looking over his shoulder at the crayon drawing he was holding when Hotch came to check in on your findings.

“Hey Hotch,” you called to your unit chief as he started walking away, “do you ever get the feeling that a case isn’t going to end well?” Spencer wondered what cosmic events had to have occurred to give him the pleasure of knowing someone who mirrored his own thoughts so perfectly.

“Keep looking,” Hotch had said sternly before leaving, “this girl needs us.”

“That wasn’t the answer I was hoping for,” you sighed, turning back to the collection of objects in the barn.

“What did you want him to say?”

“Something validating, I guess. Sure, this girl needs us and I’m not saying we won’t find her, but even if she’s alive there’s still what- a hundred victims already dead? A hundred victims with families and lives. A hundred people…”

You were right, Spencer knew that. If he had learned anything while working with you, it was that your gut feelings usually had some merit to them. If you were feeling like this wasn’t going to end well, it probably wasn’t. He wondered if you would stay with the BAU if you were right, and with that came back the creeping fear he had been trying to avoid.

He didn’t have time to dwell on the fact that he hadn’t processed his issues with your abandonment he wasn’t even sure was coming.

You took the Metro home with him, he didn’t have to ask to know that you were too tired to drive and could take the metro back to work once you were better rested.

“Spencer,” you had murmured sleepily from the seat next to him in the almost empty car.

“Hmmm?”

“This might sound really stupid, but do you ever feel like we were meant to be friends?”

Spencer swore his heart skipped a beat. All the mathematical equations in the world couldn’t explain the way you seemed to know exactly what he was thinking.

“There's an old Buddhist saying that when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making,” he quipped, “but yes. I do.”

“So you think we’re soulmates?” you smirked.

“Assuming one perfect soulmate exists for every person on the planet and you’re in the same age range as your soulmate, there’s still 500 million potential candidates. Mathematically speaking, of course.”

Your eyes sparked at the debate, though your eyelids were still heavy “I thought there was 500 years of prep work behind it though. 500 years is long enough to filter through 500 million. That’s one million a year.”

“If I wasn’t convinced we were soulmates before, your math skills have sealed the deal.”

“Of course they have. I’m smarter than I look,” you boasted.

“Is intelligence something you can determine by appearance?”

“You tell me, genius. I think you look pretty smart.”

“You know, (y/n), I think you’re just as smart as I am,” he told you honestly. You furrowed your brow in confusion.

“Are you kidding? I failed high school Algebra twice.”

“Academic achievement isn’t the only way to measure intelligence,” he reminded you, “the way your brain works is exceptional.”

“Not right now, it isn’t. I feel like mush. Do cases stop hitting this hard once you’ve been doing this for a while?”

“No, my brain feels like mush too.”

“Go home and get some sleep, ok?” you instructed when it was your stop. Spencer waved as you walked away.

He saw you again sooner than he thought, insomnia not allowing him to sleep so he was the first to receive JJ’s call. He took the Metro to your apartment, knocking on the door until you answered. He was surprised at how quickly you were ready to go, knocking your elbow into his as you left your building to go back into work.

“Old habits, I guess,” you shrugged when he brought it up. It ended up being the most casual interaction of your day, another whirlwind of a case happening with the whole team running on not much sleep.

While Spencer stayed with Dr. Barton to go over medical charts, you went to the school with Morgan and JJ to protect Jeffrey. It was irrational, he knew, but he couldn’t help but wish you were still with him to work on building the profile.

He didn’t want to admit it (he wanted the team to focus on the gunned down unsub and Dr. Barton), but he was glad you were the first one by his side when you finally made it back to the doctor’s house. You stayed with him, even when he told the team about Hotch. In fact, you didn’t leave his side the entire ambulance ride and his time at the hospital.

JJ came into his hospital room a few times to update the two of you on Hotch’s situation, and every time he expected you to leave with her but you didn’t. When he was released from the hospital you drove him home, helping him up to his apartment. Once he was settled, you busied yourself making his home more accessible for the injured man.

Spencer felt sort of awkward as you hummed to yourself, and rightly so. You hadn’t spent much time outside of work together and now he was stuck on his couch with limited mobility. All things considered though, he really didn’t want you to go. He didn’t want you to leave his apartment, he didn’t want you to leave the BAU, and he didn’t want you to leave his life like so many other people that he cared about had.

In a stroke of genius, he realized that he had to tell you. He had to open up the possibility for you to stay to figure out if you were going to leave.

“(y/n)?” he called to you as you finished up putting away his clean dishes in the kitchen.

“What’s up?”

“If I asked you to stay, would you?”

There was a moment of silence that Spencer quickly realized was you moving through his small apartment to grab your bag before you happily joined him on the couch, sitting down carefully as to not jostle his leg.

“Of course I would, did you think I was leaving?”

Spencer blushed, “I don’t know… people who I care about have a tendency to leave.” He watched your features soften.

“Spencer,” you started, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you.”

You didn’t need to clarify further, you both knew the weight your words held and it relieved the tension Spencer had been sporting since the beginning of your friendship like a weighted blanket relieves anxiety.

“Do you want to watch this movie I got from the library about alien abductions in Alaska? I’ve heard it’s super creepy and I didn’t really want to watch it alone anyways.”

Spencer grinned at your suggestion, “there was actually a study that showed that people who claimed to be abducted by aliens were predisposed to sleep paralysis and hypnosis. Should we order some food? When was the last time you ate?”

[10-porgs-in-a-trenchcoat]

Foxiyo Week: Fearless

@foxiyoweek

[This entry takes place in a happily-ever-after AU, approx. five years after Palpatine is exposed and removed from power]

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When he was a soldier, there was very little in his day-to-day duties that scared Fox. Fear of blaster fire, explosions, blood, violence, injury, and death had been conditioned out of his psyche during his training. As a result, he had considered himself fairly unflappable. But then he fell in love, and with that love came fear of heartbreak and fear of loss. And when he and Riyo learned they were expecting a baby, another fear came to him: that he would not be a good father. Then the day came when he held his newborn daughter for the first time, and his love for her greatly outweighed his fears.

At four years old, little Mira Chuchi was almost a perfect mix of her parents. She had her mother’s blue skin and crescent-shaped markings on her cheeks, and her father’s deep brown eyes and curly black hair. At first Fox worried that she would age quickly like he did, but by both human and Pantoran metrics she was aging at the same rate as any other natural-born child from either species. That brought him relief, since it meant she could have the normal happy childhood he never got.

“Tell me a bedtime story, Papa?” Mira asked once she was settled into bed, snuggled up under the covers. Fox sat perched on the edge of the bed next to her and she looked up at him with big bright eyes. She clutched a stuffed tooka plushie in her arms.

“I would love to,” Fox responded. He wracked his brain, trying to think of a story to tell. His mind settled on one event from his life, from before Mira was born, and he quickly thought of a way to translate it into something child-friendly.

“Once there was a soldier, one of the bravest soldiers in the entire Republic. He always did the right thing and helped people and stopped every bad guy he crossed. One day a giant monster came to Coruscant and terrorized the city. Rawwrrr!” He let out a roar and raised his hands into claws before diving in to lightly tickle at Mira. She giggled in response to being tickled.

“The monster was big and scary, and it tried to eat the people in the city. It tried to eat a little girl, but the brave soldier swooped in and saved her just in time! Carried her away and gave her back to her mom. And he saved many more people from being eaten too!”

“Did the soldier beat the monster?” Mira asked innocently.

Maybe it was best to lie a little bit, he thought, for entertainment’s sake. She didn’t need to know that in reality he had been hit in the face by the Zillo Beast’s claws.

“Yes, he did. All by himself. He shot a cable and tied it around the monster’s legs, and it fell onto the ground!” He slapped his hand onto the bed for dramatic effect. “And then … then he stunned the monster and loaded it onto a starship and flew it to a far away planet where it could live with others of its kind. Then the soldier returned to Coruscant and was rewarded for being the bravest and most fearless soldier in the entire galaxy.”

Mira narrowed her eyes in a skeptical scrutiny. “That’s not your best bedtime story, Papa.”

Fox stifled a laugh. She was just like her mother.

A laugh came from the doorway of the bedroom, and Fox turned to see Riyo standing there. She leaned against the doorway, dressed in her burgundy-and-gold skirt and jacket that she often wore to the Senate. She must have just gotten home from work, Fox thought.

“Momma!” Mira squeaked excitedly. She sat up and looked up at her mother with a toothy grin.

“Hello, my baby,” cooed Riyo as she walked over to the bed and knelt beside her daughter.

“Papa told me a bedtime story about the bravest soldier and a monster!”

“I heard,” said Riyo as she smoothed a hand over the top of Mira’s hair.

“Apparently it wasn’t my best work,” shrugged Fox.

Riyo chuckled. “Well since Mira’s going to sleep you’ll have plenty of time to think of a better one.” She turned her attention back to Mira. “If I’m home when you go to bed tomorrow I’ll tell you a bedtime story, how’s that?”

“Okay Momma,” said Mira. She lay back down, snuggled into her pillow, and Riyo drew the covers back over her to tuck her back in.

Riyo then leaned in to kiss Mira on the forehead. “Sleep tight, my baby. I love you.”

Fox then gave Mira little kisses on her cheek and forehead. “Love you, starlight. Good night.”

“Good night. Love you Momma, love you Papa.”

Fox then followed Riyo out of Mira’s room, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him. The two went to the living room; as Riyo plopped herself down on the couch and leaned back, Fox went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. On his way back into the living room, he caught his reflection in a window by the dining table. He went back and forth on how he felt about the streaks of gray hair around his temples; it was a sign he was getting older, which shouldn’t have surprised him, yet he counted himself lucky that he was going gray rather than bald.

“You’re the bravest, most fearless soldier in the entire galaxy now?” Riyo asked with a smirk as Fox sat down next to her. She leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek.  

“Well, every kid wants to think their dad’s a hero,” answered Fox as he poured out the wine. “Besides, you should hear the stories Rex tells his kids!” He handed a glass to Riyo.

“How is Rex these days?”

“He’s doing great. He, his husband, and their kids will actually be on Coruscant next week, and I’m looking forward to Mira finally getting to meet her cousins.”

“That will be so wonderful, we haven’t seen them since their wedding.”

“I know,” said Fox wistfully, “and if we can also convince Bly and Secura to come around with their little one, it will really be a party.”

A brief beat of silence passed as they both took drinks.

“How was the Senate today? You’re home late.” Fox asked.

Riyo let out a deep, long sigh, then leaned her head on Fox’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and drew her in closer to him.

“It’s like pulling teeth. There are still so many warmongers and Palpatine loyalists. Padme and I are doing everything we can to get them to come across and support Chancellor Organa’s efforts to rebuild worlds devastated by the war, but we’re getting nowhere.”  

“Maybe I resigned too soon,” said Fox, “if I were still with the army I could inspire them to cooperate. Or I’ll call Wolffe and ask him to pay them a visit.”

“Tempting, but don’t worry about it. Diplomacy will win.”

“I know it will, you and Amidala are the best of the best.” Fox pressed his lips to Riyo’s forehead.

“I just wish things would work out, I feel like I barely get to see Mira anymore. I know Padme’s missing her babies too.”

“This won’t last forever, things will be normal again one day,” said Fox, trying to sound reassuring. “But we can figure out ways for you and Mira to spend more time together until then. She knows the work you do is important, but she misses you too.”

Riyo craned her head upward to brush her lips against Fox’s jaw. “You’re such a wonderful father. Even better husband.” She snuggled back into him and wrapped an arm around his torso.

Fox smirked and rubbed his hand up and down Riyo’s arm. “Careful, keep talking like that and I’ll get to work on making Mira a big sister,” he said mischievously.

Riyo sat up and looked him dead in the eye. “I was actually thinking about asking you if you wanted to try for another child soon. We’d have to talk more about it in depth, I just want to know if we’re on the same page first.”

“Definitely.” He grinned from ear to ear. The thought of having another baby made his heart swell with joy.

The two leaned towards each other, meeting with a kiss in the middle. They then remained in place, their foreheads resting against one another.

“I love you so much,” Riyo murmured. “I’m so glad I have you.”

“I’m luckier to have you. I love you from now until the end of time.”

Riyo smiled and reached up to cradle his face in her hand. She kissed him again.

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Later that night as he drifted off to sleep, Fox thought about how the past five years had been beyond anything he ever anticipated. The war ended after Palpatine was discovered to be playing both sides for his own gain, and he was ousted from power and held prisoner by the Jedi. (The Jedi kept him locked up somewhere hidden and were annoyingly secretive about their reasons for it, and they managed to stonewall the Senate at every turn, but that was a headache for another day)

The Republic and the Separatists had a peace treaty and were cordially frosty towards one another in their joint efforts to rebuild worlds hardest hit by the war. Most importantly for him, the Senate voted to grant clones full legal personhood. He resigned his commission without a second thought and asked Riyo to marry him. Miracle upon miracles, she said yes.

He thought back to his days as a cadet on Kamino, how his younger self could never imagine a future where he was husband to a brilliant Senator and father to a wonderful little girl. None of his brothers likely anticipated a future where they could choose their own paths, but the ones who survived the war could. Rex had his husband, kids, and a farm on Alderaan; Bly had Secura and their child and a quiet life on Ryloth; Cody and Wolffe were still in the army but they had fulfillment and a newfound sense of purpose; and his brothers in the Coruscant Guard either transferred to private security work or went to trade schools and universities. He was happy for all of them and prouder than he could put into words. It was better than the best that he once hoped for them. It was what they all deserved.

As for Fox … he had everything he ever wanted since the day he realized he was in love with Riyo. He couldn’t ask for anything else.

[choco-glow]

Mirjahaal

Quiet statistics in red, cold, unfeeling, and climbing, ticked upwards as the clock steadily counted away the minutes, the hours spent sitting here watching the destruction on the holos before her. Senya Tirall, once Knight-Captain of Zakuul, took a long drink of the tihaar in her hand, and swallowed both the burn of the alcohol and the tears she’d been shedding all day, lost in her grief as she watched Vaylin’s path of destruction reach a crescendo. Arcann had, thankfully, left her alone after his first check in when she’d woken up from the burst of power that had rattled the whole galaxy…as had several others.

Hylo had brought her something to eat, at least, and Senya had thanked her blindly, tears hot on her cheeks, and it was Gault who’d brought her the tihaar, quietly and without judgement, much to her relief…but the next person to enter her small room was a surprise, even to Senya. She studied the redhead before her, feeling both unkempt and yet, uncaring at the sight of Mandalore, her helmet on her hip, while Senya was dressed down in an old tunic and her leggings, long hair unwound in soft waves and hanging heavy over one shoulder. Waves Vaylin inherited…oh my daughter…

“…I see where Gault got the good stuff then; I’ll forgive him for stealing it off me this one time.” Senya flushed at that, anger and shame curling in her gut, but Shae simply raised a hand, shaking her head. For all that the woman was a decade older than her, and half a head shorter, she certainly had the presence of a Commander, even more than she herself had. With that, Senya quieted, settling back unsteadily on her small sofa…and Shae set her helmet down, popping off her armor piece by piece until she was down to her soft leatheris gear underneath. The redhead, her blue eyes crinkled with a faint frown, settled on the other end of the sofa and with a flick of the remote, turned off Holonet.

“Mandalore, wait—”

“Shae.” Senya paused, her fear and anger washed away in sudden confusion, and Shae smiled. “Call me Shae. Mandalore is for the battlefield; my name is for my friends.” Senya blinked, feeling a flush touch her cheeks again…but this time for a different reason. Friends…? She could count the number of friends she’d had on one hand, especially now. Usually, it was simply Lana, and occasionally Theron made friendly overtures…but she knew she was too old for their company, and frankly, there was an Alliance to run. But…Shae didn’t make these gestures without reason, the sober, logical part of her brain reminded her, and Senya swallowed the lump in her throat.

“…Shae…why…please, turn it back on.”

“So you can drink yourself to death watching the galaxy burn? Go insane staring at those numbers? No.” Shae shifted, and handed her a flask; Senya took it, but paused, and Shae chuckled. “Go ahead, that’s safe to drink. It’s known as a kolto-banger or koltoshot, we use ‘em to sober up every time. They aren’t the greatest tasting, but they’re easy on the body and you’ll feel better for it. Not to mention it staves off hangovers better’n anything else we’ve tried.”

