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okay so, since I'm an impatient idiot and I absolutely loved the treats u gave us, I'm here to ask for another XDD (forgive this greedy soul for op content)

Soooo my request is seeing the sons and daddy Tristan together, so what if, Instead of spending that whole month in the henituse territory Cale having enough being watched liked a hawk and the sadness of what he did to rok soo made him go to tristan instead? Like he spend half the month in the henituse territory and the remaining with Tristan cuz he wasn't able to face rok soo knowing well he hurt him, but he was ignoring that to prevent himself from just going to his hyung hugging him and talking in general cuz he is an idiot, and then we get rok soo's perspective on how he feels about the whole Cale going to Tristan's place and how he felt hurt over what Cale said but simply choose to gloss over it cuz according to him his pain don't really matter and he gets over stuff fast and poor Tristan being stuck between his 2 idiot sons XDD noticed all that and wonders what he can do and does it lololol (tho we all know he is an dotting idiot too lolol)

So yeh, if it's not too much trouble could I trouble u with this request?!? Prettyy please! And thank you for the other treats, have a great day!

Okay lol this one will contain glimpses of the future in the fanfic,,

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"Regarding the reports from the Northern Territory, have all the Northern Rulers know that I will be meeting with them in two days to discuss all the complaints."

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The man nodded respectfully. The sound of flipping papers came shortly after. “About the Dark River—”

Both men paused at the sudden sound of someone teleporting into the spacious round office with many windows all around. Eventually, a very familiar person came into view, standing on the teleport podium in the corner.

“……”

The three people in the vast office the size of a hall just stared in silence. The man awkwardly looked between the Emperor and the son.

Cale blinked and nodded after the complete silence between the two, “Apologies for the interruption. I’ll head to my room—”

“Stay.”

And Cale stayed still as told, only stepping outside the podium when Tristan stared long at him to ensure he didn’t leave. He watched as his dad turned to the man beside him, giving him all the measures needed before dismissing him.

The door closed quietly, and only Cale, with his dad, left in the silent hall.

Tap—

Tristan tapped the table with the few remaining reports and left it aside to work on later. He relaxed back in his seat and eyed his son, who was standing and was oddly silent. “I don’t see Rok-Soo with you this time.”

Cale only hummed quietly. He blinked when a seat and a small table appeared from below the floor in front of the office table, and a cookie jar was put atop the table. He looked up and found Tristan munching on a cookie and had his own jar of cookies, most certainly prepared by Madelin. He smiled a little and walked to sit on the comfortable couch made for one person.

“So where is Rok-Soo?” Tristan asked casually, staring at Cale before him with the cookie in his hand.

“In Super Rock Villa.”

“Hmm,” Tristan looked at the jar to pick another cookie, “Did something happen there?”

“…no.”

“Hmm,” Tristan took a bite, nodding slowly while staring elsewhere, “What about your work?”

Cale took a bite of a cookie and hummed quietly, pleased with the taste, “Father is taking my place for now.”

“Mhm,” Tristan’s eyes landed on the glass of water left for him on the table. He made the glass float toward the small table instead. He took another cookie, “So, you had a fight with Rok-Soo?”

“Kuh—! Ahm, mhm.”

Tristan watched as the redhead choked for a short moment yet maintained his elegance. “I see you two can fight like other siblings.” He hummed to himself, “You don’t want to face your brother?”

Cale let out a quiet cough with a slight frown, closing his eyes as he didn’t want to meet his dad’s knowing eyes. “No, I just need some time away from…everyone.”

“Do you consider me air or something?”

“Dad, please…”

“Hmm,” Tristan hummed with a hint of a chuckle as his son sighed, looking like a kicked puppy while pouting like that. Cale probably wasn’t even aware he was pouting, and Tristan could imagine Rok-Soo looking the same at the moment. “So, you came straight to my office instead of directly to your room for…?”

“Well,” Cale hesitated before meeting his dad’s eyes, “Can I stay here for a while?”

“You fuckers ask me permission every time when you both know damn well you got your own rooms prepared for you here. Are you two provoking me?” Tristan sighed lightly and cleaned his hand with the napkin, “Go ahead and run away from your responsibilities for as long as you need.” He smiled at yet another cough from his son.

“Dad—!”

“Okay, I’ll take mercy on you, pouty boy. Head to your room and be petty all you want.”

“Dad, seriously—”

“What? Am I not being nice enough to you? And here I am refraining from calling you my little coward son—”

“Thank you so much for welcoming me always. Good night, Dad.”

Tristan chuckled as Cale stood and walked straight to the door, “Join us for dinner, kid.”

Cale paused shortly, giving a quiet ‘Okay’ before closing the door behind him.

Cale stared at the ceiling while lying on his incredibly comfortable bed. After visiting many times ever since Tristan handed them special teleporting devices when the tower was constructed and ready, Cale was almost sure the bed was built with some calming effects, either by magic or something else, probably with Tristan’s powers or spirits, along with Killian’s inventions.

Even though he wasn’t spending his time any differently, the feeling was still much better here in Tristan’s tower than in his room in the Henituse mansion. Breathing was way easier in his room here.

He took a calm inhale and slowly closed his eyes, sighing quietly after. He felt like he was floating on clouds.

Ting—

He opened his eyes after a while at the soft sound from the small screen built into the bedside table.

[ Dinner’s ready. Come over to the private dining room. ]

Cale hummed at his dad’s message, forcing himself to leave his bed and move to the teleport podium in the corner of his spacious room. He stepped on the circle and tapped on the screen at the side to choose the location. He smiled briefly at the memory of Rok-Soo’s extremely pleased face at how convenient the invention was and thanked Tristan for days for being considerate of his slacker life.

He waited for the light to surround him and opened his eyes to find himself in the familiar, cozy room with a small dining table for five people.

“Oppa!”

“Lillian,” Cale ruffled his little sister’s white hair fondly, smiling down as she hugged him happily, “How have you been, dear?”

“Great! I missed you so much!” She blinked up at him before looking around behind him as if searching for someone, “Rok-Soo oppa…?”

“…he’s not with me this time.” He patted her head while looking at the Empire from the window to his side.

“Oh…”

He felt so bad at how disappointed she sounded, considering he was the sole reason for Rok-Soo’s absence this once…

“All right! Time to eat, kids.”

He blinked and looked over at Madelin, his mother from his past life, smiling sweetly at him with the cheerful air around her as usual. Though, he could tell she knew something already. He glanced at Tristan, finding his dad giving him the knowing eyes and waiting for him as he relaxed in his seat with his chin resting on the back of his hand elegantly.

He let out a quiet fake cough and walked with Lillian to the table, “Good evening, mama.” He smiled as his mother looked pleased with the name, like always. He glanced briefly at the only empty seat before focusing on the food in front of him. He blinked twice; he noticed that all of his favorite foods were on the table.

“Well then, let’s dig in!” Madelin announced with a light clap, picking up the fork and knife, “I had to cook for tonight’s dinner when Tristie told me our precious Cale is here.” She said as she picked one piece of beef, eating it before the rice.

“Ah, thank you so much, you didn’t have to…” He tried the Korean food before him and hummed in delight. Madelin is really skilled at cooking and mastering any recipe in no time, as always.

He ate and talked with Lillian and Madelin while Tristan remained quiet the whole time he ate, simply listening to the three chatterboxes around him as usual. As always, Tristan was the first to finish, and instead of leaving the table, Cale watched his dad relax in his seat and pull out the device, which looked like a phone, probably checking over the news and other reports of his Empire while Madelin and Lillian kept talking. To any outsider, it would look like the mother and daughter were having a rather serious discussion when the discussion was about Madelin allowing and encouraging Lillian to wear high heels more often.

“Aww, but you look so adorable with them, honey!”

“Hmm…” Lillian pouted as she thought about it, looking at her brother then. “Oppa, what do you think?”

“Right, you also think your sister looks cute in them, right, Cale?”

“Well, Lillian certainly looks cute and good in everything…”

“Wearing high heels too long is bad for your back and legs.” Tristan calmly offered his thoughts while still keeping his eyes on the communication device.

“Ignore what this old man says for now, kids.” Madelin said with a cheeky grin at Cale and Lillian.

Tristan finally looked away from the device to frown at his wife, “It is bad, though. You yourself don’t wear them very often. You’re even wearing your sleeping slippers now.”

“I still love wearing them from time to time! Besides, Lillian didn’t complain once about any pain! I wouldn’t make her wear them if I noticed she was even in the slightest pain, darling!”

“Then why is she refusing them now if that is the case?”

“Because Papa said it’s bad.”

“Huh? I’m the reason?”

“You lovely old man!! I knew it was your fault!”

Cale chuckled as Tristan put away the device and started bickering with Madelin, with Lillian cheering for the both of them, looking so used to it by now and even enjoying it.

Even though this is an Imperial family here, they still looked like any other loving family in this cozy small room, laughing and having fun together.

He was once again very aware of the vacant seat to his left, and he instantly felt a void in his heart. He looked down at the food, slowly turning his head to gaze at the night sky through the window.

He thought of how Rok-Soo always enjoyed the moments in this little dining room, even if he usually looks unbothered on the outside.

He lightly rubbed his upper arm as he crossed his arms. He wondered if it was him or if the air in the room was a bit cold tonight.

He missed Tristan and Madelin’s glances toward him as they kept talking.

Cale walked in silence as he followed Tristan. He didn’t know why his dad came in the afternoon telling him to join him in a walk around the tower, but he didn’t have anything better to do, so he agreed without much question. Besides, watching the Empire with all the cities from the windows around in the serene corridors was really enjoyable to him; the sight was truly beautiful and showed how much Tristan worked hard as the new Emperor after all the mess with the Initial Inhabitants.

‘Hm?’ He finally noticed where they were heading, finding the door very familiar. ‘Isn’t that… the main teleport room?’ He slightly flinched when his wrist was grabbed as they approached the door. “Um, dad…?”

He was kindly dragged into the round room and straight into the podium. He kept blinking as he tried to understand what was happening while Tristan pressed on the screen quickly and with ease, and the light surrounded them in seconds.

Huh?

“Where is Rok-Soo?”

He opened his eyes when Tristan suddenly asked the next second. He stiffened as he was met with familiar faces he had been avoiding, all staring surprised at him and Tristan…

“The Kitten Young Master is in his room, sir.”

Ron was the first to answer and soon put on his benign smile respectfully in front of the Emperor of the newly revealed Empire.

Tristan walked past everyone in the Villa without any response, with Cale still dragged silently behind him.

“Human! Human!!”

Rok-Soo answered Raon with a sleepy hum as he was still too lazy to wake up and start the day.

“Purple Grandpa is here!!”

And Rok-Soo suddenly sprung up with his poker face as if he wasn’t asleep a second ago, sitting still with his slightly messy hair. ‘Tristan is here? Why? Did something happen?’ so many questions flooded his head all of a sudden as he couldn’t recall one time when his dad visited the Villa; it was always in the Henituse mansion whenever he paid a visit or the Royal Palace for meetings with Alver, so something must have happened in this case, right? Is it Cale? Did something happen to Cale?

And two knocks came from the door shortly after.

“Rok-Soo, I’m coming in.”

“Y-Yes, Dad!”

Raon looked confused when Rok-Soo’s voice sounded weird as he answered just now and hurried to get up from the bed.

Rok-Soo ignored how his voice cracked embarrassingly and braced himself for bad news, but he froze in place when the door opened, revealing Tristan and…Cale, with Ron standing behind with his vicious smile.

“Well, good to see you're wide awake.” Tristan commented with a shake of his head at his lazy son standing before him like a statue with his pajamas and bed hair. He walked calmly while still dragging Cale with him, sitting down on the couch. Crossing his legs and arms, Tristan turned to Rok-Soo, who was still standing in his place. “Come sit down.”

Ron looked amused as the older redhead almost jumped from his place to sit down as if he had teleported within seconds.

Rok-Soo sat straight, looking down with his stoic face. ‘Is dad upset with me? Did I make a mistake after all? Was the way I approached Cale wrong? Is dad here to scold me?’ He, however, calmed himself by thinking everything should be all right if he apologized properly, and Tristan would understand and calm down, right?

Cale sat straight and kept looking a little down, feeling a bit betrayed by his dad after he was told to hide in the tower for as long as he wanted, and now he suddenly found himself seated before the very person he had been avoiding for nearly a month. No, it hadn’t even been a month yet!

Ron was amused by the two brothers’ father from their past life sitting on the middle couch and wondering why the two were so tense and scared like they expected to be hit any second now. Ron thought again the Emperor was indeed the two redheads’ father after all.

The old assassin butler closed his eyes and put a cup of tea in front of the Emperor, finding joy in how the glare looked similar to the two brothers’ at times.

Tristan stared at the tea for a moment before picking the cup at last, “Go ahead and talk.”

Everyone around waited in silence. The kids looked between the two redheads. Choi Han, Choi Jung-Soo and Sui Khan stood by the door with Vicross, feeling the tension in the room yet couldn’t help but find the situation a bit humorous.

“I’m sorry, hyung.”

Finally, the younger redhead broke the silence, sounding small and unlike usual…

Rok-Soo looked at his dongsaeng, who, despite looking regretful, forced himself to look him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry. I really…I really didn’t mean any of the awful things I said that day.”

“…I know.”

Like everyone, Ron had a fond smile as he looked at his Puppy and Kitten Young Masters making up and being themselves again, as simply as that, and the one who made this meeting happen so easily was now casually sipping on lemon tea in the middle.

“Hmm,” Tristan frowned slightly at the tea before looking up at Ron, “Your tea is disgusting.”

“…pfft,”

The two redheads tried hard to contain their laugh at their dad's abrupt remark.

“Hoo,”

Rok-Soo stopped immediately at the vicious sound from the old butler and quickly straightened his back. Cale coughed quietly and looked at Ron, still struggling to stop himself from laughing, “Ron, Dad is trying to tell you to take everyone outside and give us a moment alone.”

Ron looked at the Emperor, who raised a daring eyebrow with the cup still in his hand. “Yes, sir.” He closed his eyes with his benign smile, still looking amused as he moved to lead everyone outside and closed the door silently behind his back.

“Now, talk like the good siblings you are.” Tristan took another sip with his eyes closed, making the two redheads slowly calm down and take their time to understand each other.

It took less than half an hour for everything to be cleared up at last.

“Goodness, you two really are still kids, huh?” Tristan sighed between the two, and they looked down, feeling sorry for having dragged their dad into their silly fight when he had his hands full of matters regarding his Empire. “Rok-Soo,”

Rok-Soo slightly flinched, “Yes?”

“Next time you notice Cale acting odd and find it hard to stop him from bathing in reports and work, you can tell me, and I’ll deal with it immediately.”

“…yes, Dad.”

Tristan nodded, still sipping tea, “And Cale,”

Cale hesitantly looked at his dad, “Yes?”

“It’s always better to talk to someone if you feel bothered by something instead of dealing with it alone. Rok-Soo and I are always ready to listen anytime, got it?”

Cale slightly looked down as he felt Rok-Soo’s eyes on him. “…yes, Dad.”

“Good,” Tristan nodded again, sighing next, “But seriously, this tea is gross, yuck.”

“……”

Rok-Soo and Cale looked at their dad, then at each other, holding back their laugh.

‘Right, Dad also hates sour things, especially if they contain lemons…’

They were almost sure Ron gave Tristan the cup, secretly enjoying the grimace the famous intimidating Emperor was doing his best to hide.

Tristan soon returned home and completely forgot to explain to his sons that Madelin went to the Henituse family for a ‘friendly’ talk, but he shrugged and focused on his work anyway.

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buffshipper8490 · 6 months

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Rated Mature

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The Resistance must evacuate planet Korilev as the First Order prepares to strike...

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There was one more person Rey needed to see before she took off, and it wasn't look until she spotted General Leia just beyond the Phantom Hawk, overseeing the rebels readying transports for the evacuation.

Rey approached as the rebels dispersed to carry out their orders.

Sensing her presence, Leia turned toward Rey expectantly.

"Leia. I..." Rey began, not really sure where to begin.

She had so much to tell her. About why she stormed out of the briefing. About what she saw when she was training with Luke and her conflict about that.

Rey decided to be honest, to say what was in her heart.

Leia smiled. "You don’t have to say it."

"Right," Rey chuckled, reminded yet again that Leia strong in the Force, like her brother.

But she was wrong. Rey did need to say it, to make Leia understand.

"I can save your son."

It was the knowledge that had been growing ever since the vision and her conversation with Luke, perhaps even before that. Dark suffocates Light. Light extinguishes Dark. But maybe there was another way.

Leia took Rey's hands, a solemn expression on her aged face. "I know you can. But he has to want to save himself."

Rey swallowed, her jaw set. "There’s good in him."

"There’s good in all of us..." replied Leia, her voice trailing off. She looked away and smiled, as if recalling a distant memory. "Despite everything, I still believe my little boy is in there somewhere."

She sighed sadly and squeezed Rey’s hands. "Nevertheless... Rey... be careful."

"Master Luke trained me well," assured Rey.

"I know, but some things you can’t train for," Leia said wisely. "I know how you feel about him."

Rey panicked. “I don’t-- I mean-- not like--"

Leia fixed her with a look. “Come on, I, of all people, know how complicated this is. He is my son."

Rey’s eyes welled up with leftover tears from her emotional goodbye with Finn.

"I'm not sure I can bring myself to... stop him if it... it came to it," Rey shook her head and swallowed hard. "But I must in order to bring balance to the Force."

"My whole life, I heard one word. Balance. I never really understood what it meant. Until the first time I saw you. I heard that word again, like it was being whispered to me. Balance.”

She paused, finding she words.

“You’re not like my father. Or my brother. You’re new. Whatever else happens, the Force chose you, Rey. And your story isn’t written by anyone else.”

Leia reached for her and hugged her tight, like she never wanted to let go.

Rey closed her eyes, absorbing Leia’s strength and calm. They stood together a long moment before their embrace was interrupted by a deafening boom, the aftershocks nearly knocking them both off their feet. Stones fell. Dust choked the air. Klaxons went off at every station.

Somewhere among the gloom and falling rocks a tech looked up from the blips on her radar screen and called out, “Resurgent Class Star Destroyer detected! We’re taking fire!”

The First Order was here!

