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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

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Chapter 4

Summary : Loki tries to take his mind off you but it's impossible when you're all he sees all the time.

Warning : Harsh language, mention of neglect and abuse, physical abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, Reader is skinny but strong, implied smut.

Loki didn't stop you when you abruptly got up and stormed out of his room, it wasn't his place to do so. He shouldn't even have fed you with his own hands like a mamabear but he couldn't help it. Now that he thought about it he hardly ever saw you eating in the last two days, even during the flight, you just had fruit juices and half a sandwich.

"Trouble, she's a trouble, she's a job, stop thinking about her and focus on Paris"

He mumbled to himself while he finished his dinner, then he brushed his teeth, and sprawled down on his bed. He wanted to get a few hours of sleep before he'd have to wait on hands and toes for you next morning.

You went back to your room and smashed a vase or two, how dare he feed you as if he cared about you? Nobody did but he had the damn audacity to pretend. Who the hell did he think he was? Just a Bodyguard, that's all he'll ever be.

You took out your frustration on one more vase before you decided to sleep.

Next day when you woke up, you got ready to get to the gym, you had one at your dad's house but then it had everything and you'd never step a foot out of the house if you were doing everything here. You stepped on the weight scale and it was two pounds over where you needed it to be, you were supposed to judge a beauty pageant next week, courtesy of your dad and you had to be in your best shape for the appearance purposes. Maybe cutting down on all that alcohol will help.

As you opened the door, Loki was already waiting for you.

"Do you live in this suit?" You chuckled and he followed you. You had a black tracksuit on, huge sunglasses on your face while you had the duffle bag hanging delicately in the crook of your elbow.

"Where are we off to Miss?" He asked you once you two stepped out of the mansion, he placed his palm on the small of your back and surveyed his surroundings like a hawk. Now that you looked at him he indeed looked like a hawk.

"Gym, Thor Odinson's gym, The Vikings, ever been there?" You asked him and he shrugged. Of all the places in the world it had to be Thor's gym. You got inside the car as he opened the door for you, then he strutted towards the other side and sat next to you.

"Aren't you supposed to sit in the front, Mister Hotshot?"

"No mam, I am your personal bodyguard and I'm supposed to be in close proximity at all times" you smirked and scooted closer to him.

"Oooh how close, should I sit on your lap?" You pulled your glasses off and he rolled his eyes before he scooted away from you.

"What are we waiting for?" He asked the driver and the driver looked at you

"Ahhh my drink, my assistant Wanda is bringing my coffee, would you like one too?" You asked him and he shook his head. You put your glasses back on and soon Wanda came running so you pulled the window down and grabbed it. As soon as you took a sip you groaned

"Wanda, does it have sugar? I specified three times..no sugar" you could see that she was starting to freak out so you gave the drink back to her. He scrunched his forehead at the attitude. Daddy's little Princess.

"Let's go Adrian"

You ordered your driver and the car started moving, there was a security team ahead of you in a vehicle and another one following behind you. As soon as you reached the gym you started to workout and you could see the other girls eyeing your hot bodyguard as if they wanted to eat him.

Your eyes met with Loki from the mirror view and he quickly looked the other way. You knew he was checking you out, you have worked very hard to get this body, especially since your mama really spoiled you as a kid. Once a foodie always a foodie but it wasn't good for your dad's image, god forbid if he had an overweight daughter.

You sent a text to Thor, he was your personal trainer. Thor Odinson, three times UFC champion was your trainer, your dad literally could afford everything except the one thing you needed the most. Thor was out on a trip so after thirty minutes on the treadmill you made your way towards the weight section.

"Hey spot me, my trainer isn't here"

You told Loki and he stood behind while you prepared yourself to lift in front of the squat rack.

Loki was impressed, you were lifting above your weight and he was surprised that the fragile princess was even into weightlifting. You didn't stop there, you did three sets of deadlifts, then hamstring curls, after that you did hip thrusts, he had to look away because the movement seemed obscene and he was starting to get really bad thoughts about his client.

"90 kgs? That is impressive" he mumbled so you smiled at him, your breaths were heavy from the exertion.

"Mmm so 200 lbs is 90 kilograms? Good to know..by the way I'm just warming up " You mumbled while you rested between sets and he chuckled.

Once you were done you took a shower and he didn't allow anyone to go in while you were in there. You upped the weight today and you knew your muscles will be sore tomorrow.

After showering you changed into the jeans and simple black tee you got with you and he again stuck to you like bees on honey. You did want him to stick on you, but in entirely different ways. After gym you made him spin circles around you as he tried to keep up with your window shopping. One dress, you needed one dress but it took you 4 hours as you moved from one high end expensive store to another. He scoffed, rolled his eyes and that only made you want to irk him further.

You have changed a million times already, you kept showing him the dress as you twirled around for him, there was a hint of childish innocence radiating off you that he only saw in moments like these. He didn't want to gawk but then he did find you pleasing to look at, you finally decided on a simple white party dress that he never would have picked for you.

"What is the price of this dress?" You asked Sandy, she always attended you in the Prada store, she looked at the tag as soon as she heard you.

"8k mam"

"Ahhh bill it for 10k like you always do and I want the return in cash" Loki chuckled as you said that.

As she left to get the dress billed you crossed your arms.

"What's so funny?"

"Stealing from your own father? Very classy of you Miss y/n" you walked closer to him as he was sitting on the couch. You placed your palms on the head of the couch right next to his own head and leaned into him.

"Says the one who charges three times more than he should from the same man"

"At Least I work, you're just a spoiled little princess wasting her daddy's hard earned money" you bit on your cheeks at the remark.

"And you're just a glorified pathetic security guard, stay in your line" he smirked so you pulled away from him. He wasn't wrong though. You were stealing off him.

Once you got the dress you went back to the mansion, there was a horde of people coming in and out of your room as they did your hair and makeup so he stayed in the room with you and only stepped out once you had to change. Not that you wouldn't do it in front of him, once you were all prepped he walked you to the party in the lounge. He stayed around you and didn't let you get out of his sight. There was a man in the party and he kept looking at you, then a few minutes later he grabbed your hand and you took him back to your room.

He had to follow you and stand outside your room while you moaned like a whore. The uncomfortable bulge in his trousers made him groan internally, he wanted to disappear but he couldn't. Luckily that man didn't take long so you decided to go back to the party, then he saw Paris, she was serving drinks to the guests so he smiled cheekily and she returned it.

Yes, he should focus on her, she wouldn't get him in trouble.

"Hello beautiful" he mumbled as she walked towards him and she blushed, her rosy cheeks and soft lips made him want to kiss her. It's been a long time since he has felt a feminine touch. A full week.

"Hello sir, are you enjoying your stay here?" She winked at him and he chuckled

"I enjoy being addressed that way only in certain situations darling and it's hell but now I'm thinking maybe it wouldn't be so bad" His fingers brushed against her hand as he picked up the non-alcoholic beverage from the tray. Can't get drunk on the job.

Once she went back to her rounds he looked at you as Steve paraded you around like an arm candy. He maintained his distance when your fiance was around but then he looked at you two, you both were clearly arguing about something. The music was loud so he couldn't really hear the conversation that was heating up more and more every second. Steve grabbed your arm and took you outside the lounge. Loki shouldn't have followed you, he knew that. It was private, Steve was your fiance, your future husband but then Loki was your bodyguard and he had to keep you safe. That's why he followed you. That's exactly why he followed you.

He walked swiftly making his way to the long corridor and then hid behind a wall,

"That man works in our office, your dad's office, you stupid slut" he screamed in your face and you crossed your arms.

"So You can fuck whoever you want and I can't? Do I have to remind you that I'm not your property?" You snickered but all of a sudden you felt a sharp stinging pain on your cheek. Loki's jaw clenched and teeth gritted as he realised that you just got hit by your fiance. He clenched his fist trying to control his temper, he didn't want to get involved, he didn't want to repeat his mistakes.

"Listen to me you stupid whore, you are my fiance and you're going to play that part otherwise you know daddy will cut off your funds right? All your extravagant show off of wealth would end right then" you flinched as he grabbed your hair in his fist and shoved you against the wall, one more slap on the other cheek and then he stormed out. You didn't cry as long as you could see him, once out of the sight you finally allowed the tears to fall down. You bumped your first on the wall but quickly composed yourself as you heard the footsteps approaching you and it was Loki looking at you with a commiserate look in his eyes.

"Can you allow me to breathe?" You walked past him and went straight for your room to hide the ugly print Steve left on your face.

"I'm just doing my job madam" he said softly and you chuckled.

"Oh trust me I know that" your voice cracked but you didn't let him see the saddened look on your face.

He wanted to hold you and comfort you, nobody deserved to get hurt like that.

He stood outside your door but you didn't come out. The party died down soon after and he dialed your number just to check on you but you didn't answer so he texted you and your response "Alive, not dead" was enough for him to leave you to your privacy.

He couldn't sleep at all that night, he watched a man hurt you like that and he stood there like a statue, he just watched and he didn't do anything. But if he would have taken a step, they for sure would fire him or worse. He can't afford to lose another job. He got up and decided to check up on you once, the guilt made him want to do the bare minimum and he would have succeeded but on the way he bumped into Paris.

"Looking for me? Because I was coming to you… Sir" She tugged on his shirt and he lost all his thoughts. In a moment he allowed her to drag him to her room and as soon as he was inside, he kissed her, he didn't know what he was expecting but definitely not that. Before he could dwell or say something, she grabbed his bulge and he lost control.

She undressed herself and he looked at her up and down. She had the body of a frail supermodel, then he thought about you at the gym today and whatever glimpse he got of you while you changed your dress a million times. You looked different, you seemed strong but then why didn't you stand up for yourself against Steve Rogers. Was it the first time he has done that? He couldn't stop thinking about you.

"God yes sir ease fuck me..fuck me yes" When did he get on bed? He shut off all the thoughts rummaging through his head and fucked this beautiful woman wiglling underneath him, she deserved his undivided attention. They were both sated by the time he was done.

"Wow that was good" she panted heavily as she spoke.

"Paris I.."

"Pleasee.. no need to give me that look, it's just sex and we are going to do lots of it, so glad I found you here" she giggled and well he didn't have to say anything. She wanted to keep it casual and he wasn't exactly opposed to it. He didn't think he was ready for a relationship after what happened a year ago anyways.

Next morning he got a call from you at 8 in the morning, so he quickly took a shower and dressed up.

"Good morning handsome, did Paris show you a good time?" You winked at him and his cheeks flushed.

"How do you even know of that?" You smiled as his accent suddenly got so thick.

You knew because late at night after a round of drinks, you decided to find a company in him, hoping to share some of that ache you felt. But you found him smushed against Paris in the middle of the corridor. And you were thankful for that, not at all jealous. Why would you be jealous? The incident stopped you from making whatever stupid decision you were going to make in the spur of the moment.

"Where are we going today madam?" He asked as you weren't in your workout clothes today but you didn't answer him.

"We are sneaking out okay, I can't take another guards with me, I don't trust them" he shook his head as you said that.

"Apologise but I can't allow you to do that"

"Come on please? And if someone were to attack me etc etc you'll be there and you are the best bodyguard aren't you?" You winked at him as you grabbed his arm and sneaked him out from the back entrance, the guard there usually went on his bathroom break at the time so it was the perfect opportunity.

"Can you tell me where we are going?" He sighed deeply and you shushed him.

You had the keys for one of the million cars your dad owned so you passed him that and asked him to drive,

"You're going to get us both killed "

You chuckled as he said that.

He didn't know what you were doing but he knew that he was capable of protecting you. On the way to the destination you mostly stayed quiet and he didn't mind it. When he reached the location you gave him, his eyes widened. You both had stopped outside an animal shelter.

"This is my paradise, I come here every week" you smiled, and he could tell that it was a genuine one.

"Come oooon" you squealed as you stepped out of the car then you walked over to his side and looked at him from the window.

"By the way thanks for coming with me, appreciate that Mister Hotshot" you winked at him then you ran inside the shelter and he was..taken aback.

Maybe he was too quick to judge you, maybe you weren't a Spoiled little Princess.

Damn it.

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yourkeeperoftherunners · 1 year

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Fam

Plot: Your exchange student “brother” from Australia is graduating. Unbeknownst to him, you and your mom have planned to surprise him after his ceremony. It may have been an unexpected meeting, but he considered you family after bonding with you.

Characters: High School Graduate!Felix (SKZ) x Former Exchange Student Host Family!Reader (female), including mentions of other SKZ members.

Rating: PG-13

Notes: Years ago on my birthday, I posted this drabble and it was my first Stray Kids writing ever. While I had a sequel kicking around in my head for some time, I never could get the details together with proper planning and time. My birthday gift to everyone who supported or visited this account.

Many thanks to @xiubaek-13 for answering all of my questions regarding graduation in the Australian high school system!

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“Talking to a secret girlfriend?”

Felix jerked his head up from his phone and looked over his shoulder to see that his sister Olivia trying to read his screen. He shook his head and pointed to the name at the top of the chat. The younger sister peered at the screen and sighed when she saw it was you, AKA the girl who was part of the host family when he went overseas for an exchange program in high school.

“She’s not my secret girlfriend,” Felix said, “She’s kinda like another sister from another country.”

“But you already have two sisters!” Olivia joked, pretending to look hurt. “Does Mum know?”

Before he could respond, the pair were interrupted by their parents, who were calling them to dinner. Olivia headed for the kitchen and Felix quickly shut his phone off and left it on his nightstand.

After he met you when you came home from college one weekend, it had been awkward at first, as you had not been warned about your mom taking in an exchange student while your brother was in Australia. Eventually, both of you found common ground in music and bonded over shared interests during the course of his exchange program. You weren’t always around, due to college, but you had started to stop home to visit your mom and him more often until his last day in your country. Now he was about to graduate from high school and you were finished with college and working a job in a radio station.

“Y/N, thanks for filling in for Jacob,” your manager said as he stopped you in the hallway. “If you’d like, we can slot you in for mixing on some of our newer programs.”

“Thanks,” you responded. “I’m definitely interested. Oh, before I forget, did you see my e-mail about vacation?”

He pulled out his work phone and checked the e-mails for the information. His thumb pressed your e-mail and he nodded as he looked up. “Yeah that’s fine with me. Jacob said he’s starting to feel better and we should have enough people to cover for you. Where you going?”

“Australia,” you shared.

“Funny, I always wanted to go,” your manager mused. “Don’t forget a jacket - it ain’t summer there – they get winter now. Real confusing from what I’ve heard.”

You gave a mock salute and walked to your desk to retrieve your bag. You pulled out your car keys and checked your phone for missed messages.

Mom

Hi honey, are you bringing your shampoo in your checked bag? I couldn’t remember if you said you were or if you were relying on the travel sized bottles. Sent 15:31 PM

Y/N

Hi mom, yes I’m checking my shampoo – we can share so you don’t have to waste room in your suitcase. Also packing the same lotion you use. Sent 19:07 PM

Do you need me to pick anything else up on the way home? Sent 19:07 PM

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“So who’s coming?”