“…Well, I suppose the Clans would know what works best.” Shae grinned at that, and Senya swallowed the liquid down, grimacing at both the taste and the texture.

“Like fish slime and toothpaste, ain’t it?”

“Ugh, worse, somehow…but you’re right, I feel better…and the aftertaste isn’t nearly as bad.”

“No, it’s something somesuch to do with the stomach acid and other crap I never bothered to learn about; Oggurobb could tell you, but who’d wanna listen that long? Drink some water too with it, you’ll feel better.” Senya obeyed, grateful suddenly for Shae calling the shots; that no-nonsense voice was…calming in a way that Senya hadn’t appreciated much until now. Shae’s smile was softer now, but she seemed to settle into the sofa more, clearly here for the long-haul, and with the Holonet staying off…Senya sighed a little.

“…You want me to talk about this, don’t you…”

“As one mother to another…yes. I do. I can’t stop you from beating yourself up about the past, no, but I can listen to you work through it. I’ve…made my fair sure of mistakes. I’ve buried two children of my body, dozens more of my soul.”

“…you went through all that alone?” Senya knew she sounded horrified, heartbroken for the Mandalorian, and Shae shook her head, smile growing both fond and sad at the same time.

“Aaray…or'trikar…Pain, grief, they have a way of fading with both time and healing, though the scars never fully disappear. But I had friends, I had Clan, and that was…that helped. Clan Ordo helped me bury my daughters…Clan Fett helped me remember them. Mandalore spoke with me for days on end, guiding me through the morass with a care that so many never would have known in him. And when the night is darkest, I sing the songs of my children and my people, I play the drum, I remember. And then I rest, for the morning to come.” She paused, her voice trailing off…and Senya watched her turn to meet her own eyes again, Shae’s as full of pain as her own heart.

“How in the name of your gods have you been able to endure this alone, Senya?” She froze like a thranta in fear…and felt her already cracked façade shatter into a million pieces. A sob tore through her throat as the tears burst the dam once more, and Shae was across the cushions in a heartbeat, cradling Senya to her chest and wrapping strong arms about her, hoarse voice soft with a kindness that Senya could only distantly hear. “Oh mesh’la, you haven’t…you haven’t…cry it out…”

Shae held her without complaint for what felt like days, weeks, years…Losing Thexan, losing Valkorion, losing Vaylin so many times…losing her Knights, the children she knew she would lose but loving them all the same…losing Arcann, and working so hard to bring him back. She’d welcomed her death then, hoped, perhaps, that it might finally end…But she’d lived. She’d lived and endured, bolstered by the Commander’s kind heart and Oggurobb’s technological wonders…Senya sobbed all of this out, her calm shell utterly crushed into dust beneath her as Shae let her babble and wail, murmuring soft things in both Mando’a and Basic, and a dozen other languages that Senya only half-knew.

And yet…it was exactly what she’d needed.

Finally, finally, the sobs began to abate, the tears drying up because she was frightfully thirsty, her nose a red and snotty mess…and Shae, ever the calm soul, offered her a glass of water, and a handkerchief to blow her nose with. There was no judgement in those eyes, only gentle understanding, and despite her instincts…Senya leaned into the Mandalorian without a second thought, closing her eyes for a long moment to ease the burning. A warm blanket, soft, a gift from the Commander when the woman had learned that Senya had come to Odessen with nothing but the armor on her back, was draped around her, and Senya breathed in the scent of the detergent, grateful that whoever was cleaning things kept it a nice, soft scent.

“…thank you…” Her voice was barely a whisper, and Shae only tucked her closer, somehow wrapping around her for all that Senya was the taller, larger woman.

“Ba'gedet'ye. I hoped you’d have that while I was still here…I hoped that my visit would help a little. Arcann was worried about you anyway, but I’d intended to stop by and see you.” Senya felt her lips curve up, just a little, and she turned to look up at Shae, her eyes still red and sore, but faintly amused now as Shae shot her a crooked grin.

“…This wouldn’t have anything to do with my admission up in the cantina that night that I wish I’d married Torch rather than the Emperor…”

“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t. I…frankly, Senya, you’re one of the few friends I’ve had in years that aren’t Clan…and Clan can be complicated. You…aren’t. You’re strong, so strong that it boggles my mind that you’ve endured so much with absolutely nothing more than steel resolve and the will to fight. And I grieve with you, because losing a child to death is terrible…but losing one to madness, that is true hell. I’m grateful that my adi, my daughters, they had quick deaths at the hands of their opponents; they didn’t suffer.

“Vaylin…I’m not in the least bit Force sensitive, and I can feel the pain and rage boiling off that kid. And I will do all I can to put an end to this…but I don’t want to lose you to it too. I…don’t want to lose you at all, Senya.” Shae paused at that, easing away, looking…well, worried, and Senya felt her cheeks flush again in a whole different feeling…one that she remembered all too well. But unlike Valkorion…Shae wouldn’t leave her like that. Wouldn’t just��fall quiet one day and ignore her pleas. Would not forget her... Senya gazed down at her hands, at how steady they were…and studied her heart too, closing her eyes and stilling her senses, searching both the Force and her own soul for the answer…

And on swift wings, it came.

“You won’t lose me.” She murmured, and Shae glanced back, eyes wide…and Senya took a chance, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to her cheek. “I…would like to try cin vhetin, if you’ll have me.” The look on Shae’s face was all the answer she needed, and they met in a kiss as soft as the one before, joy sparking between them as they wrapped around one another again.

“Welcome home, riduur…welcome home…now it’s time for mirjahaal, healing…No rush, no fuss, we take all the time we need. HK’ll shoot anyone who interrupts us.” Shae murmured, and Senya felt a smile tug at her lips, a chuckle sounding as the redhead laid back on the sofa, letting her snuggle into her love’s chest. She’d been aloft so long, an albatross lost among the stars…with Shae, she had found her nest…and with the Commander, a new purpose…and then she froze.

“…Arcann…”

“Kid’s fine, told me not to break your heart or he’d break my face. Sweet kid, glad you brought him back.” She blinked, and burst into weak laughter, and Shae joined her, the two of them curling back together as they chortled. “In all honesty, he’s fine with this.”

“Remind me to figure out a way to thank him?”

“Anything for you, riduur.”

[unrationalthinking]

To The Past Part 1

For this story take places after endgame, wandavision, loki, and the falcon and the winter soldier except because i love the characters tony was able to receive medical attention after he snapped surviving it rogers did return the stones except the soul stone is a soul for a soul so when he returned he had Natasha with him spiderman far from home still happened sort of.

Everyone has obviously made up from civil war Bucky has given Tony his space he needs though he is trying to seek his forgiveness Tony still finds it hard but has come around on the fact he can't blame Bucky for what happened When an old enemy reappears Hydra. Realizing that they if they could change the past they could finally stop them once and for all so the head back to the 1940’s directly after shield was created and after captain crashed the plane to save the world steve also never shaved because he looks much better with the beard bucky did cut his hair steve enjoys his on the run gear more so he still wears his darker colored uniform sam never became the captain and redwing survived

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As the team geared up in there uniforms the head back in time the blue prints laid out for camp Lehigh after shield took it over deciding where to enter the building via the time loop they decided they need all the help they could get in this time so they decided that peggy and howard would be first on the list they found a room the was on a lower more secure level near Howards office that would be easiest to get into for the mission. Those going on the mission were Steve, Bucky, Sam, Tony, Thor, Rocket, Groot, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Wanada, Rhodey, and Shuri. As they geared up the team didn't speak much; they all had a common enemy and a lot of pent up feelings in the past, mostly tony steve and bucky. They all made their way to the center area for time travel hank pym and his family standing work on the computers around Scott and Hope would both be joining them in the past. Hank was proud of Tony he didn't care for Howard but Tony seemed like a good kid alot like Howard but so different at the same time. After hugs where given the all went throw the machine to the 1940’s landing in the abandoned room the choose it had worked they quietly made their way to the door peeking out they didn't see anyone the clock read 11pm but there he Was in his office Howard Stark working with a open bottle of whiskey, Tony and Steve shared a look the tension rising as the watched him work for a few minutes until there was some yelling down the hall and Peggy made her way down the hall with two men, one Tony remembered very well as Edwin Jarvis but the other he had assumed to be Daniel Sousa he had never met him but the limp and the stories he heard he assumed they all sat quietly as the made there way to Howard's office peggy ranting more like yelling at them “I don’t care if he thinks his work is to busy for this he needs to be told something has to be done besides creating a new project or finding steve's body!” as she made her way into Howards office the duct a bit not being seen she had a tear running down her cheek “HOWARD STARK” he looked up fear in his eyes as she rarely said his name like that she crossed her arms as Steve and Tony shared a knowing look about her tone everyone else had to hid there laughs though Daniel seemed to notice a strange noise they duct to stop him from seeing them and he brushed it off a bit peggy continued at howard though “Where were you today?” he Answered in a stutter “i.. I Was here working, why?” She rolled her eyes and said “ And where were you supposed to be today?” Howard took a moment and realized the date being the third year that Steve had died. He made a promise to Peggy to spend the day with her “ah… Peg im so sorry i forgot im such an idiot i should have been there.” she sniffles crying “But you weren't there three years Howard Three years since he died and you couldn't even be there for anyone you hide here working on what?” Howard lowered his head, a tear rolling down his face “I was working on a time machine to go back and stop him from crashing the plane Peg.” Rhodey let a laugh slip thinking about how much Tony was Like His dad only to realize Daniel heard it. Tony and Steve shared a grin realizing he messed up and they could hold it over him. Daniel had pulled his gun sushing everyone but Howard didn't get the hint and asked “Daniel what are you doing?” Daniel responded in a whisper “there is someone in that room right there.” as he pointed. “No there is not. I would have known I'd been here all day.” Howard responded.The avengers realizing Daniel would not let it go decided to pretend they didn't know what was happening when the door opened they were all staring in random directions while some where even whistling. Peggy Jarvis Daniel And Howard opened the door with full surprise as 15 people stood there acting like they didn't see them but Daniel raised his gun Saying “you guys are trespassing on private property hands up!” but the first to respond was Steve taking the time to joke he had recently become quite the jokester spending too much time around Tony, he looked down from

looking at the ceiling and walked to the front of the group “Hey guys so uhm, come here often?” Peggy pulled her gun on Steve “whoever you are, this is a real sick joke showing up as Captain Rodgers on his 3 year mark of his death.” It was Tony who stepped in this time “ alright let's put the guns down and let us explain who and why we are here and captain nice joke I see I'm rubbing off on you.” They all stared in shock for a minute until they decided they were out numbers and dropped their weapons “Start Explaining” Peggy said with her hands on her hips. Thor piped in with “I see why you loved her, Rogers the sas fits you perfectly.” making steve Blush and look at the ground Tony made a vomit action and started to speak “We are the Avengers we are from the future and we came back to deal with Hydra once and for all because they grow to large in the future and almost destroy the world multiple times and end up tainting Shield forcing us to remove Shield.” With that they started not believing it so Toni pulled out his holographic phone and played videos from some of their encounters and they realized they were telling the truth. Peggy looks at Steve once more “are you… are you really here?” staring in shock “yeah sorry i missed our dance, but you found yourself a better partner then me.” As he sends a knowing look at Sousa, making them both blush and Sousa become intimidated, Steve continues “Don’t worry I'm happy for you guys.”

At that Peggy ran to Steve hugging him as an old friend was crying. “We have to get to work, we need to attack Hydra now we know where they are located already, we just need the manpower.” Tony said Breaking the silence and with that Howard spoke “Can we atleast get your names? If we are working together.” Tony nods and introduces everyone pointing as he speaks about people “I am Tony Stark also known as Iron Man your son, Captain Rogers known as Captain America, Thor King of Asgard a different plant God of Thunder, Shuri princess of Wakanda more intelligent than me and you combined, Bruce Banner known as The Hulk or Professor hulk now, Rhody known as war machine also my best friend, Hope Van Dyne known as the Wasp Hank Pym's daughter, Scott long known as Ant-man dating hope pym doesn't like that, Sam Wilson The Falcon Caps Best Friend #2, Rockett he a raccoon that was a test subject in a different galaxy, Groot hes a tree, Wanda also know as scarlett Witch dont fuck with her she hates hydra more then anyone, Natasha Romanoff Known as the Black Widow russian spy likes betting up the super soldiers.” With that there was a pause to take everything in and for Tony to catch a breath as Clint from the venting shaft jumps down and says “I'm Clint Barton American Spy also known as Hawkeye though you will need to speak up sometimes I have a hard time hearing.” as there was another pause as Howard asked “you said sam is the captain's 2nd best friend? I assume I'm the First right?” chuckling a bit Tony responds “no Bucky Barnes is his 1 bestfriend.” Howard pales a bit “ Bucky died though.” at that bucky landed behind but in between Tony and Steve making the 4 people jump not expecting it as he stood a blank stare he always wore on his faces not smiling showed. Tony spoke “And Bucky Barnes also known as caps bestfriend, the now ex winter soldier know known as the white wolf of Wakanda dont fuck with him he could kill all of us in this room currently.” with that bucky smirking at Tony and Howard just looking at him paler than before anyone could respond Howard asked “The winter soldier is you? How did you survive?” bucky froze and then responded “when the 107 was taken i was tested on it helped me survive the fall Hydra found me removed my arm and gave me the super soldier serum.” there was a pause as Shuri walked up to comfort Bucky ��after i had healed the scrambled my brain making me forget everything i was and trained to be a cold killer i have the memories but i wasn't in control i remember all the faces of those i killed the innocents and and the murderers i regret it but i had no control over it.” a single tear rolled down his and Tony's check as Tony hugged him finally gave his full forgiveness.

[i-just-love-spop]

Of babysitting and (potential) kitchen fires [Chapter one]

Chapter two

Arrow loves auntie Catra and the bedtime stories she always tells about her adventures with auntie Adora and Arrow’s parents.

Catra might be enjoying babysitting a little too much.

Meanwhile, Adora is unsure whether or not she would be a good mother.

And Glimmer just really, really needs some sleep.

[Shameless post season five Adora and Catra both want kids but haven’t talked about it yet-fic that was supposed to be a one shot but isn’t anymore. Starring: the best friend squad, two Glow/Glimbow children, Melog, cuddling, a bit of angst and, of course, the best friend squad teasing each other.]

Disclaimer: This was originally posted on my Ao3, EleenaDume, which I would love to source, but tumblr is driving me insane and apparently one of the reasons why my posts might not show up in the tags could be external links, so I’m trying it again without the link. If you want to check if I’m really the same person, I’ve added this account to my list of other accounts on my Ao3-profile.

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“That day, the most selfless girl in the galaxy learned that it was alright to choose herself for once – that it was the right choice to be selfish sometimes. And that’s how she saved the galaxy. The end.”

Catra clapped her hands together to empathize the ending of the story.

The little girl with the violet hair looked up at her. There was an excited glint in her eyes.

“Start over, I want to hear the story again! Please!”

Catra laughed as she ruffled the girl’s hair.

“Nice try, sweetie, but the time has come for little Arrow to go to sleep, because Queen Sparkles will show up soon and throw me out of your room if you don’t.”

Arrow pouted.

“Come on, auntie Catra. Just one more time. Auntie Adora can keep mom distracted in the meantime.”

The adult woman stroked the child’s head again and giggled softly. Damn, she really liked this kid.

“As much as I like the way you think, Glitter, your mom will end me if I keep you awake any longer. And I think she’s pert near issuing a decree about how much I get to talk about Adora here before I must be forcefully removed from the building at all costs,” She joked.

The child laughed.

“But mommy and dad are just as bad!”

“You’re the cheekiest girl in the entire universe. I’m so proud of you.” Catra hugged her gently. “Come on, little one. Time to sleep. I’ll tell you more stories tomorrow.”

Arrow squeaked happily, snuggled up to her aunt and caved.

“Okay, fine. But only if you promise.”

The adult smiled softly. Arrow was just about her favorite person in the entire universe – except for Adora, of course.

The remaining members of the best friend squad were pretty close behind, though.

“Of course. I promise, Glitter.”

She gently tucked the girl in the cupcake pajamas into bed.

“Wanna sleep lights on or lights off today?”

Glimmer and Adora watched Catra from the doorframe as she tugged Arrow in and then started singing her to sleep.

Adora was pretty close to melting into a puddle right then and there. Instead, she almost started crying and rubbed her wedding band nervously, all the universe’s love in her eyes in that very moment.