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four-color-words · 6 months

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Okay, so. Thoughts on Charley, his resurrection, and the retcons...

The teal deer of this post is this -- I don't think a heel-turn, as presented in canon, makes much sense. But, with a different motivation, and a couple of changes to the plot, I think it could have made for a very emotionally impactful story.

This post is going to be long, so get a drink and settle in. And it's gonna get image-heavy, so I'm putting it under a break, to preserve your dashboards as much as I can.

With that warning (seriously, this thing is at least four pages long, I'm sure), let's go --

See, what we get in canon is this: Charley was a Titan, he was killed by the Wildebeest, and that seems to have been the end of this impact on the story. (The New Titans (1988) #72).

Image ID: the Wildebeest, a supervillain in horned, bestial armor, pins Charley to the ground, tightening a garotte around his neck. "...Now I should kill you," he says, "I should keep tightening this wire until there's no air left in your lungs..."

(page seven)

(Disclaimer: I haven't gotten to this arc yet. My Titans read is still sitting circa 1987; I skipped ahead when I first started looking into Charley some time back)

So, Charley dies, and then Slade and Dayton just sorta. Leave his body there on the rocks. Which feels... rude? But also, they don't really know this kid, and what would they even do with his corpse anyway?

I dunno. It doesn't feel ooc for either of them, but it does feel strange, if that makes any sense

Anyway, that seems to be the last we see of Charley-boy until 2005, when he finally reappears in Hawkman (2002) #37

Image ID: Charley Parker, in updated armor, makes a dramatic entrance that takes up the whole page. His wings are spread proudly behind him as he alights. The dialogue reads "Nope. The name's Golden Eagle!"

So... How did he come back? What's the story here? Well, let's hear Charley's version of events:

Image ID: While fighting Carter Hall, Charley says the following over the course of two pages: "My father was a hero... A credit to his race. But everyone betrayed him! My mother deceived him... And then his so-called loyal friends were next! Eventually, even the Thanagarian people turned their backs on him!" ... "He was once a hero to this world, fighting side-by-side with the Justice League!" ... "I'm talking about Fel Andar, my father! You and Katar Hol destroyed him!"

(Hawkman (2002) #45)

Which... Okay, he's Fel Andar's son. That's a surprise, but plausible. As part of his cover, Fel was married to a human woman. That's part of the retcon they made back in Hawkworld, where Fel was introduced. Sure, there's a lot of weird stuff in here about Fel being a hero, but that could just be a kid wanting to believe that his deadbeat dad wasn't a total asshole. Charley's not a reliable narrator. But then it gets convoluted:

Image ID: Charley continues his story: "My grandfather was Andar Nal, who in 1947 during a mission to study Earth with his brother Andar Pul, had fallen in love with a woman named Naomi O'Neill. A year later, they gave birth to my father, Fel Andar, and he was raised on Thanagar... unaware that he was a child of two worlds." ... "...My father was dispatched to Earth by the war council as a spy, to prepare for Thanagar's eventual invasion. Like his father before him, he fell in love with an Earth woman, Sharon Parker, my mother, and as part of his cover as a sleeper agent ... he married her. Soon after, they had a son. I was four years old when Thanagar called my father to active duty."

Holy exposition dump, Batman! The part where Fel is half human feels new (and unnecessary?) to me, but the rest of this checks out so far... Given the caveats I've mentioned. Charley wants to believe his parents loved one another. He wants to believe his parents loved him. Anyone would, really, so we can't blame him for that. But this is about where the story starts to fall apart:

"...He couldn't allow Thanagar to know he had fathered a child. In their eyes it would have compromised his loyalties. As a result, my mother was reprogrammed to believe she was Hawkwoman, while I was given up for adoption. When my mother discovered the truth, she vowed to expose my father to the world. Fel Andar had already made his choice between Earth and Thanagar. With her dying breath, she destroyed his legacy."

...Okay, that... Mostly fits with what I remember from Hawkworld...? I mean, the part where Fel genuinely loved Sharon doesn't, but again, unreliable narrator. But the part I don't understand is... How this is supposed to make Charley sympathize with his father, instead of his mother. This is a story that paints Fel Andar as an awful man who betrayed the woman he loved and his son, Charley, who is telling this story, for the sake of a government and a planet that destroyed his family. He sucks.

"By this time, my father had already proven himself as a hero here on Earth and wanted to stay, but you returned from Limbo with the JSA and ruined everything."

I call bullshit! This didn't fucking happen? Did I miss a comic somewhere? What would he even have been staying for, if he'd betrayed his wife, lost his son, and tried to help destroy the planet?? There's no goddamn way I can believe this guy:

Image ID: Fel Andar, his secrets revealed, fires a massive alien weapon at his faux wife, Sharon Parker, amidst a burning house. As he does so, he tells her "Die like the dog you are."

(Hawkworld (1990) #23, pg5)

...Had any reason to stay. I'll keep the less kind language off the post, but this man hated Earth and the humans that lived on it.

Ugh, whatever. Charley, please continue.

"My father fled to Thanagar where, by the grace of his lineage, he was imprisoned... But spared the death penalty. He escaped and returned to Earth twice after my mother's death. Once when he gave me the Golden Eagle armor. And once as I lay dying on the coast of Long Island." (Hawkman (2002) #45)

...And. That's it. That's all he says. We're supposed to believe a high-profile prisoner managed to escape twice? That he willingly came back to Earth? Saved his mostly-human son? A son he loved, and felt no shame over? That doesn't line up with anything else we've seen about Thanagar or Fel Andar himself. And really, a lot of things about Charley's story here don't make any sense when you start to tug on the threads. Let's wheel it back to Charley's pre-Crisis origins here for a moment -- the clearest origins we get for how and when he got that armor:

Image ID: Sixteen-year-old Charley Parker, dressed in a homemade Hawkman costume, is running around playing pretend. His narration reads: "I was jumping down some steps, pretending to fly... When all of a sudden..." The Charley in the flashback takes over then, with internal monologue. "Ohhh! Being zapped by something... Feel tingly all over!" The next panel, he's midflight, the costume turned real. The narration box reads: "The next startling moment found me soaring high into the sky -- as if I'd been doing it all my life!" Flashback-Charley continues his monologue: "Holy cow! My imitation wings... My hood... They're not a costume anymore...! They're real... Alive... Part of me! I look like a real golden eagle.... Fly like one!"

(Justice League of America (1960) #117)

We find out, as this story goes on, that one of Hawkman's villains -- aggrieved at Carter's absence -- has accidentally magically turned Charley's dorky larp into reality. But that's period-typical silliness. We don't really see him again 'til the formation of the Titans West in Teen Titans (1966) #50, where he mentions how he's gotten wings that will last beyond Matter Master's meddling:

Image ID: Charley, speaking to the other members of the Titans West, says "Yeah! I met the Justice League once -- And Hawkman gave me this set of wings -- But I never met you!"

...Heavily summarized, key details missing, but sure.

Now, this is all pre-Crisis! Normally, I'd just dismiss this as having nothing to do with post-Crisis canon, and leave it at that. Except... Charley and Carter clearly have some sort of connection. If they don't, then where the hell did this photo come from?

Image ID: Charley, at his desk, examines a photograph of his younger self standing with Carter. Both are smiling, and dressed as their alter-egos.

(Hawkman (2002) #42)

Charley himself gives a version of events, one that I had at first dismissed as a complete lie. It's several pages of giant panels, but the short version is this: Charley had a rough life, growing up in orphanages and foster homes. He didn't think he had much of a future, and in his depression, attempted suicide. Carter saved him, gave him a job at the museum, and ultimately took him on as a sidekick. This is also in the midst of him claiming Carter is his biological father, and that he got the Golden Eagle armor from Carter and Adam Strange (Hawkman (2002) #43). As parts of this story are later revealed to be a lie (in issue #45), we can't quite be sure which parts are true.

But some of it must be. On top of that photograph, we have this little anecdote of Dick's:

Image ID: a partial panel wherein Dick, as Nightwing, is speaking to Wally, as Flash. He says: "Flash, you were one of us. You know the worst thing you can do to the Titans is to show up unannounced. You used to hate it when Aquaman and Hawkman would knock on the tower door for an impromptu "cookout" -- We all knew they were just keeping tabs on Garth and Charley." Wally, regretful, admits: "I... I guess that did bug the hell out of us."

(Teen Titans (2003) #6)

I checked the publication dates, and this bit of dialogue was in place a whole year before Charley's return. Is it just Geoff Johns wanting to namedrop his blorbo? Probably. But it has consequences for the whole narrative they're presenting here. After all, Dick would have no reason to bring up Charley and Carter, unless this was a real thing that had happened. And Wally would have no reason to corroborate the story.

Image ID: a gif of Oprah Winfrey asking her unseen interviewee "So what is the truth?"

WELP, if we're gonna figure that out, maybe we should see what Carter has to say on the subject. I mean, if this kid was his sidekick, he ought to have known him, right? Had some kind of reaction to seeing him come back from the dead?

Image ID: Two sequential panels from Hawkman (2002) #38. Carter wakes up in a hospital bed. Charley comes into the room, dressed in a suit, coffee mug in hand. He greets Carter: "Carter, I'm so glad to see you up and moving around. How are you feeling?" Carter answers with a question: "Do we know each other?" Charley replies: "Kind of. My name is Charles Edmund Parker... Formerly Golden Eagle. I was a Teen Titan." In the following panel, Carter says "I heard that Golden Eagle died awhile back." Extraneous dialogue has been cut.

...Oooooor not. Yikes on bikes, this sounds bad. No matter how you slice it, Charley looked up to Carter. They had a bond, a relationship of some kind. One that's compared, in that tiny little anecdote, to the relationship between Garth and Arthur. Carter is implied to be a goddamn father figure to Charley. And... Carter doesn't even recognize him. Doesn't remember Charley's name, or his moniker. Shows no reaction to him being dead, or alive, or alive after being fucking dead.

It's goddamn tragic, the story this presents us with. Charley was a kid who was so unbearably lonely, so hungry for a family, for connection. And then, for a fraction of a moment, he thought he had it. He was a hero, a Titan! He had a mentor he could learn from, friends he could trust! He had a home! A family! Finally, he had somewhere to belong!

And then... He lost it. He was lured into a trap and left to die, alone, on the cold rocky shore. Forgotten, completely, by his friends, by his mentor, by everyone who he'd believed loved him. He had no one.

Who wouldn't want revenge, after that?! Who wouldn't be in pain?!

But is any of that brought up? Is any of that stated to be why Charley is seeking revenge on Carter? No. You know why Charley wants to kill Carter and take the Hawkman mantle?

"All Carter Hall did was loot Nth metal from a Thanagarian battleship that crashed on Earth centuries ago! His blood isn't pure! He has no claim to the uniform or understanding of what it signifies!"

(Hawkman (2002) #44)

...Bro, what? This doesn't make any goddamn sense. By Charley's own admission, he's mostly human. He doesn't have a leg to stand on in that extremely gross, racist argument. Besides that, Carter was the first Hawkman. Fel was a fake, Katar was a successor. If anybody gets to decide what it means to be Hawkman, it's Carter.

This is fucking dumb. You had a perfectly good, understandable, valid motivation right there. And you just... Dropped the ball to make Charley be a piece of shit for no reason. Why. Why do you do this to me. To me specifically.

I mean, sure, in his prior characterization, he could be a bit of an ass:

Image ID: Two panels, out of sequence, from a conversation between Charley and Garth. In the first, Charley comments: "I've got a summer house a few miles south." Garth replies: "I remember the party you threw when the old Titans disbanded. I don't think Donna's ever forgiven you for hiring that stripper." Charley laughs it off -- "Aahh, she was always uptight. She needed a laugh." In the second panel, Charley continues with his attitude: "Hey, I liked foes I could beat up with my right hand tied behind my back. Certainly made us look more impressive."

(The New Teen Titans (1988) #72)

...But he was a kid, somewhere between nineteen and twenty-one, nothing more or less. He had room and time to grow. We can see that, behind the jerk who's begging for a headlock, Charley's a loyal friend who doesn't hesitate to defend his friends:

Image ID: A closeup of Charley's panicked, angry face. He calls out: "Garth? Garth? Oh, my dear god." In the next panel, he swoops at Wildebeest, attacking from above. "If he's dead, you bast--" Wildebeest interrupts Charley: "Not my intention, bird-boy."

Unfortunately we don't have a whole lot of characterization for him post-Crisis, prior to his death. Aside from this, the most we really see of his character is him not getting along with Hawk (but who does?) and expressing that he's worn out in The New Titans (1988) #56 and doesn't wanna stick around while Lillith tries to revive Gnarrk. Neither of these things conflict with his pre-Crisis characterization, but they don't give us a strong sense of a whole character, either.

So, let's look at pre-Crisis canon, because that's most of what exists in terms of Charley's appearances. (At least what's listed on the wiki; if I'm missing stuff, let me know. It's a lot of comics to cover!) We can see that Charley struggles with asserting himself in his civilian life:

Image ID: A physically imposing man looms over Charley, working as a gas station attendant. The man growls: "Listen, punk -- I told ya $3 worth!" Charley protests: "But, sir -- I distinctly heard you say "fill 'er up"! You owe $12.45!"

In the rest of this sequence (Teen Titans (1966) #50), the man proceeds to bully Charley into letting him drive away without paying at all. His boss says this is the third time this has happened this week, and says he'll take it out of Charley's paycheck. Charley, sick of this mistreatment, quits. As he walks away, Charley says this isn't the first time he's been out of work, and expresses a desire to go back to being the Golden Eagle:

Image ID: Charley is seen from behind, walking away from the gas station. His internal monologue is as follows: "Well, scratch another job for Charlie Parker, boy nebbish! I guess I should start lookin' for a different way to earn bread -- but I'm not in the mood! I'd rather go home and do my Golden Eagle gig--!"

The implication here is that he doesn't associate being the Golden Eagle with profit or earning money. He's not a mercenary, so he's genuinely doing this out of a desire to do good. And maybe to exert a little bit of control over his life, take on a more confident persona. But that's hardly a villainous motivation, especially for a sixteen-year-old nerd who larped being a superhero. He started being a hero because he wanted to be like his idol, Hawkman (Justice League of America (1960) #116). This doesn't exactly conflict with the arrogant jerk we see just prior to Charley's death. Rather, it paints that as overcompensation. Charley is concerned with how impressive he and the other Titans come across, flaunts his "summer home," and hires a stripper for a party -- all because he's trying to look cool and confident, and hide crippling self-doubt.

He's not the asshole we see in Hawkman (2002). This characterization comes completely out of left field, to my mind. There's not the barest clue of it in anything Charley was in before now, pre- or post-Crisis.

So what would make sense, with that prior characterization in mind? Well, I've got an idea, but that might be for a different post. This thing is already a mile and a half long, and it's killing my browser and internet connection.

Either way, what we get in canon doesn't feel right to me. Maybe there's more in the Rann-Thanagar War arc that will explain the part about Fel's sudden and total change in characterization, but at present, I have a hard time buying it. I sincerely doubt they'll be able to make Charley's bullshit motives for this heel-turn make sense.

I really think Charley had the potential to be and do more than he got in canon. He got twisted into a sad facsimile of himself, a prop to make Carter look better. And it really breaks my heart, because I think this story could have been a huge turning point for Carter and the Hawks as a whole. But my thoughts and feelings on that are an essay in themselves, to be honest.

Anyway, that's the end of this for now. If you actually read this thing all the way to the end, I am absolutely shocked and flattered. Thank you for listening to me rant.

#Charley Parker #i think that's the only fandom tag i'm putting on this lol #i do not want to invite The Discourse to my doorstep

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bitbybitwrites · 6 months

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au + trope + prompt game ♡ band!au + fake dating + “you had no idea, did you?” 👀

Welllll . . you know how the last time I did this I said story got away from me . . .

This time, the dang fic didn't even wait for me to tie my shoes - it took off and I wasn't able to catch up. So not even remotely close to a drabble, its hilarious.

So, @datshitrandom, here are 2,343 words for you. (HOLY CRAP)

1.) can I confess when I first saw "band!au" I was like - marching band? highschool like band class sort of thing?

And then I was like OOOOOOHHH, duh . . rock band.

I really should stop writing so late at night 😂

2.) Not sure if this is what you expected with fake dating, but here's hoping you like it 😊

3.) I'll put all these up on A03 eventually they all turned out cute - and I might expand on some of them if there's any interest .

****

“Thank you! And good night!”

The venue was filled with the screams and cheers of yet another satisfied audience. Dalton had nothing if not an extraordinarily rabid and enthusiastically effusive fan base. Kurt couldn’t argue. They helped with the paychecks that he had to pass out every week.

“We love you, Blaine! We love you, Seb!”

“We love you! We love you! We love you!”

“You’re my OTP!”

“You’re amazing!”

And so many other comments like them echoed off the walls of the venue amongst ear-splitting screams and applause.

Up on stage, the two frontmen for the band shook their heads, chuckling at all the commentary they were able to hear over the crowd. Blaine and Sebastian grinned, slung a free arm around each other’s waists, and held their instruments up proudly as they walked off stage together.

The crowd ate it up. More screams erupted. Kurt swore he nearly saw a couple of young women faint - or came pretty close to it.

Pretty much a typical show for Dalton.

Another night down. Another city to go.

*****

Kurt had lingered by the merchandise table, carefully watching to ensure everything was packed away so it could be carted off to the tour bus that waited in the back of the building.

“Oh god,” he heard as the remnants of the audience filtered out of the building behind him. Did you see it? When Blaine took off his jacket - and THOSE ARMS. WHAT THE FUCK! I thought I was going to faint.”

“Tell me about it,“ another voice responded. “And that smirk Seb threw him when he did it. Lord, those two will be the DEATH of me.”

“Can we talk about how sad I am that they don’t swing my way…but man, what a hot couple the two of them are?”

Kurt rolled his eyes and tried very hard not to comment out loud.

Oh, if they only knew.

*****

After triple and quadruple checking (thank goodness for these days and his OCD tendencies), everything was in its place in the truck, and the roadies were sent off to the next venue to get a head start preparing for the next day’s show. Kurt worked his way backstage and knocked on the greenroom door several times before walking straight in.

