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zirobitches · 5 months

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One Piece Domestic Fluff

I'll crawl home to her - Sir Crocodile x GN!Reader

Note: Not related to soulmate AU i just love croc

Summary: Devil fruit users are weakened by seawater, and I'm convinced some of them really hate all water as a result. Anyways reader comes back from a trip to find their partner Croc greasy af.

Tags: domestic fluff, takes place during cross guild era, slight angst? just taking care of ur mans, just domestic things. also implied/mentioned nudity bc yall take a bath together, also Buggy mention (i kind of insult him but i swear i love him i just dont find clowns hot)

Words: 3100+

AN: I'm usually an angst/slow-burn writer but I needed some fluff. this has not been beta-ed and i'm posting as soon as i get done writing. it is currently 2am. lmk if there's big errors. thanks ily bye

There was a knock at your cabin door.

“Come in,” you call across the room. The door swings open and one of the crew of your ship peeks his head in.

“The island is finally in sight, we should be arriving by 5.” He reports.

“Thank you, go ahead and make sure the rest of the crew makes preparations.” He nods in reply and the door shuts behind him. You sigh, and lean back in your chair, staring at the ceiling.

It had been almost three months since you had last seen Crocodile. You two have had longer separations, courtesy of Strawhat and the Marines, but that did not make it easier. You weren’t supposed to go this long originally, but certain encounters with some old Whitebeard crew on your end had incurred some delays. That was then followed by the official disbandment of the Seven Warlords, and Crocodile had to extend your reunion date to take advantage of the situation.

Now that the Cross Guild has been established, and no one was chasing you or Crocodile, you could finally find each other again.

Stepping onto land had never felt so good. Everyone that you passed or tried to speak to you was blurred due to your tunnel vision. You scanned the small crowd that had come to the dock to greet you, looking for the familiar tall figure.

Instead, you are stopped by a clown.

“Y/N, right?” You froze at the brightly colored monstrosity in front of you. He seemed familiar for some reason.

“Sir Croc sent me to get you, he and Mihawk had some business to wrap up before you arrived.” The clown continued to talk to you, but you were distracted by his large red nose. You recognized him from the posters - he was Buggy the Clown, the pirate who originally began Buggy’s Delivery Service, now known as Cross Guild. But you were just wondering why the red nose looked so realistic. Surely it’s not real?

“Y/N? I’ll show you to his room, it’s where he told me to bring you.” The nose was real, but you now had more important things to think about.

“His room should be fine, thank you.” You finally replied, making eye contact. Just to be met with freaky pale blue eyes. This man did not win the genetics lottery.

Buggy continued to ramble as he showed you around. Your mind however was not retaining any of it. After three months of not seeing Crocodile, the person you held most dear in the world, you were itching to see him again, and being closer to your goal did not put you at ease. Instead, you were even more anxious. Even this slight delay due to Mihawk had you peeved.

Finally, you arrived at a large gilded door. It was very Crocodile - a golden gilded frame for a large black door, granted all doors had to be large to allow someone like Croc through. You reached for the matching golden handle on the door and walked into his - no, your room.

Buggy wished you well and ran off before you could say goodbye. You didn’t listen to him much, but it was easy to tell that he was terrified of Crocodile.

You chuckled and closed the door behind you. A quick sweep of the room told you you had beaten Crocodile to the room. You sighed and tossed a backpack you had brought on a nearby couch.

The room was massive - it was easily the size of a small apartment. The first half of the room was a lounge; a large fireplace to your right with the couch and coffee table in front of it, and a Crocodile-sized armchair in the corner. To your left was a desk, already drowned in papers - why being a pirate created so much paperwork, you would never know. The second half was the bedroom. At the center of the back wall was a massive 4 post-bed - absurdly large, even for Crocodile. Both of you could lay in bed at the same time and never accidentally touch. But the fancy, if not gaudy decor that covered the entire room was not surprising to you.

Sir Crocodile had always been partial to the baroque style.

You made your way to the bed and climbed onto it. You may have to ask for some steps to be installed if you are supposed to sleep here every night. You sunk into the bed and let out a long sigh. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be much longer till he arrived.

Then, as if summoned by your thoughts, the door opened again and Crocodile stepped in. You immediately sat up on the bed and looked at him.

The purple vest wasn’t your favorite look on Crocodile, but right now just having him in sight brought a grin to your face.

As soon as he saw you he vanished into sand and then reappeared on the bed in front of you. You inadvertently sucked in a breath - you were used to seeing him use his devil fruit powers, but having him so near - his face now less than a foot away from yours - well, you weren’t prepared for it.

“Hello my love,” Croc’s voice swept over you, the deep rasp of it driving straight into your chest.

Before you could get a reply out he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You melted into him, all the tension of your separation vanishing with his presence. He was kneeling in front of you on the bed, and his hand came up to the back of your head to gently press you against his lips, his weight now resting on his hook to your right.

You pressed forward, your hands finding support on his chest - warm and solid, he was finally there with you - and hand one traveled up to cup his face. He hummed against you, then finally pulled back. The kiss could not have been that long but you were still at a loss for breath, but smiled at him.

A soft smile appeared across his face as well, his massive hands still cupping your face.

“Gods I missed you,” You finally responded and he chuckled. As you two just looked at each other you noticed a strand of hair fall in front of his face, his normally slicked-back style beginning to fall apart.

You moved your hand from his jaw and began to sweep the hair back into place, but then paused your hand atop his head. Your fingers briefly carded through his hair, and then you grabbed a portion between your fingers.

“Croc, darling, when was the last time you washed your hair?” Now that you looked at him, Crocodile did not look. Well. His deep-set eyes now seemed darker due to the bags underneath, his face paler than you were familiar with, and his hair….

At first glance, you thought it was a healthy shine that covered it, but now realize it was oil. His hair had clearly not been washed in days, maybe even weeks from the look of it, and stayed slicked back on his head from the build-up. The last time you had seen him in a similar state was shortly after he escaped from Impel Down.

Crocodile heaved a sigh, his eyes closing and shoulders slumped. He mumbled something towards the bed, but with his deep voice and his face not facing yours, you didn’t quite catch it.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?” You tried to use a gentle tone with him - you were now concerned for him, confused as to how he got in this state.

“I haven’t been comfortable enough to bathe, not since the Warlords were dissolved,” Crocodile spoke up, but still not making eye contact.

You felt yourself slightly lean back in surprise. It made sense you suppose - not only were devil fruit users slightly weakened by any body of water, sea water or not, but Crocodile’s powers were rendered completely useless when he got wet. If he had been chased by Marines for the past few weeks and then untrusting of his new business partners, he was going to avoid putting himself at risk of being vulnerable.

You briefly considered having Daz acting as guard at the door when Croc was bathing, but not only would that indicate he was at his weakest, but it was sure to somehow make him embarrassed. For a man with such a large ego, he really could not handle any bruises to his pride.

Instead of prying into his discomfort, you brought your hand under his chin and lifted his face to look at him.

“I need to bathe as well after all the bullshit that’s happened. Would you care to accompany me?” Your offer of an act of intimacy like this was sure to distract from whatever negative feelings he may have.

Sure enough, a smirk spread across his face, his eyes already seeming to undress you before you two had even made a move towards the bathroom.

You move your hand from his chin to his face, covering his eyes. “Cut that out, I’m too tired for anything like that.” It was true; whatever adrenaline had kept you going during your time apart was now gone, swept away and replaced by exhaustion. You wanted nothing more than to get clean and crawl into bed with this man and sleep for the next 16 hours.

Crocodile merely laughed at your indignation and brought his arms underneath your hips. He easily lifted you into his grasp and carried you off the bed and into the bathroom.

You had noticed the door to the left when you walked in but hadn’t made it that far. While it may have been fair to assume it was large, you were still taken aback by the size.

It was practically a small spa. The shower could easily have both of you in there and even more, people if the occasion required it. But what stole the show was the bath.

It was less like a bath and more like a large hot tub. Or a private hot spring. It was already filled with water and steam rolled off the top.

“I had someone prepare the bath for us.” You looked up at Crocodile, finally dragging your eyes away from the bathroom. “I figured you wouldn’t be pleased by the state I was in and I thought you would enjoy relaxing in a bath.” He was looking down at you, his signature shit-eating smirk sitting on his face.

You just sighed in response and leaned into his embrace, resting your head below his chin.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” You closed your eyes as you felt him press a soft kiss on your head.

He eventually let you go and you both undressed, piling all your clothes together. You stepped into the water first, standing on a wide step as you looked at Croc. Several steps went down into the bath, which was really just a small hot pool you decided. It allowed you and Crocodile to be submerged at your preferred depth in the water, a convenience you were grateful for.

Crocodile was a vision. Still as well built as the first time you meant, now slightly softened by age and covered with more scars. You tried your best to keep your eyesight above the waist but couldn’t help some appreciative glances at what was below.

Crocodile also stared back at you, his eyes devouring the sight of you naked in the bath before him. Any apprehension he may have had vanished when you reached out to him, beckoning him to the water. He walked down the steps and went past you, deeper into the water, till he was only a foot taller than you rather than his usual height difference.

You now felt too drained for words, the warm water relaxing you into a state of drowsiness. You gestured towards Crocodile to sit down on one of the higher steps. He gave you a questioning look but listened to your commands. He was used to the occasions you decided to go nonverbal.

After he sat down in the water you noticed it - there was a detachable shower head that was attached to the edge so you could wash your hair in the pool. That would make this process much easier.

Grabbing the shower head you found the knob at the base and turned on the water. The sound of running water made Crocodile turn his head and look at what you were up to. You just smiled back at him and gestured for him to lean his head back so you could rinse. He dutifully closed his eyes and leaned back as you rinsed the water through his hair.

After you had prepared his head you then went back to the edge of the pool and looked at some soaps that had been provided. They were thankfully labeled in little dishes - a bar of shampoo, a bar of conditioner, and body wash. You grabbed the bar of shampoo and thoroughly lathered it in your hands.

You then walked back to the large man who sat there and began to work the shampoo into his hair. As your nails gently dragged against his scalp, Crocodile leaned back towards your touch, a deep sigh escaping him as he fully relaxed into you.

Your heart ached at his softness. When was the last time he let himself relax? The last time you were together? If so, you couldn’t imagine how amazing it may feel for him to finally be at ease after months of staying on guard.

Before you let yourself get emotional by this, you focus back on the task at hand. You were now determined to get this man as relaxed as possible. You had loved Crocodile for a long time and took pleasure in doing mundane daily things such as this with him. The fact that he seemed to not only enjoy it but often only did these mundane tasks with you, made them into something special.

Lather, rinse. Lather, rinse. Condition and while you let it sit in his hair you began to wash your own.

Eventually, you both emerged from the now almost cool pool, completely clean and perfectly exhausted.

Robes had been prepared along with everything else, and after you dried off you slipped yours on. It was normal person-sized, definitely not something you could mistake for Croc’s robe that was so long it would have engulfed you.

Before you could begin to walk, Crocodile leaned down and picked you up again in a bridal carry.

You made a small noise in surprise but then leaned into his chest, the robe soft and warm against your cheek.

Crocodile carried you back into the bedroom and carefully placed you into the bed. You pulled back the blankets and arranged the pillows as your partner went around and sat on the edge of the bed and lit his final cigar of the day. As he puffed the cigar he went about dismantling his hook.

Crocodile was quite adept with his chosen prosthetic, you never feared he would accidentally hurt you with it, but at night was a different story. It had taken a while to convince him you would both be better off if he didn’t wear it at night and he had relented. Now it was a nightly ritual for him to take it off before going to sleep.

You leaned back into the bed and turned to face Crocodile. Your partner was occupied reading some documents he must have grabbed from his desk at some point - being able to turn into sand had its perks - but turned to meet your gaze.

The cigar was quickly put out and discarded to the nightstand on his side of the bed. He then leaned and turned off the last lamp and the entire room went dark. Your eyes quickly adjusted to the moonlight coming from the windows of the room and you could just barely make out Crocodile.

He finally leaned back into the bed and then you felt more than saw as he reached out and pulled you to him, the large bed not large enough to keep you away from your love.

Crocodile was always so warm. For someone with his namesake, you had assumed that he would be cold-blooded, but for you, he burned. His hand, wide and warm and no longer covered in rings, made its way to your face.

Leaning across the pillows, Crocodile kissed you again. Your hands reached out to pull him closer, and soon both of you had your arms and legs wrapped tight around each other. Part of you wished neither of you would ever have to let go, that maybe you could just drown in him, be buried alive in the sand and smoke.

You separated the kiss to breathe again and tucked your head into the curve of his neck.

“I can’t do that again. Being away from you for so long was horrible.” You finally spoke up, your voice hoarse with exhaustion and emotion.

Crocodile’s grip around you only tightened, his face leaning down to bury it in your hair. He took a deep breath and exhaled before responding.

“I have forgotten what it was like to live before knowing you.” His voice shook through you, the vibrations of it coming from his chest. “I’ve found out I am no longer capable of finding joy without you.”

You felt like you might cry - from happiness or sadness, you were unsure. Instead, you blinked back the tears and backed from his chest to look at him again.

Crocodile had never looked so tired before. He looked at you with such longing, maybe even grief in his gaze, that you knew without a doubt that he spoke the truth. He didn’t look like he would cry, and you have never seen him shed a single tear. But this was probably the closest you have gotten to him doing so.

“So I guess we'll just have to stay together from now on, hm?” You murmured to him, your hands coming up to brush some stray hairs from his face.

Crocodile just smiled at you and agreed. “I do hope you realize I wouldn’t let you leave me even if you wanted to.” He spoke so softly that it sounded sweet rather than obsessive. But you were so obsessed with him in return you didn’t even care.

“Sounds perfect to me.” You whispered as you leaned in to kiss him again.

Eventually, the two of you began to drift off, finally safe and sound in each other. As you fell asleep that night, surrounded by Crocodile’s warm embrace, you had never felt so loved.

#one piece #sir crocodile #one piece fanfiction #crocodile x reader #buggy mention #ily buggy but im not into clowns #sorry for being my victim #zirowrites #x reader

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jedipoodoo · 3 months

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Hi 👋!!! Omg I love your writing and stories ❤️, they always make me smile, and I absolutely loved the Crosshair werewolf au story. I was just wondering if I could request one with Hunter x fem reader and he’s nervous about how she feels about his new appearances, but she still loves him. If you are busy or if you don’t want to write it, you can just discard this request.

Hi! 👋👋👋 Thank you for your sweet words! I did get busy, as you can probably tell, but the thought of this request consumed my every waking moment. @giganonyx I know you'll enjoy this one!

Hunter's Moon (Werewolf! Hunter x GN!Reader)

Notes: Werewolf au, insecure Hunter, established relationship, Dividers by @djarrex.

Warnings: wolf fighting, blood and injuries, a wolf (not Hunter) tries to eat the reader.

"Where's Hunter going?" you asked. You just barely managed to spot the red of his bandana before he disappeared into the woods. The sun had just set, why was he going exploring now?

"He said he had a headache and was going to release some of his pent-up stress. He warned me not to wait up," Tech recited almost boredly.

You were more than slightly miffed that your boyfriend told your brother what he was up to, but not you. You grabbed one of your first aid bags and tossed in a few first aid essentials before marching down the ramp with a singular focus.

"I would not recommend following him!" Tech warned hastily.

"It's too dark out, he needs to come back!" You misinterpreted Tech's warning, and a few moments later you were enveloped on all sides by the trees.

There was a dirt path, covered by more and more grass the farther you went, but by watching Hunter in his element you'd learned enough to tell when his tracks took a sharp turn off the path and into the ever-darkening woods.

"What-?" You shook your head to clear your thoughts and followed his trail.

"Hunter, come back here!" You demanded, shouting into the woods.

As you rounded a large tree trunk, Hunter stood before you. You smacked against his chest and he grasped your arms, shaking you.

"Why didn't you stay on the ship?" He asked. He sounded, nervous, more terrified than angry.

"You're hurt," As if that was an answer to his question. You reached for his forehead, but he jerked away, as if you might burn him.

"I'm fine, I deal with this all the time."

"Then let me help you-" You reached into the bag for painkillers and bacta.

"You can't help me!" He screamed. His grip on your arms were starting to bruise.

Before you could snap at him for shouting at you, Hunter turned pale. He looked up at the sky, where the full moon was just beginning to peek over the distant mountains,

"You have to run," he rasped, unable to look away from the hypnotizing white light, "Get back to the ship, now."

You gulped nervously, "Hunter, what's going on?"

But Hunter couldn't answer. He'd let go of your arms and shoved you away, leaving tiny tears in the material of your sleeves. He stumbled just a few steps away, and when you tried to approach him and help him back to his feet, he screamed. It was a mix of pain and a battle cry, like he'd done this before and knew it would hurt, but was determined to make it through this anyway.

Hunter bent over, coughing on something in his throat like he was about to throw up. He'd told you to run, but you stayed stuck where you were, rooted to the spot as you watched in horrified fascination.

You thought it might be his hair growing longer, but it was hair growing out of his shoulders and down his arms, a rich reddish-black like his curls. A cracking noise echoed through the woods as his bones bent all out of shape, rearranging themselves in his arms and legs while a large tail grew out of the base of his spine.

Then, silence.

Hunter was bent over on all fours, his new body shaking as he took deep breaths to mitigate the pain he'd just endured.

"Hunter," You gasped. He was at least twice as big as he normally was, covered in fur, and his face elongated into a narrow snout with tall, pointed ears. He would have been completely unrecognizable if you hadn't watched his transformation yourself.

When you spoke his name, he looked up at you, slowly blinking his large, yellow eyes. He growled softly, a warning. You backed away slowly. If this wolf that had taken over Hunter, what would it do to you?

You turned and ran.

Was it stupid to run? Yes, even before he turned into a giant predator, Hunter was much faster than you and you knew it. But what else could you do? No wonder Tech wanted you to stay on the ship when you went running after Hunter.