The scene alone was enough to turn her head all over again, and that wasn’t even including the fact that Catra’s singing was down right enchanting, and she would have happily listened to nothing but that for the rest of her life.

“Adora? ... Adora?” Her best friend gave her a gentle nudge. “Hey, Brightmoon to She-Ra, you in there?”

The blonde jerked extremely startled.

She’d been in a completely different world for the last couple of minutes.

“Yeah, uh, I was just-”

“Zoning out at Catra again. I know.” Adora went beet red. Glimmer winked at her and laughed softly. Despite her visible exhaustion, she still insisted on teasing her best friend. “I’m still surprised how good she is with kids. Arrow loves her to the stars and back.”

“Yeah, I know...”

She-Ra was still way too mesmerized by the scene to take her eyes off her wife and her niece.

“Have you two thought about it yet? You know, the... adoption thing we talked about?”

Well, that jerked the warrior princess back into reality, alright.

She turned away from Catra and Arrow, instead facing the wall across from the child’s room.

“I- we- uh-” she stammered. “I... don’t know. I think I’d be a terrible mom.”

Glimmer shook her head and looked at her best friend sternly.

“Why would you think that? That’s complete nonsense.”

“Well, I’m kind of a complete mess, and extremely chaotic and clumsy and- I tried cooking something recently, and then Catra hugged me from behind while I was doing it, and then my brain short-circuited and I almost burnt down the kitchen because I still can’t believe I’m married to Catra and it’s been ten years-” She was once again talking in that very Adora way where Glimmer wasn’t sure if she even took a single breath while sentence after sentence came out of her mouth in such a speed that it was hard to understand everything. “-and, I mean, I can’t take care of a child! I can barely take care of myself, and-”

Her best friend put her hands on the shoulders of the blonde.

“Adora. Breathe.”

“...right. That... That’s a... thing I should be doing.” She listened, took a couple of long-drawn-out breaths... and slowly, she started calming down again. “I’m sorry. It’s just... I don’t know if I would be a good mother.”

Glimmer smiled at her and pinched her cheek.

“Of course you would be a good mom. I mean, you’re not Catra, but you have watched Arrow before, and you were pretty good at it. And kids love you.”

Adora let out a long sigh.

“Yeah, maybe, but... I don’t know.”

“Hey, nobody’s forcing you to do anything, alright?” Glimmer hugged her. “If that’s not something you want, that’s perfectly fine. Kids aren’t for everyone, and you two are great together on your own. You don’t need kids to be happy.”

Adora shook her head.

“Yeah, no, I know, that... that’s not it. I... I actually think we would both like to have one, but.., the only mother figure we had back at the horde was Shadow Weaver, and I think we’re both afraid we could end up being the kind of parent she was. Catra more so than me.”

Glimmer stopped short.

That though alone seemed completely insane to her.

Adora was just about the nicest, kindest person she had ever met – except for maybe Bow –, while Shadow Weaver was most definitely cruelest, most manipulative asshole she could think of.

And while Catra’s story was... more complicated on that behalf, she still couldn’t imagine her being the kind of mother Shadow Weaver had been. Catra had learned from her mistakes, had overcome her fears and weaknesses and had become a better person along the way.

Shadow Weaver had never learned, never changed, and while her last moments had been a sacrifice, it had been one of cowardice more than one of courage.

A dead person didn’t have to face the mistakes she made. Didn’t have to deal with the people they hurt – the hate in their eyes and the words of anger, sadness and spite that would get thrown at them otherwise.

Catra had faced all that. She’d worked to complete exhaustion to rebuild the cities she’d helped destroy, and she’d went to the end of the galaxy and back to prove that she’d truly changed.

Despite that, some people hadn’t forgiven her, and they never would.

Some people still thought Adora deserved better, and that Catra was treating her badly and should be banished from the planet for good for everything she’d done.

That wasn’t happening... and Catra had learned to live with and accept what people thought of her. She knew she’d hurt others. And as much as she would have liked to turn back time to right her wrongs... she couldn’t.

What others thought of her wasn’t her choice to make. If she had hurt people too much for them to ever give her another chance, that was valid, and she accepted it.

It wasn’t her choice to make.

That made her a much bigger person than Shadow Weaver had ever been.

“Are you serious? Neither of you is anything like her, and you never will be. The way Catra treats Arrow, how she tucks her into bed and sings her to sleep... that’s something my mom used to do when I was little.” For a moment, there was a glint of sad melancholy in her eyes. “Mom would have loved Arrow. And Catra would have driven her absolutely bonkers... but if things hadn’t happened the way they did... I think she would have liked her too.”

Adora pulled her best friend into a hug.

“I...” She started, but Glimmer shook her head and interrupted he.

“Shadow Weaver wasn’t like this at all, was she?”

That was a pretty clear signal.

She didn’t want to talk or think about this any longer. At least not right now.

Adora could accept that and just continued on with the conversation as if nothing had happened.

That was part of their silent agreement when it came to talking about Angella.

“No, she wouldn’t have. Shadow Weaver was never the singing type.” She raised her hands and wagged her fingers in a silly imitation of a spell caster, hoping that would lift the mood again – at least a little. “She was more like ‘uuuuuh, I’m so evil and mean, and if you don’t go to sleep then the weeping princess will show up and murder you, or maybe I will, if you annoy me too much!’...”

She stuck out her tongue.

Glimmer giggled, and Adora joined in.

She could laugh about it today... at least a little.

That had been different for a long time.

“Hey Adora.” The two of them spun around. Apparently Arrow had fallen asleep by now, because Catra was now standing right next to them, the door closed behind her so they could speak loudly without waking the child up again. She looked at her wife all lovey-dovey for a moments then turned to Glimmer, grinned and bowed playfully. “Queen Sparkles, I humbly report your daughter has been put to bed and is asleep now.”

That earned her a gentle nudge against the shoulder from said queen, who rolled her eyes as she laughed.

“Why are you like this?”

Catra gave her a cheeky grin and winked at her.

“What can I say, it’s part of my charm.”

She then put an arm around her wife gently, who had finally stopped zoning out enough to properly greet her.

“Hey Kitty.”

Catra rolled her eyes.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

Adora pulled her close and looked at her smugly.

“You love it when I call you that.”

“I do not.”

Their faces were now merely inches away from each other.

Truth be told, Catra had given up on ever getting rid of the nickname when Adora had used it for the first time several years ago.

By now, she was sure just about all of Etheria knew about the dumb nickname – that maybe, just maybe, did send a nice feeling of comfortable warmth through her body when Adora said it.

The annoyed facade she put up was nothing more than that – just part of their playful flirting.

Their kiss was unsatisfyingly short.

Adora broke away almost immediately, grimacing. She wiped her mouth.

“...why do you taste like glitter?”

Catra, who had been kind of irritated and hurt until now, started cackling.

“So I might have given the kid a goodnight kiss to the forehead when I tucked her in, sue me.” She turned to Glimmer. “Sparkles’ husband kisses her all the time – I wonder how he does it.”

Her friend and her wife joined in the laughing really soon.

“I’ll have to thank my daughter for finding the absolutely only method I can think of that can keep you two from constantly making out in front of me,” Glimmer chuckled, smiling to herself.

Those two were almost disgustingly cute.

Almost.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but there’s nothing in the entire universe powerful enough to keep our hands off each other for long,” Adora commented truthfully.

The Horde, a war, a collapsing reality and an army consisting of robots and the clones of an insane maniac hadn’t stopped them. Keeping them away from each other for long was a task that would have required something a lot more complicated than a little glitter.

She put her arm around her wife’s waist and kissed her cheek.

Glimmer had a hard time keeping herself from commenting the purring that ensued as the smile on her lips grew wider.

She just looked at the two of them silently for a while until she spoke up again.

“Oh, and Catra... thanks for babysitting. I really appreciate it a lot.”

Spending time with them was nice... but she also started to feel her exhaustion more with every passing minute and wanted nothing more than to just collapse into her bed and sleep for a small eternity... or at least for approximately an hour before she would be woken up again.

The thought alone made her head spin.

But she was really, really thankful.

Catra had been immensely helpful when it came to watching Arrow, especially during these past few weeks.

“Hey, you know I love the kid. Anytime.” The brunette smiled. “I forgot to ask... how was your meeting?”

“Please don’t ask.” The Queen of Brightmoon grimaced and shuddered slightly. “It dragged on forever, and I was so tired that I feel like I missed out on half of what was being said.”

Adora shrugged.

“She fell asleep halfway through the meeting. We voted on whether or not we should let her sleep. It was the only unanimous decision of the day.”

Catra chuckled.

“Seems like you might have to be put to bed just like your daughter, huh, your majesty?” She joked.

Glimmer rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Believe me, I wish it was that easy. Angie is an absolute nightmare. I mean, I love her, and I would do anything for her... but I swear, neither me nor Bow has slept more than two hours at a time in the last three weeks. The kid has incredible lungs. And Adora‘s sleep-wake rhythm.”

The pink-haired woman groaned.

Catra nudged her wife gently.

“We’re really missing out, huh?”

At least for the first few seconds, Adora was certain her wife was kidding... but there was something in her voice...

„Speaking of missing out... what would you say if we took the little one for tonight?“ Adora said as if out of the blue. You two really need sleep and some time to yourselves, and...” She looked at her best friend sincerely, then glanced towards Catra in a meaningful way. “What do you think, Glimmer?”

“...Adora, are you sure?”

She-Ra nodded energetically.

“Of course. And even know how to warm up milk without burning the kitchen down by now... I think.”

She gave them a pretty unconvincing smile and an even less convincing thumbs up.

Catra looked at her wife, eyebrow raised.

“Sweetheart, do all of us a favor and just wake me up, alright? I’m not in the mood for another three o’clock-shower by Mermista.”

“...Or I’ll just wake Catra,” Adora assured her, giving an affirmative nod and smiling at Glimmer. “Come on...”

“Okay. Alright. But if something goes wrong or you need anything or-”

Adora put a hand on her shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“Now you’re the one who needs to remember how to breathe.”

Glimmer closed her eyes and nodded as she calmed down. Sometimes she really worried too much – especially when it came to her children.

She understood her mother much better these days.

“We’ll manage, Sparkles. Don’t overthink it so much. You really need sleep, damn it.”

Catra nudged her gently.

Glimmer smiled softly as she flung her arms around her two best friends.

“You two are such disasters. I love you so much...”

“Awwww. We love you, too.”

Adora was her usual, hug-loving self.

Catra was still a little tense when being touched by anyone but Adora, but it had been a long time since she’d last flinched back, and she was able to enjoy the gentle gesture of affection much more nowadays.

“Come on, Sparkles. We can go save your husband, and you two can get a good night’s sleep for once, how does that sound?”

“Alright. I’m in.” The Queen of Brightmoon smiled softly at her two best friends. “And – potential kitchen fires aside –, I’m sure you’ll do great.”

A/N: Thank you for reading, feedback would be appreciated a lot!

The second chapter will be much more heavy on Glimbow content.

[calboniferous]

Duality

Chapter 7 – Garen

Garen paced the length of the room. Four steps one way and four steps back. With the briefing over and the Masters occupied elsewhere, Garen dropped his façade of ‘calm’. He didn’t need to be Knight Muln in front of Bant. He was just Garen.

Bant watched him and Garen knew she was waiting for him to speak first. Not that he had the first clue how to put what was inside him into words. The very thought of it make his throat close up.

One, two, three, turn…

The need to do something, anything, itched under his skin. He wanted to train until this awful restless energy was gone and his mind was empty of anxiety. That wasn’t an option on this ship. The cargo hold was too small and he didn’t think the masters would approve of Garen working himself to exhaustion. Hells, Garen himself wouldn’t approve.

One, two, three…

If he was in the temple, he would run to the hangars and hunt down whatever ship was due for repairs, tear the thing apart and then put it back together. The methodical procedures of painstakingly cleaning the parts, slotting each component into their rightful place and running systems checks always helped when he was like this.

Again, not an option when the ship in question was flying through hyperspace.

And so, the anxiety knotted and writhed inside him.

One, two…

Garen had seen Obi-Wan a mere few days ago when they went to report to the council. He’d grinned and greeted him with open arms, exchanging friendly verbal stabs at each other as was their custom.

“Hey Kenobi, where’s your wroshyr tree?”

Jinn was tall and bushy enough to pass as one and for the amount the Master sung the praises of the living force and actually carried around plants in his pockets, the jibe was fitting. Now, the larger-than-life Master of the living force was dead.

Garen flexed his hand but the tremor it had developed wouldn’t abate. He flexed it again.  

One…

Was the artificial gravity always this weak? The part of his brain devoted to piloting facts knew that the artificial gravity generators in all Jedi transports were set to simulate galactic standard. The too-light jittery feeling in his limbs was all his own mind, then.

“Are we going to talk or are you going to keep wearing a hole in the floor?” Bant broke the stalemate and Garen paused, hand clenched at his side.

“Maybe,”

Bant sighed, “Maybe what. Obi-Wan knew he could get hurt or killed in the line of duty just like the rest of us.”

“The rest of us—” he broke off, “None of us are ready to watch it happen to someone else. We learned how to let go but we never learned how to be helpless like this,” He swallowed harshly but the lump in his throat didn’t leave.

“We both know what happened to Master Sifo-Dyas. We can’t let that happen to Obi-Wan.” His voice trembled, low and thick with emotion.

“Garen, you might not get a choice. There’s only so much we can do. Force willing, he will be fine.”

The fear bloomed in his chest like a fireball in open space. Hungry, volatile and threatening to burst through his seams as it sucked oxygen and life to fuel it.

“And what if he isn’t, Bant? What if the Split drives him mad like it did to Master Sifo-Dyas—leaves him and crippled with visions of the future until he can’t tell what’s real or not?”

“Garen!”Bant gasped.

“Don’t give me that. Everyone knows he was too good of a pilot to crash a ship like the official reports said. I would know, I’m a pilot. I flew with him. Obi-Wan’s already grounded in the unifying force just like him and it’s not a good precedent.”

Bant snapped. “Knight Muln!” Her raised voice broke Garen’s tirade and he flinched. Then, softer, “This isn’t helping.”

Wind stripped from his sails, fire stifled and extinguished, he stood. His hand unclenched and did not tremor.

“What if it’s like Knight Mern and it– it just kills him.” His voice cracked into a whisper.

Bant folded him into a hug, sitting them both down “Like Master Koon said, we should prepare.”

Head resting on her shoulder, Garen let out a shaky breath. “You’re right.”

“I usually am.”

Garen snorted softly. The tension between them faded and they pulled apart.

“Meditate with me?”

“Of course.”

The routine was always the same. Breathe in for four counts, out for six. In for five, and out for seven. And so on until the group breathed in unison, no longer counting. Then, they could begin to unravel the knots of stress and emotion.

They had been doing this since they were younglings, Bant always leading their little group into peace with soft instructions. She found it good practise for her mind healing studies.

It was just the two of them now though and Garen felt the absence of Obi-Wan, Quinlan, and Reeft keenly. The creche bonds he shared with each of them stretched off into the galaxy, far too distant to sense anything through.

Anything except death. The breaking of a bond would be felt no matter the distance.

Garen feared that it would be here in hyperspace where he could not help that his bond with Obi-Wan would snap. That they would arrive on Naboo knowing he was lost. Knowing they were too late.

Bant brushed up against his presence in the force, bond humming between them. Many of her own thoughts mirrored his and, recognising this, they breathed and confronted them. These were the tangles in the glowing psychic landscape of their minds. Yes, those fears were real and felt for good reason, but they served no purpose.

Slowly, time strange while floating in the depths of the force, they loosened each tangle and put names to what was weighing on their minds. Never forgotten, but never clung to. Surrendered back to the force.

They let them go.

They emerged from meditation stiff, but with renewed balance. The hum of the ship’s engines changed pitch, signalling the drop to sublight speed.

Garen and Bant exchanged a look and made their way to the cockpit.

Master Koon was already recalculating the navicomputer and preparing the jump to lightspeed again. No delay in his deft movements.

Master Che spoke, “We received an update from Naboo. Their team managed to retrieve the security footage of the duel and it seems our worries about the darksider were all for nothing.”

She handed over the datapad but didn’t let go immediately, meeting Bant’s eyes. “You know how it will end for Master Jinn. You do not have to watch if you don’t want too—there is a transcript.”