And he was immediately treated to a front-row viewing of Sebastian playing a very vigorous round of tonsil hockey with his boyfriend.

“For fucks sake, don’t you two have a hotel room for that?” Kurt snarked playfully as he used the clipboard he had in hand to smack Sebastian on the ass.

Seb flipped Kurt the middle finger from his position on the couch, straddling Adam Crawford, the band’s newest drummer. He continued making out with Adam for a few minutes before addressing the band’s tour manager.

“Jealous, Kurt?” Seb snarked back, his eyes twinkling. “I got me a tasty English crumpet. I know you’re an Anglophile and all, but hands off. This one’s mine. Not sharing.” Seb pouted, stuck out his tongue childishly, and then twined his arms around Adam’s neck, beaming down at him.

“Behave, love,” Adam chastised, nuzzling Sebastian’s neck as he pinched Seb’s side. Seb squawked and batted Adam’s hand away.

“Why don’t you make me,” Sebastian growled seductively before he bent forward to kiss Adam again.

“You bet I will …“

Kurt rolled his eyes, laughing. “Oh my god. Seriously. Hotel room. Fuck like rabbits, I don’t care. Go now. Before you defile this greenroom and we’re forced to pay the venue for stream cleaning all of the furniture AND the carpet in here.”

“Spoilsport,” Seb teased as he got up and pulled Adam up off the couch. Sebastian almost reached the door before hesitating and turning to Kurt with a concerned look. “H . .how’s it look out there?” he asked carefully.

Kurt gave Sebastian a reassuring smile. “You’re all clear - you and Blaine went out already to sign autographs - and last I checked, any fans had dispersed,” Kurt said straightforwardly. “Security hasn’t spotted any stragglers - no one out of the ordinary. They’ll escort you straight from the door of the venue to the vehicle. I didn’t see any paparazzi either. But just in case, try to keep your hands off each other until AFTER you’re in the car. It’s waiting for you outside.”

Seb nodded and squeezed his boyfriend’s hand tightly. Adam leaned over and kissed Sebastian lightly on his temple. “It’ll be OK,” Adam reassured his boyfriend before turning to Kurt. “Thank you for all of this.”

Kurt shook his head. “It’s really Blaine you’ve got to thank. He’s doing the bigger part. I’m … I’m just doing my job.”

Adam and Sebastian shared a strange look between them. They both knew it was more than that. “Kurt,“ Sebastian said quietly. “Talk to him. You really should. Tell him how you feel.”

Kurt clutched his clipboard to his chest like a shield, shaking his head again. He couldn’t. Kurt just couldn’t tell Blaine how he felt - how he'd had been head over heels for Blaine since all three of them were high school friends, and Blaine and Sebastian tossed around the pipe dream of starting a band and breaking into the music industry.

Kurt refused to put Blaine in that position. Especially now.

He probably didn’t reciprocate the feelings anyway.

“Go,” Kurt said as he pushed Adam and Sebastian towards the door, refusing to dwell on his unrequited love for Blaine Anderson any more than he had to. “Tour bus leaves at 9 am sharp tomorrow morning. Don’t make me have to drag you out of another hotel room naked. Again.” He gave Sebastian a warning look.

“I’ll keep him on task, boss,” Adam grinned as he assured Kurt. He tugged Sebastian out the door, patting Kurt on the back as he passed.

****

Ten minutes later, Blaine popped out of the bathroom, dressed casually and towel-drying his hair. Peeking from under the towel, he looked around the green room, spying only Kurt on the couch, checking his phone. No Sebastian or Adam in sight.

“Oh shit, am I the last one?”

Kurt tossed him a smile as he pocketed his device. “Hey, don’t even worry about it. Seb left with Adam and headed to the hotel. Puck is driving them, and he’ll make sure they get back to their room safely.”

Blaine let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. The tension in his shoulders eased a bit after hearing that. “I’m sorry. I know it’s been a while, but …”

Kurt nodded. “Hey, I get it. Believe me, I’m the same way, kind of checking over all of our shoulders all the time. But we’ll get through this.”

Tossing the towel onto the nearby makeup table, Blaine sighed. “It’s still shit, though, the whole thing. I wish it never happened. Not to Seb, certainly not to Michael. They didn’t deserve that.” Blaine ran his fingers through his hair nervously, making a tousled mess of his damp curls.

Kurt crossed the room and pulled Blaine into a hug. “I know,” he whispered. Stepping back, Kurt began running his fingers through Blaine’s haphazard hair in an attempt to make him more presentable. “Now that’s better,” he said, trying to chase away the sad smile on Blaine’s face.

Blaine nodded, still lost in his thoughts.

“You know,” Kurt said quietly. “What you’re doing for him and Adam. That’s big, Blaine. It’s a big sacrifice on your part.”

Blaine shook his head as he took a deep breath. “But it’s not,“ he told Kurt. “I care about you and Seb too much. You both saved my ass when my Dad threw me out. You kept me sane, kept me clean. I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for the both of you.” Blaine whispered, his mind suddenly racing back to that terrifying day that changed everything for all three of them. “I … I don’t know what I’d do if … if that happened again. I’d do anything to protect you… both of you.”

Kurt was right there with him, reliving everything as well. That fateful day, an unhinged Dalton fan tore through security brandishing a gun, shouting threats specifically at Sebastian and his then-boyfriend, Michael. Michael tried to shove Seb aside, but it didn’t matter. In the chaos that ensued, the gun went off more than once, and any assembled fans waiting for pictures and autographs scattered. The shooter also was able to slip away in the insanity.

In seconds, both men were found on the ground bleeding.

Michael never made it to the hospital alive.

Seb was numb and in denial for months, half afraid to step on a stage again.

Until Blaine came up with a plan.

Kurt felt Blaine’s hands tighten around his waist. His fingers gripped Blaine’s arms as they held on to each other as the support system they’d always been for one another. “Pretending to date Seb just to throw off any potential nut jobs is not a way to live, Blaine. It’s not fair to you.” Kurt insisted.

Blaine said quietly. “If I hadn’t talked Seb into this whole band thing, it never would have happened. Michael would still be alive. Hell, they might have been married by now and adopted kids. They could have grown old together - could have had it all. This is the least I could do for him.”

“You’re putting your life on hold, Blaine. For how long?”

“For as long as it takes. It’s not like . .” Blaine’s mouth drew into a tight line as he pulled away, walking towards the far end of the room.

“Not like what?” Kurt asked curiously.

“It’s not like I can have the guy I want to be with anyway.”

Kurt’s heart felt like a vice was squeezing it. Of course. Of course, Blaine would have someone he wanted. This was Blaine: beautiful, silly, kind-hearted, considerate Blaine. He had a whole world of people screaming for him every night. He could have the pick of any of them. It’s obvious that Blaine would have his eye on someone by now.

“Oh,” Kurt said, trying hard to keep his voice steady. “I … I didn’t know. I’m sorry it won’t work out.”

“Me too …“ muttered Blaine as he grabbed his jacket off the hook on the wall and went to leave, looking grim and resigned.

“No, wait,“ Kurt cried out as he rushed over, grabbing Blaine’s wrist and stopping him just before he went out the door. “Who is it? We … we can fix this somehow. We found a way for Sebastian and Adam to be together. We can figure something out for you, too.”

As much as it pained him to say those words, Kurt couldn’t bear to see Blaine so miserable - not when there was someone out there he had his heart set on.

“No, you can’t. You can’t do a thing.”

“Yes, Blaine . . yes we can.”

“Just leave it alone, Kurt,” Blaine growled, yanking his wrist free from Kurt’s tight grip. Blaine scowled as he moved further away from Kurt, dragging his fingers through his hair again in frustration and pacing the room like a caged animal.

“Stop being so goddamn stubborn. I’m telling you, we can figure something out.” Kurt insisted.

“Kurt…”

“Blaine…”

“Let it go.” Blaine hissed.

“Blaine,” Kurt said, starting to get more and more exasperated as the conversation continued. “You deserve to be happy. Who is it? Just tell me.”

Blaine spun around, a distraught look in his eyes: “You!” he shouted. “You, Kurt, it’s always been you!”

“W . .what?” The clipboard Kurt held slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor.

“You,” Blaine said slowly. “Kurt, ever since I saw you walk down those stairs at Dalton, there’s been no one else but you.”

“All this time … ” Kurt mumbled quietly to himself.

“You probably don’t feel the same. And that’s fine,” ranted Blaine, though he sounded the farthest from being “fine” as a person could be.

Kurt shook his head. “You are completely clueless sometimes. Do you know that?” In a few short strides, Kurt crossed the room, grabbed Blaine’s face in his hands, and shut Blaine up with a kiss.

For a few short seconds, Blaine stood there, shocked. Kurt pulled away to ask what was wrong, only to be yanked closer as Blaine kissed him back hungrily. It was all tongues and teeth and bitten lips as they finally released years of emotions that they had been holding back from each other.

“You had no idea, did you?” Kurt whispered after they resurfaced for air a few minutes later.

Blaine shook his head. He gazed back at Kurt, and that’s when Kurt saw it.

The moment the joy fizzled out of Blaine’s eyes and in its place, he could see concern and fear reflected back at him.

“Kurt, “Blaine whispered. “We shouldn’t. We. . .we can’t do this,” he choked out as he slowly began to pull away.

Kurt gripped Blaine’s arms tighter. “No. Please, don’t say that. I … I love you, Blaine.”

“It’s because I love you that … I can’t put you in this position, Kurt. I can’t let what happened to Michael even be a possibility for you. Don’t you get it? I … I can’t lose you.”

Blaine screwed his eyes shut, seeing the blood pour through his fingers as he tried that day to help Michael. He still could hear Seb’s weak voice calling out to his boyfriend, the paleness of Sebastian’s face before his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed into Kurt’s arms. It was too much. “I can’t lose you. Not like that,” Blaine repeated painfully. “I wouldn’t be able to survive it.”

“You won’t.” Kurt pleaded. “You’re not going to lose me.”

“You can’t promise that. You can’t predict the future.”

“And you can’t live your life worrying about what might happen,” Kurt said firmly, wrapping Blaine back into a tight embrace. “I’m never saying goodbye to you. Do you understand me?”

“Kurt …”

“No.” Kurt pulled back and gently cupped Blaine’s face in his hands. “You listen to me. We will figure something out. Somehow. We’ll all stay safe. I promise.”

Blaine stared back into those blue eyes and nodded, his heart hoping with all his might that Kurt was right.

If anyone else wants to play - AU+Trope+Prompt Game.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #ask game #au ask game #bitbybitwrites #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson

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rockstar-pornograffitti · 3 months

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Why does love have to change

Jack Blades x OC

Chapter One

Summary: Ren is the bassist of the successful Swedish Rock band Savage Seducion. She had it all, the great band and the fairytale romance with her guitarist and frontman Gunnar. That was until they broke up. Now Ren must navigate playing with her Ex as they tour America with Night Ranger. Along with new feelings for Night Rangers bassist Jack Blades.

A/N: yes I reused a band from another fic I abounded in order to write this one. Also, comments are welcomed and encouraged! Hope you enjoy!

Ren’s POV

I'm trying not to think about tomorrow. When I have to face my ex for the first time since we broke up a few months ago. He was the boy next door. I have known him my whole life, our parents were best friends and so we became friends. I started playing bass and he started playing guitar. We fell in love, or whatever love is to kids. We were thirteen. Then we decided at sixteen nothing was ever going to break us up so we might as well start a band together.

That was our first mistake. When you are sixteen we genuinely believe nothing is going to break up you and your boyfriend. You’re delusional and life hasn't kicked you down enough yet. We made it past school and our band grew. We got a record deal and still stuck together. We were 18 at this point. We'd been together all our teenage life and it was starting to break down. I had these feelings I needed to run. I needed to explore I needed to try something else. The love I once felt wasn't really romantic anymore. Yet I didn't want to fuck up our band. We had a massive following back in Sweden off our first album.

We were making it. I was living my dream of being a rockstar. So I kept hanging on to the relationship despite knowing I didn't love him anymore. I kept fighting it.

I mean he was the only love ever knew. What is wrong with me? My whole family wanted us together wanted us to get married wanted him to be my great love story. After all, it was looking like one of those stories you read about where the boy and girl next door live happily ever after. So I kept fighting it.

We made a decision to keep us being a couple as on the down low as possible. We didn't want that to be the identity of our band. Which looking back now should have been a sign.

Time went on, till last year. When I realized how unhappy I truly was. It all started when my mother started up her whole “why are you and Gunnar married” thing again. We're only 23 granted we have been together ten years. I realized how unnatural it was I really didn't want to marry him. I had no desire to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn't want to be his wife. I didn't see a future with us together. I wanted to run. I wanted to be free. How I was just holding on to this relationship to hold on to my band and make everyone around me happy. I didn't really love him anymore. I had to get out.

I remember thinking I'd have to start a new band. I can do that though. I can start over. I thought I'd shatter his heart. I thought he'd hate me and I was prepared for that.

I was shocked when It turned out he felt the exact same as me. We both knew this wasn't our forever love like we once thought and we had to cut ourselves free. We both knew it was what was best. So that's what we did. We decided since it was mutual and we really have no hate for one another to keep the band going. Why ruin a good thing?

So here I am months later. In San Francisco. Where our tour is going to start tomorrow with Night Ranger. They happen to be a band I really love. So I'm excited to your with them. I know it's going to be awkward but I also know I can work past it. I just need to focus on our music.

After all this the tour in support of our new album. The one we finished just before breaking up. It's really taken off here in America and I'm very proud of it. We've gone gold already and it's only been out a week! I'm excited to play the new stuff.

I decided to come a few days early so I could enjoy San Francisco a bit and relax before the awkwardness that was bound to happen. Right now I'm sitting in a nice convertible in an almost empty parking. I'm looking at the map to plan out my route to my next destination. I'm drinking some American soda, and just knowing the music and the nice weather.

Then I pop in my “Dawn Patrol” cassette into the cars cassette player. When I say I'm a fan of night ranger I mean it. I crank the radio and start singing along. Ex-boyfriends are tomorrow's problem.

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Jack’s POV

I stop dead for a second when I suddenly hear my own music fill the air. Someone somewhere is blasting “Don't Tell Me You Love Me”. I look around looking for the source. It has to be nearby I can hear it very clearly. I look head into the parking lot and notice a woman sitting in a red convertible. She's got long black hair cut in what I call I rock n roll style. She's wearing sunglasses and she's the one blasting my music. It always makes me happy to see people enjoying my music. Especially when it’s pretty women.

In her lap, I notice she's studying a map. There is a good chance she's lost. I should go see if she needs help.

I walk over to her car and smile as I reach the driver's side. She notices me and turns down her radio down.

“If I’m not allowed to park her I can move.” She says, probably because the parking lot is empty. She has a thick accent of some kind. I’d say it’s European. Though I can’t place the exact country.

She’s dressed very rock. With tight black ripped jeans,cowboy boots and a crop top of the Swedish Band “Savage Seduction”. The band were actually starting a tour with next week. Interesting. Maybe she’s here for the concert? She seems to be fans of both bands.

“No, I actually came over to ask if you’re lost.” I tell her, pointing to the map on her lap. Also in her car is a pack of cigarettes, her purse, and a few cassettes. One of cassettes is actually our Album midnight Madness, and I can see the case for Dawn Patrol as well. The one she’s currently got on her cassette player.

It’s kind of funny she appears to be such a big fan yet hasn’t recognized me. Especially when I’m sitting on the cassette player box right next her. I don’t blame her though. I probably look much different without the spandex.

“Oh! No I’m just planing my route.” She laughs, “but thank you.”

“No big deal.” I tell her,then I point to the tape in the player.

“Great band aren’t they?”

“Night Ranger?” She asks, “yes the best.”

“Are you going to the show tomorrow?” I ask her, curious.

“You could say that yes.” She laughs, “Are you a fan?”

“You could say I am yes.” I tell her. I don’t like being full of myself and going ‘I’m Jack Blades the bassist and singer of the band’. It’s okay not everyone needs to know who I am. I also don’t want to come off as full of myself. Especially not to someone as pretty as she is, that’s the last thing I’d want her thinking of me.

“Well I really should get going.” She tells me with a smile.

“It was nice meeting you.” I tell her and I mean that I’m hoping I can see her tomorrow so I can give her a backstage pass.

“I was nice meeting you too.” She smiles as she drives off. Well shes someone I’m not going to forget for a while.

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I need an adorable scenario where one day the reader and Severus go hitch-hiking and skinny dipping in the woods . picture something like this : https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1124281494456584795/ & https://www.pinterest.com/pin/703756186337112/ then when it's time to go . They have to walk a slightly long distance back to reader's house and Severus legs get tired so , reader offers him a piggy ride and at first he says no but , then he's like he's okay , fine. when they reach reader's house her and Severus change into some comfortable pajamas and snuggle up on the couch while listening to sweater weather by the neighborhood .

Here it goes, The broken English is impossibly strong today so I apologize in advance. I'll try my best.

***

If someone told Severus he would actually enjoy a day of his summer break, he wouldn't have believed them. But fate had reserved that particular feat for one of his last few days before returning to Hogwarts.

As usual, to avoid being stuck in the same house as Eileen and Tobias, Severus took long walks. Not really to empty his mind, but to fill it with everything else that surrounded him and contemplating on the most various subjects. He wasn't the most talkative type of person, but if someone smiled at him or greeted him with a 'Good morning' or 'Quite hot heh?' he'd smile back, reply or engage briefly in the conversation.

The last days of summer started off crisp and fresh, incredibly hot in the afternoons, and by the time he was heading home he always regretted not having brought a coat.

One of his habits was to head towards the high hilltop that had a particular unperturbed view of the lake and find the warmest spot on the floor that wasn't covered with mud. He'd settle usually on top of some rocks, sprawl himself over them and eat his lunch.

Severus had prepared a sandwich for his lunch that consisted in just two slices of bread with some butter spread thinly in the middle, and a bottle of cold tea. Not that he was fond of butter, but there wasn't really anything else available and it was better than dry hard bread.

"Hi!" he heard someone say behind him. Immediately he jerked his head around to the source of the sound, and relaxed once he saw who it was.

You weren't always there, but on occasion you'd spend a week of your summer holidays with your relatives and meet Severus by the lake. Even though you did not speak much until now, you kept each other company at a reasonable distance. Today, however, you have decided to speak to him.

