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mxtantrights · 3 years

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The magic-spy and the bird

the best friends brother trope is in my top 5 tropes. but I've also got a thing for angst. So here we areeeee. enjoy! <3

dick Grayson x f!reader

Jason Todd had asked you specifically to ask his brother out. And he did use the word brother, which you made a point to bring up. He shot it down but still decided to push his message towards you. You should ask Dick out. It wasn’t that simple.

“Jay I don’t think you’ve thought this through.” you said.

He chuckled, “Of course I did. I wouldn’t say it out loud if it wasn’t a well-cooked plan.”

You made a face at him.

“Okay look, all I'm saying is you’ve got nothing to lose. If anything you're way out of his league.” he said and then gulped down the rest of his beer.

You didn’t like beer and so you worked on a Pina colada. You had done the whole beer thing for years now. As a trained spy it was your go-to for missions at bars. Safe to say you were sick of ales, craft beers and everything in between.

“Ah yes, the magic using spy.” you nodded your head.

Jason nodded along with you.

“Exactly. Bird brains would eat that up.” he said.

“And when would I tell him that I knew about his secret identity? Before I tell him about mine or after?” you asked.

Jason sighed and raised his hand for another beer. You rolled your eyes at this. Once he had a thought it was very hard for him to let it go. Especially when it included a thought about people he cared for- no matter how much he claimed the opposite.

“All Im saying is, you never know until you try.”

“What are you a fortune cookie?”

“Fuck off. I’m being serious and I do give great advice you can ask Duke.”

2 DAYS LATER

You look at Caliban with bated breath. He had just gotten info on a magic-based rebellion. Work was tight when you rolled with the good guys for too long of a time. You blame that on two men on your life, Jason and Constantine.

“I’ll put in a good word for you.” he says.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. And any-”

Before you can finish telling Caliban that he can call in a favor from you at anytime your surroundings change. In a flash you go from one of the underworld crime bars to a room you’ve never been in before.

You look around and sure enough you see the culprit. Constantine.

“There she is!” he smiles.

Not only did he summon you, he did so in front of an audience. Circled around him is Gotham’s crime fighting family. All of them except Jason, Cass and Duke. All of which know about your secret identity and would’ve stopped Constantine from summoning you. The rest of the family are all looking at you liked you’ve grown a second head.

You look down at what you’re wearing. The long sleeve off the shoulder skin tight black dress was the perfect choice for the club you were supposed to be in. Maybe not so much for a meeting with the Bats and his birds.

You look right ahead at Constantine, “I don’t like being summoned.”

“Ah, but you’re the best person I know for this job. I had to get you over here.” he says.

You take a quick look at all the other people in the room. Then at the screen behind them. Your information is plastered on it. Well, the information that you’ve decided to let the government think was yours. Your codename was at the top of the screen.

“Constantine says that you’re the best way into the underworld.” Batman says.

You’re confused to say the least. Constantine was Constantine, why would he call you in order to get them into the underworld when he can do it himself? It defeats the purpose of having to call him.

“I’m sorry,” you direct to Batman and then look at your friend, “I need you to state specifically what I’m needed for.”

Constantine moved from the family over to you. As he did you watched as Nightwing followed him with his own eyes. Now Dick knows you’re not just Jason’s friend from around Gotham. Great.

“Bats got intel that something it going down with this magic group, the-” he starts. “hex mutiny.” you finish.

“You already know about them?” Nightwing says.

“I was just getting someone to put in a good word for me with them before you summoned me here. You’ve got great timing you know that?” you say to Constantine.

He smiles, “Well then it seems like you can be of great service, spygames.”

“And what exactly would I be doing, if I can even get a spot with them?” you throw out the question to the family.

Red Robin crosses his arms, “We need someone on the inside to tell us what they are planning for Gotham.”

“I doubt they’d let a newbie in on their plans.”

“Good thing you won’t be a newbie.” Batman says.

Constantine conjures an amulet in his hand. You want to hit him over the head. He could really be a pain in the ass. You grab it from him.

“With this, you’ll be in the perfect position to get in and get out. Easy.” he says.

You shake your head, “Every time you say that I get a new scar.”

“I promise sweetheart. No scars this time.”

“Yeah yeah, you owe me for this.”

EXACTLY ONE WEEK LATER

You knew you would end up wounded. Typically with Constantine it was nothing deadly, or nothing your own magic couldn’t fix. But you knew that your luck had to run out some day. And it wasn't his fault.

After finding out what the group was really up to you couldn’t just let them operate. They weren’t really rebels. No they used that name to paint a narrative. They were fascists.

You held the wound to your waist to stop the bleeding. This would have to be the farthest you could go. There was no way you could run out of this. Not with the blood seeping through the cracks of your fingers.

At least you brunt the members down to the ash. It took a lot out of you. And that’s why you weren’t prepared for a hit that tore right through you.

“Why aren’t you moving?” Jason, or Redhood, said through the comms.

You leaned against the hallway wall.

At least you’d die someplace pretty. When you first came in you didn't notice how clean and meticulous everything was. There were painting of famous magicians on the walls. Along with some stolen art, a Van Gogh or two.

You ripped the amulet off your neck and felt the illusion fade. The necklace fell to the floor and you let out a pained breath.

“I think,” you coughed and on the clean wall was not splatters of blood, “this is it.”

You could hear Jason shouting on the other end. He was calling out your name, calling out for Constantine to come and help you. Duke was calling for you too. And you could’ve sworn you heard Cass say your name once.

With your only free hand you tried to open a portal out of the base. You knew it would be useless as you had a mortal wound and portal magic works best under no stress and panic, or blood loss. The usual light from your hands glowed faintly until it didn’t.

“Constantine can’t summon you?” Dick asked.

At that you let your body drag down the wall until you reached the floor. When you did sit down more blood came out. So you decided to lay down horizontally.

“Hey hey- I told you I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to you.” you hear Constantine through the comms.

You want to laugh, but it ends out more of a chocked gargle.

“I screwed up the mission. I deserve it.” you said.

“You did good. Better than any of us.” Batman said.

“Constantine you need to call in whatever favors you have to get her out of there. Now!” Jason shouted.

“Dont,” you started.

“No. We’re getting you out of there-”

“Jason, I’m not a saint. I never would’ve imagined going out like this.” you said.

Once you were born you were thrusted in this world. All you knew was to use magic as a weapon. To get ahead, to get power, to get the glory. And that lasted you until you turned 19.

Then Constantine crossed paths with you. He was the one to show you that magic has other uses. Such as helping and healing. You learned the best stuff from him. And you took what you learned and began to help in ways you could.

You didn’t go on the straight and narrow. Never did you consider yourself a morally correct person. Sometimes the lines were blurred, or they need to be blurred. And so you took down seedy organizations, went on recon missions all over the world.

It wasn’t justice. But it was close enough that you could sleep at night or the odd hours of the morning for more than four hours.

“Sweetheart I don’t break my promises.” Constantine said finally.

You were just beginning to feel your eyes grow heavy. The pain was starting to be comfortably numb. Then above you appeared someone you weren’t expecting in the slightest.

“Caliban?” you asked.

“You owe me double.”

4 DAYS LATER

When you woke up you felt battered and weak You weren’t used to these feelings and you weren’t used to being so close to death. Everyday was a new experience when you’re the Priestess of Espionage.

You cracked open one eye to find a couple of deviants at your side. Jason, Duke and Cass. The youngest took the chair next to you while Duke and Jason seemed to take the floor. Since they weren’t in their gear you guessed that you were out for longer than a couple of hours.

“Not my version of hell but I’ll allow it.” you say in a raspy voice.

It wakes everyone up.

Jason and Duke bolt to your bedside.

“Why’d you almost die on me?” and “Are you feeling okay?” come from them both, respectively. It makes you want to laugh but when you feel the ache in your waist you stop yourself.

“I’m alive, so there’s that. Positives.” you answer.

Jason shoots his younger siblings a look and they scurry out the room. You try to sit up to ask what it was for but he puts his hands up for you to stop any movement. So you lay back down.

“He would kill me if you tore your stitches.”

You shut your eyes, “Jason I don’t think Constantine would kill you per say.”

You hear the door opening so you decide to open your eyes. And sure enough you see Jason leaving the room and someone coming in. Dick Grayson, out of his suit as well.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t read his face. Besides the clear betrayal that was there. He definitely knew that you knew he’s Nightwing.

“Hi.” you say.

His face softens, “Hi.”

“I just want to say that I would’ve told you about who I am. Sooner that you think actually but this mission kinda derailed all of that.” you say.

With his arm crossed over his chest he nods, “How long did you know I was Nightwing?”

You wince.

“For about two years now. Once Jason told me he was Red it was hard to not notice the similarities of the Wayne family and the Bat one.”

He laughs at that and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It must be going good if he wants to laugh.

“And when did he tell you that I like you?” he asks.

“He didn’t explicitly say that.”

There’s a beat of silence. You’re looking at him and he’s looking at you. But he’s the one who seems to be holding his breath this time. You try to hide the smirk you feel forming on your lips.

“What?” he asks.

“Jason had told me that I should ask you out. He didn’t say anything about you liking me.” you answer him.

The red tint that covered Dick Grayson was absolutely adorable.

He nods his head to himself. Twice.

“I- I’m gonna get Jason for you.” he moved to the door. And you don’t really know what to say. All your words get jumbled in your brain and you can’t put them together in a way that is smooth enough so you deicide to just try your best.

“If you were to ask me out, I would say yes.” you say.

He looks directly at you. Then his signature smirk appears.

“I’ll bring back some food for later.” he says.

“it’s a date.” you answer.

#dc x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #Dick Grayson imagine #nightwing imagine #dc imagine #dc #nightwing #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd x reader #Jason todd imagine

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valberryy · 3 years

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oh, eurydice (it's an awful sound). — venti

de l'autre côté de l'eau, comme un écho. / tu dis que c'est la fin du monde, c'est ton silence mon eau profonde.

um,, idk what to say cause i dont want this to b my venti summoning post but. anyways. also tagging @starfell-traveler look i finished it!!!! b proud of me /hj

pairing: venti x gn!reader

content warnings: mentions/descriptions of alcohol & blood/injuries, major character death, it's just heavy angst i'm sorry

one.

Venti still remembers the first time he heard you laugh, warm and clear and bright, like the chiming of cathedral-bells.

In those golden days when he was getting used to his new face, he often found himself wandering—much to the chagrin of his friends. If he wasn't in one of the many taverns of the newly-built Mondstadt, he was wandering these new, free lands.

And that was how he met you, the spritely scion of house Gunnhildr, who had strayed away from your envoy with a bottle of wine and leaves in your hair. He noted the mischief dancing in your eyes, the sunlight dappling on your skin, the way your mouth formed a small "o" when you saw you were not alone.

Your eyes had lit up when you caught sight of him. "Oh, my lord!" you called, "Fancy a cup and a chat, perhaps?"

Venti stood still for a moment to ponder your request, but at the sound of you popping the cork off the bottle and pouring it into a cup you had brought, he found his resolve weakening. He took a seat next to you as you pulled a stray leaf from your hair, taking a sip from your cup before passing it to him.

How brazen of you, he mused.

While cherry wine, in his opinion, could never hold a candle to the dandelion wine he had grown fond of, it tasted all the sweeter coming from you.

You had laughed at this sentiment of his, clear as the water from the lake nearby. "Is that so?" you asked. "Perhaps I'll bring some more of this kind especially for you, dearest bard."

Venti responded with a playful pluck at his lyre-strings. "I'd prefer if you called me by my name, young master Gunnhildr."

"And what would that be?"

Just as he was about to respond, the two of you caught wind of voices yelling out your name, and you flinched. "That must be for me," you said. "I shouldn't have expected to be able to hide forever."

He helped you stand, stretching out his arm to pull you up—your hand was soft and warm against his own, and the "thank you," that rolled from your lips made his heart flutter in a way he wasn't used to.

"I'd love to see you again," you said, and he smiled.

"You talk as if this is goodbye forever!" Venti joked. "We can meet here again, if you so wish."

"Then it is done," you said, and squeezed his hand as if in confirmation of your new arrangement.

And with the lightest press of your wine-stained lips to his cheek, you had run off without another word—only the sound of your distant laughter and, "Sorry, sorry! I'm back now, mother!" left in your wake.

two.

That promise had soon become habit, and habit a new way of life—one wherein you would sneak away from the rest of your family to rendezvous with Venti in the forest, to share wine and song and sweet, honeyed words alike.

(And as time wore on, you pressed your wine-stained lips to more places than just his cheek, and the cheeky bastard would have you do it again, and again, and again.)

"What d'you reckon your family would say if they figured out you were sneaking away for this?" Venti mused, "Like a hero in a romance novel."

With a laugh, you lay your head over his lap and smiled when his hand came to rest in your hair, his fingers gently playing with the strands. "Scold me, I suppose," you said. "There are worse fates than not being allowed outside for a month, my love."

You plucked a stray dandelion out of his hair, blowing the seeds to the wind.

"Hmm? And what would those be, I wonder?"

"...You're so infuriating, Venti," you grumbled, and he simply laughed and took another sip of wine—elderflower this time, tasting like spring upon his tongue. "I can't even dare imply that I want to be with you forever without you teasing me for it—what kind of lover are you? Hmph."

He paused, a teasing grin growing on his lips despite your previous words. "Are you asking me to marry you?"

An odd noise left your throat. "I mean," you said, "unless you want me to take your surname instead? ...Now that I think about it, Venti Gunnhildr doesn't quite sound the best."

A laugh, first from him, soon followed by one of your own. "Your family won't allow it, would they? But if the fates allow…there's nothing I'd love more than to be with you," he said. Gently he untangled his fingers from your hair, weaving his fingers between your own instead. "That is, if you want it too?"

A world of just you and him, a life where he would never have to stray far from your side—perhaps this was what Amos so desperately craved for, in those days. Venti watched as you removed the signet ring from your pointer finger and fit it snugly on his own, admiring your handiwork and smiling up at him.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

three.

Somehow it felt odd to see you in clothes other than the casual attire he had always seen you in. When you were seated upon your horse like this, dressed in richly-dyed leathers and embroidered silks with your family crest hanging proudly from your breast pocket, you seemed much less like the cheeky [Name] that would pluck his lyre from his hands to play your own tune, and more like the young scion of house Gunnhildr that the rest of the world saw you as.

"I'm sorry, dearest," you said, your voice thick with regret. "They only told me about this last night, so I've had no time to tell you… And father wouldn't let me refuse, so—"

Venti laughed, "When did you become such a worrywart? It's only one round of hunting, right? I'll be waiting for you back here."

You huffed, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his lips. "Then I'll be sure to hurry on back to you."

He pulled you back down for another kiss, square on the lips this time, before letting you go. "Don't miss!" he said, calling after your horse, to which you turned and yelled back at him,

"If I do, it's your fault!"

He laughed, settling down beneath a tree and closing his eyes. You'd be there to wake him when you returned.

When Venti awoke, it was not to your hand shaking his shoulder but to a thud and the worried whinnying of a horse. His eyes snapped open as you groaned, one hand clutching your stomach and the other propping you up. When you caught his gaze you smiled weakly, too much blood in your teeth and not enough light in your eyes.

"I'm back, dearest," you said, and he had stumbled over to catch you before your arm gave out.

He pressed down on your torso, where three large gashes ran down from your chest down to your stomach, large and jagged as if from the claws of a bear. You groaned in pain and he pressed a kiss to your hand in apology, your skin pale and clammy in a way that reminded him too much of harsh, cold winds and a boy with his lyre.

"You should've seen me, Venti," you breathed, "I shot it right in the throat…are you proud of me?"

"Very," he said. "I'll always be proud of you."

You laughed, broken and pained and sad. "Good," you said, "good." Then you looked up at him, the tears welling in his eyes, the reality of his fate—your fate—finally looming upon him. "Don't look at me like that, love," you cooed. "Please, smile for me, okay? Sing for me…can you spare me at least that much?"

His grip on your hand tightened. "All of that and so much more, dandelion," he said. "Please…"

"So much more, huh…" you mused. "Then, how about one last kiss before I go?"

"...You talk as if this is goodbye," he says, but doesn't protest when you pull him down by the collar, your red-stained lips pressing weakly against his—

—But instead of the sweetness of wine, there was only the sharp bitterness of your blood in his mouth.

four.

"How far would you go for me?" was something Venti had thrown around a lot, never expecting you to give him a straight answer—not with how you shoved his shoulder and said, "Just because there wasn't a ceremony doesn't mean I'm not your spouse, Venti. Wouldn't the answer be obvious?"

But he still recalled the first time he had asked you and the first time you answered, your fingers tangled with his and your head buried in the crook of his neck. Your voice had been softer, gentler, lacking the playful edge but just as genuine as always, "From the deepest depths of the ocean to the highest to the highest peaks in the sky," you said, "Until my hands wither away into dust."

"Maybe you're the bard instead of me, love," he had said, then.

In this new world without you he found himself clinging to whatever remnants of you he could—the dappled sunlight in the forest, the slightest sting of alcohol going down, the glint of your family crest on the ring that adorned his finger.

One of his many laments was how he could never mourn you in the way he felt you deserved—he had not the power to turn back time, lacked the dominion over anything static and permanent to immortalise you with. He only had his lyre and his voice and his winds, and all he could do was paint the skies grey in his grief, have the gales sing requiems that you would never hear.

From the deepest depths of the ocean to the highest peaks in the sky he would go for you and back—and if the darkest depths of this world contained the secret to getting you back, perhaps even a mere spirit on the wind could bear the trek through the dark.

(After all, Venti knew in his heart of hearts that you would have done the same for him.)

The heart of the Abyss wasn't a land of mindless bloodshed and fire—it was cold and calculating, like a predator lying in wait. It was this place, in the depths of Teyvat and in the winding depths of their palace, that he knew could somehow bring you back to him.

"Are you the one for whom the skies wept, bard?"

Venti swallowed down the lump in his throat. "I am," he said. "I want a deal."

The person before him raised an eyebrow, canting their head to the side.

"One life," they said, "and no second chances."

Cold, and calculating, and inevitable—but still he would try. Venti owed you at least that much, no?

five.

He squeezed your hand as you trailed behind him, muttering to himself: don't look back, don't look back, don't look back. No matter how much he longed to hold you, to see your face and feel your skin beneath his, he kept his gaze to his feet as you both moved onwards into the dark.

(When he saw you again, just as beautiful as the day he lost you, he dropped his lyre to run into your arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck and surrounding himself with only you, you, you.

"Venti," you said, and he nearly wept at the way his name rolled from your tongue. "Let's go home.")

You squeezed his hand back, so gently that he almost couldn't believe you were really there. "Why don't you sing me a song, dearest?" you quipped. "Anything you like."

In spite of himself, in spite of the cold around him and behind him and in his own hand, he smiled. "Have I ever sung you the one with the mist flower and the sparrow?"

He heard you huff behind him. "That one again? You know how bad I am at hitting the notes in that!"

"Hmm, sure, sounds like an excuse to me…"

"Venti!"

He laughed and squeezed your hand again, as if to remind himself—you were here, and he was taking you home, and you would be able to feel the sun on your skin and taste wine from his cup in the way you had always loved. He would be able to write you songs and guide your hands across his lyre, and he need never stray far from your side.

You need never go somewhere where he couldn't follow.

"We're almost there," he said, resisting the urge to turn around to smile at you. "There's a bottle of wine waiting for us. It wouldn't do us any good to leave it for too long, you know?"

He squeezed your hand again, but you didn't respond.

He swallowed down the lump in his throat. His footsteps hastened, quicker and quicker until he was near-running towards where he knew the surface lay. Had he been tricked? Were you never there all along? Had you gotten lost, or fallen, or left, and left some other person in your stead?

Anxiety clutched at his heart like brambles, and Venti found his mind wandering back to those days with the wintery winds and the friends he had lost to the storms. Not again, he prayed, please, never again.

He ran until his legs ached, ran until the first drop of sunlight finally kissed his skin, and he let go of your hand to turn around—

—to see your face still shrouded in darkness, your eyes wide, your hand still reaching out for him.

"What?" he breathed, "No, please, I can't lose you again—"

You smiled, and though your teeth weren't coated in blood and your body was free from any wounds, Venti's heart had sunk even further than when he had caught you that day.

"No, love, please, I'm sorry—"

"Venti," you said, "I'll see you again soon, okay?"

"Please—"

"I love you."

With whatever time you had left, you reached out further to brush the tips of your fingers against his cheek. "Smile for me, okay? Sing me one last song…"

And before he could reach out to you again, you had once again gone somewhere he couldn't reach.

(Yours was a song he sang without end, even when all of Mondstadt had forgotten your name—and even when he felt like he didn't deserve to bear your memory.

On days when he uncorked a bottle of cherry wine or caught the Acting Grandmaster's eye, Venti found himself staring down at the ring you had placed on his finger in those golden days—and if he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to it the way you had done to him, he swears he can still hear your laugh, warm and clear and bright.)

#pls ignore how messy it gets towards the end im sorry i couldnt brain n e more #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact x reader #venti x reader #bee writes

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intergalactic-padawan · 3 years

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inquisitor - Ezra Bridger

Requested: yes, by the beautiful @raganbridger! Sorry for the wait, it's finally here!

Warnings: angst, dark side!reader, confusion, mentions of bad injuries/blood, betrayal

A/N: You asked for le angst, so here it is! I've had this idea for a long while and this request was the motivation I needed to start. LOTS of alternative endings were written, this was mostly the reason it took so long.

Pronouns of reader: she/her

*ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! I make mistakes just like everybody else 😉*

-"oh, good, you're awake"

You sit and inhale sharply, focusing back on the real world, startled at the strange voice.

Well, not so strange per se. You knew who was talking to you. What was strange was why he was talking to you.

Before you can adjust your vision to the unfamiliar environment, the memories from hours earlier instantly come flooding back.

Malachor. The place where jedi go to die.

An easy kill for you and your inquisitor colleagues.

That's what they had said on the ship, at least. You, on the other hand, knew better than to underestimate how slippery those jedi could be - especially if they fought side by side, like they always did.

You remember cornering the younger one during the fight. His skill was minimal compared to yours, which would give you an advantage against his master if he were to die first.

The boy and his friends go after the sith holocron. There had been a blinding light when it was placed at the altar.

And also, the jedi knight who was blinded by your former master, Maul.

Maul.

Not only had the cursed man left you for dead years before, he had come back from hiding to haunt you and join forces with your other enemies.

But you were an inquisitor. You wouldn't - you couldn't let him get the best of you, not this time.

You feel a light hand pressing your forehead and recoil in fear, reaching for your lightsaber, only to feel it was not there.

-"whoah, woah, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you" - it was the padawan you'd been fighting before - Ezra Bridger. He had placed you and his master inside a cave in a planet you were not familiar with when you'd escaped Malachor.

You'd escapd Malachor? But how?

You couldn't have, unless he'd carried you back to his ship.

-"hey, hey, it's alright."

-"what do you want, jedi?" - you wince in pain again.

-"a thank you would be nice, actually. I did just save your life"

-"a foolish mistake. One you will pay for with yours"

You reach out for your lightsaber, but can't feel it anywhere close. Scouring with the force for its presence, you quickly realize he must have hidden it outside the place.

-"Nope, absolutely not" - just as quickly, he slaps your outstreched hand - "I may be an idiot, but i'm not stupid. Your lightsaber's not here, it's caused enough damage already."

You rub the hand he pushed away, more shocked at his actions than anything. How DARE he?

-"Then what do you want from me, if not revenge? Why treat my wounds if not to finish the battle we started?"

-"Listen, I'm not sure if it's the adrnaline or something, but you're in no condition to fight anyone any time soon"

-"You underestimete me, Jedi. Even in these conditions you would be no match for me."

-"Like I wasn't a match for you at the sith temple?"

At the mention of the event, images of the fight start to come back.

Back at the sanctuary, you drew him away from the fight, knowing his strengh lied with his allies. Only, you hadn't imagined your former master to join his side - not until you'd seen the holocron in Ezra's hands, at least. You'd warned him: "he will use it and throw you away. Like he did to me". Needless to say, he didn't listen.

Your vision starts to lose focus at the intensity of your anger and you groan in pain, not able to sit anymore. Driven by instinct, the padawan holds your side so you won't fall completely, pressing your abdomen and making you hiss in pain.

-"ah, looks like I was right. You're conscious, but not healed" - you feel yourself be adjusted back on the ground, too weak to fight him.

-"where are we? Why did you save my life?"

He hesitates, eyes studying you, like you might attack him any second and he still knew it.

-"not so sure" - he finally answers - "maybe because now you owe me one?"

-"Did you hit your head or something?" You scoff - "Make no mistake, I WILL kill you when the opportunity rises!"

-"And that is why your lightsaber privileges have been revoked for now."

You lock eyes, studying him like he had you. It made no sense- you'd followed his group to the sith temple, tried to kill him several times, called for the man who had murdered his strongest ally, Ahsoak Tano. Why was he helping you?

With a shiver, you realize he's still holding your side, not as firmly as before but still providing support for your back. Inhaling sharply, you graze his hand and he lets go instantly, realizing how close the two of you had gotten.

Standing up just as quickly, he brushes a strand of unruly hair our of his forehead, while you you clean your throat, diverting your attention to the exit of the cave. The rain pours on the large trees outside, but you can't make out much except for the fact that you're in a forest planet (maybe a moon?) and his ship is in less than ideal conditions to get out of it.

-"here" - Ezra kneels down with two bacta patches and a piece of fabric from a medical kit -"i felt your back was pretty sore, but didn't want to take off your shirt while you were out. Your cuts need cleaning."

You hesitantly take the items, using the rocks behind you as support to lean your body on. He stands up, hands on hips, and chuckles when you sniff the gel, suspicious.

With the small bit of privacy he gives you by turning around to check on his master, you fumble with your shirt, deciding to take it off in order to see better.

-"Need some help over there?" - he asks, hearing you grunt in frustration at not being able to reach some spots

-"Not from you, thank you very much"

-"Oh, so she CAN say thank you! That's a welcome change"

You throw the rag at his direction, irritated out of your mind. Who does he think he is??

He must sense the harmless ball of soaked fabric coming his way, turning around to catch it mid-air. Now that he's turned, you see a glimpse of amusement in his eyes at your rage, giving you the answer you needed as to why he went through the trouble of saving you; it was merely to see you suffer and laugh at your expense, apparently.

His expression quickly changed when he saw your bruised torso, however.

- "who did this to you?" - he whispers, and you look down at you look down at your sore ~ well, everything~, covered only by a wrap in the bust area.

-"As you said, jedi. I may be better than you, but you still gave me a decent challenge"

"No. I didn't even hit you there." - his serious reaction to your injuries had caught you off guard, you had to admit. - "those are old and deep, you shouldn't even be able to walk!"

-"I'm not, remember?" - you motion at your debilitated situation, unable to even sit down or cross your legs properly -"But i will be, soon. And then it's over for you"

-"you know what? I think if you wanted to, you would have killed me by now." - he shoots back and you're impressed at his audacity once again.

But he had a point. Why hadn't you attacked him yet?

Sure, you had no lightsaber or phisical conditions to stand, but your force abilities were still as strong as ever. You were vulnerable, but so was he, and you weren't kidding when you said you could deal with him even at your worse.

-"you know what? " - you cross your arms. He was playing with fire now - "maybe I might"

-"and why haven't you?"

-"because I wouldn't enjoy it as much." - you snap back venomously - "I want to see you suffer before I bring you to Lord Vader"

His expression darkens at the mention of Ahsoka's murderer. His whole body stiffens as he balls his wrists and clearly struggles to control his anger at the recent loss. For a moment, you fear you've gone too far, but reprimand yourself for worrying about his feelings over yours. You're not supposed to be anything more than indifferent to the weak and ruthless to those who dare oppose you.

-"Yeah, no matter what you do, you're still imperial scum"

You're not prepared for those words to affect you so much. You're supposed to have a response, but nothing coherent seems to come out of your mouth, so you settle for an an uncomfortable silence.

It doesn't last for long, however, as his comlink goes off. It's his droid, asking - no, demanding - that he go help him with repairs on the ship. He hesitates, looking at you and contemplating how bad it would be to leave you unnatended in the company of his defenseless master.

-"Dont worry."- You reassure him. -"I won't make his situation worse. Maul is the worse you can get, and I refuse to step that low"

You can see he doesnt like it, but leaves for a few moments before returning with what must be the droid that talked to him before. It was a C1 series unit with an orange top and a bratty atitude, you could tell that much by just seeing him interact with the jedi.

-"Chopper will stay here, just in case"

-"I understand. It's fine."

-"I wasn't asking if you were fine with it. Behave" - you can't be sure if his command is directed at you or the droid, but you weren't about to ask.

The coldness he now had to his voice was understandable - you had worked to get him to that emotional state - ,but you felt hurt at the change. The droid didn't do much to help you think clearly about what just happened, and by the look of it, your frustration would only grow bigger in the many hours it would still take to repair the ship to a normal flying condition.

'He thinks i'm imperial scum, huh?' - you think as you scour a pile of your belongings with the force, not too far away inside the cave.

Bad news, your lightsaber really wasn't there.

Good news, your wrist comm was.

'i'll show him imperial scum'

With a plan forming in mind, all you had to do now was be patient and wait for the right time. There's no exchange of words between the two of you when he gets back, which makes time fly by before he's betrayed by exaution and finally gives in to sleep. You take care of the droid easily after that.

Activating the tracking beacon, you start to leave the cave, but not before noticing the boy's lightsaber beside him. It was a bold move, he could easily wake up if you took it, but you knew that if he woke up to see you gone you'd need it to compensate for your injuries.

You were still on opposing sides, after all.

You knew there had to be an imperial ship near the planet, and they would pick up your signal in an instant when you called. Wallking to a less dense area of the forest, away from the crash site, you're proven right when, in a matter of minutes, a shuttle tripulated by four troopers and a senior lieutenant meet you on the ground.

-"and what of the jedi?" - the higher ranking woman asks when you finish your brief description of the events that led you there.

Well, not all events. You'd left out the part where Bridger had helped you recover.

You could just tell them to take the two jedi for excecution. You were supposed to do it, in fact.

-"it's just me. And the younger one's lightsaber" - you finally answer, not exactly knowing why you'd deliberately just saved them.

She nods curtly and escorts you back to the ship without a second glance. It was a good story so far, but you would have to work on it if your superiors were to believe it.

-"Wait- " - you start, second-guessing your motives for not giving away their location. One of the troopers turns to you expectantly.

-"yes, sir?"

You hesitate for a moment, ready to do what you'd beeen taught to do your whle life. Kill the jedi.

Kill the jedi.

A tingling crept up your sides, where the padawan had touched earlier to give you support. You try to betray the gut feeling pressing you to do your duty as an inquisitor, but it's stronger than you. Something is forcing your better judgement to be leaving your natural enemies alive.

-"nothing." - the tingle goes away as soon as it had come, leaving an unusual feeling of relief. - "Thought i'd sensed something. Let's leave"

'Perhaps it's for the best'. - you think as the shuttle's door closes. After all, you did owe him one for saving your life - whatever his reason was for doing so.

That was what you told yourself as you boarded the ship, at least. Now, the next time you saw him, there would be nothing to stop you from finishing him and his friends for good.

Hope you like it? I gave him a 'hands on hips' moment in honour of your videos for a more personalized touch hahahaha

#ezra bridger fic #ezra bridger #ezra bridger imagine #ezra bridger x reader #ezra bridger x you #ezra bridger x y/n #inquisitor!reader

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rexcoatlarchive · 3 years

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Twisted Fate

Alarms were going off in Novum Chaldea's control room! It was an emergency! The three masters along with Mash and Quetz came into the control room to learn what had happened.

Rex: what happened?

Rikko: yeah, what's with the alarms?

Da Vinci: a new singularity has been detected.

Rikka: what?!

Da Vinci: yes, we had detected it earlier but it seemed so minor that we figured it would solve itself.

Holmes: but that's no longer the case. It's grown since then and now it's nearly as bad as the singularities from the incineration of humanity.

Rex: holy crap!

Sion: so we're sending you lot to go fix this just like before. Thankfully unlike those singularities this one's localized to one large portion so it should be relatively straightforward once you get there.

Rikko: where is the singularity?

Da Vinci: it's actually in Orleans again.

Rex: huh, that's interesting.

Da Vinci: anyways get ready to go you three, we need to fix this as soon as possible!

All 3 masters: on it!

The 5 of them find themselves in the French countryside once again

Mash: it seems we managed to get here smoothly this time.

Da Vinci, over comms: we've sent far enough away as to not get caught up in whatever's happening but close enough so you can get their quickly.

Rex: thanks Da Vinci.

The group heads into the city, where the disturbance is coming from and see a very unexpected sight.

Quetz: it's one of those giant ghost enemies.

Rex: this one's different... but familiar.

Rikka: wait a minute! Isn't that how Ereshkigal looked in Kur?

Rikko: that's right!

Berserk Eresh: Raaaaahhh!!!

The giant ghost is seen whipping up a wind storm that terrorizes the city and is wielding a huge spear.

Rex: why is she so angry?

Mash: senpai look!

Rex looks right underneath the raging Goddess and sees a human. A woman with brown hair tied in a braid, she seemed unconscious and bleeding.

Quetz: maybe that's the source of her anger?

Rex: it's possible.

Rikka: wait a minute! She's wearing a mystic code!

Rikko: huh?

Rex: you're right! But how?

Quetz: mi amor I don't think now's the time to question that!

As she says this the berserking goddess sees the group

Berserk Eresh: STAY AWAY FROM HER!!!!

As she says this she swings her spear at the group, they manage to dodge but it was very close.

Rex: fucking hell!

Mash: we gotta stop her! She's too angry!

Eventually the goddess lifts up her spear readying a big attack!

KUR KI GAL IRKALLA

MOLD CAMELOT

Mash manages to put up the walls of the false Camelot to protect them from the goddesse's attack.

Rex: ok that was a lot! Quetz! Give her a taste of her own medicine!

Quetz: si!

After that Quetzalcoatl engulfs herself in huge flames, eventually creating a huge serpent shape to attack the other goddess.

XIUHCOATL

The attack weakens the huge ghost who then returns to her more humanoid form, lying on the ground next to the human woman she seemed to be protecting. Thankfully it seems she took the whole of the attack and the human was left unharmed.

Rex: now we can investigate this person.

The group go up to the unconscious woman. Rex reaching his hand out only for the weakened goddess to grab his arm.

Eresh, weakly: dont... hurt... her...

Rex: we won't

Rikko: we want to help.

The group sees that there's a large glowing spike stabbed into the girl's back.

Rex: what the hell...?

Rikka: it might be magical?

Rikko: then we'll probably need a Caster.

As such they summon Merlin to help out.

Merlin: very interesting!

Rikka: what is it?

Merlin: this stone is not only slowly killing this woman but it's also what's turning Ereshkigal so berserk.

Rikko: well can you get rid of it?

Merlin: I can negate the spell, but you'll need a medical professional to help remove the actual spike.

As he says this he uses a spell to disable the glow from the stone, already the fallen goddess seems more calm.

Merlin: well there's the spell deactivated!

Rex: thanks again!

They then summon Nightingale, who helps remove the spike and repair the wound.

Nightingale: she's still weak, It'll be some time before she's better.

Rikko: well that's good to hear.

Rikka: Da Vinci? Is everything good?

Da Vinci: well the singularity is back to the weakened form we originally sensed. It might've been this woman originally.

Rex: well what should we do now?

Sion: if she's the source of the singularity we should just wait until she wakes up and talk to her.

After a while the girl finally awakens.

Rex: hey there! How ya doing?

???: ...I'm kinda hurt. Who are you?

Rex: you can call me Rex and these are the twins: Rikko, and Rikka. And you're name?

???: Faye...

Quetz: Faye, where did you come from?

Faye stands up properly, now seeming to feel better.

Faye: novum chaldea, in the wandering sea.

The 5 of them: Huh!?

Ereshkigal is finally back to her normal self and is excited to see Faye seeming to get better.

Eresh: Faye! Thank goodness, I was so worried!

Faye: everything's OK my goddess, they helped me!

Eresh turns back to the group.

Eresh: I'm so sorry about my behavior, I don't know what got into me.

Rex: it's alright, it was the magical stone.

Rikko: do you have any idea who hit you with this?

Faye: before I was knocked out we encountered Koyanskaya. We tried to fight her but she managed to stick that thing into me. After that... I was put.

Eventually Faye's comms start up

Da Vinci?: Faye! Finally we're able to communicate again! Are you alright?

Faye: yeah... thanks to these guys.

Rex: huh...

Eventually Rex's comms start up

Da Vinci: what is going on? Why is there another master of Chaldea talking to another me?

Sion: must be another dimension, just like how Musashi is just able to warp dimensions randomly.

Other Sion: oh my! Another me! That's amazing!

Rex: ok, but can we focus for a sec, it seems at least one version of Koyabitch is out there to deal with

Other Sion: actually not really, right before we lost communications we saw that she had left already, confident that she ended Faye, it seems tho that she was wrong.

Rex: oh... cool.

Quetz: that's great to hear, so now what?

Sion: well since there's no worry about singularities anymore you guys can rest up if you want.

Faye: sounds nice.

Rex: yeah

For a long time, the group talks to each other, comparing similarities and differences between their timelines. Eventually an interesting topic comes up.

Rex: so you've also met another chaldean master besides me and you?

Faye: yeah, Maya she's pretty fun. We encountered her and Abby in a similar scenario to this... minus the whole Koyabitch thing.

Rex: not that similar at that point.

Faye: yeah... so you've met another master too?

Rex: yeah, Ayako, She's a nice artist but also likes to keep to herself. That's fine tho since I'm much the sake.

Faye: cool, actually now that I think about it... I think I've heard of you before from Maya

Rex: huh? How?

Maya: yeah yeah yeah, she said something about you swapping servants with another master called Kiryu swapped. Like how I swapped with Maya.

Rex: ...I don't remember swapping with anyone.

Faye: really? Could've sworn she mentioned that... maybe I misremebered.

Rikko: thanks goodness, they haven't, I'd rather not think about his reaction to losing Quetz.

Rex: ...

Faye: well regardless it's still nice to meet you guys. Maybe our Da Vincis can work to connect our comms and we can communicate with each other.

Sion: already done!

Faye: huh?

Rex: well we already had ways to talk with Ayako so she probably used that as basis.

Faye: that's cool!

As the masters talk, their servants talk aswell.

Quetz: so this Maya has been giving you advice? That's nice

Eresh: yup, her and Kama's advice has been helpful. When I actually build up the confidence to do anything with it.

Quetz: oh... Kama

Eresh: is something wrong?

Quetz: I'm not on the greatest terms with her...

Eresh: really? Why?

Quetz: oh I dunno, might be her constantly trying to seduce my husband right in front of me, so much so that in one day she managed to be more annoying then BB and Kiara combined!

Eresh: wait... how did you avoid being absorbed into the Ooku?

Quetz: Sion says it might be me and master's contract. He didn't use Chaldea to summon me but a traditional summoning circle.

Eresh: he can handle that!?

Quetz: his circuits are... scarily good according to the staff at chaldea. He knows very little but has tremendous potential.

Eresh: amazing!

Eventually the groups finished resting and decide to leave finally.

Rex: it was nice to meet you Faye

Faye: same here Rex! Talk to you surprisingly soon!

Rex: seeya!

Later

Rex, talking on a communicator: so I actually managed to talk to another master Ayako! It was crazy!

Ayako: damn, another one huh? You think there's something to all this?

Rex: ...maybe... hey wait where are you? I thought I heard water or something?

Ayako: I'm at a beach in the simulator, Count insisted I needed to relax so here we are.

Rex: anything to see Dantes in his beach clothes huh?

Ayako: ...don't act like you're not the same with Quetz and her little super suit.

Rex: ...touche. anyways, Sion managed to figure out a way for me to communicate with Faye, hopefully I can introduce you to her soon.

Ayako: sounds nice, anyways I gotta go, seeya.

Rex: bye!

A/N: lil crossover with Rex and Faye, with others being mentioned and Ayako cameo. Name is a twist on the Faye/Maya crossover name. Hopefully you guys liked it.

#fate grand order #quetzalcoatl #wife #rex #mastersona #rexcoatl #gudas #faye #ereshkigal #fayeresh #ayako

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 4 years

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Love Isn’t Always On Time Part Thirty Seven

Previous Part | Next Part | Masterlist Notes: Not Beta-Read. Also if you’ve asked to be added to the tag lis and I haven’t, I’m sorry! This is my sideblog and I can’t reply to messages without it being my main (if that makes sense) so just shoot me either an IM or a message on my inbox and I’ll add you I hope everyone’s doing well :) Warnings: Some cursing? Summary: Call me old-fashioned, but I thought three people standing at a bar, all wearing sunglasses and baseball caps may stand out a little.

The twenty minutes that had followed the broadcast had been status quo for the last two years of my life, and had been the modus operandi in my time with the Howlies - “Grab your shit, we need to be out of here in twenty.” New mission, new parameters. But there were new lines now that we were in danger of crossing. Any actions that we took to go after Bucky wouldn’t be sanctioned by General Ross, by the UN; everyone would be watching us way more closely now.

Steve was tracking down what he could on recon when it came to Bucky; Sharon had promised to feed back what she could without suspicion and while keeping her head above water with the investigation. The image of Bucky was everywhere - a collar pulled up around his neck, a black cap fitted over his head, but he looked directly at the camera.

Sam and I were waiting at a coffee bar as Steve made contact with Natasha; the bombing was on every single channel, everyone around us was talking about it. I kept my head down as much as I could, feeling conspicuous even in black baseball cap and sunglasses. Call me old-fashioned, but I thought three people standing at a bar, all wearing sunglasses and baseball caps may stand out a little. “Something is off about this,” Sam grumbled, “After all of the trouble he’s gone through the keep his head down for the past couple of years, there’s no way he’d slip up just to attack the Accords and then get caught out like that.” “Unless some HYDRA asshole got to him and he’s been reactivated,” I offered quietly, “Or it’s not him at all. Remember that mask ‘Tasha had when we were in D.C.? He could be framed. And he’s already been forced to do so much, wouldn’t be implausible that he’s been made to do something else.” We quieted down as Steve came back in; I could tell from the tightness in his jaw that the conversation with Natasha didn’t go the way he wanted it. “She tell you to stay out of it?” Sam asked. When Steve didn’t answer, he tacked on, “Might have a point.” "He’d do it for me,” Steve pointed out. “In 1945, maybe. I just want to make sure we considered all our options. The people that shoot at you usually wind up shooting at me. And this one hasn’t spent that much time since she splashed back down in the 2000s,” Sam tacked on, nodding in my direction. Steve caught my eye over the top of his sunglasses, and I averted my eyes. “If you have reservations about this, Wilson, have them, but don’t drag me into that,” I argued softly. Sam grunted in turn, quieting down as Sharon settled in beside Steve. “Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter soldier goes to their gym. Most of it's noise. Except for this. My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now...so that's all the head start you're gonna get,” She relayed, passing Steve a file. “Thank you,” He mumbled. “And you're gonna have to hurry,” Sharon warned. My blood ran cold when she added, “We have orders to shoot on sight.”

“I don’t like this,” I said quietly, glancing up at the building. Sam was stationed on the roof, and I was keeping to the alleyway of the building, waiting on a rented motorcycle that Steve and I had driven over on. Steve looked at the cowl in his hands. We didn’t have the time to contemplate, but I couldn’t shake the feeling in my gut. “Stay out here, keep to the comms, fall back unless I tell you,” he repeated. I pursed my lips and give him a tight nod, averting my eyes to the street. Steve cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “It’s safest this way,” He reminded me gently. “I know,” I mumbled, “Just... Go, and be careful.” Steve pressed a kiss to my forehead before he fitted his cowl on, buckling it and heading inside. I watched the door shut behind him before I looked up to the roof at where Sam was peering down at us. I gave him a wave, signalling that Steve had gone inside. “... I’ve got German special forces approaching from the South,” Sam warned. I grimaced, leg shaking impatiently. “Come on, Steve,” I mumbled, waiting for him to open the comm, to give the all clear to come up, something. I didn’t get that. What I got instead was the sound of gunfire, yelling. I kept my eyes on the sky, waiting for a signal from Sam or a call from Steve. What I did see was Bucky jump from one roof to another, then another person jump after him. I brought my hand up to my ear. “Sam, what the hell is that?” “It looks like a cat man!” Sam yelled back. “A fuckin’ what?” I asked, unable to help a delirious laugh. “They’re heading for the sidewalk,” Sam warned in place of another answer, “Southwest corner!” I started my bike up, pulling my helmet on and pulling the visor down as I sped in the direction Sam mentioned. I could see them - there was Bucky, Steve, and another figure running at an unreal speed. “They’re heading for the underpass,” I groaned, picking up speed. I wasn’t sure what was worse at this point - Bucky jumping carelessly into oncoming traffic, the unidentified CatMan chasing him, or the fact that we still had German Special Forces on our tail. Even in my time in the 40s, even the recon mission in Roessel hadn’t presented me with so many opportunities to die on the spot. German Special Forces had largely paid me no mind, and I used that to my advantage, focusing my energy on defensive driving, diverting other vehicles from the chase, offering Steve and Sam space and cover where I could. I managed to follow Steve’s order, hanging back until Sam flicked the CatMan toward a detonation and fell back onto my bike to keep the both of us from getting caught under the fall of rubble that Bucky had set off. I would’ve taken a harder fall if it hadn’t been for Sam’s wings. I pushed off of the ground, hurrying out of the artificial light with Sam and spotting Steve and Bucky where they’d finally come to a stop with War Machine. “Stand down,” Rhodey warned from behind the visor. Sam and I brought our hands up, crowding closer to the others as German Special Forces closed us in. Bucky and Steve turned their heads to see who else he could possibly be addressing; I saw recognition wash over Bucky’s face in a quick, painful wave before he turned back to the matter at hand.

I would’ve moved closer, but there was Sam’s hand on my shoulder, carefully anchoring me in place to stop me from doing something stupid, like breaking into a run when there were god knows how many guns pointed at us. Part of me didn’t care. Bucky was here, he was in one piece, he saw me and he knew exactly who I was. But I also wasn’t the only one in the line of fire, and one stupid word or step out of line could spell even worse consequences for all of us. I cast Sam a pleading look despite this, and he gave me a small shake of his head. I kept carefully quiet as I watched soldiers shove Bucky to the ground and cuff him. Across from them, CatMan retracted his claws, reached up, and pulled off his helmet. My eyes widened at the sight of Prince T‘Challa. It took everything in me not to fight the cuffs being put on me, not to argue as I was strong-armed toward a vehicle with Sam and Steve and Prince T’Challa. “Shouldn’t he be getting a limo?” Sam muttered as we were nudged into a van. I shot him a look, fighting the smile that pulled at my lips. We were fucked, and we knew it. The Accords had been signed, we were way out of jurisdiction; we had gone essentially gone rogue. The ride was fairly quiet. Until, “So, you like cats?”

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tendoki · 4 years

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pulling up with a baby with tendou bc of the quarantine and how the team would react pls 🥺 i feel like coach washijo would be happy and would try to convince yall to let the bby go to shiratorizawa 🤣

anon ive been having the worst day but this request made me lose my shit thank u so much GOOD LORD LMFAOO

I did my best to do this request JUSTICE lol. it turned into general baby havin hcs but I hope you like it regardless!! its rlly long so my bad 🥺

Shiratorizawa reacting to Tendou + his s/o leaving lockdown w a mfin BABY

OK. so he was prob at your apartment when the lockdown was announced

so since all his shit was already there, he had clothes and a toothbrush n it was just generally more convenient for him to stay at your place

he did! he messaged his mom to let her know where hed be, she Didnt Mind lol (we dont know much ab tendous family so?? aah)

now. not saying yall spent all ur time fucking. but u 100% did

and since u ran out of birth control and condoms pretty soon into quarentine......... 👀

both of u sorta just went

FUCK IT

both of you were pretty in love anyway, and even if things didnt work out, you guys figured that youd always work together to be the best parents for the kid you could possibly be

which led to were ur at now. a measly week out of quarantine. n ur being rushed to the labour ward.

tendou is RUNNING AFTER U W HIS LONG ASS LEGS

shiratorizawa closed for the rest of the academic year, which meant that as a 3rd year, you guys and a lot of the team wouldnt see eachother in uniform again

but not to worry!! to make up for the missed celebrations theyve organised a prom and a couple days where 3rd years can come in and give proper goodbyes to everyone, including the coaches!!

everyone on the team showed up, because they wanted to say bye to their senpais 🥺🥺

but. that's like 3 months from ur labour

so when u n tendou pull up to the school, with a 3month old CHILD they r. astounded.

they know its u guys' tho

literally theres not even the possibility for a JOKE that u cheated on tendou because the kid has the same fucking hair.

it's only a little tuft (u know what anime babies look like lol) but that nose n that hair? TENDOU SATORIS GENES CAME THRU

the baby has ur eyes. and compared to the rest of its tiny little face?? they're fucking HUGE

you guys let ushijima hold him (I feel like youd have a son?) and ngl ushi cries.

it's a single tear but tendou will INSIST that waka was SOBBING years afterward

everyone is so attached to the kid sorry

USHIJIMA IS THE GODFATHER LMAO DID U EXPECT ANYTHING ELSE???

the baby is so attached to semi tho!!! the second semi reaches forward to hold the kid and poke at its fat lil cheeks, hes giggling and blubbering up at his uncle semi 🥺

JWJDJD GOSHIKI FREEZES WHEN YOU OFFER HIM TO HOLD THE KID. HE JUST GOES PALE AND FREEZES UP

REON IS SO GOOD WITH THE BABY

he offers to help you guys go shopping for more baby stuff 🥺🥺 and when his mom finds out ab the kid (team sleepovers were at reons house n u were ALWAYS invited so she LOVES U sorry I make the rules)

she gives u some of reons old baby clothes!!! n ur LOSING ur mind because WDYM THIS TALL MFER WAS ONCE LIKE A FOOT TALL AND WEARING A BLUE BEAR ONESIE???

she doesnt judge u for being a young mother!! I imagine she was too?? Reon is real respectful n I'll be damned if she isnt just as sweet

the coaches are already on your ass about toddler volleyball. they call up a couple friends and have already organized a group for teaching young Young YOUNG kids how to play despite ur son being. 3 months old.

the whole team is Maybe in love with your son

sorry. it's our son now. shiratorizawa owns ur kid :/

when shirabu is holding your boy. the whole team watches as semi get jealous????? over a kid that's NOT his???

hes petty and tells him that hes holding him wrong (hes not)

washijo is obsessed with ur baby. hes so proud of tendou. insisting that ur son being 'the size of a FAT volleyball' is a great sign for his skills in the court

the whole team. is offering money. they know u 2 are JUST out of highschool and with quarentine, are probably pretty low on cash??

BUT !! I 100% hc that tendou draws!! nd hes been doing a shit load of commissions for like. years LOL

n hes always saved that money!! he only spent it on shounen jump, which dont make too much of a dent in the money pile lol

besides he took emergency comms the second you guys found out ab the pregnancy

if you draw/write/do any work from home that's gets you money, then you do that too!!

he forces u to do less work than him tho because hes WORRIED AB U N THE BABY 🥺

but you guys appreciate the offers from your friends!!! Reon and Ushi's mom both volunteer to baby sit when you guys want a date night, thus ur child creating one hell of a friendship between the ex-captain and his vice's mothers 🥺

I'm not gonna go thru ALL the team members reactions

but they're all really happy!! ofc they scold tendou for not using protection and are MAJORLY GROSSED OUT KNOWING THAT THE TWO OF U HAVE INDEED HAD SEX

even tho the fact that satori is a Horny boy should be universal knowledge by now

the team is there for you guys while the baby grows up!! the second the kid can walk ushi is kneeling down and teaching him to spike

tendou is just as bad and insists that his son is a prodigy and should be a pro volleyball player already

LISTEN

TENDOUS SHIRATORIZAWA NUMBER??? HIS JERSEY

U GUYS GET A TINY VERSION OF THAT MADE

EVEN OF HE ISNT DOING VOLLEYBALL ANYMORE THIS MAN IS SO PROUD TO SEE HIS NUMBER ON HIS BOY 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

ur son is a mamas boy n it breaks tendous heart ngl

u make up for it by having a daughter a year or two down the line 😳 n shes OBSESSED with her dad it's cute but also BABY ur 4 please stop sleeping in mommy n daddies bed 🥺🥺🥺

also ur sons first words

oh boy

u can tell that the whole fuckin team has been teaching ur son volleyball stuff

u came home n ur son is sat in the living room SURROUNDED by ur (other) boys

ur (main) boy starts blubbing and bouncing at the sight of his mama 🥺 (or dada/other parent if ur an afab trans person!!!)

you tell off the team for tryna get ur baby into vball when hes barely 6months at this point

but before the boys all leave 🥺🥺 ur son grabs his favourite uncle semi and just goes

'sehtah!!!' (setter)

SEMI BREAKS DOWN CRYIBG LMAOOO

ngl tendou n u r kinda pissed that ur babies first words werent mama or dada. but then u see how happy semi is n u both just 🥺

semi is soft for your son and as the kid grows up hes still attached to him

he cant get away with being a brat though, boys got a whole mfing TEAM of dads/uncles PLUS grampy Washijo are ready to scold this boy

your son (and future daughter) are both SO loved though

theyve always got SOMEONE they know they can depend on

the team loves tendou and they love u, so OFC they ADORE any kids u guys have EVER.

they stay in contact with both of you even if you split up later on, they care enough about you guys that the y/n tendou powercouple is something every new generation of shiratorizawa volleyboys are taught about and introduced to

and YES ANON. WASHIJO DOES INSIST ON YOUR KID(S) GOIN SHIRATORIZAWA

they're guaranteed a spot!! they dont even have to work for it lmfaooo

mostly because coach threatens to leave the school and work with karasuno if they dont confirm them a place

it's an empty threat but it WORKS

the worldwide lockdown of 2020 is something you and tendou remember fondly forever 🥺

even if it was in bad circumstances the two of you made something so positive

this turned into general baby hcs with tendou MY BAD LOL IM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN AND ALSO CONSTANTLY GOING THRU BABY FEVER

#tendou satori #tendou satori x reader #tendou satori fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #yeah i love kids so much #long post

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damn-stark · 4 years

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Blinded Ch.16

A/N- it’s a long one :) I hope you guys like this because I know I’m proud of this chapter!! So I do hope you guys like this :) also I did have to move the timeline for this chapter to work out. You guys will know when you read it but beside that nothing else changed.

Warning- ANGST, violence, fluff ;)

Pairing- Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

Takes place during- The force awakens

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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The rest of the battle passed like a blur, nothing had felt real, blowing up the oscillator didn’t feel real but it was. You heard pilots through the comms shout in excitement, congratulate Poe for his success on being the one to blow it up, but you...you had been silent for the rest of the battle and you didn’t mind it until the silence was loud and felt too alone.

As you land safely on the ground of D’Qar you took off your helmet and noticed your hands were shaking uncontrollably. You let out a loud exhale before setting your helmet on your lap and took a look out the cockpit window of your TIE-fighter, as much as you want to you can’t seem to bring yourself off your TIE. You try to reach for your handle to lift the cockpit door but your hands are still shaking, so instead you curl them into tight fists to avoid seeing your trembling hands.

You scan the area outside and notice everyone was happy and celebrating. Time seemed to slow down again, everything felt out of place, nothing felt real until you felt tears flow down your cheeks; every emotion crashing within you. Your head falls back into the head rest while you run your hands through your hair.

He’s gone and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

All you knew now was that you needed to stop crying, you weren’t alone and this was supposed to be a happy time for everyone, this was a big win for everyone and you couldn’t let them worry about you, especially Poe...especially after the success he just had. So instead you take a shaky deep breath and wipe your tears away.

When you finally manage to hop out of your TIE you spot Poe already making his way to you, with a big happy grin. A grin that any other day would have made you as happy as him, that would have made your heart flutter but all you could do now was manage a smile that didn’t reach your eyes but it was a smile to disguise your feelings.

“You did it!” You say as you throw your arms around his neck and bring him in for a tight hug, a hug that hid your face and it’s true emotions.

He laughed before tightening his grip around your waist. “We did it.” He corrected you as he pulled away far enough to meet your eyes. You quickly close the small gap with a kiss one he returns with more passion. He still didn’t have a clue to what had happened and you wanted to keep it that way, but you knew that he was eventually going to find out and as he pulled away you hoped it wasn’t as soon. Because you knew with one question or with one certain look you would be a mess again.

He looked at you with the same smile, and you still had managed to keep yours. “Come on lets go.” You urged as you grabbed his hand to pull him away but he quickly pulled you back to him.

“Wait, hold up.”

You swallowed thickly, trying to avoid meeting his eyes, but he had caught on that something was off about you so with his knuckle his tilted your chin up so you could meet his gaze. His smile slowly faded away as he read your face and noticed how red, puffy and sad your eyes seemed to be. His face seconds later twisted into one of worry. “What’s wrong?”

Your smile completely disappeared at his question and your ability to contain your tears failed. Your lip begins to tremble and your eyes begin to flood with tears. “It’s-it’s my dad, Poe. He’s- he’s gone.” You stutter your voice breaking as tears flow down. Poe wastes no time as one of his hands move to the back of your neck and the other one around your waist to pull you close to him once again.

His embrace around you is tight and firm, reassuring you in every way. One of your hands is behind his head and the other one tightly around his shoulders as if almost afraid he’ll disappear too. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, tears damping that part of his jumpsuit but he didn’t care all he cared about was you. “I’m sorry...this is supposed to be your moment.” You muffle but he just softly rubs circles at the side of your neck with his thumb and gently places a kiss at the side of your head.

“No no don’t apologize. I don’t care about that, baby. All I care about right now is you, okay?”

“Thank you.” You say softly in return making him once again kiss the side of your head. The embrace lasted a moment longer until you managed to move your head and rest your chin on top of his shoulder to only see your mother in the distance turn to face you. Poe and you pull apart and you wipe the tears from your cheeks and walk over to her to once again met in a tight and reassuring embrace.

This interaction was a silent one, both taking in the presence of one another and bringing each other comfort. As much as you try to hold it in again, you fail and your tears still flow down. “I’m so so sorry.” You whisper but she pulls apart to have one hand caress your cheek.

“Don’t be.” She reassures you before hugging you again. Seconds later you both are wrapped up in a tighter embrace by none other then Chewie. You can’t help and let out a sad laugh at the interaction knowing well that if your father were here to see this he would joke about the embrace.

I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, dad.

“How did it happen?” You question Rey as you look down at Finn who was in a coma ever since returning from starkiller base.

“It was..Kylo Ren.” She said making sure to say his name louder and with more hatred. She paused and you saw her eyes search your own as if trying to say something but instead she looked down at Finn. “Kylo threw me using the force, getting me unconscious and Finn out of anger decided to fight him with...this lightsaber.” She continued as she took out a all to familiar lightsaber. Your eyes flickered from Finn to the lightsaber extended to you. You took it and examined it carefully before igniting it revealing the blue blade. You smile slightly before deactivating it and handing it back to her. She hesitated to take it from your hand but you shot her a more reassuring smile.

“It’s yours.”

“Are you sure?” She questions making you let out a huff that was meant as a laugh.

“I dont need three plus I have a feeling you’re going to need it.” She smiles as she finally takes it from you.

You look back down at Finn and took a seat next to his bed before taking his hand in yours. “I’m sorry he did this to you. I really am.” You whisper to him in a sadder tone. Once again your brother had hurt someone else you cared for. Even if you had just met Finn, you grew to be quick friends, it felt weird but at the same time it felt right.

“You’ll be okay, my friend.” You felt Rey’s eyes on you as you spoke silently to Finn. You heard her mouth open to say something but she was interrupted by Poe.

“Y/N, they completed it. They completed the map to Luke Skywalker.”

The map came to life as BB8 put in the last piece like a puzzle, showing a hidden system to the most known man in the galaxy.

“Luke.” Your mother uttered as she looked at the map with hope and happiness.

You were glad that she had this opportunity, had gotten this happiness after what happened and you wanted to share that happiness but you couldn’t. You couldn’t share everyone’s happiness and hope for Luke Skywalker as much as you did try. All you felt was nervous, slight anger and more sadness at the sound of his name.

“Are you going to go find him?” Poe’s question broke you away from your thoughts to face him.

“What?”

“Are you going to go find him?” He repeated.

You looked back briefly at the map before meeting his gaze again. You opened your mouth slightly to respond but found yourself troubled by the answer. Was it something you wanted? To find a man you haven’t seen in years? A man that tried to kill your brother?...and...maybe tried to kill you? Your mother most likely would want you to go and you immediately knew Rey was going to go, their was no thought about that, but you?

“I don’t know.” You responded softly making him take your hand in his.

“You still have time to think about it, don’t worry about it.” He assured you making you smile softly. “Are you going to go to tonight’s celebration?”

“How could I miss it? A celebration for the destruction of Star killer base and to celebrate the man who helped destroy it.” You told him sounding more like yourself. He chuckled making you smile wider.

“It was a team effort and I’m just saying to let you know that you don’t have to go...I understand how you feel and if it’s all too much I understand.”

Your smile slowly begins to fade at the memory but you quickly recooprate and cup his cheek. “Wouldn’t miss it. Like I said to celebrate the man who destroyed star killer base.”

He chuckled but you knew he was hiding his cocky grin behind that laugh. “I told you it was a team effort.”

“Did you ever guess you would end up here?” You asked Rey as you watched her look at everything even the smallest things with so much astonishment, just how younglings view sweets. It’s something admirable about her, even if her past wasn’t the best she still viewed everything with so much optimism.

“No.” She answered simply turning to you for a second before looking back at all the people celebrating not far from where you were sitting. “Did you?”

“No.” You answered honestly making her look at you again as if not believing your answer. You met her eyes, smiling slighting at her reaction. “When I was young I never thought I would end up being anything but a Jedi...and when I became Hale Ren I....I never saw a future for myself but I know I definitely didn’t think I was going to end up here.” you continued not believing you would open up to her the way you did but then again you felt like you could trust her.

“I’m sorry you lost your father.” She said quietly with sadness hidden behind her tone. You sighed deeply, looking away from her and to the ground as you felt your eyes water.

“I’m sorry you lost him too...BB8 told me how close you two got...he was a great man...he wouldn’t have disappointed you.” You tried so hard to stop the tears from trickling down but you failed letting them drop to the grass below your feet. You looked up to Rey and saw as her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“Kylo Ren told me the opposite.”

You sighed deeply before shaking your head in disapproval. “Kylo Ren told you that, not Ben Solo.. Ben loved our dad, we both did.” The words were spoken softly as memories began to run through your head. You quickly tried to clear your mind from those memories because you knew if you let them play in your head you would be unable to control your emotions. You saw how Rey parted her lips to say something but instead closed her mouth choosing to remain silent.

“BB8 told me you can use the force, I mean I sensed it when we first met but I let him tell me.” You said to her changing the subject. She smiled slightly at the mention of BB8 before her smile vanished and her face went serious again.

“It’s weird, what I feel..I never felt it before it was like something in me woke up.” She paused her eyes flickering over to you before turning away. “It happened when I touched the lightsaber and when I did, I saw a lot of things...I also saw you, you were dressed like how you are now, in white, you had your hood up covering your face, but the light of the white lightsaber in your hand illuminated what was hidden, your metal hand was extended to help me up and in that instant I felt like I could trust you even if I had never met you..and when I did see you, really saw you I felt the same way but I also felt something else, it was weird, I felt”

“Connected.” You two said simultaneously. You both then met each others gaze, both sharing the same small smile.

“The force works in mysterious ways..it will all make sense soon.”

“I know what I have to do but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it....will you help me?”

“Yes. Anything.”

Kylo’s eyes just glistened with tears that threatened to fall. He dropped the helmet that was in his hand, making it drop with a loud bang before he removed the the lightsaber from his hilt. He held it in his hands before offering it to Han.

Han looked down at the lightsaber and reached to grab it. The natural light of the sun completely disappeared, the red lights only illuminating Kylo’s face in a menacing way.

Without looking down, Kylo held onto the lightsaber struggling to let it go to Han. Han wanted to take it but Kylo only held on tighter and tighter until he turned it slightly and activated it, immediately impaling Han.

“NO!”

The lightsaber crackled and Kylo impaled the blade deeper into Han. Han then reached and cupped Kylo’s cheek, caressing it before Kylo deactivated it, letting Han fall into the dark abyss.

You immediately jump awake , sweat dripping down your forehead, thick tears streaming down your face. Every instinct in you wanted to yell out after the horror you had seen, the nightmare you had seen but it was like your mouth had gone dry, every word got stuck at the back of your throat, only letting out a low whimper.

No no no no no. It can’t be true. He didn’t kill dad. No. Don’t let it be true.

“Please don’t let it be true.” You whisper as you let your head drop to your hands. You close your eyes to try and ease your mind but when you do you see it again, you hear it. You hear the lightsaber activating, you see it going into your father....you see...your brother killing him. So instead you open your eyes unable to see anymore of it.

You don’t want it to be true, you wish on everything to not let it be true, to not let the fact that your own twin brother had killed your father; But everything inside you, every feeling knows it true. Their was no other way, he wouldn’t have died any other way. No one had told you before but you didn’t need them to. Not anymore. You knew the truth they hid. Your twin brother killed your father.

You exhale deeply before moving to sit at the edge of the bed, letting your head rest on your hands once again. Your chest was heaving up and down heavily, you had thought you would be able to calm down but that’s when you begin to feel it. You begin to feel the all too familiar feeling of blinding raging, anger begins to bubble at the pit of your stomach and slowly invades every part of your body. You ran your fingers through your hair and close your eyes to try and calm yourself but it felt impossible. The sound of Kylos lightsaber igniting and impaling your father taunts you. Making it everything you hear. The anger is too familiar and you’re to scared to let it stay.

You quietly push yourself off the bed being careful not to wake up Poe who was in a deep sleep. He’s hardly slept and after the day he had he deserved at least to sleep without having him have to worry more about you. So you’re careful as you change into your clothes as you didn’t want to wake him. Once you sneak outside you let out a deep breath something you seemed to have been holding in. You make your way to where you liked to mediate. It was still dark out but the soft lights from the stars illuminated the way. When you finally made it to your spot you sat on the ground and folded your legs together. You closed your eyes and begin to mediate to let the anger flow past you. You begin to float up and everything seemed to go as it always did, good.

But this time it turned out different. You began to hear and see it once again. Every word, every movement, the expressions, emotion. You saw it all and it pained you, it angered you. An anger that you thought you wouldn’t feel ever again, an anger that you only felt while you were Hale Ren. You immediately opened your eyes and stood up and as you did you began to see violent flashes of the temple burning, Kylo hurting Poe and everything Kylo had done to hurt you, it all played in your head.

“Why would I lie to you?”

“He tried to kill me he was going to kill you too.”

“I promise I’ll never hurt you”, every word Kylo spoke sounded in your head but this time it was different you really saw the lies behind every word, you really opened your eyes.

You put your hands on either side of your head and began quickly pacing back and forth as more and more flashes and an unknown voice came to mind. A voice you didn’t question as it spoke nothing but the truth. “He Killed Alya, your father and he hurt Poe...he lied and hurt you.”

Flashes of Alya, your father, Poe getting hurt and Kylo hurting you, played in your head. It made angry tears stream down your cheeks, It made your head ache, it made you angry.

“Alya! No! No!”

“Just make it all stop.” you whispered. Poe’s screams ripped through your mind making you shut your eyes and see it vividly.

“Stop!” Darkness took over until a red blade shone making everything clear, you heard and saw your fathers death again.

“Just stop.” You quickly opened your eyes and fell on your knees. You heard every lie Kylo told, each one. All the ones about Snoke and the darkness, about your parents, Luke. You saw him when cut off your hand and cut your face.

“Just make it all STOP!” You exclaimed as you fell to the ground completely, your hands still holding your head, tears streaming down your cheeks with your whole body shaking.

“Y/N” your eyes drift to the sound of the voice. When you see your grandfather Anakin Skywalker is when you let your hands drop making you sit up.

“Let the anger you’re feeling flow past you, this anger you feel will blind you once again. Don’t fall again. What Ben did was wrong but your father wouldn’t want this for you.” You watched him carefully—part of you thinking this was another vision since you haven’t seen him in a while, but as you watched him you knew it wasn’t, he was really here.

You would have thought that every vision, every voice, lie and all the anger would disappear upon seeing the presence of your grandfather but it didn’t. It was still there, now quietly in the back of your head. Only one voice was loud, one voice you didn’t know, a voice you felt spoke the truth. “Kill him. Kill Kylo Ren and it will all stop.”

“Ben didn’t do that. Ben is dead he made it clear. Kylo Ren is not my brother. My brother is dead. I had hope for Ben, but that hope died when my father did.” You say bitterly, every word dripped with hatred, hatred you hid successfully from him.

“No Ben is not dead, he’s struggling but he is not dead. I know what you’re feeling right now, I felt it before too, but the anger will not bring anything good.” He tried to help you, bring comfort but it’s like every word he said just went through one ear and out the other.

You stood up to your full height and wiped the tears from your cheeks, your sadness disappeared and a face of determination appeared on your features.

“I won’t fall again, trust me I won’t.”

“Luke Skywalker has the truth you seek. The truth that will make everything clear.” The voice spoke.

Everything in you changes, your stance, your way of thinking, no longer holding hope for your brother. You shoved away the sadness and you let anger seep through. You weren’t going to let yourself fall again, that was true, you weren’t becoming Hale Ren. You just needed to kill the darkness once and for all. You hid every emotion from your grandfather and you made him believe you were good, that you were going to get through this.

“Find Luke, find the truth and then...KILL Kylo Ren.”

The entrance looked haunting, you tried to take one step inside but every muscle in your body froze. Suddenly it started becoming hard to breath. The sound of the lightsaber echoed in your hand, you saw your fathers face before he fell it was clear as if he were standing before you, but he was only in your head. It was a memory, a memory you weren’t even there to see in person—not like you wished to see it in person, it haunted you now, you couldn’t imagine how you would have felt if you were actually there to see it.

Instead of trying to take a step inside the Falcon you spun back on your heel and go towards your TIE Silencer to prepare it so you could head to Luke.

“You aren’t going with Rey and Chewie on the Falcon?” The sound of your mothers unexpected voice makes you jump. You shoot your head up and halt in your steps. You saw the sadness and worry behind her eyes as she made her way to you.

“No...I’m going on my ship. I can’t step inside.” You confessed.

She sighed before taking your hand in hers. “Why the sudden change of mind y/n? You said before you didn’t want to go find Luke.”

Her question made your breath hitch, something you hope she didn’t catch. Your eyes wandered all over the place to try and find the right excuse to tell her. She couldn’t know your real intentions on why you needed to find Luke.

“Because he’s the only that can help. I saw what happened. I saw my...brother kill my dad. And my uncle Luke is the only one that can help me.” You lied, your eyes flickered up to meet her own. It looked like she wanted to say a lot to you, wanted to explain everything she also felt, but it hurt her too. “Plus it’s time I finally confront him...I haven’t seen him in years it’s finally time to do it.”

She caressed your cheek before you placed a light kiss on her forehead. “I love you mom.” You said sweetly.

“I love you too y/n.”

You parted ways but before you completely disappeared from her view she called out to you making you stop and turn to her. “May the force be with you, y/n.” You shot her a sweet smile before heading to your Silencer.

You began to prepare your ship before you left, making sure that you had everything, that you had enough resources to go find Luke and then go find Kylo.

“You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye were you?” Poe’s sudden voice scared you making you jump slightly and grab your chest. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s all fine. And no I wasn’t. I was just checking my ship.” You assured him as you hopped down from the Silencer.

“So this is yours? Like yours, yours or did you steal it?” He asked as he run his hand on the body of the ship, admiring it.

“Yes it’s mine, mine. I spent hours rebuilding this ship. I only left it behind because when I was leaving the first order I was in a rush.”

“I still can beat you in a race.” He whispered making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Sure whatever you say, fly boy.” He chuckled at your comment before walking closer to you.

“Are you sure you want to go?” He questioned as he began to caress your cheek with his thumb.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll return sooner then Rey. I just need to do this, finally time to face him.” None of it was a lie, you were going to return and you were going to face him, their was just some details you were leaving out.

“You sure you’re okay? Why don’t you wait a little longer, I just don’t want to you be alone, you know after what happened.” You smile slightly at his worry before you assure him again that you were fine.

“Why don’t you tell me before I leave what you wanted to tell me before we left for starkiller base.”

He immediately shifts where he stands and let’s his hand drop from your cheek. He scratches the back of his head and seems to get nervous about something.

“Yeah...I wanted to give you something but I...” he paused shifting from leg to another.

You heard as his breathing became unsteady, his eyes shifting from you to the ground. You took a step closer to him and studied his face. “You okay?”

He inhaled deeply before he reached to grab the necklace around his neck, taking it off his neck and taking in another nervous deep breath. His eyes flickering from the ring hanging from the metal chain, to you. “I want you to wear this necklace..as a promise from me that after this war is over we’ll finally live our life together..I know this isn’t the right time to ask but whenever is it?”

You exhale deeply and feel the your eyes sting with the tears that were threatening to fall.

“I love you. And I want to spend my life with you.. I talked to your dad before, after you introduced us and I asked for his permission because I know that it was going to mean a lot to you so I did, and he surprisingly granted it. I asked your mom and she was on board before I even asked.” He lets out a chuckle making you swallow thickly while the tears slipped from your eyes. He took your hands in his and he smiled wider. A smile that always brought you comfort. A smile that brought a smile of your own. His smile was one you knew you would want to see all your life.

His eyes searched your own and you saw the softness behind them, you saw the same look he gave you on the ship when you arrived on jeskar, the same look he always seemed to have when he was with you.

“So I ask you now...do you want to spend of your life with me after this war? Build a nice home wherever you want, start a family, if you want...all I know is I want to do all of this with you, if you’ll let me of course....So will you?” Your eyes wander all over the place unable to focus on just one thing as you processed his words. He shifts again where he stands, you hear him swallow thickly and feel his grip on your hands loosen as you remained quiet only making him more nervous then he’s ever felt before. It’s not until you wrap both arms around his neck where he lets out a relived sigh.

“Yes I do want that with you. All of it...I love you so much...until every star on this damned beautiful galaxy dies, remember?”

“Until every star on his damned beautiful galaxy dies.” He repeats as he tightens his embrace around your waist.

“You had me scared for a second.” He confess making you chuckle and nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck. “I promise that the next time I put this ring on you it won’t be around your neck but on your finger. Okay?”

“Okay.” You pull away just far enough to cup his cheeks. He then puts the necklace around your neck with a bright smile on his face. “Thank you..for everything Poe. For bringing me happiness and light when I feel the darkness....Thank you.” Your smile brightness before he pulls you in for a sweet tender kiss. After a couple of minutes your lips part and he rests his forehead on yours. You both stay in a comfortable silence and it seems that your thoughts on your own made mission had changed, you felt it all to be wrong, until the voice played in your mind again. The voice that brought up your anger again. That voice that reminded you of what you needed to do.

“Seek the truth from Luke Skywalker and then kill Kylo Ren and you’ll live the life the you want.”

One knock. No answer. Two.

“Go Away!”

The sound of his voice made you go stiff. Chewbacca busted the door open making the realization that the interaction was getting closer and closer. So instead of walking ahead you take a couple steps back, wanting to turn away, run back to your ship but as soon as Rey turned back to you, you stopped.

“It’ll be okay.” She spoke, surprisingly bringing you the small assurance you needed. She motioned with head for you to go first, you hesitated but walked ahead.

Stopping at the now broken entrance you heard his breath hitch. “Y/N?”

“...Luke.”

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summahsunlight · 4 years

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We Belong the Stars, Ch. 29

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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Poe sat hunched over the controls of the Mirror Bright while it flew towards Kaddak. He couldn't stop thinking about Evelyn, the danger she was in and if they didn't get to her before the First Order. She'd disappear--Kylo Ren and Snoke would make sure of that. If only she had given him more time back on Canto Bright to think of a plan...

Kaleb pat him on the shoulder, encouragingly before sitting down in the co-pilot's seat. "Aunt Leia wants us to debrief once we pull out of hyperspace. Seems Dane and Rennick found some information for us."

"Great," Poe mumbled, rubbing his temples. "He must be dancing with glee to stick it to me for allowing Evelyn to be captured."

"I wouldn't say dancing," Kaleb replied. "Kaydel did say he was strutting around a bit more though..."

Raising his head, Poe glared at him. "Really? You're going to joke at a time like this?"

Sighing, Kaleb nodded. "Yes, because if I don't try to lighten the mood--the tension is going to choke us."

Poe closed his eyes. Kaleb had a valid point. The tension had been thick since Black Squadron had returned to D'Qar without Evelyn. "I'm sorry," he said, suddenly.

Kaleb groaned, softly. "Dameron, we've been through this--I don't blame you for what happened. Evelyn tricked you, you were left with no choice but to let her go."

"I made a promise to you--to keep her safe. I broke that promise."

"We both know it was a ridiculously hard promise to keep--she was flying in your squadron after all."

BB-8 chirped some encouraging words; Poe sighed and nodded, trying to remain hopeful. It was hard though, when they were flying towards one of the most lawless places in the galaxy. The Resistance wasn't going to give them much clout on Kaddak. Black Squadron was on stand by if Poe and Kaleb didn't report in 24 hours that they had Evelyn, but even then Poe wasn't sure his pilots would be of much help.

Kaleb's brow furrowed in concern for his friend. Poe was usually the optimistic one. Something was eating at him, and it was more than just Evelyn being caught. "You couldn't have known that Oddy was the mole. He was your friend; he was always concerned when Black Squadron was away and now that I think about it, when Evelyn was grounded, he spent a lot of time with her." Maybe we should have known...

Poe shook his head to clear his thoughts. "It's not that. Oddy was blackmailed into betraying us because Terex felt it was fine to threatening someone Oddy loved. Well, whose to say that won't happen to one of us? What if the whole reason that Evelyn was taken was so you and Leia could be blackmailed? Or me?"

"She wasn't taken to manipulate my aunt or myself or even you--she was taken to be turned into a weapon."

"Why? Because turning Ben into a mass murderer wasn't enough?"

Instantly, Poe regretted those words when he saw the anguish flash through Kaleb's blue eyes. Ben's fall to the dark side had ripped the Skywalkers and Solos apart and while most of the galaxy thought that Ben had died that night at the Temple--Poe was one of the few that knew he hadn't. He'd been on Yavin the night it happened--his father had been with him when the found an injured Kaleb and Evelyn, stumbled across Sela's body--Poe had also been present when Kaleb and Evelyn made the terrible confirmation that it had been Ben that led the uprising, Ben that had murdered their mother. Everything had crumbled after that. "I'm sorry, that was... that was insensitive..."

Kaleb smiled, sadly, and shook his head. "What? It's true, isn't it? Snoke poisoned Ben into believing that the Jedi were evil and he needed to kill every last one of us. He turned Ben into what he is now--if there's anything left of my cousin at all."

Poe glanced away, briefly. "It wasn't your fault--just like it wasn't Evelyn's or you father's. Your family needs to stop blaming themselves for the choices that Ben made."

"You sound like Lando--he said the same things to my aunt and uncle."

"Well--you have to admit we might be on to something."

BB-8 chirped that they were pulling out of hyperspace. Poe turned in his chair and effortless guided the ship towards the planet's surface. They had located a spot far outside of the city to land, away from the prying eyes of criminals. Luckily here no one really checked who was coming in and out of the system--it was essential if they wanted to keep up the illegal business. Poe put the Mirror Bright down near a cave and shut the ship down. "Let's get in touch with Dane and Rennick."

Kaleb sighed and nodded, submitting Dane's comm code. The spy appeared looking smug as usual. "I see you've managed to keep yourselves alive."

Poe resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "We just arrived."

"Ah, so there's still time for you to piss off one of the many gangs here, Dameron."

"Do you have anything for us or did you just want us to call to taunt me, Dane?"

"As fun as that would be--we actually do you have information for you."

"And?"

Dane pursed his lips, realizing that Poe wasn't in the mood to play along. "Terex runs a gang out of Kaddak. He has a compound on the planet--after you left, Oddy contacted us again, giving us security codes to enter the compound, safely."

Rennick appeared in the holo projection then. "Commander, we don't have to tell you how dangerous these men are--if you and Captain Skywalker are caught--well, it was nice knowing you."

Poe sighed and nodded, curtly. Black Squadron had been in some nasty places in the last few months, but nothing compared to the dangers he was facing here with Kaleb. But he needed to rescue Evelyn, and he needed to get her back D'Qar safely. So, if he had to go charging into a compound swarming with gang members--he was going to do it. "We'll contact you if we need anything," he sad, reaching to shut the communication done.

"Wait!" Rennick stopped him. "Remember, if we don't hear from you in twenty-four hours, we're sending Black Squadron and our best special operations forces in, got it, Commander?"

"Got it," Poe said, shutting the communication down. He glanced at Kaleb and sighed, "In case those codes don't work--any thoughts on how to break into a gang stronghold?"

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Evelyn hated waiting and she decided that she particularly hated waiting to die. Because that was the only way this was going to turn out once Terex handed her over to Hux and Kylo Ren--she wouldn't give them what they wanted--she wouldn't turn to the dark side, she couldn't tell them where her father had gone. Once they realized she was worthless to them, she had no doubt that the Supreme Leader would have her executed. And he would probably have Ben to it since he had failed the first time the night the Temple fell.

Hearing heavy footsteps near her cell, Evelyn glanced up to see Terex smiling at her. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, brandishing a bottle and two glasses of wine. "Care to join me for a drink, my dear?"

"Do I have much of a choice?" Evelyn countered, glaring at him.

"I'm not going to force the wine down your throat if that's what your asking," Terex replied, closing the cell door behind him. He sat down in the small chair kitty-cornered from her cot.

"I'll pass, thanks."

"Relax, my dear. According to General Hux you've been bestowed a great honor to meet the Supreme Leader."

"I think General Hux and I have different opinions of what construes as a great honor," Evelyn snapped.

Terex chuckled and poured himself and Evelyn a glass of wine. When she looked reluctant to take it, he grinned. "Now, Miss Skywalker, why would I put poison in this? Like we discussed earlier--you are worth a lot of money to me, my dear."

Evelyn glared at him but still didn't take the wine. "I hope they're happy you bombed a city street to get me."

"Actually, that wasn't me; seems there are a few turf wars going on between arms dealers. That was an assassination attempt--I just got lucky."

"And if the bombs had killed me?"

"Well then, I suspect the First Order would have dealt with the arms dealer that took their prize from them."

"Believe me, I'm not a prize to them--they view me as another weapon."

Grinning, Terex sipped his wine. Once again he held the other glass out to her. "See? Not poison." He delighted when she took his offering and sniffed it, just to make sure. "I think you and I could have had a beautiful friendship, Miss Skywalker, if circumstances were different."

Curiously, Evelyn stared at him. "Friendship? You were hired by the First Order to kidnap me, attempted to kill my friends... and you think we could have had a friendship?"

Terex nodded. "We're not so different, you and I, Miss Skywalker."

Evelyn glared. "Please. Elaborate."

"Neither of us are a fan of the First Order."

"If that's the case, why are you working for them?"

He shrugged. "I needed the money. Business has been difficult since your family dismantled the Empire."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm so sorry about that."

Terex put his glass down and leaned forward in his seat. He took her chin in his hand, less aggressively than she anticipated. "Your family should have had the foresight to realize that the Emperor wouldn't leave ways for his Empire to return--for him to return."

Evelyn felt a cold dread run through her. Long before Ben's fall to the dark side and the destruction of the Temple, her mother had worried about the possible return of the Empire--Sela had specifically cited that there had already been factions of it breaking off before the Battle of Yavin. "The Emperor is dead. My grandfather killed him."

"So the First Order would like you to think," Terex said, standing. He hovered over her. "The Republic is nothing but a facade, my dear."

"The Senate would never..." Evelyn started to say, until she felt a tingly sensation forming in her limbs. "What...what did you...what did you do to me?"

"Just a little something to relax you my dear," the First Order agent replied, holding a small needle up. He'd distracted her just enough to inject her with the drug. "Now, don't fight it, Miss Skywalker--that will only make it worse."

If she had wanted to fight it, there was no way that she could--already Evelyn could feel the drug taking affect. "Bastard," she managed to snarl just before the ship faded away to darkness.

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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Dressed Up

Marvel

Yon-Rogg x female! reader

Warning: curse words, reader being cringy

Specifics: comedy, fluff, romance, pictures, one-shot, self-conscious reader, insecure reader, race neutral reader

People: yon-rogg, carol danvers

Words: 1,835

Requested: By anon Hello! It's the au anon here again lol. I wasn't aware of that so thanks for replying! <3. Then could you write one where reader likes Yon-rogg but isn't aware that he likes her too bc he's like a god (in her eyes) and there's no way someone like him would even notice smn like her. Thank you <3

Authors Note: again sorry i dont do au’s and sorry for taking a lifetime to write this. i feel like im always saying that but i mean it everytime. i am grateful for you guys being patient it means a lot and just thank you guys for still supporting my blog and reading my trash. so enjoy some sarcastic carol and a shopping spree nobody asked for.

You stared from afar from your side of the training base. Your head leaning against your palms, daydreaming. Wishing. Just wishing he could take one glance your way.

You all had just finished another lesson. Another lesson to which you stumbled a little at your teacher, Yon-Rogg, but only because he placed his hands on your waist to teach you a move.

“Whats wrong little lady?” Vers stopped by, your best friend sitting beside you sweating. “You seem out of it today.”

“Its nothing, really.” As you said this your eyes made contact to Yon-Rogg bending down to pick up his towel. You bit your lip and did not blink once!

Vers hummed to herself, “oooooooooooooooh I see.”

“See what?”

“His as*! No I’m just playing with you. No I see that you like the man.”

You didn’t even try to fight. You shrugged and shook your head, “yeah Vers but think about it. This godly delicious creature of a man even looking at moi! I don’t think so...at all. He’s him and I’m,” you gulped and took a glance at yourself. “Well you get the picture.”

“Y/n don’t worry, the best thing about being in a relationship is being yourself. You have to be truthful.”

“I can’t Vers, I just can’t. I mean I want to be truthful but with him its just different.”

Vers took a hold of your hand, “no woman should have to disguise themselves to deserve love. You are beautiful enough, you are smart enough, you are enough.”

You chuckled, “thanks...my hero.”

Vers giggled and jokingly wiped non existent tears, “girl, I am flattered. Just keep the compliments going, we got time.”

“-But I need to do this another way.”

Vers mentally slapped herself on the face, “so what, all that pep talk went straight through one ear and entered out the other?”

“Yep, and I’m gonna need your help!”

Vers gave a face of disgust. “Oh shi* I don’t like the sound of that.”

You and Vers entered your room, tired, worn out from all the-

“I can’t believe you just dragged me to go on a shopping spree with you,” Vers whined as she dropped herself on your bed.

You hauled all the bags on your table and slumped on your chair, “I can’t believe I wasted that much money.” You and Vers laughed hard.

“Well I see that this is my leave so good luck in all your sexiness and yeah-”

Clutching onto her sleeve you gave her a death glare as you glanced up, “I am not done with you yet.”

“God okay woman. What else do you want me to do? Wipe your as*.”

“Haha very funny,” you sarcastically answered. “No I need help with my outfit.”

It felt like it took forever! Your makeup was glamorous, making you look like a model, no a goddess! You put on jewelry, keeping it simple but sexy. The hoop earrings dangled lightly atop your shoulders, just grazing the skin from time to time as they twirled from your movement. You added a blinged up choker, it wasn’t too tight but just enough to look almost attached to your skin. You slipped on your tight outfit and had some skin showing. Last but not least you applied some lip gloss on your lips. The shimmer making your lips irresistible. You put your heels on and called out to Vers, “okay I’m finished...close your eyes.”

You peeked and saw she was listening to orders, “good.” You jumped out and yelled, “ta-da!”

Vers opened her eyes and gasped, “oh my god! Y/n you look super hot! Yes, get it girl! You got this!”

You twirled around and looked at yourself in the mirror.

You enjoyed what you saw in the reflection but you wondered if Yon-Rogg would like what he sees.

“So you like it?”

Vers hugged you and nodded, “I do, but I always like the real you more, but its nice for a change. And also who said it was bad for a woman to wear makeup? I mean men can get all hot and whatever from time to time, well then so can us girls!”

You smiled and thanked Vers walking out to go see Yon-Rogg.

He was by himself in the cafeteria, writing and just focused. Seeing that there was no one there you felt nervous and was about to dart back to your room when your heels alarmed him and he called out to you.

“Hi there, sorry if you’re doing something, I can come back another time,” you bashfully looked away from him. He wasn’t saying a word and thats when you peered at his face, you could see he was speechless. His mouth was opened just a bit.

“Sorry,” he apologized blushing a little. “Please if you would like to, you could sit here.” He pointed to the seat in front of him. You nodded and almost ran to the chair but kept your cool.

Now Yon-Rogg got a really good look at you. “May I just say, you look exquisite this evening y/n.”

“Thank you, Commander.”

“Please call me Yon-Rogg...I bet it sounds way better coming out of your lips.”

You laced your fingers together, feeling the aura heating up. The setting becoming a flirtatious one, “alright then, Yon-Rogg.”

He giggles and nods, “well, I was right.”

“So what are you writing?” You asked as you motioned your head to the paper that sat in front of him.

“Its a summary of how everyone today did in their training. Things they need to work on, progression.”

You slumped in your chair out of frustration, “oh that is not good.”

“What?”

“Oh I was talking about me. I did kinda fail today.”

Yon-Rogg focuses on you instead of the paper and grabs your hands, “let me ask you something y/n, did you try today?”

You were quick with an answer, “of course Comman- I mean Yon-Rogg. Of course I tried, I always try.”

Yon-Rogg leaned back in his seat, “see there, thats all you can do. Try. Thats all that matters to me, when I look at you all I want to observe is that you are trying. And thats what I always see with you.”

“Well its all thanks to you, I mean if you hadn’t shown us what a incredible leader you are and encouraged me then we probably would be having a different conversation right now but you only teach me good qualities.”

Yon-Rogg gave a charming smile, “may I ask, why are you so dressed up today?”

You almost choked on air and gripped tightly the table. “Um I was just going for a walk.”

Yon-Rogg looks below the table and sees your high heels, “in those?”

You changed your composure quickly, knowing you sounded dumb. You tried to show more of your physique. Displaying your breasts and popping out your butt. You puffed your lips out more and nodded, “yeah these shoes help tone the legs real nice for you, you tough man.”

You were losing control of yourself. You were trying to flirt but it was not working, flirting was not in your DNA. Yon-Rogg gave a look of curious.

Next, you tried to grab his pen and put it in your mouth but you dropped it and as you were picking it up you bumped your head against the table.

“Are you alright?” Yon-Rogg asked very worried.

You touched your head and only winced lightly, “yeah I’m fine...baby.” You tried to bite his pen sexy but you ended up gnawing it leaving a dent.

You were just done. You were embarrassing yourself and you could tell by Yon-Rogg’s face that he was weirded out as well.

“I’m sorry this was a mistake.” You tried to stand up quickly but wearing your heels made you trip and fall into Yon-Rogg’s arms. He was there to catch you. You held onto his biceps for support and looked up to be so close to his handsome face.

“H-hi there,” you stuttered as you were so bashful at the moment.

“Tell me the truth y/n. Why did you dress up like this tonight?”

“Fine, I wanted to impress you. Well not only that, there is like a long list so you might be here for a while its just, I like you a lot Comm- gosh sorry I keep doing that I mean Yon-Rogg. I like you a lot but not as in a way of friends or like wow you are my leader I like you a lot even though yes thats true I just don’t like you as a friend, I mean I do but-” You took a huge breath and calmed your nerves. “Let me start over. I want to see if you would like to go on a date, that offer still stands but I knew you probably did not like the other me. The less glamorous me. I mean you have made such an impact on not just me but to all of Kree. How could someone like that date someone like me? I just wanted to be better for you, but I ruined it.” You looked down ashamed and disappointed with yourself.

Yon-Rogg was silent but lifted your face with his forefinger and thumb. “None of those things you said about yourself is true. You did not have to do anything to prove your worth to me. Don’t get me wrong I love this look but I also love who you really are. You are more than what you think. I ask myself how could someone so beautiful, so daring, so amazing go out with a guy so serious and who keeps his emotions hidden. I tried to do that with you y/n, but you are truly something else. I can’t keep what I feel for you hidden anymore. I love you y/n. I truly mean that, and you don’t have to show me you are capable of great things I can already see it when I look at you.”

You crashed your lips against his and laced your fingers into his hair. “Thank you Yon-Rogg.”

“Never gets old.”

You two were about to walk side by side together as now a couple when he stopped you. “Before we move any further can we please get rid of these wretched shoes. I mean they are sexy on you but these guys are a bit rough.”

You let go of the breath you were holding in, “oh my gosh yes please I thought you would never say that.” You took your shoes off and held them in your hand.

“But I do like this on you,” Yon-Rogg said about your outfit, feeling over the material and tracing his hands on your butt. “Can you wear this more often please?”

You laughed as you walked hand in hand with him, “I don’t know, I have to think about it.”

“Oh you naughty girl, I see you like to play dirty. Fine two can play that game.”

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SUPER SPOILERY REVIEW OF STAR WARS

im putting it behind a cut, but if cuts aren’t working for u and you see a fuckton of text, SCROLL PAST IT. those are spoilers!!!!!!

OK HERE WE GO LAST CHANCE BIG SPOILERS AHEAD

the good (lots of this):

every single scene with carrie fisher in it

that they didn't KILL leia god i'm so relieved

her little fakeout death w/ the recovery at the end i ugly cried that's how relieved i was

i’ll note that for that one second i really thought she had drowned in moonlight

seeing her fly back to cheat death was so fucking good for a moment it was like carrie gave death the finger and was with us again

here’s a nice review about how this was accidentally the kindest and most loving goodbye to carrie and leia i agree with all of it

also rose is amazing i love her so much from her starry-eyed hero worship of finn converting to straight up stunning him a second later down to her saving him at the last second

like she's in a lot of pain but she does what needs doing - even giving away her pendant (tho i'm relieved she got it back) - even crashing into finn when he's being an idiot!

finn is still very much himself, by which i mean he's fully 1000% "bye y'all lmao" when shit gets hairy

the comedy!!! god it was SO FUNNY poe’s call with hux the little porg bird thingies luke trolling rey like 11/10 on humor it never felt too badly timed and honestly in such a serious movie and in such serious times i think we all needed that? like, there's never a wrong time to try and lighten your load, yk

all the space stuff was done well in general actually - like the alien race on the island, the icy fox creatures, they were nice star wars-y lil details and really added a LOT to the feel of the movie

the music as always was 10/10

it really sort of kind of is the last of the jedi?! (more on this later but at least the temple burned)

REY AND POE FINALLY GOT TO MEET

speaking of poe, his mother/son relationship with leia :')

luke skywalker high key Did That he really did face down the whole first order with nothing but a light saber

luke getting to see leia and his droids one last time ;_;

also, R2 hitting below the belt by playing the Original recording of leia that was one of the 3 times i cried (the other two being when leia survived the space thing and when luke showed up to meet the rebels & leia)

bb8 was honestly so wonderful & when poe was like HEY happy u guys are alive wheres my droid! it honestly gave me life

YODA!!!!! i was so happy to see him :')

rip snoke u dumb bitch lmao

kylo ren didn't get redeemed!!!! suck it r*ylo shippers

the bad (barely any of this):

kylo ren came THIS CLOSE to getting redemption and rey was full on suckered into this fuckboy's drama-angst and i think she'd be smarter than that like they did her dirty and actually i'm sure the r*ylo shippers are delighted, which: disgusting. he only tortured her! no big deal!!!

i Do Not Like the subtle implication of a rose/finn/rey love triangle. like, mostly because i hate, hate, HATE love triangles, ESPECIALLY ones that pit two women against each other, but also, people will get very ugly over this if we go this direction. please lets dont, can’t everything just be gen, Please Lets Dont

the nitpicky (by which i mean, not too bad exactly, but could have been way better):

that codebreaker guy flip-flopped alliances too many times. first we liked him, then hated him, then liked him, then hated him—one or two misdirections is plenty, past that you're just overdoing it

they did phasma dirty she deserved more Depth rather than to be some throaway villain i expected finn to empathize with and spare her at the last second, But No

not thrilled poe spent most of the film kinda sitting around and not interacting with finn or rey or bb8 ecept thru comms—mixed feelings on his plotline in general, it was good he learned some stuff but bad that he sort of had to carry the idiot ball to do it, and it's emotional whiplash to spend the whole movie thinking he's right and when he suceeds he'll show them all! and then have him very much not do that and present it as character development - there should have been some sort of audience awareness that he was making bad choices, but instead they just made purple haired lady look like a bitch until the last second

also not thrilled rey didn’t get to interact with anybody but luke and kyle ron like :/ cmon i miss her and finn!! i wanted to see her finally INTERACT with poe!!!!! not just meet him!!

rey's parentage technically thematically makes sense but it was executed so weirdly and without confirmation that it was the absolute truth that i don't know if it's For Real and it didn't gut punch me like it was intended to, i think

i was expecting them to go "the force belongs to all of us, no more jedi!!" until the very last second when they kinda chickened out and it was okay i guess but also :/ mixed message!!! i suspect they can't do that bc marketing lol

there were a lot of fakeout deaths and it really stressed me out they might have gone too hard there

the side trip to the city felt a Teensy bit unnecessary like im all for rose's development i LOVE ROSE but if they could have found themselves there rather than gone out of their way to go i would have bought it a little more

i don’t like rose mortally wounding herself/risking her life for finn with the immediate romantic implication after like...let her do that OR smooch on finn or like even do both at different times in the movie but Don't do both at the same time like No Man Is Worth Your Life, not even finn, the Only good man!!!

there was one tiny moment of queerbait for finn and poe which........dont

like i almost wonder if the lil smooch was to try and discourage the finnpoe shippers like for some reason when writers hear about fandom shipping two dudes their reactiosn are always 1. give one of them a gf 2. separate them like why bother with romance plotlines at all it always gets ugly i hate it

i was slightly confused when luke died i didn't realize it was happening til it was over like overall im at peace w/ how he went out especially considering theres definite room for force ghost stuff later but was he like looking at himself near the end? maybe i missed something but i like thought he saw something in the sun and i was like oh shit the first order came to blow him up! and then the suns were covered with clouds and i was like ??? and then he was looking at himself and there were two suns and then he vanished! and like i got that he died and why he died but was was the thing in the sun did they shoot the planet destroying canon did he hallucinate the other sun it was all just very ???????

OVERALL:

4/5 for the above mentioned reasons. i would have given it a 5 if not for that kylo ren bullshit like they’re doing rey so wrong with that it’s my main beef with the movie

my favorite from the first was finn but this time it’s rose (sorry finn)

my least favorite as always is kylo ren

#/#//#///#////#/////#personal #star wars #star wars spoilers #spoilers #tlj spoilers #the last jedi #the last jedi spoilers #im sorry thats every tag i know i hope nobody gets spoiled by this........

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avenging-fics · 7 years

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Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story (9/15)

AU Summary: Y/N’s powers had a reaction to the Hulk which resulted in Dr. Banner’s resurfacing.

Notes: brucetasha is real on this fic. just a heads up ok. if you don’t ship it, well then. i dont know what to tell you, bud. this crap works in my fic so yeah. im a huge shipper for buckynat but im sucking it up for this series. ok cool

Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

MASTERLIST

“Natasha!”

Y/N called out as she ran up to the top of the tower where Steve, Tony and Natasha were. All three pairs of eyes looked at her and they knew that something was wrong. Tony dropped the iron man arm he was working on and the smiles in Steve and Nat’s faces disappeared.

“We found him.”

“What?” Tony asked as Natasha froze in place.

Y/N nodded. “We found Banner.”

Then, as fast as she can, Natasha shot up and almost sprinted towards the quinjet outside. With everyone else following behind her, Steve told Y/N to follow her and keep her company while he and Tony get suited up for a mission and find Barton. Banner was their friend and a valuable team member. There was no way the Avengers wouldn’t go to get him.

Inside the quinjet, Natasha was awfully quiet but Y/N knows just how much thoughts running through her mind on their way to god knows where.

“Commander Hill, we’re in the quinjet on the way.” Y/N said as she called to report.

“Dr. Banner is located near the eastern piers. Coordinates are being sent to your jet.” she responded back, urgency in her voice as well. Everyone is on high alert today.

“Copy that.”

“Agent Y/L/N, one more thing.” Hill said. “He’s on code green.”

Natasha locked eyes on Y/N and her pupils dilated.

The Hulk is out.

“Agent Romanoff, still remember the lullaby?” Tony’s voice suddenly shot up in their comms unit as Y/N saw him fly beside the quinjet while another one flies behind Natasha and Y/N. It was probably Clint and Steve.

Y/N heard the Black Widow whispered under her breathe.

“Couldn’t forget it.”

Then when they were closing in on the destination, an explosion were seen from below the ground. He’s wrecking havoc. They have to be quick.

Natasha landed the jet in a wide parking lot near the commotion and ran outside so fast. Y/N followed her and felt a strong sense that something was coming towards them and the people fleeing from the scene.

“Nat, watch out!” she shouted as a mangled car came flying towards them. Y/N concentrated all her magnetic powers to stop the car and drop it somewhere there’s no civilians. But then as the car was in midair a huge green fist punched through it, breaking it in half revealing an angry giant face, raging and roaring.

Y/N gasped as she turned around and saw all those people behind her, cowering in fear. They’ll be killed if they don’t get in a safe place, and soon. She looked at the person beside her and was shocked at how frozen Natasha was. But there was no fear in her eyes.

This hulk was Bruce.

Then Tony came flying from above them and landed beside Agent Romanoff, and opened his mask.

“Bruce.” he breathed, keeping his gaze at the hulk in front of him, relieved to his his friend for a long time. The giant roared once more and that’s when Natasha finally moved. She stepped closer to him and slowly held out her hand.

“Hey, big guy.” she said, almost making her voice crack. “Sun’s getting real low.”

Y/N couldn’t look away. She was entranced by the whole scene with the Hulk and Natasha. But when she felt someone tapped her shoulders, Y/N turned around to see Captain America with his costume and shield.

“Steve, those people–”

“Are all safe now. I led them away from this block to the next. Don’t worry.” he said, then he looked at the rest of his team with Agent Romanoff and Hulk at the center. His team was with him again.

They watched as Natasha smiled with unshed tears in her eyes while the strong green giant stepped away and transformed into a half naked man with black curly hair and a scruffy beard. Dr. Bruce Banner was back.

******

“Is this better than the last one?”

“Well, subject number 247 has stable vitals, no complications on health even with a more concentrated amount of grav—-”

“I don’t care about it’s health.” he raised his voice. “Is this one better than her?”

The assistant shuddered and stepped back a bit, wide-eyed at the man beside him. He gulped before speaking, afraid of another outburst from the lead scientist on this facility. “Subject number 247 exceeds all of our expectations unlike the lost subject number 109, sir. She’s better in every way.”

He grinned, so maliciously and turned around, walking back to his office. He chuckled darkly and took out an old photo from his coat.

“Tessa, we did it.”

The ride back to the tower was no doubt one of the most awkward the whole team has been. Even with Thor not present, the ambiance was electrifying and a single wrong move can cause riot. It was so since Dr. Banner boarded the plane with Stark, Y/N and Agent Romanoff as Captain Rogers and Barton used the other jet.

It was silent and Tony, having taken off his helmet, had a great idea to whistle as his friend sitting across from him shook his head and stared at the ground. Bruce was given a shirt and a pair of pants when he transformed back. he didn’t really say anything else. The doctor just accepted the clothes and willingly turned himself in, ashamed for the damage he had done back in Sweden. Stark took care of it, of course. But still Banner felt responsible even if the hulk wasn’t his fault.

Y/N also noticed how pale Natasha’s knuckles were on the controls. She was gripping too hard. One would think that after the lullaby they’d be running into each other’s arms but Natasha was expressionless when Bruce took a glance at her. She’s willing herself to not make anyone see her true emotions.

When they landed back at the tower, Steve and Clint were already there waiting with Thor who just arrived as soon as he heard the news about Banner. Tony stepped out of the jet and immediately deactivated his suit. Natasha went out quick with Y/N following behind her, leaving Dr. Banner the last one to get out the jet.

He walked cautiously with Stark as he was given a room to change into something else and have a shower. No one else said anything else after that. They just all went into the conference room and waited until Bruce was ready to explain everything.

“Anybody want a drink?” Tony asked as walked towards the bar, taking out a bottle.

“I’ll have one.” Clint said when no one else did or at least moved from their places. Thor was sitting on the couch with the hammer by his side while Steve sat across from him. Natasha was near the glass windows staring into nothing and Y/N was standing near the doors, keeping watch over everyone.

These are the Avengers. They were a team. And now that the missing member resurfaced again, everyone was curious as to why.

Why did Banner come back and why did he left? Although the latter was mostly the question Natasha need answered.

Soon, the doors opened and Dr. Banner entered wearing his own clothes and a forced smile towards his teammates.

“Hey.” he said.

Tony stepped forward with a glass in hand. “We’re all ears, Banner. Lay it on me.”

Bruce cleared his throat and walked inside their circle. “I was going back in forth in Norway and Sweden, actually. I used your stealth tech to hide myself away from…..well, everyone.”

Natasha flinched and turned around to look at him. Bruce saw this and had an apologetic look in his face. He felt so terrible about her.

“You left because you wanted to hide?” she said, her voice filled with pain and disbelief. It was horrible seeing Black Widow like this. “You left the team, Bruce. You left us.”

“I..I’m sorry, Natasha. Truly, I just…”

Clint stepped forward and grabbed hold of his bestfriend’s arm. “Nat, calm down.”

She shrugged him off anyway and focused her eyes on Bruce. “We could’ve fixed everything. We could’ve worked things out. Yet you left because of some stupid fear.”

“It’s not stupid! I could have hurt you!” Bruce raised his voice, which made everyone in the room tense and stood up ready for whatever. He looked around him and sighed. His only friends still see him as a threat. As a time bomb, ready to explode.

Bruce shook his head and slumped. “Honestly, I didn’t want to come back.”

“Then why did you?!” Natasha yelled.

“BECAUSE OF HER!”

Everyone followed where Banner was pointing at.

It was Y/N.

“What?” Steve asked.

“I—The other guy sensed something. I don’t know how to explain it. It was like a strong presence pulling me to her.”

Y/N gasped. “Like magnets?”

Is this true? The hulk had a reaction to her power that caused him to transform. What is the explanation for this? And why now? Y/N had her powers before so why did it trigger something?

That’s when Tony stepped out of the room muttering. “We need to run some tests.”

******

Agent Romanoff was rarely bothered by anything. And if she was, she had a great talent for hiding it. She was an agent. It was a job qualification, after all.

But when her heart is bursting with so much emotion, she craves the feel of a gun firing in her hand towards someone deserving of it.

But she can’t do any of that right now because the door to her private room at the tower just opened.

“Natasha, please, listen to me.” Bruce said, with his hands in front of him, anxious and steady.

She clenched her jaw. “What are you doing here?”

“Please let’s just talk. I really want to make things okay.”

“Okay? Bruce, we were never okay. We were broken from the start. And if I remember correctly, we never did have a beginning.” she seethed, fury taking over her brain. “You ended us before we could even start.”

Bruce sighed and nod slowly. “I know. I’m sorry. I hurt you.”

“You left me.”

“Tash—”

“And you didn’t want to come back.”

“I was a liability.”

“You were an Avenger.”

Then in a swift motion, Bruce stepped forward and grabbed Natasha’s waist, claiming her lips before she could even react.

He pushed all of his love into her and it was more than enough to tame the rage in her. Natasha softened and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with as much love as he did. He accepted everything from her and they were lost in each other. They were finally together and this is what they’ve always wanted.

When they pulled away, Bruce was staring into her eyes as if he just found a cure to all evil. And she was so filled with love that she never knew she was capable of. It was overwhelming and beautiful at the same time.

“What are you doing to me?” she whispered.

Bruce smiled, pressing his forehead against hers. “I’m running with it. With you.”

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diamondarmored-blog1 · 7 years

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Just some stuff from yesterday’s post nothin’ special particularly--

@corditeheart Idek, it's so small that people think one comment speaks for the entire fandom

INCOHERENT HOWLING NOISES. I can’t even comprehend this mindset. Clearly I am still a summer child who knows not the struggle of fandom veterans. I was relatively late to the party and it’s still my firm opinion that people can do what they want as long as it’s not in an attempt to overwrite someone else. I sort of assume everyone else feels like that as well, so it’s never occurred to me to take one comment as law.

@ahmyhotdog I can only speak from where I've been. Most people in this fandom are nice. This is true. I've met way more nicer people than not nice. But I think part of the issue is if you don't want to people with certain people for whatever reason then a lot of others just don't seem to play with you as well? Or it could just simply be once you find people you enjoy playing with you just end up not looking for new muns to play with.

That’s true, actually! So it could be partly down to misreading peoples’ motivations for doing that? I would usually assume it’s because our headcanons don’t mesh, though I will say that’s happened to me elsewhere. I don’t think it’s the fault of the collective though, I think there are just arseholes wherever you go. Idk, I hear “x is a bad fandom” and I think of Bloodborne (INB4 SOMEONE IS A BLOODBORNE PART TIMER AND TAKES OFFENCE... @ them, come on, man, you know exactly what I mean here. BB is a mushroom cloud on the horizon for everyone else).

@eruditorem I’ve heard things but honestly ive never seen anything and everyone has been so welcoming??? so idk either. also i dont pick my nose, i pick my butt. i mean... wait-- dont reply to that

Mostly adding this so everyone knows Bri picks her butt

@legendaryturk Hmm. Well I'm kind of newish to the fandom at least for RP, and I think...things just go in cycles? I've seen ups and downs in various fandoms - not just 8, but also ffvii, doctor who, mgs, and tons of other fandoms I've RPed in. overall I'd say ff8 has been mostly welcoming to me? it's small, and tumblr being the animal it is, people may just flock toward others who share similar writing styles or fanon. Idk, if I find I have something in common with another mun, be it writing style or fanon ideas, I'll kind of squee with them over it, but I *never* do so with the intent of excluding others, kwim? that said, there are times where I feel like muns talk around me and there's a joke I'm not in on, but, I think that's just the beast that is tumblr, and not fandom related tbh.

You were in MGS tho//// / ?!?!?/q/1/

That part about not doing it with the intent to exclude is so important tbh. So far, I’m getting the impression that most of it is misunderstanding. I can’t imagine anyone I’ve come across so far being deliberately dickish in that way. Eg, there’s one person I can think of who doesn’t really want to acknowledge me, but that’s okay, cos I know they’re a heavy Seiferx[redacted] shipper and I’ve already said I’m not, so I’d not be much use to them. We still follow each other, though, and I can’t think that they’d be all like YOU CAN’T SIT WITH ME if I spoke to them.

@diosleighrp There's douchenozzles in every fandom who try to dictate what other fans can and can't do. It's quite unfortunate, but there are just entitled brats everywhere.

I can’t say much about this, I haven’t had it! Idk why. Maybe I’m too babbymode for the haters to have found. I have had it elsewhere though so I know what you mean and you’re right, they are definitely lurking somewhere. They’re lurking everywhere.

@lionseed Just like American politics, it's the small angry voices that get the most attention for some reason. Sometimes there's a bad experience, and people take that as proof the fandom is shit.

MMMM and there’s always people with a bad experience to talk about because nowhere’s perfect, so I guess it’s partly on the reader to be on it enough to realise that. I would like if people within the fandom wouldn’t say that about all currently participating members though :( Obviously people can talk about their experience, good or bad, but their experience is with a person, not all of us.

@underplater Okay, so. I will say that what I've personally experienced with the ff8 fandom is a lot of, "oh wow, I really like your blog and your take on the character you're doing. That's wonderful!" "Oh awesome, do you maybe want to do something with her/him/me?" "Uh... Maybe." Which... Means no. And then people are always all, "You just keep doing you, dear, it's wonderful," but no one sends in memes or replies to stuff? And it just.. I always feel like I'm pressed up against the glass, looking in.So I'd say my experience with the ff8 comm has definitely been that it's very insular and hard to for me, personally speaking, to break in on. ... Sorry, I'm fairly sure this was about my comment earlier? I think I was the one who used insular.... Unless, of course, I guess the problem could be me? But if it is, I wish someone would tell me so that I could drop the muses and just stop cluttering up people's dashes.

JJKASHDJASHFGGHFJDSJJHH this hurt me to read and is the main reason I’ve made time to do this reply post rn. I couldn’t remember who said what, to be honest with you and it surprises me that it was you, purely because you’re always one of the first people to come to mind when I think of “the FFVIII community”, you seem like a valued part of it to me, even if you’re not one of the most active. YOU ARE DEFINITELY NOT THE PROBLEM. I can’t really say with 100% certainty what *is*. With the meme thing, I think it depends what it is. If someone reblogs one of those “send me x and I’ll tell you about y”, I try to send it, but if it’s a starter or something that feels thready, I won’t unless I have an idea to back it with, cos it doesn’t feel any different to writing an actual starter for me. I’d rather do that, but I won’t do it uninvited/randomly because that’s putting pressure on someone who didn’t ask for it. If a lot of people do the same as me and don’t mention it, then that could be a big factor because people can well end up waiting for each other to approach without realising it. It might also be something to do with you having multiple blogs (particularly Reno) and that altering your perception. The reason I say that is because I had the exact same thing myself, I had a male muse in a fandom and everyone loved him - mostly everyone wanted to lowkey do him tbh - and I had a female one who got comparatively zero attention because she wasn’t as accessible to such a wide audience. Ellone in particular is a complex character and it’s a sad fact that people tumblr-wide aren’t always into the idea of paying attention to something before they interact with it. Reno is much more easy to interact with in a casual way, since he’s had more exposure in source material and is widely regarded as being a fun, not-serious character (though I acknowledge he very likely IS, and I know from experience that you will have put a lot of thought into him - I love Reno and anything that gives him some substance). He attracts people from further afield, people who might have only seen Advent Children or only know him through fan works. Ellone doesn’t have a movie or much fanfic, and she’s not really subject of the most popular speculation (lbr - by that I mean “who she’s sleeping with”), so she doesn’t have that far a reach. Your Ellone is so valuable to the whole community, you have a hell of a lot to share in your headcanons and your ideas. I haven’t seen you use Julia too much yet, but I’m sure she’ll be that way too. I think you should pick one of those ideas, pick someone who seems like they could pull it off and tell them about it, because I’m so sure 90% if not 100% of us would thread them with you. That’s all I do tbh!! I’m always prepared for someone to say no, but mostly they’re happy to have been approached with an idea to use as a starting point. PLEASE DON’T DROP THEM. You’re not cluttering up anything. I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s sad to see you inactive on her whenever you are, tbh. I don’t think you realise how essential she is. I know it’s a small, slow fandom, but anything you post raises the overall standard for the sheer fact you did it, and it had your characteristic level of consideration put in. Course, I’m probably biased, cos I think I can tell when people work more behind the scenes than out front on their muse and the related background and I appreciate that, always have.

@misplacedxheroics .... I'm hoping this is permitted that I comment, as it was my blog where you read this post. I'm only addressing what I've experienced in the community, not trying to speak for everyone here. In my personal experience with VIII, more often than not, I see a lot of the insular behavior mentioned. Several blogs that start up are made to feel so unwelcomed that they leave or close up shop. Then there are the pass/agg anons, the ones who attack strong female characters (OC or otherwise) and 'correct' headcanons for canon characters. Whoever the person is, I have to believe it's just one single person. But anons have begun to reach out and outright tell people who they can or can't write with, which is baffling. And lastly, I'm guilty of this, and I'll own it -- We also become so comfortable and so familiar with who we write with we don't try out other players. There's also the overlap of muns playing with 'private' blogs. To me, the word 'private' tells me I don't have access to them. So what's the bother in following or engaging if everyone who writes muses that are in the fandom closed off to the rest of us? I can't say how the fandom should be run, I know I'm the least liked person in this fandom but this is my experience. A very polarizing, cold and unwelcoming experience. We need to communicate more among one another, set clear boundaries and maintain community and unity, imo.

I think private is just a word people slap on a blog to make it look legit these days, or as a get-out clause if they find themselves followed by some kind of My Immortal Eldritch horror. Least, that’s what I’ve seen in my travels. Private blogs seem to favour their existing friends, but be open to others who will bring them ideas. I had one blog I called private and that’s because I kept getting people saying “wanna rp?” and I’d be like “yeah okay” and they’d literally say “alright you come up with an idea then”. ? / / //???? Also... I’m trying to word this in the least mean-sounding way possible because I’m not one to shit on anyone’s parade, but if I’m really honest with you, I had to unfollow you on an older blog because you were posting vagues about people so often. I don’t mind when people vent, but it got to the point where it was almost every day someone was on blast and I felt like I’d walked in on a family argument. You can do what you want with your blog, it’s on me to unfollow if I don’t like it, so I did. But. Any oversensitive person seeing it probably assumed you meant them and that might have something to do with you finding it difficult to connect with people. You follow that up by slating the entire fandom when it’s not exactly a fandom problem, which makes people less likely to approach you as you’ve already indirectly blasted them. I’ve had people tell me more than once that you’ve posted something about me without naming me; notably when you made a point of reblogging that one anti-Xu post from an inactive account after saying you hate people who disagree with you “on purpose”. I had just posted a silly Xu support one liner that got a few reblogs. I don’t really have a fig to give whether it was about me or not, but it’s a good example of how a vaguepost causes negative ripples. If one person assumed that was about me, another ten probably guessed it was someone else. I was welcomed to the fandom with a couple of how-do-you-dos and an anon telling me to stay away from you or you’d bully me into deleting. That was the first of several. Then you got that anon telling you to stop sending me hate when you hadn’t (what basis did that have?), and one of your friends for some reason assumed I was the one who had sent it and demanded that “anon” show IP proof, which gives the impression that they’d been led to believe it was me for some reason. I know you said you didn’t understand the logic behind me saying that, but we’re both running Statcounter, you know as well as I do how it works and what the implications are of saying that. It’s also how I know the anons I’ve had that I’ve mentioned are not all one person. Maybe it really was a totally out-of-nowhere thing that person said, but when you combine it with the vagues and the assertions that there’s a split in the fandom that no one else (so far) has detected, it causes bigger problems than it would on its own. I’m not trying to put you on blast, this ain’t a callout post and I haven’t taken any of it to heart - it’s no big deal to me - I’m just trying to offer an outsiders’ perspective because I read this as you being honestly oblivious to it, and if I didn’t I’d either have to ignore your comment or lie to you, neither of which I think you’d appreciate - and I assume since you made the effort to drop in despite not following me that you would want a response.

#ooc.#in which charlie tries not to sound like a massive axe wound but probably ultimately does #you try being me and talking serious talk #the tone never feels right #tbd.#tba.?

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