Master Che released the pad. Bant and Garen left the Masters in peace.

“Garen?” Bant asked when they settled on the couch, a finger hovering over the files displayed on the pad, implication clear.

He jerked his chin in a nod. “I want to see with my own eyes.”

Neither of them spoke again for the seven minutes it took the footage to play, transfixed by the tiny figures onscreen playing out events that had already come to pass. There was no sound, but the image was completely intact.

They watched the black-clad figure emerge through the shielded corridor closely pursued by Qui-Gon. The Jedi Master was unmistakable even in this grainy holo recording. If his height didn’t give him away, his thunderous ataru lightsabre technique would have.

He engaged the darksider and Obi-Wan finally appeared in frame

That this was a highly trained darksider was not lost on Garen. He tried not to think too hard about what that meant. Or, about who could have trained them to be skillful enough to go toe-to-toe with a Jedi Master and Senior Padawan who regularly trashed Knights in the salles.

Knowing that it was coming didn’t make watching Qui-Gon being run through any easier. Beside him, Bant inhaled sharply. Garen’s heart ached for Obi-Wan, seeing his reaction through the distortion of the shield.

At least he knew Obi-Wan made it out alive. He forgot that last fact briefly when Obi-Wan fell into the pit, only releasing his caught breath when Obi-Wan didn’t plummet to his death.

When Obi-Wan bisected the darksider, Garen slipped his hand into Bant’s and gripped tight.

Onscreen, Qui-Gon took his last breaths and Obi-Wan’s face contorted in pain. Garen was glad when the recording ended a minute later.

Bant squeezed his hand and switched off the datapad. Side-by-side and hand in-hand, they sat there for some time after.

Hold on, Obi-Wan. We’re coming.

[theseagull16]

Warning the following content includes swearing ideas of suicide attempted suicide and depression and anxiety and mental illness detailed graphic descriptions and sexual references and criminal acts which could be upsetting to some viewers viewers discretion advised before reading the rest of this post remember this is all of my own oc is not official and I don't know how to make it if it's even possible anyone knows please comment but for now is this is my personal SCP but other Scps mentioned are real as in official

At present day Dizzy has requested out of the blue for an interview it's noted that is SCP has often refused any interviews that is requested to her and any interviews normally that she participates in are immutable, lies or just plain out ignored. But Dizzy has come to researchers and bargains an interview for the deal of being allowed to visit SCP 1508 in private for an hour at least site director... has agreed to the interview and taking Dizzy bargain so long as she doesn't cause any harm at all, any sign of aggression or sines of excitemen stress to anyone during the interview any signs of escape interview and her deal will be off. Dizzy has to where when juring outside of her containment high Dennsery expense gloves to avoid causing inorganic objects to be affected with poison table and area around Dizzy is not to be approached by interviewer or touched juring interview because that would trigger the response of the poston to exploding and causing the effect to happen. Interview Dizzy being green interviewer is in blue

Begin log

Instant silence

You know we could come closer I won't bite, l said I won't hurt anyone and you're standing in the middle of the room on a chair looking like an idiot might as well come closer to the table.

I would but you're leaning your elbows on the table causing your so-called "poison" to infected it and if I touched any object infected with dos green veins I end up suffering norva and diarrhea for the next good 62 hours

sigh what's the point of having these gloves on when everything is already infected with this stuff, there's on point keeping them on

She throws the gloves into a nearby bin

I don't think you're allowed to do that

Err fuck like who's going to care anyway, not like I'm using them anyway

Still if you don't coporate this interview will be over

then herey up and say some God them questions

Alright why a sudden desire to communicate. Until say yesterday you refuse to take any interviews flipping off, telling to f*** off or any other offensive language to anyone who comes near you with the idea of doing any experiments or interviews. And in unlucky situations sometimes you even vandalised there cars, objects rooms, or just make them sick

(A laugh could be heard in a slight giggle) what can I say they deserved it

To you maybe

They do deserve it Dizzy slams her fists onto the table

Calm remember

Yeah I know stay calm or no interview blah you're probably going to ask me about that later in the questions and to answer your question about why I suddenly have the urge to talk to you bush bags I have my reasons but I don't think that's important the only thing your little Foundation fides important is I share my knowledge I ceep carefully to myself so if you want to know anything just ask you're stupid question you had on your mind since the day you started working and found out about me now then I can get on with my day

So long as it ends with you visiting SCP- 1508.

If you mean by Joe which is his name by the way then yes yes I do

Which moves on to the next question why do you dislike when we call you by your designated numbers instead of your name

AAA Dizzy Flores her head back laughing before continuing in a mocking manner you supposed to be smart but still asked me simple easy questions. What to get my opinion it's kind of obvious I don't like being called that because I'm not your property is the degrading and I have a name so I don't see why not use it. it's supposed to be respectful to use somebody's name and I don't see being called at number is very respectful it's why anything or anyone in here that doesn't have a name I give a name

Is that why you break into other SCP containment rooms.

At first usually I just go into the room for entertainment in the form of a conversation or to hopefully make a new friend like and Joe, know any other SCP but then after I get to know them better and I found out they have no identities and some of them are also as miserable as s***. So I give them a name to have an identity with the name.

why do you have the urge to break into other SCP containment for your own entertainment can't use ask for something to keep you entertained

No it's more than just entertainment is the opportunity to travel, explore, marvel and brighten up the day of different objects and people that can usually only be found in fantasy amazing and every experience is almost always something new you can't put a price on that or replicated is not same and it kind of pisses everyone off, so it's an added bonus for me ahah.

Next question are you aware of your other a anomalous traits other than your main one

Do you mean other than the fact that I didn't take a s*** in literally over 60 years, I haven't cough, sneeze, or felt anything other than normal for decades that I don't even need the shower when just for entertainment and It turned the water green with my poison, and that anything that comes on to me like bacteria that is harmful gust slides off my body and clothing and every part of me, that I can't feel actual fear other than shock seeing it's a negative emotion or the fact that I can't be affected by medication even with a positive effect and life vitals machines don't actually work from me yeah I kinda have notice

What's your opinion on the SCP held here at the site and throughout the foundation hard to pinpoint your exact your opinion on SCP even when observing other SCP is hard to get your exact opinion your reaction are randoms to say the least

Actually that kind of a hard one Doc, my reaction is random because it's really depending on what happens when I go in there I don't really know what to expect I just go with the flow and see what goes on in there really it's kinda going into a room blindfolded almost and as for my opinion for other SCP some of them I actually I'm glad they're stuck in here seeing that they will probably kill the whole god damn universe if they ever got out and others I feel sorry and also disgusted by the foundation for keeping it here it's not their fault and they're not even dangerous they just a little different that's all that star eyed girls she just want to get out but you won't let her shame on you

She which you have named galaxy never put any request for ever mentioned for going outside

That's because he is scared if you would just sedate her like other in here

She wouldn't be scared if people not mentioning names didn't tell exactly what people do in here to SCP when they are to Wiley

yeah put the blame on me why not it's not like he has brains to figure it out by yourself you really underestimated SCP that's another reason I find the foundation disgusting we're not objects or least not all of us

Moving on

Hurry up

Do you anything about the laxatives in the tea of dr ....

Maybe

now let's get to the source of this conversation in the first place, why the sudden urge to visit SCP- 1504 usually if you just want to see him you preferably or duo not encouraged method break into his containment and settings free usually or vice versa why now you deciding to go for more for the less catastrophic method of visiting

Like I said before I have my reasons

Oh really

What are you getting at is this a double course because if it's a double course I will

Don't worry we can't even double cross you know negative effect remember

We did some research on your friend Joe as you call him and surprisingly we discovered that today is his birthday and it so happens since was contained every year on his birthday he seems to be more miserable year after year it's also happened you demanded an interview you might despise us but we are intelligent we kind of put the dots together you might as well admit it

.... Alright fine I admit it I ordered this interview in hoping to get privileges of allowing me to visit him on his birthday he is miserable is sad seeing the only companion you probably have around here for who knows how long I stop counting decades ago just drink and get high on his birthday and not even happy it's a miserable sort of way in a sense of will depression and years getting older nothing to getting better for him even after me even just visiting him in his cell still miserable tied up in there but not even a single birthday cake or compliment from anyone other than me to make him feel better even though I know you don't even notice so I decided to take the long short by getting this party

That quite admirable actually your friend is not getting on well with his birthday so you decided to do something sweet for him, don't think from your records of time we let you two be together you'll probably get a reward like an extra radio but a party station I don't know

Worth a try

And what happens if it fails

I guess you'll be another miserable year then

Never realised that your friends up with SCP 1504 this toxic

Personally I think that comment is bullshit.

What makes you think that don't you notice you encourage each other to drink, smoke, commit crimes, and vandalism even notice once a couple of years back that you and "Joe" somehow managed to make a secret meff lab and using it to experiment with different a SCP for fun in the basement of site 91

Hahaha I'm surprised you idiots didn't notice that earlier we somehow managed to drug up at least 6 SCP before anyone noticed and even then it was by accident when they were clean out the old basement Dizzy throws back in her seat laughing AH AH

You think it's funny to drug up SCP some of them are people you know

Bravo and in only took you experimenting on them and somebody else who having needles jabbed into them who are not scientists to say it

Regardless don't you recognise that what you and 1504 are doing is cruel and reckless

Hypocrite!!

You know what I mean

sure on the surface it sounds ridiculous and somewhat crazy and be honest we kind of are it a way but before you see anything is my explanation when you were immune to heam itself we kind of lose the will to be careful in a way and when no negative effect can be brought on to you you also lose more of that desire to hold back in a sense it doesn't mean that your conscience has been affected it does means you're a terrible person a little bit bad but deep down good people or at least I'm a good person and the people we "druged up" as you called it they were all willing to do it and some of those people even asked for those hi all of the SCPS we did it were objects creatures that were animals in a way and people who asked or couldn't get any worse if we give it to them see the records none of those SCP if you don't believe me none of them were harmed at the a little bit delirious and tired after a while but fine we're not monsters we don't do it to hurt them in the way we do it to make them feel better what do you think people take drugs in the first place to make them forget about the horrible things in life it's not good to them and it temporary but what else can I get around here some of them they even steal it from us check the records again if we didn't do it together we probably would have done it in any other scenario and as for encouraging each other for doing thinks like I said when your immune due to lose any sense of dread do it we drink and smoke but in a way is nothing other than like drinking water or leads to me and as for Joe he gets drunk and high but in the end of the day it doesn't kill him it just get a headache I only do it the keep company if I do stop him you just do it anyway so really I I don't do it nothing bad will happen we are not normal people plush employees in the foundation actually bought some of the meth we made before they were probably discovered

OK how much other scenarios like the time you and Joe still Dr.... car and drove it through a SCP portal to another dimension into a abandoned waste dump full of scrap metal that goes on for miles not only did you also kidnap a mtif soldier and through in the back of your car but you also crashed the place and then crashed the car all the time when you and Joe escaped he loading some rich women and you beated her with cricket bat and then stole her money another terrible time when you were transported to another complete by plane with a couple of other SCP they decided to be better if you travel in an like normal people instead of in an enclosure and you're scps friends including Joe before you even entered the plane you used a plank placed on a rod on the floor to hit Dr clef in the balls

Slight giggles

you turned a man into a crying wimp on the floor clutching his groinedon in the plane when a Stuart found out you were french he greeted you in French you shouted back to him vous pouvez sucer le Dr Clef glorifié boules meurtries enflées Stanley Joe got drunk and you filmed it he passed out and then insulted and walked around the whole plane during the entire flight and when you came down you did the same thing you did to Dr clef only to Dr bright even though he tried to avoid it

Ok as for the car bit I was upset about my miserable life and so was joe slightly drunk and felt like we both needed something to cheer each other we saw the car out and I know Dr.... loves that car sweat to God I think I was him kissed it. I got pissed seeing Dr.... is a go for nothing jerk he puts D class into danger for no reason that's like any other people and just like any other person I would want to punish him I told this to Joe well you know what he had the idea of and there was a testing with SCP-093 dimension portal nearby so you can guess what happens next we hijack the car with some bottles of whiskey from some security officer and a camera, Dr.... was me in the car and I flip him off you should have seen the look on his face it was priceless and so we just drove straight through the portal like nothing and mtif trucks was chasing us it was absolute thrill and never felt so alive. And I didn't give a care of anything. The car was faster than them one of the sodger somehow managed to get up to us much have been in the back we didn't notice he was out match I paralyzed him and then we throw him in the back he was a jerk anyway so I don't care Anyway when the gas run out we watching the sunset tuke pictures of the car each other and us settings to the top of the car drnking whiskey having a blast gust two friends hanging out so we have no blame it was f****** awesome then the mtif scod fade us got the guy out of the truck and tode us back the car getting distorted was a actsdet nothing to do with us when we got back one of the crans for the portal fell

Ok

As for the incident in the plane Dr clef had it coming for the looongest time just ask any female SCP or researcher I did them a favour. That'll teach him a lesson to make smart ass remarks not so tough when reality

I'll be lying to say your not a little bit right there

The flight attendant mug and I wasn't it really in a good mood since I hate the foundation ice auto be a good time to that's really good friends was making some interesting memory videos and making them all upset. The woman incident was when me and Joe escape once we needed money and there was no banks nearby but a horrible rich woman don't feel sorry for her, we only steel off people that really deserved it well I do Joe don't I make him do it because I don't want him stealing off innocence the lady was a rich scamp who treated the poor folk like trust and Roberts said she was in the black market and even sleep with one of the old judges to get off from stealing charity money from orphans she deserved what she got, we beat up a little not anything fatal just enough to make her ugly then stole some money we broke into her house and use my powers to give us so blisters on her feet to just to make sure that the hit one kill her. And Joe hit her in the back with a bat

Why do you feel like you can use your powers to punish the ones who avoid the justice system in some ways

I have to power to make people suffer I might as well use it tell me if you had a chance to save someone or just stand whilst they be killed you would obviously choose them it's similar to how when I see somebody doing harm I can't just stand there I have to make them pay for it I believe everyone gets what they deserve eventually even if not in life they will get it in hell but it's too late because they're dead so I make sure they get the punishment before the dead to know what they did was wrong

when ever you brings us this or just someone annoys you and you played a prank on them you never killed them no matter how bad things they did are

because if I killed them I will be as bad as the people I call monsters I might have lost a lot of things but I would never ever in any circumstances lose my homity and dignity by being a hypocrite and committing what I believe is the worst thing a person can do to a person bring death and personally I don't really see this as a punishment when it comes to my own suffering I feed as a way out but obviously I'm immortal so that will never happened

When you first came to this Foundation was very suicidal it seemed to approve over the time I'm are you still suicidal

Sort moment of silence

Not as before to say I'm not completely suicide that would be lying kind of faded almost as the decades went through I see it as a sort of sideeffect being a model eventually your pain blur's into the conscience of your mind and your personality over take it because nobody get the live as long as me and I have pretty of distracted seeing as Foundation always bring something new that helps friends I made since helped but to say I'm cured completely nope some days is worse than others sometimes. but if there was a better option to be free for my depression I will take it of course but I'm glad I'm better than before you wouldn't believe how dark that mindset is

Has therapy helped

Yes definitely but is not just therapy I find everything helps me in some ways when it comes to friends to talk to even strangers people to listen to it that matter to get it off your chest helps a lot.

Speaking of your oh so "lovely" friends let's talk about them apart from Joe you made a couple of them over the years some more favourable than others let's talk about them less start with your closest friend and the reason why this interview is taking place in the first place Joe

Well you already know his life from his file as an SCP there's not really much to say about him apart from the fact what is he really like because unlike the rest of you I actually know for fact what he's saying or doing hints why we're so close friends

and hints why you 2 can get away with things like robbing people only two days ago you somehow managed to borrow 50 quid out of the wallet of Dr....