But where was the ship? Each of the gangly-limbed trees looked identical to the next, and the shadows covering the forest were thick, even with the help of the full moon.

When you looked back over your shoulder to see if Hunter was following you, you were plowed over onto your back, looking right up at the jaw of another wolf.

This wolf was brown, with its right eye and ear missing, replaced by a terrifying jagged white scar. You chest heaved as you struggled to breathe, and the strange wolf bared it's teeth, drool dripping from its lips as it leaned in closer.

It's breath smelled of blood and raw meat, and your nose wrinkled on its own. The wolf's jaws opened wide to take a bite and you closed your eyes, unable to help the whimper in your throat.

Out of nowhere, The wolf that was about to bite your head off was wrestled to the ground. It yowled in surprise as Hunter's dark form pinned it to the ground.

You knew you should run, but you were frozen in terror. The strange wolf with the scar was smaller than Hunter, but just as vicious. It swiped a paw across Hunter's snout. Hunter's head jerked to the side, and you saw something dark drip off the tip of his nose and into the grass.

He snarled, and the scarred wolf barked back in challenge. It leaped at him, and Hunter swiped at its neck. The scarred wolf appeared to relish the challenge, the injury had made this personal now. He wrestled with hunter, forcing both of them onto their hind legs as their front paws grappled for the upper hand. they were a dark silhouette of jagged fur, their teeth and claws glistening in the moonlight.

The scarred wolf managed to get the upper hand. He bit into Hunter's exposed neck and threw him to the ground, where he lay still.

"Hunter?" You whimpered.

The scarred wolf looked at you and licked its lips.

"Hunter, get up!" you begged.

The wolf jumped at you again.

"Hunter!" You screamed. The scarred wolf got its teeth around your ankle and bit down. You heard the sickening crack of bone before you could feel the pain shooting up your leg. Your breath was ripped from your lungs, and your whole body froze as you tried to figure out what to do.

It was like watching a holofilm, or something happen to someone else. The wolf tugged on your leg again, trying to tear your leg off, or at least bring you closer to where he could get a bite of something meatier.

All you could do was lie there, waiting for something to happen and praying that it would be over soon. You should have listened to Tech. You should have listened to Hunter, and you didn't even get to say good-bye to him.

You closed your eyes, waiting for it to be over, but then there was a snarl. The tugging on your leg disappeared, but the pain was still there. You opened your eyes, blinking away the tears to see what was going on.

Hunter was on his feet again, and with his whole body weight, he threw the wolf against a tree, and then placed himself squarely between you and the wolf. While the wolf stopped to catch his breath, Hunter moved to stand over you, forming an odd, furry tent as he planted his legs on all sides of you. You could feel the growl reverberating in your bones as Hunter gave the wolf one final warning. If he tried that again, he wouldn't last the night.

The scarred wolf stood, calculating for a moment, then turned and ran off into the trees with its tail between its legs.

Hunter was breathing heavily, staring after the other wolf. He stood over you, legs and body tense and defensive. You looked up at him, noticing the scars torn across his snout and neck, and gently reached out to comfort him.

He inhaled sharply as you placed your hand on the side of his snout.

"Shh, shhh," You whispered, slowly reaching into your pocket for the tube of bacta. You scooted closer, dragging your broken leg behind you.

"It's okay, I'm just gonna help you here," You spoke softly, calmly, trying not to make any sudden moves while you applied the bacta to the angry red lines.

Hunter whimpered at the slight sting, but he didn't flinch away.

"Good boy," You cooed. It felt ridiculous saying that, knowing that this was Hunter you were talking to, but it felt appropriate. A dog was a dog, even if they were bigger than you. You pondered briefly if Hunter was the one in control inside the wolf's mind, or if something more animalistic took charge during this transformation.

Either way, the moment you put away the bacta, Hunter rubbed his head against your shoulder. It nearly knocked you over, but you recovered quickly.

"You're welcome," You said, "And thank you."

You dug your fingers into the fur behind his ears, trying to give him the scratches dogs always enjoyed. He made a sound that could almost be a chuckle if it were more human.

Tears stung at your eyes, and when wolf-Hunter tried to look at your face, you buried it in the thick fur at his neck. You wrapped your arms around him, holding tightly as the adrenaline faded, leaving nothing but fear and terror in its wake.

You shook with sobs, struggling to keep your breathing even, and focused on the huffs and puffs from Hunter's big wet nose that cascaded down your back. Hunter's snout rested against your spine for some comforting pressure. Even as a wolf, he remembered his calming techniques.

With you arms still around his neck, Hunter gently lowered himself to lay on the grass. You could feel the powerful muscles in his legs as he curled them around you, like a big furry blanket.

You whimpered as he nudged your leg, and Wolf-Hunter studied your injury with interest.

"I guess that needs some bacta too, huh?" You sniffled lamely. You didn't have anything to set it with, but you could do that in the morning once the ship found you. for now, you lathered what was left of your bacta onto your wounds, until finally wolf-Hunter was satisfied.

He lowered his head to your chest, forcing you to lay back in (what would be) his arms. He shook out his tail, finally laying it across your lap as a makeshift blanket.

You dug your fingers into his fur again, scratching those hard-to-reach spots to keep your hands busy.

"Can you help me find the ship?" You asked.

Hunter huffed.

You sighed. "Yeah, I guess I can't really go anywhere at the moment."

Hunter crooned, leaning deeper into the scratches.

"Will you stay with me?" You whispered, "Keep me safe?"

He made a huffing noise that reminded you of Tech's signature "I thought it was obvious".

You buried your face in his fur again. "Thanks, Hunter."

You woke up with the sun shining in your eyes. Not the best rude awakening, but you felt more rested than you had in years. And then the throbbing in your ankle set back in.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow-" you hissed under your breath. You fidgeted, trying to get comfortable, but two distinctly human arms tightened their grip around you.

Your face flushed with heat as you recognized the skeletal tattoo on the left arm that was holding you, keeping you pressed against a firm chest at your back.

The fleeting idea came to you to try and wriggle out of his grasp before he woke up in order to avoid an awkward conversation, but with your broken ankle, you knew that wasn't going to happen.

The next best thing to do was just to rip the band-aid off.

"Hunter?" You gently nudged his arm, then his ribs, and even poked his cheek. all recieved varying levels of reaction.

"Hunter, we're lost in the middle of the woods."

"Huuuuntaaaaaaa!"

"HUUUUUUUUUN'ERRRRRRRRRR!"

"And it sounds like your siblings are trying to find us."

Finally, Hunter groaned, pressing his face into the back of your neck. He flexed his muscles, one by one, to try and stretch himself out, but he kept his arms around you.

"Mornin'" He yawned.

It was then that he realized he had been spooning you all night.

On the bright side, you were still fully clothed, and he still had his pants. But not very much of them. The rest of his clothes had been torn in last night's little "adventure"

"Are you alright?" He sat up immediately, taking your face in his hands as he checked you over, making his way down your body until he caught sight of your mangled foot.

"Osik did I do that to you?" he didn't even wait for an answer, muttering curse words under his breath.

"No-no, Hunter that wasn't you," You touched his arm as softly as you could manage, but he still flinched, "It was something else, another wolf."

"Another-?" Hunter glanced at your ankle again, then gave a sigh of relief. He pulled you back into his arms, kissing the crown of your head as he held you.

"I'd never be able to forgive myself if I ever hurt you like that."

You wrapped your arms around him tightly. "I know that you would never hurt me, Hunt," You whispered.

Hunter picked up on the hesitation in your voice.

"You deserve an explanation," He said, resting his forehead against yours. You kept your arms around him tightly, as if the wolf from last night might emerge from the trees and rip you from his arms. But Hunter held you tightly on his lap as if he would never let you go.

"It started during the clone wars. I got cursed when I accidentally stumbled upon a Nightsister's grave while we were scouting the planet Dathomir. Whenever we're on a planet during a full moon, well, you saw what happened."

You nodded as Hunter's hands made their way up and down your spine in soothing motions, helping you relax deeper into his arms.

"As you can probably tell, I've never been able to fully control what happens when I transform, and I've never really remembered what happened after I transform back. All I know is what my brothers have told me when I wake up in the morning, and not all of it is pretty."

"Okay," you said softly, "But why keep it a secret?"

"Because I know you," Hunter said. He took your face in his hands again, "I know that you'd pull some kind of stunt like you did last night to try and "save me from myself" or whatever. But I could never risk losing you like that."

You mustered all the energy that you could this early in the morning to slug him in the shoulder.

"And did you ever think that I might be able to help you?"

Hunter smiled sheepishly, unable to look you in the eye.

"Maybe?"

You laughed softly, and pulled him in for a kiss. Hunter relaxed against you, gently caressing your hair so that your wild locks moved out of the way. There was a different kind of transformation that occured whenever you kissed him like this, the kind deep inside that made his chest swell with courage, and his heart beat stronger. He felt like he could take on the whole galaxy, wolves and all, so long as you were in his arms.

A bit farther away now, you heard Omega and Wrecker calling your names. Hunter unceremoniously broke off the kiss and gave you an apologetic smile.

"We should get that set before it tries to heal itself," He nodded to your leg.

Knowing what was coming, you wrapped your arms around his neck and braced your body for the pain, but that didn't stop everything from hurting whenever your leg was jostled even the slightest bit.

"Easy, cyare," He cooed, his voice low against your ear, "We'll take it nice and slow."

Just like how you had managed to calm his wolf-form last night, Hunter's words now had a soothing effect on you. With every step that brought you closer to the Marauder, you were able to relax a little bit more.

But you couldn't resist playing with fire.

"You know, I think your wolf-form might have had a crush on me."

"Oh did he now?" Hunter smirked, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly.

"Well, he'll have to get in line."

#lizart writes #sergeant hunter #hunter #the bad batch x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter #werewolf hunter #werewolf Hunter au #werewolf batch #werewolf au

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read a fic a while ago where Badminton shot at Stede anyway, on deck, and hit Ed instead. and Ed fell overboard with his gutshot, and Stede - still cuffed - dived right in after him. and then Fang looked out and saw them, alive, and pronounced them dead and cut free a dinghy so they could have a chance.

it was a good fic. i read the whole thing, loved it, have it bookmarked. thing is. i disagree with the reaction to the above they gave Izzy. and then i got a little swept up in how else it could have gone instead...

say Ed gets shot, goes overboard, and Stede goes after him. and Fang says they're dead. they're both dead. Blackbeard is dead, and the man who shot him is right there in front of Izzy, who unlike the rest hasn't been unarmed because he's supposed to be one of them.

first, his face crumples into the worst expression you could see on a man's fact. grief and guilt and rage, together in one awful, rending thing. then he pulls his pistol and he shoots Badminton right in the head.

to their credit, Stede's crew takes his lead right off, all but instantaneously uprising. most of them aren't bound, after all, just unarmed and cowed. there's a reason Ed told them to surrender in the first place though, and for all that he feels more a void than a man at the moment Izzy has never really been one for that kind of melancholy, and if he was to indulge a death wish he'd not take an entire crew with him (especially not a crew that Ed, seemingly, had died for). so, frantic and raspy, he calls for them to surrender again, to stop fighting, to remember the two other fucking ships they're fucking surrounded by.

the next up in rank from Badminton, now the boarding Captain, steps forward to sneer at Izzy where he's allowed himself to be handled by two red coated fucks.

Izzy hurriedly makes his excuses, for the crew, hoping this englishman is feeling generous today. they didn't intend to fight their capture, he insists, only got carried away by his own inciting action (it's technically true, isn't it?).

"we had a deal," Izzy explains to the Captain, to show he poses no further threat either. "a life for a life. that's it, it's done."

"well," the Captain says. "you have done a great service to the crown, seeing Blackbeard taken from the seas." izzy's face twists again, horrible, horrible, and it makes the Captain feel sadistically powerful.

"so i suppose we can uphold our first bargain, to let you and your crew go, with your ship, Captain Hands," he continues. "but as you've not been given his majesty's leave to kill, this-" he gestures dismissively toward Badminton's body, the neat little hole exactly in the middle of his forehead "-is still murder. and you'll have to be punished for that. as well as for damages done to my men by yours."

"um, he's not-" starts Pete, but Lucius stomps viciously on his foot.

"he's totally our Captain," Lucius puts forth instead. "totally responsible for us." picking up on the situation, the rest of the crew - save Ivan and Fang, who hold their tongues altogether so as not to pick sides - make noises of agreement.

"very well," says the englishman. "i'll assign five lashings for the murder." it seems remarkably low, especially for the wicked look on his face, until he adds the rest. "and five more for every man who fought on your order." (nevermind, of course, that Izzy hadn't actually given the order.)

Fang gasps, and Ivan breathes in sharply, and Izzy goes pale, and maybe Frenchie is familiar with lashings from his time in service too and he hisses through his teeth.

"oh," says the englishman. "is that unfair? i'm willing to cut it down to three each. if they take the lashings themselves and sign a confession." (he thinks this will be an easy sell for Izzy, who has sold his own before anyway, and so many confessions at once will get him a commendation even if he lets them go for now.)

these green fools, Izzy thinks to himself with a bare glance at them, have no crimes yet attached to their names (not legally anyway, bounties aside) nevermind something as bad as piracy, and they've surely not a one of them ever taken lashings before.

it's only the briefest - and tensest - of pauses before Izzy rasps, "five is fair."

"Boss-" Ivan starts, but Izzy gives him a sharp look and he shuts up. it's him that Izzy hands his weapons belt to, and then his vest, his shirt. he puts his damn self on the main, unwilling to be handled again or tied.

the english Captain is pissed at this turn of events, of course, and he mutters to his bosun not to count. luckily, when five lashes go by without a word and it seems the bosun isn't about to pause between sets, Lucius notices. maybe Jim does too, the two of them both sneaky by their own nature and so prone to suspicion of others. but Lucius is the one to say something.

"five!" he shouts, too loud out of fright, but he forces himself not to back down. "that's five, for the murder. sorry," he adds when the Captain glares at him. "counted for Blackbeard. i mean, i'm sure you're a man of your word, and all these men under your command could tell me that-" (it's a threat, how many of them are counting too? how many of them will remember this when it comes time for you to discipline them?) "-but i really couldn't not do it if i tried." he laughs nervously, holds his heart when no one actually responds and the bosun goes right back to whipping Izzy.

but he still says it out loud again, the next five. and then Ivan steps aside, separate from the rest - maybe just a little bit closer to the nearest brit. "don't wanna forget anybody," he explains as he does it. (he means: we won't let you count any of us twice.)

five more, and Fang steps up next to Ivan. five more, and Jim steps up. and so on, until finally it's the last five and Lucius steps forward, and the Captain notices that his own men have taken steps back.

so he does, in the end, keep his word, and the bosun wraps up the flogger, and the englishmen un-board from the Revenge. as a farewell, Oluwande tells the Captain that they'll remember his kindness and be sure to repay it if they ever meet him again.

as soon as the brits are gone, Izzy collapses to his knees, still at the mast, and weeps.

"what the fu-" Ivan starts, shocked. Izzy had put his own glove between his teeth and not made a sound all through the whipping, and Ivan - the longest standing crew member Izzy's had on board right now - has never seen him cry before no matter what had happened to him.

it really couldn't be more obvious that it's not from the lashing. or at least, that the lashing alone couldn't have done it.

"shh," Fang whispers, cutting Ivan off. "he wouldn't want us to make a fuss." he wonders if he should say, now, that Blackbeard (and Bonnet) might still be alive, or if Izzy would even hear him. if he should wait until the english are well away, so they don't make themselves obvious if Izzy can't think straight.

but the crew of the Revenge is different.

"um, okay," Lucius huffs. "we're making a fuss."

and they do. they uncrumple Izzy from the deck, and they rinse his back off - with fresh water - and they rub him down with some fancy ointment that Stede had in the bathing room of his cabin, and they wrap him up in the duvet off of Stede's bed (he mumbles, vague, that it smells like Edward, which has at least two implications that no one mentions). they feed him, spice and warm some rum for him, and then put him to bed in the Captain's quarters.

Izzy's injuries - the physical and not - keep him asleep for more than a day. they can't just sit here like ducks, so the crew elects Olu as acting Captain until Izzy can take back the job, and Olu has them sail just- the opposite of the way the navy went, for now, and they'll figure out a more solid heading later.

Fang doesn't spill the beans yet. somehow it feels wrong for Izzy to be the last to know, so he keeps it to himself until finally, finally, Izzy's up and seems- well. maybe about 50% back to normal.

the second Izzy knows the truth, he turns them right back around.

#jack facts #ofmd #izzy hands #blackhands #my fic #hc #corporal punishment/

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all-pacas · 7 months

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anyway here's the first little bit of my durge fanfic (where i'm actually trying to make tav. a character. and not. self insert. but also play with the blank slate thing. anyway it's fun.)

She wakes up to the bracing familiarity of pain. First clue: she.

Stumbling from her knees, ichor and bile in her mouth. Her hands are mottled with blood and bruises, fingernails jagged short. Arms: grayish blue. Purple with bruises. Face: wet, her palms black and red when she pulls them away.

She. Clothes: a shirt that may have once been bone white or ash gray. Trousers, dark. Boots, red soled and worn. Pouch at her hip: wet. Sticky. Red. Her stomach twists. She feels satisfied. She wants to taste it. To lick her fingers, suck marrow from her own bones.

Satisfied?

Something twists behind her eye. Sharp-bright in her head. You must move.

She does.

The evening after the crash, the five of them make camp in the woods, amidst arguments on where to go. But it’s dark, and they don’t know where they’re headed, and the air is filled with ash and putrefaction from the rotting ship.

Their parasites hum. Names are exchanged. Wizard, male, human. Abnormally pale high elf; a magistrate in the city. Cleric with a disinterest in small talk. Githyanki warrior with even less. Gale does his best. Shadowheart is at least polite in her dismissals; Astarion pithy. Everyone’s gaze is watchful.