“Mum, Dad, my sisters,” Felix mused as he ticked off the names of people coming to the graduation. “Nana and Granddad said they can’t make it, but that’s okay.”

“I really wish I could make it,” Chan sighed as he moved the phone to his other ear. “I’m really sorry about my schedule – work said I had it off, but then they tell me someone’s got an emergency and I have to cover.”

Felix shook his head and insisted it was fine. “It’s just high school, no big deal.”

“But didn’t you get, like, honors too or something?”

“It’s not a big deal,” Felix replied. “We can hang afterwards.”

“Auntie and Uncle taking you for dinner? Where you guys going?” Chan asked.

“Umm not sure actually,” Felix confessed. “They said it was a surprise, but that I’ll really like it.”

Chan paused and he crinkled his brows after hearing his cousin’s reply. Surprise dinner? To him that was a little odd – come to think of it, he couldn’t recall the last time his aunt and uncle pulled off some kind of surprise before. Not that they were bad at keeping surprises or something, but he didn’t think surprising people or their own kids was their style.

“Did we lose connection?” Felix asked.

Chan quickly apologized and explained he spaced out for a moment. “I’m sure it will be fun, wherever they planned dinner I mean. Hey, I’ll let you go – I need to work on a sample for Binnie. He’s trying to work on something for a deadline and wanted my help.”

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“You have the address right?”

You waved your phone around and with your free hand, you retrieved a physical print-out of the directions from your bag. “I know how you are about using my phone and the possibility of a bad signal or something, so I killed a tree and brought the directions on a printout.”

Mom relaxed when she heard your response and followed you to the rental car area to pick up the car. “It’s a shame we can’t attend the actual ceremony, but rules are rules. I heard that extended family were limited as well!”

“Think about it Mom,” you said as you searched for the shuttle to the rental car office. “If every student invited their whole extended family, they would run out of viewing room for the event. It’s not like back home where they sometimes rent a bigger venue to do the ceremony.” You found the stop for the rental car shuttle and waited near the attendant’s post for the next one to arrive.

Mom put her bag down next to yours and she checked her watch for the time. “We should have enough time to stop at the hotel, freshen up, and then get to dinner. Oh that reminds me, I need to text your father and brother about where to find the meals I left them.”

“Maybe tell them to open a window in case they burn the food,” you joked.

“Your brother did try to improve his cooking,” your mom reminded you. “His exchange mother told me she had him in the kitchen every night for dinner.”

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“I gotta admit, that was kinda boring,” Han confessed once the ceremony ended. He loosened his tie and looked over at Felix who was trying to find his family. “Doing anything afterwards?”

“Dinner,” Felix replied. “You?”

“Probably gonna eat at home and work on some tracks I’ve had in my drafts,” Han confessed. “Dad’s working late and Mom didn’t want to go out without him, so I said we can skip the fancy dinner.” He watched as Felix looked around for his family and nudged him. “You know they’re not here, right? I’m talking about your exchange student family, not your real one.”

“I didn’t think they could make it,” Felix confessed. “Y/N’s got a job and her mom’s got the brother back. Y/N’s dad travels a lot for work too, so yeah. I really didn’t see him all the time when I stayed with them.”

“Ah but I’m sure they’re happy for you,” Han added. “Hey, take pics of your food – I wanna live vicariously through you while I eat cold pizza at home.”

“Why not order fresh?”

“Don’t wanna toss the leftovers – it’s Domino’s!” Han protested.

Felix rolled his eyes and bid his friend goodbye as he pushed his way through the sea of students trying to find their parents and family. He spotted Olivia and made a beeline for the seating area where they were.

“Dad’s getting the car so we can just go to the restaurant,” Olivia explained. “Don’t ask me for spoilers – I don’t know and Rachel doesn’t either. We’re all in the dark about where we’re going for dinner.”

“Wonder what the big secret is with this place,” Felix murmured.

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“Felix was that Han next to you at the ceremony?”

“Um yeah Mum, he’s not doing anything tonight,” Felix explained. “Said his parents weren’t able to make plans, but he’s okay with it I guess.”

“Aww I wish we had known – he could have joined us,” Mrs. Lee sighed.

“I’m not sure they would have accommodated the last minute change to the reservation though,” Mr. Lee reminded his wife. “Hey, I’ll let you out here and I’ll go park. It should be under my name.”

Felix followed his sisters out of the car and Mrs. Lee headed to the entrance to check in. He held the door open for his sisters and a couple leaving the restaurant, then entered the restaurant. The place didn’t look familiar and the name didn’t ring a bell. He tried to recall if any of his friends talked about any hot restaurants they wanted to try some day, but gave up when none came to mind.

“Yes we can seat you now and when your husband gets here, we can direct him to your table,” the host explained. He picked up some menus and and asked the family to follow him. “Some of your party already checked in.”

What?

Felix frowned when he heard that comment and he hurried to follow the host. That couldn’t be right. His grandparents, aunts, and uncles couldn’t come today and even Cousin Chan wasn’t available. (Unless the latter lied and brought their mutual friend Changbin as a surprise.)

The host rounded the corner and stepped to the side while using his free arm to gesture to the table in front of him. Felix stopped short once he rounded the corner and he blinked when he saw who was sitting at the reserved table.

Your mom stood up from her seat and smiled warmly at Felix, before greeting Mrs. Lee and thanking her for the invitation. You pushed yourself out of your chair and started to make your way around the table, but were crushed by Felix running to give you a big hug.

“I thought you were working,” Felix half-whispered.

“Got time off and Mom had some travel points to use,” you explained. “Your mom invited us but wanted to make it a big surprise.”

Olivia nudged Rachel and shook her head. “Told you he replaced us.”

“What?!” Felix sputtered. “I did not!”

“I’m just his host family pen pal I guess,” you responded with a shrug. “Believe me, he talked a lot about both of you and how much he missed you. Wish I could have said the same for my brother, but yeah.”

Your mom threw you a cross look and you sighed as you mumbled that your brother was okay. “I’ll pretend I care about the little gremlin,” you sighed. You looked over at Felix’s sisters and added that they were lucky to have him as a brother.

The pair exchanged a look and Rachel pretended to look thoughtful. “Well come to mention it, we were thinking of trading him in–”

“Hey!” Felix protested.

“We’re only kidding Lix,” Olivia reassured him. “Come on, let’s order – I’m hungry.”

Felix took a seat next to you and cupped his hand under his chin. “So what’s new since I left?”

#Stray Kids Felix #SKZ Felix #Lee Felix #SKZ AU #yourkeeperoftherunners original #tw: exchange student #tw: international travel #number 3202

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nyaagolor · 2 years

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I absolutely love your Goat Susie design! She's really cute and all the little details you incorporated into her are incredible! Do you have a place where you list your headcanons for her? I would love to read them

ANON,,,,, UR TOO KIND,,,,,,

If you look under the fluffyverse tag that should have everything I’ve already posted for this design!! I put more hc stuff here and actually like. Typed out backstory stuff

Here’s a little diagram of all the designs and where they fall timeline wise, the rest is under the cut so it doesn’t get too long!!

Spoilers for the Starlight Theatre novel ahead!!

I'm putting Lulu (starlight theater character) as her mom. Long story short she was pressured to seduce Haltmann by her caretaker (long story, novel spoilers, etc) but actually fell in love with him, yadda yadda. they had a kid (Susie) who she was born with magical corruption because of all the illusion magic Lulu was using the whole time, which led Lulu to panic and just leave with as much of his wealth as she could

Star Dream ends up causing the portal incident completely on purpose and Susie actually DOES die, but Haltmann overrides the usual "you can't wish people back to life" protocol and wishes for her to be revived, so Star Dream turns her into a cyborg but doesn't actually bring her home because that technically wasn't in the terms and conditions of the wish and whatnot

Susie gets rescued, but Haltmann is too far gone by that point and doesn't recognize her, reacting with disgust (from all the lingering hatred at himself for allowing this to happen to his kid but yknow). Seeing her breaks smth in him and he allows Mother Computer / Star Dream complete control over the company-- so SD immediately mechanizes everyone there. A handful of employees escape, bringing Susie with them, and they all settle on Stellar Station. Susie eventually tries to dismantle HWC from the inside to get her dad back and applies for a job and you know how canon goes

Other stuff: - She wears a full bodysuit to hide the cyborg bits (posting that ref soon) - Ref for what she looks like + how the cyborg stuff works is here - Much like actual goats she will chew on just about anything. The pens in her office are fucking decimated - Does not like novas. or portals. or cats. Magolor is on THIN fucking ice - Being in AD for so long means she's not picky about food in the slightest, even if she pretends to be. That being said tho Haltmann is still her dad, she cannot handle spice at ALL (Magolor thinks this is kind of pathetic and he's right) - Her electrolarynx isn't connected to her mouth at all so she can talk while her mouth is full. Also, she can adjust it to sound like anyone whose voice she can get a sample of, so she can mimic anyone (that's how she took down MK during Robobot, she tricked him into thinking she was one of his crew and got the drop on him that way) - Way more athletic than she lets on, and a pretty scrappy fighter. She lived in AD for years and had to fight off sphere doomers constantly, do not think she is above straight up biting - Her favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry cheesecake

#kirby #Susie haltmann #main tags bc I’m feeling insane #fluffyverse #gijinka #headcanon #mod vex

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pavvo20 · 2 years

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The Spark - Chapter 9: Not Who I Used To Be - Poe Dameron/OC

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OC

Summary: When her childhood best friend recruits her during an undercover mission for the Resistance, Captain Kara Embers embraces her family legacy and joins the fight against the First Order. As the secrets of her past come to light, Kara never expects to be training with her mom’s best friend, flying her father’s ship, and falling in love with the Yavin-4 boy who always said he’d be the galaxy’s best pilot.

A/N: Nice juicy long chapter for y'all with a TON of Kara background which will help us out as we continue.. we are going to revisit a few of the points in some later segments. But, we've got some self discovery, some deeper flashbacks, some quality implied smut... (one day, I'll write a chapter of that.. but not today!) and then we'll get back to the action.

Warnings: violence, language, sarcasm, moodiness, whump, fluff, kissing, ya know.. all that stuff. Implied smut (lots of teasing..) and well, ghosts.

Masterlist on my blog!

Word Count - 7.8K

Finn, Poe, and Chewy were on their third game of dejarik when she dismissed herself to the peace and quiet of the empty cockpit.

The lived-in pilots chairs felt like home when she eased down into one, bringing back memories of Han and all the pretend missions she’d flown alongside Poe when they were kids. The ship had played such a huge part in her life…and despite every loss she’d ever experienced, it was the one thing that always felt like a constant.

Kara closed her eyes as the stars blurred past the windows, feeling her muscles relax and mind slow down. It was rare that she had a moment alone, not that she didn’t love her little Resistance family, but sometimes the time to just be in the silence was all she really wanted.

“Commander Embers…hope that doesn’t get back to your father.” The voice didn’t register to Kara at first, considering she hadn’t heard it since she was seven. “He’ll go to Leia himself to appeal.”

Kara opened her eyes and saw the woman in the copilot’s seat, glowing like Han had been earlier. She was the same age she was in her memories, looking at her just like she did when she’d finally come home after a long day at work.

“Mom?”

“Stargirl.” Athena replied, wishing that she could wipe the tears that were streaming down her daughter’s cheeks.

“How?”

“My soul lives in the Force, Kara. Just as your connection to it awards you with extraordinary gifts, I was able to draw upon your link to become visible to you.” Her mother stated, “It’s taken years for it to be strong enough.”

Kara sat up in her seat, stumbling over where exactly to start. “I have so much to tell you.”

“Leia has done a good job of keeping me in the loop.” Athena chuckled, giving Kara a smile she only ever dreamed of getting to see again. “You are quite the swordswoman apparently.”

“It might have been all the years I spent pretending to be a Jedi.” Kara rolled her eyes.

“Or sparring your father… who may have been taking lessons from me after you went to bed.” Athena smirked, seeing her daughter balk at the idea that her very technical father had done anything but fire a blaster or fly a star fighter.

“No way-“

“How else do you think he was able to beat both you and Poe so many times?” She giggled, “the two of you would have eaten nothing but bantha cookies if he didn’t step up his game!”

“Newsflash…we got them from Han instead.”

“That scoundrel!“ Both women were laughing so hard Kara was sure that someone would eventually come to make sure she hadn’t lost her mind. Lucky for her, the boys must have been still entirely too enthralled with their game. “And I thought your father was the weak one.”

“Poe can be incredibly convincing.”

“Oh I remember,” her mother remarked, her gaze falling briefly to the chain around her neck. “That boy was trouble the day he was born.”

Kara tried to hide her blush, “well, dad wasn’t exactly an angel either.”

“Who told you that?” The older woman questioned, “Leia told you that, didn't she?”

Athena looked at her daughter, holding her gaze like she used to when she was a child. All she wanted was to spend hours telling her daughter everything she vowed that she would when she was old enough, but there was one thing that was the most important. Well, two things.

“Kara, much like the Skywalkers… you also have a legacy in the Force and it isn’t just me.” She started, “My family has been training and assisting Jedi for generations. My father, your grandfather, trained Leia’s brother and their father, Anakin Skywalker. His name was Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Kara’s eyebrows raised, recognizing the name from stories Leia had told her. Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi was also where Leia’s son had gotten his name.

“Luke only agreed to mentor me after I agreed to never take on a padawan. He blames my father’s strict adherence to the Jedi Order but lenient enforcement of the code as the reason that Anakin turned to the dark side. He feels our legacy is cursed with a lean to temptation… and you may find that many people agree with him as they discover your gift.”

The girl nodded, understanding her mother’s warning. “Mom, I’m not going to turn.”

“Leia and I know that, but Luke is stubborn and senile.” She retorted. “And he’ll not only sense your bond with Dameron, he’ll assume it will be the ultimate downfall of the Resistance.”

“Mom.”

“Stargirl, look at me.” She snapped, her tone sounding more like a medical general than a mother. “He could turn everyone against you.”

“It’s a risk we have to take, Mom. Luke will just have to find a way to believe in us, just like Leia has.”

Athena saw something change in her daughter’s eyes as her fingers grazed the ring she wore around her neck. “You love him don’t you?”

“What?” Kara looked at her mother, trying to hide any signs that she had allowed her mind to drift away from their previous conversation.

“Don’t play games with me, Kara.” She said, knowing the girl had heard her original question. “It was the night he brought you home, wasn’t it?”

“No one told me that Han Solo had a daughter…”

Kara was used to the cheesy pick-up lines and the winks of many handsome outlaws or military officers looking for a decent distraction while stuck in the desert of Tatooine. Usually the lines started with something like a Hutt had a bounty on her head or she was hotter than both suns the planet shared an orbit with, and not a reference to a family member.

She casually glanced in the direction of the words, catching his worn leather jacket, gray scarf, and open collared shirt as a welcome change of pace. She’d just ended a brief engagement with a New Republic Admiral… and the idea of getting into it with another high ranking officer just didn’t have the same appeal it did before.

“Solo doesn’t have a daughter. Just a Wookiee, and a ship we’d all like another shot at.” She replied, watching the man smile as if he knew her words were a bit scripted. He was overwhelmingly familiar, with his bronzed skin, stocky stature, and dark curls, but then again she’d been undercover a half dozen times… he could have been anyone.

“Only ship to make the Kessel run—“ he started,

“In 12 parsecs.” She finished, keeping him firmly in her peripheral vision. He certainly had good intel on her, even if it was a well known rumor among Resistance allies that she’d frequently hide out as a former apprentice of Solo. Kara sipped her drink, hoping that just maybe, he’d find her lack of interest in the subject to be enough to send him on his way. She could see her partner starting to notice him in the booth nearby, at least if this did go south, she had back up.

She felt the man sit down next to her, his sandalwood cologne tickling her nose as it clashed with the faint smell of starfighter fuel and grease that stuck to his jacket. “So what’s a guy have to do to get you another Corellian whiskey…?”

“I was about to switch to something lighter actually.” She retorted,

“So one shot on the rocks instead of the double..?” He countered, smirking as he slid the shorter rocks glass in front of her. Kara finally turned to look at him as he took a swig of his own drink. He was very clearly a former Republic pilot, as his jacket was standard issue, but the patches reflected a much different cause.

It wasn’t until his eyes met hers, their warm welcoming gaze awakening thousands of memories that she’d repressed for the last several years. The dopey grin and curls matched perfectly to the boy she’d spent her childhood running around with, but it couldn’t have been him… could it?

“Doesn’t have the same kick when it isn’t smuggled out of a stash Han kept under the floorboards of the Falcon does it?” He whispered in her ear, pulling back just in time to see her polite grin transform into one trying to hide her bewilderment. She onced him over one more time, carefully maintaining her cover before swiftly getting up, grabbing his upper arm and leading him out the back door of the cantina before anyone really could tell what was going on.

Kara was not the same girl she was when he’d enlisted nor was she the little girl he’d protect from the bigger kids on base when they were growing up. Someone had taken a lot of time turning her into a confident and capable fighter over the last several years. There wasn’t a single shred of the shyness that she’d struggled with when they were younger. And she was stronger than he remembered. Poe staggered a few feet when she pushed him out in front of her but never hit the ground, watching her pace a minute before she stopped, ran a hand through her hair and looked at him again.

“I need to know it’s actually you.” She said, tears brimming in her eyes as she tried her damnedest to sound authoritative. Poe pulled the scarf from his neck, revealing the necklace he’d worn every day since his mother died, and flipped her the tags he had tucked in his jacket.

Her fingers ran across the embossed Aurebesh symbols of his name, ID numbers, and home planet. It was him. Poe Dameron. Yavin 4.

She took the tags in her hand and closed the space between them, breaking into a sob as soon as she felt him pull her into one of the tightest hugs she’d had in a decade. Kara hadn’t gotten more than a Christmas holo from Poe since they went their separate ways when they were barely 17 years old. It had even been a few years since Han had told her about them going to get him on Kijimi, and she had to admit, he looked better now than he’d ever had.

Poe finally looked as tough as he always believed that he was, his biceps toned from wrestling aircraft and his five o’clock shadow making him appear a bit older than his late twenties. He carried himself like a leader, even if he wasn’t quite sure that he was yet, a confidence he honed in while running spice.

“Maker, I’ve missed you.” He said, his senses overwhelmed by her warmth and the way she fit just right in his arms. Despite her rugged look, she still smelled like passionfruit and vanilla, just like she did the day she left.

“You feel like home.” She replied, her happy tears subsiding a bit as she allowed herself to relax. “And I haven’t been home in a very long time.”

“Well, it’s not the same place it was when you left.” Poe said, smiling as he stepped back to get a better look at her. Kara’s steely gaze from before was now as soft as he remembered it, her irises still as green as the treetops on Yavin. “Dad is still there. The rest of us have gone to fight with the Resistance.”

“So, that’s where you ended up.” Kara smirked, having heard of the fighters through many of her intel reports with the New Republic military. In her brief interactions with Han, she knew that Leia was involved with them, as were many of their old friends. “You always were a rebel though.”

“Takes one to know one.” Poe teased. “You should join us.”

Kara’s eyes widened as she stepped back from her friend. “Poe, I’m a special operations officer with the New Republic. I can’t just leave.”

“Says who? We could use your skills. Plus, we desperately need lightfighter pilots. You can’t tell me that they are still letting you fly?” She could see Poe trying to understand why she was so quick to say no. Especially after just telling him that he felt like home. There was something holding her back. He could feel her vulnerability, even after being apart all these years. It didn’t matter, he was sure that He still knew her better than anyone else.“You aren’t happy. I can tell.”

“I’ve changed Poe.”

“Not as much as you think.” He said, his hand running down her arm. “You are definitely a little tougher than I remember you being. Probably could beat me in a fight now if you didn’t pull your punches.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes.

“I saved my ex-fiance and several senators from a band of pirates a couple weeks ago. Me and the two security forces guys they brought in. It’s the only time that they’ve gotten everyone home from a compromised mission like that.” Kara replied, seeing the sting in his eyes when she said ex-fiance.

“Wait, you were engaged?” Poe felt his heart burn in his chest. It may have been ten years since he saw her last but the feelings he had for her clearly hadn’t let go like he thought they did.

“To an admiral.” She stated, her gaze falling to the ground. “He had a problem with my most recent promotion, so we called it off.”

The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Sounds like a kriffing idiot.”

Kara tried to keep herself from beaming, her heart swelling in her chest. She always had a feeling that Poe had deeper feelings for her, especially when they were teens. He always did a really good job of hiding it though, always insisting it was just the nature of their friendship and that she’d always be like a sister to him.

There was something different about the way he had just insulted her ex that told her that it wasn’t him trying to be the big brother figure he always was for her. Least she thought so. It very well could have been the whiskey or the heat of this godforsaken planet screwing with her, but she swore it was different.

“Come back with me.” He insisted, not an ounce of doubt in his voice. “Tonight.”

“What part of I can’t just leave the New Republic did you miss?” She snapped, “I’m on an undercover mission anyway.”

“You’ve been gone for 20 minutes and your partner hasn’t once come looking for you.” Poe said, matter of factly. Kara looked at the back door of the cantina and back at the man, he was right. Her lieutenant should have at least radioed her by now. “And there’s something that tells me there’s a reason for that.”

“They’ll prosecute you for kidnapping.” She countered, though half-heartedly.

“Let ‘em.” Poe retorted, sounding a bit more cocky than he originally intended. “Leia will bail me out.”

“Leia?” Kara questioned, as she hadn’t seen Han’s wife since before she’d left for the academy. “Leia Organa?”

“General Leia Organa.” Poe corrected.

Kara glanced at her datapad, seeing an unread message from her ex on the screen as Poe watched her toy with the idea of abandoning her mission. She slipped the pad back in her pocket as her radio finally chirped, her partner’s ears had clearly started ringing.

She ignored him, eyes flicking back to her best friend. “I can’t –”

“You can.” Poe urged, stepping even closer to her. He took her hands in his, his fingers grazing over the Aurebesh tattoo on her wrist and hovering for a second over where he knew her engagement ring once was. Poe wasn’t ready to say goodbye again, hell, it had been hard enough to do when he was a kid. She was uncharacteristically worried about this admiral and her mission. Almost as if she was trying to convince herself that this meeting had been part of some elaborate plan he’d schemed up.

Lucky for him, his own mission had fallen apart before it really started as The Resistance mark on this planet likely blew him off anyway. it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d trekked all the way out here and came home with nothing to show for it. But coming home with Kara… he never dreamed he’d get the chance again and that would be worth whatever the consequences turned out to be.

He watched her take the commlink in her hand, “I’m ok Liutentient, I’ll meet you back at our ship in 30 minutes.”

Poe’s eyes locked on hers. She was still stubborn. A bit of stickler for the rules too. No wonder she’d done so well for herself with the New Republic. He could see the conflict tugging at her heart, but disobeying orders was starting to feel like too high of a cost for her. He was going to have to try harder.

“He’s your commanding officer isn’t he?” Poe asked, knowing he was likely going to strike a nerve. “Your ex-fiance?”

“Yes.” Her answer was curt. Almost like it burned on her tongue.

“He denied your promotion, you broke up with him, and yet you are still out on his orders?”

“Yes.” Poe could see her annoyance starting to bubble up behind her stare.

“And your lieutenant, that’s his best friend isn’t it?”

Kara froze, tension returning to her frame. Poe knew if he turned back now, he’d be going home with just a black eye instead of his best friend. And she’d be headed back to two guys that were determined to make sure that she never saw another real special operations mission for as long as she served. They were part of the reason he’d left the New Republic himself all those years ago. The entire corps was too focused on politics to recognize the people that could ultimately help them win the war and save millions of innocent lives from the First Order. Kara was one of those people, just like so many others before her, who were slowly becoming victims of the establishment.

“Any second now, that lieutenant is going to come around that corner and find you.” He said, walking her slowly back toward the wall of the cantina. “Neither of them trust you to even be on a simple reconnaissance mission on your own after you saved their lives? — Kara, that’s bullshit and you know it.”

“It’s protocol.” She deflected.

“No it’s not. And I am not going to stand around and let a bunch of pompous assholes try and manipulate you into thinking otherwise.” He had caged her against the wall with his arms, his face only inches from her own as they heard her partner’s boots crunching in the dirt as he approached. Poe was trying to make it look like she’d been ambushed rather than the two of them getting reacquainted, just to keep her cover maintained. “Our parents won medals for missions just like yours but you are accepting a decrease in trust and more supervision when you should be commanding a fleet.”

He tsked, knowing that it would set her off. “Maybe you really have changed.”

Poe didn’t even have a chance to blink before she hit him, her fist knocking him hard in the face and a follow-up knee forced him to double over as it connected with his gut. His head spun as he hit his knees. It didn’t matter how ready he thought he was for her strike, it wasn’t enough. Kara was strong before he’d pissed her off. Turns out she was borderline lethal if someone really riled her up.

She scowled at him as he tried to get his bearings. Poe heard her saying something to her partner who had come running when he heard his pained grunt echo between buildings. The man eyed him up once before turning on his heel, chirping a command into his commlink, and left the young woman once more to deal with him.

Kara dropped down, taking Poe’s head in her hands as he struggled to get it to stop throbbing, “You ever accuse me of settling again… I swear to Maker, Dameron.”

“So, you’re coming with me?” He was persistent, she’d give him that. Insufferably persistent.

Kara sighed, all her pent-up frustration leaving her body as her thumb brushed the bruise starting to form on his cheek. They were rebels. Always had been and always will be. It was in their blood. It didn’t matter how hard she’d tried to redefine her life, it was the part of her that had made her who she was. It was what saved her comrades’ lives that day… and would likely be what saved her own life down the road.

“I’d be stupid not to, apparently.” She laughed drily.

Poe smiled and captured her in another tight hug; resisting the decades-old desire within him to kiss her. It wasn’t too difficult for him to see her struggling with her own pent up feelings. Plus, she’d just broken off from a pretty serious relationship, especially if she really was going to marry that admiral. He wanted to believe that this was her fresh start. The one she never thought she’d get. He also knew she’d try like hell to fight her own feelings for him when they got back. She’d spend weeks insisting it would ruin their friendship and avoid anything that felt too intimate. It wouldn’t hold her back for too long though, and he had faith that maybe, just maybe, after a few weeks back at home, she’d let herself love again.

He was willing to wait. Just having her back in his orbit was enough for now.

Poe pulled back, beaming at her as hope surged through his chest. “Good, cuz I can’t let you go again.”

Kara had let herself fall for him right after the words left his lips. Regardless of how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, it was in that moment, in that dusty Tatooine alleyway, that she knew the galaxy had brought her back to Poe for a reason.

He was her beacon. He was home.

She looked at her mother, vulnerability softening her features. “He’s my best friend.”

Athena smiled as her daughter tried her hardest to hide the flash of pink that spotted her cheeks, still rolling Shara’s ring in between her fingers. The young woman knew that Poe had been saving the token for the right person, she just didn’t seem to completely believe that he had actually chosen her.

“He’s a lot more than that, sweetheart.” The older woman cooed, seeing the truth start to work its way out of Kara’s defense system. “A force bond takes a lot more than bantha love, and you are the most sensitive of the two of you.”

She knew her mother had a point. It also didn’t seem to matter how many times Kara had tried to give Poe the ring back, it ended up around her neck again. She’d even snuck out to the hanger one night and wrapped it around the control stick of his X-Wing while he was asleep. It took him a few extra days to get it back to her after that attempt, but as soon as he returned from his mission, he waited for her to pass out in front of her mission reports to softly slip it back over her head, returning it to its rightful place against her chest.

“I’m just afraid that he’ll wake up one day and wish I was someone he could rescue.” The girl sighed, feeling the pain of her past burning in her chest. “I’ll never be that girl for him.”

“Oh Stargirl,” Athena soothed, “If he really wanted a damsel, he would have never left the Republic military and would already be separated from a galactic senator. Besides, you aren’t invincible. He may not get to save you all the time, but a few times that he does I’m sure are more than enough for him.”

The doctor brushed an iridescent hair behind her ear, tucking her arms loosely across her chest. Her daughter sighed, staring that the stars like they held a more convincing answer to her insecurities.

“Shara always knew it would be you.” She confessed, feeling Kara’s heart skip a beat when she had mentioned the woman’s name. “Kes will tell you, she was certain from the day she cradled you in her arms that the galaxy had given us you to balance Poe’s incredible energy. She even swore that Poe would look at you in a special way, even when you were kids.”

Kara let a giggle slip past her smile as she recalled the exact look that Poe’s mother was talking about. She saw it every time he locked eyes with her now but didn't see it for the first time until she had agreed to join the Resistance. It was a glimmer that resembled a distant star to most people, but to her, it was Poe unmasking for a second to allow her to see exactly who he was. Even in the most intense strategy briefings, she knew the second that his intense gaze connected with hers, that she’d see the fear he worked tirelessly to hide or the excitement he had to get back into the sky.

“I think it was your father who said it best.” She continued, “Poe was raised by warrior women. From his early years with his mother and I to his teenage years with Leia, that boy was destined to bring home a rebel of his own. Obviously, your dad didn’t exactly know that it was going to be you at the time, but you get the point.”

Kara’s eyes had welled up as her mother spoke, silently wishing that she could wrap her arms around her and feel the comforting glow that used to envelop her as a child. She was trying to not get greedy, as talking to her was more than she ever could have asked for, but it didn’t change that she still missed her, her father, Shara Bey, and Han Solo more than words could ever express. More now than ever.

The young woman settled for a question she asked herself everyday at least once, knowing that her mother would have an answer much better than any of the one’s she’d fabricated in her own head. “If Dad was here right now, what do you think he’d say?”

“He’d probably tell you that it’s about time.” Athena quipped, causing both women to snort. Jamie Embers never missed the opportunity for a solid one-liner. “After that, he’d tell you that he never liked Poe. Just to be a pain.”

The room erupted in warm laughter as they both could hear the sound of the man’s voice in their heads.

“Ultimately though, your father would pull you into his arms just like he used to and tell you that of all the men in the galaxy, he’s glad you managed to fall for one that will protect and support you as fiercely as he does.”

“Maker.. I wish you could all be here.” Kara murmured as the cockpit fell silent again. Her mother’s ghost flickering a bit as the girl’s emotions ricocheted between happiness, grief, and love.

They both felt him before hearing him, his warm rugged aura pulling them both back to the temperate warmth of Yavin 4 in a time before the war. A time where they really were all together. “Stargirl?”

“Duty calls, sweetheart.” Kara’s mother stood, smiling as Poe’s footsteps in the durasteel hallway got closer.

“But..”

“It’s ok, Kara. We’ll see each other again, I promise.” She said, tears falling as she reached out to cup her daughter’s cheek. “Till then, can you do something for me?”

Kara nodded, “Anything.”

“Poe needs you. All of you.” She said, her voice flirting between an order and a plea. “Let him in again. For real this time.”

As the cockpit door opened, Athena Embers disappeared from sight.

“Hey.. you ok?” Poe stopped in the doorframe, seeing the longing look on Kara’s face as she surveyed the empty seat next to her. He sensed her struggling, wishing she had more time, fighting with a loneliness that so often closed her off and made her cold. He slowly stepped inside, closing the door behind him as he knelt in front of her. His calloused fingers grazed over her knee as those dreamy amber eyes waited for her to soften.

Let him in again… for real this time.

Kara brushed a loose curl from his forehead, seeing the concern and exhaustion rippling across his features. “Yea, I’m just tired.”

“I figured as much.” He rose to briefly survey the navigation system, noting that they still had several hours before they’d get anywhere near the base. “I kinda thought you’d be in a bunk by now.”

“It’s a little hard to take a nap when you two are harassing Chewy.” Her eyes were fully on him now, showing her fake annoyance and genuine amusement. “This is the quietest place on the ship.”

“Still can’t beat him, that fuzzy bastard.” Poe laughed, running a warm, apologetic hand down her arm. “He definitely cheats.”

“Of course he cheats, Poe.” Kara retorted, “He’s had 150 years of practice and spent most of his time with a smuggler.”

Poe cocked a dark eyebrow, smirking as he sat down in the vacant pilot’s seat across from her. “So what? Doesn’t mean he can’t let a guy win every once in a while.”

“You are impossible, Dameron.” She rolled her eyes, turning her gaze back to the stars whirring past them.“Who would have thought that the best pilot in the Resistance would be such a sore loser?”

Poe swiftly shoved his leg out to stop her chair from spinning away from him, catching the mischievous grin tugging at her lips as he leaned into her space. “What did you just call me?”

His tone would have had anyone else weak in the knees, either preparing to ask for forgiveness or praying he was planning to take them back to his bunk, but not Kara. She ran her splinted hand through her hair and allowed herself to dip a little closer to his face, hearing his breath catch in his throat as she stopped just out of his reach. “You heard me.”

Poe wasn’t prepared for the effect her words would have on him. The pilot resisted the urge to bite his lip, knowing that it was a tell for his own arousal, though he could already feel his body beginning to betray him. Instead, he pressed his palm into the backrest of her chair, creeping millimeters closer to her as he searched her eyes for signs that she didn’t want to keep going. He couldn’t find any.

In fact, she’d already let her guard down completely. Poe hadn’t seen that playful glimmer in her eyes since they were kids and it was just as deceptively innocent as it was back then. She appeared like she was unaffected by his advances when in reality, he knew she was wound tighter than cooling coils in his X-Wing. Her uninjured hand crept under the hem of his shirt as he held her stare, causing him to bite down on his tongue to quell the purr that threatened to escape him. This was turning into a battle of wills, one he wasn’t quite sure he could win.

“Answer the question, Commander.” He pressed, doing his best to keep his tone as firm as it had been before as her fingertips seemingly lit his skin on fire. “That’s an order.”

“I said…” Kara hummed, her breath warm on his face as her emerald stare enchanted him again. “You’re a sore loser, Commander.”

Poe felt her broken hand brush lightly against his waistline as he closed his eyes. The last thing he’d expected was for her to steal control of this situation. He had originally planned to pop open one of the stashed bottles of Correllian whiskey and tell stories until they fell asleep under the stars. Just like they did before they’d both left to join the war.

Meanwhile, Kara had lost count of how many times she’d hoped her best friend would kiss her in that cockpit. It had been their safe place since they were babies. From napping in Han’s arms to telling secrets over whiskey shots when they were definitely not old enough to drink, she actually thought it would be where Poe admitted his feelings for her or begged her to enlist with him rather than go to the academy. When neither of those things happened, it became the only place she’d let herself be broken-hearted.

It made it the perfect place for her mother to finally appear to her, given that it held so many emotional memories under lock and key. It also now made it the ideal place for her to finally rewrite a few of those stories.

Kara felt Poe’s brow furrow as she leaned her forehead against his, sensing him at war with his self-control. He didn’t want to take advantage of the fact that she was letting him see a side of her he hadn’t seen in years, but at the same time he wanted it more than air to breathe. Kara fought her urge to reassure him with the soft tone she often used to tell him that she wanted him. Instead, she finally allowed herself to lean into her newfound power, catching a glimpse of Poe’s jaw clenched in an gritty attempt to resist her unusually flirty advances.

“What’s wrong, Commander Dameron?” His eyes snapped back open when she emphasized his title. Her whispered words were hot against his lips. “Afraid to admit that I’m right?”

The man couldn’t take it anymore. His kiss crashed into hers, drinking her up like he’d just spent weeks trudging across a desert planet in search of water. When her hands found their way to his shoulders, he wasted no time scooping her up out of her seat and into his lap without breaking apart. Her weight effortlessly settled across his hips as he felt her lips travel to his jawline, nipping and licking at his known sweet spots. Poe didn’t bother to stifle a breathy “kriffing hell” that broke through the silence as she ground against him, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. To hell with what he had planned.

Kara smiled against his skin when she’d heard him curse. Usually, he was the one breaking through her defenses and Maker, it was liberating to have it be the other way around. She nested the fingers of her good hand in his hair, tugging his head back to allow her better access to his neck, as she sensually kissed down toward the collar of his dark shirt. His hips involuntarily bucked against hers as he groaned, running his hands up her thighs to wrestle with the edge of her tunic. Kara briefly let her eyes flick to the door, seeing the shadow of what she thought was a person standing on the other side. She blinked, kissing just under Poe’s ear before noticing it again. He only got out half a moan before she muffled it with her hand.

“You are going to have to be quiet or we are going to get caught.” Kara half-shushed, half-giggled, finding his wide-eyed glare amusing amidst the stunned, overstimulated silence. It took her a few seconds, as she watched the shadow disappear from the light under the door, to pull her hand from his mouth, tucking it back in his curls as she felt his own hands wander back to her waist. “Unless you think you can hide your…excitement… in a walk back to the bunks.”

Poe paused, his lips swollen and eyes dark with lust as he caught her glancing down toward the simmering pool of heat that settled between them. His mind raced with the possible outcomes, as getting caught by Chewy or Finn in their current situation would be embarrassing if not borderline humiliating considering they all had to share the cockpit. At least if they moved to a bunk, there was another suite on the other side of the ship the others could crash in. The catch was walking to the bunks meant passing through the main hold, where Finn and Chewy were likely still locked in another game of dejarik, which meant he’d have to find a way to hide his already painfully hard erection.

He glanced back up at Kara, who was still as close as she could be to him without having her lips on his skin. Lucky for her, she could at least lie about their situation and someone would believe her. She had an alibi down to her half pulled out braid, which frustrated Poe in more ways than one.

“I’m going to have to try. We can’t stay here.” He panted, trying like hell to calm himself down enough to be inconspicuous. It didn’t help that Poe could feel every shift of Kara’s weight against his pelvis as she watched him deal with the abrupt stop in the action. “Not with you doing whatever the kriff it is you are doing…”

His last few words came out as a gruff growl, leading the girl against him to smirk. Poe had watched countless others fall under the spell of that look he’d seen earlier, but always figured he’d be immune. It had become abundantly clear in a matter of minutes that he wasn’t. To his credit, the tactic had evolved quite a bit since the last time she’d tried it on him.

“So, what’s your plan, Commander?” Kara drew out his title again on purpose, knowing he’d do the same to her if the roles were reversed.

“You first.” Poe groaned, shifting her slightly up his thighs in another attempt to pull himself together. He needed her to back off or they’d never get across the hold without any questions from their friends. Especially his nosy little droid. “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you?”

“I realized I was still keeping you at arms length and you don’t deserve that.” She said, leaning up off his chest to get a better look at his face. “I have been doing it since I first got back. Even after you said you loved me. All because I was worried you’d think I was too independent or something.”

“Your independence is one of the sexiest things about you, you realize that right?” He replied, pulling the edge of her tunic back down over her belt as he felt the pressure below his own starting to subside.

“I may need you to share that with a few of the female cadets when we get back.” Her hands fiddled with the collar of his shirt, hiding the red marks she’d started to leave on his skin. “Most of them are counting on you getting sick of being my sidekick and going back to your old ways.”

Kara mocked as Poe shook his head with a chuckle. “I mean you could just give them a play by play of the saber battle… and highlight the part where I shot Ren with a bad arm and saved you from a night in an interrogation pod?”

“And let them all go to sleep fantasizing that you were saving them instead of me? Hard pass.”

Poe smirked, “Sounds like someone is a little jealous.”

“Why would I be jealous of their fantasy when it was my reality?” Kara snorted, easing herself back down against his chest again. “I think I’ll just stick to telling them that you’re a terrible loser.”

Poe rolled his eyes this time, mistakenly letting her steal a kiss that got dangerously close to riling him up again. His hands wrapped around her wrists in an instant, careful to not agitate her injuries but strong enough to stop her advance; “…you are gonna end up in binders if you don’t stop.” He growled, sounding more aroused and agitated.

“Is that a threat or a promise, Dameron?” He watched her carefully, knowing that she had already picked up on the tone of his voice. She tried to twist out of his grip but he held fast. “Sounds like a threat.”

“Have you thought of how you’d explain that to Chewy and Finn?” Poe raised an eyebrow as she leaned away from him again, allowing her arms to go slack in his grip. A few tense seconds passed between them as he could see her analyzing him, anticipating his hold on her to continue to loosen as she created the illusion that she was going to back off. Two could play in that game. “Or should we just slap a set on and find out in real time?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” She yanked against his grip again. No dice.

“Try me.”

Kara could tell that deep down Poe was bluffing. She knew that he’d never embarrass or humiliate her like that for real, even if he did sound like he was dead serious. There were obvious signs that he really did want her to test him though; she could see that behind the commanding look in his eyes. He was curious. Poe wanted to have a little fun, push the boundaries a bit, maybe break a few of their old rules; as long as she was ready.

She scooched back and stood up, swiveling her wrists to free her hands with a standard self-defense move as Poe rose to his feet. He resisted the temptation to grab her waist as she eased ever so slightly out of his space, brushing the end of her braid back behind her shoulder and straightening her belt. Her hand hovered over the door panel when her eyes found his again.

“I’m going out there first. If you don’t hear from me, meet me in the bunks in 5 minutes.” She ordered, her voice low and firm like it was against Ren. She didn’t even wait for him to reply before she was already halfway down the hall.

Finn and Chewy weren’t in the hold when she got there, clearly having retired to the bunks on the far side of the ship given it was late and they were already exhausted. Kara didn’t waste any time turning herself around. If they were going to do this at all, the time was now.

Poe’s head shot up when he heard the door reopen, “That was fast?”

She didn’t reply as the door whooshed closed, its panel chirping as it locked. Poe felt Kara’s hands turn his head to hers as she straddled him again, pulling him into a kiss that managed to rival the one she’d left him with. The one that almost pushed him over the edge again, so much so he couldn’t get out of his head. The one that had him threatening to cuff her hands behind her back if she touched him again. A satisfied groan left his chest as his hands released the Falcon’s yoke, bumping the autopilot switch as he yanked her further into his lap again. Damn girl was going to kill him. Every pilot fantasized about moments like this, and while it wasn’t his X-wing, he was pretty sure the Falcon was a worthy alternative.

“W..what happened to—“ he started, feeling her find the soft, sensitive skin under his ear again with her lips. His coherent words got stuck in his throat as his nervous system short circuited under her touch. Kriff..

“They’re asleep.” She purred, “in the bunks by the cargo hold.” Poe let his hands run down her back as she trailed kisses along his jaw, getting lost in the way she carefully started to take him apart. “So, the coast is clear, flyboy…”

“You sure?” He teased affectionately, helping her out of her tunic and tossing it into the empty seat next to them. “I don’t want you to think just because you think you’ve been holding back that we have to do this.”

“Oh I’m sure.” Her words sounded more confident than ever. “Plus, it’s time I replace the memories of you failing to take a hint however many years ago.”

Poe cocked an eyebrow at her as she pulled away from his neck, “Wait, what hint?”

Kara smiled, feeling Poe’s entire body stiffen for a second like he’d made some terrible mistake. She massaged the back of his neck with her fingers, melting the man’s anxiety away almost as quickly as it arrived. “Lets just say I wasn’t asking you to talk me out of enlisting, Poe.”

Her hips rolled as she kissed him again, feeling his lips curl into a soft smile as the memories flickered in his mind. One of Leia’s many senate friends had submitted an anonymous application to the Academy for Kara after spending a summer or two with them all on Yavin. The woman had been impressed by the girl’s intelligence and ingenuity as she observed her around the base, stating that skills like that were instrumental to a strong Republic. Kara’s father had passed only a few weeks before she had gotten the acceptance letter.

He had rolled himself out from under an X-Wing he was helping Han repair for a shipper when she had messaged him to meet her in the Falcon. Poe would never forget the exasperated look on her face as she tried to tell him that she was better served as an enlisted pilot, just like her old man had been.. It was days before she was supposed to leave and she had just returned with Leia from the gala they’d thrown for the incoming class, still wearing the forest green gown that Han had brought back for her from Naboo as she knocked back several shots of Outer Rim liquor from their stash.

Poe had always been curious if she had noticed him trying to not gawk at her as she tried to rationalize her decision with stories from the party. Almost all of the cadets in her year were children of senators or diplomats. She was one of four incoming cadets that had any ties to the former Rebellion, and one of two that didn’t come from generational wealth. He couldn’t blame her for feeling like an outsider, but he also couldn’t let her throw away the opportunity to possibly lead the New Republic. Even if he did really want to tell her that she was right and selfishly have her follow him to basic training.

The pilot looked at the girl in his lap as his mind circled back to the present. It didn’t completely surprise him that her hint had gone over his head all those years ago. Especially since he spent so much time trying to convince himself that his love for her was more like a sister than a future wife. Her emerald green eyes locked on him. Darkened with desire, they looked just like that dress from his memories and needless to say, he wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice.

"Well, I'm not as clueless as I used to be." He hummed, letting his nose brush hers as he tangled his fingers in her hair. His hooded eyes caught her genuine smile as he closed the space between them again. "I still talk too much... but the only thing I'm talking you out of tonight is the rest of your clothes, I can promise you that."

#poe dameron x oc #poe dameron #fanfiction #poe dameron fanfiction #star wars oc #star wars #fanfic #wattpad #poe dameron fan #poe dameron fic

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pilesofjamesfrancos · 3 months

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Politricks 3/8/24

As Denis Villeneuve's Dune Part 2 finally enters theaters and my entire twitter circle gets to rave about how "we are so back", it seems that the dark hollowness of early 2024 has finally begun to diminish. Christian Bale has opened his own sound of music-esque foster mansion, France became the first country to constitutionally declare the right of abortion, and both MGMT and Everything Everything have dropped two fantastic indie pop records.

Yet, engaging with these cutesy headlines from r/goodnews is like playing russian roulette. You get your critical dosage of serotonin at every victory, but you're still playing with a loaded gun. It took 30,000 reported Palestinian deaths until the U.S. Air Force thought it'd be time to drop a single care package in Gaza, which contained two packets of blueberry fun dip and a silver cap gun. Every online presidential poll shows Trump back on top, and unless dark brandon decides to use his wizardry for good, we will soon live under the guise of the Donald.

I try my best not to sell myself as some political pundit or reactionary. I have a lot to learn and need to finish at least 3 more essays before coming out to my parents as a socialist. It's not my place to be a shepherd for people who I view as straying off course when I am off the fucking map entirely. Today I ate a pretzel bread roll and cut up smoked Gouda from Meijer as I watched Christopher Hitchens on Charlie Rose. My dad walked into my room and asked if I needed any money for dinner; he left $20 on the kitchen counter and went back to his real estate office with his own parking spot and secretary. My privilege is observable, measurable even, and I let it wash over me as I then use the $20 to buy weed and soda from a crumbling gas station in southern Chicago Heights, where my car is always the best looking, and the employees don't ask for your ID.

Noam Chomsky may be the father of modern linguistics, but Chomsky never considered the raw emotional attachment between myself and the Spanish-speaking cashier during our weekly interactions.

"Ay, hello! que deseas, que deseas?"

"Hey, lemme get a pack of black and mild sweets."

"Huh? que dijiste?"

"Black and Mild sweets"

"Ah! Black and Mild!"

"No no, the sweets, these ones right here! Not black, not the black ones"

"lo siento, aqui. Five fifty five"

"Here's six, keep the change."

He wears an American trucking cap and massages his stringing beard that hangs underneath his chin. I can see the sweat accumulating off his black tank top, and he almost always smells like shit. His name might be Mateo or Adrian or Sebastian, and he probably drives a beat-up Chevy pickup truck. I could see myself living this kind of life.

Not to say that this particular person is uneducated or ignorant, but there must be some freedom in the unimportance of your life as a gas station clerk. You don't get to even pretend that you have a real job, like the UChicago fucks who do "research" at nonprofits and vigorously apply for positions at the World Economic Forum. Instead, you sell lottery tickets to mid-life crisis parents, and your biggest concern is kids blocking the entrance with bicycles. You smoke and drink during work cause who cares? It's 2 AM and you're behind the counter of a decrepit Exxon Mobil. These guys are usually religious but I don't know what that brings us to.

After purchasing, I head back to my car and drive home. The sun draws down tangerine streaks, and the low hum of my car's stereo brings me to peace for a moment. Clumps of gravel and debris do nothing against my rugged winter tires and I cruise into the driveway, the sky almost completely dark now.

My front porch is great, I overlook large, skinny elm trees and a winding road that cars like to drive fast on. I watch tobacco smoke fly in the air and circle me, then I breathe in the wet, early spring air, at which point is usually when my night comes to an end, and I walk to my room and put on a movie to fall asleep to.

Now, if we can bring ourselves back to the main point, why would you ever take political, cultural, economic, or philosophical advice from this kind of person? Why must I mention the 30,0000 Palestinian deaths since October 7th in this essay? Why should I have a stake in the marketplace of ideas, and more importantly, why should that reactionary input sprout any meaning for you?

In terms of why I think the way I do, and why I crawl into ideologies, there are two truths.

I need to raise my own self-esteem

2. This is post-secularist thought which can only be natural.

This is who I am now, a growing person making sense of their affluent world and being compelled to comment on it. The "guy who talks about war crimes at party" according to Tim Dillon. But if we categorize all opportunist writers like me into such a box of high-ego, preachy douchebags, if everyone criticized all writers the way I criticize myself, then there would be no point in writing and I'm trapped. I have no mouth and must scream, I have no dick and must cum. And so, I stay here in this persona.

A girl I went to high school with tells me she is scared of the future. I tell her to start smoking weed and invest in Chinese travel companies. She then leaves and I think about what I told her, and how annoying I am, and how I haven't really grown up, and how the only people I call my friends live thousands of miles away. I decide to cook noodles and play Ella Fitzgerald.

#rambles #stream of consciousness

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fangurk · 3 years

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Puppy Love (The Cullen Family x Child! Werewolf! Reader)

Key:

Y/n - Your Name

Y/h/c - Your Hair Color

Y/e/c - Your Eye Color

Y/f/c - Your Favorite Color

Y/f/f - Your Favorite Flavor

Prompt (given to me by @inrice): but could you do something along the lines of the cullens (mainly alice) takes upon the job of raising a werewolf!reader? who's a child of course.

Summary: Alice Cullen stumbles upon a very strange, very lonely child while out on a hunt and, in true Cullen fashion, decides to take them home. Nobody knows how to take care of a werewolf or a child, but when they put in a collective effort (and bring in the help of Bella) things start getting easier...

Warning: Is this kidnapping? It might be kidnapping, fluff, slightly angsty at some parts, AU because Caius is cruel, and potentially odd genderless terms of endearment.

A/n: family fic makes the brain go brrr. so like i didn't really know how to handle the whole werewolf thing because the twilight lore is so... bare... and i wanted to write more on the family parts so it's not like a real focus but it is mentioned quite a bit. I hope that's okay! /gen

Word Count: 1.2k+

Alice wasn’t able to foresee you.

She simply stumbled across you one day on a hunt, your tiny body curled up at the base of a tree. You smelled so much of dog she almost mistook you for one, and then you looked up at her with big y/e/c eyes and she knew.

Carlisle wasn’t very happy when she brought you home.

“The Volturi will have a field day with this.” He says as he repacks his doctor bag. “The child is dangerous to have around.”

“But they're all alone, Carlisle. You said it yourself, they looked like they were out there for days— and I waited there with them until nightfall, no one came…”

Her shoulders fall and she looks at the door separating them from the rest of the family.

“Oh please just let them stay, we’ll all take care of them— if anything we’re better suited for it than anyone!”

Carlisle opens his mouth to protest but is interrupted by Esme opening the door, you asleep in her arms. All of his hesitance melts away at the sight, and at the sound of your small snores.

He sighs. “Fine, the child can stay— but we have to be careful.”

Alice nearly erupts with her joy, and Carlisle tries to hide a smile.

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They give you a nice bedroom.

Rosalie, Alice, and Esme take an entire day to shop, nearly clearing out three children’s stores in the process. They build you furniture and they paint the walls a pretty shade of y/f/c; you now own more toys and clothes than a kid can possibly comprehend.

You spend the day with Emmett, the only Cullen boy who’s comfortable getting close to you, and he introduces you to the wide range of children’s cartoons. Your browsing ended with Crashbox, something that had the big man far more into it than you, but it was fun nonetheless.

“Want to see your room, Y/n?” Rosalie hums, poking her head around the corner and flashing you a dazzling smile.

The ladies let you wander around the new space, excitement brightening your features.

Emmett is still enraptured by the TV long after you’re put to bed.

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Most days are good days.

Even if two of the family members seem a little afraid of you, you’re happy. You’re fed and clothed and loved.

But then there are bad days.

You wouldn’t eat. Nothing Esme made you was satisfactory and you were too upset and overwhelmed to let anyone know what you wanted; everyone tries to comfort you, even Jasper with his powers, but none of it really seems to work.

And then Edward comes home.

He left at some point during the crying and everyone figured that he was just bailing ship like he usually does when it comes to you. But, in reality, he somehow managed to get a cohesive reading of your mind and immediately went to someone who could help him.

“I brought Bella.” He says, gesturing awkwardly at his equally awkward girlfriend when five sets of frustrated eyes land on him.

“And I brought chicken nuggets…” The brunette human raises the bag up with a smile.

Everyone watches in confusion as you perk up a bit.

“Uh, here.” Bella crosses the room and places the bag down in front of you.

You open the bag and immediately start eating, sniffling but no longer upset. Every Cullen is reeling in shock.

“Well. What do you have to say to Bella?” Alice clears her throat, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Thank you, Bella.” You mumble, mouth full of food.

“Oh- it was actually Edward’s idea.”

You turn and thank him, beaming, and he gives you a crooked smile in return.

Afterward, Edward doesn’t really avoid you anymore.

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‘Children of the Moon’ don’t pass their lycanthropy onto their offspring.

Alice doesn’t like to think about it, but sometimes the implication that someone bit and infected you consumes her mind and it makes her want to cry.

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On the days they go to school, you do too.

They figure it’s good for you to spend time with other kids your age, and it seems to be. You always come home with crazy stories of playtime adventures and smelling of paint and crayons; the teachers love you, or more so the bright little woman who picks you up from school.

“Draw your family.” The teacher encourages one day.

You draw the Cullens.

When you proudly hand it to Alice when she picks you up from school, she lifts you up in a hug. Jasper frames your little drawing and puts it up next to all of their graduation caps.

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The full moon is pretty horrific.

In order to keep everyone safe from your tiny claws, they keep you in the basement. For hours before the transformation, you just lie down there and wail-- you’re only little, it’s only fair.

Alice sits outside and talks to you the whole time, her voice wavering and her hands shaking.

She doesn’t move after the wails turn into howls, even if it would be safer to do so.

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“Does Jasper hate me?”

You’re wrapped up in bandages, sitting on the picnic blanket with your adoptive mother and eating a sandwich too big for you as her husband pretends to do something down by the water. Alice is completely blindsided. They’ve sort of explained what they are to you, and you’ve kind of filled in blank spaces to the best of your ability, but she’s still unsure how to explain Jasper’s hesitance.

She doesn’t wind up having to.

“No,” He says, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “I don’t. I’m actually quite fond of you darlin’.”

That alone seems to satisfy you and, over time, he loosens up a bit.

Jasper seems happier than he has in a while, listening to you talk about things little kids talk about, and Alice watches fondly with a smile.

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One of them reads a story and tucks you into bed every night.

Most times it’s Alice, sometimes Jasper joins in.

Tonight is one of those nights. You’re clean and showered, dressed in a cute little pajama set, and nestled under the covers; she’s lying down next to you, Goodnight Moon open in her hands, and he’s in a chair next to the bed.

“... goodnight noises everywhere.” She finishes, smiling at your drooping eyes and lulling head.

Carefully, she unwinds herself from you and, with the help of her husband tucks the blanket under your sides. You tug your favorite stuffed animal close to your chest, y/e/c eyes closed, and a smile on your little face.

“Goodnight, y/n.” “Night, kid.” They each say, Alice bending down to kiss your head and Jasper opting to stand there and smile.

“G’night mom and dad.”

Jasper’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head and he turns to face his wife quickly.

Alice Cullen, the girl who forgot half of her life, never felt more whole than she did standing in your room, holding her mate’s hand, and turning off the light as the hushed sound of a cricket’s song filled the big house...

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@batmanunicorns523

#alice cullen x reader #jasper hale x reader #alice cullen imagine #jasper hale imagine #the cullens x reader #the cullens #twilight imagines #twilight saga #twilight #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #edward cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #esme cullen

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Rey Gives No F*cks About the Grandfather Paradox

Okay so since nobody’s suggested a fic under these terms, I ended up expanding on this post on discord and things snowballed. We kept to the basics of the entire plot revolving around Rey really hating her grandad and leveraging her blood relation to not be unalived about it.

With contributions by @atagotiak, @dracothulhu, @thepallaspalace, and several others. The title comes from @gelpenss.

The basic thing I absolutely need is this: Rey gets thrown back to the middle of the clone wars, and the subsequent plot leans in really heavily on her being, genetically-via-clone-dad, the daughter of the guy running the entire galaxy.

Nobody knows what to do with her.

The timing is mid-TCW for the past (because I want Ahsoka there) and vaguely between Episodes 8 and 9 because I... never watched E9 and don’t want to worry about the timeline. The only things that matter is that Luke is dead (he can die as he did in canon) and that Rey knows she’s Palp’s granddaughter (not the way she does in canon).

We'll say Luke found out from Anakin's panicked force-ghost and just went "well, fuck, okay, I should tell her this before she ends up in a situation like mine and finds out mid-battle or something."

Luke, prior to time-travel: Okay, so, now that I'm dead I know some things I didn't before. Like who your parents were. In the interest of full disclosure because I was in a very similar situation and I don't want you learning the way I did, I'm just going to come right out and say that your father was a clone was Sheev Palpatine. Rey: ... Luke: Are you okay? Rey: I don't know who that is.

(She grew up on Jakku, the history education was a little subpar.)

Setting The Scene

Imagine Rey showing up during or immediately before the clone wars. There’s this phenomenally powerful feral teenager from a desert backwater who tells you that if you ran a paternity test, it would probably pop up the Chancellor. She may or may not bring up cloning. She accuses said Chancellor of being a Sith Lord.

Your other phenomenally powerful feral teenager from a desert backwater, who may not be a teenager anymore but only barely, is very offended by this because Palpatine’s a Very Nice Old Grandfather Figure, but also he’s a little full of side-eye because if the blood test comes back as proof, then Palpatine had a kid and didn’t even know about them, or lied to Anakin, and that’s! Bad! Family’s important!!!

Palpatine hears about this daughter he apparently? Has? And is very confused because the timing doesn’t match up with ANYTHING he was doing, so the kid isn’t natural, and he says as much. (There is an explanation! It’s not a correct explanation, but he does come up with one.)

Finn and Poe and BB-8 all get dragged along because why not have the gang there? Nobody that’s already born, because [handwave] conservation of souls or something, IDK, point is the only person dragged along that’s even remotely close to already existing is Luke’s Force Ghost, who mostly hangs around begging Rey to be less impulsive. Finn is good because he is a nice polite boy, but for actual useful information they need Poe. The unfortunate situation is that the three do not land together. They land at the same time, in completely different corners of the galaxy. This means that nobody is there to curb Rey being her most impulsive self.

Time travel Rey knows two things. Luke’s dad ends up evil. Palpatine has always been evil.

She can solve one of these problems by killing the other, yes?

Rey: Ready to Rumble

See, the initial idea was this: Rey tried to break into the senate to kill Palpatine, got arrested, and then used the "he's biologically my father" card to get out of jail free. (Force Ghost Luke follows her like “please take five seconds to think this through.”)

But.

It would be very, very, very funny if The Force just dumps her in a flash of light in the senate building and she just attacks Gramps on sight. Just a shouted "YOU!" and no-hesitation attempted murder.

Palpatine has no idea what's going on.

Rey took maybe two seconds to get identity confirmation and then started swinging.

[Image Description: An individual in a green metal helmet with an eye slit, holding a pistol. In the upper left, upper right, and lower middle are the phrases “I do not know who I am...” “I don’t know why I’m here” and “All I know is that I must kill.” End description.]

Of course, she gets arrested. There are Master Jedi in the Senate. There are Clone Troopers. Palpatine isn’t the weak old man he pretends to be. Of course she’s stopped.

But she isn’t executed in time for Palpatine to stop her from ruining his entire reputation.

Immediately after Rey fails to kill her Shitty Granddad, Luke's ghost shows up and begs her to not talk about the Sith thing because it will completely undermine everything she's trying to do. Pass off the attempted murder as something else!

Rey, panicking: "that fucker left me on a desert planet for 10 years!" "You owe me 19 years of child support you son of a Hutt!"

The Jedi have to do the investigation, because the girl showed up with a laser sword, and the conversation is, uh... interesting. (“Where did you get that lightsaber?” “I got it from a mysterious old pirate lady I never met before. I don't know, I was being shown around by a smuggler and a Wookie.”)

Interviewer: Why did you try to assassinate the Chancellor? Luke: Say it wasn't assassination. Rey: It wasn't assassination. Int: You weren't trying to kill him? Luke: Assassination has to be politically motivated. Rey: This was, um... not political. Assassination is political, right? Int: You mean this was personally motivated? Rey: Yes. Int: I see. What personal motivation? Luke: Jakku! Rey: He's my grandfather. Int: ... Rey: Possibly father. Nobody was very clear on that. Int: ... Luke: Tell them to run a paternity test. Rey: Oh hey, a blood test would tell us which, right? Int: ............ Rey: I spent ten years as an orphaned scrapdealer on Jakku. He's my father. I'm kind of a little angry. Int: ........... Luke: Good job, kid. You bought yourself some time. Int: I'm going to get a medic to see about that parternity test.

Obviously, it comes back positive. Congratulations, Sheev, you’re the father.

Rey comes with a ready-made built-in excuse for hating Palpatine that nobody can question or fault her for!

Rey, pouring Truth into the Force: I didn't even know I was related to the Chancellor until a few months ago, but it's his fault I grew up the way I did, and he should take some responsibility!

The entire thing is mostly kept hush hush but someone leaks it to the press and Palpatine's ratings tank.

"Chancellor, I think we'll need to waive family visitation until she wants you a little less dead." "I would like to find out why she wants me dead, and indeed, where she came from." "...sir, for your own safety--"

Who would win? A master plan years in the making spanning decades of manipulating and work? or One (1) paternity test

"Okay, so, Rey Palpat--" "Ew, no, I don't want his name." "You--okay. Sure, we can understand that. Is there a name you would prefer to put on the paperwork?" Rey, who would have gone by Skywalker in honor of Luke but can't do that when Anakin is right there and all: "Can I think about it?"

Rey: I don't know what I want my last name to be but I know I don't want his, and most of the people I’d want a name from have famous families like you... Luke's ghost, pointing out the Literal Nobody that she cares about a lot: How about Solo? Rey: ...Solo, then.

(A few months later she runs into Poe again and he offers for Finn and Rey to both take his name because honestly they need SOMETHING but at that point she’s already decided on Smuggler Dad.)

Backtrack a bit. We’ve got a bigger cast.

They all arrive separately. Poe, for one, does better than Rey, who is aiming for a murder, but not quite as well as Finn, who is currently being adopted and hidden like a secret cat by a bunch of Alpha Clones on Kamino. He vibes with the names-or-numbers thing. He doesn’t necessarily tell them where and when he’s from, but he’s very sweet and a great liar and they adopt him wholesale anyway.

The Finn situation is just... "Buir Ti, we need you to hide this man, we've decided he's our little brother but if Nala Se finds out she'll make him leave."

Of course, this leads into Shaak Ti teaching Finn how to Jedi.

Maybe consider Finn needing to almost be tricked into learning Jedi things because he willfully forgets it could apply to him. Finn does not like to think of himself as special, which is super valid, but frustrating for Shaak Ti when it comes to, you know, getting him to acquire knowledge. Finn's training at some point is "here, levitate objects with the Force to entertain the tubies." It’s a lot easier to convince him to practice when it involves the babies.

(Everyone on Kamino looked at Finn and went “oh I love him I’m keeping him and teaching him things.”)

(He’s just very lovable.)

Poe, meanwhile, buys the trust of Anakin Skywalker via R2D2 declaring BB-8 the absolute most baby of droids. R2D2 met BB-8 three hours ago but.

"Hey Obi-Wan this is Poe I met him like five days ago but R2D2 says he checks out because his droid is a baby." "That's nice, Anakin, did you know the Chancellor has a daughter who tried to assassinate him in broad daylight yesterday? Because guess who had to stop the Chancellor from getting assassinated by his daughter in broad daylight yesterday."

A summary so far:

Finn, on Kamino: Hey, um, I don't know where this is, but it's not where I was a few minutes ago. Do you think you could get me a comm? What's your name? Poe, on [dice roll] Denon: Oh, hey, you're General Skywalker? Nice to meet you, I'm so sorry about my droid, she's a little excitable and thought your R2 unit looked like a friend of hers-- Rey, on Coruscant: DIE, GRANDFATHER

Finn: [Peacefully vibing on Kamino, unaware of the chaos and bonding with the clones] Poe: [Trying to explain how he knows someone who tried to kill the chancellor and defend Rey] Rey: [Arrested for trying to kill the chancellor]

Just... just...

Anakin: Some guy ended up lost on base yesterday with his droid, how’s your day going? Obi-Wan: I had to stop someone who claims to be the chancellors daughter from murdering the chancellor after she seemingly blinked into existence in the Senate building. Poe: 😐

(Poe: Oh, so that's where Chaos^2 went.)

Poe: In her defense, she is his... well we don't know if she's his daughter or granddaughter, but she's definitely related to him, and she definitely grew up in a shitty situation that was his fault, so...

(Poe is trying very hard to explain this and not get arrested on the military base.)

As you’ve probably guessed, what's especially funny about all of this for me is the fact that Palpatine is fully aware that this girl shouldn't exist, but can't find a single piece of evidence about where she came from. He didn't start any experiments that could result in a female child, and he didn't have sex in that period of time, so where the hell--

Rey spends so much time in jail... BUT they do eventually assign her a Jedi Master. Possibly before she actually proves her evil grandfather is in fact evil. Most votes went to either Plo Koon or Obi-Wan. Plo, because he’s dad-shaped, and Obi...

"Obi-Wan, you already raised one feral desert child with implausible amounts of power, you handle this." Rey in return is very "Sweet, you vaguely remind me of Master Luke," and nobody knows who the hell she's talking about. Obi-Wan is NOT on board with this plan, she'd really be better off with Plo or like........ Mace.

Reunion Tour

What I need out of this is the eventual Finn and Rey reunion scene that is just excited screaming while someone in the background explains to Shaak Ti that yes this is apparently Palpatine's terrifyingly force-sensitive daughter who hates him.

(Finn senses Rey’s approach and just. Gathers the everyone to wait. He’s just :D REY MY FRIEND REY GUYS MY FRIEND REY IS COMING.)

Anakin shows up with Poe--just a guy who signed on to the military, no big deal--and then Poe and Rey are EXCITED and everyone's just like "Cool, how do you know this literal terrorist child?" And Poe has to scramble and "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh she saved my droid from a scrapheap once and BB-8 is basically my child so I owe her one."

Rey knows that Anakin ends up evil so she’s maybe not actively hostile but definitely very “I’m watching you.” That said, she vibes with him on a lot of things that he maybe doesn’t actively notice.

Rey picks up a snake, snaps off the head for venom avoidance, and starts biting off chunks. Obi-Wan's reaction: [undisguised horror] Anakin and Ahsoka: Ooh, where'd you find that? (Obi-Wan: And now I’m up to three feral children.)

What Does Palpatine Even Do?

OBVIOUSLY at a certain point, Palpatine is just phoning up every ally he has to figure out who broke protocol to synthesize a daughter for him.

So of course, Palpatine blame Plagueis.

She'd have been born five or so years before Naboo, just a few years younger than Anakin. It's such an EASY theory to build a conspiracy around. It is ENTIRELY WRONG, but it’s plausible! And anyone who might have been involved to say otherwise is probably dead!

A random bio-kid shows up you can’t possibly have contributed genes to? Maybe it’s the evil bio spark that did it.

Palpatine tries to placate her with the ‘my genes were stolen for an experiment and I didn’t know’ thing. It doesn’t work because her actual main complaint is he’s evil in her future but he tries.

It'd be a struggle to even get access to her, because of the aforementioned “maybe don’t try to talk to the daughter(?) that hates you” thing, but you know who Palpatine does have access to? The Chosen One.

Rey kind of decides on her favorites early on (she gravitates to Dad Energy and Sad Old Men so Plo and Obi-Wan are on her list, and that means decent time around Anakin and Ahsoka). It's really easy to talk Anakin into helping to some degree because "he'd like to connect to a daughter he never knew" and "a child of her power on a planet like that, you'd know her struggle, my dear boy" and so on. Anakin tries to connect! He tries to play up Sheev’s kind political work and how it can’t have really been his fault! It doesn’t work. Rey does not believe a word of it. Mostly she doesn’t even seem to hear him.

Rey's just like "...oh right, you're the melted mask that Kylo Ren was always ranting about," which means absolutely NOTHING to Anakin, but he mentions it to Palps, who loses his goddamn mind trying to figure out what she's talking about, because it also means absolutely nothing to him.

Here’s the thing: Rey’s already decided that Obi-Wan is cool, because Luke said so, and Plo Koon is dad-shaped, and she also gravitates towards earnest kindness in general, like she made friends with Finn real quick, so Ahsoka? Already getting along great.

She doesn’t dislike Anakin, really, he isn’t evil yet, he’s just... meh. She’s a little suspicious and she likes him less than the others but... Anakin.

Rey, to Anakin: You are my least favorite. Anakin, to Palpatine: YOUR DAUGHTER HATES ME???

And he goes from “she’s a lil standoffish” to “she doesn’t like me” to “she hates me” as is normal for Anakin.

It’s just an escalation of this one time Palpatine wants Anakin to not have rifts and trust issues with a person, at least not until later, because he needs information.

Meanwhile, that very moment, Rey is just like "huh, nobody here is listening to me about how make a sixth-hand carburetor work, where's Luke's dad?"

Anakin is venting to Palpatine about how hard it is to talk to Rey, and she's over in the Temple just like "Hey, that guy was useful last time, I should ask him," but also she only ever thinks of him as Luke's Dad.

(At one point, Obi-Wan is having a bit of a break down, and then Anakin starts having a breakdown about that, meanwhile the clones are (badly) trying to hide Finn behind their backs, Rey is watching Ahsoka practice and being like "I want two lightsabers," and Poe is trying to keep R2 from stealing BB-8 and Force Ghost Luke is just face palming in the background.)

(Rey deserved a saber staff, maybe one that can detach and turn into a jar’kai set. Possibly a pike. Mostly I just wish she got more chances to whack things with a big stick.)

#Rey #Finn #Poe Dameron #Sheev Palpatine #Luke Skywalker #Anakin Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #Darth Sidious #Plo Koon #Shaak Ti #Ahsoka Tano #r2d2 #bb 8 #star wars #time travel #Rey and the Grandfather Paradox #Phoenix Posts

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the-marshals-wife · 2 years

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Having A Child With Wrecker Would Include

|REPOST| Original was deleted accidentally. Don't scroll through your own blog on a touch-screen, kids. Thanks for the 183 notes on the original. <3

A/N: I’m doing one of these for every guy in the squad! Their interactions with Omega inspired me to imagine them with their own children! I’m starting with Wrecker because I just had a ton of inspiration for him! This is my first time doing a headcanon/preference/would-include. There’s some story (mainly the number of children + the genders that I envisioned each having), but otherwise it’s a reader | Y/N insert.

(I know clones are canonically sterile, just pretend with me that our favorite genetically modified squad is not)

Description: Wrecker x Fem!Reader | Rating: General audiences. No warnings: just indulgent, domestic fluff! | Gif credit: user kybacrystal

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

This man is the ultimate fun dad

He may have started out as the man-child of the squad, but helping raise Omega transformed him in responsible father figure, and he looked forward to having his own kid one day

It wasn’t long after you fell in love with him that you knew he would be a great father, and you soon longed to have a family together

Wrecker just about split the ground open in excitement when he found out you were pregnant

“I’m gonna be a dad! This…is the happiest day…of my life!”

For the first few months, he still went on missions with the squad to bring home credits “to buy toys for the baby,” but he would get on the comm with you at least three times a day while he was gone to check on you

He was extra gentle with you during your pregnancy, always giving you kisses, affectionately rubbing your shoulders, and lightly patting your stomach when you started to show

By your third trimester, he stayed by your side daylight to dark, bringing you everything you wanted and constantly making sure you were comfortable

Whenever your back was hurting, he would carry you to the bed or the couch, staying to cuddle when you asked

You didn’t need a pregnancy pillow - sleeping in his hefty, loving arms was all the support you needed

Snuggling in bed and listening to your belly

He loved talking to the baby and feeling their kicks

“You feel that?” you said, “Strong like their papa!”

Sometimes you’d fall asleep with Wrecker’s head in your lap, drifting off as he told your baby of adventures with the Bad Batch and “Aunt Omega”

You were the calm one during your first false alarm - he was ready to bring the hospital to you, roof and all

After that night, he was on edge that the baby would come at any second - you had to convince your ever-vigilante bodyguard to stay off the caff and get some sleep

A few days before the birth, Omega gave beloved Lula back to Wrecker as a present for the baby

When the day came, Tech flew you to the hospital so Wrecker could stay beside you (and so you could keep him calm)

The nurses and doctor had to work around him because he refused to let go of your hand while you pushed

After the final push, the nurse whisked away your baby a moment, and Wrecker kissed your face all over, telling you “you did such a good job”

When he laid eyes on your baby girl, he fell in love - it was the first time you’d seen him genuinely cry

He was very anxious about holding his daughter for the first time, afraid of hurting her

The worry soon vanished; he was a natural

“She’s so tiny!”

Proud Papa Bear

Just days after your baby was born, he wanted another- you had to negotiate for a “trial period” first

He was so excited to introduce his “little trooper” to the squad

“Pretty just like her momma!” he beamed. (”Thank goodness for that,” Hunter teased)

Wrecker was so excited for Omega to hold his little girl, showing her the right way to cradle her - it’s a moment you’ve cherished every day since

Teaching him to change diapers was interesting, but he eventually got the hang of it and was very proud of himself

He’s on his feet the second your little one starts to cry

You often find Wrecker passed out on the couch, your daughter curled up in on his chest with Lula snuggled in-between them

Hugs, so many hugs

When she took her first steps, he shed a tear, even though he denies it to this day

He was also misty-eyed when she spoke her first word: “Woo-wa”

He loves to toss her above his head and catch her - she squeals every time.

Piggyback rides - he is always carrying his little trooper around on his shoulders

Even as a toddler, your daughter was very strong for her size - Wrecker couldn’t be prouder

He showers his princess with presents

You had to draw the line when he tried to bring home a Kowakian monkey-lizard for her

Playdates with Omega

Mantell Mix is always involved, as well as enough ice pops to choke a Reek

Wrecker eventually gets his wish; you become pregnant again. He was much more like his stoic self during labor the second time.

You give birth to another girl, and you’re both overjoyed

Your youngest more resembles you, but the signs are there early that she will be quite strong too, though perhaps not as much as your eldest

Wrecker loves to play dolls and dress up with them - the latter you’re sworn to secrecy over

Staying up to watch holos when they can’t sleep

He had more than one stand-off with the Dianoga under their beds - “Daddy showed it who’s boss!” and the nightmares finally stopped

You have to be the disciplinarian because he can’t so much as put your kids in timeout

He bargains to let them out early, and sneaks treats to them when he thinks you aren’t looking

“Don’t tell your mother.”

He doesn’t know what ‘bedtime’’ is either

“I’m not sleepy!” all three of them reply when you tell them lights out

Wrecker is a pro-prank dad

The three of them with Omega get into so much mischief

Uncle Tech and Uncle Echo are often the unwitting victims because “Uncle Hunter can always hear us coming!” and no one wants to test the patience of Uncle Crosshair after the vibroblade incident…

When your girls are old enough, you and Wrecker make sure that they’re both properly trained with blasters and other tactical practices to keep them safe against the Empire

Your eldest inherited much of her father’s strength, and quickly becomes proficient in hand-to-hand combat sparring with Uncle Hunter

Your youngest is a natural shot, which leads Wrecker to dub her “Crosshair Jr.”

Wrecker is extremely supportive of their talents and aspirations

“No one messes with my girls!”

He imparted a love of pyrotechnics and all things explosive to them, a combination that definitely keeps you up at night sometimes

Despite his enthusiasm for violence, he is still careful to teach them about weapon safety and ways to keep themselves out of excessive danger

Sweet treats after training

Your daughters grow up wanting to be tough Bad Batchers like their parents and uncles

Watching Wrecker be such a doting father fills you with joy every day, giving you hope for the future and a free galaxy for your family

#bad batch preferences #bad batch imagine #wrecker x reader #bad batch headcanons #star wars preferences #star wars imagine #wrecker headcanon #wrecker x you #bad batch preference #wrecker preference #my writing #repost

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folklorelise · 3 years

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That one time the kids called you “mom”

HC / OS (i don’t know) about that one time the kids called you “mom” and that one-time Jean called Captain Levi “dad” (not related with the “being a mom to the survey corps” -- you’re a squad leader in this).

- Armin

Armin was a smart kid and he loved spending time at the survey corps library. Armin grew up with his grandfather and he had to work very hard to provide enough food for the both of them. When Armin’s grandfather died, he was still a kid. When they all joined the survey corps, Armin instantly loved you – you would always be in the library, reading different books every week. He obviously wanted to come to you and talk about books with you, but that boy was too shy. You were a squad leader which meant that you were his superior officer.

You would notice Armin of course. He would always read and study strategies sitting in front of you. Sometimes he would open his mouth, thinking ‘today I’ll talk to her’ but he never did. Once you decided that you would start the conversation, but as soon as you put your book down, Armin ran away. After that, you told Levi, your boyfriend, what happened earlier.

“I think he’s scared of me.” You admitted.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Why did he run away then?”

“Maybe he needed to take a sh!t. Like really needed to so he ran away.”

Meanwhile in Armin’s bedroom, with Eren and Mikasa.

“Why did you do that?” Mikasa asked.

“I don’t know!” Armin inquired, “I’m so embarrassed right now.”

“That was a weird move.” Eren admitted, “Next time just say something, anything really.”

That very next day, Armin was determined to tell you how much he wanted to discuss books with you. He saw you at your usual place and he took his. He repeated his sentence over and over, ‘squad leader Y/N I’ve seen you here multiple times and I’d like to discuss books together.’ But before he could say anything, you started to talk.

“Why did you run off yesterday?” you asked.

“Books.” Armin shouted which only startled you a little, “I like books and you do too.”

“I do like to read.”

After that, Armin was more and more comfortable around you. You would always read together before an expedition or after an intense training day – it became your little tradition.

A few weeks later, Armin wanted to talk to you as soon as possible. He has read a book that he knew you would like, and he needed to tell you about it. He was eating with his friends and when he saw you and Captain Levi entering the mess hall, he shouted “MOM! I-“and stopped immediately after.

Everyone was staring at him and all Armin wanted at this moment was to be eaten by a titan. You on the other side were just smiling widely at Armin.

“You look like a creep, stop smiling.” Levi told you.

After dinner, you went to the library and found Armin sitting at your usual table, arms crossed on the table with his head on his arms.

“Armin, hey. How are you feeling?”

“Embarrassed. I – I don’t know why I called you that.”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about it.” you reassured him.

“But I embarrassed you too!”

“Who said you did?”

“Everyone was laughing.” Armin guessed.

Then, you spend your night like you always do which is reading together until Levi came to bring you back to bed.

“Good night Armin.” Levi told him before leaving.

“Good night Captain, squad leader.”

“Good night… son.” you finished before joining Levi, laughing slightly.

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- Eren

Eren was outside with all the others resting after training with Levi. They were discussing their skills after Levi made them do hand to hand combat to know who could have a day off from cleaning duties (it was your idea – Levi would never give a day off for cleaning).

“I am obviously the best here.” Jean acknowledged.

“Mikasa won against you!” Eren screamed back.

“Yeah, but I’m talking about us. Today, I won!” Jean replied.

“That’s because I was too tired from the titan experiments!”

“Riight. You are a titan. You shouldn’t even be tired!”

“Yeah because you know everything!” Eren shouted even louder.

Both were ready to fight, but they were expecting their friends to stop them, but they were just talking between them, ignoring their little dispute. Both of them just stared at each other, waiting for something to happen or someone but nothing – so they just stared at each other awkwardly. Eren spotted you not too far away and screamed at the top of his lungs:

“MOM! WE NEED YOUR HELP!”

You were taking a walk with Levi as one of your rituals with him since during daytime, you could hardly see each other. You both looked at Eren surprised but still walked towards him and his friends.

“Yes? What did you need me for?”

“Eren said he was better than me at hand-to-hand combat which is obviously not true.” Jean explained.

“You agree with me, right?” Eren said to you.

“Hm…” you turned to Levi expecting help, but he just had a smirk on his face, waiting for you answer too. “Well… I mean…” you paused each time a word was said, “I just want to say that I love you guys but it’s late and I’m tired,” you tried to avoid the topic of the conversation. “Levi, let’s leave the kids.”

“But m-“ Eren suddenly stopped his sentence and thought ‘wait, did I just almost called squad leader Y/N mom? Did I call her mom earlier?’

“What’s wrong Eren?” Mikasa asked.

“Nothing, squad leader Y/N,” Eren insisted on these words heavily, “is right, it’s late, let’s all go to sleep.” Eren then run to his bedroom.

“Such a weirdo.” Levi stated before walking away with you.

In the middle of the night, Eren was still awake thinking about what he said. He was moving loudly, and Armin woke up very annoyed.

“Eren stop moving so energetically!”

“I’m not.” Eren mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did I call squad leader… you know.”

“Did you do an Armin? Yes. You call her mom. Welcome to the club! Now sleep.”

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- Mikasa

Mikasa was hanging with Eren and Armin outside after dinner. Eren and Armin were frenetically about Eren’s next prank on Jean.

“You always prepare something either too dangerous or just normal dangerous. Jean could get hurt!” Armin protested.

“That’s the idea I was going for. Plus, it’s not that dangerous.”

“You want to push him off the wall!”

“Yeah, but he has his gear on and we’ll just all laugh at this anyway. Right Mikasa?” Eren asked her friend.

“Jean could die if he doesn’t use his gear.” Mikasa observed.

“He’s not that stupid.” Eren replied.

“Ask mom then and look at her being disappointed by you.” Mikasa told them.

They both turned their head towards Mikasa and glared at her, with a shocked look.

“What?”

“You just called squad leader Y/N ‘mom’” Eren burst out laughing.

“No, I didn’t. I said mom… as in…” Mikasa tried to correct herself.

“Yeah right, what other mom you possibly could be talking about?” Eren pointed out.

“It’s because you two keep calling her that! And I just forgot her name and…” Mikasa defended herself, “It’s your fault!”

“It’s fine, that makes the three of us in the club!” Armin shouted.

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- Historia

Everyone just discovered that Historia was the rightful heir to the throne, and no one knew what to do.

“Fine. Then run.” Levi said taking Historia by her blouse collar.

“Oh my, Levi!” you screamed rushing towards Historia. “Let her go!”

Levi let her go and left. You took Historia in your arms as she was ready to collapse on the ground.

“Are you okay sweetie?” you questioned her worried. She just held you close and thanked you. “Levi didn’t mean it. I’m going to ask to apologise.”

“It’s fine. He’s right. I should do something about this.” Historia waited a few minutes before saying “thanks mom,” blushing.

Everyone else wanted to throw a comment but no one dared after seeing you glaring at them. Only Armin whispered “welcome to the club” for himself.

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- Annie

Instructor Shadis sent you a letter asking you a favour. He was feeling ill and asked you to substitute him while he recovers. You obviously agreed to it. You were surprised at how Annie was at hand-to-hand combat.

“Who taught you that?” you asked marvelled by her technique.

“My father.”

“Well good job!”

The whole time you were here you would constantly compliment her. You would really compliment everyone on their asset.

One night, Annie was outside with Reiner and Bertolt, talking together.

“I like squad leader Y/N, she is nice.” Reiner said in a moment of silence.

“Or she could just pretend to be nice so we wouldn’t try so hard when she’s here and that’s how we fail.” Annie pointed out.

“She’s not like that.” Bertolt insisted, “She seems genuinely nice. Never felt that supported in such a long time.”

“Yeah.” Reiner agreed.

Annie did not want to say it, but she agreed with them. You were always so supportive, always encouraging people do to better. Always telling them that they did a great job when they messed up. Annie wanted to add something, but she heard footsteps and she turned around ready to fight but it was only you.

“Mom! I was ready to fight you.” Annie yelled.

“What did you just call squad leader Y/N?” Reiner asked surprised.

“I– I said mam.”

“No, you said mom.” Reined laughed.

“NO! I said mam as in sir but for a woman!”

“I just wanted to make sure you guys were alright,” you admitted, “it’s late and I don’t want you guys to be tired since I know how instructor Shadis can be.”

“Instructor Shadis?” Bertolt asked.

“Yes, he’s feeling much better and he’s coming back tomorrow. I also came to say goodbye since I’m leaving tonight. I wish you luck and I know you guys are going to be amazing!” you end your little speech with a hug to each one of them. “I’ll probably see you around if you ever decide to join the survey corps.”

Annie was right, she was going to miss you.

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- Sasha

Sasha was a great kid, a great fighter but more importantly, she was a food lover. She never had enough food at lunch or dinner. She would always ask her friend for their bread or a piece of their meat when they did eat meat.

Once, Sasha was late to dinner because she had cleaning duties and she was a slow cleaner which made her late. Being late meant no food too but she still came to the kitchen hoping for leftovers – there were none. She went to the mess hall and collapse on the table. She heard a person sat down in front of her but did not move.

“You should eat Sasha.” she heard.

“No food.”

“Look up.”

She did and there was a tray with a bowl of soup that was still hot and two pieces of bread. She gasped and started to cry tears of joy.

“Thank you, mom! I was so hungry!” Sasha thanked you with her mouth full of a mix of soup and bread.

“You’re welcome, next time you can come to me and I’ll help you clean alright?” you told her.

You waited for her to be finished before going back to your bedroom. In the middle of that night, Sasha suddenly woke up, panting.

“What’s wrong?” Mikasa asked ready to fight an intruder.

“Nooo. I’m in the club now too.” Sasha realised.

“What? You called squad leader Y/N mom too?” Mikasa joked.

“Yeah…”

—————

- Jean

Jean had cleaning duties in the equipment area. He and Connie were talking and being careless as usual when they were cleaning. So careless that Jean somehow caused a shelf full of heavy books to fall on his leg.

When Connie explained to you what happened you rushed to where Jean was. You and Connie helped Jean out and took him to the infirmary. Jean was now on bed rest for at least a week since he could not move his right leg anymore.

“How am I going to live now?” Jean complained after hearing the news.

“I’m taking care of you until further notice.” you reassured him.

Levi decided that Jean would still be attending training even if that meant only watching. After two weeks, Jean was still hurt – according to him anyway. Which the nurse found weird because that type of injury did not last long if he was resting correctly which is something you made sur of. Levi told you that it was suspicious, but you believed Jean.

“Your love for this kid is making you blind! Jean is obviously fine now!” Levi told you desperately every night.

“He’ll get better, if he’s still hurt and he goes back training then he might not be able to fight at all.” you explained.

You should have believed Levi because one day, you were stuck in a meeting with Commander Erwin which meant you couldn’t stay with the cadets training. Thankfully, the meeting ended sooner than you thought so you went to see the kids, only to find Jean perfectly healthy, on his feet, fighting Eren.

“JEAN KIRSTEIN YOU SON OF A B–“ you yelled.

“NO!” Jean screamed collapsing to the ground dramatically, “It’s not what you think mom! NO!” Jean put his hands on his mouth.

“Oouh Jean called squad leader Y/N ‘mom’” Eren chanted.

“Now that they almost all called you mom,” Hange stated coming out of nowhere, “does that mean Levi is their daddy?”

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- That one-time Jean called Captain Levi ‘dad’

It was during one of the expeditions outside. You brought tents and prepared them but none of you wanted to sleep yet. You built a fire, and all sat around it. The cadets took turn telling horror stories and once Jean was done, you all applauded him.

“That was great.” Levi complimented him.

“Thanks, daaa–ptain!” Jean corrected himself hallway through his sentence.

Everyone burst out laughing and Jean was blushing hard, while Levi was only smirking drinking his tea.

“Jean, it’s official, you’re their kid now.” Hange kept laughing.

“I’m so embarrassed.” Jean grunted, “I’m sorry d– captain! What is wrong with me!”

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From then on, they wouldn’t even hide the fact that they all called you mom from time to time. At one point, new recruits thought that it was you name so some of them would call you “squad leader mom”.

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#attack on titan x reader #levi ackerman x reader #armin arlet x reader #eren yeager x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #annie leonhart x reader #historia reiss x reader #sasha braus x reader #jean kirstein x reader #levi ackerman fluff #aot fluff #brooklyn99 incorrect quotes

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lawandorderimagines · 3 years

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Word of Advice (Elliot Stabler x female reader)

“Denise, what are you doing here?” You weren’t expecting to see your mom and ten year old daughter at the precinct, though you told them that you’d meet them back at your apartment for dinner (if you were lucky enough to wrap up this case). She was carrying a large plastic bag. “Well, I had a feeling that you would be getting off late so I decided to bring dinner to you. Is there a place where we can sit?” You were about to take them to the break-room when Elliot walked in.

“Hey Y/N, we have a lead out in Staten Island—” He stopped short when he noticed the two unfamiliar people. “Oh, Denise, Lily, this is my new partner, Elliot Stabler. Elliot, this is my mother-in-law Denise and my daughter Lily.” They shook hands and Elliot still looked shocked because you didn’t look old enough to be the mother of a fifth grader. You’d only transferred from Cyber Crimes almost a month ago, and you were still getting your bearings, getting your feet wet, so you didn’t really have enough time to tell him your whole life story. He only knew that you were married with a daughter.

“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.” They exchanged pleasantries with Elliot talking about your progression in the field over the last few weeks, your husband and his profession and how long you’ve been married before you really did have to follow that lead in Staten Island; you hugged Denise and kissed Lily on her cheek. “Don’t even touch that DS until all of your homework is done and lay your clothes out for tomorrow, okay? I love you.” You kissed her again on the top of her head as she replied, “I love you too.” As they were walking out the door, you peeked in the bag and saw a Tupperware container of last night’s leftover lasagna with a fork wrapped in a napkin along with a large chocolate brownie wrapped in aluminum foil; Denise always made the best brownies, which were made with espresso powder.

“I didn’t think you had a fifth grader. When you said you had a daughter, I imagined a toddler or at the very least a kindergartener.” You broke off half a piece of the brownie before giving him the other half wrapped in foil. “I understand. Lily’s dad and I were young when we had her, seventeen, eighteen years old, but we’ve known each other our whole lives.” After you put your food in the breakroom fridge, the two of you headed out to Staten Island where you told him everything, and he told you that he and his wife had their first daughter when they were around that age. “Families trading shifts to watch the baby so you could go to work and school. I worked at Hollister and [husband’s name] worked at the soft pretzel place.”

You weren’t expecting to find common ground with Elliot, especially this early into your partnership, but it was nice to talk to someone who understood what you went through as a teen parent. “We weren’t even dating when I got pregnant, we were just best friends, but there were rumors about us at school. He had just broken up with his girlfriend who didn’t like me at all. Well, we went to see a movie, made out, and making out led to… Lily.” Elliot stopped at a red light as he took in your words. “Sounds a hell of a lot better than mine. I met Kathy at a beach party, we got drunk, got married and nine months later, Maureen happened.” He made a left turn to the exit that would lead to Staten Island.

“Everything seemed to work out for you in the end. You guys are still married and have more kids so you must’ve done something right in all these years.” He only laughed and turned on his left turn signal. “Our marriage is definitely not perfect, we were almost divorced. She took the kids, moved in with her mother.” “So what made you get back together?” Elliot smiled and slowed down at a stop sign. “Eli happened. We were sleeping together during the separation and Kathy being pregnant pretty much stopped the divorce proceedings. History basically repeated itself.”

You really hoped none of that happens to you; [your husband’s name] is such a big part of your life, you’d grown up together, conquered parenthood together. The both of you spent your teenage years and a good chunk of your twenties pretending that you were simply co-parenting, so it was inconceivable to even think of divorcing. “Any advice?” The both of you were now in Staten Island, not too far from the witness’s home. “The job we do…it really takes a toll on you, and sometimes that carries over into your personal life, makes you a little paranoid. Sometimes it even makes you not want to drop your kid off at school. And then, when you get home at night, you can’t exactly talk to your spouse about how your day went, so you don’t talk about it all because you don’t want to give them nightmares. You close yourself off from your family, and that’s what caused my separation. So what I’m saying is, don’t make this job your entire life. Don’t close yourself off to your family, and know when it’s time to walk away.”

You wondered if this is what happened with his last partner, that she knew when it was time to leave, but you didn’t want to upset him by saying it out loud. Elliot pulled up to a house and stopped on the curb, turned the car off and he looked at you, really looked at you. “I mean it, don’t let the job consume you. When things get too heavy and the Captain tells you to go home, don’t fight him on it.” You nodded and the two of you got out of the car. “Good to know.”

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Reacting to Reader’s Braces Headcanons

I took a break from my event to create this extremely self-indulgent and rushed headcanons since I finally got my braces off! I have a very strong dislike for my retainer now but it will grow on me :’) Anyway this is comfort for me since my mouth is in pain lol.

One Piece Characters Reacting to Reader getting braces vs. getting them off!

One Piece Characters x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Nonbinary)

*I just did the Straw Hats, Law, Marco, Ace, and Thatch for this! (I did not add Jinbei as a straw hat since I am still not all the way caught up)

Warnings: This is long, Fluff- The characters reacting can be considered platonic/romantic- I will have any romantic (kissing) headcanons in bold. Except Chopper. He is strictly platonic because he is baby.

This is their normal One Piece world since I was a bit curious how they would react since I imagine that if there are dentists/orthodontists in their world it would be rare or only in like huge cities like Water 7.

FLAKSDSA Honestly just imagine Reader leaves the crew once in a while to go get their adjustments done or something lmfao. We ignore logic for this one. Only care about the reactions XD

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Monkey D. Luffy:

When he firsts sees the metal in your mouth he is curious!

He will be in utter awe or laugh if he thinks they look funny (which of course makes Reader’s confidence plummet lol unless you laugh with him)

May call you a robot

He wants to know why they are shaped around your teeth- It is not like the gold or silver teeth that other pirates have that accompany missing teeth

This is weird for him since your teeth seem to be trying to look straight?

When you explain the reasoning of braces to him he is even more puzzled but excited for you!

He is not sure you really need them since he likes your smile regardless but he is happy if you are happy!

As for when you get them off- He is in awe that the braces did their job! And now you get to wear this weird plastic thing in your mouth

How the heck did you even get it in there?

He has no clue what a dentist/orthodontist is so he will just call them mouth doctor and think Chopper is the one helping you lol

Kissing with them on is also a weird experience for him! (I really hate to say it but he will love if you do not clean them very well. It makes him surprised but happy if he tastes food on them alfdjaslkf I HATE THIS lol)

He likes the way the metal feels when he explores your mouth but hopefully he is not a harsh kisser- You fear something will break if he really wanted to flakdfa

When you get your braces off he is in even more shock! That is so cool! Your smile is straight now! But now you got this weird plastic thing in your mouth... He does not mind he is just forgets you wear it since it is clear!

Luffy honestly does not care what you look like smile wise from before or after. He has no preference. He only cares that you are happy with your smile!

Roronoa Zoro:

“What the hell is in your mouth?”

THIS MAN BATHES ONCE A WEEK SO I WOULD ASSUME THAT IS THE SAME WITH HIS DENTAL HYGIENE?! I really hope not. I hope he cares for his mouth and will pretend he does now falksdfja

Anyway, he sees the metal and he is confused but once you explain it, he really does not care anymore

“Oh, cool, I guess.”

If you are partners though- He will be intrigued how kissing you would be. He takes the chance and decides it is an experience for sure tasting the metal in your mouth. (May remind of blood so he pretty cool with it alfdjalk)

Speaking of blood- If something ends up poking him or cutting him... He will enjoy it to the max tbh however if it is you that is hurt he will cease all kissing and only go for pecks until later

When you get them off I think he would miss tasting the metal

When you get your braces off he does not notice at first... It takes a few smiles before he goes... “Wait a minute...”

Then it hits him!

He will smile and be happy if he notices that being braceless brings you confidence with your new smile!

Nami:

SHE NOTICES THEM IMMEDIATELY AND SHE LIKES THEM

Nami is huge on hygiene so I think she would love to know more about dental hygiene and the concept of braces

She is understanding with your diet restrictions and will scold anyone who gives you weird looks or tries to get you to eat something you should not

She is your go-to for this since she also wants to see the end result as perfect

She is tad worried in the kissing department- Not wanting to mess your braces up since she knows how much effort goes into them but she also worried about her safety and if a wire or lose bracket will poke her or worse you. So she sticks to gentle kisses until they are off

She actually goes with you to your orthodontist to see how they take them off and to be there for you

She is happy with and for you upon seeing the end result!

and now her kisses can be harder >///<

Usopp:

As a tinkerer he will notice and also be intrigued. He has never seen braces (like Luffy and Zoro) and has never heard of them

He asks so many questions

Luffy, Zoro, and him are the ones who forget your diet restrictions which causes much irritation on your side. You will constantly glare at them for offering foods or drinks you can’t have

Usopp will eventually start remembering and be considerate on your behalf

When he kisses you he is soft and gentle- Not wanting to hurt you or himself. If he tastes blood he will pass out in fear just because he will blame himself and think he hurt you. He is too sweet :’)

As soon as your braces are off he will ask SO MANY QUESTIONS about the retainer like how was it made and such? Does it feel weird?

He is just so intrigued by it and of course- It makes you smile even more.

Sanji:

Tbh I feel like he would have had them as a kid or wanted them if his dad cared enough aldfjakl

Also notices them immediately

He will actually cater to your diet needs/restrictions because he knows how much they mean to you if you are going through such a time consuming thing to get your teeth fixed

Besides that he is just a friend you can go to if you are in mouth pain- He will make something soft for you every time you go for an adjustment or tea to help sooth your mouth

If you are kissing on the other hand- If homeboy does not pass out first he will be so gentle. He is terrified of hurting you or making you uncomfortable with your braces on (and lowkey is the same way even if you get them off- You will have to be the one to make the first move)

When you get them off- It is a food celebration! Whatever you missed eating or that you could not eat he will make it all for you!

He does notice if you are smile more and if you are more confident with your new smile! : )

Tony Tony Chopper:

HE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND DURING YOUR BRACES TIME.

He will constantly worry about any mouth pains and since he is a doctor is intrigued how someone labeled as a doctor for teeth does their jobs

He will asks questions constantly and write about your journey with this

10/10 cutie and best buddy for this

Make sure he is stocked on simple pain meds for you

Nico Robin:

She notices them but does not say anything or ask questions unless you want to talk about

She is sweet and looks out for you

Makes sure Sanji helps with your diet restrictions

Besides that she does not notice much or ask much

She is just happy that you are doing this for yourself

Her kisses concerning this are always gentle. She refuses to risk anything with you until after your braces are gone. Only then will she let herself become more heated with kisses.

After your braces she will always compliment your smile (and tell you it was beautiful before too but notes how confident you are)

Cyborg Franky:

“WHOA THAT IS SUPPPPPERRRR!”

He likes them.

That is all.

Okay but seriously. As a man who completely turned himself into a machine in the front he has mad respect for you for putting metal in your mouth. Like that concept is wild to him since the mouth is so sensitive (yet he also can blow flames out his mouth due to working on it aldfjal)

He will refuse to kiss you since he knows how is strength and hard kisses can damage your brackets/wires so he refuses anything until after they are safely off.

Besides that after your braces are off and you have your retainer on (He honestly didn’t notice the retainer lol) He will go “You have a SUPERRRR smile!”

Brook:

Brook honestly does notice them at first but he does not say anything until you do

Cue his jokes: “I NOTICE THE METAL IN YOUR TEETH WITH MY EYES BUT WAIT I DO NOT HAVE ANY EYES YOHOHOHO”

Besides that he is not that interested in them

For kissing though he also refuses to do so since he is straight up a skeleton. He does not want to risk his bone breaking ANYTHING. Though he will peck your cheek. Even after you get them off he is hesitant since he is a skeleton- That does not mean he will not try. If you ask he will get flustered and be gentle for you

When you get your braces off- Brook may tease you and say your teeth are almost as straight as his! And remind you constantly that he is a skeleton adlfjakl

Trafalgar Law:

Is just a king- I should stop all headcanons here alfdkaldks

He knows what braces are and is not that interested in the work only because he prefers his medicinal studies that are more morbid than the mouth

However, he is very observational still and notes how you care for them and what your diet is

For kissing- He acts like he does not care but he is gentle and careful when things gets heated. He is actually a big softie so he will do everything to avoid ruining your braces that would involve a setback.

After you get your braces off he also notices how much more confident you are. How much brighter your smile is because of that

Besides that- He does not make a big deal out of it

Marco the Phoenix:

He and the Whitebeard pirates have been nearly everywhere and met all kinds of people so he is not that surprised when he notices that you have braces

He has seen them before so not a big deal

Much like Law, Marco will not make a big deal out of it

However, if you both are close to each other he may tease you whenever you develop a lisp or when are embarrassed after an adjustment.

Either way he means it with a good heart

God- Kisses with Marco when you have braces are so, so, so, gentle. He is the king of kisses no matter what. He is careful but he sure as hell will not let the metal win when you both get heated. So he knows how to maneuver around your mouth with his tongue >///<

When you get your braces off- It is a celebration with the whole crew. Marco helps plan it and of course takes photos of your smile afterwards since you have every right to be proud of your smile

He will always comment on how your smile is brighter

Portgas D. Ace:

Also with Marco (and Thatch) he is rather used to seeing different kinds of people with different situations so he is not surprised to see metal in your mouth

However when you get close to him he does ask questions and get intrigued

He only teases you when you have some trouble speaking a few words but besides that- He is also respectful and does not think much of the braces

Though since he is one that eats all the time he tries to be considerate for you since he knows that it can be frustrating with your diet restrictions

If you are in a relationship with him he actually is not confident in kissing you with your braces. It is because he cares so much about you and because of his self-loathing- He would HATE if he messed up your braces so he is cautious and tries not to push anything until after you get your braces off

When your braces comes off homeboy is going to dine-and-dash with you EVERYWHERE

Thatch-

Like the other two- Thatch is used to this kind of thing so he is not surprised

Since he is the culinary chef for the Whitebeard Pirates you bet your butt he will have better foods for you to suit your needs

He is also teasing like the others and may take it a far sometimes but he will remind you that you are good with or without braces!

He constantly makes sure you are doing fine though since he is aware of how the other whitebeard pirates may not be as considerate as he is

Kisses with Thatch are gentle but I think if it gets too heated he may forget that he is supposed to be gentle. He definitely ends up tearing up his tongue on the metal if this is the case and he feels bad if you feel bad- If not he will laugh it off and continue if you want

After you get your braces off- He will check with what you want to celebrate! What kind foods you have to eat first and you get the honor of taking the first bite!

OKAY LAST BUT NOT LEAST HERE IS A LIST ON WHO WOULD MAKE SURE YOU ACTUALLY WEAR YOUR RETAINER :’):

Would forget you you wear a retainer so they would not be helpful as a reminder: Luffy, Zoro, Franky, Brook, Ace

Remembers then forgets after a while: Usopp and Thatch

Makes you wear your retainer as instructed and will give you a death glare (out of love of course) if you are not doing so: Nami, Robin, Sanji, Chopper, and Marco

Will make sure you wear your retainer even though he says he does not care, and will murder your soul if you do not do so (out of love but he will lie about it): Law

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