And we spent it on a magic coffee dispenser to trick somebody into drinking bin water just for fun

Nmmmm

But Joe and I kind of need each other he's the first to person to really understand me a fellow SCP you became my friend somebody who knows what it feels like to be lonely and is suffer for a good majority of time in fact I could say he suffers more than me even.I had are you still have a human connection or more reality until he met me he was suicidal depressed and nobody had any idea of it or even he had a blue tick knowledge you should have seen his face when you first realise he finally found somebody to connect to you and don't leave me feel worse that he couldn't give me a hug you know that's why he's in the streets that could because the amount of fluid is Santa's lack of escape makes a mad the let us be with each other and in close proximity because if he doesn't have a human connection now he goes nuts and once he was so this before escape from the mental pain he grabbed me by the solders and end of catching severe case of schizophrenia but also seeing him like that screaming bagging blood everywhere for the 62 hours is painful to watchbut we help with turning away we keep eachother company we have each other's backs we stop each other from going crazy I can feel my world go up if you don't want them with him because he doesn't care what I am he's not here to study he's really the only person that really gives a damn for me anymore and maybe is just because he's desperate for company but it's genuine at least

What about other people But 1st oof Did you ever fall in love

No, if you'd read my record, you would know that my anomalous ability makes people unable to be sexually interested in me, including able to feel any romantic feelings towards me which really sucks because nobody can ever fall in love with me which really sucks because I didn't have a boyfriend before all of this which really fuckin' sucks

Ok let's go back to some other questions then what are some of the other friends like scp-507

Honestly he's a nice guy but we and close friends sometimes gets nervous to are idea of fun mostly pranking people not into that sort of stuff sometimes me and Joe would sneak into his room he's pretty good at using computers

Explain

don't worry we just asked him let us see some videos that we are banned on watching well Joe's banned from watching is's nothing that bad and it's not like we scanned anything light drinker doe sometimes we will go to the roof to drink and being nice we invited him to come with us if you refused he would wosh out after half a bottle

Is that even allowed

Ah F*** them

What about jonesy the half cat you seem to be close to jonesy cat

I love jonesy his sweet and cute be honest he Sims more Joe friend seeing that I can't pet him but he's not afraid of me I can always play with him I told him tricks too

What tricks

I taught him to attack on command he wrecked Dr.... face it was hilarious. Moment of silence come on it was funny he only had a scratch

Moving on how about something different about Dr bright and agent Rocky Jones.

Temporary silence

Are you alright

Yes.

I believe rocky was the first person you ever encountered after your condition so to say happened if I believed correctly you two became close friends over the years even after his hair ternd completely grey you use to joke about that and he'd take time to come to see you and often joke about it until he's unfortunate demise unfortunately turned out to be by Dr bright

Rocky was a good man he was sent to like the other mtif soldier he went to the foundation for the sole reason of wanting to help others and protect others he never shot any human and never ever killed anyone even go against orders to save people including civilians and to avoid death casualties

he still experienced poison first time and leaving the second time he cut off his own hand to avoid getting infected again

Ok f*** off that was by accident and so was the second time you can't go 50 years without hitting an accident even if it's twice the actor of him cutting his arm off surprised me he did it so quickly and so swiftly I still feel sorry for him no matter how many times I see his prosthetic arm and no matter how many times he said to me it was ok I couldn't forgive myself for it but he never blame to me I don't know why but you never blam with me I'm Grace's for that

Unfortunately Dr Jack fight thought it would be a good test subject to a SCP due to the lack of D class and he was close to retirement he killed him with an axe and then experimented on his parts with SCP....

Anger: dat no good whatever he is didn't deserve to kill an innocent man and get away with it no matter how high he's clearance I wanted revenge I wanted to bury rocky picked up what's left of him in the acid bath and bury him of cause acid has no effect on me he's a skeleton but still l made sure he had a proper funeral with me Joe, some classes who are kind of nice and some scientists to also didn't like what bight did and missed rocky but he was the closest thing to a funeral I can get And then plotted my plan it was quite easy wait until it's dark nobody around other than the D classes, SCP and Joe distracted him than the clobbered him over the head well Joe bib then we tied him up to a cargo trolley and use my powers to give him a nail fungus I wanted the real pain to be more brutal than anything I have and then we'll come up he said crossword threaten even gloated and I stuck them over the face for that I told him he was going to suffer he said didn't care he's suffered before but I doubt he'd ever suffer like he did there and you could tell him his face he knew he was f***** when he realised what was coming to him a pit full of angry D classes who all had a bone to pick with him and some SCP who are also hated his guts and so didn't take the D classes we tied him up to the trolley made sure he'd couldn't escape and through him into the pit you should have heard him screaming begging for his released and even asking for help but no he was going to suffer just how rocky did .... 10 times worse the fact that I use my powers against him meaning that he wouldn't die butter suffer for round a good 10 hours it's more worse than poison because it's gets revenger gardens Joe and I just sat there watching with show during beer with him and some cigarettes it was the most relaxing thing I ever did for revents in the morning when everyone came and they put them out he's so scared of me after that's incident and it should be

And what you hate doctor bright so much

He's a prick

Oh really because your friend the plague doctor says otherwise

f*** you the plague doctor is not my friend I met him once when I escaped and he escaped in the same time and I found him by chance I only stayed with him after that to stop him from killing more people I didn't stop him from turning the bodies into what the plague doctor called the pestilence and the curd because they're already dead but he is scared of me he felt poison my poison and he's petrified of me

True when we asked about you in an interview with him he did say he was petrified to you but he also said you hate Dr bright to because you envy him you envy everything about him that he's in a SCP and he has the freedom that you can only wish for freedom to see your family the freedom to feel love freedom to have friends without restrictions to socialise and don't need to worry about making somebody have cancer just by giving them a hug and how he's anomalous ability doesn't seem to affect him that much and you hate when he says he feels upset due to his SCP status saying that because you're the only one who understands to suffering through and SCP you haven't seen your family in their decades you didn't even get to go to your parents funeral when font out you escaped to see the graves of the died of natural causes when MTF squad found are you are weeping at the graves they let you stay there a few minutes and then you went by your own recalled you carried on crying 4 weeks after that and as three siblings you don't even know what they look like no picture of them you have nothing

That plague doctor is wise I will give him that destrudo why am I a nice SCP but I'm stuck in here but all just constrictions that any other SCP has but Dr bright probably the worst person and most dumbest person I ever met is allowed almost get away with everything is not fair and that's for the real reason I hate him he says he understands and is sad because of his predicament of being a immortal he doesn't because I'm immortal to his immortality has no chains attached to it it's it's just sad to say just like that me there's always a catch I could just walk out of here with nobody stopping me but the catch is there's always a catch there's nothing for me out there there's no hatred there's no love there's no nothing what's the point of being a immortal if you can't enjoy it the only thing I bring is sickness and sadness I have to worry about giving people cancer just buy hugging them people are scared of me because of my ability and it should be but I feel miserable Dr bright is able to enjoy his life and he dares feels upset because of his predicament he should be god damn lucky he doesn't need to worry about it I didn't himself I have to worry about not only in myself my mental health but also others are not only hurt

is that why you stay here your numbers ability does prevent us from stopping you leaving

Yes

I see

it's also the reason whenever he says he understands pain the SCP feel the pain that he brings other people I make sure he's truly feels pain and he gets punished for his wrong doing

Now can I have my our with Joe

we'll have to see but that there's a lot of checklist to go through they might be even the couple of days who knows weeks until your permission has been approved

Ash I knew I wouldn't be getting to see Joe today but ok have a backup plan I went to Joe cell and talk to him before I came here if getting is interview fails there's always plan b this is breaks out and we go to the roof to enjoy ourselves and private for an hour

What

Gjvd

Rumbling noises lights Go out

Note lights went out due to SCP 1504 sneaking into the control room and the stopping the lights dizzy then escape through her miss form through the ventilation system and the two met on the roof after SCP 1504 took couple of bottles of beer from dr.... office the two stage on the roof remaining hour on deck chairs that SCP 1504 stole from a supply closetthe towards the sunset together was drinking beers a small recording managed to be caught before cameras went off of the two on the roof

SCP 1504 is blue and dizzy is green

So how was the interview

you no it was emotional but at least I got to see you too old friends

to old friends

the two then sheared and continue watching the sunset

End log

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 124

124

Keith couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t stand. He didn’t understand this. He didn’t understand it all. First Shiro, Sam, Curtis and Matt... now Lance. The four of them. The four of them were missing. He’d left Lance behind. He’d left him behind and believed he’d be safe. Coran had rushed off with Rieva and the waiting medical team. Allura, Krolia, Pidge, Colleen, and Hunk, had all been waiting in the reception when they’d gotten back. He’d thought... he thought they were all worried because of Rieva... until Pidge threw herself into his arms sobbing. Allura as downtrodden as she softly explained Lance had gone missing. He’d said he was going to call Keith, but hadn’t come back. Keith hadn’t gotten any call. He’d been so busy trying to call Shiro that he’d... that he hadn’t tried to call until they were nearly back at VOLTRON. He’d run a red light trying to call his beloved boyfriend... fear gripping him tightly as he choked on his own panic.

He’d lost it. He’d lost it at Allura... then Hunk... then finally crumpled in Pidge’s hold. He didn’t understand. Lance wouldn’t simply go off on his own. None of them understood. None of them cared. He’d yelled it in anger and felt none the better for doing so. Allura was supposed to protect Lance. She was supposed to stay by his side. Lance hadn’t been confident, yet he’d taken control of the situation. He’d stepped up forced himself to step back. He shouldn’t have made Lance stay. This was his fault. Lance... Lance who’d barely been awake the last few days. Who loved cuddles over violence and knew he was panicked over Shiro. He’d stayed to stay safe.

“Keith, we have work to do. The four of them going missing at once is no coincidence. We need to get started as soon as possible on their trail. I know it’s hard, but we’re going to get them back. You can’t lose hope before the search begins. Allura, we’ll make use of the Blades main briefing room. We need access to VOLTRON’s security feed. Pidge... Lance says you’re some kind of technical whiz, until our agents arrive, I need your help. Keith, did you take photos of the scene?”

Keith stared up at his mother, galaxy eyes filled with tears as he nodded

“Good. Hunk can help you with those. Whatever happened, we’ll work this out. Colleen, I’ll need your help too. I’m unfamiliar with the college and car park layout”

His mum sounded painfully like Lance. Lance knew how to brain when it really mattered. Not like him. He always lost his head when it came to Shiro. Extending both her hands, she pulled he and Pidge off the floor at the same time. Pidge already pulling herself together

“I should be able to get a location on their phones, but I need access to a laptop”

“Lance’s laptop’s in his room”

“Allura and I will go. You guys get started working out what we know. I’m going to kick Matt’s arse if he’s okay”

Keith didn’t want to break it to Pidge that Matt wouldn’t have willingly left Rieva. She already knew it, but it was one of those things best left unsaid out loud.

*

Setting up in the briefing room, Allura wheeled in another white board so they could work off that. Krolia was on the phone now, James and the rest of the werewolves on route the scene that Kolivan was now at. Keith didn’t know what to do with himself once Hunk helped him get the photos off his phone and onto Lance’s laptop, which Allura had Pidge print. Colleen had written a timeline on the whiteboard, filling in when Lance had called Pidge, roughly what time Allura had returned with Hunk, and what time Lance had gone missing. She’d also filled in when she’d last heard from Matt and from her husband.

Keith hadn’t thought about how she must feel. Her son’s girlfriend was in surgery. Her son and her husband were missing. He knew the relationships were very different, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about how his boyfriend had disappeared from VOLTRON. Lance was so stupid as to wander off... but surely they must have searched for him. He wanted to search himself, in case Lance had collapsed somewhere close and needed their help but couldn’t call for help. He’d been doing a lot better, other than the exhaustion. They’d talked a little about the future. About making plans once the case with Sendak was over. It hardly seemed like a week since they were up at the cabin for his birthday.

“Alright. I’ve got the surveillance up from outside the bookstore...”

Pidge pulled it up, playing it over the projector for all of them see. Keith couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Lance alone. His phone in his hands, and his shoulders hunched as if he was trying to look smaller. Out of nowhere his boyfriend slumped to the ground, phone sliding across the pavement as a large car pulled up. In less the ten seconds Lance was in the car and it was gone. Two large figures dressed in layers to disguise their shape and size had picked Lance up like he was nothing, all but throwing him into the back of the car, then pulling away as if nothing happened.

“What the fuck?!”

Pidge’s exclamation overlapped Hunk’s worried “Oh man, oh man, oh man”. Keith shaken that they’d not only taken Lance, but Lance had gone out the front on his own

“I’m going to see if his phone’s still there...”

Allura shut her down. The last thing needed was something happening to Pidge

“I’ll go. You see if you can find the footage from the hallway. He left from Coran’s office”

“Why would he leave?”

Keith’s question wasn’t really directed at anyone. He couldn’t make sense of what he’d seen. Allura already on the move to check the front of the store. He and Coran came through the front door. He hadn’t even looked. He’d been too preoccupied opening the door so Coran could carry Rieva in

“Hunk, did Lance say anything? Was he acting strange?”

Hunk jumped slightly at Krolia’s question

“No. He was worried about Rieva... and Keith. He said he was going to call Keith because they should have reached Rieva by now”

If he’d just fucking called. If he’d called Lance...

“Keith. Don’t do that. Those thoughts won’t help”

It was Keith’s turn to jump at Krolia suddenly talking to him

“I should have called... I was so busy trying to find Shiro...”

“Stop. Now. Why would Lance head out the front when he knew there was danger?”

“I don’t know!”

“Getting angry isn’t going to help anyone”

“Excuse me?!...”

His mother was pushing all the wrong buttons

“... He’s sick and he’s fucking pregnant, if you haven’t forgotten!”

“I am well aware of Lance’s condition. What I need is to know why he’d walk into danger”

“He’s only do that if... if he thought we were in danger... or Keith... What about his mum?”

Pidge brought up a point none of them thought about. Miriam

“Does he have any other family in town?”

Krolia knew a little of Lance’s family dynamic, Keith supposed he knew actually knew the most

“His brother Luis. Luis’s wife Lisa... and I think maybe his brother Marco. I don’t know where Veronica and Rachel are. Lance isn’t contact with his siblings”

Pidge raised an eyebrow

“He has more than one brother? I think he mentioned it at some point... but there’s more of them?”

“He... doesn’t get along with his family, other his Mami... Luis... ah... it’s complicated. I don’t think they��d be involved in this”

“I’m going to have to grill him for not telling us”

Pidge was trying to lighten the mood, instead she flinched as Keith glared without thinking, words falling out cold as ice

“There’s a reason he doesn’t talk about them. They fucking kicked him to the curb. It’s not like you and Matt. They never got over their fear. That’s part of the reason he was so scared to tell everyone what he was”

Pidge visibly gulped, Krolia scolding him

“That’s not how we talk to friends. Are you sure his brothers aren’t involved?”

“Luis wouldn’t do that again. We should pick Miriam up. She’s Lance’s mother”

“I’ll go. I know her, and I’ll be able to protect her if anything happens”

That Krolia would volunteer was weird. He was still adjusting to his mother being an actual human and not a hunter... Before she’d come here it’d been pretty much inconceivable that she’d be this involved with his life. Now his mother was rushing out, knowing there was danger on their doorstep. He was scared that her leaving would result in her not returning... like everyone else...

“Keith, I’ll be okay. In the mean time, you guys keep working. They’ve pissed off the wrong people. We’re going to get them back and we’re going to crush those who took them”

Okay. There was his mother. Absolutely ruthless. Keith couldn’t help but voice his fear

“You... will come back, right?”

“I will. I’m not going to give up until their all back... and I’ve shot them all at least twice for being kidnapped”

“Please don’t shoot my boyfriend again”

“Fine, but only because he’s carrying my grandbabies...”

Colleen waited until Krolia had left before turning to them with her hands on her hips

“I think all of you better explain what’s going on with Lance. And just what you’ve all gotten yourselves into”

Pidge groaned at her mother

“Mum, not now. We have to find them first”

“Don’t you take that tone with me, Katie. Don’t think I won’t put you under house arrest”

“Yes, yes. But kind of busy looking for whoever took Matt and Dad right now”

“We should call the police”

The police would kick it back to them if they knew the people involved

“What are the police going to do against werewolves and vampires? I feel like that’s not part of their training”

“Don’t take that tone with me... Your father and brother are missing”

Pidge snapped back at her mother

“And I’m doing what I do best!”