Their last is silent. Gale asks her something simple, something innocuous. She looks up from the fire, eyes wide and startled. “I don’t know,” she says.

“Memory loss isn’t as uncommon as you might think,” Shadowheart tells her. The knowledge of the other woman’s amnesia has somehow softened her. “It could be the parasite, certainly. But that doesn’t appear to be the case with the rest of us…” her mouth almost, nearly twitches. “I don’t suppose you remember if your memory was better before the crash?”

“At least a name,” Astarion hums across the fire. “A name as delicate and beautiful as you are?”

She looks at him and imagines him in the flames between them, screaming and twisting and crackling to ash. Choking on his own boiling blood, his tongue —

Astarion sees her shudder of disgust. He feels a twinge of anxiety and suppresses it.

“What do you know of yourself?” Gale asks. It is interesting in itself, of course: a mystery to solve, a puzzle to poke at. It is hardly casual dinner conversation, and yet beggars and choosers: Goddess knows the small talk isn’t exactly forthcoming.

The woman is a long time answering such a simple question. “I am… female.” She looks down at her bare forearms. Under the blood and bruises, her skin steel silver, knife white, ice blue. “I believe I am most likely Drow. Perhaps half.”

“Full blood, I’d wager,” Gale says: he sees what she can not. Her hair has been hacked and cropped, but is silvery under the dried blood. Her eyes a pale white: there is no color at all to her besides the bruises and stains. But her ears are too sharp to be part-human, her features too strong.

She nods. Relieved to have more to add to her list.

Lae’zel watches with little interest: she can barely understand the myriad distinctions those of the mortal plane use to classify herself. All four of these people look alike to her: fleshy and bulbous and unnatural shades of pink and gray. She pities the woman for her lack of knowledge and heritage.

But she remembers, too, the Mindflayer ship. Leaping upon the woman to strike first, and watching her dart back, her hands bloody to the elbows and strange, pale eyes void of all intent. Remembers watching her hold an imp down with her boot as she tore the thing’s wings from its back.

It is not the savagery that strikes Lae’zel. It is no more than the creatures deserved. It is her eyes, the emptiness in her expression. Her strange, round pupils had been pinpricks in a sea of ice. It is at odds with this humanoid now. Her fingers digging into her knees.

“Tav,” the woman says suddenly. “I think… that sounds right. I think… I might have been called Tav.”

She was not.

They push inland at the first strike of dawn, having rested fitfully or not at all. Gale takes lead but finds it immediately tiring: to need consider others and communicate his plans, rather than strike off alone. But the others are even less inclined. “We must find people,” he decides for them all. “They will perhaps have a healer among them, a shrine to some useful goddess - or better knowledge of the area, at least.” He says this to pacify Lae’zel, who scowls.

“A crèche remains our only option, but you are not incorrect that the locals around here might point us in the correct direction.”

Gale forces a smile. This is exactly what he just said, he refrains from pointing out. Did she really need to rephrase it for the sake of her ego? Beggers, he reminds himself. Choosers.

Shadowheart and Tav do not object to this plan, the former for whatever reasons of her own and the latter because Gale suspects she barely has agency, let alone a name.

They find a dirt track soon enough, helpfully laden with cart tracks. Unfortunately, they are city folk to the last, and none of them have any real idea how to determine which way to follow: Lae’zel confidentially proclaims north, Gale throws in with her for the appearance of unity, and the rest go along.

Astarion is chatty in the morning sunlight, trying out lines on the women and complaining genially about mud and dirt on his boots. He is the first to make a crucial discovery, as they all suddenly feel a flash of incredulity and disbelief, pain and flushed cheeks.

“You have a sunburn, I think,” Shadowheart says dryly.

Astarion blinks. His cheeks red and striking. “I confess, I do not spend much time... traipsing about the countryside.”

“Did anyone else feel that?” Tav asks, suddenly excited: to feel, for the surprise of pain and heat and confusion. It is almost like a memory.

“It appears our little friends are still sharing information between them,” Gale surmises, familiar enough with the concept.

Within an hour, Astarion has figured out how to do it on purpose, sending every little ache and blister to the rest of them until, exasperated, Shadowheart suggests a break.

#bg3 fanfic #bg3 durge #ficlet more like but i am having fun

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And Now For Something, Completely Different...

Weapons in the Metaverse

Futaba: I was thinking about something that's been bugging me. Our weapons become real in the Cognitive world because they are seen as a threat, right?

Morgana: Yeah, they are.

Futaba: Akechi uses beam swords and a laser pistol to fight, and they are perceived as real. So...

Morgana: I think I have an idea where this is going.

Futaba: Hey Ren, can you talk to Iwai? I need him to get something special for me.

LATER IN MEMENTOS...

(Joker, Skull, Queen and Mona are facing off against the Reaper)

Morgana: I told you we were hanging around this level too long!

Skull: It couldn't be helped! There were too many treasure chests this time around! Plus we had to talk with Jose!

Queen: Lets just focus on getting rid of the Reaper.

Joker: Good call.

Queen: Joker, we need you to boost our defense, while Skull and I focus on--(a humming sound is heard behind them) Umm, what just got switched on?

Oracle's Voice: Guys, GET BACK!!!

(From behind them, a proton stream is fired and hits the Reaper hard as Oracle steps forward, wearing a proton pack and firing a blast from her particle thrower)

Oracle: How's a billion bolts of pure proton energy feel, sucker?!!

Skull: What the fu--IT'S WORKING?!!

Mona: I'm just as shocked as you.

Queen: Let's not question this---HIT 'EM WITH EVERYTHING YOU GOT!!!

(A few moments later...)

Skull: Out of all the things that you could pick...you went with THAT? What was that anyway? And why not a blaster from a game?

Oracle: Well the BFG9000 was too big for me to carry, and Iwai already had several models for sale so...

Mona: Can we discuss this later? Fox is still trying to sketch that explosion of the Reaper while we're speaking.

Fox: It was quite a magnificent display. I wonder if Iwai can provide me with one as well.

Joker: No. I don't want to risk any of us crossing the streams.

Queen: Especially Skull.

Skull: Why? What would be so bad about that?

Oracle: Think of it as the equivalent of getting caught peeping at Queen, Noir and Panther in the hot springs multiplied by 1000.

Skull: (face goes pale) Never mind. Forget I asked.

BONUS SCENE:

(The team confronts Akechi inside of Shido's Palace, and Akechi finally reveals his true self)

Akechi: COME, LOKI!!!! I will kill you...crush you...DESTROY YOU!!! Teammates are nothing but TRASH!!! (Loki is summoned before them.)

Joker: Come forth...GOZER!!!

Akechi: ...wait I'm sorry, did you say---(Joker removes his mask and Gozer appears before him, eyes glowing red)

Oracle: Ohh. I like where this is going.

Akechi: You think that weak looking piece of crap can stand with me?!!

Gozer: Are you...a GOD?

Akechi: No.

Oracle: Wrong answer, pancake lad.

Gozer: Then...DIE!! (Gozer raises it's arms and unleashes a very heavy barrage of energy, striking both Akechi and Loki so hard, they are both launched and embedded into the walls of the ship.)

Skull: Dude...always say YES.

#persona 5 #ghostbusters #futaba sakura #morgana persona 5 #ren amamiya #ryuji sakamoto #makoto niijima #yusuke kitagawa #goro akechi #gozer the gozerian #gozer the destructor #Volguus Zildrohar #gozer the traveller #Lord Of The Sebouillia #and now for something completely different

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bireggiemantle · 11 months

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hiiii everybody I think now is as good a time as ever to say that I've begun writing a brokeback mountain inspired archiereggie slowburn fic. it's told from archies perspective about him coming to terms with his sexuality, pursuing a relationship with reggie, and exploring the fallout of that. I've only written the first short scene so far, but I figured I'd post it to gauge interest and see what y'all think :)

He'd be lying if he said Betty didn't look beautiful in the glow of the moonlight, with the way the streaks of pale blue weaved their way between the strands of her blonde hair, but Archie can't help but feel the pit at the center of his stomach grow larger and heavier everytime she smiles.

He loves Betty. She's his friend, his companion, the only person he thinks to turn to in a time of need. And her bright smile is usually a sign of comfort for him. It means a warm embrace is coming, or a reassuring speech, but tonight, in the front seat of his car, that smile feels like a death sentence.

It's nearing the end of their date, the smell of Pop's still lingering in the air, and they've made their way to Makeout Point. It's the natural progression of things, really. A date should start with a gentleman handing over his jacket and whisking his lady off to a magical world of movies and milkshakes before ending with a few discreet kisses at the edge of a cliff.

Betty knows this. It's why she keeps leaning towards him, batting her eyelashes as she unbuttons the top of her blouse. Archie knows this too. It's why he keeps sinking further into his seat and crossing his legs.

And finally, somehow, Betty seems to take the hint.

"Archie, is something wrong?" She places a gentle hand on his forearm and frowns. "Am I rushing things for you?"

"What? Betty, no, everything's spiffy. I'm just nervous for tomorrow's big game. You know how Stonewall Prep plays."

She nods, giving his arm a small squeeze before letting go completely. The expression in her face is hard to read, though her lips are pursed rather tightly. Her eyes drift across Archie, as if she were analyzing him. It makes Archie feel transparent, as if all his innermost thoughts and feelings were there for her to see and dissect as she pleases.

Archie draws his bottom lip between his teeth and drops eye contact with Betty, but he immediately feels her sit up straighter in response. If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was just as uncomfortable as him.

"They certainly are a talented team, and a mean one at that, but I've seen you play too, Arch. You're not too shabby yourself." Betty offers him another smile, duller and hollower than the last, and Archie manages to reciprocate this time, even if it's only slightly.

"Well," she continues, smoothing out the wrinkles in her pleated skirt, "should we get going?"

"Yeah, I uh, I think so." He watches her fasten her blouse from the corner of his eye, waiting a moment before he starts the car. If this were happening only a month ago, Archie would practically be jumping out of his seat towards her, but it seems like that ship has sailed.

Maybe he and Betty were never meant to be. Mrs. Cooper didn't like him anyways, and he'd much rather have the dirty looks cast between mailboxes than across the dinner table.

The drive home is silent, and the air between them feels tense. Every few seconds Archie can feel her gaze settle on him before darting right back to the road in front of them. Her hands are nestled between her thighs, fingers interlaced, and, while sitting at a stop sign, Archie notices two crescent shaped red marks on the skin where her thumbs are resting. He doesn't bring it up. She doesn't bring it up. It's just easier if they both avoid it.

Typically Betty would be the one to place a chaste kiss on Archie's cheek during their goodnight exchange, but tonight Archie makes the movie before she can. It's been a bizarre date, and he's worried about what Betty must think, so he hopes the kiss can offer her even a little comfort. It's not much, but it's a sign that he still likes her, that he still cares about her, that he's still attracted to her, and he hopes that a little can go a long way in situations like these.

"I had a nice time tonight." Betty says. She clutches her purse with two hands. "You were right about Rear Window. I think I have a soft spot for mysteries."

"You should thank Veronica. She's the one that suggested it." And a million other pictures at that.

Betty laughs. "I thought so. She's been telling me to see it since the day it came out. But I hate going to the movies alone."

"Well, if you're ever looking for a partner-"

"I'll know who to ask." Betty interrupts. She untangles one hand from the handle of her bag and places it on Archie's right cheek. "Goodnight, Arch, and goodluck." Her fingertips brush the curve of his jawline as she pulls away.

"Goodnight Betty. I'll see you tomorrow." It's less of a statement and more of a question, a prayer that he hasn't completely ruined their friendship, and from Betty's reply, he can tell she hears him.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

#betty cooper #archie andrews #Reggie mantle #mine #my writing #riverdale

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jinmukangwrites · 10 months

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weep little lion man (3.5/14)

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Fandom: Jedi: Fallen Order | Survivor Rating: T Warnings: N/A Ao3 Notes: shameless plug, posted a very Cal whumpy one-shot and I'm very proud of it and I wanna promote it a little, consider giving it a try, anyways enjoy the new chapter.

Summary: After defeating Dagan Gera for a third and final time, the Compass ends up in Bode's hands without a scratch. He could go back to Jedha with Cal... but he's holding what he wants. He doesn't see the point in pretending any longer. He makes a split-second decision. Or: Bode's betrayal goes a bit differently.

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The air is tight with tension. Not many have the chance, the honor of working directly under Darth Vader, but those who do have that honor also know it comes with great risks.

Lord Vader is angry. Every person in the Star-Destroyer can feel it.

Right now, he's standing at the front of the ship's cockpit, looking out the large windows that watch over Jerha's atmosphere. He's cleaned the broken and burnt parts of his suit with pristine replacements, making anyone who didn't know better think that he hadn't just walked out of a battle with a terrorist Jedi.

A Commander, some poor bastard everyone's already decided won't be alive much longer, walks into the cockpit with his chin held high. He stops a small distance from Darth Vader, looking all parts loyal and collected, but it's not hard to miss the tick in his jaw. He's nervous. Commanders after failed missions are always nervous.

"Any sightings on where their ship had gone?" Darth Vader suddenly asks, not turning toward the Commander quite yet.

The Commander swallows. "No, Lord Vader. They went into hyperspace before we could get a tracking beacon on them."

Silence filters around the cockpit, all except Darth Vader's intimidating and steady breathing, a few Lieutenants and pilots exchange tense looks.

"Cere Junda will not be so easy to find again," Darth Vader says. "She has proven herself capable of hiding where we cannot find her before. This failure must be corrected."

Not a single soul dares mention Darth Vader himself was the one who failed to kill her.

"Commander," Darth Vader says, turning finally to look at the tense man. "What of her Padawan?"

That throws everyone into a loop, though the Commander is more graceful at not showing it. "Her Padawan, my lord?"

"Cal Kestis. The ship they travel on was there, and sightings of most of the repeating crew. Except Kestis. What are his last sightings?"

A pilot quickly begins to search the Imperial databanks, it only takes a moment for him to stand up and solute Darth Vader before speaking. "His last confirmed sighting was on Coruscant, sir. He had infiltrated, posing as a prisoner, for known rebel leader Saw Gerrera."

"I am aware," Darth Vader says, tone darkening, and the pilot pales while others attempt to cringe away. The fiasco on Coruscant ended up with an Inquisitor getting killed. Darth Vader hadn't been happy about that one either. "What of unconfirmed sightings?"

"Um," the pilot clears his throat and returns to his computer before reporting, cautiously. "Koboh, sir. A backwater planet, there had been reports of a red haired Jedi with an orange lightsaber by troopers, but nothing any generals or commanders could confirm... As most of the troopers have died in the encounter..."

"How recent?"

"Days, sir."

More silence settles as five agonizingly timed mechanical breaths pass through the air.

"What is the bounty on Kestis now?"

Another pilot reads off a string of numbers. Most people in the cockpit can't help but be impressed by how many zeroes there are. "Though," the pilot continues, "the Haxion Brood has placed an independent bounty on Kestis that nearly doubles the Empire's."

"Triple that," Vader says, and the pilot's eyes widen in shock. "And make sure you specify I want him alive. I want every bounty hunter, every Imperial agent, looking for him, and I want him delivered to me in chains."

"But... but what of Cere Junda?" The Commander sputters.

"Junda has made mistakes with her previous Padawan," Vader says, "ones that she will not repeat with Kestis. He will be easier to find; his capture will bring her to us."

-o-o-o-o-

When the ping came that slicks bounty got updated, Caij was ecstatic at first.

She has just been thinking about the guy too, Sorc Tomo has sent more hunters after him right on their home base Koboh and she couldn't wait to tell him about them.

However, when she got on her datapad to see what the bounty had been raised to, she nearly fell out of the chair. Luckily, she has a reputation in the saloon and no one noticed, but at this point, she doesn't care if anyone walks by to see her currently leaning forward with her elbows on the table, eyes wide looking at the pad in her hands.

Yeah. Yeah, slicks bounty went up. Three times what it was before, and the Empire no less.

She sighs, leaning back on the bench while bringing a hand to her forehead. She sets the pad down.

Not only the Empire, but the contract was made under the Emperor's name himself.

Damn. Damn. What has slick gotten himself into?!

For once, she's stumped. She doesn't get stumped often, so that's saying something. Has her plan worked a bit too well? Has throwing the Jedi at hunter after hunter caused the Empire to notice how badly Sorc Tomo wanted the bastard and then want to get in on the action?

Haxion Brood bounty hunters are nothing compared to what can come from an official Imperial bounty. She can't believe her plan has backfired this royally.

She'll have to leave town. Leave planet. Give up on Kestis and leave him to his own fate. She can't be brought down with the guy. She knows the kinds of hunters that take bounties for the Empire. And with a bounty that high, she has no doubt that a certain one wearing Mandalorian armor has a pretty good chance of getting involved.

"Hey," she snaps at another frequenter of the saloon, that frog thing that doesn't shut up. "Get me a drink."

"Okay!" The frog thing says happily, shrugging and bee-lining for the bar.

She rubs her temples, trying to think. How much time does she have? Does the Empire know Koboh is a frequent spotting place for slick?

It's frustrating. The entire reason she wanted to hike up his bounty was so she can capture him herself and pay off her own Imperial bounty after getting the credits from Sorc Tomo. She can't believe she hasn't seen something like this coming, throwing everything out the damn window.

"Here ya go, miss!" the frog thing says.

She takes the drink. "Beat it."

"Okay!" the frog thing happily walks away.

She takes a big swig, not caring what's in it. So what's next? She doesn't think she can continue with her plan, not when she doesn't know where slick currently is. That ship he travels on left in a hurry a bit ago too, taking the saloon's owner with it. If he were here, she'd take him out now while there's no competition, but waiting for him to come back could end up being more trouble than it's worth.