"Hello." Severus replied, taking another bite of his sandwich and returning his gaze towards the lake.

"May I interest you on a hike?" you asked, still behind him.

Severus sighed, slightly annoyed that his peace was being perturbed, but he looked up at you and studied your face before answering.

"I doubt you will show me anything I haven't seen yet." he said.

"Wanna bet?" you asked

"No, I couldn't pay the debt off." he admonished, sighing and taking a swig of tea, wrapping up his leftover dull bread and pocketing it. He got up, a knee cracked and you giggled. He shot you a look that didn't give room for further giggling on his expense, but when you forced yourself to stop, he smirked.

"May I know your name at least, before you murder me?" he asked, extending his hand. "I'm Severus."

You took his hand and smiled broadly.

"I'm Y/N. Let's go that way. Do you know how to swim?"

"I don't, so my death will be by drowning. I could think of worse ways."

You swatted at his arm and pulled him to keep up with your pace.

"You're not going to die, it would just be way more fun if you knew. We have to go though the old road and descend through the picked fence. The one with the 'Beware of the dog' signs. Do you know where it is?" you asked, crackling a twig and listening to Severus tripping over the same twig behind you.

"I know where it is, but I have never crossed the fence. It is private property."

"It's abandoned. Not private." you said, devilishly.

When you've reached the picked fence, Severus offers to kick the opening further so that you can both crawl underneath a loose board.

You keep descending in small steps, through slippery mud, oily leaves and loose rocks, sweaty brows and heavy rapid breathings in succession. 'Careful here' , 'careful there' until you both finally reach the bank.

The view takes Severus' breath away, he is astonished to be this close to the bank. and he immediately starts taking off his shoes.

You smile at him, from ear to ear and begin doing the same, but taking off more clothing in a speed that Severus can't keep up.

To his shock, as quick as the Hogwarts express, you stormed running madly past him, woo'ing so loud it echoed, and the only thing he could register was the nakedness of you, how your hair bounced and the carelessness and freedom that you must be feeling.

For what felt like forever, he allowed his own smile to broaden and he took his own clothes off, feeling mortified for a moment before removing his underwear.

You were already swimming in the water, dipping, floating, charging up and down, right and left, gasping for air from time to time... and Severus felt encouraged. Swallowing heavily he removed the last bit of clothing and before his courage faltered, he walked towards you, trying to cover his bits lamely with both his hands.

"Get in, if you do it quickly it won't be as cold." you said, motioning him towards you with a waving hand.

"I don't know how to swim, but right now I envy you very much." he said, blushing to the roots, his knees already covered by water. He hissed when the cold water touched his mid section, and he was thankful she was happily swimming and too distracted to have noticed it.

"I'll show you how to not die." you said, appearing suddenly before him from underwater.

Severus yelped but relaxed visibly, feeling rocks beneath his feet, inhaling sharply and dunking fully in the crisp water.

He emerged again, gasping for air and smiling at you.

You tell him that the secret is to always keep your legs batting away, and after some hours of practice, you manage to actually teach him how to not drown in still waters.

Severus was knackered by the time both of you agreed to get out of the water, cold seeping through your bones and the sun starting to disappear.

"I think we should go to my place and warm up a bit. We will get you home afterwards but we're further away from yours than mine. Can you walk?" you asked, seeing that he was struggling to keep his balance to dress his pants.

"Of course I can." Severus said defensively.

Twenty minutes have passed and Severus was starting to get behind.

"It looks like you can't after all, huh?" you teased

"I can, but my legs seem to disagree. It is your fault, with all that leg battering." he pursed his lip in a mocking way, pitching his voice higher to mimic hers. "You have to beat both , have you ever seen anyone swim at all?"

"Shut up you prat. And the answer to that is no, you mustn't have. The best I can offer you is a piggy back."

"You couldn't take my weight." he said

"Yes I can. My brother is twice your size and I've carried him for 500 meters last week"

"Why?" Severus expression was of pure disbelief.

"I lost a bet!" you said, grinning, stealing a chuckle from Severus and presenting your back "Hop on. I'll grab your legs."

Severus eyed you and smiled at your back, not believing that it was actually going to happen. His leg wobbled again, and with a sigh he climbed on. You grabbed his shins and supported him with grace.

"You're so light! Really I could just carry you around everywhere!"

Severus laughed and clicked his tongue, at the same time he kicked you briefly on the side of your thigh.

"Let's see how you trot" he mocked, hugging you for balance.

Both eventually arrived at your place, frozen and trembling, and you deposited Severus effortlessly on the ground. Quickly you turned on the heater and began fumbling in the closet for some clothes.

"We need to warm up a bit before heading towards your house. Dress this sweater, and I know it's a pajama but it's really warm." you extended it to Severus and he took it, pushing it rapidly down his head and his arms. He looked around the room. There was a record player and a collection of vinyl records.

"May I see it?" Severus asked, walking towards the record player.

"Yeah sure, I don't remember if I left any record in it, suit yourself."

Curious to discover what you have been listening to, Severus flicked the player on and placed the needle on top of the record.

"'Cause it's too cold for you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater"

He smiled and sat on the couch, and quickly you joined him, shifting closer and closer, singing along to the song. You rest your head on his shoulder and Severus instinctively surrounds your body with his arm, pushing your head to rest comfortably over his chest. Both of you relax into the warmth and comfort of the couch and of each other.

Finite.

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Of Light and Darkness: The Rising Darkness Pt.3

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!: IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED DO NOT READ THIS ONE!!!!! ANGST! Death, Rage, self doubt, betrayal, portrayals of a psychotic episode! NOT LIGHT READING!!! Also Jango being a lil bit of a tease at the end, stolen kiss but not much more. (@pickleprickle come get yo juice)

A/N: Ok my friends so if you know this story then you know what part we're at. Yes I'm putting Anakin's part on Tattoine in here because it is important, but also I felt that the movie didn't really do enough for that part. I ADORE Hayden and his portrayal, so much body and facial expression to cover the things not said! And yes I also wanted to do just a bit more with Jango because we don't get much of him here to reflect all the lore that comes later. This splits back and forth a lot so I apologize now.

PS- as always if Italic that means telepathic communication.

Picture Credit: Lucasfilm, Pinterest, and Gifs from Tumblr

Song Credit: I won't back down by: Tom Petty (Link)

Words: 6400 ish.... Thick with 2 C's

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Anakin stood on the balcony overlooking the lake. Listening to the waives crash on the rocks, the birds that flew over head, even the current below the surface of the water seeking the calm of nature. Padme was moving towards him, but even her presence could not quell the pit in his stomach. Horrible visions haunted his mind of his mother sobbing, bloodied and in pain... begging for help that would not come. He knew what must be done, in so doing he would be abandoning both Padme and the mandates of the Order.

But for his mother it was the only thing to do.

Padme's mind and heart were in conflict, they always were where Anakin was concerned. Staring out at him she observed the man and again tried to deny that he had found a place within her heart. Padme's mind constantly clamored against this feeling over and over, begging her to come to reason. Yet when Ani smiled or laughed or even laid the lightest of touches on her... all protest flew out the window. She had hoped that after dinner last night that both of them could move forward as friends, yet even as he stood there she felt that all too familiar pull and who could fight the stars.

Anakin could smell Padme's floral perfume on the air, hear the scrape of her slippers against the marble with every step she took toward him. He knew that he had to be professional, especially after their discussion. She had made clear that the two of them could not be together, that what he longed for was impossible. Anakin had taken his shot, he had been honest and now he knew how she felt. What his Master had failed to tell him was what to do afterward.

“Don't go...” It was a soft request, pain underlying his need for her presence. Anakin opened his eyes to take in the beautiful sunrise... made all the more so by the woman who would forever hold his affections even if it was unrequited.

“I didn't want to disturb you.” Padme was preparing to walk away, but couldn't leave him now.

“Your presence is soothing.”

“You had another nightmare” She sighed as Anakin began to bristle, “I heard you yelling, would you like to talk about it?”

Why did he trust her so readily even though she had shredded his heart not hours before? Anakin sighed in resignation, telling Padme of his awful vision. “She's in pain... I have to help her.”

Padme folded her hands in contemplation. There was no doubt that Anakin had already made a decision, she simply needed to allow him to voice it. Nodding to show she was listening he continued.

“I know that I am disobeying my mandate to protect you Senator...”

Padme winced a little at the use of her title, but reflected that she had set that precedent.

“... and that I will be punished and likely thrown out of the Order. But she's my mother.” Anakin finally raised his eyes to the angel of the stars. She wasn't like the other women he knew, no sarcastic eyebrow or disapproval to mar her beauty, simply serene. “I'm sorry Padme truly, but I must go.”

Padme moved forward taking Anakin's hand. “Ani I told you that I wouldn't let you throwaway your future because of me. I will go with you so that you will not be breaking your mandate.”

“What about Master Obi Wan and Master Y/n?”

Padme squeezed his hand, “I guess we won't tell them will we.”

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“Stargazer to Harbor... Stargazer to Harbor... Come in Harbor?”

Mace acknowledged the transmission, a small holo projection of you and Kenobi appearing before the gathered Jedi Council members. “We read you stargazer, report?”

“Masters we have tracked the Bounty Hunter Jango Fett to the planet Geonosis. More disturbing is that there is a large gathering of Starships from the Trade Federation.” Obi Wan was glancing from port to starboard on the craft.

You piped in while your fellow knight navigated, “Yeah and gave us a good run for our money too.”

“Are you both alright?” Mace could feel the tension rising in his chest. It would never matter how old his apprentice became, you would always be under his protection.

“A few shots across the bow, but Obi Wan got us through.”

Obi Wan tuned, “Masters I fear that our investigation has become all the more complicated. With your permission we would like route out the connection the Trade Federation has to Fett and the clones of Kamino.”

He hated the exhausted edge that laced the voices of both knights. Looking to his colleagues he felt concern and perhaps even a touch of fear. The Republic that had been hard fought and won over a millennia ago was upon the brink disaster. Mace would rather call you both back and regroup, he would rather send out a group of the Council themselves to finish this investigation. At the end of the day though he was the head of the Council and must do what was necessary, his personal feelings be damned. “Proceed with caution, may the Force be with you.”

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“She's been gone a month... There's little hope that she's lasted this long.”

The words rang in Anakin's ears as he practically flew the borrowed speeder past breaking point. He'd gotten a lead on the Tusken raiders and the closer he got the more he could feel his mother in the Force. “I'm coming mom, just hold on.”

He would rescue her.

He would not leave her behind again.

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The winding catacombs and tall spires allowed every small noise to echo without fail. Every footstep, every swish of a cloak seemed like the clanging of pans in a library. Your nerves were strung tight, hands reflexively holding your saber hilt. As the two of you wound deeper and deeper into the structure you saw more than enough evidence of why the Trade Federation was here. Line upon assembly line of droids filled the lower levels. Up ahead voices reverberated in the corridor, Obi Boy pulled you back to the safety of the shadows. “Obi what are they saying I can't hear it?”

“It would appear that Nute Gunray and whoever is contracting with the Geonosians is the one who put out the contract on our friend the Senator.” Obi Wan glanced down at the scaring around your right ear, yet another mission souvenir along with the associated hearing loss normally you were able to compensate, the fact that you weren't went to show your level of exhaustion. “I think we'd best go up top.”

“Did you see who?”

“Not yet, but I could hear them.”

Obi Wan could feel the blood lust radiating from Nute Gunray as he spoke about where he would like best to display Senator Amidala's head in his office. As the two Knights crept to an overhanging ledge the conversation became clearer. Representatives of the Banking Clan and Techno Union were sat at a large table and at the head sat none other than Master Dooku. While Obi Wan was shocked he could feel disgust and anger from you, pebbles were clattering from the ripples you sent through the Force, “Wee one we need to remain calm. Focus.”

“That karking traitor!”

Dooku watched with mild amusement as the various beings at the table squabbled and bantered, all pawns on his game board. Long ago he learned that a bit of theater and patience make the negotiation. Dooku also knew that most of the beings gathered here did so for the benefit of their own pockets and not some true disillusionment with the government. Behind him Fett was standing alert if not somewhat perturbed, a deep sigh passing the vocorder of his helmet. Waiving a hand Dooku cut into the bickering, “AS I said earlier gentlemen, I am convinced that 10,000 more systems will rally to our cause with your support.”

“We need to report in.”

Obi Wan raised a finger, begging you be patient, “Not yet, there's more to be heard I believe, we will be patient.”

“Not my strong suit.”

“...The Banking Clan will sign your treaty.”

Dooku smiled, nodding a show of appreciation. “When the battle droids of our friends with the Trade Federation are combined with yours we shall have an army greater than any in the galaxy. The Jedi will be overwhelmed.”

As the meeting came to a close Dooku turned to the hunter behind him. “I believe some acquaintances of yours have arrived. Please see our new guests to more... suitable accommodations.”

“I doubt that they'll accept your hospitality.”

He smiled at the man's dry humor. Fett was good, very good in fact, with more than a few Jedi kills under his belt in addition to his lengthy reputation. These two knights were quite the wily pair, but he had little doubt that the hunter could handle the task. The information that he had brought back alone was worth observing the two further. All was playing out as he had foreseen and soon the trap would be baited, “Wait until they have transmitted their report to Coruscant then bring them to me, alive please.”

Fett tilted his helmet, annoyance rippled around him. He was an intelligent being though and knew better than to disobey. After all, Fett would never want his precious son to come to harm. Turning on his heel the hunter paused before stalking into the catacombs.

“As you wish.”

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Anakin moved through the hole into the Tusken shelter and his heart stopped beating. His mother hung limply from the poles that had been used to secure her for the night. Bruising, lacerations... far too many injuries to count as he angrily tore at the bindings, she was still alive though. Carefully he lowered her frail, pained body to the ground.

Anakin wanted to cry, choking on his words, “Mom... Mom it's me.”

“Ani?” Shmi tried to blink, as if searching in the dead of space for something familiar. Her trembling hand finally landing on a warm cheek, smile spreading as her son pressed his own hand to hers. “Ani is it you?”

He longed to crush her to him, but Anakin could feel the pain radiating from her. He could barely breath from being so overwhelmed, lips trembling as he pressed a tender kiss to her palm. “I'm here mom, I'm here. Everything will be alright now.”

“My son... my grown up son.” Wistful smile tugging weakly at her lips, how Shmi wished this had happened differently. Oh but he had grown up so well, the Jedi had done as promised and taken such good care of him.

“Hold on a little longer mom,” Anakin shifted to begin standing but froze as his mother gasped in pain, “Please... please mom, just stay with me.”

“So handsome...My boy is grown, now I am complete.”

Anakin could feel the flickering in her signature, like a candle caught in a storm. No no no, he had to save her! What good was being a Jedi if he couldn't save his mother. He tried to calm himself, readying again to get up and take his mom away from this place. “Just stay with me a little longer mom, I'm going to make you well again. Padme's here, we'll take you to Naboo, it's so beautiful mom. I'll call Master y/n and she'll make everything better.”

“Ah, my son... I'm so... proud of you...tell me more,” Shmi knew she was dying, but at last she felt peace. She knew her passing would pain her son greatly, but maybe she could distract him for just a bit and slip away quietly.

Anakin cursed that he couldn't simply heal his mother like his Master could. Why hadn't he pushed himself harder to learn, why hadn't you?! Why did his Masters hold him back?! He wanted to scream, to rage but his mom needed him, he had to give her something to fight for. “It's so beautiful mom, green and full of lakes and streams. There's so many things I want to show you... we can all go mom.”

“Ani... I love... I love... you.” Shmi Skywalker slipped away peacefully in her son's arms, the wisp of a lake and Anakin's smile her final vision of comfort.

“Mom don't go, please.... please....” He felt the minute that her signature rejoined the greater Force itself. Like a genie in a bottle that could not be put back, Anakin clutched the mortal remains of his mother to him.

Cold despair washed over Anakin and into his heart. He had failed her... he had failed his mother, the one who had brought him into the world and protected him for nine long years. How often had she gone without to provide for him, shielded him. All that he ever knew of love was from this one woman and he had let her slip right through his fingers. How could she be gone? How could the galaxy allow her to die?

Then the cold was replaced by something so seductively warm and comforting. It's treacherous feeling taking the place of the emptiness that filled him. It whispered falsehood disguised as words of solace, at least he felt something in the gaping bleeding hole in his chest. No, it wasn't his fault. Anakin had done his best, it was the Tuskens that had killed his mother. The Tuskins had captured her, beaten her, starved and worked her to death.

They were animals

They weren't even humanoid

They were mindless monsters like his step father had said

AND HE WOULD MAKE THEM PAY FOR WHAT THEY HAD DONE!

Anakin placed his mother's body down on the floor gently, removing his cloak to cover her. He may not have been able to save her, but he could avenge her memory and see that these beasts harmed no one else. Rising with his fury to keep him warm, Anakin clutched at the handle of his saber. He felt the Force surge through him and it felt so good in the midst of his despair. He no longer felt powerless, he felt in control. Walking out of the hut he sliced down the guards quickly without a flinch. Hearing the other warriors coming to fight Anakin welcomed it.

Today... today his mother would have justice for all of her suffering.

In the words of his dear friend, for the ones he loved he would to do terrible things.

And just as Glitch had also said, he would never forgive himself.

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You were trying to keep up with Obi Wan as he ran ahead of you. This intel needed to get back to the Council and the Senate quickly to avert disaster, damn your short legs. As the two of you approached the starfighter a scream was ripped from your chest, crumpling your body to the ground.

“Y/N!” Obi Wan turned on a pin sprinting back to your collapsed convulsing form. He held you to his chest to try to muffle your cries of agony, reaching for you through your bond. “Y/n, what is it wee one? Talk to me please?”

Obi Boy's voice sounded distant even in your mind, his normally soothing presence could not ease this jagged pain in your heart. Nor could it silence the voice crying out from beyond the grave. You must be going mad, finally snapped from too much stress and stims. But there was no denying who that voice belonged to....

“Y/n what is it?” Obi Wan took a sharp inhale as your eyes flew wild and wide, panicked breaths finally starting to slow. He tried to brush the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “Y/n it's alright, I have you.”