Colleen scared him at the best of times... but she was still only human. She might know about things other people didn’t, but she didn’t know what Keith knew

“Mrs Holt... Recently there’s been a lot movement in the vampire community. A war of sorts... one of the vampires involved is named Sendak and he’s really bad news. VOLTRON has been harbouring the son of a very powerful vampire couple, which hasn’t gone over well. Sendak was sent to retrieve him, yet he refuses to leave. I don’t know what you know about vampires but Lance is a rare kind of vampire. He’s valuable to the vampire community. Lance told me that he thinks that this vampire’s family may have had something to do with the death of Rieva’s biological parents. Rieva isn’t fond of him at all, and he’s both lied and manipulated us on multiple occasions. That’s part of the reason Coran wanted us all here for Halloween, due to the unrest this vampire’s caused. We’ve been hunting Sendak for months now. That he’d move now wasn’t expected... but it was to... only that he’d... I didn’t think he’d target people working directly for VOLTRON seeing we had Lotor”

If this was a hostage exchange, Keith would personally tie a bow around Lotor’s neck before handing him over with a gift tag and a strict “no backsies” policy. Did Sendak know Lance’s worth? Was his boyfriend taken to ensure they’d take the deal? And where was Loturd? He wasn’t one to miss being able to inject himself into any situation where he might have his ego inflated...

Colleen’s voice wavered slightly as she asked

“S-so they took my husband and son... because of Lance?”

How the fuck was this Lance’s fault. Keith nearly blew a fuse, Colleen saved by Allura rushing in

“I’ve got his phone!”

Pidge shooting to her feet and holding her hand out

“Quick, hand it over”

With Lance’s phone in her hand, privacy didn’t matter as Pidge tapped away on the screen

“The last message is from Shiro. It says Matt wolfed out and they’ve stolen a car... This doesn’t sound like Shiro”

Keith snatched Lance’s phone out Pidge’s hand. Reading the message he shook his head

“This isn’t Shiro. What’s the red bar at the top mean?”

Pidge took it back

“It means Lance isn’t the idiot he claims to be! He’s got it on voice recorder, he did have, I mean. Okay, everyone be quite”

Pidge played the short recording. It was mostly background noise until the thud, then small snippets of conversation

“That him?”

“Careful they want him in one piece”

“The half demon confirmed the pregnancy”

“Why do we have to touch something like this”

The voices were faint. Lance’s phone picking them up despite the distance. There was the sound of moving, then the car leaving... ending with Allura letting out a kind of excited squeal at finding the phone. Keith nearly dropped Lance’s phone listening. It clicked. They’d caused the disturbance away from VOLTRON with the hopes of Lance being unguarded. The message had too little grammar to be from Shiro. His brother relied on autocorrect... In a panicked situation it was a normal response to think Shiro didn’t care for grammar, but these days it was easier to rely on the phone than typing short handed messages

“Allura, where’s Lotor?”

“In his quarters...”

“Find him and bring him up here. I don’t care what you have to tell him to get him to cooperate”

“Wait... you can’t think...”

“They knew about the pregnancy. We didn’t tell hardly anyone about it. Lance suspected Lotor knew before we did. He has some explaining to do”

Allura’s face feel before her expression became down right scary

“I’m going to rip his heart from his chest if he’s involved with this! Wait... where’s Krolia?”

“Collecting Miriam. We’ll have her wait in your office. She doesn’t need to know Lance was purposely taken”

Keith surprised himself with his own words. Krolia would decide what to tell Miriam, but Keith hoped it wasn’t the full truth, not that his mother knew Lance had been intentionally take, Allura soft yet objecting

“She’s his mother...”

“That’s why. Lance has nearly lost her twice, he really did think he would when she had pneumonia. Mami might be strong, but knowing everything will only upset her. When Coran returns, he’ll know what to say. For now we have to work the evidence because that’s all we have to go on until Rieva wakes up and tell us what happened. We need to add his abduction to the time line, and do you have any idea what would make him collapse like that?”

Allura shook her head

“No. I don’t. It concerns me...”

Pidge asked, always so damn curious, though it was another point of investigation

“Can you tranquillise a vampire?”

“You can, but you need a very very high dosage, or something to weaken them immensely, alternatively you mix it with blood, which a vampire would know”

“Lotor might know...”

Fuck... asking Lotor for information... he didn’t know if he could keep his temper and whatever this weird composure that’d set in. Allura nodding quickly

“I’ll go get him. Stay together until I return”

*

Lotor looked thoroughly unamused. Unamused and unimpressed. Keith wasn’t sure he even cared about their missing friends as he sat back in his chair and rewatched Lance being taken away. Hunk definitely felt uncomfortable, alternating between sitting and staring at the evidence board. Pidge had seemed shocked, though Keith could see she was working hard to contain all the questions inside of her. She only knew “Lance’s Standard” when it came to being a vampire, not “Lotor’s Standard” with his flashy suit and stupid ego.

“So what exactly is it that you’re asking me to do?”

Keith could murder him. He really could. Up and over the briefing table and behead the bastard. Gritting his teeth together, he left talking to Lotor up to Allura

“We were looking for an explanation as to why Lance would collapse like that, and your opinion as to whether it was related to the dramas occurring in the vampire clans”

With his arms crossed, Lotor moved his hand as he shrugged

“I really couldn’t say. News on his status has obviously been leaked. Perhaps he caught someone’s eye when out”

Or perhaps Lotor was a lying snake protecting Sendak seeing Sendak was Zarkon’s lapdog

“Surely you have some opinion. You heard the recording Lance made. Do you think it’s possible Sendak and Honerva know about Lance’s status?”

Lotor scoffed

“Come now, Allura. You and I both know that Lance is valuable. Not only is he pregnant, he is a young vampire turned at a young age. He can do many things most of us cannot, and he can bare full blooded vampire children if he truly desired, or at least sire a superior bloodline. That on top of his skills to transform shape. He’d make an excellent source of data when comparing what makes him genetically different to other vampires”

“Get out!”

Every held their breaths as Allura yelled at Lotor

“Allura...”

“Lance is not a valuable specimen! He’s our friend! You have no right to reduce him to bare facts!”

“You asked if I knew why he’d been abducted...”

“I was asking you to help us! This is ridiculous! A hundred years hasn’t changed you, neither will a hundred more. I’m revoking your right to stay here a moment longer!”

“Come now Allura. I was merely stating facts”

“Your facts don’t help when you refuse to treat him with respect! I know he broke through your ego! I swear if you are involved in this, I will make your life unbearable”

“Allura, there’s no use for theatrics. All of you aren’t thinking about this objectively. Objectively Lance is valuable. His pregnancy is valuable. If you’d done your jobs as his protectors then this could have been avoided. I don’t believe they will harm for fear of accidentally terminating the pregnan-...”

Striding over to Lotor, for the first time in his life Keith felt a minute amount of sympathy at the loud sound of Allura slapping Lotor across the face

“That’s Keith’s mate you are talking about! His children! Lance isn’t an experiment! He’s far more of a man that you”

“I have been nothing but on your side. Taking your fear out on me is a human emotion, far below you”

“I’d rather be afraid then be soulless! Think very carefully before you say your next words...”

Lotor pulled himself up. Straightening his suit jacket as he did

“I’m in no way involved in what has happened. Nor will I tolerate the moods of a spoilt child. I can only hope your actions will not bring a second more permanent death upon Lance’s head. You have clearly been betrayed. Perhaps you should look closer at those you surround yourself with. I, for one, would not tolerate mice in my castle, let alone rats”

Lotor swept from the room, slamming the door behind him so hard that it buckled inwards. Whelp. That was overly dramatic. Kicking Lotor’s chair over, Allura then scrubbed at her face, before shaking her head and pulling herself back together

“I’m sorry. I know I acted unseemly, but I cannot tolerate the way he looks down on Lance”

Keith could have kissed Allura. She’d been totally bad arse, sticking up for Lance like that couldn’t have been easy for her, but fuck if he didn’t appreciate it.

Letting out a long sigh, Pidge was staring at Allura, Allura noticing

“I’m sorry if I upset you, Pidge”

“No... not at all. I actually kind of want to hug you right now”

Allura was first taken back, then smiled softly

“Lance is important to me. He really is hopelessly human, but he’s always been so very proud of you. He always talked about how smart and talented you and Hunk are. I know you didn’t ask to be involved, and I am truly sorry you had to see that, but I have more faith in you, and all us, than I do in Lotor when it comes to locating Lance. I hope you’ll let me continue to remain here”

Pidge sucked in a shaky breath

“Lance really does talk about us a lot, doesn’t he?”

“He does. He’s met many humans, but none of them have ever been as close as you three, four including Keith. He’d do anything for any of you”

“He’s an idiot...”

“He is, but he’s a good idiot. Keith, I’m sorry Lotor...”

Keith cut Allura off

“It’s not your fault. Honestly, when you slapped him... It was far better than what I wanted to do”

“Oh no! Did I prevent a famous “dick punch”?”

Allura had spent too much time around him and Lance... Lance would have snorted with laughter

“I didn’t particularly feel being that gentle about it”

Lotor rubbed him the wrong, but if he was right, then they wouldn’t simply kill Lance off once and for all. Though being captured wasn’t necessarily better, it did mean his boyfriend would remain alive... and that was all he could ask for. Allura smiled sincerely at him

“I will not rest until we’ve located him, and the others. I promise you all this”

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CHAPTER FIVE

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

For over a decade, Y/N Y/L/N has been in a relentless battle with the sinister FIRST ORDER, never getting close enough to destroy one another. After a messy history with the boy who was once known as Ben Solo, he and Y/N had parted ways. Neither sides will rest until Skywalker, the last Jedi, has been destroyed.

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You can sense him. It makes your cheeks heat up, yet your heart beats rapidly with fear. How? “How did you get on this ship?” You shout, tears coming to your eyes. You’re afraid. You don’t know where he is. He’s everywhere yet nowhere to be seen.

“Turn around.”

Overcome with the feeling that you can barely see, you turn despite the lightheaded feeling racing through your body. “Where are you?” You whisper, looking around the Falcon, “Where are you, Ben?”

“Ben’s not here.” Kylo shouts, grabbing you by your shoulders and you stumble backwards. Your back hits the floor and when you open your eyes, you see the room you’re in is engulfed in flames. “Ben’s never been here.”

Though you’re shocked to find him beside you, you turn to see Kylo laying next to you. The yellow flames on the ceiling above illuminate his face beautifully. His eyes look golden. “We have to leave…” You tell him, though you don’t move one bit, “This place is…” you look at the silent flames, a projection of nothing, it’s as if they’re not engulfing the room, “We’re going to die here.”

Kylo tears his eyes away from the growing fire and he turns to you, his nose almost brushing yours. “Together.” He confirms your statement, his eyes coming to a close. 

His lips form a circle and he expels a breath of air. It’s silent. You say nothing, you just look up at the ceiling and you swear the more you look, the more you can hear the high-pitched sizzling of the fire. It grows louder and louder. And suddenly, like a vision of something you’ve witnessed before, the ceiling comes crashing down in a loud, furious heap.

Sirens blare in your ears. Your eyes are filled with bright light. Hands grip your left shoulder. The first thing you do is turn to your right, looking for him. “Someone’s docking us!” Finn shouts, nudging your shoulder.

You can’t hear him. “What?”

“Someone’s taking us on board.” He repeats, his voice filled with panic. Finn furrows his eyebrows, wondering what’s gotten into you. It’s as if you’re still asleep.

“I can’t override it, we’re boarding!” Rey announces, grabbing her staff and rushing up to you and Finn. You stand quickly, your mind trying to come up with something, anything. For all you know, you could be in the hands of The First Order once again. And so soon, after leaving.

“This is a smugglers ship,” you announce, “There are hidden compartments everywhere, follow me!” Heading to the main hold, you stand in the hallway and lift the grate to the smugglers passage underneath the floor. Rey and Finn enter, and you’re standing outside, you look down at them, “Stay hidden, I’ll turn whoever it is away.”

They don’t have much time to argue, nor do you think they would. The front door to the Falcon opens. “Chewie, we’re home.” You can’t believe your eyes. Chewie roars loudly, his eyes on you as he taps Hans shoulder.

“I thought I’d run into you sooner or later.” You mumble, unable to tear your eyes away from the face of Han Solo, a face that your brain immediately picks out similarities to Ben.

Han puts his blaster away, his hands coming to rest on his hips as he lets out a small sigh, “I assumed we’d meet under different circumstances… but…” He shrugs, his eyes cast toward the ground, “Where was she?”

“Jakku.” You snort.

“What the hell were you doing on that junk planet?” Han asks, brushing past you to head for the main controls in the cockpit. You follow.

“Running away from your son.” You respond, seeing Hans shoulders tense, just as Ren’s do from time to time.

“Who else is on board?” Han asks, turning to face you when you don’t respond, “Chewie check the place. If she’s telling the truth then there’s no way she piloted this on her own.” With a roar, Chewie leaves the cockpit.

“You don’t get tired of underestimating me, do you?” You smirk, “Is that something you get from Leia?”

“Listen kid, I have nothing to do with Jedi’s and academies, remember that.” Han grimaces, pushing a few buttons on the ship. He sits in the pilot seat, looking up at the gold dice. He takes them in his hands, closing his eyes momentarily as if he’s absorbing their good luck.

“All the times you’d visit, turn Ben and I away when we asked for your help, for a way out, remember that?” You tilt your head at him, eyeing his white hair and the crinkles by his eyes.

“You expect too much of me.” Is all Han says, not even turning around to face you, “Trust me, they all did.” He finishes. Chewie roars, his paws holding both Rey and Finn from the clothes on their shoulders. Raising his eyebrows, Han stands from his seat, giving you a look as he follows Chewie and the strangers into the main hold, “Friends of yours?”

“Sir, we’re just trying to find the Resistance, they’re friends of ours, please-”

“Sir?” Han smirks, taken aback slightly. He looks to you, “You didn’t tell me I looked so old.”

Rey furrows her eyebrows, looking between you and the old stranger. “You two know one another?”

“Something like that.” You mumble, crossing your arms and looking to the floor of the Falcon. It’s been years since you’ve set foot in this ship, let along been in the main hold with Han and Chewie. All that’s missing is Ben. 

Sometimes, when Han would come back from whatever Resistance mission or smugglers job he was doing, he would take you and Ben to see odd planets and distant stars. It felt like the only time you and Ben could be kids. But Hans trips to the Academy became less frequent. And by the time Han felt good enough to visit again, it was too late. He had already lost his son.

“The Resistance, huh?” Han eyes Finn, who looks to the ground. A liar, Han thinks. Wonder how long that’ll last. “What do you want with them?”

“We have the map to Luke Skywalker.” Finn answers him, gesturing towards the droid.

“Luke.” Han mumbles, turning away from the young adults. He looks at the space where Luke once trained inside the ship, eye blindfolded and lightsaber in hand. It feels like a million fond memories flood through him in a split second. And Han’s nearly brought to tears at the memory of his blond haired blue eyed friend. The same friend that he hasn’t seen in such a long time. “If Luke’s hiding, its cause he doesn’t want to be found.”

“Wait,” Rey speaks up, her voice soft with bewilderment as she tries to understand, “You know Luke Skywalker? I thought he was just a legend.”

“Oh,” Han states, “He’s real. But I haven’t seen him in… a long time. A very long time.”

“The Millennium Falcon…” Finn pieces it together, “Luke Skywalker… Who are you?”

Han turns to you, giving you an unamused expression, “They’re quick, is that why you hang out with them?” You roll your eyes at him, taking a seat on the couch while Finn and Rey come to the conclusion about who this old man and his oversized dog is.

“Han Solo,” Rey breathes, “You’re Han Solo?” She looks around the ship with admiration, “This is the ship that did the Kessel Run in 13 parsecs?”

“12!” Han protests, offended at the thought of 13.

“I actually heard it was 14,” you muse from your spot on the couch. Chewie roars, shaking his head from side to side as he holds a hand out.

Han points a finger at the wookie, “It was 12! Don’t you forget it! Now, where’s this map?” Finn points to the droid, who rolls towards Han, expelling a drive of some sort. You keep your eyes on it. It’s not lost on you that you need the map just as bad as the Resistance do. “What’re you doing with Resistance folk, Y/N?” Han wonders, putting you on the spot.

“I’m not with anyone.” You scold, shaking your head, “The sooner we land on some planet, the sooner I can go back to finding Skywalker myself.”

“Why is he hiding?” Rey wonders aloud, looking around at the group, “If so many people are searching for Luke, why did he leave in the first place?”

You stay silent. You don’t even move. Han watches how rigid you’ve become, he grimaces with pity and decides to speak up, not wanting the attention to be placed on you when you’re clearly so uncomfortable. 

“It’s a complicated story,” Han begins, taking the drive from the droid and placing it into the holo-projector and he continues to tell the story as he presses buttons, “After the fall of the empire, Luke set out to train young Jedi’s,” he brings the map up, it spans out across the room, bringing a blue hue to everyone’s faces, “He even set up an academy, training around 30 kids… he had two promising apprentices... he cared for both greatly, and they both turned against him that night. This caused him great pain. His closest apprentice turned to the dark side, he burnt the temple down, and he killed the other students. Luke left not long after. And he hasn’t been seen since.”

Rey speaks up, “But the students, did they both-”

“I wouldn’t dwell on it much,” you cut her off, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. You meet eyes with Han, pausing for a moment, “Some stories are just stories.” You end the conversation, heading back to the cockpit. Han follows you, you can sense his looming presence.

“If you’re really set on leaving as soon as we hit some planet, the next one we’ll hit is Takodana.” Han advises you. You give him a nod, but you don’t look at him as he sits in the seat beside you, “We should be there in a day.” He says, giving you one last look before he gives up on hearing you talk.

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Request: I love your Rey fics! I was just wondering if you could do an imagine where Rey finds out her ex girlfriend from Jakku joined the first order. Maybe they have to battle each other but they  both still love each other? Sorry if it’s confusing :) by anon

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A/N: This shot don’t follow the actual story line but it takes place somewhere at the end of force awakens. Sorry if it’s confusing.

"I don't want to do this, Y/N" said Rey holding her lightsaber in her hands. Holding your blaster you stood there with your black uniform, a handful of stormtroopers behind you awaiting for your orders.

Jakku had nothing for you anymore, it wasn't more than sand everywhere and all you could do was scabage all day long for some metal pieces to chance for a tiny bit of food. That wasn't life, it was just surviving. So you left.

After months of traveling a red haired man offered you to join him, he offered you to be part of his crew and you took the chance and pretty soon you gained the respect of those in the big First Order's ship, even got to meet the masked man everyone feared so much. Soon you were not just a soldier or an assistant but a Commander.

And after all this time you didn't expected to see this face again. Rey, the only person you had ever truly loved, she was everything you had left in Jakku. It happened a long time ago, you remembered how you and the Rey used to scabage together and share the rations. You thought of the cold nights beneath the stars, she holding you close to her in a kind and loving way. 

You asked her million times to left the planet with you, start another live in another planet, everything would be better than the interminable desert of Jakku. She gave you always the same answer, she had to wait for her family, she was more than sure that someday someone she didn't even remembered was going to come back for her. That was the reason you broke up, you wanted to go but even when you had everything ready she refused to and it broke your heart.

And here she was, finally out of that dusty planet, she looked stronger than ever, it suit her.

When Kylo had sent you to find 'The girl' that had escaped from the interrogation room you didn't expected to be her. 

"Y/N, how could you join them?" She said looking you from head to toes, she looked so confused and demanding for answers.

"I told you I was going to start a new life, Rey" you told her calmly, and yet both your brain and heart were running faster than ever.

"But with the First Order?" She snapped "Do you even know who do you work for? The things he has done?" you better than anyone knew the mess up stuff

"I'm a Commander, under the command  of the Supreme Leader. " Serious you told her. "My mission is to bring you back to Kylo Ren" 

"I don't want to do this, Y/N" said Rey holding her lightsaber in her hands. Holding your blaster you stood there with your black uniform, a handful of stormtroopers behind you awaiting for your orders.

Her face told you more than words could, she was begging you not to do it, not to hurt her nor take her back to Kylo. There was also a mix of betrayal lying in her eyes.

You have seen the monstrous things the First Order have done, and always planned to find a way out as soon as you collected the necessary thing, but never had the guts to actually do it because if so, you would become a traitor and a deserter of the First Order, but maybe this was the day, if Rey could left Jakku you could betray the First Order.

"Neither do I" you told her as you shot your blaster to the closest stormtrooper and then another one. They realized what was going on and open fire. Immediately Rey rushed to you and started dodging shots with her blue weapon swing it from side to side and stabbing the soldiers until there was no one on their feet.

"Thanks" was the first thing she told you heavily breathing. You nodded at her in response unsure of what to say.

"You left Jakku" you finally said, it did hurt you a bit.

"Yeah, I should have done it a long time ago” she said “You were right, Y/N, there’s nothing for me in that planet.”she told you with that light of excitement you remembered and loved. “I should have take your offer”  

Then a white helmet emerged from the hall, you looked at the trooper and shot him down, you turned your face to Rey.

“We better move, they’ll send a new troop soon, they must have see us from the control room” you told her “I’ll show you the way out” you extended your hand to her, doubting a little she took it. She always held your hand when she had the chance, it was her favorite thing to do, she would take your hand as if she was going to lose you.

Rushing you guided Rey for the many hallways of the ship, knowing every turn on this giant labyrinth the two of you got to the principal hangar before the stormtroopers.

“Here” you pointed at a big ship “Take this ship, easy to fly and very fast” you watched her as you opened the door. She kept her eyes focused on you making your heart race again. Behind her you saw the soldiers coming for you.

“Y/N…” she started but you cut her off.

“You have to go now” you told her.

“Wait you’re not coming?” she asked you surprised.

“Someone have to stop them so you can go” from the corner of your eyes you caught a black cloak approaching fastly.

“Come with me” Rey snapped as she grabbed your hand again. “Please, Y/N, join the Resistance with me, you’ll be fine” she begged you. “We can start a new life together, you and me, for real this time” she gazed at you the same way she used to when you were together. 

“Start the engine” you chuckled, she smiled and ran to the cockpit. You shot as many stormtroopers as you could before Rey gave you the sign to get in and soon you were flying to the Resistance base.

“It’s good to see you, by the way” Rey told you as she settled the autopilot. 

“I’m delight to see you” you told her in a more relax way than before, you were still processing the things that had just happened, you betrayed the First Order and escaped in a stolen ship with Rey, it didn’t matter how crazy the things could go having Rey by your side was simply the best feeling in the whole galaxy.

“Thanks” you told her after you both shared a laughed

“For what?” she said

“I thought I would never get off of that ship, it was starting to become my new Jakku” you explained her “and they’re bad people, of course”  she rolled her eyes as she did sometimes when you tried to make bad jokes. Then smirking she walked up to you.

“I missed you” she said before taking your uniform and guided you to meet her lips, soft as you remembered them, sweet as you longed. You placed your hands in her hips and made her body got closer to yours. After the kiss full of desire you broke apart and looked at her, you had really missed her.

“I don’t think your friends in the Resistance will be happy to see you kissing a First Order commander” you joked once again

“They may if a tell them that commander is my girl” she smiled and kissed you again.

Rey and you chatted on the way to your new home, she told you about how she left Jakku and all the missions with the Resistance, you couldn’t do other thing than watch her happily tell her story, admiring every spot of her your heart felt completed again.

BONUS: What happened when you and Rey arrived to the Resistance base.

As the door open there were already many rebels pointing their guns at you, because of the ship but then everybody tensed as they saw you in you black clothes with the First Order’s insignia.

“Rey!” rushed a dark man to meet her and his eyes opened like plates as he saw you “Commander Y/N” he murmured confusing you, how did he knew your name

“Wait, do you guys know each other?” Rey asked

“She’s Kylo’s favorite commander, never fails a mission” he said. “How did you captured her, Rey?” you laughed.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude but who are you?” you looked at him

“FN-2187” 

“Oh, the traitor” you said

“One who’s gonna shot a commander” he told you and raised his blaster but Rey stopped him

“Finn” she gently made him put his gun down and then she took you hand in hers “She’s with me”  she smiled at you and guided you out of the ship letting every person around you confused.

[spoon-writes]

Ends of the Earth | Chapter 2

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Pairing: Mando x OC

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Summary: When Sinead's husband is ripped from her, she escapes the Hutt Empire and goes on a quest to find him. Since being a runaway slave in the Outer Rim isn't exactly easy, she makes the Mandalorian an offer he can't refuse and soon they travel across the galaxy, looking for her missing husband.

Chapter index

Chapter 2 - The Deal

“There we were, cruising over Utapau, waiting for orders from those kriffin’ bastards. The boys were gettin’ restless, but I say to them, I say, you lads have been beggin’ me for a break for months, and now you turn tetchy for a little downtime? I told ‘em just kick back ‘n relax, n’ rake in the creds while the client figured out what to do ‘bout us.”

Sinead rested her elbows on the bar top, watching the Zabrak slam back the remainder of her mug, slamming it on the table. “And did you?”

“Kiff no. Those rhukis tried to stiff us until we caught ‘em, that is. They went on sayin’ that on account of ‘em not needing us after all, they shouldn’t ‘ave to pay us.”

“Can’t imagine that went over well with the boys.”

The Zabrak barked out a laugh and slammed her fist on the bar between them hard enough to make the crockery rattle. “The lads don’t like it much when clients don’t keep their promises. As I see it, we was just getting some justice.”

“Balance in the galaxy, and all that,” Sinead said, filling up the Zabrak’s mug with a frothy green concoction.

“Knew you’d get it.” The Zabrak grinned, flashing a row of yellowing teeth filed to a point.

It was late at night, or as late as it could be on a space station that used artificial light all hours of the day. The star it orbited hung almost dead in the vacuum, a white dwarf, gone before the first sentients even started dreaming about space travel. Its cold light did nothing to warm up the planets left circling it.

Sinead had been on the space station for almost a month. Not long after gaining her freedom, she’d discovered that while convictions were all well and good, it wouldn’t keep her from starving, and she’d found herself working in one of the two cantinas aboard the station. This one was less frequented, which suited Sinead just fine. Sometimes, when a big starship docked, the place would flood with spacers, but curiously they rarely came back.

“What’s next for you and your boys?”

“Eh, some rich fella from the Core wants us to lug his cargo halfway ‘cross the galaxy. All perfectly legal, of course.”

“Of course. I’m sure all your other stories were perfectly legal too, right?”

“That’s right.” The Zabrak tapped her nose. “You’re a smart one.”

Sinead winked at the captain, before cleaning up the bar and discarding the empty bowls in the kitchen.

When she came back, the Zabrak got up and tossed a couple of credits on the table. “Thanks for listening to an old spacer’s stories,” she said. “Really warms a girl’s hearts.”

“My pleasure. You’re quite the storyteller, you know that?”

The Zabrak barked out a laugh and reached over to slap Sinead on the shoulder. “Always knew I picked the wrong line of work.” She grabbed the rifle that leaned against the bar. “See ya around, kid.”

The Zabrak left, her long coat swinging behind her, and Sinead was left to her own devices. Two Niktos were the only patrons left in the bar and they sat together at a small table, heads bent low over their meals, and only muttering a few words between bites.

The station was originally a scientific vessel, orbiting the very star it was surveying. Sometimes before the fall of the Empire, the scientists left and not soon after enterprising spacers moved in, turning the station into a decent halfway point between nowhere and nothing.

Once Sinead grew adequately bored staring into thin air, she grabbed a broom from a cupboard and started sweeping. The maintenance droid was down something that happened surprisingly often in a place frequented by mechanics and pilots.

Five years she’d been free. Five years and every clue, every lead on Kyen fizzed out before she had the chance to grab it. The last one in a long line of disappointments ended with her nearly getting caught by a band of privateers, and now it hovered just out of reach.

She wondered if she had made a mistake breaking away from the rebels. Their attack on the Imps saved her life, but fear of retaliation made her split as fast as she could, although a few months later, that wasn’t a concern anymore; the Empire shattered, and whatever was left was too preoccupied picking up the pieces. That left the Hutts, but as far as she knew, they thought she was dead, and she wanted to keep it that way. Now she just hovered in place, waiting for a new opportunity to-

The door swished open, and a cold blast of air hit her. She turned around to face the new patron.

His armor glinted in the harsh light.

Bounty hunter.

Mandalorian.

Her body reacted without input from her brain. She swung the broom at his head.

The Mandalorian ducked, and the broom sailed over his head; as it came around again, he grabbed it and wrenched it out of Sinead's hands, and it clattered on the ground.

The Niktos jumped up so quickly that their chairs fell backward, blasters pointed at the Mandalorian, with his own blaster trained at them.

Reason clawed its way through the fog of fear.  "Are you a bounty hunter?" Her voice sounded loud in the tense room.

The Mandalorian cocked his head to the side and looked from Sinead to the Niktos. "Not right now." His voice was hoarse and sounded exhausted, but that could just be the voice modulator.

Sinead took a step back and sent a look over her shoulder at the Niktos, begging them to stand down. They shared a look, yellow teeth bared but lowered their blasters slowly.

She looked back at the Mandalorian, his blaster aimed directly at her. "I'm sorry about that," she said, giving him a weak smile. "We've had some problems with bounty hunters."

The Mandalorian kept staring at her, or rather, she assumed he kept staring at her, as his helmet gave absolutely no indication. Eventually, he lowered his blaster, but kept it at hand, presumably in case she started swinging the broom again.

He looked like he was about to leave when the bundle tucked safely into the crook of his arm started moving, and a small green hand appeared from between two folds.

Sinead watched in wonder as some fabric was pushed to the side, and two big, dark eyes looked out at the world.

The Mandalorian sighed and finally returned his blaster to its holster. "You got any food?"

Sinead tore her eyes away from the little creature. "Uh, yes. There’s yvum soup on the boiler."

"One bowl then." He sat down at the table nearest the door, keeping his back against the wall where he could see the entire room.

The Niktos sat back down, but their food remained untouched as they looked warily at the Mandalorian, whispering among themselves.

Sparing one last look at the little creature, Sinead went into the tiny kitchen attached to the cantina and filled a bowl with yvum soup, a gelatinous substance made from boiling the hell out of whatever meat was available. Thick and brown, it looked like mud and smelled like it too, but the few people brave enough to frequent the cantina weren’t the kind to complain.

When Sinead returned to the Mandalorian, he had removed the little creature from its cocoon and placed it on his lap so its little green head could see over the table.

Sinead left the bowl in the middle of the table, and the Mandalorian pulled it toward him. It didn’t take long for the child to start slurping down soup.

"Thank you," the Mandalorian grunted and tossed a couple of credits on the table.

That surprised her a bit as most cantina patrons didn't seem to know basic manners if it hit them with a broom.

Sinead was putting the credits away in a strongbox beneath the counter when she heard the kid coo softly. Looking over the rim of the counter, she saw it sit up in the Mandalorian’s lap. It looked like nothing she'd ever seen before, so small and soft in the Mandalorian's arms. Its floppy ears lifted curiously whenever the old station made a sound.

Grabbing the broom from the floor, Sinead started sweeping again as an excuse to get a better look at the odd pair. The little one's eyes followed her movements around the room as it slurped the remaining soup. It looked young and old at the same time; its head was covered in fine white hair.

The Niktos left, staring at the Mandalorian as they walked out, and he looked right back, his body shifting slightly, ready to spring into action.

When it became clear that Sinead couldn't continue sweeping a clean floor, she moved to the counter and grabbed the lockbox to count out the credits for her shift.

The kid slowed down eating and was looking around the room with curious eyes. Sinead burned to ask what species it was, but it was clear that its guardian wasn't in a talkative mood.

He said he wasn't a bounty hunter right now. Could he become one again for the right price? She’d met a Mandalorian once, a long time ago, and it was clear they were capable warriors. Plus, she had an ace up her sleeve.

Besides, she was curious about the little green guy.

Sinead's shift ended just as the Mandalorian was about to leave. She watched as he swaddled the child and left the cantina, moving surprisingly quiet for a guy in heavy armor. She waited until he was out of sight before hurrying after him, keeping close to the wall.

The space station was as dead as it was going to get with only a few ships docked. The Niktos were sitting around what looked like an unholy fusion between a Y-wing and a B-73. Sinead's steps sounded loud in the relative quiet.

The Mandalorian disappeared through the door leading to the docking bay.

She slipped through the door and almost collided with the Mandalorian, who stood tall and intimidating, the lighting behind him making him look like a shadow.

"Why are you following me?"

It took Sinead a second to find her voice. "You said you were a bounty hunter, right?"

His voice modulator rustled when he sighed. "I'm not after anyone in the station if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm not," Sinead said. "I want to hire you."

"What?"

"I want to hire you."

The Mandalorian paused, then shook his head and started walking. "Not interested."

Sinead hurried to keep up with him. "I can pay you."

"I'm not with the Guild."

"Wonderful, I'm not asking the Guild, I'm asking you."

"And my answer is no. Stop following me."

They were close to what Sinead assumed was the Mandalorian’s ship. She didn’t recognize the model, but it looked old. It had definitely seen better days.

Sinead bit her lower lip and jumped in front of the Mandalorian, forcing him to stop.

"Move." The command came out harsh and uncompromising.

She moved, and the Mandalorian passed her, his cloak fluttering behind him. She watched as he neared the ship, and she rubbed her jaw as thoughts fell over themselves to get to the forefront of her mind.

She took a chance.

"Does the Nau'orar mean anything to you?"

He stopped in his tracks, his shoulders tensing as the seconds passed by.

"How do you know about that?" He turned to look at her.

"Maybe we should take this somewhere more private."

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

Since there were no proper seats in the ship, except for the bunk, which seemed like a bad choice for prefect strangers, Sinead was left standing awkwardly near the bay door.

The Mandalorian stood by a small cot that looked so out of place on the ship. He'd put the child down to sleep, but the little guy evidently knew something was happening because he stayed wide awake, looking from one human to the other.

"Speak."

Sinead resisted running a hand through her hair. The Mandalorian stood unmoving, watching her.

"I need you to find a man who-"

"How do you know about the Nau'orar?"

Straight to the point, then.

Sinead paused and gave the Mandalorian a searching look. Maybe this was a huge mistake.

With a sigh, she produced a small holoprojector from her pocket and threw it to him.

He caught it and turned it on. A blurred hologram of the whip appeared above it, turning slowly on its axis. Even with a cheap holoprojector, the whip looked beautiful.

"I acquired it some years ago-"

"How did you get it?"

Sinead’s jaw clenched, and it took everything in her not to snap at him. Still, she figured that the truth might speed things along. The Mandalorians and the Empire were hardly friends.

"I stole it from the Empire five years ago. The details aren't important, what is, is that I have it in my possession, in a safe place. It's yours if you help me find someone."

"It belongs to the Mandalorians."

Sinead shrugged. "Look, I agree with you, and I would've given it back to its rightful owners if it didn't happen to be an excellent bargaining chip." She gave him a small smile, hoping that he wasn't about to throw her off the ship.

On the bunk, the kid cooed softly, and Sinead smiled at it.

The Mandalorian looked at the hologram for a long moment, his hands clenching and releasing. At last, he sighed deeply. "Who do I need to find?"

"His name is Kyen Beck. He was a slave on Sriluur until they moved him off-world, possibly to a facility on Siskeen.”

The Mandalorian cocked his head to the side. "It's a long way to go for a maybe."

Sinead ignored him. "This isn't a Guild job. I have no puck or fob, or whatever it is they use, but if you do this, the whip is yours."

The Mandalorian still didn't seem convinced. "He's a runaway slave?"

For one dizzying moment, Sinead’s chest felt too tight to breathe.

"He's my husband."

The Mandalorian stiffened and looked away, down at the child who watched their conversation in fascinated silence. He sighed deeply. "I'll look for him, but I can't make any promises."

Sinead let out a deep breath, her knees going weak with relief. Finally, she was doing something.

"Where was his last known location?"

Sinead wet her lips and swallowed. "I talked with someone who escaped from Sriluur two years ago, told me that he'd been shipped to Siskeen with some other slaves, but she doesn’t know exactly what happened."

"And you trust this information?"

"More or less."

The Mandalorian fell silent for some time. "You said she escaped two years ago. Why didn't you just go by yourself?"

"I'm not exactly welcome in Hutt space at the moment." She smiled bitterly. "I tried other bounty hunters, but they didn't really ... work out."¨

He was going to ask her if she used to be a slave. Would he take her back to the Hutt’s instead, taking the easy payment? While her bounty was void, she was sure whoever inherited Slezza’s throne would be glad to see her.

The Mandalorian, to Sinead’s surprise, nodded curtly and moved to the side, effectively ending the conversation. Sinead wasn't done, though.

"When do we leave?"

The Mandalorian froze. "When do we-"

"We leave? I'm coming with you."

"No, you're not. I work alone." He crossed his arms across his chest.

"Not this time. He's my husband."

"You can't-"

"I can read star charts, I can fly, I know how to fight-"

"A broom doesn't count."

Sinead huffed and narrowed her eyes. "There isn't much to go on. I know my husband, I know what he'd do, I know how he looks. Sooner or later, you're going to need me."

"No. Deal's off."

Shaking her head, Sinead took a deep breath and grit her teeth. "Fine." She started toward the door. "You're making a mistake. The Nau'orar does belong with the Mandalorians, but I can't force you."

The kid made a whining sound as the door opened, and its big floppy ears drooped down.

She had made it down the ramp when the Mandalorian appeared in the doorway.

"The ship leaves at 0700." He sounded unsure even as he said it.

Warmth radiated through Sinead's body and she felt weak in the knees. "0700. I'll be there."

The Mandalorian nodded curtly and started to raise the ramp.

"My name is Sinead, by the way," she yelled, just as the ramp closed.

Finally, after 5 years, she was doing something. She had a good feeling about this.

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It took a few regenerations

“It took her years, several of the child’s regenerations,” In short, we’ve all been talking about how awful it was that the doctor was basically experimented on as a child and must have been killed multiple times in the process so I decided to write a very angsty fic about it. Enjoy...? It’s here on Ao3 or you can read more under the cut...

The little girl hummed almost inaudibly to herself, staring at the ceiling and deliberately not thinking about the needle currently sticking into her arm. This wasn't that bad after all, the tests were only a little bit uncomfortable and sometimes a tiny bit painful. And it was the least she could do to help Tecteun. The woman had selflessly taken her in after finding her next to the portal, when she'd been alone, and scared, with no memories and just a blank space that rang with static whenever she tried to recall what was through the portal, where she'd come from. She had been hungry and thirsty and she would have died, and then 'regenerated' (that was what Tecteun called it), and then died again (and then regenerated and then died again? - well, that was what they were trying to find out).

And not only had she been saved by Tecteun, she'd seen incredible things with her, they'd had the most amazing adventures together, exploring across the galaxy. Tecteun was one of the most brilliant (and one of the only) people she'd ever met.

It was just, sometimes, it seemed that her adoptive mother could be fascinated by the universe and all it contained but in a distant and clinical way, not in a way that was filled with wonder, in one that wanted to take it apart and analyse it, understand how it worked no matter what the consequences of this were. She was reminded of a time when they'd found a small, fluffy alien. It had been injured and had whined and cried out as the blood had seeped out of the gaping wound in its stomach. Tecteun had just watched, had ordered the child do the same, writing down observations and gripping the crying girl's wrist tightly so she wouldn't get involved and try to comfort the animal. Tecteun had grimaced as the child had sobbed all the way through the animal's dissection.

But that wasn't what was happening here, so that didn't matter. Tecteun loved her, she had told her so many times, and her actions only proved that. She wasn't treating her like she had that animal. And besides, hadn't she been just as desperate to find out what was so special about her, about her gift?

Tecteun wanted to know what was so special about her, what made her tick, and that was okay, because the child was paying her back for taking care of her and she wanted to know too.

The child's eyes snapped open and she stared wildly around the room.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, my child," Tecteun said, stroking her hair with one hand. She looked up to see her mother scratching something hastily down.

Her mother seemed weird, a bit further away than usual. Her perspective seemed to be off. And though she didn't hurt anymore (that was nice), her arms and legs felt very different. She looked down at her hands. They were a pale, peachy colour. She looked down further and saw the dried blood on her now too-large clothes.

"I regenerated again," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat. "You killed me!"

Her mother put down what she was working on and leant over to embrace her. The girl didn't know what to do. Whether to scream, to push away and struggle from the woman who had hurt her or to accept the comfort. Her thoughts were swirling round her head, too loudly. She settled for sobbing harder.

"Now then, there’s no need to be over-dramatic, I don't think I killed you did I?" her voice was sweet, but it had a harsh tinge to it that brokered no argument. "You can't really die, can you, you're just temporarily inconvenienced and then you're back, good as new. Isn't that fantastic? This increases the possibility that you are fully immortal! Now, I know that hurt a little, and I didn't mean for this to happen, but mistakes are always made in science and progress, and look what we've discovered. This can hardly be a mistake, can it?"

Several days later, eating a bowl of light soup (the only thing she could stomach after the morning tests) she reflected that it was strange. It was like she really did die, in a sense. Her personality was different, what she liked to eat was different, her mood was different, but something in the core of her being stayed the same. That and her memories told her that she was her. But she had died.

The third her, the little blonde girl, had flinched and cried a lot. This boy was different, he was angry, and he struggled, there was a fire inside of him that was burning, burning, burning. It was a fire born of desperation and fear and anger (though he didn't have a right to be angry at Tecteun, not really, she loved him, she'd rescued him, she'd taken care of him, she was allowing him to be a part of the most revolutionary science anyone would ever see).

It was Tecteun's mission to detail every fragment of his genetic material. Even though he really wanted to help her, he really did, the tests hurt, they were exhausting, and he had nothing to do. It was rare that he was allowed to play with the children that he heard laughing outside everyday. He had to sit there, to be still, be quiet, not complain. Tecteun was nice enough to tell him about her work sometimes, but it wasn't enough, the rage bubbled beneath the surface.

One day it overflowed. Tecteun had poked and pinched and taken samples and he'd grown more and more restless. She'd promised him he could get up from the chair after she'd taken the blood samples. She hadn't let him.

"Let me go, you have to let me go outside, you promised!" he pleaded as she pushed him down again.

"That was before I hit a breakthrough with your blood," she muttered, reaching for the thin tool that would burrow into his ear and take a few cells from his brain. That was what had killed the last girl, Tecteun hadn't set it properly. "Science doesn't wait for boredom or childish games. Sit back down, I said!" she ordered and pushed him down harder.

He saw red. "No!" he screamed and shoved her with all the strength he could muster. The surprise of the action and the fury and desperation that gave it force caused Tecteun to loose her balance and she went tumbling down amongst her instruments.

Four didn't hesitate. He ran. He would run far away. He wouldn't let her catch him. He couldn't.

He sprinted and stumbled along the paths, the sharp stones cutting into his bare feet. He didn't care. He had to get away. Had to find a place to hide because it wouldn't take that long for Tecteun to get to her feet and he had a feeling that she was faster than him, could catch him, that those times Tecteun had raced his first self she had only lost to make the girl happy.

He burst into the first house he saw. He recognised it, one of his friends (well, One and Two's friends - he hadn't been allowed to play here after the second regeneration) lived here.

The family were sitting on cushions on the floor, playing a card game, and they looked at him in shock as he entered. One of the younger children recoiled and hid their face in their mother's robe.

"Please, you have to help me," he begged, tears streaming down his cheeks, though whether they were from fear or rage was impossible to tell. "She's hurting me, she won't stop testing me, I don't want this, I don't want to be part of science anymore. I don't want to go back, I don't want it to hurt."

He shook as he scanned the room for his friend. That could have been him, he thought, just no longer a child. But he didn't have time to say anything.

"You're Tecteun's... child?" the father asked, getting to his feet, his head tilted in askance.

The child nodded and as the father surged forwards opened his arms for the embrace.

It didn't come.

Instead the man grabbed his arm roughly and started dragging him to the door.

"Hey, stop, what are you doing! Get off me! Get off!"

"Shut up, freak," he hissed as he opened the door and shoved the boy outside.

"But you were kind to me... you... you liked me... you let me have sleepovers with G-"

The slap cut him off.

"And I regret doing so," the father said, hauling him back down the path. "What you are is unnatural. Everyone says so."

The boy didn't go quietly, he kicked and bit and screamed and hit, lashing out like a ferocious animal, unyielding and snarling. But all too soon Tecteun came storming into view.

"You shouldn't have something like that out here, Tecteun," he man hissed as the child twisted and writhed in their grips. "You should take it back to where you found it."

"His body will revolutionise our understanding of everything.... Look, you're making this very difficult," Tecteun snapped as he fought desperately. She shook him. "I've done so much for you, I just want to understand how it all works. How could you be so ungrateful?"

The boy shrieked with everything his small lungs could muster as he was brought into the lab. He relaxed momentarily after they passed through it only to find himself shoved into the store room and the door locked behind him.

He hammered on the door and screamed and screamed and screamed. Rage tearing him apart.

"Let me out! Let me out!"

But his rage slowly exhausted itself and the fear took over again, his screams collapsed into sobs and he scratched hopelessly at the gaps around the door.

"Let me out," he whispered, his voice cracked and raw. "Let me out..."

No one came for two days.

The boy knew this because the room got darker and colder at night, but during the day it was moderately more bearable. Moderately.

When the door scraped open he flung himself at her feet, grasping at her legs deliriously and hanging on tightly. The furious part of his brain was pushed right to the back of his mind.

"Right, child," Tecteun said softly as she drew one of his shaking arms upwards. "We just need to get this in you and then we can put this all behind us."

He blacked out as a searing pain shot through his left arm.

When he came to Tecteun was carrying him in her arms. It felt deceptively safe there.

"Wha..."

"I just put something in your arm, dear," Tecteun said. "To make sure you don't run away again. I can't let you be selfish and ruin everything."

Four tried again, of course, and again. Before he had got even fifty paces from the house an unbearable pain from the chip in his arm made him black out. He understood then. He raged and destroyed Tecteun's lab while she slept.

He lay in the chair of the partly repaired lab with a fresh bruise blossoming down one side of his face.

Tecteun gave him two pills to swallow. He gritted his teeth but did so obediently.

"In your next regeneration you will be quiet and helpful, won't you?" she asked. "You won't cause trouble and you'll do as you're told so we can solve this together, won't you?"

The boy nodded stiffly, his vision was blurring and he felt that something was wrong with that sentence, he wasn't sure what though...

When he opened his eyes he immediately started scrabbling at his clothes, they were far too tight and where they hadn't ripped they were cutting into him.

"How are you feeling?" A voice asked to his left. It was Tecteun.

The last time he had seen her she had given him something, some pills. Had she? No. She wouldn't have, would she? Well... the child decided, if she had done he had deserved it, he had been fire and rage, determined too keep fighting, he hadn't been good and quiet, he hadn't helped to advance science.

"Clothes too tight?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Come on let's find you some, quickly, we need to finish a few more things here afterwards."

He trotted after her obediently.

He was a boy this time, he realised as he got dressed. He knew it because he had the thing between his legs. That was the only difference he could see so far between being a boy and being a girl. Being the first girl had been the best, he decided, she'd been the happiest, she'd had the most fun, she was the she of before.

He shook as he let her run more tests, but he bit his tongue and didn't say anything. And when he let her replant the tracker which his body had pushed out during the regeneration process silent tears ran down his cheeks, but he blacked out before he screamed.

The girl who came after him was desperate and feisty, but she lacked the blaze of the caged animal that Four had had. She inherited Five's penchant for hiding under beds and in small spaces, as if the dark shadows would save her from the needles.

She hadn't lasted long. Tecteun said she was sorry, but she was fairly certain she had cracked the secret of her immortality and needed to study the process of regeneration once more. She tried to fight, but Tecteun injected her with something before she had time to move properly.

When he woke up again he was a boy, a boy who didn't see the point anymore. He didn't struggle as Tecteun ran some last tests, he felt nothing as she took samples. Nothing mattered. Not him. Not the advancement of science, of Tecteun. Who cared about that anyway.

He watched slumped in the corner as Tecteun regenerated for the first time. He felt he should be feeling something, relief maybe, but he just couldn't.

After a time of gleeful experiments on herself (or was that himself now, the boy didn't know) Tecteun came over to where he was sitting and ran a hand through his hair affectionately.

"Is it over now?" he dared to ask, it would be nice if it were, it would be nice if everything would end.

"No my dear, it's only just beginning," Tecteun laughed lightly and he noticed that the manic tinge that had enveloped Tecteun towards the end of her first life was still there, still fighting to break though. "After all, I think there would be many grateful people here who would jump at the chance to live forever. We can't stop now, can we?"

Despite the haze of nothingness wrapped around him the boy shivered.

She escaped once, across the universe, as far as she could go.

She almost felt relief when they caught her and she overheard that the only way to keep her under control was to wipe her memory. At least she would be free of her whirling, strangling thoughts.

At least then she wouldn't have to remember what they did to her.