She's in the middle of considering her options when the saloon entrance suddenly opens, revealing a frazzled looking Greez Dritus and that woman slick is so heart-eyes about.

She can't help but stare, looking behind them to see if there's a familiar bout of red hair, but she immediately discovers they're staring right back, and now walking toward her with purpose.

Hell.

"Caij Vanda?" The woman, skin as ashen as snow, eyes as hard as diamonds. They stop right at her table. Caij makes an effort to look as un-effort as possible, leaning back and crossing her ankles on the table.

"Who's askin'?"

"My name is Merrin, we have questions for you about Cal Kestis's bounty."

Caij dips her head slightly, allowing her to look for nearby exits without looking like she's lookin' for nearby exits. Her hand slowly goes to her hip where her blasters sit.

Hell. Did they find out about her plan? They couldn't have, she's not that careless.

"What about it?"

Merrin narrows her eyes, distrustful thing ain't she, but Greez steps in. "Look, all we need is one of his bounty pucks, and we'll be out'a your head tentacles."

Now that catches her off guard. Out of all conversations relating to Kestis's bounty, she wasn't expecting that.

"Now that's a request," she says carefully. "Mind letting me in on the juicy details before I decide if I'm gonna ignore you or not?"

Merrin's lips thin, but Greez quickly steps in. "Look, we know you've been helping the kid get a jump on those bounty hunters, and that you've been rewarding him for the pucks he brings back. We... lost track of him, and we think a bounty puck can help us find him. He might be in danger, surely you could let us use one to get him back. We can pay."

"What sort'a danger?"

Slick's friends stop and silently consider her question. She has'ta admit, she's genuinely curious. Slick couldn't have been captured already, his bounty had just gone up, and any dangerous hunters are sure to take a few days to get as far out as Koboh. However, even if he had be captured already, his friends working to find Kestis again could help her out, especially if they bring him back right into her hands.

Greez sighs. "Someone we trusted turned out to be someone we couldn't. He jumped Cal and took him captive."

"Empire? Brood? Raiders? Come on Dritus, I need the deets."

"None," Merrin snaps, looking frustrated. "He took Cal for his own personal goals. We think he took him into the Abyss above Koboh. We need the puck to be able to make sure."

Interesting.

Interesting. This could work for her.

She uncrosses her legs and stands up, startling them both to take a step back. She grins at them, showing her teeth. "Good news, I'm in."

"What?" Greez says dumbly.

"I'm in," she repeats. "I'm coming with. Pucks can be complicated to those first usin' them, and if you want it used effectively, I'm coming with. Don't even have'ta pay me. I like that Jedi, be a shame to see him stay missing cuz I didn't get involved."

"I do not understand," Merrin says. "You are not invited."

"Then you're not getting this puck," she says, patting her hip. "I'll go find him myself."

A lie. If they don't let her in, she'd much rather let slick stay in his situation while she skips out'a this side of the Galaxy.

Merrin and Greez exchange glances before Greez sighs in defeat. "A bounty hunter on the Mantis," he says, "what has the Galaxy come to."

-o-o-o-o-

"We got a puck," Greez announces as he enters the Mantis. "Came with a bounty hunter though."

Merrin watches Caij saunter into the Mantis. She moves her hips way too much, like she's constantly skating on ice. She bends at her hips and glances around the main room of the Mantis, peering down towards the cockpit and letting out a whistle.

Cere glances up from the holotable, Cordova at her side and BD-1 still connected to the system. Her eyes land distrustfully on Caij, but she gives a polite smile. "Thank you. However, we may not need you. BD-1 just picked up a signal from Cal's locator."

BD-1 boops happily as all sorts of data, coordinates, strings of numbers flash through the holo-projection.

Merrin approaches the table, though she keeps an eye on Caij, and watches as BD-1 finally pin-points the signal, but the air seems to be sucked out of the room as the location is revealed.

"That's an ISB base," Greez says, his voice disheartened.

"I thought you said the Empire wasn't involved," Caij said, placing her hands on her hips. Her voice has gone tight, her lips thin, eyes narrowed.

"We didn't think they were," Cere said. "The man who took Cal, he was a spy, but we assumed he abandoned the Empire to pursue his personal goals..."

BD-1 suddenly gives a string of beeps, and Cordova nods.

"It seems, Bode has a daughter."

Merrin considers the new information. He's never told her, or anyone, about this daughter to her knowledge, though Merrin knows Cal and Bode had gotten close during this adventure, often having private conversations with each other.

"What? You think he went back to Nova Garon to get his daughter?" Greez asks. "That could have been a lie, Cal could already be in one of their cells, waiting for the Inquisitorius."

"Perhaps not," Cordova says, pointing at a holomap BD-1 brings up. "His signal isn't coming from the holding cells, but from what appears to be on-base living quarters. He could be keeping Cal hidden while he gets his daughter prepared."

"Or," Merrin says, "it could be a trap to lure in the rest of us. Bode has already tried to kill us all by sending the Inquisitorius to Jedha, I wouldn't put it past him."

"Caij Vanda, yes?" Cere asks, and Caij nods her head slowly. "Could you show us the puck? If I'm correct, the puck should track Cal's DNA signature. The locator could have been taken from Cal's person."

Caij considers for a moment, then shrugs. She pulls out the puck and flicks on.

She frowns when nothing happens.

"Now that's odd," she says.

"No signal," Cere breathes.

"It's a trap," Merrin confirms.

"No signal means he's on Tanalor, right?" Greez asks, now sounding frantic. "How in the stars are we supposed to go there?!"

"Perhaps I can help," a new voice adds. Caij tactfully jumps out of the way as Zee daintily approaches the ship. Cere's eyebrows go up at the sight of her, and Cordova gives a thoughtful humm.

"You must be Cere Junda and Eno Cordova," Zee says happily. "It is a pleasure to meet you both, Cal has told me much about you. However... I could not help but overhear- or well, Monk could not help but overhear and then inform me. Cal is missing?"

She stops part-way within the ship, worry rolling off of her.

"Yes," Cere says. "Bode has stolen the Compass, and we believe he has taken Cal out of our reach to Tanalor."

Zee nods sadly. "How unfortunate. However, Cal is not completely out of our reach. After all, my former master and Dagan Gera had to have reached Tanalor before the Compass had been invented. Surely, if we look through Master Khri's research we are bound to find another way through."

"Fascinating," Cordova says, stepping towards Zee. "You are living history."

"Oh," Zee says, sounding a little flustered.

"Do you know where we can start to find this other way?" Cordova asks, stopping a few steps from her. She gives a sad sigh.

"No, Master Khri had wiped my memory banks before we parted ways. I'm afraid I do not know of any other way to cross the Abyss."

"But much appears to remain," Cordova says. "I have much experience with droids and programming their memory, would you allow me to search your memory banks?"

BD-1 hops off the table and rushes towards Cordova, climbing onto his shoulder and giving a string of encouraging boops.

Zee looks at BD-1 to Cordova, then shrugs. "Oh, why not. I am sure you will find nothing, but it doesn't hurt to try." She turns to Cere then. "I do not know of any way to cross the Abyss, however, there are many places within Koboh where Master Khri's research and teachings remain."

"Anything you have, Zee, would be very helpful," Cere says. "Merrin, would you join me in searching these locations?"

Merrin nods. "Of course."

"And what about me?" Caij butts in. She's leaning against the wall, looking entirely too bored. "Without a working puck I don't see the point in hanging around."

Merrin glares at her. "You said you want to help find Cal," she seethes. "You will help us find Cal, with or without the puck."

She opens her mouth to argue, but Cordova cuts in. "Actually, I was hoping to see if we could breach through the abyss to track young Cal. After searching Zee's memory, I will need your expertise. I am sure there's a way."

Caij looks unhappy about that, but doesn't argue.

Merrin doesn't trust her, but if they want the tracking fob, then there's no choice. She gives Caij a hard look, promising retribution if Cordova even has a single new scratch on him the next time they see each other. Caij looks back indifferently, but breaks into a grin. "Don't frown so much, sunshine, you'll get wrinkles that way."

Merrin glares at her. This is for Cal, she reminds herself as the party splits off, Cere and Merrin heading off to the closest accessible research location of Santari Khri's without needing the key that must be with Cal and Bode.

Once they have Cal back, safe and sound, it'll all be worth it.

#jedi survivor spoilers #jedi fallen order #jedi survivor #sw jedi fallen order #sw jedi survivor #caij vanda #darth vader #greez dritus #merrin #fanfiction #jin writes

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seven-oomen · 6 months

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Had to try to get the image of Arthur Morgan as a space outlaw out of my head. Idea here is; Rex and Ahsoka go undercover for a mission and end up on Tatooine. Where Arthur Morgan is dispatched by Dutch Van der Linde to capture this new ellusive team of bounty hunters. Cause Dutch recons he can hold them for ransom. John and Tilly sneak on board and tag along with Arthur. Things don't go as planned when the people he manages to capture turn out to be Captain Rex of the GAR and Jedi Padawan Ahsoka Tano. Whoops.

The suns set on the horizon, basking the beige sand in red and orange glows while the temperature plunges lower than a Tatooine slave girl’s neckline. To say he’s miserable is a damned understatement. Old faithful Boadicea, a light freighter fitted with several bunk rooms, a cargo-hold, and hidden compartments for hiding all sorts of things or people, struggles to keep up with Tatooine’s shifting temperatures. Meaning that in the dark of the night it’s too cold, and during the blistering heat of the day it’s far too hot to remain inside.

For himself, that’s a minor inconvenience. He’s away most of the time anyway. But for his companions, little John, and little Tilly, two rascals of sixteen and twelve standard years respectively, it’s a detriment to their health. Which means he’s currently stuck doing work with two teenagers yammering on in his ear.

“Are we done yet?” John whines for the fiftieth time that day. His dark long hair is plastered to his dirt stained face. The sun has left it’s mark on John’s pale skin for his cheeks and neck practically glow red from the heat.

“No.” He grumbles, wiping the sweat from his brow. He readjusts his hat on his sandy hair. And peers out into the distance. His target, some sort of bounty hunter, will come up through those cliffs any moment now. And when he does he’ll be ready. He has been for the past two hours.

“This is boring…” Tilly groans on his other side. Her dark hair is twisted up in little buns on each side of her dark face. Her brown eyes peer out onto the canyon below while the sun sets behind them.

“This is a job. And we’ll do it quickly and quietly so we can go home. That understood?”

“Yes, Arthur.” His siblings say in chorus, though he catches their rolling eyes. Little bastards. They’re lucky they’re his favorite. Aside from Sadie, that is. Nothing can really beat the bond he has with his twin sister. Though these two rascals, they come in close.

This isn't posted anywhere I got this idea and I'm just writing it for fun while I try to move past another writing block for Caught somewhere in time. I'm just playing around. Also the idea to ship Arthur Morgan with Captain Rex is just tickling the pickle right now.

#star wars fanfiction #rdr2 #arthur morgan #captain rex #the clone wars #sw tcw #fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic #ben says stuff

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fenrisian-kennel-master · 1 year

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Still working on this fic. What am I even doing? First attempt at spicy fic, first fic in this fandom. First fic at all in many years. And I have to jump in at the deep end? These two I swear. This Azkaellon/Sanguinius ship is causing me major brain rot so I will keep going but they both take themselves too seriously. If I ever finish this the next one will be over the top absurd. Probably involving Abaddon being placed in some silly situation. OK I'm already planning that one.

Anyway, here's a SFW excerpt of my WIP, enjoy?

Azkaellon was late making his report to the Primarch.

Every security check, every investigation of unusual activity that could signal a potential Warp incursion, every attempt to traverse from one end of the damaged Red Tear to the other, took longer than it ought to. The Blood Angels and what remained of the human crew had worked tirelessly to repair the ship’s essential functions and return as much of the ship’s armament to operational status as possible. And, thank the stars, the Geller field had held until they were able to exit the warp into the safe haven of Guilliman’s realm. They were very nearly in orbit around Macragge.

But attending to business as usual was nearly impossible when it took eight tries, a repair team, and finally, Azkaellon’s frustrated punch of gold ceramite to the bloody console, just to open a recalcitrant door from one sector to another.

And so Azkaellon was late. The other Sanguinary Guard redirected him from the primary war room, where the Primarch had been for most of the day, to his training room. “Training room” was something of an absurd understatement to describe the great hall with its impossibly high vaulted ceilings. Yet it had to be so spacious in order to accommodate the Angel, who fought in all directions including up.

Azkaellon entered the room, and turned his gaze upward, and further upward still. The Angel’s pale, winged form was a blur in midair as he shattered a flying drone with a downward thrust of his training spear, pausing a fraction of a second before zooming toward the next. In that pause, Azkaellon glimpsed his lord, and his breath caught. Throne, he is perfect. Not in an abstract sense, or with any poetic license, but literally and truly perfect. Unarmored, wearing only a red loincloth, the Angel’s muscles were taut, his wings outstretched, as he prepared to spring toward his next target.

Azkaellon was thrilled to see his lord in fighting form again. The physical wounds Ka’Bandha had inflicted on the Angel were fully healed, but now his soul was beginning to recover as well. Shrouded in the darkness of the warp storms, Sanguinius had privately wondered to Azkaellon if all his brothers had turned against the Emperor, and if he and his Blood Angels would be entirely alone against the beasts Horus had unleashed. Now that he knew both Guilliman and the Lion remained loyal, it was as if a small part of the massive weight of Horus’s betrayal had been lifted from the Angel’s shoulders. And so, watching his lord soar overhead, Azkaellon’s spirits soared as well.

A drone had managed to sneak in close behind the Angel, extending its energy blade toward his back. Without even looking, Sanguinius flicked his wing behind him, hitting the drone with such force he smashed the machine into the slope of the ceiling and dislodged several of his feathers. One floated down toward Azkaellon. He caught it in one armored hand as it fell past him, examining it for any drop of blood that might signify an injury from the impact. He saw none, and now he heard the smash of two more drones hitting the walls. Almost absently, Azkaellon brushed the finger of his gauntlet along the feather’s edge, imagining its texture.

End program Epsilon,” Sanguinius called out. Azkaellon hastily dropped the feather as the remaining drones powered down and the Primarch swooped down toward the floor.

#azkaellon #sanguinius #azkaellon x sanguinius #primarchs #blood angels #wip fic #horus heresy #sfw

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shameaboutthedilettantism · 2 years

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So I Wait for You Chapter 2

written for Kataang Week 2022 hosted by @kataang-week

Day 2 Prompt: Just Friends

“Hey, Katara, why are you still asleep?” came the annoyingly perky voice of her roommate, Meng.

Katara surfaced slowly from sleep, where she'd been dreaming something warm and pleasant that dissipated so quickly it was gone by the time her eyes squinted blearily open. “Huh?” she queried, voice slumber-roughened.

Then she bolted upright. Her room was bright with morning, each corner illuminated by sunshine. A golden glow surrounded Meng's darkened silhouette and slashed bars of light across the wall behind her. What time was it? Why hadn't her alarm gone off? She patted her nightstand desperately, trying to find her phone so she could figure out how late she was.

Meng's snort of laughter stilled her hand. Katara growled, low and long, the sound rumbling in her throat and soothing her irritation. When would she learn?

After heaving a disgusted sigh, Katara asked “It's Saturday, isn't it?”

Meng's peals of laughter increased in volume. In honking chortles, Meng taunted “I can't believe you fell for it again! You are so gullible! C'mon, get up anyway. Sokka brought pastries.”

Well, that was something worth getting out of bed for, even if it was early on a Saturday. Her brother's girlfriend Suki worked in Republic City's best bakery, Akiko's Kitchen. The couple who owned the shop were of mixed nationality, Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom, and their offerings combined the best of both cuisines. Whenever Sokka drove Suki into work he came home with a delicious selection of treats for his housemates. It made rooming with her brother almost bearable.

Katara couldn't wait to see what he'd brought home today. She flung her covers aside and hopped out of bed. Meng backed into the hallway when Katara leaped up, which was a good thing because her room wasn't really big enough for two people to stand in it. On her way out of the room, Katara snatched her robe off its hook. Yawning as she wrapped the robe around her short nightgown, she trailed after Meng.

They followed the delicious smells of yeast and butter and sugar into the surprisingly updated and airy kitchen of their small rental house. The large window over the sink was open and allowed a fresh morning breeze to waft through the room.

As ever, feeling the breeze on her face made her think of Aang. She rubbed her breastbone, where the ache of missing him centered. Since he's brought up their first meeting while chatting last week, the ache of missing him had intensified. She hated being away from her best friend for so long. This was their longest separation.

Texting back and forth and chatting on Discord didn't quite fill the void she'd lived with for over a year now. Text on a screen could never be as wonderful as seeing his face and feeling the pure comfort of his hand in hers. She closed her eyes and pictured his bright smile in response their homey kitchen. He'd love the steamed red bean buns and the fruit pies, too, even if the latter paled in comparison to Gyatso's. Aang's guardian made fruit pies that transcended the form, the apotheosis of fruit pies. Oooh, maybe she could give Gyatso a call later and ask him to ship her some!

Rather than continue to wallow in her sorrows, Katara did what she thought Aang would want. She redirected her mind from the thoughts causing her distress and focused on the food, on Sokka, and on Meng.

“Hey Sokka” she greeted her brother, who was stuffing his face while scribbling formulas onto a napkin. “What are you writing and do you want some real paper?”

Sokka shrugged. “Nah, this is fine. I just figured out the solution to a problem we had in the lab yesterday and I need to write it down before it slips away.” He stood, tucking the encoded napkin into his back pocket. “In fact, I'm about to meet Teo and Jin to finish up. You're welcome for the food.”

Rolling her eyes, Katara muttered “Give a girl a chance. I only rolled out of bed two minutes ago.” The thanks she offered started out grudging, but settled into true gratitude when Sokka smiled and ruffled her hair. Sure, he could be extraordinarily annoying, but she loved him anyway. Even though Suki was probably the person who really deserved their thanks.

She looked a question to Meng, who promptly defended herself. “Don't look at me like that! I thanked him before I went in to wake you up.”

Niceties observed, both girls turned their attention to the basket of food. Meng's hand hovered briefly over the mooncakes before diving in and selecting a cream bun. Katara grabbed one of the neglected mooncakes for herself, and thanked the spirits that Akiko and Chen had decided to offer the rich treats year round when they proved so popular during the moon festival.

She closed her eyes and hummed in happiness as she bit into the cake. The slight sweetness of lotus seed paste was quickly overwhelmed by the salty, savory flavor of the egg yolk in the center. Absolutely delicious.

Across the table from her, Meng shoved half of her pastry into her mouth and made obscene noises as she chewed it. An odd look came into her eyes, a gleam of remembered mischief, and she sat straighter and waved for Katara's attention.

Covering her mouth, Meng mumbled around a mouthful of bread “Oooh, oooh, I just remembered something I wanted to show you!” Swallowing audibly, she added “You still like guys, right? Your awful ex didn't make you swear them off forever?”

Katara thought briefly of Jet, the awful ex in question. She shuddered, delicately and briefly, then nodded firmly. “Still into male-type-people,” she clarified, “simply choosing to admire from afar for now.”

Meng grinned brightly “Well, that's for the best because this one is so out of reach. In Ba Sing Se or something. Here, let me bring up the video and we can admire from afar together.” Fiddling with her phone Meng explained further, “A friend sent me this Tik Tok and this guy is literally the hottest man on the planet. Maybe on any planet. Spirits, you have to see him.”

Katara nibbled on more of her breakfast while Meng continued to tap at her phone. Finally the other girl stood and motioned Katara to her side. She held the phone so they could both see it.

Tik Tok was open and displayed the results of Meng's search for “handstand challenge.” The top result on the left caught her eye. In it, a young man appeared in profile, balanced easily on his hands, toes pointed nonchalantly skyward. He wore baggy sweatpants and nothing else and he was utterly beautiful, with sleek, clearly defined muscles and long, long legs. Everything she could see of him was delicious.

So it was no surprise when Meng selected that video and let it play. On her phone, the man lifted a hand from the ground, touching it to one knee as he bent it and brought his pointed toes together. Her vision swam as he deftly spun on his remaining hand, swinging his legs into a near split as he did. Ooh, bendy.

“I don't know how he does it,” Meng murmured wonderingly.

Katara stared in awe, but then squinted and leaned closer to the screen as she caught a flash of blue. He had come to rest in a one-armed handstand, his other arm extended gracefully to the side, legs maintaining their near-split. He had sky blue tattoos marking the chi path along his arm. Instantly she knew the extent and pattern of the inked design. And she knew, too, what the pale blue lines meant.

She whispered “He's airbending. His tattoos are the mark of a master airbender.” She remembered Aang's joy and pride when he'd received his. It broke her heart that airbenders were now so rare people didn't even recognize the marks of his mastery.

Katara continued to stare, unblinking, while he held the pose for a small eternity. As she admired his gratuitous physical beauty she fell headlong into the most impetuous crush she'd ever experienced. The physical signs were unmistakable—her hitching inhale and convulsive gulp against a suddenly dry mouth. Her heart sped fast as the wings of a hummingmoth. Something about the lithe lines of his body woke up every cell in hers. Forget the dry mouth; any moment she thought she might begin to drool.

On screen, the man effortlessly pushed off the ground and landed on one foot. He moved almost too quickly for her to follow as he lay back from that position into a pose that she thought might be impossible without the airbending. Regardless of what bending he used to help out, what his body could do was astounding. The he eased upward briefly before sliding into a deep showy bow, turning slightly toward the camera.

When he straightened from his bow and aimed a devastating grin at the camera Katara sat down hard.

Katara could do nothing but stare at the final frame as the shape of the world trembled and reformed. This alluring vision? The most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her entire life? The guy who she found more viscerally appealing than any other person she'd ever seen? The person who'd just completely rewritten the rules of attraction for her, was Aang, her oldest friend. Her mind struggled to contain this duality. Her best friend. The boy who went penguin sledding with her, who held her tight and cried with her when mom got sick, who knew all her petty thoughts and worst instincts and loved her for them rather than in spite of them, was somehow also this gorgeous creature who encompassed everything she found most attractive in a man. When had that happened? Had he been so beautiful all along? How had she failed to notice? And, most importantly, how could she go back to not noticing?

She surfaced from her shocked silence to find Meng finishing a question whose beginning she'd missed.

“Don't you agree?” Meng asked.

“Umm. What?” Katara asked, haze slowly lifting from her thoughts.

Meng huffed slightly, then repeated herself. “I said, well, of course it's bending, and he can bend me any time! He the absolute hottest, don't you agree?”

Katara quickly shook her head. “No! No, we're just friends.”

Her roommate's brow crinkled in confusion, which she gave voice in a squawked “What? What do you mean? You know him? What's his real name? Is he seeing anyone?” Sudden accusation narrowed her eyes “A friend, huh? Why are you blushing bright red?”

Katara swallowed convulsively. “It's hot in here, isn't it? Let's open the window.” Then she remembered that the window was already open and felt her cheeks heat til she worried they might burst into flame. She also realized that she was still staring at the final frame of the video on Meng's phone, Aang frozen with that sexy smirk. How in La's left gill did Aang have a sexy smirk?

Sexy? They were just friends. She shouldn't be thinking of him as sexy, right? But, objectively, he really was. She had lots of friends who she supposed might be considered sexy. Yue and Haru and Ty Lee were all gorgeous. And yet none of them made her pulse race and her skin heat. But this grown-up Aang definitely did. What did that mean?

She thought about how she and Aang were together. They had shared all their secrets, and he knew her better than anyone, even her family. When they were in the same place, they sat as close together as they could manage. They held hands as often as not. And she had no idea how many times she'd kissed his cheek, but she could almost feel the smooth warmth of his skin against her lips when she thought of him. Those were friendly things, right? Sitting near each other and holding hands and cheek kisses? Those could be things people who were just friends did. Right?

Mind distracted by kisses, she wondered how his lips would feel. If she leaned in to kiss his mouth, would he meet her? Did he find her as appealing as she found him? Would he pull her close and hold her tight?

Katara planted her elbows on the table and dropped her forehead into her hands. “Oh no, oh no, oh no. I can't want him! This is going to change everything.”

Meng cackled and turned her phone off. “Okay, Miss I've-sworn-off-men except for the most beautiful man in five nations, you're going to talk, and you're going to talk now, you floozy.”

With every ounce of feeling she had, Katara groaned “Monkeyfeathers.”

~o~o~o~

Aang stared at his text message screen, debating. After many moments of hesitation, he decided this conversation needed a more personal touch. He wiped the sweat from his palms and tapped in one of the numbers he knew by heart.

“Hey, Aang. What do you need?” Sokka's voice communicated intense curiosity.

Aang rubbed the back of his neck, glad his friend couldn't see the obvious tell for Aang's nervous state. “Why do you think I need something? I didn't say I need anything.”

“Dude. You know I don't talk on the phone. You'd text anything that wasn't urgent or sensitive. So. Tell me what you need.” Aang could almost hear Sokka rolling his eyes.

“Okay, you're right. I need a place to stay in Republic City for a few nights.” Aang spoke quickly, before he could lose his resolve.

Rather than respond flippantly or dig for further information, Sokka's voice went completely earnest. “You always have a place wherever I am, Aang. I will never forget how you and Gyatso were there for Katara, for our whole family, when we lost mom. Anything you need, you got it.”

Aang's eyes burned and he blinked rapidly. With a quick sniff and clearing of his throat, he explained the need. “I'm transferring to URC next semester and there are some things I have to do in person. I'll be there in two weeks.”

Sokka actually squealed, his unusual gravity a thing of the past. “That is amazing! What did Katara say? I can't believe she didn't tell me! She must be so happy! Is that why she's been weirder than usual the past few days? But, no, she-”

Aang, tired of waiting for a pause, broke in. “She doesn't know! Please, don't tell her.”

There was a long silence during which Aang could almost hear Sokka shaking his head in confusion. An indrawn breath, then nothing. Sokka waited. Aang waited.

Then he caved. “I thought I might surprise her. You know, just show up and tell her in person? So I can get one of her famous Katara hugs? Is that a bad idea? Won't she be happy to see me?” Aang's resolve faltered a bit.

Sokka chuckled. “Idiot,” he said fondly, “she'll be ecstatic. Hey, if you're getting in Friday night, you should come to the swim team end-of-season party! I'll send you directions and you can surprise her there. Maybe a party would help with her pissy mood, too.”

#my writing #kataang week #kataang week 2022 #day 2 #prompt: just friends #college AU

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cosmicbrowniefan · 2 years

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hi! I'm here for the ship game!

pronouns: any tbh but i really like they/them

height: 5'9 i think (175cm, i have no idea abt the feet system)

hair color: black hair with a lot of blonde highlights

eye color: light amber

sexuality: I'm lesbian but I honestly don't care abt the gender of the chara since it's fictional anyway

personality: INFJ, I've been told that I'm very laid back and calm. I also think I'm quite passionate about the thing I enjoy

hobbies: playing the guitar and practising together with my friends, also smoking:skull:

things i enjoy: learning new songs, playing video games, going on walks, pineapple on pizza, spending my time alone, those 2-3 weeks before the school year is over, ppl actually using any pronouns for me

things i don't enjoy: fics where the reader is super shy/the typical Y/N sterotype, cigarettes (weed ftw), feminine compliments, pick-me's…

other info: Idk if this is relevant but I'm genderfluid!

skin tone and body type: I'm fairly pale and literally turn red when I try to tan at least a little bit (sigh… asian genes…) as for my body type I'd say I'm average?? I don't really have any curves and I'm flat chest-wise. I have some muscles because I go to the gym regularly but that's it.

i ship you with...

max mayfield!

how you met: honestly, you were both going to see eddie munson for weed at the same time. you two both showed up before him, and awkwardly tried to skirt around the idea of what you were doing there, until eddie showed up and you realized you were both there for the same reason.

her first impression of you: here’s basically what was going through max’s mind when she first saw you (before eddie showed up): what the fuck who is that what the fuck i thought i was gonna be alone oh my GOD why do they have to be so attractive and laid back i’m totally making this awkward and weird. her thoughts after eddie showed up: holy FUCK we’re here for the same thing oh my god maybe we can bond over this now fuck i’m gonna need to ask eddie who this person is i’m gonna actually explode they’re so fucking cool. so yeah, the best i can describe her first impression of you by is this internal monologue of hers.

how you got together: you started liking max after a few weeks of knowing her. you picked up pretty quickly that she liked you back, and, knowing her, you knew that you’d have to be the one to initiate anything. so, being the awesome and cool and respectful person you are, you casually ask her out one day while you’re going on a walk together. completely not expecting to be asked that at ALL, max stops in her tracks, then trips on the sidewalk and almost falls, but you catch her. which leads to you making a sarcastic joke about her falling for you. needless to say, max said yes.

what she likes most about you: honestly, max is simping for you CONSTANTLY. everything you do is incredibly attractive to her. playing guitar? attractive. playing video games? attractive. smoking? attractive. laughing? attractive. literally just sitting there? attractive. you’re just so calm and cool and collected and she gets flustered by everything you do. so yeah, in conclusion, max’s favorite thing about you is your vibe. physically, she’s obsessed with your hair.

what you guys enjoy doing together: you guys love going on adventures and finding new spots and hidden gems around town to hang out at! whether it’s a cool café, or an antique store, or some cool greenhouse or shit like that, you guys just love exploring and discovering things together. when you’re not out and about, you like hanging out and smoking and cuddling. you’re often playing guitar while she just sits and listens, admiring how perfect you are.

bonus headcanon: your muscles are one of max’s main weaknesses. how the fuck did you get so strong. she just feels protected and loved by you all the time and loves the reaction she gets when she tells people that she’s dating YOU because you’re just so well-respected and cool and everyone is a little bit in love with you, but max is so proud to be the one that you chose.

#stranger things #stranger things ship game #stranger things ships #reader x stranger things #stranger things x reader #reader insert #match maker #i ship you with #i ship you with stranger things #cosmicbrowniefan asks #cosmicbrowniefan ship game #max mayfield

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shangchiswife · 2 years

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Hello idk if you're taking requests for this but I love this new ship I'm seeing and if possible could you maybe do a doc ock x tasm!Peter x reader where they help her deal with chronic illness/pain maybe? I've been miserable all week from pain and am basically bedridden most of the time bc I can barely sit up without being in immense pain in my back and neck and could use a little fluff haha. Thank you!

hey love, i'm so sorry you've been feeling that way. i really hope this helps and that you enjoy this! also please let me know if i wrote anything wrong because i'd hate to offend anyone by writing something wrong. anyways sorry for the slight delay btw <3

summary: you are in a lot of pain and doc ock and peter help you feel better

doc ock x reader x tasm!peter

warnings: none

word count: 758

You laid in bed, tears coating your cheeks as pain struck your back like a never-ending whip.

This was how it was like. The entire week. Constant pain and agony.

It was only two months when your doctor had told you that you had to be bedridden most of the time due to the illness you were diagnosed with.

Before you had started crying you remember your boyfriend Peter breaking down into a sob while your other boyfriend Otto's face had paled and his grip on your hand had tightened.

They loved you so much and it hurt them to see you in pain.

Now you were left alone at the house while Peter was off being Spiderman and Otto had gone to the store to run a quick errand.

You longed for them to come back because whenever they were around they would distract you from the pain you were experiencing.

A gentle sob escaped your figure as you longed for your boyfriends to come back and wrap their arms around you whispering sweet things in your ear.

While you waited you flipped through channels, trying to take your mind off the pain you were experiencing.

At that moment you heard the door swing open and the thudding of footsteps.

Your heart beat happily.

They were home.

Peter slid over on the ground so that he was present in the doorway, almost slipping on the floor in the process making you let out a small chuckle.

He was still dressed in his Spiderman suit which showed off his toned upper body. His hair was sticky and there was a small patch of ash on his face.

"Hi angel," he smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Hi," you chirped lifting your head up.

Peter cupped your cheeks and then kissed you making sparks fly throughout your entire body.

"Where's Otto?" you questioned, cocking your head to the side.

"Already tired of me, huh?" he asked shaking his head lightly with a small smile on his face.

"It's not that...you just stink," you said honestly as Peter's eyes widened and he stretched one of his arms out to sniff his armpit.

"Ew, you're right, showering right away," he said placing another quick kiss on your lips before darting over to the restroom and shutting the door behind him.

"Wait where's Otto?" you called out to the brown-haired boy but the only response you were given was the shower turning on.

"I'm right here my love," you looked you see Otto come in the doorframe wearing his signature red turtleneck.

He knew the turtleneck was something that you loved to see him in so he wore it often just to please you.

His tentacles started whirring wildly and flew towards you with excitement.

You laughed as the four tentacles cuddled against you.

"Hello boys, were you on your best behavior for Otto?" you cooed as you pet two of them causing them to spin wildly with excitement.

Otto approached you and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek and then plopped down on the bed beside you.

"How are you feeling?" he asked his eyes dark pools of concern.

"I'm feeling much better now that you both are here," you smiled sincerely as Otto took your hand and kissed it.

"So what were you watching?" Otto asked before a loud crashing sound came from the bathroom and Peter filed out, his hair clinging against his forehead.

"Good lord, boy!" Otto put a hand over his chest while you laughed.

"I was worried I was missing cuddle time," Peter stared at the two of you with his big brown eyes before going beside you and putting his arms around you, his wet hair touching your neck.

You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him on the head making Otto knit his eyebrows.

"Hey, I'd like to be included!" the older man protested as he too wrapped his arm around you.

"This is the highlight of my day, it was so horrible but now I'm so happy, thank you guys," you smiled at your boyfriends who looked up at you with pleased expressions.

Their ultimate goal in life was to make you happy.

"We love you Y/N, so SO much we just want you to always be happy and content even if life isn't so great," Peter said while closing his eyes.

Otto grunted in agreement while also shutting his lavender lids.

You laughed softly before taking their heads and putting them closer to you while you too proceeded to shut your eyes.

They made you so happy.

#otto octavius x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #doc ock x reader x peter parker #doc ock x reader

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dumblydork · 3 years

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Patronus

So I wanted to do a bit of canon divergent stuff (as if I haven't already) and write something about Hinny in the OoTP universe, when Harry teaches everyone spells, most especially the Patronus charm. NOW I KNOW he was into Cho Chang at the time, and I mean no Cho hate but my Hinny shipping is superior to her and Harry (oops) so I thought I'd write a cute fluffy imagine on Harry helping Ginny with her Patronus spell!

I hope you like this!

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Wispy smoke blew inside the Room of Requirement, currently not the headquarters of DA, but a simple room with a few extremely comfortable sofas (yes Harry had checked), but the rest was empty. A huge mirror stood on one wall, occupying it completely. And at the moment, it reflected a slightly tall boy, with uncontrollable black hair curling over his ears, and bright green eyes. The wispy white smoke disappeared, swirling around Harry.

Thee door to the room burst, as Ginny rushed in. Harry looked at her through the mirror, as she walked towards him.

"Stupid Flitwick and his post class discussions. I can never seem to escape him. Sorry I'm late." She smiled slightly at the end, coming to stand next to Harry. She stood a few inches away, staring into the mirror as if it were the Mirror of Erised, reflecting a true deep desire. As Ginny stared intently at the mirror, Harry wondered if she truly was seeing something there which he wasn't. Because it did seem like a simple mirror to him.

"Your hair has gotten longer." She commented, meeting his eyes through the mirror, an action which left Harry's heart rate slightly accelerated. Lately, his heart seemed to be doing treacherous things, running away from his brain's commands. Was it something to do with the smiling redhead standing next to him? Harry did not know the answer.

"I think so, it's overdue for a cut. So, let's get practicing!" He announced overly loudly, turning away from the mirror. He brought his wand from inside his robes, and stood in a bit of a poised position, inhaling deeply. He could tell Ginny's eyes were looking at him intently, but right now his mind was completely filling with the many happy memories he had accumulated over the years. He selected one which always worked- it was the one from when he had first cast a Patronus, in third year with Professor Lupin.

Harry's eyes closed as he thought back to when he was almost a baby, the memory oddly clear for being from infancy. He could see his mom, Lily, speak to him, a bright smile etched on her face, and his dad James, do silly jumps in the background, making young Harry laugh in joy. His mouth reflexively curled into a smile and he let out the incantation, slightly softly. "Expecto patronum!" He said, pointing his wand nowhere in particular. When he opened his eyes, there it was, a silvery stag, standing in front of him regally, and it was hard to believe that it was made entirely of smoke. The stag walked around him, circling him one or twice before stopping in front, nuzzling Harry with it's antlers and then disappeared, leaving behind a blueish sparkle.

"Oh my god. That was absolutely gorgeous, Harry. I wish mine came so easily as well." Ginny commented, clearly in awe. Harry's cheeks turned slightly red, as well as a bit of his neck. A simple compliment from Ginny seemed to have filled him with pride and left him slightly embarrassed. This had been happening too often.

"You really have to focus on the memory. And not just think, but almost live it out again. Every single emotion you felt during that episode needs to be felt again. It is definitely challenging, but Corporeal Patronuses often are. Ready?" He asked, moving a bit behind as Ginny stood straight, her wand pointed slightly at the ceiling.

"Wait." Harry said, frowning, before walking up behind her and bringing her arm slightly lower, where it now pointed just above the entrance door. "You need to release a bit of the tension, It's not a hex. Patronus charm can often read the body language, so it needs a slight tenderness." He almost whispered into Ginny's ear, even though there was nobody who was listening in on them. His right hand stayed on the length of her arm for a bit longer, and a slight touch on her waist, before he walked away and put some distance between them. She nodded, and Harry almost missed the slight shakiness in it. He returned to his original place. "Okay, whenever you're ready." He nodded reassuringly, as Ginny looked over, slightly nervous.

"Okay, I'm going to try." She exhaled lightly, eyes closing and for a second Harry simply admired her. Her slim back, slightly arched as she stood straight, red hair falling to the middle of her back in smooth waves. A pale, milky face with a very generous sprinkling of freckles, currently pulled into a slight frown and a lightly pink mouth, slightly open, slightly inviting. Her eyes were shut tightly, reliving her happiest memory.

Harry was almost rendered breathless as he inhaled how beautiful Ginny had become. This sudden noting of her beauty had started at the beginning of fifth year, when he had started to see Ginny in a completely different context apart from Ron's sister. She had to have changed, right? Harry most definitely was the same from last year- same man, same feelings.

"Expecto patronum!" Harry heard her say, and a light wisp of smoke left her wand, dancing around the two of them. Ginny smiled brightly, looking over at Harry who nodded enthusiastically. They were both just getting used to the abstract shapes when most of the silver combined to leave behind a tall horse in it's wake, with a flowing mane. Much like Harry's stag, it seemed entirely difficult to believe that this was made out of silver smoke and nothing else. They both watched amazed, as the horse ran around the room, finally settling in a curl around Ginny, his mane teasing her lightly.

And then Harry saw Ginny all over again- bathed in the faint glow of her Patronus, her cheeks slightly tinged red from happiness and her lips pulled into a grin so huge that it crinkled the corner of her mocha eyes. Not to mention a slight dimple right in the apple of her cheek, a detail which was novel to Harry. He stood there, amazed, at how a single person could carry a universe's worth of beauty and warmth in them.

Ginny's Patronus stood there, and she looked at Harry. "Why don't you cast yours too? The two would look so pretty!" She suggested, playing with the mane of her patronus, which was definitely enjoying the attention. A low laugh escaped her and it took all of Harry's willpower to not dip and kiss her then and there.

And then it came tumbling onto him. All these new feelings were obviously, quite obviously because he had started fancying Ginny Weasley. And he realized, that it wasn't she who had changed- it was him. She had always been the bubbly, warm, beautiful girl she was, currently bathed in a ethereal silver glow, she looked otherworldly. All of these details were slightly stunning to Harry, but he could not help the giddiness spread through his chest anyway.

"Harry? Go on." She nudged, and he was brought back down to Earth, from his astronomical freefall as he processed this adoration for Ginny.

"Yeah." He said absent mindedly, but cast the Patronus anyway. The stag returned, clearly happy to engage with Harry, and looked questioningly at Ginny and her horse. Then moved towards them equally as cheerfully as he playfully butted with the horse, the two of them chasing each other around the room.

"A stag and horse. How interesting." He noted quietly, as Ginny's smile stayed. Her eyes met Harry's, torn away from the two silver beings and her smile widened, a bright sparkle in her eye. And Harry was thrown back into freefall.

The two silvery-blue Patronuses played with each other, bouncing across the room and suddenly it was clear- that was why the room had been empty apart from just the sofas.

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NB: Okay, so this didn't turn out as fluffy as I had imagined, but changing direction midway to make it about Harry realizing his feelings for Queen Ginny is never a bad idea.

I hope you enjoyed this nonetheless!

#hinny #hinny headcanon #romance #fluff #ootp #harry potter #ginny weasley #canon divergent #imagine

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idjitlili · 3 years

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W-wait you kidnapped, Jareth?

Obi-wan x reader

(Not my image)

Summary: Dropped into a strange world, pretty much on to a Obi-wan's lap, only for him to take pity on you. What a pity...

Word count:6237

Warnings: Kidnapping of a non-starwars character, tight pants wearing person.../ tight pants/ references to something under tight pants. Post Padme and Anakin reuniting. Some language. Age gap.

Okay, so maybe you had been in another dimension, with no intention,with a bit of a mind flip, you're into the time slip. You don't know how it happened one minute you was sleeping, having one of those dreams when you are falling but you couldn't wake up, until you had shot awake from painful landing.

Well, the landing wasn't painful, two points of impact, under your legs and on your shoulder blades. Opening your eyes suddenly, to see a auburn haired man, his eyes bright, as they starred into yours, yes he was handsome. Some sort of cream wrap tunic, dark brown shirt underneath, hiding his chest. It was hot, very hot, how was his face no sweating, your arm now around his shoulders to prevent you from falling. No doubt your face showed shock.

"Who are you?!"

What else was you supposed to say, other than 'where am I?' It was not long at all before 'Obi- wan' the man who had caught you had taken you to some green guy called Yoda. Aliens, you would not have guessed it, well most people know there are actually aliens, there are so many galaxies. There was no earth in the place, so they had concluded it be some sort of bigger power had brought you were.

Yoda seemed nice enough, basically the Lady Galadriel of this place, insuring you that no harm would come to you. Of course, he had put the top Jedi on the job, Obi-wan, why did you have to put with the handsome ones, you'd end up red faced even if he looked at you. If he wasn't a nice person then he would've just dropped you.

In the short time you had been in this place, you had wondered why you had fallen in this place in your shoes. However, that is irrelevant, you had learnt about Jedi and siths, typical good guys versus bad boys. Not bad boys...not yet, of course I'm thinking about Din Djarin,well he's not evil.

Yoda did have a lot to say, except oh yes just so you know you've just been dumped into a foreign universe and now you are going on a space ship. You had been given a bag, with sets of clothing for you as well as some other supplies. Obi-wan being himself, not that you knew his regular behaviour, took your bag, when you were both walking towards the ship. Not that it was in view not yet.

"W-wait, so we are going into space?" Your voice laced with panic, as you speed walked next to Obi-wan to keep up. He had let out a deep chuckle.

"Where else would we go, little one?"

"Uhm, literally anywhere else, do I not get food before we leave? I just got here! I'm starving."

The ship, now in view, was it floating? Was it just on a platform? Nope it was floating, did you just the force to do that, like an elevator? Looking at the Jedi, grinning as you both got closer and closer to the ship.

"It's not that bad, I won't let anything happen to you, nothing will if I am the one steering it anyways..." Obi-wan whispering last bit, but you still heard him, brows scrunching toward, who else would be piloting the ship? You? Never. That when you saw him, stood on ramp of the ship, assuming he was waiting for you and Obi-wan. His hair short, light brown and spiked. Was that a rat tail? Oh gosh. He was cute, but you could tell he was trouble.

"Oooh, Master, I thought you said no attachments." Obi-wan had scoffed at the boy, as you both got dangerously close, the boy looked at you with a smirk, his cheeks bunching up like a clown. That he was indeed.

"This is Anakin, Anakin, Y/n, she will be coming with us," Obi-wan looked at Anakin who still was looking at you, only at his master briefly. When he did Obi-wan's face could only be described as that face off Zoolander, Blue steel. Why was he pursing his lips, was he expecting a peck or was that just his stern face?

Of course when you held your hand out to shake his, he had took your hand in his pressing his lips to your knuckles. You looked at Obi-wan wide eyes, was this legal? Was Anakin even an adult? Only just, but still, he was not your type.

"Anakin, that's enough, what have I told you?" Pulling Anakin from you , pushing him into the ship, Anakin turns his face to you sending a cheeky grin. Only for Obi-wan to give him another shove out the ship. Obi-wan gesturing you for you to get on before him, with a small smile. "Thank you."

You weren't sure where you were going, hell, you didn't even know what planet you had just been was, but now you say in a seat gripping it, as Obi-wan began to pilot the ship, is that what it was called? Was called something different? You weren't sure, all you knew is this was scary. If you crashed there was little chance of survival, there's no oxygen in space.

Anakin sat next to Obi-wan, both focused on the darkness in front of them. You sat on seat that you could only describe as one of those joint seats at the back of a bus, an British bus. Maybe it's the same for different countries? The chair against the wall, you had strapped your bag down in the seat next you , as well yourself.

You had completely forgotten that you were wearing a baggy t-shirt with trousers, and shoes. That night you must've been so tired that you didn't change, you don't know what happened that night. You must've looked very out of place, especially with what you had seen everyone else was wearing. Why were they all dressed as Jesus? You were surprised they were surprised they weren't wearing sandals.

"So, where are you from?" Anakin had spoken gently not taking his face from his position, had made you snap out of thoughts.

"Y/h/c." You weren't sure if he meant planet, you had just stuck with your home country. Anakin had clicked his tongue, thinking, before he could say anymore Obi-wan had stopped him.

"She's not from this galaxy, Anakin." Obi-wan spoke like Anakin was supposed to know that, well you was wearing a shirt that literally had Keanu reeves face on it.

"Well then, how did you get here?"

"I was sleeping in my bed, and then I was falling somehow, whoa Obi-wan happened to be standing below me, and caught me, the end." Anakin had let out a loud snort turning to his master.

"No attachments, well, Master, if I didn't know better, I would say this was the beginning of something that was meant to be." You swear you saw Anakin raise his eyebrows at Obi-wan, though you couldn't see properly from sitting behind.

"Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth." Why did that sound so familiar... Obi-wan was harsh to his Padawan, he didn't seem to be repulsed by you, maybe he felt uncomfortable by the tone of Anakins voice. W-wait did he just quote Gandalf?

After that everything was silent, for a while anyways, Obi-wan soon told you to go to the bathroom thing in the ship, you had already forgotten what he called it. Informing you that you should change into a set of clothes you were given; so that you would not stick out.

Clothing choice was good considering; you didn't know where you were going but you were glad you were given trousers for walking. Especially what you had been heard, you did not fancy being killed because you had tripped on the dress you were wearing.

The only reason they had took you to this planet was for them to negotiate with someone, you could swear you saw one of them talking to someone on a hologram, why didn't they just do that. When you did arrive, you had to walk far into town. Security reasons, but the ship stood out more on it's own.

You were definitely not expecting to end up in pub, where else would they find a bad guy. It wasn't high tech like you had thought, it was a tavern, old fashioned. For a hot climate the bar was quite cool.

Strange that Obi-wan had made you sat at a table alone, there was a open space, you assumed for dancing, sat at a booth, you had perfect view to the little stage. Though there was no one there. Obi-wan and Anakin had went searching in the bar for the man or woman , or them, you weren't sure. You didn't understand how it was safer for you to be alone.

Twiddling your thumbs bored, the chat of bar was considerably low, it had already began to get dark. Soon enough the pub would be packed. You hadn't seen the man make his way on stage, standing in front of a microphone, while a couple of other people set up behind him. He did not look the band sort, but those other men were there to play the instruments, since there was only one mic.

It was only when the music began to play did you look up, a skinny man, stood at the microphone, his eyes the brightest blue, though his left pupil bigger than the right. His eyebrows had no ends, eyeshadow flicked up into an wing , the end facing his hairline, his cheekbones clearly highlighted. His hair huge , blond, long as well as being a mullet.

His shirt crisp white,with a leather brown vest, his sleeves puffy. The vest only went above his hip bones, beneath that was some very tight pants. They were almost leggings, the grey clearly presented his package. The boots what a slight heel on them reaching up his calves.

This man was clearly handsome, but he reminded you so much of Bowie, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

"There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes

I'll place the sky

Within your eyes."

His gloved hands on the microphone, as your eyes were glued to him, his eyes gliding over the bar before meeting yours. His eyes eyes latching onto y/c ones, a grin spread across his face, showing his slightly croaked teeth. You quickly looked around making sure he was looking at you, glancing at Obi-wan and Anakin who were busy arguing.

"There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast

In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon"

As your eyes went back to the man, his position now moved, instead of a microphone, he had a mouth piece, a few people waltzing together on the now on the empty space from earlier, but now it wasn't empty. Your heart raced as the man continued to sing, heading your way slowly, dancing with others as he did so.

"Within your heart

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all"

You don't what possessed you to stand up, but you did. Your feet pulling you towards the dance floor, a smirk upon the mans face as he saw you approaching him, you had blinked and with that he had disappeared. Your eyes searching the crowd, he was still singing.

"But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling in love."

You were feeling embarrassed when you could not find the man, especially being on the dance floor alone. You had almost had a heart attack when someone had placed their hand on your arm. Turning around you were face to face to the grinning man, offering you his hand. Your hand in his gloved one, the other on his shoulder, his on your waist.

"I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now

We're choosing the path

Between the stars"

Smiling up at the man, you felt like nothing else matter, as you waltzed with him, your movements so smooth that his hair didn't even know. Maybe he wore a lot of hairspray. Your eyes never leaving his, you couldn't remember knowing how to waltz.

"I'll leave my love

Between the stars

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling-"

What you did not notice was the two Jedi's calling your name, as they searched for you, only for Obi-wan to lock eyes onto you, getting Anakins attention, as he sighed. One rumb of the moustache and both of them started heading your way.

Jareth at eyes finally left yours, he had stopped singing, he had not let you go though.

"What are you doing, Y/n?" You had instantly unlaced your hand from the man, turning to face Obi-wan's disapproving glare, Anakin sniffled under his hand, glad he wasn't getting in trouble...again.

"Dancing?" You had even had a second to react when Anakin had stroked his moustache again, and the man was cuffed. Pulling you gently by the arm, you all made your way out of the bar, no doubt that was embarrassing. You had accidentally gotten the guy captured because you danced with him. Then again, Obi-wan would've spotted him singing as well, so maybe it wasn't your fault. Little nervous to why they wanted him, hopefully not for murder.

Once you did make it back to the ship, Anakin was to fly the ship, while the strange man sat next to your bag, and you next to Obi-wan across from him.

"I don't understand, I'll did was dance with him, he didn't try to kill me, so what's the problem?" Obi-wan scoffed, staring at the man, not turning to even look at you.

"The problem is that he kidnaps children."

"No, I take the unwanted ones, those that are wished away." That sounded familiar, the hair, the pants, the David Bowie everything, it was clear who this man was.

"Ben, you can't speak him like that, do you not know who you have captured? He's Jareth, the goblin king!" Jareth had just smirked at Obi-wan, quite frankly the outburst had made Obi-wan jump. No one called him Ben.

"W-well, I've heard stories of The Labyrinth."

"I'm sorry, how did I not see it before, the hair, the music, the very tight pants , the-"

"Why were you looking at his trousers?" Obi-wan now had turned to face you, his eyes eyes searching your face for answer, his voice stern, your face blushed. You really needed to stop talking about pants all the time.

"Do you want her to look at yours instead,Master?" Obi -wan had choked his bearded face reddening. His eyes now off your face.

"Oh, I've already looked, what about some tighter pants , I must say you have lovely arse though." Placing a hand on Obi-wan's lower thigh, if his face was red before it was now, he couldn't look at you. A gentle squeeze of his thigh, and he had to excuse himself.

Once Obi-wan was out of ear range, the three of you laughed, though Anakin hadn't seen nor knew what tipped Obi-wan over the edge. However, Jareth had smirked at you, he knew very well what you had done. You had barely had known Obi-wan for four days, and he already felt like he was breaking the rules.

It was very clear why Obi-wan actually left the room, his trouser were now tight on him.

"So, love.." You were surprised, obi-wan had taken the cuffs off Jareth in the ship and left him with you. One of his legs , thrown over the end on table, as if it was an arm of a chair.

"Stop that." Anakin's voice stopped Jareth saying anymore.

Before you knew it, you had been talking to to Jareth the whole journey back, Obi-wan had came back shortly after; sitting next to Anakin.

It was not like you had anything better to do other than speaking to the fae, Obi-wan just criticising Anakin. 'He's overly critical.' What do you want Anakin, a kiss on your cheek, oh sweetie you are doing absolutely amazing at killing the guys on our side.

Stepping out of the ship, Jareth now singing another song, like he was in a movie or something. You had caught eyes with about her man in robes, another Jedi. Hold on, that couldn't be Samuel L Jackson?

"Hey, Jareth?"

"Yes, love."

"Can't you just magic yourself out of this situation back to the your castle?" Jareth's hands weren't cuffed still, he had turned his face towards you with a grin, looking back at him, you felt bad he was only helping he wasn't killing people or anything. He was a lovely guy.

"Yes, I can, I was just waiting for a kiss goodbye." Pointing to his cheek, your pinks slightly pink as your pressed a kiss to his soft skin. With that you had pulled away, one last smile, he had turned dramatically, spinning his cape with him, glitter flying everywhere. Off flew a a light brown owl. He was gone.

"Mother fucker." Your lips turned up slightly trying to prevent a grin, as you turned back to the Jedi's that did not look impressed. Well, Anakin he did not care he just smiled, knowing you were probably were going to get in trouble. You literally didn't even do anything, all you did was kiss the mans cheek.

"What did you do?" Obi-wan eyes on you , his words like a sharpened butter knife, you could say unnatural...even supernatural. This hands on his hips, pushing his robes back.

"W-what? Me? I told you he was bloody magic ;but no, you didn't listen."

"Control yourself, now come, Master Yoda requests all of you." Did he just tell Obi-wan to calm himself , he just called Jareth a motherfucker.

The meeting with Yoda, Windu and the three of you, wasn't with the Jedi republic. According to Yoda, this matter wasn't of importance, he didn't expect You'd been able to hold Jareth for very long. Master Windu, didn't give no shits, he was disappointed.

It wasn't like he killed a bunch of kids, not like Anakin was going to. Not just the men, but the woman and the children too. Jareth basically had loads of Goblin children living their best life's in the goblin city, that wasn't threatening. So, the Goblin king got away, why don't you go kill bloody Palpatine.

The next few weeks were not as eventful, stuck in your room bored, it was awkward to go out you didn't know anyone. Especially not Obi-wan you were pretty sure he hated you at the moment. You did not want to have to get involved with him and Anakin training. Exercise...no thanks.

You really did feel bad for how you acted towards Obi-wan, he was a Jedi you couldn't touch him like that. So, when he turned up at your room in the evening, with your dinner, it was surprising. Normally you'd get brought to dinner by one of the younglings.

Obi-wan stood in front of you with a small smile as he held the tray. The tray with two plates of dinner.

"O-oh, hi," pulling the door open with the door handle allowing Obi-wan into your room, before shutting it behind him.

"I thought maybe you wanted someone to eat with you," He did not expand further. Obi-wan was a kind man, he took a pact basically to have no family no nothing, just to protect the galaxy. With a high chance of death, he was a noble man, you couldn't think of anyone you knew from back home that would do that. You should not have gave him a boner.

Placing the tray on the table within your room, but instead of sitting down, he had lifted the whole table towards the balcony. Obi-wan has , went to Yoda before coming to your room, stating this was strictly professional nothing more. Yoda had just laughed. "Dine with her , you will."

Seeing what Obi-wan was doing, you had grabbed a chair too, onto the the stone of the balcony. The view of the planet, Coruscant was not the best, but it was better than looking at a wall. Ten again you'd be eating in a moment so you wouldn't have to look at either. Fresh are was good though.

Sitting down at the round table with Obi-wan was weird, you really felt guilty for your behaviour it was eating you up, whilst you both ate your dinners up. Looking up to Obi-wan, his eyes fixed to his plate as he struggle to cut a potato, his golden hair tucked behind his eyes. Orange light from the setting sun shined into his hair, as well as his cheeks, his eyes glistening.

"The way I acted on the ship, was completely inappropriate, I am so sorry, there is no excuse for my behaviour. I admit I'm glad you are here now. I don't expect you to forgive me."

Obi-wan's eyes now looking back into yours, his eyebrows frowning together slightly, his knife and fork on his plate, as he lent back in the chair. Rubbing your sweaty hands along your trousers roughly, a small laugh let his lips.

"I must have missed something, you complimented my behind and squeezed my knee. That's hardly anything to apologise for, if anything I would've expected an apology for not listening to my orders." That guilt did seem to fade away, mostly. Your cheeks reddening, as Oni-wan continued to look at you.

"I'm sorry for not following your orders, especially when in a pub on a strange planet."

Smiling at each for a moment before going back to your dinners before they got cold. Not speaking fully until you had both finished eating.

This became a daily occurrence for weeks, then months. You were still not returned home, you were stuck. You didn't feel alone not like you did when you first arrived. You did miss home very much, but nothing could be done about that.

Sometimes, sorry, every time Obi-wan went out of Coruscant you went with. Even if it was dangerous, either you'd stay in the ship or simply go wherever with him. It wasn't hard to see how close you had gotten to Obi-wan, the Jedi council did not like it one bit, not that you knew that. Obi-wan had insisted that he had been assigned to protecting you and that was what he was doing. Not that was far from the truth.

No attachments, Kenobi? Okay.

What makes matters worse you had no currency, it wasn't hard to guess who would supply you with clothing's such. Obi-wan would take you to the market to buy you anything you needed. In return, well, there wasn't much you could do, certainly wasn't safe for you to go off on your own, especially not being from this universe. So, you just kept him company.

Anakin being Obi-wan's padawan he came along too, not to the market but on missions, but that was obvious. You had felt like a burden , you really did, being reassured you weren't, Obi-wan had given you a role. A purpose. You were their healer.

Not Obi-wan purposely getting small injuries, he'd argue wit himself and sometimes Anakin, that it wasn't on purpose and if it was it was only to make you feel like you part of their team. Not that Obi-wan longed for the soft touches of your skin on his.

However, he was not expecting you to get hurt, no he would not have, he had sworn to protect you and he had failed. You had arrived on this strange planet for 'negotiations' for this clan to basically team up with the republic, but Darth Maul had gotten there first. Of course, you had been kidnapped, since Obi-wan told you to stay in the ship.

Darth held you off the floor by the back of your neck, holding the lightsaber out ready to kill you, not really just leverage. Obi-wan and Anakin in front, they really had no plan. Well, Darth Maul almost stabbed you, but you had the higher air and took a blade from your pocket and stabbed yourself. Blood pouring out of your Abdomen, as your eyes watered, your throat blocked up.

Dropping you to the floor, Darth Maul had laughed. "Oh, I like her." Obi-wan did not like that at all, seeing you face down on the cold floor him an Anakin activated their lightsabers.I could describe the whole fight sequence, but you already know Darth Maul wiggled himself out of that situation back to the Sith, not surprising, you wouldn't remember anyways, you had passed out.

The clan now on the republics side, only because the Jedi's had saved them and promised protection.

Obi-wan had carried you back to the ship with Anakin, who began to start the ship. He felt guilty to wake you up, he would rather stitch you up when you were unconscious.The thought of hurting you plagued his heart, maybe he should get Anakin to do it. No, he couldn't go through with someone else hurting you.

Grabbing the medical kit, Obi-wan had made his way back to the bed, your body still, he would've been happy if this was Anakin. The thought crossed his mind, to stab Anakin, so he'd bloody shut up. Our tunic now drenched with blood, he could clearly see the tear in your shirt. He was not going to wake you , deciding just to cut a square out of your shirt.

You wouldn't be surprised if that shirt wasn't fashion back home, you know people wearing bandanas as shirts, here's what hot now, reveal your hip and your abdomen with a square hole! Who knows, I don't know anything about fashion, except I dress like David Bowie. Shut up , no one cares.

Your face was already laced with cold beads sweat, like Obi-wan but he felt like furnace, his long hair pushed back, his lips squished together as he grabbed the anaesthesia, pulling up your sleeve carefully before injecting it quickly. Then he had gotten to work, soon enough, you was stitched up.

Only problem was, that Sith had damaged the ship, so Anakin only got the three of you so far before having to land on freezing planet. But, it gets better, Anakin being really great, and supposedly a great pilot had hit the side of a mountain. Snow had covered the ship, you were trapped by an ocean of snow.

Of course, R2 hadn't came in this trip, just luck, only thing that was working was the heating and lights, the signal had gone. No way to contact anyone, however, someone was bound to notice in a few days something had gone wrong.

This was not going to be like without a paddle, where you'd all be in your underwear and spoon. We do not shaggy here, um? Get it before Shaggy is in that movie?

Eventually, you had woken up, a little dizzy, probably would not have if Anakin wasn't having a tantrum. You didn't even question how you got back to the ship, your shoes tapped quietly against the floor , as you made your way to the cockpit. Both Obi-wan and Anakin were stood in the centre of the room, Anakin point and clenching his fists, Obi-wan just stood there.

You got a feeling that Anakin was not good at keeping his emotions in check, why was he always so emotional. Obi-wan was now sipping juice, no blue milk, yuck, Anakin still shouting.

"You're jealous, master. You're afraid I am getting too powerful, you want me to fail!" Placing his drink down, Obi-wan had caught your eyes, his face lightened into a smile from his frown. "Mum, you think I am ready to be a Jedi Master, right?" His eyes soft on the sight of you, coughing slightly, you had looked back at Obi-wan who turned to you in a swing, now amused by his Padawan.

"I'm sorry, aren't I a similar age to you?" The cold temperatures from the snow, had transferred into the ship, but Anakins cheeks still burned. He just stood looking at you unable to speak, Obi-wan had laughed patting his Padawan on the back once.

"Don't worry about it; he does it to everyone. When he was younger, it was difficult to convince him to stop calling me father. Sometimes, he still does."

"Liar, I do not. You treat me like a whore ; calling everyone my father. I do not, it was mistake!" Anakin was overwhelmed, his voice defensive and loud as he left the room, leaving you with Obi-wan, who's lips were twitched into a large smile , as he stroked his moustache.

For a few moments you both stood in silence, before you had looked down to the ache and coldness on your lower abdomen. A hole on in your shirt where you we're stabbed, now stitched up.

"Oh yes, sorry about your shirt." Your finger tips tracing the fabric, then touching the wound, pain shot through your body, letting out a welp. Obi-wan eyes had widened, stepping close to inspect the wound again, why would you poke it?

"It's just a shirt, it's not like you don't buy them all anyways, thank you for that again, also thank you for stitching me up , that was you?" Your voice quiet, under his gaze, a deep chuckle had left his mouth.

"Yes, I did, I hardly trust Anakin's flying, how are you feeling? That was very well done back there, but I do recommend you don't do it again." You had scoffed, letting out a short laugh after, Obi-wan looked at you rising his eyebrows, to warning you.

“Oh, yes, I plan on stabbing myself again, who do you think I am? Loki? Okay, maybe I’ll fake my death for attention too.” Obi-wan’s hands gently placed on your shoulders, squeezing lightly , as he looked into your eyes. His blue orbs intensely on yours, his hair neatly tucked back.

“I wouldn’t allow that, from now on you don’t stay in the ship alone, If something happens to you I’d never forgive myself, and I believe that you were sent here for a reason. Not to die.” His hands had left you , smiling at you once more, before leaving the cockpit.

Not only after that you had retired to your bed, in clothes without holes, your now many blankets covered you. Thanks to Obi-wan again, since you all spent so much time on the ship, it was necessary for situations like this. Of course, as long as the ship wasn’t blown up again.

Though the heating was working, it didn’t stop the cold from the outside. Curled up so tight in your blankets, trying to retain heat, you could not get comfortable to sleep. The cold nipping at your feet and cheeks, your nose was probably red too.

Only an hour or two from when you first got into bed, sighing , all your blankets wrapped around you, stepping out of bed. Quietly, making your way around the ship, just to tire yourself out, or to make yourself really cold. So, when you would get back into bed you’d be like ‘oooh warm’ and fall asleep.

You had meant to wake in on Obi-wan sat in his chair in the cockpit, wrapped up in his robes, seemingly fast asleep. His arms crossed, his auburn hair covering his face , neck cranked forward. He was going to have a sore neck in the morning.

Turning on your feet, slowing walking out of the room, pulling your blankets tighter. A sigh had left Obi-wan’s mouth, not loud but you heard it. Your movement now softened, you continued with tiny steps.

“I know you are there, Y/n, come back.” No doubt you almost peed yourself, hearing Obi-wand raspy voice, he had been a sleep, you felt horrible. Walking back from the door way, Obi-wan had turned to chair to look at you.

“I didn’t mean to wake, I didn’t know you was even in here.” Obi-wan opened his mouth yawning loudly, before looking back at you, snorting a laugh, at your choice of clothes.

“What are doing up?” Shifting on your feet, covered with socks, the icy floor numbing them.

“Can’t sleep, aren’t you cold?” You wondered if Anakin was having trouble sleeping too, he must’ve been fine, since he left Obi-wan in here. Obi-wan probably never meant to fall asleep, waiting for anyone to contact. Shaking his head, he had opening his arms up gesturing you over.

“Come here, darling.” Not sure on what he was going to do, yet you still walked towards him, you trusted him. You were glad if you were stuck you was stuck with the Jedi. Pressing his palm around your clenched hand that held tightly onto your blanket. His hands were really warm, like had them between his thighs. His lips moulded into a circle shape, inhaling sharply.

“Oh, I should’ve brought you more blankets.” His hand still on yours, looking up at you, a small smile on your face, your teeth felt like ice cubes, a few moments went by, you weren’t sure what he was waiting for or what you were waiting for.

“ Do you think I could stay here...with you?” Your cheeks now felt hot, the words barely a whisper, you shouldn’t have asked, it’s completely inappropriate. “I-I can go back to bed-“

“Nonsense.” Obi-wan had pulling you into his lap, okay, so maybe you thought he would’ve been like yeah and you would’ve sat in the chair next to him. You head resting against his chest, his stubble tickling upon your head. Obi-wan’s arms wrapped around you tightly, sealing the blankets. Yours around his waist, feet tucked up on the chair, as well. Obi-wan warmth surrounded you with his scent, the soft touch of his lips against your temple.

“Am I allowed to love you, Ben?” Your eyes fluttered closed, your voice barely above a whisper, Obi-wan’s heart hitched into his throat. He flirted too often and he knew it, and he knew that his feelings weren’t platonic either, he wouldn’t have spent dinner every night alone with just anybody.

“No, I suppose you’re not.” What would the council feel about this, he wished he could blame Yoda for making him guardian over you and that first dinner with you.

“If you aren’t supposed to have attachments, then what am I? You promised Master Yoda to protect me, isn’t that an attachment. Would anyone be able to tell? You have to be with me pretty sure all day anyways.”

Your words made him ponder for a moment, he knew you were right, you had already acting like you were together for a long time, not directly in front of council though. It was clear Anakin saw it too, he wouldn’t have called you mum, that was weird though. Maybe he has a kink think because he hasn’t seen his mum since he was 9.

Obi-wan looked over you all the time, brought you everything you needed, ate dinner with you, kept you warm, stitched you up, protected you from strange people. There were times where you’d turn up to his room crying, or upset or missing home, he’d comfort you. Similarly to this situation, you’d end up in his bed, not like that, you in his arms stroking your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple as you fell asleep. It was not new.

“You are right, I love you.” Looking up to the Jedi, as he smiled down at you.

“You do?”

“I do.” He may not have kissed you then, but you had time, you weren’t about to let Anakin take him from you. What mattered was you were together, even being away from your home, you had another. With Ben and a ‘son’ that was older than you.

Oh , Anakin was so cheeky when he had awoken in the morning seen you against his masters chest.

“I knew it.”

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Te amo

I am working on a few of the other prompts and a part 2 to prompt 4 the soulmate au I just recently got another puppy and I still have uni work to do so I'm a bit behind schedule with these and I'm so sorry. Hopefully this little kinda songfic makes up for it.

13th doctor x female reader

Warnings: swearing as usual, fluffy, sad thoughts, twist the original songs meaning, long as fuck.

Probably terrible as its my first songfic

I don't know much Spanish so some of the examples later on are Google translated and I know it can be wrong so I do apologise for any mistranslations

This is based off Rhiannas song Te Amo but I'm switching it up a little. I dont why 13th doctor came into my head when I was listening to it but it gave me this lil oneshot idea so enjoy! The picture is not mine but the rainbow effect added is done by me! Same for the picture later on.

I've been travelling with this amazing alien for a whole year now. The adventures are always amazing if she's there! The others sometimes complain and say its boring, especially on a junk planet but to see her face light up with excitement makes my day and it well worth the dirt we cover ourselves on by the time we are done. And when she finds something that she thought was useful and it turns out, it's not her scrunch is amazing.

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm in love with this alien. I know, weird, a human and an alien together? But I can't help it! I'm completely besotted with her. If she even looks in my direction, my legs go to jelly and I get butterflies. I know, cheesy. But thats exactly how I feel around her. I barely want to touch her because I nearly fainted the last few times. And I fear she may pick up on how I'm distancing myself from her. I don't want to break her heart and leave, the thought of her look kills me as is so I'm trying to get her to kick me off.

It doesn't seem to be working though. I've been distancing myself since I found out about how I feel, which is now 6 months ago and she's trying to get me to be as close as I was with her.

I'll tell her. On one of our amazing adventures but I can't do it straight forward, it's making me sick with anxiety just thinking about it. I'll fancy it up, make her work it out. Whenever we are next to each other and the moment is right, I'll tell her in another language!

I finally get out of bed after I finished writing in my diary. I slip some comfy clothes on and head out to the TARDIS library and hope no one is there, especially her. I'll be distracted and right now, I need to concentrate. I wonder the warm halls, grateful that the TARDIS had considered my preferences. I think the TARDIS likes me more than the others because I talk to her and show her gratefulness for taking us somewhere amazing and I chat to her regularly and I try to involve her in my conversations. The others find it weird, except for the Doctor, she just smiles and joins in with me. Im still learning how to translate her but I think I've sort of got it.

I reach my hand forward and grab the aged bronze doorknob and open to the giant room. There were so many floors that an elevator had to be used to access some of them as the Doctor said "walking would literally take weeks to reach some floors". Thankfully the TARDIS organises them to make them easier to find. I looked forward and saw an interactive map in front of me. My hands touched the screen and many subjects and categories came up. Anything ranging from kiddie tales to straight up smut, I have a feeling either River or Missy are to blame for that addition.

I've never met them but the TARDIS showed me videos from her database and brought books to my attention about them. They both seem very dirty minded people so I'm not surprised those are there. I wonder if the Doctor has ever stumbled upon this section or is it for none Doctor eyes only? If she does know about them, has she ever read one? No, don't go there you stupid brain! She probably doesn't know!

I quickly stop that train of thought and catch my breath. I've never thought about those kinds of things about anyone before. Stupid Timelord, making me go all weird and think dirty things. Now my face is all red, I really hope I'm alone in here. I quickly focus back to the task at hand, finding a new language to learn. The TARDIS seemed to know where to go and blue arrows appeared, guiding me to the right section in what could be a maze.

As I walking, I felt excitement rise within me. What if she felt the same way? What if she was impressed by how far I wanted to go just to say those 3 words? Would her hazel honey eyes sparkle with delight? Would she scronch her nose in amazement?

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the language learning section and there were many alien languages but the TARDIS seemed to have a better idea of what would be perfect for me as a white hardback book fell off the 4th shelf onto the wooden floor. I picked it up and noticed how smooth the cover was and how old yet unused it looked. The white was a little off, almost a dull cream from ageing which made the gold writing harder to read. The title was simple:

Spanish basics and need to knows.

I did always find Spanish in school fun to learn, more than French or German anyway and I don't wanna stereotype this into a typical French is the language of romance. I never really found it romantic sounding compared to Spanish.

I picked up the book and quickly flicked through to the right page and took a note on my phone as to what the translation was and put the worn book away. I quietly thanked the TARDIS and rushed out of the library and back into my room where I could practice without getting caught.

A few weeks have passed since I picked up the new words and practiced them until I was confident and had the TARDIS' approval that I was saying it right. Today the Doctor wanted to take us to this party in the 18th century and we all decided to dress for the part once we landed.

Yaz was wearing a beautiful black and red ballroom gown, accented with little bows around the bottom and lace cuffs. She had her black hair curled into a ponytail. It was simple and cute, much like her style normally. Graham and Ryan wore similar suits but Graham wore green accents and Ryan wore yellow accents.

I let the TARDIS pick my dress. She picked a black and dark blue ballroom gown with blue roses on the bottom. It had black lace underneath and blue lace as the cuffs. The gown also seemed to glitter slightly in the light making me sparkle very subtly. I put my comfy boots on as you couldn't see my shoes as I walked anyway so why did it matter? With all the running we do, I'm not risking my ankles with heels, thank you very much. I had my (h/c) hair in (fave style). It suited my dress perfectly.

I nearly choked on oxygen when I saw how hot the Doctor looked in her suit. It took me a few moments to realise we match. We both blushed at the realisation. Of course the TARDIS makes us match! No wonder why she was more than eager to help me pick an outfit! Stupid sentient ship, shipping us already!

I quickly cleared my throat and complimented everyone on how amazing they looked but I just couldn't take my eyes off the Doctor for long. She was like a magnet for my eyes. Someone help before she realises!

"Don't we all look brilliant? Perfect for the party! 18th century Yorkshire to be exact! What a great century for you guys. Now then, this party is for Nobles and higher, as per usual in these times. Ryan, I suggest you keep in mind about any racist comments that may come out. But as long as you say your Graham's personal butler, you should be welcomed with little resistance. And Yaz, I want you to be (y/n)'s personal maid. That does mean you'll have to follow your so called "masters" around and do anything they ask unfortunately and Graham, (y/n), please act like the others around you and use them. Unfortunately this is the only way all 5 of us can join the party. You'll be fine as long as you bite your tongues. Now the Noble Edward Collins is the host so be sure to thank him for inviting you, even though you technically weren't. And try not to get too drunk, I know what you humans are like! Now follow me." The Doctor explained. I was going to tell the Doctor today, but I guess, I'll have to wait.

The Doctor opened the doors and we were in a cupboard under some gorgeous marble stairs. As we walked towards the party I noticed some family portraits along the walls. They were a very beautiful looking family. The mother had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The father was buff, long brown hair and daring brown eyes. There were two children, a girl and a boy. The girl had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, whilst the son had blonde hair and brown eyes. They also had a brown greyhound dog laying by the sons feet. The son must be the host, Edward. He looked not much older than 10 in the last painting but the daughter was no where to be found in the portrait and theu all looked mournful. Is she dead and is that the picture capturing the moment of grief? Why would anyone want that? It's so strange, even for this time period.

The Doctor held me and Yaz close, stopping us in our tracks. My heart was racing at the simple touch. But as soon as the touch was there, it was gone. "I hope its okay with you (y/n) but you're going to have to be married to someone."

My heart stopped for a moment and I nearly choked on air. "What? Why?"

"Because women like yourself would have been married as young as 13 or 14. Now your only choices are me and Graham. You can't choose Ryan as he's supposed to be a butler and you can't choose Yaz as she's your maid. The choice is yours, I just need to know wether or not I should refer to you as my darling wife or not?"

What. The. Fuck.

Why did her even calling me that l, turn me on? Obviously, I'm going to choose her but I'm going to have to perfect my reasoning here.

"As much as I love Graham, it's going to be awkward if I have to kiss him or anything because he's like my grandad! I guess you'll do Timelord. Come on then husband, we don't want to be late to the dancefloor!" I spoke clearly hoping she didn't notice how excited I actually was to have even a hint of a relationship with her. It may be fake but ill take anything when it comes to her.

We arrived at the welcome committee and handed our cards over, aka the psychic paper. We were going as Mr and Mrs (last name). The Doctor was holding my hand this entire time and it's driving me insane. I don't know if she can feel my racing pulse under her fingers but if she can I hope she puts it down to excitement! We walked down the most grandest staircase you would ever lay your eyes on.

First we walked around, greeting everyone as they came up to us or if she dragged me to someone she knew, but not personally. She was cute when she was fangirling over these people. Yaz found it annoying as she just wanted to party but I couldn't help it. The way her eyes shimmer with recognition was more beautiful than any galaxy she could ever take us. Sometimes her eyes flickered with admiration and it did make me have jealousy for just a moment before I remembered, I'm staying with her and they aren't .

As the party moved on we met the host Edward. He looked a lot different than in his paintings. He was around 20 years old now and his blonde hair was below his shoulders. He looked a lot like his father with his muscley build. And he was very charismatic which I did not like as he poured all his charm into the Doctor. Does everyone here know that he's gay or does he see through the Doctors disguise? Either way, it was rubbing me the wrong way. I quickly excused myself with Yaz and walked into the bathroom.

"I did not like him. I do not like this Edward guy. Something about him rubs me completely wrong. He's handsome but something is telling me he knows the Doctor isn't a man."

"I felt the same way. He knows something we don't. Before we go out there again, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Yaz asked. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. She knows. The jig is up with Yaz. "How do you feel about her, honestly? One minute you 2 are inseparable, then you distance yourself and now you are a nervous wreck around her! I won't judge but I just want to make sure my theory is correct."

Shit. I guess I really was obvious. Does she know?

"If your theory is about me falling hopelessly in love with the Doctor then you'd be correct. I can't help it. I'm going to tell her how I feel without being completely stupid. I just need a right moment to say it." I spoke with a heavy sigh. Hopefully, Yaz can help create that moment thay I need. She nods her head and opens the door. We walk back to the Doctor and notice Edward has gone to other guests and she was talking to Graham. I looked around and saw Ryan flirting with a pretty lady near the food table. Why am I not surprised?

A few hours had passed and the Doctor seemed bored with standing and talking so I made a plan in my head. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dancefloor as the next song came on. I didn't quite know how to dance properly but I knew the basics if it. She has to lead and I simply follow suit. It took a few moments but I got the hang of it with the Doctors help. Soon we were dancing so gracefully underneath the most beautiful candelabra that lit up her face perfectly.

Her hair swayed to our perfect dance ever so gently. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and her lips were in a permanent smile. She even laughed a couple of times. Then as the music slowed down to a pace that was perfect, I grabbed her waist and looked her. My heart was going crazy and my legs were about to buckle but I had rehearsed my lines. I can do this.

"Hey Doc. Its been an amazing time with you but I can't continue this without being honest with you. But everytime I get close, I back down in fear. So I'm going to let you figure it out. Doctora te amo. Entiendo que si no sientes lo mismo y me iré si quieres. (Doctor i love you. i understand if you don't feel the same way and i'll leave if you want.)" I spoke with as much passion and intention as I could. I looked into her eyes and saw her confused and trying to work out what I said. I would find it cute if my heart was beating right out of my chest. "Well, I've had a great time but I'm fucking knackered. I'm calling it night. I'll be heading to the TARDIS if you need me."

"I'll come with ya. I'm knackered as well and we both need each other to undo the corsets and mine is starting to hurt a little bit. How we used to do this for a full day, everyday, is beyond my understanding. As beautiful as we look, I don't think its worth the pain this will bring in the morning." Yaz spoke with a slight mumble as proof of her mental state and finishing with a yawn. I chuckled at her state and walked back to the TARDIS with a small amount of chat along the way.

She is right though. These corsets really do hurt you after a while, I'm glad I chose not to wear heels or else I'll be fucked for in the morning. I would literally scream. I think the Doctor had the right idea in wearing a suit, no pain. I do feel bad for leaving her but I just need some space after basically admitting everything that's been built up within me for too damn long. Maybe I should tell Yaz how it went and maybe she can help determine if the Doctor is happy or not.

We walked back into the wardrobe room and I helped Yaz out of her corset. She immediately sighed in relief. She finished getting herself into comfy clothes and started to untie my ribbon.

"So did you tell her?"

"Sort of. I basically told her everything but in Spanish. I just hope it doesn't change anything, except in a positive way, of course! If she wants me gone, I've told her that it's fine and I understand. She's very socially awkward and as cute as I find it, it may not help me in this situation. Do you have any clues on how she may react once she figures it out?"

Yaz stopped untying my corset for a moment and placed 1 finger upon her chin in thought. Her eyes were almost shut and seemed almost completely black in the light. After what seemed like forever, she took her finger off her chin and beamed a toothy smile. Her eyes sparkled as she remembered something and seemed to gleam slightly menacingly. A smirk replaced her smile soon after.

"There's a few times she's shown affection towards you. And I mean romantic affection. She always chooses to hold your hand over anyone else's if given the choice. She always steps I'm front of you when an enemy threatens to kill us all or hurt us in anyway. When you go wandering around on your own, she's terrified thats she's lost you forever to an enemy we don't even know of!" Yaz starts explaining carefully as if she's worried on how to word it.

"Those are just friendly affec-"

"I wasn't done. I was warming up." Yaz interrupts me as I was about to go into a self deprecating speech on how I'm just a friend to everyone and never a lover. "She always looks to see your face on adventures because she secretly loves your reactions, bad or good. When the Master revealed himself, she looked straight at you for support on how she should react. When she came back from the Kasavin, she ran straight to you and made sure you were ok first before any of us. When we were in the Tsungra medical ship, the first person she asked for was you! Whilst she was unconscious on board the ship, she kept mumbling your name, over and over again. When she saw how gorgeous you looked today, I thought she'd take you right there on the spot! She fucking loves you (y/n)! You're just so unbelievably blind to it all!"

Yaz was almost red with rage. Did she really do all that, for me? The TARDIS mustve read my mind and seemed to hum positively in reply. If everything Yaz said is true then she'll be so happy about it and maybe we can be a thing! But then again, maybe losing so many in a similar position as me will turn her away. Maybe her soul is awry and she's asking why right now.

Once I had gotten changed I went to sleep almost straight away, I suppose all that dancing and social ques having tired me out more than I thought.

I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I rubbed my (e/c) eyes and told them I'd be a few minutes as I've only just woken up. It wasn't until I finished brushing my (h/c) hair that I remembered what happened yesterday. All the panic rushed within me at once and I nearly threw up. I took several deep breaths and opened the door.

"GRAHAM THANK FUCK ITS YOU!" I almost shouted at him. He looked a little bewildered for a moment before he seemed to remember what brought him here in the first place.

"Hello Love, I'm here because Doc wanted to speak with you privately in the library. She says that the TARDIS will guide you to her location. She seemed a little off after you and Yaz left. Did something happen? Is everything ok?" Graham asked cautiously. He must be so confused.

"Sort of. I'll explain more when I get back but what do you mean by "a little off"?"

"Well she seemed lost in all sense of the word. She kept muttering "Te Amo" all the time. She was all over the place aswell. She got me and Ryan back here not long after you guys. Something about not trusting Ryan to not get alcohol poisoning without her around. She hasn't really left the library since if I'm honest. She's been in there for 12 hours. I only know she wants you because she whattsapped me on my phone. Whatever is going on, please sort it out, she's starting to really worry me. She hasn't been the same since that Master guy came around." Graham spoke clearly, albeit confused. I nodded my head and walked in the opposite direction to him and hoped the TARDIS would take me there quicker than normal. I want to treat this like a plaster, rip it off in one go.

Sooner than I realised, I grabbed the all too familiar door knob of the library. I took a deep breath and walked in. A blue line appeared towards the interactive map. I awakened the console and I saw a black screen with a few words on it. It looked like a message with how it was presented.

Hello (y/n)! Don't walk until you calm. Breath deeply and try not to panic. I promise you, all will work out in the end. I see more than you realise and I know my thief better than anyone whoever stepped foot into my being. I know of her main problem about the situation. If she loves you, drink this. It won't hurt, she'll know what it is.

The TARDIS

I should have been surprised by this new knowledge that she could speak to me, in a way, but I've seen so much and I am so tender hooks so I didn't take much notice of it. I quickly sat down and tried to control my breathing. After about 5 or so minutes, I felt calm enough to finally meet up with her and hear what she has to say.

I followed the blue line carefully until I spotted her in a comfy room. She mustve gotten changed at some point as she was wearing her usual rainbow outfit, minus the jacket. She was sat on a deep purple sofa, legs curled into her body. Her shoes were on the carpeted floor underneath her, seemingly forgotten for the moment. There were many books surrounding us from many cultures and spieces. One wall had a cozy wood burning fireplace crackling within the silence that surrounded us.

Her face was scrunched within deep thought. Her eyes sparkling with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on; hope, sorrow or excitement? Her lips had a small smirk gracing them and her teeth had bitten a small part of it. Her hands were holding a book in a way where I couldn't quite see what it was.

I didn't want to disturb her as she looked so ethereal with the warm glow of the fire highlighting her in the perfect way. Unfortunately, it's plaster time and I wanted this sorted sooner rather than later. I took a deep breath took in the picture for memory.

"Hey, Graham said you wanted to talk to me? Is everything ok?" I asked gently and as softly as I could so she was carefully brought out of her little world. I didn't want to scare her. She raised her eyes from her book for a moment and bookmarked the page she was at with a little TARDIS paperclip. She placed the book on the table at the side of her and patted the seat next to her.

As I sat down my nerves were through the roof. She gave nothing away as she stared at me for a minute, as if assessing something about me.

"Why are you so nervous? Calm down. You are right, It is to do with last night. You left pretty abruptly after basically confessing your feelings to me. I was so confused, not just about what you said but about myself and what I wanted to do about you." The Doctor spoke monotonously. Did she mean get rid of me? "I had to first of all, find out what you said, well done on learning a new language by the way, one even I'm not fluent at. I'm guessing the old girl had something to do with that idea. Not that, you aren't smart enough but you don't know what languages I do or don't know."

The Tardis seemed to chuckled at the accusation and I simply nodded my head. "I wanted to buy myself time and to impress you."

"You impressed me a long time ago Miss (l/n). That is just a cherry on top. After I figured out what you said, no thanks to my old friend here, I went through a lot of thinking. I've not been in many relationships and you know my history regarding the ones I have been in. You know, River and Missy? And I have such a bad past with it ending in nothing but tears for me. I always lose those I care for deeply." She spoke with tears spilling from her gorgeous eyes. I grabbed her face gently and wiped away the stray tears that managed to escape their home.

"That was when you were a man. You're a woman now, everything is so different. Relationships can be heartbreaking. I know what you're main problem is and the TARDIS has a solution to that. I just need you to tell me the truth. How do you feel about me? Do you want me to stay or not?" I stated holding the small shot glassed amount of liquid in my hand. The liquid was golden and sparkled slightly in the light. There were specks of orange and silver within it and it was as hot as a nice cup of (hot drink). Her eyes sparkled with hope and shock. Her lips were smiling wide. And she seemed to giggle at the sight of it. She held it for a moment as if examining it like a rare artefact, maybe it was. Either way, I trust her judgement and if she's happy about it, then so am I. Once she had analysed the drink, she practically leapt into my arms and pushed me down on my back. She smelled of custard creams and the TARDIS which was odd but completely her and I couldn't imagine her smelling any other way.

"That does solve our problem! What she has just given you is the rarest liquid in the universe seeing as only one thing in the entirety of space can produce it. That drink is known as the nectar of the chosen ones. It's rare as the race that used to make them has practically gone extinct. There's only 3 left in the known universe and you're living in one. That drink is the blood of the TARDIS. It grants you immortality if you drink it. It is said to resemble your favourite beverage no matter who you are. However, it only lasts 100 years and you must drink it every century or else your body clock will kick in and you will age and be as mortal as you are now." She speaks with a warning as we sit up holding holds.

"I have no problem with that. I would sacrifice everything if it meant I got to call you mine. Just please tell me and I'll drink it." I told her with adoration in my eyes.

She held me close and planted a soft and gentle kiss to my lips. It was short but it sent more fireworks than you can imagine through my body. I knew I had found her. She grabbed my waist and whispered next to my ear:

"Te Amo"

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