#shes definitely setting jax on fire for that one

[bananafire11]

Got bored and did a few doodles of ur sona and ur TADC-ified sona lol

OH MY GOD????? ECO??? WHEN I CATCH YOU ECO

[hedarose]

Jackie x Shauna

Watching and Waiting

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Ah the sky sure is beautiful from where Jackie is leaning back watching it set, she’s definitely not on top of a roof overlooking Shauna’s apartment building… again. She just likes to be close enough that if she feels her spidey senses go off she can swing down and help her “best friend.”

Misty must also be stalking her though, because the blonde poodle haired girl that demanded she make her computer guy comes through the intercom in her suit. “Uh Jackie, your suit says you’ve been static for five hours… are you actually sitting above Shauna’s apartment right now or are you dead?” Jackie munches a chip especially hard and makes sure her mask is pulled down enough that her microphone is right next to her lips. “Oh god!” Misty yells as she rips her headset off, “okay you’re alive I got it. Uh… what are you doing though?”

Jackie finishes her chip before responding, “Shauna hasn’t texted me back since school ended so I was just, ya know checking up on her. All good over here Mist.” Jackie shrugs nonchalantly even though Misty can’t see her. She picks her phone up off of her lap and tries to text the girl again.

jax: hey I know i’ve like quadruple texted but are you still alive shipman?

“I’m sure she’s just doing homework or something Jackie, have you patrolled at all since school ended?” Misty asked pointedly through the speaker.

Jackie looks down at the empty chip bags scattering the roof near her, “uhhhhh yeah. I got a guy earlier that was trying to slip a beer into his jacket. I stopped a grand larceny basically.”

Misty rolled her eyes unbeknownst to Jackie, “Jackie that’s not really…”

“Ya know Mist I actually think I hear something, I gotta go.” Jackie stuffs the chip bags into her back pack before pulling her mask over her face. She hops up and peaks over the ledge where Shauna’s fire escape is, she did in fact hear heavy footsteps clomping on the metal. What the fuck. There were three men dressed in stupid all black outfits, with ski masks pulled over their heads.

They didn’t belong she knew that for a fact, she slid her bag behind a pipe and stepped up on the ledge watching for a second. When one of the men came close enough to reach for Shauna’s window Jackie shot a web towards his hand and startled him. He looked around for a moment before all three men looked up and caught a glimpse of Spider-Man standing on the edge of the building with the sunset to her back. She took a second to feel cool before she shouted, “what are you guys doing?” While lifting her arms in an exaggerated manner questioning them.

“Mind your business you piece of spider shit,” one of the masked men shouted back up gruffly.

“Spider shit…? That’s literally not even clever, doesn’t even make sense.” She mumbles the last part as her eyebrows furrow and she tilts her head. “Anyways I’m gonna kindly ask you to get away from that window one time, before I do have to do something about it.” She says with a laugh.

They all just look at each other confused before attempting to rip the webbing off of their accomplices hand. Jackie crouches down into her spider pose, “I didn’t hear anything, are you still gonna try to break in there once he’s free or are you gonna leave?” She puts a hand behind her ear sarcastically.

The two men who aren’t currently webbed to the brick wall reach for the window in an attempt to either complete their mission or get away from Spider-Man she’s not sure. But they clearly have zero brain cells, she webs one in the back before ripping him off the fire escape and plastering him to the opposite wall 7 floors above the ground. As he screams the other man pushes his way into Shauna’s room, what the fuck is wrong with these men. She’s had enough of these people and she jumps across the gap landing nearly on top of the man stuck to the wall by his hand.

She dives through Shauna’s window and does a flip on her hands. Jackie stands to see the man who clearly expected this to be an empty apartment at the expression on this his face. “What you got bad intel or something? Thought they weren’t gonna be home?” She mocks him before shooting over to block off a shaking Shauna who just woke up from a nap. It’s obvious from her sleep mussed hair and the bunny stuffed animal she’s clutching in her arms.

The guy looks between the window and the door leading deeper into the apartment, but he stays silent. “Oh you seriously have nothing to say now? Are you deaf?” Jackie asks as she paces back and forth in front of Shauna, antagonizing him.

“If I go out the window you’re gonna throw me off the building like my friends that’s why I went in the apartment in the first place.�� He tries to explain.

“No no no no, listen to me pal. I said get away from the window or else I’d have to do something… it’s not my fault we don’t have our listening ears on today, okay? You went inside the apartment. You did the breaking and entering.” Jackie said with a huff while pointing her fingers to explain.

Shauna raised a finger and said, “actually you are both breaking and entering into my home right now… I’m just saying.”

Jackie flips around so fast - absolutely betrayed by this statement, “What?! Sh… Uh no ma’am! I-I just was trying to stop this burglar…” she argues with disgust as she points to him without looking behind her. He takes his chance with Spider-Man’s eyes being off of him to sneak over to the window. “Please ma’am, I was just patrolling the neighborhood. Ya know being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?” Jackie says as she begs Shauna “with her adorable little head tilt” to understand why she’s standing in her room right now.

Shauna afraid to argue just meekly points out, “I think he’s trying to escape.” With a little smile as she points her stuffed bunny towards the man.

“Oh shit,” Jackie flings a web out and stops the man as he tries to climb out the window. “You’re not getting out that easy. Who told you to come to this apartment?” She questions as she picks the man up by his shirt collar.

He just shakes his head back and forth adamantly, “no no no, I really can’t say please don’t kill me.”

Jackie looks disgusted and shakes her head back and forth, “kill you? You were told I kill people? Who said that?”

He just shakes his head, Jackie starts smelling a foul odor and glances door to see that the man has soiled himself. