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huggybearluvr · 9 months ago

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JACK HUGHES:

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Secret Love (Jack x Zegras!reader) Summary: You and Jack have had a secret relationship over the summer at the lake house. You finally soft launch at the end of the summer but your brother fails to catch on.

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Panic Attacks and Promises Summary: You had a rough week working everyday and dealing with rude customers, leading you to your breaking point.

Atta Girl Summary: Jack talks his entire team into flying out to Boston during there three days off to go and support his girlfriend in her inaugural game.

Attention Seeker Summary: After Jack returns home from his surgery in Colorado, you are working from home, to help, however, he demands you attention 24/7.

Smut: Deep End Summary: After the boys find an edit of you in the locker room after acing your dive. He can't help but blush at the edit. You would be getting back to the apartment soon and he can't wait to have you back in his bed.

Control ...Coming Soon! Summary: After a hard lost to the Rangers, jack is frustrated. You decide that he needs to get his anger out, so you give him full control.

NICO HISCHIER

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Oops Summary: You and Nico finally announce your relationship and to say your brothers were surprised would be an under statement.

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Boyfriend Summary: You and Nico bring your 3 year old daughter, Mel, to family skate, and after a night of skating around with Erik's son, Henrik, She nearly gives her father a heart attack at the innocent question she asks.

Rosie Cheeks Summary: Your Life long best friend ask you to watch her son, Luca, who just so happens to be your son, Ronan's, Best friend for a week over the summer. You and your husband Nico agree however, you daughter, Lila, has the biggest crush on Luca.

With You ... Coming soon! Summary: After a loss on your birthday Nico is disappointed in himself. He wanted to win for you. However, after he takes you out to dinner he realizes that no matter what happens with him your happy.

Sick Day ... Coming soon! Summary: After taking care of you Nico had caught whatever it was that you had. While all he wanted was for you to take care of him and be near him, he was stubborn and refuses to miss a game fever or not.

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Prizes and Punishments Summary: After the devils had a hard loss and Nico caught you wearing another teams jersey, he sees it only right that he teaches you a lesson.

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N & M AU Series Summary: Nico quickly falls for y/n hughes the twin of his teammate jack after meeting her.

DAWSON MERCER

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Only Mine Summary: Yours and Dawson's relationship has never been defined or public. However, after Sebastian Aho starts chirping yours brothers using you as the target, Dawson can't help but defend his girl.

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Sheets Summary: You woke up in an unknown bedroom, the actions of the previous night slowly coming back to you, as you lay besides your brothers teammate and friend.

JOHN MARINO

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Fine ... Coming Soon! Summary: You and John had been hiding your relationship for a little over six months. After, Dawson comes to your apartment unexpectedly he finds out about your secret relationship with his teammate.

Smut: COMING SOON <3

ALEXANDER HOLTZ

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Proud Gf Moment

Summary: After dating Alex for the last six months you can't help but hard launch your relationship to share how proud you are of your boyfriend.

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SIMON NEMEC

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LUKE HUGHES

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Rougher Days Summary: After a party at the Lake house, you wake up next to your best-friends brother.

Sweetheart Summary: During finals week, you are more stressed than the average college student as you are dual majoring in poli-sci and pre-law as well as minoring in finance. During one of your many study sessions you fall asleep from exhaustion and accidentally stand Luke up. He comes to your apartment and finds out just why he hasn't seen you in so long.

It All Led to This Summary: With Luke's first NHL game coming up, you decide to look back through your old photos with your two year old daughter, Elouise. You couldn't be more excited to take your daughter to the arena tonight to see her dad in his first ever big leagues game.

Pretty Boy Summary: While golfing with the boys Trevor introduces you to the group, and almost, immediately you can tell that the youngest of the boys has a little crush on you. You can't help but be a little cocky about it.

Our World Summary: You and Luke seem to be in your own little world when together, even on the day of your little brothers draft

Fashion Icon Summary: You finally take Luke suit shopping and insist on a fashion show.

Soft Mornings Summary: Soft mornings with Luke.

The Media Madness ... Coming Soon! Summary: After a few bad games the media has been going crazy pining all the hate on Luke. Blaming him for everything wrong with the team. After you notice a change in his behavior, you catch him reading some of the hate comments.

Invisible String Summary: You and Luke had always been friends, your families lake house being next to his. However the timing was always wrong, that was until you somehow ran into him at a bar in Jersey.

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Need You Summary: After a few months apart due to Luke joining the NHL and you staying at UMICH, you both couldn't help feel an overwhelming need for each other.

Soft Mornings Summary: Soft mornings with Luke.

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Star Crossed Lovers Series summary: A love story in which the little sister of Travis and Jason Kelce NFL stars, falls for Luke Hughes Michigan hockey star. (luke x Kelce!reader)

Country Girl AU Summary: Luke and a small town girl turned city girls love story.

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swanimagines · 2 years ago

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WATCH DOGS AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR WATCH DOGS

Aiden Pearce

Marcus Holloway

The Wrench

Jordi Chin

Dušan Nemec

Sitara Dhawan (coming)

(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)

For anyone who's concerned, THESE ARE NOT ONESHOT COLLECTIONS, they are made using AO3's "series" feature.

If you want to be informed about new fics for Watch Dogs or its individual characters, create an AO3 account and subscribe or bookmark any of those serieses listed above. There are buttons at the top right corner for those, or on top on mobile. I do not do Tumblr taglists anymore.

Also, if you're wondering, requests are ALWAYS open and you're welcome to leave one or multiple. Just remember to read my rules and pick a request type from this list.

#watch dogs #watch dogs imagine #watch dogs x reader #watch dogs 2 #marcus holloway #aiden pearce #wrench #aiden pearce x reader #wrench x reader #wrench imagine #aiden pearce imagine #marcus holloway x reader #marcus holloway imagine #jordi chin #jordi chin x reader #jordi chin imagine #Dušan Nemec x reader #Dušan Nemec #Dušan Nemec imagine

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off-icewhispers · 2 months ago

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#s. nemec #a. ursiny

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penaltybox-gossip · 4 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/penaltybox-gossip/777481529397051392

Read on X that they can’t send Nemec down

Wonder why

#simon nemec #s. casey

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hearteyesmcgarrett · 2 years ago

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Stargate Character Birthdays

Ever wondered what Stargate characters' birthdays were? Or their zodiac signs? I offer you this:

SG-1

Daniel Jackson - July 8th, 1965 (Cancer)

Major Paul Davis - July 8th, 1969 (Cancer)

Sam Carter - December 29th, 1968 (Capricorn)

Jack O'Neill - October 20th, 1952 (Libra)

Teal'c - no date, 1899, though Chris Judge's birthday is October 13th (Libra)

Jonas Quinn - no date, but Corin Nemec's birthday is November 5th, 1971 (Scorpio)

General Hammond - no date, but Don S. Davis' is August 4th, 1942 (Leo)

Cam Mitchell - no date, but I was told that it was May/June, 1970 (Taurus or Gemini, depending)

Vala Mal Doran - no date, but Claudia Black's is October 11th, 1972 (Libra)

General Landry - October 6, 1945 (Libra)

SGA

John Sheppard - June 14th, 1970 (Gemini)

Rodney McKay - April 18th, 1968 (Aries)

Teyla Emmagan - no date, but Rachel Luttrell's is January 19th, 1971 (Capricorn)

Ronon Dex - no date, but Jason Momoa's is August 1st, 1979 (Leo)

Elizabeth Weir - October 14th, 1974 (Libra)

Evan Lorne - July 22nd, 1970 (Cancer)

Radek Zelenka - February 7th, 1967 (Aquarius)

Aiden Ford - no date, 1979, though Rainbow Sun Francks' is December 3rd (Sagittarius)

Richard Woolsey - no date, but Robert Picardo's is October 27th, 1953 (Scorpio)

Carson Beckett - January 5th, 1967 (Capricorn)

Jennifer Keller - no date, but Jewel Staite's is June 2, 1982 (Gemini)

SGU

Nicholas Rush - no date, but Robert Carlyle's is April 14, 1961 (Aries)

Everett Young - no date, 1968/1969, but Louis Ferreira's is February 20 (Pisces)

Matthew Scott - no date, 1983, but Brian J. Smith's is October 12 (Libra)

Tamara Johansen - no date, 1983, but Alaina Huffman's is April 17th (Aries)

Eli Wallace - no date, 1984, but David Blue's is January 17th (Capricorn)

Ronald Greer - no date, but Jamil Walker Smith's is August 20th, 1982 (Leo)

Chloe Armstrong - no date, 1986, but Elyse Levesque's is September 10th (Virgo)

Camille Wray - no date, but Ming-Na Wen's is November 20, 1963 (Scorpio)

David Telford - no date, between 1969-1974, but Lou Diamond Phillips is February 17th (Aquarius)

All dates were taken from the SGCommand Wiki!

#stargate sg1 #stargate atlantis #sga #stargate universe #sgu

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theemporium · 1 year ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/theemporium/744075840826015744/new-pairing-alert-ok-so-this-came-into-my-head?source=share

nicojack x coach!reader cont.

because do you know how funny it would be for jack to be sitting there, already crushing massively on his captain and desperately trying to keep it hidden so it doesn't fuck with the team chemistry. and oh fuck, now their new coach is hot too! why does he keep falling in love with his superiors!

and just imagine that nico and jack figure out their feelings for eachother first and she's happy for them but now it's solidified in her head that she will never be able to act on her feelings for one let alone both of them because she doesnt want to ruin nicojack's relationship. and there's this subtle rift in between the three not only how it relates to the team but in general, and the boys can't really put their finger on it.

and slowly but surely she's pulling away from them and putting up more of a professional wall between her and them. and it all comes to a head because she's refusing to hang out just the three of them because she's their coach, when a few months ago she would have been agreeing in an instant.

and they wont leave her alone until she gives them a valid reason on why she's been so distant with the two of them when she can interact with the rest of the team just fine. and she blurts out in frustration that she's in love with both of them.

her lowkey adopting some of the younger boys and guiding them instead of letting them kinda scamper about like l*ndy did?

just imagine her looking at luke one time and instantly going "this one is mine" and mother hens him from day one.

new thots

what if after she announces her retirement mrs. ellen hughes reaches out expressing her grief because she was an avid fan, fitting reader's games in whilst also keeping track and watching her sons games

and they become friends who message once and a while and get coffee with each other when they are both in the same area

im thinking her age being 1-2 years older than nico

she got gifted these clips in red at her first game and absolutely adores them: https://www.etsy.com/listing/720551725/small-demon-horns-cute-gothic-devil?click_key=abbeeab68ff6bfcfdafcb77ef8fbfc6e4933215e%3A720551725&click_sum=a0db3b04&ref=user_profile&bes=1

owns these earrings and wears them to a good amount of games: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1351736943/new-jersey-devils-red-and-black-crystal?click_key=9821cc430986fa847ecd522b02d7b5e00dcb5994%3A1351736943&click_sum=135f240a&ref=user_profile&cns=1&sts=1

wears either black or red lipstick on game days, those are the only two options i wont be taking critiques on this thot tyvm

imagine the twitter girlies losing their shit the first time she wears the black lipstick to a game with a red suit

in a similar vein i think she is a winged eyeliner girly

imagine her defending her boys with her full chest when the ref makes an unfair ruling against her team. are you kidding me she would die for these boys.

loves a good team dinner, and makes an unofficial tradition that at least twice a month they have to either go out or someone has to host team dinner

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OKAY BUT SHE WOULD ADOPT ALL THE YOUNGER BOYS

like she takes luke and nemec and holtz and she just puts them in her pocket because those are her boys🥹and i just imagine they have this fondness with her where they feel like they can actually talk to her, you know?

like that interview from isaac where he was freaking out about where to park and sit and everything? the reader would be the one to reassure him and she meets up with him early so he can settle down and feel comfortable

and just imagining the team with her after a win? like they just CROWD her in a hug and maybe they just kinda line up and she playfully but affectionately knocks their helmets the way they always do to each other and it's just so🥹

and now i am just sobbing over the found family-ness of it all😭

and don't even get me started on the family skate days where nico and jack are fucking menaces with her and they are basically chasing each other around the rink and dodging other families

and imagine her skating with both their families🥹her just yapping away to ellen and nina when one of the boys comes up behind her to put a beanie on her head to make sure she doesn't get too cold and it's so so so soft

#cece answers #nicojack.thots #☕.anon

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dystopicjumpsuit · 2 years ago

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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 12

Prayers to Broken Stone

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 4k

Warnings and tags: lots of fluff; tiny bit of angst; borderline SMUT but mostly just suggestive; a gross situation involving rotten fish; two idiots refusing to acknowledge the truth

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Summary: Rex and Echo receive some intel from the Batch; the scouting team returns from Raada; Gregor and Cerra go on a supply run.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings and "Do It Again," but all three fics can be read as stand-alones.

Lips that would kiss form prayers to broken stone.

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

Rex sat alone on the sofa, staring at a datafile on the holoprojector as Echo entered the garage hours later. Cerra was nowhere to be found.

“You see this?” Rex asked.

Echo moved closer and peered at the hologram. “No. What is it?”

“Came in from Tech while you were away.”

Echo checked his comlink and saw that there was indeed a message from Tech. “What’s it about?”

“Seems they had a run-in with the same type of creature that attacked Coruscant early in the war. The empire is,” Rex hesitated before continuing. “... cloning them.”

“What?” Echo asked, incredulous. “What does the Empire want with that thing?”

“Hard to say. That’s why Tech sent it to us—to find out.”

Echo grunted quietly in acknowledgment, staring at the hologram. “Where do we even start?”

“With this file,” Rex said. “I think it’s best to keep this between us until we know more.”

Echo glanced at him in surprise. “You don’t want to tell the rest of the team?”

“Nothing to tell. Yet.”

Echo waited a moment, uncomfortable with the idea of withholding intel from the rest of the team. When Rex showed no sign of continuing, he asked, “And when we do have something to tell?”

“Then we’ll cross that bridge,” Rex replied with finality.

He and Echo reviewed the extensive data that Tech had been able to retrieve, but it was clear that it would take a significant amount of time to analyze it all. They poked at it for a few hours, until a soft sound emanated from inside the barracks. Rex closed the datafile abruptly as the barracks door slid open and Cerra emerged, looking groggy and disheveled, sheet marks crisscrossing her face.

She mumbled an incoherent greeting and headed straight to the refresher. Echo glanced between her and Rex, wondering exactly what the captain was playing at with this secrecy. It didn’t sit well with Echo; he’d grown accustomed to the more open dynamic of the Batch, where intel was freely shared, and every member had a say in the final decision. Still, he was sure Rex had his reasons—even if keeping intel from teammates did remind him uncomfortably of his time in the GAR, when he simply followed orders and hoped that those in command knew what they were doing.

It wasn’t the first time Rex had withheld information from the larger group, Echo mused, recalling their earlier conversation about the rumored secret intelligence network. Rex had mentioned Admiral Yularen, and based on Cerra’s reaction to the name, Echo knew there was a story there. He wondered if she would ever feel comfortable sharing it with him.

“I don’t know what the Empire is even doing as far out as Raada, but it’s nothing good,” Fireball said.

“It’s remote even by Outer Rim standards,” Gregor added. “Sort of place where nobody goes unless they’re either hiding or out of other options. Hardly any population.”

“Tell me what you found,” Rex said.

“There’s an Imperial base there, all right,” Gregor said. “Big. Secure. Bit of overkill, if you ask me.”

“I couldn’t even contact Nemec,” Fireball said. “Comms were jammed.”

“They’re still setting up the base,” Gregor said. “That’s our ticket in. Only saw half as many troops as I’d expect for a base of that size.”

“So what, we stow away on a transport ship?” Echo asked. “I don’t know about you, but my armor might stand out a bit.”

“Cerra can work around it,” Gregor said confidently. “She’ll find us some of that junk stormtrooper armor. All we have to do is sneak into the Imperial military headquarters and get onto one of those transports.”

“Is that all?” Fireball asked drily. “While we’re dreaming, can I get a large Blue Milkshake and legal personhood?”

Cerra’s eyes crinkled and she nudged Fireball, shooting him a tiny, amused smirk. He held up his fist, and she bumped hers against it as Rex looked on with a markedly unamused expression.

“It would be easier for just one person to infil HQ,” Echo said. “We could send a team with a ship to Raada to stand by, and our man on the inside will smuggle Nemec out of the base and rendezvous at predetermined coordinates.”

“I’ll go,” Fireball said immediately. “He’s my brother.”

Rex shook his head. “My intel says they’re scanning the identifying number of every clone trooper before they board the transports. Every one of us is either presumed dead or wanted by the Empire. We’d be executed on the spot. It will have to be a nat-born.”

“Agreed,” Cerra said. “Echo, do you think you could slice into the Imperial database and plant fake orders? Every base needs a supply officer.”

“You can’t be serious,” Gregor objected. “After what happened at 79’s?”

“Rex is right. It has to be a nat-born,” Cerra said.

“Then send Rafa!” Gregor said. “Or one of Chuchi’s guards.”

“Not a lot of Pantorans in the Imperial army,” Echo said.

“It needs to be someone familiar with military protocol,” Rex added. “Rafa would get arrested before she ever made it through HQ security.”

“It has to be me, Gregor,” Cerra said quietly.

“I don’t like it,” Gregor growled.

“You don’t have to like it,” Rex said. “It’s not your call to make.”

“It’s not yours, either,” Gregor retorted.

“It’s my call, and I’m doing it,” Cerra said firmly.

As it turned out, they had more than a week to plan the mission, which felt unfathomably luxurious. While Rex waited for his contact to confirm the schedule, he, Echo, and Fireball went to investigate a lead on a possible ship for the Balmorra mission. In the meantime, Cerra had a secret weapon to coax Gregor out of his sullen mood: a grocery run, his absolute favorite kind of mission.

Coruscant was a planet of many wonders. Home to trillions of beings, it was a vibrant hub of culture, and where there was culture, there was food. In the galactic capital, one could find any kind of food imaginable, and Gregor had a vivid imagination. Cerra would have been happy enough with whatever bland ration bars she could find in CoCo Town, but Gregor had eaten enough industrial food to last him for a lifetime, and now that he had the freedom to eat whatever he wanted, he refused to settle for rations unless it was an actual emergency—and even then, it was subject to debate.

To find the sorts of ingredients he required, he and Cerra had to venture to the upper levels, to one of Coruscant’s vast, sprawling open-air markets. There, vendors from across the galaxy offered up a dazzling array of wares: everything from fresh produce, meat, and fish, to baked goods and confectionery, to hand-made soaps and candles, to antiques and artwork, to an entire market district dedicated exclusively to cut flowers.

During the war, Gregor had heard about the market but never been allowed inside. The first time he’d visited, he could hardly believe such a thing existed in the same galaxy as Abafar. The opulence and abundance of the market contrasted starkly with the impoverished, hardscrabble planet where he’d spent so many months with no memories or identity. He’d learned to cook from Borkus, and he once told Cerra that as far as he was concerned, that was the only good thing that had ever happened on that Maker-forsaken rock.

Now, as he wandered through the market with Cerra’s fingers laced between his own, he made no attempt to disguise his wonder and delight at the bustling, colorful surroundings. The heady scents of roasting peppers, fried food, pungent spices, and hot sugar permeated the air, making his stomach rumble.

“We should get a snack first,” he said.

“Yes, please!” Cerra agreed. “Otherwise, I’ll just buy everything in the market.”

They found a food stall that sold griddled ronto wrappers stuffed with traladon cheese and a variety of meat and vegetable fillings. The cheese was melty and stringy; and the flatbread was crispy and a little greasy; and on the whole, it was absolutely delicious. They ate as they walked, taking in all of the sights, smells, and sounds of the market. They passed a vendor piping rings of batter into a gigantic vat of hot oil, and Gregor made a note of the location.

“We’re getting some of those on our way home,” he said.

“To share with the boys?” Cerra asked

“Sure, we’ll go with that,” he replied with a wink.

She laughed, and he grinned at her, his earlier surliness forgotten as he draped his arm over her shoulders. They stopped at every stall that offered samples, tasting and testing.

“Candilin oranges!” a vendor called out. “Get them while they’re fresh! These won’t last longer than a day, folks, so don’t miss out!”

Gregor tugged Cerra toward the stall.

“We can’t afford those, Gregor,” she whispered.

“The samples are free,” he whispered back.

He snagged a small piece of the fruit off of the vendor’s sample tray and sniffed it curiously.

“Smell,” he told Cerra, holding it close to her face.

She leaned in and inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering closed. It smelled fresh and bright and zesty, and it reminded her of the sun. “It smells delicious.”

He slid the fruit into her mouth, and she took a bite. Sweet, tangy juice exploded across her tongue, and she made a tiny sound of pleasure as an expression of utter bliss settled on her face. Gregor beamed at her as he popped the rest of the fruit into his own mouth. The vendor, a Nithorn, regarded them with shrewd little eyes.

“Ah, young love,” she squawked. “I’ll give you a special discount for being such an adorable couple.”

Cerra’s eyes snapped open, and she pulled slightly away from Gregor. “Oh, we’re n—”

“Not made of credits,” Gregor cut in hastily. “You know how it is when you’re just starting out.”

Cerra flicked an uncertain glance at him, but she didn’t resist when he pulled her a little closer and wrapped his arm around her waist. The Nithorn nodded sagely.

“Of course, of course,” she said. “But nothing is too good for your girl, am I right? Come on, I’ll cut you a deal.”

“How much?” Cerra asked.

“Fifty credits apiece,” the vendor replied.

Cerra choked. “I’m not saying it’s not worth it, but we don’t have that kind of money.”

“Twenty,” Gregor countered.

The vendor guffawed. “Sorry, kids, but I’m running a business, not a charity. Forty credits.”

“Come on, Gregor,” Cerra urged. “We can find something else.”

“Twenty-two,” Gregor said.

“Are you trying to destroy my livelihood?” the vendor asked. “Thirty, and not a decicred less.”

“Twenty-five,” Gregor replied.

“You are breaking my heart,” said the Nithorn. “Fine, twenty-five. Be sure to eat it today, or it will rot.”

As they walked away with their prize, Cerra said in a low voice, “We don’t have that kind of budget, Gregor. What were you thinking?”

“I’ll make it up somewhere else,” he shrugged. “It was worth it.”

They wandered through the produce stands, selecting an assortment of fruits and vegetables as they caught Gregor’s eye. He spotted a table heaped with round, russet-colored fruits.

“What are these?” he asked the vendor.

“Kavasa,” Cerra replied, recognizing the fruit immediately.

“That’s right,” the Twi’lek vendor said. “Fresh kavasa, straight from Corellia. Just got a huge shipment this morning. I’m selling it for half price, if you’re interested.”

“We’ll take a kilo,” Gregor said.

“Are you sure?” Cerra asked. “Don’t you want to taste it first?”

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“Yes, it was my favorite when I was little,” Cerra admitted.

“Then we’ll take a kilo,” he repeated.

Gregor found a vendor who sold freeze-dried fruits and vegetables, and he insisted on buying several cartons for their off-world missions. “If we have to eat rations, at least we can buy some that resemble real food.”

Their last stop was the meat market. He’d been wanting to try his hand at cooking brualki brisket since he’d first tasted it at Dex’s Diner.

“We’re all out of brualki,” the butcher said. He was a burly Devaronian with two broken horns, and his arms bulged with muscles developed over years of breaking down enormous primal cuts. “But I’m sure we can find something that will suit you. Ever tried joopa?”

Gregor was intrigued. “Never heard of it. What’s it like?”

The butcher launched into a detailed sales pitch about the merits of joopa rib roasts, and Gregor asked a number of pointed questions about preparation techniques and flavor profiles as Cerra let her attention wander.

“Our joopa is wild-caught, from a place called Seelos,” the butcher said. “Never been there, myself.”

Cerra didn’t understand a word of the conversation, but one thing she did understand was sticking to a Force-damned budget. “How much per kilo?”

“Ten credits,” the butcher replied. “It’s about half the price of brualki right now, so you’ll save a decent chunk of creds.”

“I’ll take a five-kilo roast,” Gregor said.

The bags of groceries were heavy as they headed to the freighter, but Gregor wrangled them with ease. They were nothing compared to the weight of the armor that he normally wore. The market had become even more crowded as the day advanced, and beings of every imaginable species jostled around them. They retraced their route back to the ship, and as they passed through the fishmongers’ market district, disaster struck.

A large, boisterous family of Gabdorins blocked most of the path as the parents haggled with a merchant. Gregor and Cerra squeezed by them single-file. Suddenly, two of the youngest children broke free of the larger group and began chasing each other. Gregor tried to back up, but it was too late. The children ran straight into him, taking him out at the knees. As he fell, he collided with Cerra and knocked her down beneath him. They landed with a splash in a reeking puddle of water and rotting fish.

“Sorry, mister!” the children shrieked as they ran off to continue their game.

Cerra gagged at the stench, and Gregor quickly scrambled to his feet. By some miracle, he’d managed to keep the grocery bags out of the splash zone, but his clothes were saturated with the putrid liquid, and Cerra’s were even worse.

“What the kriff?” Cerra sputtered.

“Watch your language, lady,” one of the adult Gabdorins snapped.

“Are you serious?” Cerra demanded, incensed.

“Hey, easy,” Gregor intervened. “It was just an accident. Let’s get home so we can get out of these clothes.”

Cerra grumbled mutinously, but nevertheless she followed Gregor as they hurried back to the freighter. Fortunately—if anything about the situation could be considered fortunate—the miasma of rotting fish guts cleared a path through the crowded market, and they made it to the ship in record time.

“In, in, in, in, in,” Cerra chanted, her words blending into each other in her urgency. “Put the groceries in the conservator. I’ll get the ship powered up.”

Gregor hadn’t even finished stowing the perishables by the time they were airborne. Cerra breathed through her mouth, but she couldn’t escape the fetid stench. The flight back to the garage felt like the longest of her life, and from Gregor’s occasional retching sounds, he was suffering just as much as she was. She piloted them down the underworld portal, and as soon as the ship touched down on the landing platform, they stripped out of their garments and ran for the refreshers.

Luckily, nobody else had returned to the garage yet. Cerra got there first and tugged her bra and briefs off before making a beeline for the farthest shower stall. Gregor was right behind her, pulling off his boxers and leaving them in a pile with Cerra’s things, then claiming the second shower stall.

“Uuuuuuuugh, that is the most disgusting thing that has ever happened to me,” Cerra grunted. “Thank the stars I don’t have any hair; otherwise I’d have to shave my head all over again.”

“I’m not so lucky,” he said. “I hope I can get the smell out.”

The refresher began to fill with steam from both showers running at once. Cerra soaped her entire body from head to toe, and still the stench lingered. On the other side of the narrow tile barrier, she could hear vigorous splashing that indicated Gregor was scrubbing himself thoroughly. Cerra let out a low groan of pleasure as she stood under the hot spray.

“At least it happened at the end of the trip instead of the beginning,” Cerra said.

“Mm-hmm,” Gregor said noncommittally.

“We might have to burn our clothes,” she observed. “I don’t know if the smell will ever go away no matter how many times we clean them.”

“Yeah.” Gregor’s voice was strained.

She shut her shower off and stepped out. Gregor was facing the wall of his shower stall, his back to her as he stood under the water.

“Ah, kriff, I forgot a towel,” she said. “Do you need one?”

“No!” he said, keeping his back turned to her. “I mean, I’m not quite finished. I think I need to wash my hair again.”

“Okay,” she said, crossing to the bank of lockers where they kept a supply of towels and toiletries. “I’ll leave a clean one for you on the sink.”

“Thanks, Cerra,” he said. “You should go get something to eat. It’s been hours since we had those ronto wraps.”

His tone was brusque, and she hoped he wasn’t still angry about the Raada mission.

“Good idea,” she said. “I need to send the cleaning droid into the freighter anyway.”

She went to the barracks and dressed quickly, then powered up the cleaning droid and programmed it to decontaminate the ship. She lugged the groceries into the kitchenette and began to stow them away just as Gregor exited the refresher and headed for the barracks, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Droplets of water beaded across his broad shoulders and chest, and her gaze slid down his body, just for an instant, before she jerked her eyes away, focusing on finding space to fit the joopa roast in the conservator.

Nothing I haven’t seen before, she thought. Though if she were honest, Gregor was built differently from the other clones, even from the ARC troopers. He was thicker and denser, and she tried not to think about the way those shining droplets had slid down the planes of his—What the hell? This is Gregor! You know, your best friend and the one person you can count on in the galaxy? Stop thinking about his muscles, damn it!

She shoved the roast into the conservator and slammed the door, leaning against it to make sure it sealed. She swallowed. What was wrong with her? First sex dreams, and now this? She must be losing whatever tattered shreds of sanity she still possessed.

This is all Echo’s fault, she thought irritably. I never even thought about Gregor that way until he put the idea in my head.

She sighed and dug through the bags of groceries until she unearthed the candilin orange and a kavasa fruit. She sliced them with unnecessary violence and arranged them on a plate as Gregor rejoined her.

He was dressed—thank the Maker for small mercies—and he looked far more relaxed than he had in a long while. Now that she thought about it, he had been tense ever since the night they’d gone to 79’s. A wave of guilt washed through her at the realization that she’d caused him that much distress.

“Want to catch up on the Bake Off?” he asked.

“I think we’ve earned it,” she replied. “Don’t tell Fireball we watched it without him, though.”

Gregor flopped down on the sofa and turned on the holotable, and Cerra curled up next to him. As the show’s opening jingle played, she passed him the plate of fruit. He tasted a slice of kavasa experimentally.

“That’s delicious!” he exclaimed. “No wonder it was your favorite.”

She swiped a slice and popped it into her mouth, enjoying the familiar burst of juicy sweetness across her tongue. It tasted like childhood. It tasted like home. She closed her eyes to blink away the tears that pricked behind her eyelids, and when she opened them, Gregor was watching her with a small, satisfied smile. He reached over and tugged her legs onto his lap and balanced the plate on top of her knees as he turned to watch the show.

The show hosts were droning on and on in some ridiculous opening skit about being turned into tookas. Cerra’s attention wandered, and her eyelids grew heavy. Gregor shifted her legs and stood to take the empty plate to the kitchenette, but before he could leave, she snagged his hand and tugged him back down onto the sofa with a sleepy grumble that sounded suspiciously like “No. My Gregor.”

He laughed quietly and set the plate on the floor, then lay down next to her. It was a tight fit, and she wiggled up against the back of the couch to make room for him. He wrapped his arms around her and began to rub small circles on her back, and within minutes, the pair were asleep.

The room was dark as Cerra floated toward consciousness. She felt wonderfully warm and safe, held securely in a strong embrace, and she closed her eyes again, drifting on the border between slumber and lucidity. Soft, even breaths fanned across the skin of her chest, where a head rested heavily against her. Their legs tangled together, one strong thigh trapped between her own, and she realized two things at once: first, that thigh was pressed against her achingly aroused sex; and second, he was hard as a kriffing rock against her hip.

“Fives,” she breathed.

She tightened her arms around his shoulders, determined to savor every second of their time together, knowing that they would have to wake up and return to their duties all too soon. She flattened her palm against the hard muscles of his upper back, stroking him languidly. Where were they this time? Florrum? Cato Nemoidia? Did it even matter? She pressed her lips against his forehead, inhaling deeply. Something was different about his scent. New soap? She liked it. It smelled comforting, somehow—familiar.

“Where are we?” she whispered, but his only answer was a soft snore.

She shifted, inadvertently dragging herself along his thigh and moaning quietly at the friction. Fives, responsive even in his sleep, rumbled deep in his chest and rolled his hips, grinding his cock against her. Gods, it had been too long. She’d forgotten how damned big he was. How long had it been this time? Weeks? Months? She couldn’t even remember. The campaigns blurred together, punctuated by those brief, rare occasions when they both had shore leave at the same time. Where are we?

Kriff, she was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of being away from him. She missed him so much that it poisoned their time together: even now, with him lying safe in her arms, the knowledge that he would be gone again soon weighed heavily on her chest. How long do we have this time?

Where are we?

Her breathing settled into a regular rhythm, and she drifted back into oblivion. She was deep asleep when the man in her embrace shifted with a quiet, drowsy grumble and then went abruptly rigid. In the darkened garage, illuminated only by the Are you still watching? message on the holoprojector, he carefully disentangled himself from her and pulled away.

Hours later, Cerra awoke, disoriented and utterly alone.

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Bibliografia

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Documenti e articoli

Le vittime di nazionalità italiana a Fiume e dintorni (1939-1947) – Zrtve talijanske nacionalnosti u rijeci i okolici (1939-1947)

Mappa ed elenco delle foibe

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Arnaldo Harzarich, l’angelo delle foibe

Documentari, incontri e lezioni

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Esodo. L’Italia dimenticata

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Le Foibe

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Vergarolla

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Pola addio (1947)

Pola, una città che muore (1947)

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Fertilia (1949)

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A Sappada con i piccoli profughi giuliani (1952)

Siti utili

Archivio de L’Arena di Pola

Associazione Dalmati Italiani nel Mondo – Libero Comune di Zara in Esilio

Associazione delle Comunità Istriane

Associazione Fiumani Italiani nel Mondo – Libero Comune di Fiume in Esilio

Associazione Giuliani nel Mondo

Associazione Nazionale Venezia Giulia e Dalmazia

Associazione Nazionale Venezia Giulia e Dalmazia – Comitato Provinciale di Bologna

Associazione Nazionale Venezia Giulia e Dalmazia – Comitato Provinciale di Udine

Associazione Nazionale Venezia Giulia e Dalmazia – Comitato Provinciale di Venezia

Associazione Triestini e Goriziani in Roma

Centro di Documentazione Multimediale della Cultura Giuliana, Istriana, Fiumana e Dalmata

Centro di ricerche storiche Rovigno

Circolo di Cultura Istroveneta “Istria”

Comitato 10 Febbraio

Comunità di Lussinpiccolo

Coordinamento Adriatico

Deputazione di Storia Patria

Elio Varutti

FederEsuli

Fondazione Giorgio Perlasca – Le Foibe e l’Esodo

Fondazione Rustia-Traine

Istituto Regionale per la Cultura Istriano-fiumano-dalmata

L’Arena di Pola – Libero Comune di Pola in Esilio

Lega Nazionale

Mailing List Histria

Società Dalmata di Storia Patria

Società di Studi Fiumani

Unione degli Istriani – Libera Provincia dell’Istria in Esilio

Unione Italiana

Università Popolare di Trieste

Romanzi d’autori istro-quarnerini e dalmati

P. A. Quarantotti Gambini, La rosa rossa (1937)

E. Bettiza, Il fantasma di Trieste (1958)

F. Tomizza, Materada (1960)

F. Tomizza, La ragazza di Petrovia (1963)

F. Tomizza, Il bosco di acacie (1963)

P. A. Quarantotti Gambini, I giochi di Norma (1964)

P. A. Quarantotti Gambini, Le redini bianche (1967)

F. Tomizza, L’albero dei sogni (1969)

F. Tomizza, La torre capovolta (1971)

F. Tomizza, La quinta stagione (1975)

F. Tomizza, La miglior vita (1977)

F. Tomizza, Il male viene dal Nord (1984)

L. Zanini, Martin Muma (1990)

N. Milani, Una valigia di cartone (1991)

E. Bettiza, Esilio (1996)

M. Madieri, Verde acqua. La Radura (1998)

G. Fiorentin, Chi ha paura dell’uomo nero? (2000)

F. Tomizza, La visitatrice (2000)

F. Tomizza, Il sogno dalmata (2001)

E. Bettiza, Il libro perduto (2005)

F. Molinari, L’isola del Muto. Storia del pescatore dalmata che parlava ai gabbiani (2006)

A. M. Mori, Nata in Istria (2006)

N. Milani, Racconti di guerra (2008)

L. Toth, La casa di calle San Zorzi (2008)

L. Zanini, Martin Muma (2008)

R. Turcinovich Giuricin, S. De Franceschi, Una raffica all’improvviso, navigando lungo le coste dell’Istria e Quarnero (2011)

L. Toth, Spiridione Lascarich – Alfiere della Serenissima (2011)

A. M. Mori, L’anima altrove (2012)

E. Bettiza, La distrazione (2013)

N. Milani, La bacchetta del direttore (2013)

N. Milani, Lo spiraglio (2017)

L. Toth, Il disertore dalmata (2018)

N. Milani, Di sole, di vento e di mare (2019)

N. Milani, Cronaca delle Baracche (2021)

E. Mestrovich, A Fiume, un’estate (2022)

R. Turcinovich Giuricin, Di questo mar che è il mondo… (2023)

Pellicole cinematografiche e spettacoli teatrali

La città dolente (1949)

Cuori senza frontiere (1950)

Magazzino 18 (2013)

Red Land Rosso Istria (2018)

La rosa dell’Istria (2024)

#Esodo giuliano-dalmata #Giorno del ricordo #*Nella bibliografia ho incluso solamente le opere dedicate a foibe ed esodo (+ Spalato tanto per) ma c’è una bibliografia ricca anche sulla #slavizzazione asburgica di Venezia Giulia e Dalmazia Risorgimento e Fascismo (snazionalizzazione delle componenti slave; violenze squadrist #e non solo; invasione della Jugoslavia e campi di concentramento fascisti) che ovviamente non metto qui perché se parlo di foibe ed esodo m #fermo lì - però per chi non avesse familiarità con l’argomento e volesse avere una visione più ampia e completa della storia di quelle #regioni me lo scriva e provvederò.

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