“P-p-pain... Anakin...He's in pain.”

“Y/n you need to breath with me, calm yourself. We'll go to him straight away, but first I need you with me.” He saw as your pained face nodded, breathing starting to even. You were scared and that frightened him knowing it took a lot to shake you. But he also knew you well enough to redirect your racing thoughts, “We know that the transmitter won't get out of the canyon, can you climb with the booster to that cliff ledge so I can relay?”

“I can do that. Yeah, I can climb.” Scrambling up you could still feel the recoil and pain in the Force, but Obi Boy was right. As badly as you wanted to get in the fighter and get to your Padawan there were more pressing matters at hand. The needs of the many verses the needs of the few and in the end you knew your obligation was to the greater number. It was the simple and terrible math of triage, there were always more whom needed your help. Sweet merciful Maker forgive you... Anakin forgive you... but it had to be done. Checking the horizon you steadied the booster.

“R-4 relay this message to Coruscant, top priority and continue relay until acknowledged,” Obi Wan watched as you gave the thumbs up. R-4 however still was unable to boost the signal enough due to the damage. “Try to reach Anakin on Naboo...What do you mean he's not there?”

On the ledge above, you could only partly make out what was being shouted at the poor little astromech, but then you heard the word Tattoine clearly enough. “Obi what's happened?”

“The boy has decided to go for a joy ride it would appear... we'll deal with this later.” Instructing the droid to start Obi Wan began his message, “Anakin if you can hear me re transmit this message to the Council....”

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Mace had been uneasy since Yoda had come out of seclusion, stating that one of their fallen had somehow reached out through the Force and that Skywalker was in anguish. He could feel a shift, something turning in the lines of fate... a shaterpoint was about to be crossed. The garbled transition from Kenobi gave no clue to your fate but he could only assume that you were taken prisoner alongside your fellow Jedi. Already there were members of the Order rallying and ready to leave, along with some old friends.

Listening to the Senate finally approve the use of the clone army, however suspect their origins, Mace turned to his Senior Council member. “It is done but the army will need time to assemble. I will take what knights we have here and lead the mission to Geonosis.”

“To Kamino will I go, bring this new army to meet you I will. Trust in our knights, trust in the Force. proof of these troops metal, we shall see.” Yoda studied the eyes of the man before him, stormy and hard as a mountain in winter. While many found Master Windu to be hard and unyielding, few realized the reason for it. It was not that he did not care... no, it was that he cared deeply. Always standing tall between the Order and what storms may come, but even a mountain would weep if it's larks were no longer there to sing their songs. “Master Windu save our captured knights, we will.”

Mace clenched his jaw, knowing that the future was uncertain for all. Nodding and with a sweep of his cloak he made his way down to the speeder where two old friends waited. On a mission like this the Jedi could use all the help they could get. Turning to the old pilot and the pink haired hell fighter, Mace took a steadying breath and prayed the Force that you still breathed.

“We're going to get them back."

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“They'll never make it in time, they have to come halfway across the galaxy. We're only a parsec away...”

“If they're still alive,” Anakin sat heavily in the co pilot's chair, folding his arms if only to hold himself together. First his mother now his Masters, what did the universe wish of him? Would it not be happy till every one of the people he cared for was dead. In that moment Anakin was glad that Padme did not love him, maybe she would be spared.

“Ani are you just going to sit there and let them die? They're your Masters, your mentors...”

“They're my family!” Anakin's anger snapped. He closed his eyes trying to find a level of calm like the two of you had taught him. If Master Obi Wan were here he would remind Anakin that the Senator's safety was his primary mission and you would want both he and Padme to be safe. If his Masters were here they would both tell him that the mission came first, as much as he wanted to fly there and save you both. “But you heard Master Windu. He gave us strict orders to stay put.”

“He gave you orders to protect me and I'm going to save Obi Wan and Y/n.” She started flipping toggles and switches, set in her decision. “So if you plan to protect me, you'll just have to tag along.”

Anakin couldn't help the relief that washed over him, nor the smile of admiration. Padme always found a way, no matter the odds his Angel always found a way. Turning in his seat he began the launch sequence, “Yes Ma'am”

“That's more like it.” Padme tilted her head to check that C-3PO and R2 were safely aboard. It was good to hear Ani sounding like himself and not the despaired broken person of a few hours before. At least it was a sign that he may yet recover from the death of his mother, even if the actions he had confessed to would haunt him. Padme knew Anakin must have fought his way in and out of that camp, collateral damage was bound to happen. Because that was what it must have been...

it had to be.

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The electric currents shot painfully through your body again as your captors questions remained unanswered. You had been able to escape initial capture, but were caught by the Geonosians after trying to retrieve Obi Wan.

You would both pay for the error.

Admittedly the odds were not in your favor, you managed to disable a majority with a gas explosion, sliced the wings off many others. In the end though you had been taken kicking, biting, cursing, and screaming and placed in the interrogators beam.

Master, no Count Dooku was standing before you calmly asking again why you and Obi Wan were there. The tone was the same that he had used when students disappointed him in training. But this was not the same Master whom had tutored you, no this was a different man and no longer a Jedi. Gritting your teeth you started to mumble the words to a song that was a favorite of Master Melri, one that all to well fit the situation.

“Well, I won't back down

no, I won't back down

you can stand me up at the gates of hell

but I wont back down”

“Y/n this can all be over if you would only tell me the reason for your presence here.” Dooku could hear the off key singing, noting the lyrics as your reply. Interrogation rarely resulted in the desired information and it wasted time. Not that he wanted nor needed to perform this exercise, least of all with Obi Wan. His Grand Padawan may yet be of use to his plans and harming him would be counter productive. You on the other hand were a complication and a wild card in his deck. Waiving a hand the current turned off, the only sounds filling the small space was your ragged breathing.

“We both know that you won't let me walk out of here.” Glaring at the dark figure in your peripheral vision you heard the Count hum in agreement. The only hope that you and Obi Wan had was if your wayward apprentice received the distress call. Your own temper was flaring from all that had been brought to the light. Dooku's betrayal to the Jedi, the assassination plot, war...

You spat at the viper's feet, “Nutricula seditiosorum omnium.”

“I see you still favor the old tomes in the archives,” Dooku considered something for a moment, something he had not weighed before. Troublesome though you were quite clever, nor was there anyone else with a keener insight to the workings of the Jedi Council. If he managed to acquire one Knight the other would follow, two for the price of one. Coming to stand alongside your suspended body he removed a handkerchief to blot at your cut lip. Your sharp gaze never left his, challenging and dare he say angered. He had almost forgotten that you were of mixed lineage, the temper of the former being legendary... How very interesting. “Tell me did you ever study the old scrolls regarding Darth Malgus? Always two, no more or less... How many Sith were destroyed that day on Naboo?”

You turned away focusing on a spot on the wall, ignoring whatever game this seditionist wanted to play.

“I see in your eyes that you know the truth, that the other Sith remains.” The girls gaze shifted back to him. She had been there, had seen his predecessor. “What if I told you I am on the trail of the Sith who escaped? That even now this Darth Sidious is exerting his power to weaken the Republic one senator and system at a time.”

“You're lying.”

Dooku hummed, “You and I both know that I am not. Your intellect would be invaluable. You, Obi Wan and I, together we could finally bring this monster to justice for what he did to Qui Gon and the Republic.”

“The Council would have sensed this danger if it was so close,” Anger and denial raged in your veins, but somewhere in the back of your mind the words took hold. Like a challenge it dared you to follow, to seek, to investigate. Looking at the Count, at the smug upturn of his lips you shook the thought away. “Obi Wan would never join you and neither will I.”

“Even if it meant that you could finally have what you've always wanted? To keep that which you so covetously guard?” Dooku watched your face drain of color. While you were very good at hiding your thoughts and feelings, Obi Wan was not. It hadn't taken much including the information that Fett had provided to come to a conclusion. These two had a bond that would not easily break and perhaps that was their undoing. “To no longer fear losing the one that you loved?”

“I cannot fear that which I cannot lose,” Leveling a harsh look at the man you narrowed your eyes, "Love is of the soul. A soul cannot be destroyed, only these mortal vessels.”

Clever girl, much like her Masters before, “But what of now? Have you not longed for a family, a normal life with the one you cherish? Don't you deserve a reward after all you have done and sacrificed? After all that you have already lost?”

Yes you had dreamed such a thing, still did on your worst days. A small cottage somewhere peaceful with not a worry more than your patients and perhaps a small garden for your Obi Boy to tend to. To fall asleep to the sounds of the wind and sea or the trees and small creatures that would surround your home. But in a way you already had your family, you and Obi Boy and Anakin. You three were happy in your own little way and that was more than you could have asked for. No, the Devil himself would not turn you today. “Amabo eum in vita vel morti...”

“Then there's really nothing more I can do for you my dear. Such a pity,”

“Why not just kill me now,” you challenged.

“Would that I had the ability to grant such mercy, but I'm afraid our friends in the Trade Federation have taken quite the interest and our hosts have prepared something in their honor.” Dooku turned just as he made the doorway. “The Haako family patriarch in particular, the one whose namesake you killed.”

The door closed behind him, the sound deafening and final. You couldn't help the tears that fell as the old memories of the fight for Naboo dug into your heart, still you kept singing. If it was the last thing in this galaxy that you did it would be to wipe the smug look from that man's face. Besides, you had long known one simple truth... Death was such an old acquaintance that he would come for you last.

And only after all of your loved ones had been taken from you.

“No, I'll stand my ground

won't be turned around

and I keep this world from draggin' me down,

gonna stand my ground

And I won't back down.”

Jango Fett considered himself a fair man. When he was hired for a job he did the job, he never enjoyed the killing though. Some hunters got into the business for their own blood lust, Bosk was like that, but Jango enjoyed the challenge a hunt brought. The cat and mouse, the strategy, the soreness after a good fight, never the killing. He had a code that he followed, loose as it was, including that his targets did not suffer needlessly.

The Count, as his boss preferred to be called, had asked him to transfer the female Jetii to the holding cell where her counterpart was. That Tyranus had tortured the woman for the sick joy of it, well that didn't set well with him. She was a strong little thing though, hadn't given the man the pleasure of her tears nor given into his tactics. Something far worse had done greater harm to her in the past because she hadn't crumbled, simply sang her little song in defiance. For that the Jeti'ika impressed him all the more.

Entering the room he bound your wrists and began escorting you through the winding catacombs of the lower levels. “Don't try anything funny Jetii.”

“My name is Y/n if you'll recall,” You moved with a bit of a limp given the rough capture. Glancing at that shiny bucket you remembered the terror in the Changling's eyes. This was the Hunter that was so feared, but beneath that helmet was a man and not a monster. You may be resigned to your fate, but as a Jedi it was your duty to protect and to hope. There was yet one innocent here that could be saved and perhaps another soul that could yet turn back to the light. As tired as you were, as cynical as you felt, you had to try. “You should take your son away from this place.”

Jango tilted his head, “And why is that Y/n?”

“I know your boss. Master Dooku will only let you live as long as you're useful, then who will protect Boba?” He had called you by your name, it was something at least. You kept an even tone as you continued, “He was my teacher once long ago, but matters little to him. Friends, family, loyalty none of that matters, nothing can stop what he has planed. Once he has a goal Master Dooku does everything to achieve that end... He doesn't like loose ends.”

“And I don't like tricks little girl,” Jango roughly pulled his prisoner into small hallway alcove, pressing her into the rough stone. He watched your face for the usual disappointing displays; the big eyes and tears, begging, bargaining, seduction. All he saw though was bone deep weariness and a jaded smirk of one who could see their own end. He couldn't place why this bothered him, but for some reason Jango didn't want to see the fight leave you. He also knew what the Bugs had in store for the two knights and if he hated anything it was a rigged fight. Still the question remained what was the woman playing at?

“I'm not trying to trick you Jango. Frankly if there wasn't a child involved...” Stars and the Force help you to get through the man's thick skull. You leaned back more firmly into the stone as he lifted his helmet to look you in the eye. The man had done bad things made bad bargains, but Boba was just a kid. “Your son deserves to keep his Dad.”

His gaze narrowed at you, eyes cold. “Why would you give a kark about my boy?”

Closing your eyes on a heavy sigh you told the truth, “Because I know what it is to lose a parent and I'd spare any child that same pain. Please just take him and fly far away from here, live a happy life and grow old. If you stay here you will not see him become a man... and that would be a shame.”

You were being sincere, even past the exhaustion and pain that tainted the rest of your body language Jango could see it. You didn't beg for your life nor were you trying to escape. He again weighed his course of action just as he had earlier, the decision falling even more firmly into place now. Pulling his helmet down Jango crouched, lifted you onto his shoulder, and started walking down the corridor again. He knew this wasn't a smart idea, but it was the fair one. “Don't struggle.”

You startled when the hunter lifted you, but that was replaced with the bitter taste of failure. Why even try anymore, every time you tried to help it blew up in your face so why even try! The whirlwind of your mind was going so fast that when Jango placed you to sit on a high surface it took a full minute to realize that you were in a room of some type. Your eyebrow raised as he locked the door, “What are you...”

“Quiet.” His tone was sharper than intended and he watched as you flinched. Jango needed to get this done before sense returned to him. Removing two ration balls from his belt he pulled the front of your tunic aside and tucked one into a pocket, the other he held up to your mouth. “Eat, you'll need your strength.”

Unsure of his intentions you shook your head, making the hunter's temper flare. He grabbed your face holding open your mouth and forced you to take the food. It tasted like the rations that you were issued from the Temple, but there was no way to be certain. You held the food in your mouth, wanting to spit it out.

“Don't be stupid, swallow it.” Jango was not about to waste much time on this, he'd plug your nose if he had too, but you did as he said. Lifting a water pouch to your lips he growled in his throat before you could refuse to drink. Satisfied that was done he patted your thigh, “Good girl, now leg up.”

“Why?”

“Stubborn thing,” He raised your cuffed hands overhead to canter your body. Pulling the injector out, he showed you the label, then jammed it into your leg. Chucking it aside he tried to soothe the spot of the injection, stroking his thumb back and forth on the muscle. Jango shook his head again at the stupidity of doing this. Knowing that he and Boba would be on the run from both the Republic and Tyranus after his actions were discovered. Perhaps this one good deed would tip the scales in his favor when judgment came, perhaps it was just wishful thinking. “That should take care of the worst of it.”

He had released your hands to find something else in his belt, the Bacta had begun working through your body as well. You felt his anger and regret as tears of gratitude leaked down your face. Jango didn't have to do this, he owed you nothing, but he had been kind. Bringing your bound hands down you traced the Beskar Heart of his armor. Jango ceased his task to lightly clasp your fingers. Glancing up you saw his face soften, lips pursed with words he could not say, instead he bent forward to touch his forehead to your own.

“Thank you Jango.”

“You shouldn't be here," he used the same tone that he would have when Boba was little, not wanting to upset you more. Jango shook his head with a subtle huff, "you don't deserve to be here.”

Closing your eyes a sad little chuckle escaped you, “We rarely get what we deserve.”

“Isn't that the truth. From what I've seen though, I don't think this will be your last day.” Jango smiled sadly. In another lifetime maybe they could have even been friends, but that could be true of so many things. He pressed the last item into your hand, watched as you secured it in your robes. Time was short and he needed to get you to the holding cell, but then soft fingertips touched his cheeks. He was used to pain, but this gentleness was so very different. Glancing at your battered face Jango knew that he had made the right decision.

Leaning in you placed a soft kiss to his cheek, “When the fight comes, I won't look for you Jango. Fly swift and straight.”

As you pulled away Jango couldn't help indulging in temptation just a little. Your face could have fit entirely in the palm of his hand, his hold firm but careful of the bruising. Dipping his head down Jango collected his fee, after all one good deed deserves another. He kept the kiss light, tongue only just tracing the outside seam of your lips including the small cut on the tender bottom one before he pulled away. He had to smirk at the little sigh and the flush that crept up your cheeks.

Your mind had gone blank, not expecting him to do that! You were just trying to be nice and say thank you, but damn the man for being so cheeky. Then he gave a roguish, self satisfied smirk at you and that tore it. Narrowing your eyes you kicked him square in the ass plate, “Oh you...”

“Quid Pro Quo cyar'ika,” Jango couldn't help but smile at the fire in your eyes. He carried you down to the cell to be with your riduur, not that he thought the prick deserved you. He hoped that his actions would be enough that you would survive. Now he had to prepare and plan his own escape, and contingencies for Boba. If what you said was true then his own chances of survival weren't much better than your own. Glancing back from the door Jango watched as the two knights embraced, fretting over one another. What would it be like to have someone worry over him like that? Not that he had the time to ruminate on such things, he was being summoned for more intruders on the droid floor.

“Ret'urcye mhi Y/n, jate'kara.”

Translations:

Nutricula seditiosorum omnium (latin)- dry nurse of all seditious men

Amabo eum in vita vel morti (latin)- I will love him in life or death

cyar'ika- sweetheart

Riduur- spouse

Jeti'ika- little Jedi

Ret'urcye mhi- Good bye, but more literally maybe we'll meet again.

jate'kara- luck, destiny; more literally good stars to steer by.

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opie-nixx · 1 year

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Wet Dreams (CHAP. 21)

It's been a week and a half and it's been getting easier to move around again. Charles is constantly checking up on me and never letting me leave by myself. That and the fact of the shack that we are staying in is very small and uncomfortable I find myself volunteering for guard night more than the others. Just so I can have the shack mostly to myself during the day. Charles and Sadie have been doing a splendid job catering to everyone's safety, concerns and needs. We buried Hosea the day we moved here. I just wish Arthur was here. I find myself missing him each day, I never knew how long Arthur and the rest stay in Guarma. I think the others took notice of how my attitude changed. Not that I was snapping at anyone, I was just moping and because of everything going on my freedom was limited. I was miserable. The sun way past set, the chirping and screaming from the night insects fill the night air, along with the crackling of the fire and Pearson drinking and chopping meat for tomorrows meal.

Abigail: "Y/n." She calls out to me in the dark, cautiously looking around the camp.

Y/n: "Abigail." I say standing up.

Abigail: "Please, no need to get up for me."

Y/n: "You're always worth the attention." She seemed taken aback as a light pink dusts her face.

Abigail: "I..I. Thank you. I- I have a favor to ask."

Y/n: "What is it?"

Abigail: "John..I know you said he got arrested, but I want him back." She pleads, I nod.

Y/n: "Let me finish my shift tonight and get some sleep and I will look for him." A few tears slip form her eyes as she does a small jump in relief, leaping for a hug. She was happy she didn't have to beg as much as usual. I return the hug and grind my teeth, I think I pulled a stitch? I bear through it and smile as she leaves to the shack. I release that breath I didn't even realize I was holding. Setting the rifle down I plop down on the rock I was sitting and lift up my shirt. Warm blood began to ooze through the bandages and I cut them off to see I did indeed pull a stitch.

Y/n: "Fuck." I pant. My eyes begin to scan around the camp for any sign of the supplies, instead I see Charles approaching fast.

Charles: "Why are you being so stubborn?!" He shouts in a hushed tone. I scoff as he holds my previous bandages to my wound to contain the blood.

Y/n: "It wasn't intentional." He walks off to grab the medical equipment and shortly return with a needle, thread and a medical cure. Shortly yet so gently getting to work and scolding me in the process.

Y/n: "I need to go do something tomorrow." His eyes flick up to me before going back to threading the needle.

Y/n: "Alone."

Charles: "No."

Y/n: "Charles, please?"

Charles: "Why?"

Y/n: "Abigail wants me to locate John."

Charles: "Take me or Sadie." He suggests.

Y/n: "I really want the time to myself, this is a small camp, smaller than usual and I just want to take a stroll around town." I argue, He puts his hand on my shoulder and gently pushes me back to expose my wound more.

Charles: "Arthur would be devastated if anything happened to you."

Y/n: "Nothing will. I can take care of myself." I swallow thickly as he gets closer with the needle, trying to prepare for the poke.

Charles: "Take Sadie. Please." The needle pierces my flesh and I clench my teeth as I feel the string pull through.

Y/n: "Fine, yeah." I watch as his hands move so cautiously, so tenderly.

Y/n: "Thank you." He grunts. I place my hand on his.

Y/n: "I really mean it. You've been really pulling your weight and we are all grateful."

Charles: "It's what anyone would've done."

Y/n: "Maybe." I feel another prick and pull as he tightens the pierce and knots it. I can't help but to watch so graciously, ignoring the amount of discomfort and pain I was in. He pours the cure all into a cloth and gently pats the freshly stitched wound before beginning to wrap it again.

Y/n: "Why are you in love with me?" He pauses for a moment before tying the bandage in its place. He seemed a bit caught off guard.

Charles: "You are very straight forward."

Y/n: "Did you want me to beat around the bush?" I chuckle. Charles looks at me so sternly and deeply, it's my turn to be taken aback. He places his hand my cheek, his hand almost as big as my face his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. My gaze hardens as my face flushes. He begins to tower over me.

Charles: "Arthur is so lucky to have someone like you."

Y/n: "Charles?" He brings his face so close to mine, our lips only inches away. I can feel my face heat up and I'm more than sure he noticed. I pull my face out of his grasp and stand up, giving him a slight push off of me.

Y/n: "I'm sorry." I say picking the rifle back up, leaning it on my shoulder.

Charles: "For?"

Y/n: "I can't reciprocate those feelings for you. I feel as if I led you on?" He shakes his head.

Charles: "Don't be. Arthur deserves to be happy." My head snaps to him in surprise.

'I know he will be okay, but I miss him so much.'

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Arthur: "He's gone to far this time." He growled.

Y/n: "Arthur, let it go." I plead.

Y/n: "I don't want the confrontation."

Arthur: "Y/n, you have to be used to the confrontation. You have to stand your ground, woman."

Y/n: Enough!" I scoff and push him onto his cot.

'Micah was being a prick and cut buttons off my shirt.'

Arthur: "What are you?-" I begin to unbuckle his gun belt and undo his pants, kneeling between his legs.

Arthur: "Y/n!?" He shouts in a hushed tone. His cock springing up, hard and throbbing. A bit intimidating if I say so, my face becoming a deep red. My eyes flick between his throbbing cock and Arthur's nervous face. I lick my lips and smirk at him deviously as I grip his cock in my hand. Giving it a few strokes and blowing on his tip in order to tease him.

He tenses up a bit from the action his dick was getting, even twitching a bit. His breathing becoming even more uneasy as I plant kisses to his tip. I feel a warm liquid ooze from his tip against my lips.

Y/n: "Are you enjoying this Mr. Morgan?" I smile.

I lick all around the head getting the pre-cum off the head while licking around the pee slit and even putting the tip of my tongue in the pee slit, earning a choked gasp from him. It doesn't stop me. Removing my hand from the shaft of his dick, I place them on his thighs beside me, I decide to just use my mouth. I take his whole tip and a bit of his shaft into my mouth and add a little suction.

Arthur: "Y/n?.." He moans.

I swallow thickly and let my mind go blank to relax my gag reflex. Allowing myself to take him as deep into my throat without causing any gagging noises. Arthur soon buries his hand in my hair. Licking, sucking and rubbing my tongue along the shaft of him earning me muffled moans and faint breaths of air, I could see his balls tighten telling me he was close. Bobbing my head up and down, repeating all of my actions but faster. His hand forming a tight fist, grasping my hair he soon pulls me off with a loud pop as his cum sprays over the both of us. His grip not letting up causing a familiar warmth and wetness form between my legs. His eyes shooting to me.

Arthur: "The things you do to me, woman." He loosens his grip on my hair for just a second before shoving me into the cot face first.

Arthur: "I think it's your turn, darlin." When I try to push myself up, he just pushes my head back down and moves his hands to my hips, pulling my ass up to him.

Y/n: "Arthur!"

Arthur: "Shhh. Don't want the whole camp to hear you now." He says as he rolls my skirt up exposing my bare ass and arched back. He runs his calloused hands over my soft skin, groping my ass and hips.

Y/n: "Arthur~" He slides his middle finger against my outer lips, grazing the clit just a touch. He repeats this motion until I let out a soft whine and he chuckles.

That damn middle finger outright strokes my clit in slow circles, making my legs shake in anticipation. I nearly lost my footing when he slides into me with ease, those long fingers hitting and crooking against all the right spots. I bite my lip to hold back my moans.

'This feels so good.'

The head of his cock dig into my folds, again. He took it all the way, savoring the warm embrace. He pushed hard, grinding deep, against the bottom of my pussy.

I loved being filled by him, and it wasn't long before I was throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts, driving it as deep as I could. Earning a few sharp slaps to my ass which I was sure were leaving hand prints, but as long as they were his I didn't care. I buried my head into the pillows and blanket on the cot to muffle any noises I was making.

I soon began to shudder against him.. Stiffening and shaking, I moaned long and hard into the cot, one last time, before feeling that knot spray out of me and all over Arthur's clothes. I push myself back up and position myself on the edge of the cot as I look at Arthur with worry.

Y/n: "Was I too loud?"

Arthur: "Here's to hopin." I scoff and curl up on the cot as he changes his clothes.

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Sadie: "Y/n?" She calls out.

Y/n: "Hm?" I reply half-awake, sitting up from the hammock in the shed.

Sadie: "Charles said something about you needin to run to town?" I rub my eyes to wake up more.

Y/n: "Yeah, let's go figure out where John is." She nods her head as I gather my gear.

Sadie: "Either way, I just want a bath."

Y/n: "I hear you on that." We chuckle as we make our way to the horses.

Sadie: "You gonna be okay to ride with that wound?"

Y/n: "I think so?" As soon as I had 1 foot in the stirrup, before I could even push myself up and swing my leg over, Charles was right there, hands on my waist.

Charles: "Take it easy." He hoists me up with ease and tightens my gear on my horse. My face flushed from how close he was. His hand placement similar to Arthur's. I try my best to glare at Charles, but I find it hard to do so as memories of Arthur began to flood my mind.

Y/n: "Thank you." I nod to him, Sadie chuckles as she gives her horse a light nudge to trot off ahead. I smile as she does so, leaning down to Charles.

Y/n: "Watch it." I say before catching up with Sadie.

Sadie: "Do you have any idea where John would be?"

Y/n: "Siska."

Sadie: "The island? The state penitentiary?"

Y/n: "Yep."

Sadie: "Are you sure?"

Y/n: "Very much so, I'm sure there will be talk of hanging him because of the heist."

Sadie: "Of course, I just hope Dutch and them come back to us soon."

Y/n: "I have faith, but I do worry for them."

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Arriving in Saint Denis, Sadie and I ride around for a bit looking for a hotel with a bath we can both relax at for a bit and go over a plan for John. My eyes dart everywhere, my anxiety high. I try to take some calming breaths before pulling out a cigarette and taking a few deep puffs, Sadie does the same as we wander the streets. Soon coming to a hotel we flick our cigarettes, dismount and hitch our horses.

Y/n: "You can bath first, I really want to eat something."

Sadie: "Don't have to tell me twice." She snickers as she pushes open the saloon doors and all eyes fall on us. We scoff and scowl at the men who eyed us, some of the working girls gave us a few glares as we walked up to the bartender.

Y/n: "2 baths and a meal."

Bartender: "Sure, waters nice and hot for ya." I hand the man some money and Sadie is quick up the stairs, as the bartender slides a plate across the counter of steak and potatoes. I nod and pick up the plate and silverware and make my way to an empty seat by the door. Plopping down in the chair and setting the plate down, I begin to dig in. My ears twitch and my eyes flick up from my plate as I feel someone make there way to me.

'Wait...Eagle flies?'

He takes a seat across from me and slides me a bottle of whiskey.

Eagle Flies: "Thirsty?"

Y/n: "Sure." I drop my silverware on my plate and take the bottle, twisting it open.

Eagle Flies: "I saw you at the Mayor's party."

Y/n: "As did I."

Eagle Flies: "That man you danced with, where is he?"

Y/n: "Not here." He nods as he leans on the table.

Eagle Flies: "I need his help."

Y/n: "He's gonna want money." He scoffs.

Eagle Flies: "Of course, all white men do."

Y/n: "Look, He is a very hunted man, so hunted even the government is looking to shoot him down, he has a whole gang depending on him so that we can be fed and try and live a better life."

Eagle Flies: "Why can he not explain this himself."

Y/n: "Because he is not here."

Eagle Flies: "Are you his caretaker, he seems much older than you."

Y/n: "Not in the ways that matter." I chuckle as I take a swig of the whiskey, a warm rush running down my throat.

Eagle Flies: "Tell him to meet me outside of Cornwall, Kerosene and Tar, when he returns."

Y/n: "Shit. Yeah, just it might be a few weeks. Is that ok?" I ask.

Eagle Flies: "It will have to be." With that he takes his leave, and I rest my head in the palm of my hand.

'For fucks sake, please come back soon.' I sigh.

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martenarts · 4 months

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"What're YOU gonna grow up to be?"

"...Happy?"

I must admit, the Lion Guard is a show that I didn't really enjoy, personally speaking. I was certainly not the target audience. For an obsessive nerd such as myself, I felt as though many interesting idea's were missing, such as expanding on the Outsiders or the effects of Scars reign. There are many idea's I do love from this show, though! Such as expanding on the role of the King/Queen, attempts to add some culture (even if it is as simple as using the Swahili language more), and showcasing the residents of the Pridelands. I believe the expansion on the Hyena characters and the idea of the Lion Guard were probably my favorite idea's to come out of the show.

And honestly... I thought I was losing my mind when Kion got a literal cutie-mark on his shoulder! I've since grown much more appreciative of the supernatural elements thanks to some amazing fan interpretations over the years. (australet789 and Kaikree are personal favorites of mine recently)

The show still has good things to offer, though, and I love getting new things to develop in my humble little AU. The whole magic roar thing? Yeah, that isn't real here. Instead, the entire Lion Guard show is nothing more than a fantasy conjured up by Simba's youngest and most aimless son. Kion has an immense amount of free time in his cubhood. The only responsibilities he really needs to fulfill is staying close to Pride Rock and playing, as play is the only real way for any cub to prepare for their adulthood. Although many times his adventures do end up leading him and the animals into trouble that they must navigate.

Kion has endless energy and a healthy thirst for fun, always eager to include anyone in his games, lion or otherwise! Simba encouraged this friendship with other animals- after all, the King himself had been raised by a meerkat and warthog. He knew the value of befriending other animals, something that Kiara had never quite understood beyond showing respect to the animal tribes in their kingdom. Occasionally, Simba would even play the role of the "antagonist," insisting that Kion couldn't possibly form a Lion Guard of other animals! (In reality, Simba loves the idea's his son comes up with, and regrets being unable to play more often with his cubs) His game took many of the young, neighboring Pride Land animals by storm, and very soon, Kion had an entire group of playmates to meet up with day after day. He's popular, far more popular than Kiara, and he knows this.

The siblings have tough moments sometimes, like any siblings would. While neither would ever admit it, both cubs are very jealous of the other. Kiara has never stopped craving freedom and fun since before meeting Kovu (contrary to her Lion Guard alternative), even after nearly getting eaten by crocodiles, she only came to crave more adventure. Or at least the chance to befriend another lion cub that wasn't aware of her royalty. Still, she has not quite shaken the feeling that she doesn't want to be queen… Yet she grows to work against this instinct for the sake of making her father proud. Kion does a very good job of hiding his insecurities, but in truth, he craves a purpose or role within the pride. Even as a cub, he is aware that he will eventually become a migrant, as is expected of every male lion that grows to adulthood. Leaving his home to explore the world certainly isn't the worst fate, but leaving his friends and family behind? Abandoning the exploits and treasures that the Pride Lands had to offer? Being all alone…?

Unwilling to share his insecurity, Kion taunts his sister instead. Putting on a front for all to see, and letting almost no one know about the doubts that secretly poison his dreams.

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pupvivi · 2 years

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Thinking about Jungeun and Sooyoung being so domestic. Like they do chores together while cracking jokes. Sooyoung being so good at impersonations, it always has Jungeun so winded from laughing so much, and of course when Jungeun laughs she has to hit something.

Sooyoung always takes advantage of that, pretending to be hurt and wanting make up kisses that may or may not escalate into something else.

Ever since they became official the sexual tension between them has skyrocketed. The most basic touches feel so intimate. A stroke on the arm, or a cupping of the cheek can leave either of them so flushed. It was cute, they were very much in their first honeymoon stage.

But with being in that stage it means that it takes so little to get either of them going.

"You're so hard." Sooyoung chuckled, her hand wrapping fully around her, cock dribbling with arousal. She shameless spread her legs giving Sooyoung more room to do whatever she wanted with her. Jungeun wasn't even fully nude either, just pants pushed down and t-shirt pushed up.

Sooyoung thought she looked ravishing just like this. "You need my help don't you?" She already know the answer but Jungeun was a good girl so liked to answer her.

"Mhm," Jungeun nodded, if she could shoot heart eyes at Sooyoung she would, so instead she went for the pathetic look. Bottom lip out in a pout. She wanted her Alpha to take care of her so badly. "Please..."

Sooyoung' s breath hitched before letting out a shaky exhale. She doesn't know how Jungeun is able to push her buttons so easily, but she does and god she wanted to fuck her.

"How do you want me?" She gave Jungeun another pump, watching with amusement as she lifted her hips, trying to get as much from this as she could. "Want to fuck my hand? Or maybe you want my mouth again? You said I'm getting better." It was true, she was a quick study, and even after the embarrassing fails, she was getting better with each attempt.

Either that or Jungeun was just really easy to please.

"Or maybe," Sooyoung leaned closer to her ear, giving it a nice nip, feeling the heat radiating off of it. "You need me to breed you."

That option gave her the strongest reaction. And she knew that was the one. From Jungeun squirming to the little moan she released. She needed to see if Sooyoung would actually do it.

With a chuckle, Sooyoung backed off. She needed to prepare her just right. "Let me get the lube, but keep touching yourself." She wasn't asking, she was telling Jungeun to keep herself nice and hard. She loved seeing her this excited and needy.

Jungeun didn't even try and mask her moans as she rocked back. Sooyoung only had one finger inside her but it was enough to make her mewl. She wanted Sooyoung to stretch her nice and good. But even she knew sizing up took time.

She dared to look back and was met with Sooyoung so focused on her hole, pressing another finger inside of her. "Take me so well." Sooyoung finally said, breaking the silence to compliment Jungeun.

The way she willingly was presenting herself, balanced on her knees and shoulders, one hand still stroking herself at Sooyoung's demand.

Sooyoung wondered if she could cum just like this. Was tempted to wait and see, but the throbbing in her own boxers reminded her of what was to come.

With a couple more thrusts and a drizzle of lube, Sooyoung was pushing into Jungeun. Inching slowly inside of her. One hand squeezing her thigh to keep herself steady.

Jungeun's mouth was open but no sound was escaping. She knew Sooyoung was big, has felt her cock and even sucked it. But even with the ample of stretching, it was still so fucking much.

Sooyoung wasn't fairing any better either, already working up a sweat with how good it felt to push into Jungeun. "Holy shit," she wheezed out, her pelvic bone was resting against Jungeun's ass, but she's yet to bottom out. "I don't think I'll fit."

The pathetic whine Jungeun let out at the idea of not being able to take all of Sooyoung made her want to soothe Jungeun. But at the same time she didn't expect Jungeun's ass to try and take all of her. "It's okay." She leaned down to kiss and nip at Jungeun's shoulder blade, huffing at the fresh blast of her scent. She could practically taste her.

"Need all of you." Jungeun whined again, trying to rock back and take the last inch of Sooyoung. The sight was downright sinful, as she was pretty much fucking herself on Sooyoung's cock, and she let her.

Sooyoung watched like she was ina trance, Jungeun rocking back trying to work herself up to let Sooyoung bottom out. The little whines and moans like music to her ear. "Alpha, please..."

With that Sooyoung began rocking forward, the grip on Jungeun's thighs tightening, as she found a nice pace. If Jungeun wanted all of her she would try her best to give it to her.

The sound of skin on skin echoed in the room, combined with the shaky moans from Jungeun and the near snarls escaping from Sooyoung with each snap of her hips. She was determined to bottom out and finish inside of her.

It felt like she was on fire. She wasn't even aware she was chanting under her breath. Pure filth escaping Sooyoung's lips, as she fucked Jungeun's ass.

"Good girl."

"Presenting for your Alpha like this, might just keep you like this until my balls are empty."

"Mine to ruin."

Not once did Jungeun stop jerking herself off either, having anyway spilled messily on her hand and the sheets under her. The constant pounding making the waves of pleasure feel like she was trying to swim against the currant during a storm.

"fuckfuckfuck" Jungeun all but yelped when finally Sooyoung managed to bottom out. Again and again, the pressure against her prostate driving her crazy.

Jungeun didn't even realize she's cum again, so focused on just feeling Sooyoung use her. But the first rope of cum she felt spill into her was enough to make her scream, her body shaking under Sooyoung who was supporting her bottom half, as she kept herself as close as possible.

Sooyoung didn't even realize she could pop a knot with another Alpha much less make it fit, but she did. With a silent scream of her own she spilled inside Jungeun. It was so much, and as she tried to catch her breath, just a little more would be milked out.

Sooyoung couldn't help but press kiss after kiss against Jungeun's back. Her knot having already strank and she was about to pull out. But she didn't want to. Finally having Jungeun like this made every good chemical in her brain release at once.

She was very certain of her feelings for Jungeun, but at this moment she wasn't about to communicate them.

Sooyoung was nonverbal after knotting. A very common Alpha trait that was simply passed down seemingly at random. While some claimed that only good sex could trigger it, it was more on great synergy with a partner that seemed to do it.

So she simply tried to convey her feelings through soft physical touch. Nosing at Jungeun's neck, day dreaming about a mark being there.

Jungeun was between laying there and accepting the gestures that made her stomach flutter, or very brief cat naps.

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"Hey, Master?" Xigbar called out, wandering through the woods. "You out here?" He was finally ready to have that talk. Hopefully things could improve between them with it.

The woods were quiet save for the slight rustle of leaves in the light breeze. A few beats passed before there was an answer from behind the man. It nearly made him jump out of his skin.

“Hey kiddo, good to see you face to face again.” Came the voice from a dark robed figure, “though… your face has changed from last we’ve seen each other. The sentiment still remains though.”

The figure paused in front of Xigbar, arms frozen as if they were to move in to embrace him but decided against it. It cleared its throat. “That’s your newest vessel huh? Looks good on you.”

"Ah, you think? This one's… Yeah. I like this one." He didn't quite frown, but… He was sure his face reflected how awkward he felt. "Think it's my favorite so far."

“Well- I’m glad you’re happy with it- that’s all that matters, right?” While the Master’s face was hidden, his voice reflected a sort of softness to him. He took another step towards Xigbar. “In fact it seems like you’re happy in general for the most part.”

"Well…" He paused, then smiled slightly. "Yeah. I guess I am. A lot more than I used to be, at least." Subconsciously, he laced his hands together in front of him. Bit of a reflex when talking to his dad.

“Ahhh good, good.” The Master’s hood nodded. It was barely visible but it was turned ever so slightly- a sign of broken eye contact; A man keeping his distance, unsure of how to approach.

Xigbar fell silent for a minute. He didn't really know what to say. It was weird, finally being around him again. It'd been so long… He was basically a completely different person now.

"... It is nice- Seeing you again, I mean," he said, finally breaking the silence.

The Master seemed to instantly perk up. “Oh?” He said, cocking his head, “well- it’s exciting to see you again too- the good kind of exciting of course!” He inched a little bit closer. “I mean, of course I knew it would be a long time but in practice it was… well…” he trailed off for a moment before finally picking up again, tone barely above a whisper, “well it felt almost infinite.”

"Yeah," He agreed quietly. "Long time to be alone."

Xigbar shook his head and looked at him. "So, were you just off doing your own thing, then? I thought I had to summon you, or something."

“Oh you know.” The master crossed his arms against his chest, leaning back on his heels before rocking forward to his toes and then back to his feet flatly on the ground, “I’ve mostly just been finishing up preparation. I was planning on contacting you very soon given the general completion of your role- butttt then all this tournament stuff happened and since my eye wasn’t out to see it, it caught me completely by surprise.”

"Caught me by surprise, too." Xigbar shrugged. "I wasn't even supposed to be here, but apparently with all that election fraud stuff, I get drawn into tournaments when it happens." He waved one hand almost dismissively. "No idea why. Maybe it's something with that crown I got from Lex."

“Could be.” The Master shrugged, almost absentmindedly. “But in the end I guess it doesn’t really matter. We both ended up in the same place.”

"Still very 'ends justify the means', huh?" Still so weird. Luxu was all but unrecognizable, yet the Master was still basically the same he'd always been. "You haven't changed at all."

“Well… you know what they say. Time changes all things… but in retrospect I guess I really haven’t much have I?” Even though the Master’s eyes weren’t visible to xigbar, it was obvious that he was staring intently into him. “But you sure have.”

"Not lately. But… Yeah. Living a million different lives does that to a guy, I guess." He shrugged, like it didn't really matter much to him. It did, of course. It was something that weighed on his mind a lot. It had ever since even before all the bodysnatching. "It was bound to happen."

“I understand. That makes sense.” The Master nodded. “Must have been tough. But hey. Looks like you got through it…” he paused almost as soon as he said that, seeming to instantly regret it. “But uh- yes is there anything specific on your mind? Anything on your chest that you need to talk about first? Anything you need to ask?”

"There was, but… I dunno now." He laughed slightly. "I guess maybe I just wanted to see you face to, uh… hood."

The Master again nodded quietly, thinking for a second. “Let’s find somewhere to sit and talk about this then. That might be better than standing around awkwardly in some path in the woods.”

"Food court, maybe?" Xigbar suggested. "No one really goes there but the Kins, and from what I can tell, they don't talk much. Not unless they're spoken to first, at least."

The Master made a face under his hood- while it wouldn’t have been obvious to most people, Xigbar knew him well enough to tell. “I would still prefer somewhere more private.”

"Well, can't go to the apartment right now. Showie's having a moment with her kid. Absolute riot, that one." He shrugged. "So… Unless you've got an idea, I got nothin'."

“Well I did mention the orchard-“ the Master leaned towards Xigbar. “you just happened to run into me before they got there- I just don’t happen to recall if there were any real places to sit. I suppose we could sit on the ground.”

"Go up on top of the stone pillar thing. Be all dramatic. You ever go on top of the ones in the Keyblade Graveyard? I know you've been there." Xigbar tossed his hair (loose) over his shoulder. "I'd say it's a nice view, but… It's actually pretty boring. Nothing going on there. Just dust."

“Well- that doesn’t really matter to me since it’s just a place to sit.” The Master cocked his head, his hood shifting. “Buttt if it really matters that much to you then we don’t have to.”

"Eh, not really." Xigbar waved a hand dismissively. "Just letting my thoughts get away from me a bit. We can go there. Don't think anyone else does, and we'd be able to hear them coming if they do."

The master clapped his hands together with a flourish. It was very. Him. “AH! Good bet. And hey! If you still want to go to the food court afterwards, we can pick something up from there.”

"Yeah, okay. That works." He nodded. "The wings are good. You tried 'em yet?"

“I tried the ribs but I never got to the wings yet-“ The Master responded as he began to walk towards the orchard, stretching a bit. “It’s a shame, I know.”

"Just stay away from the real spicy ones. Showie does not fuck around with spice." Xigbar hooked his thumbs in his pockets as he walked. "I tried one once- Didn't end well. Didn't end well at all. Don't think she'll ever let me live it down."

“So you still can’t handle spice then.” The Master giggled. “You’ve had all this time.”

"Hey!" He half snapped, with no real bite. "It's not my fault she eats ghost peppers like they're pepperoncinis. She's insane."

The Master paused for a moment, just enough to be close enough to Xigbar to give him a gentle nudge in the ribs. “Never stopped you.”

"Yeah, well. Look who I was raised by." Xigbar gave him a sideway glance and a lopsided grin. "Just feel the need to surround myself with crazies."

“Nothing wrong with that.” the Master shrugged, “it makes life more interesting. Don’tcha think?”

"Ha, I think my life is interesting enough with or without." His thoughts wandered through the past couple lives he'd lived- Namely, the whole mess with Baldr, and all the shit he'd done in the background for Xehanort so that he could finally get his hands on that damn keyblade again. It had been a lot. This was the closest he'd come to a break in a long time, and he was still exhausted. Maybe soon enough he'd get a real break. Take a vacation. Maybe get wasted on a beach somewhere, who knows.

“Eh, you say that but I feel like we both know differently.”

Stopping at the clearing, the Master turned to look at his apprentice and gestured to the space.

“Alright. We’re here. Claim your seat.”

Huh. He hadn't been here since the whole… magic hurricane incident. Now that he was actually able to see it, and not just focus on trying to calm down his girlfriend before she ended up burning up from the inside out. It was nice here. A lot more… what was the word? Fixed up, he supposed. Not quite what he was looking for, but it was close enough. The point got across.

He ended up sitting with his back against the stone tower. The ivy on it was a nice touch. And, if he looked closely, he could see all the flowers at the top, particularly the ones that reminded Showie of him.

"So… Weird question. One I never asked when you gave me the role."

“Oh??” The Master tilted his head in curiosity as he took a seat across from him, “Go ahead. shoot.”

"It's about the whole eye thing. So do you see it all in real time, or is it just, like, visions? Like… in a pinch, could you use the keyblade as a gross mirror?" Xigbar summoned the keyblade and turned it towards The Master. "Like, do you see yourself now?"

The Master let out a laugh and reached out his hand, patting the weapon. “Boy . Sure been a while since I’ve seen this bad boy in person. Not as dinged up as I was expecting.” he tilted his head up, making what Xigbar was sure was eye contact. “It’s kinda like a looking glass into time. If I decide to use my ability with it right now I could theoretically use it at any given moment in which it’s in use. So yes, I would be able to see me right now. Not a half bad view if I do say so myself.”

"Yeah, a faceless hood. Sure that's gorgeous," Xigbar replied dryly. He was still a little miffed everyone was getting to see his dad's face except him. But… It was nice getting a real answer about something out of him. And even more, actually being able to understand what the hell The Master was saying for once. "Don't know why you were expecting it to be dinged up, though. I made sure it got taken care of."

“You made sure it was taken care of. But you can’t always be sure about the others, I'm afraid. Though, I do deeply appreciate the care.”

"You really think I would've let someone mistreat it? I ain't exactly opposed to murder. Haven't been for a long time." Dismissing the keyblade, he put his arms behind his head and got more comfortable. "Wouldn't have been too hard to take back, 'specially since it already knows me."

“Mmmm I suppose that's true.” The Master said, leaning back. “But that’s enough of that. We both know why we came out here. Lets chat. Actually chat.” He motioned his hand towards Xigbar. “Go on. Let out those thoughts of yours. I want you to be able to go first.”

"Well…" He paused. "It's a lot easier to bitch at you over the internet, for one." Open with a joke. Keep things light. Who needs emotional vulnerability, especially in front of the father you haven't seen in literal millennia?

The Master didn’t seem to find that as funny. Rather his voice took on a rather flat tone. “I’ve noticed.”

Damn it.

"Honestly… A lot of things I said I didn't actually mean. Think I was just angry." He was, admittedly, still a little angry about it all. But at the same time… It wasn't as prevalent. Not even remotely. It had just sort of deflated. Like a balloon. "Not really anymore, though."

“Well you could be a little less mean about it.” The Master huffed under his hood. Obviously, it was still a sore subject.

"Right. Sorry. I'm not doing it anymore, that's over now. Not seriously, at least." He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Promise any kind of cyberbullying I do here on out is at least half joking."

The Master let out a little grumble and waved his hand. “Fine. But if I get upset then you gotta lay off. Believe it or not, I have feelings too.”

"Alright, alright. I don't wanna get blocked again. I do actually like having you around. Shocking, I know." He looked up at the forcefield, not wanting to make eye contact. "... I do mean that, by the way. I, uh. I missed you." His voice dropped to a mumble.

It was quiet for a few moments before the Master spoke, his voice gentle. “I missed you too. I’m sorry it had to be so long.”

"You did warn me." Xigbar shrugged, like it was no big deal. Like it hadn't been on his mind constantly since the day he turned 19. "Could've done with a couple warnings here and there, but no real harm done, I guess. Not like you're still gone."

“Right…” the Master murmured before clearing his throat, “and it’s not like I’ll be heading out again either. I’ll be staying here for good this time. Like it or not.”

"Really?" Oh. No. Too much emotion there. Tone it down. Can't let him know you're excited to have him back in your life, Xigbar. God forbid you be vulnerable even a little bit.

Xigbar coughed, trying to recover from that. "I-I mean. You, uh. You caught me by surprise. That's what that was." Not the most subtle lie, but it worked. Better than just flat out saying it.

“Pretty much yeah. At most it will be a few errands here and there but they should only take a few days tops. Not gonna be a double millennia long wait like before. I’m not about to put you through that.”

"Oh." Something in him twisted. He wouldn't be alone again. Of course, there was Showie, but he knew she could do better than him. Way better. There was no guarantee she'd be with him forever.

This was different. This was guaranteed.

Yet again there was silence. The Master shifted silently, resting his hood against his hand as if deep in thought. Finally he broke the silence. “Before we started walking, you mentioned me showing you my face.”

"Are you surprised?" He looked back to the Master, only to realize how blurry his vision had gotten. He ground the heel of his hand into his eye for a second as he continued. "I've been trying to catch a peek since I was a kid. This isn't exactly a new curiosity."

“I know. It must not be easy to go your entire life without actually really seeing me.” the Master sighed. “But it is for your own good, believe it or not. No one just walks around with their hood obscuring their face twenty four seven for no good reason. And I do have my reasons. Which… I’m sure you’re also curious about, right?”

"You know I am." He stared blankly for a second. "Y'know, for a good few years back there I was convinced the hood was your face. At least until I saw myself in the mirror with mine up."

“I’m sure that would have made things easier for you if that were the case.” The Master replied. “But as I said there are complications. Ones that need to be gone about carefully. One wrong assumption and it could end up bad for you. It’s. Complicated.” The master shook his head. “Jeez. I guess there’s no real easy way to explain it. But it can cause you harm if I’m careless.”

"And that means?" Xigbar raised an eyebrow. Right back to the answers that don't make any sense. Ah, well. It isn't like The Master could just run off without giving him an answer. Showie was fine seeing him. He can't be that different.

“Well… I know that you’ve pieced together that I’m not human. But there are beings out there that aren’t meant for humans to look at for any length of time.” The Master stretched a bit, repositioning himself. The gaze from his hood was elsewhere- somewhere past Xigbar. “You still a horror fan? You know those tales about eldritch unknowable entities? Ones that humans can and will go mad from seeing unless they’re equipped to? It’s something like that.”

"Are you Cthulhu. You have to tell me if you're Cthulhu."

The Master gasped in mock offense, “Heavens no- I’m so much prettier than that guy. And he reeks of fish guts. Ew.”

"Sounds like you know 'im," Xigbar commented, a crooked smile starting to cross his face.

“Acquaintance. But you get the picture.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Anyhow, I just don’t want to risk you falling into madness. Can you blame a dad?”

"So, if you're an eldritch horror," Xigbar said slowly, like he was processing it, "then why are you shaped like a person? I mean you're tall, but you're not that tall. I've met taller."

“Okay, ow. There are plenty out there that are human sized, you know.” The Master crossed his arms, seemingly pouting. “But I’m not exactly an eldritch horror. Just something similar. More like- let’s say eldritch divine. Humans have grown keen on calling us angels.”

"You're… an angel." He blinked, skeptical. "What."

“What do you mean ‘what!?’” The Master exclaimed, “I feel like that’s pretty cut and dry! What more needs more of an explanation?!”

"I mean… I've caught glimpses of your silhouette under your hood before. You looked like a normal guy. Sorry if I find it hard to believe the whole 'angel' thing." He raised an eyebrow.

“Wow, okay, way to put us in a box.” The Master raised his hands in exasperation. “You think we all look like flaming eye wheels don’t you? The nerve.”

"Hey, I'm just sayi-"

“And even if I was an ophanim, they can still choose a human form, you know!”

"Okay! Okay! I get the picture!" He put his hands up in surrender. "Really touched a nerve there, huh?"

“A nerve? No, no. You touched several. But I’m willing to let it slide due to unknowing ignorance.” The supposed angel sighed. “Yes, I’m a different type. A more humanoid type, which is why I can pass as a human in this coat. As I mentioned before, angels can take on a human form… usually. I well…” he leaned back with a sigh. “I can’t do that anymore. Which is one of the few reasons why I wear this. That, and the darkness of course. Keeping up?”

"Yeah, I'm keeping up." He got a very strong flashback to every time Showie went on some kind of tangent. The two were more similar than either would admit. "So even angels aren't above darkness, huh?"

The Master seemed to tense under the hood before nodding. “Yeah. It sucks. Big time. Can cause a lot of issues if we’re not careful. Seeing as we’re light based entities.”

He was starting to actually get the picture now. The explanation, as skeptical as he was about it, did actually explain a lot.

"So, then… That explains all the eyes, I guess." After all, all the depictions he'd seen of angels had a shitload of eyes.

“Believe me I have more than I know what to do with.” The being mumbled half to himself. “But yeah. Glad it’s making sense to you.”

"'S that why you keep slappin' 'em on every keyblade you see? … Can I have one? Replace this ol' thing?" He joked, pointing a thumb at this eyepatch.

“Pfftttt I doubt that would help much.” The Master chuckled. “I’d still be able to see through it and I can’t see you wanting that.”

"Ugh, yeah, nah. Hard pass. … No offense, I just don't think you need to see any of the shit I get into." He chuckled. "Don't need you that disappointed in me."

“Believe me the feeling is mutual.” The master reached out to pat his shoulder a few times. He let it rest there for a few seconds awkwardly and then leaned back again into his previous position, clearing his throat. “Soooo- you got any more questions? Explanations? Within reason, of course.”

"Can… Can I see your face? Just for a minute. I'll leave you alone after that." He meant it, too. Curiosity could be sated. Finally get this… However old he was now itch out of his brain.

The Master stared at him in disbelief. “What? The insanity risk is a real one. I don’t…” he sighed and reached into his hood, assumingly pinching the bridge of his nose. “Listen- Xigbar. I really don’t like the thought of that.”

"You yourself said I'm not human, right? Just 'human enough'? I'll be fine- Showie saw, and she's fine, right?" Hopefully he had a point.

The Master shook his head, removing his hand and tapping his fingers against his knee. “The thing is- is that I don’t know if that’s enough to prevent that mind of yours from breaking. The Showrunner was okay because of what I assume is her entire background.”

"Heart and mind are, in the grand scheme of things, especially in the case of all the bodysnatching, essentially the same thing, right? So this vessel being human shouldn't be an issue. We don't know what I really am, right? So… Who's to say I can't handle it? Especially prepared?"

“You really want to see my face that badly, huh?” The Master asked quietly.

"... It would be nice to be able to put a face to that voice after all this time," he replied.

The Master contemplated this for a while and sighed, lowering his head in defeat. “Alright. Alright. I’ll let you see my face for a few moments. BUT-“ he straightened up, pointing a finger into Xigbar’s chest, “at the first ittyist bittiest sign of your brain turning into goo, the hoods going back on. Capiche?”

"Understood." Xigbar grinned. He couldn't help it. It had taken his entire, very long life to get to this point. "If I feel any kind of Swiss cheese brain, I'm closing my eye."

“Good deal. If you can manage.”

The Master brought his hand back to his lap and took a deep breath. And then, with great hesitation, he reached up and removed his hood. The face and hair underneath were of a matching pearlescent color. Long locks hung down and framed his face, covering the area of his left eye- which seemed to have some sort of inky dark coloration underneath. The coloration stretched down past the left side of his neck, and it seemed to all be covered in eyes similar to the one on the keyblade he had passed down to xigbar. The face itself was human-like but was very obviously not. The mouth stretched wider than a human’s just enough for it to be slightly uncanny. The main eye that was visible was also similar to the others- blue and catlike in nature but also somehow more defined. On his head were perched two wing-like things-presumably ears along with multiple feathers in his hair adorned with the same eye.

"... Huh. No wonder the forcefield let you in." He cracked a small grin. "Puttin' new meaning to the phrase white boy."

“HEY!” The angel snapped, revealing a mouth of… insanely sharp teeth. “All this time and that’s the only thing you have to say? Are you kidding me?!”

He burst out laughing. "What, would you rather I go all 'BLARGH, NO, MY EYE…'" He dramatically flopped on the ground, covering his eye with one hand and reaching towards the sky with the other. He peeked through his fingers back up at the Master. "At least now you know I'm normal, right?"

Without warning, the Master lunged forward and was able to put him into a headlock. Grinding his knuckles into his head he couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “At least I know you’re still full of sass.”

"Alright, alright, leggo-" He (pretty much) helplessly swatted at the Master's hand. He was still laughing.

This felt good. A lot better than he'd felt in a long time.

“What’s that little phrase you’ve grown so fond of? Oh yeah!” The Master snapped his fingers, “As If.”

"Mean to me!" Showie was rubbing off on him, it seemed. "And here I thought I was your little sunny boy. I'm hurt, dad. Wounded, even."

“My little sunny boy is going to have to pay the price in jail for one thousand years!” The master grinned- just as wide and shiteating that Xigbar had suspected- as he gave his forehead a light flick before letting go. “Butttt, I suppose I could pardon it. Just this once.”

"Ha." He got back to where he'd been sitting before, only this time now leaning against the pillar, rather than sitting flat against it. "Y'know, I never would've guessed that that's how you look. I was way off in my notes. … Eh, except for the expressions. Had those figured out no problem. Especially that grin of yours."

“Well I gotta wear my expressions on my sleeve- people need to understand my emotions somehow. Although-“ he hummed, getting back into a more comfortable position, “I am curious about your little theories. What did you think I looked like?”

"Y'know? I don't actually know." He produced a small, leatherbound notebook from his pocket and tossed it to him. It was old. Very old. "Take a look for yourself, if you want. See all my little notes."

The Master took the journal and gently opened the pages with a creek of its spine. “Ohhh, you weren’t kidding. You have a lot down here.” He made a low whistle as he turned the pages. “I can’t believe you had a period where you thought I looked like an average joe. Do I seem like a Stanley to you?” He teased.

"I dunno, figured you were going for a long con, or somethin'. It's something you'd do. You know it." He grinned and crossed his arms. "Gotta wear this crazy ass coat because otherwise you'd be the most unassuming guy ever. Something like that."

“Well if it were as simple as that I would have shown you my face a long time ago, believe me.” The Master sighed, handing him back the journal.

"I'unno, depending on how committed to the bit you were… Could still have taken this long." The grin on his face mirrored the shit eating cat grin the Master had worn moments earlier.

“Nah- I knew you were desperate to see me. That would have just been excessive cruelty with no purpose.” The Master gestured vaguely. “Wouldn’t do that to my little sunny boy.”

"Alright, alright. I believe you." He looked away for a second. "All that desperation aside… You should probably put the hood back on. Starting to get all lightheaded."

The Master’s smile faltered slightly. “Ah. Gotcha.” His voice was soft. Back on the hood went. Once again, he was a faceless form. “Thanks for letting me know.”

"Told ya I would." He shrugged. "Eh, who knows. Might go and build up a tolerance. Maybe end up getting a vessel that isn't human at some point." He shrugged again. "Not like I know." The idea of a nonhuman vessel did make him wonder, though. If he ended up using one of the artificial ones Vexen made, what would he end up looking like? He didn't really know what his true appearance was anymore.

The Master paused for a moment before leaning back and rubbing his chin. “Ooooooh. that’s actually a thought there- perhaps that’s something we could figure out then.”

"Yeah, I mean… Not like I gotta appear any kind of way anymore. The hard part's over." He'd phrased it like that when he'd told Showie about his role. The hard part's over. It was just something he'd been telling himself over and over from the second he'd warped up to the top of that cliff. "Would hate to lose this one now, though. 'S my favorite. Showie likes it, too."

The Master nodded. “Noted. We can probably do something with that as well.” He waved his hand. “But I’m getting way ahead of myself. We can talk about this later.”

"No, wait, I actually wanna know what you mean by that." He held up a hand. "Not being accusatory, or anything. Just sounds interesting."

“Well- if we go about it the right way- we could possibly make a replica/clone hybrid using multiple samples.” The Master leaned forward. “Meaning well…” he looked away, seeming a bit embarrassed for once. “Theoretically you could make one of a nonhuman creature that can withstand looking at me and also be able to take on a human form. Like. I don’t know. A fae. Or an angel. Or demon. Or god.”

"Ha! Imagine if I could be a god. You have any idea the kind of shit I'd get up to?" He flashed a crooked grin. "Be able to crank up my normal shenanigans to a 50."

“Really, you’d be able to do that with, well… pretty much anything I’ve mentioned. They’re called Gods because they’re powerful entities that people worship. There are plenty of entities out there that are just as powerful and aren’t gods.”

"Eh, fair enough. Lex has his whole pocket dimension thing going on, and whatever else is going on with that guy. I dunno. He weirds me out." He went silent for a moment. "So, hypothetically. If I ended up going with angel. Would I look like you?"

“You’d look a bit like me- I’d make sure that it’s not exact.” The Master said fondly. “Also you wouldn’t have that dark mass of eyes. That’s uh. A different thing.” He waved his hand, expressing his lack of interest to elaborate. “Plus if it’s also a replica it would take on some traits from your current body if I have the science correct.”

"Well, that answers my other question, then. Didn't know if it was gonna use this one, or my original body, or what. Can't say I'd complain about this one, though."

“I mean if you wanted your original, we could arrange that. But you seem so fond of this one here.” His dad motioned to him.

"Eh, I'm good." He waved a hand dismissively. "Rather not un trans my gender. Think I'd rather take a dive out a window than put another binder on."

“Oh that reminds me.” The Master hummed fondly, “that shouldn’t be an issue either way. At least with the angel route well. The sex thing is different. When you get your human form you’ll be able to determine what’s most comfortable for you. Certainly makes things less complicated for us.”

"Huh. That why you weren't surprised when I came out?" He raised an eyebrow. "Or was that just some weird dad sixth sense?"

His dad shrugged. “Dunno. Coulda been. Human gender has always been a weird thing for me anyway. For instance, people sure are keen on calling me a man but I don’t really know what exactly that means. It’s always been something I’ve just rolled with.”

"Eh. Doesn't really matter in the long run. Gender is a game and we've got cheat codes. Guess that's why you have the whole 'momdad' thing sometimes, right? I always figured it was just a joke about your title."

His MoMdad laughed. “It totally is a joke- but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t have a little truth to it.” He moved over beside him to nudge his ribs. “Either way, being a MoMdad was a pretty rewarding job, I’d say.”

"What? You tryna tell me to go and have kids? 'M fine with just the one stepkid, thanks. Don't need another teenager looking for a reason to deck me."

“Hey, your words, not mine.” The Master raised his hands in defense. “I was just saying you were a joy to raise.”

"Really?" He grinned. "Thought I was… What did Aced call me- Oh, yeah. A 'bitey little violence monster'."

His dad nodded, rubbing his chin fondly. “You also really liked headbutting people. And you were still a delight.”

"I still will headbutt people," He laughed. "You better watch out, old man. Goin' around telling everyone how good I was- I have a reputation." He fake scoffed. If he could've, Xigbar would've winked.

“See that’s why I wanted to make you the goat.” The master poked Xigbar’s forehead. “You would have been perfect.”

"Yeah, well. I'm too pretty to be stuck in a mask. Regardless of what body I've got." He put a hand under his chin. "It's my glowing energy. Just can't be contained."

“Just imagine how I feel.” The master pouted, motioning to his hood. “Hey- at least whatever body option you go with, you’ll be able to show off your face. Showoff.”

"Simply start body hopping. Skill issue, dad. Skill. Issue." He stuck out his tongue with a small, mischievous grin.

His dad didn’t seem to find this as funny. “It’s a bit more… more complicated than that.”

"Figured as much. Something about the whole. 'Not being remotely human' thing, right? Some of the eldritch-ness would spill out, I'm guessing?"

“Well. Yes, among other things.” The Master mumbled with hesitance. “I have a… well. I'm sick. Makes a lot of things trickier.”

"... Shit. My bad." He took on a much less jokey expression. "Didn't realize." He paused for a second. Didn't know if it'd be appropriate to ask the question that had popped into his mind.

“No sweat.” His Dad rested against the pillar. “It’s not like you knew. I made a point to not make mention of it to all of you. But seeing as I’m coming clean. Well. Might as well.”

"Is… Is it the black parts?" He asked quietly. "Some kind of darkness thing?"

The Master nodded. “Pretty much.” He sighed. “It’s been with me for as long as I had first come to that world. Lost a lot of friends to something similar. The coat’s second purpose is to help keep it from spreading and ending up like them.” Another sigh. “Lost a lot of abilities from that too.”

"No wonder you hate darkness so much. Shit, I would too. So that's why you're always wearing that old thing? You're stronger than me, that's for fuckin' sure." He'd probably die of overheating if he had to wear the coat 24/7 again.

“Bingo.” The Master gave him a half hearted snap. “It’s uncomfortable but… eh. I got used to it over time. Though it would be nice to stretch out more. My wings. My form. It’s a pain being so contained. But I stay silly.”

"Ugh. Yeah, I can imagine how that'd suck." Subconsciously, he rubbed one arm. "Those are whole other limbs, huh. Wait- How many do you have. If it's just two, are you legally an insect."

“That’s not how it works. I don’t have an exoskeleton, ” the Master chuckled. “But, to humor you, I have ten total. It’s a good number, I think.”

"I dunno, figured the coat counted as an exoskeleton." He grinned. "Fourteen limbs, so… isopod?"

“ISOPODS ARE CRUSTACEANS AND THEY DON'T HAVE WINGS, EITHER!” the Master gave Xigbar’s head a gentle bap. “RUDE AND INACCURATE!”

"Hey, isopods are cool!" He protested. "I could've said like… centipede, or some shit!"

“Still would have been inaccurate! There’s no wings!” His dad pouted.

"Okay. Okay. You know what? Give me a second." Xigbar pulled out his phone and started looking something up. After a few moments, he put his hands up in defeat. "Alright, fine. There aren't any centipedes with wings. You win this round."

The Master stared at him blankly. “Coulda told you that.”

"Hey, had to make sure. Aren't you the one that taught me 100% commitment to the bit?"

“Well yeah, but you also need to figure out when the bit is worth the time.” The Master sighed. “But yeah, it’s cramped.”

"You make it too easy to mess with you. Y'know, I would've thought someone who's seen everything you have wouldn't take stuff at face value so much." He gave his dad a once over. "So… How do you not constantly overheat in that thing?"

“I’ve just been a bit. Short tempered and sore lately. Can you blame me with this past week?” The Master shook his head. “Guess I’m just used to it. Plus it’s probably not as bad, seeing as I have a higher tolerance to… well. Everything.”

"Bet you can't handle swamp sauce. Shit's insane. I don't even know what I put in it half the time. Also it glows. And bubbles. Might be radioactive, I dunno."

“How about you make some sometime and we can find out.” The Master nudged him. “I do think you outdrinking me is unlikely.”

"Ha. I don't know if we're there just yet. Not sure if I want you to see what I'm like wasted." He had pointedly been avoiding summoning No Name whenever he drank for the past 2000 years. Don't need to open that can of worms yet.

“No?” The Master’s hood tilted. “Maybe not. But I have seen you drunk post, so that has to count as some sort of preparation.”

"Eh, it's a lot different in person. Just watching the posts make you miss a lot of dumb shit." Xigbar pulled the collar of his shirt down to show a decently sized puncture scar a bit from his shoulder. It glowed a faint lavender. "This one goes straight through to the other side." He chuckled at the memory. "That was a fun night."

The master didn’t seem to quite know what to make of it. “Well- I suppose if you say so.” He shrugged, messing with a blade of grass on the ground. “Who am I to deny you a good time?”

"Vexen nearly took my head off," he snickered. "When I went into his lab with a bolt in my shoulder, bleedin' all over the place, he looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. Especially when he saw Luxord behind me! Sucked at the time, but it's hilarious now."

“Can’t say I blame him! If you showed up like that, I would have a heart attack- if that was possible for me.”

"He was more pissed off I was bothering him. But, y'know, he was the closest we had to a doctor, so… Didn't really have a choice there. Gotta say though, it healed up pretty damn well. The actual injury was three times the size of the scar- bolt went straight through." Xigbar laughed. "It builds character. That's the excuse I'm goin' with here."

“If you say so. But let’s move onto a nicer topic.” His dad said, “Please.”

"Alright, alright. But for the record, I think it's hysterical." Xigbar grinned.

“It isn’t.”

"That's only because you're my dad. You get all janked up and weird whenever I get hurt." Xigbar shrugged. "Figured you'd be used to it by now, though. I could be an 'it's a hard knock life' edit."

“It’s a wound that would usually be fatal.” The Master sighed.

"It's my shoulder, but okay, sure." Xigbar went quiet again for a moment. "There's one more thing I wanted to bring up- the whole… name sitch for me."

“What about it?” The Master asked, relief in his voice from the subject change. “Thought you wanted to go by Xigbar now, and I said okay.”

"Eh, mostly. Mostly because no one except Showie knows about Luxu. But… If you wanted to call me that when it's just you and me or all three of us, that would be okay. I do kinda miss it. But if anyone else is around, even your boyfriend, I'm still Xigbar."

The Master’s hood shifted a bit. Slowly, he lifted his hand before pausing and putting it back down. “Are you sure..? I mean- you certainly don’t have to for my sake.”

"Yeah, I'm sure. Like I said, I kinda miss it. I never stopped thinking of it as my name, it just wasn't quite applicable anymore after the first few vessels, y'know? But with everything going on, especially with you here, I kinda… I don't know, I don't have to put on a face anymore? I don't know. Hard to explain."

“I see.” There was warmth in the Master’s voice. “Well, whatever you feel, I’d be glad to call you, Luxu.” He put a hand on his shoulder, Squeezing gently. “Just- let me know. 'Kay?”

"... Yeah." After a moment spent debating, Luxu turned and yanked The Master into a tight hug. Just for a second. Just for a second.

At least, it was supposed to just be for a second. But… he found that he couldn't make himself let go. Felt the Master tense for a second before he relaxed, melting into the hug and wrapping his own arms around his son. Xigbar could feel his dad’s hand cradle the back of his head. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought his dad was shaking.

He definitely could not feel any tears pricking at his eye or anything. Definitely not.

He needed that. He'd needed that for so, so many years. Something about the hug made this real. The Master was really here. His dad was really here. He wasn't alone anymore.

They stayed like that for- who the hell knows how long. Xigbar felt his dad take a deep breath. His voice was… shaking? That couldn’t be right. “I missed you, Luxu.” The Master said, hugging him closer.

"... I missed you, too." The words were barely above a murmur. It was all he could get out without his voice shaking. "So fucking much."

If he wasn't so focused on Not Crying, Luxu would be thinking about how weird it was to drop an f-bomb in front of his father.

His dad’s grip became tighter- if that was even possible. “I know…” his dad’s voice was shaking. “It’s… I missed you too, kiddo.”

After what felt like an eternity, Luxu finally let go. He sighed and wiped at his eye- only because he felt like it. Not because he was crying just a tiny bit, or anything. Nah. That doesn't happen. Something felt… changed. He felt lighter. Chest didn't feel as tight as it had been since the night his dad had shown up on Tumblr.

"Sorry- Your, uh- Your shoulder. Is wet. For no reason." Okay, he's had better recoveries than that, but it wasn't his fault that one sucked. The daddy issues were giving him brain fog.

“Ah.” He heard his dad sniffle. “Don’t look now, but I think yours is too… a bit.”

"Also for no reason?" Luxu let out a shaky laugh. "Fuck, look at us. 10 minutes and we're wrecks. Aren't we supposed to be the cool ones?"

The Master let out a soft laugh and nudged him. “Hey-“ his voice cracked a bit, “Even cool guys can be wrecks, you know. What a relief for me- oh, and for you too, I guess,” he teased.

Luxu laughed again and leaned back against the pillar. This was… He felt better than he had in a hell of a long time. This whole thing had gone so much better than he'd expected.

[cowritten with @nyxfaei ]

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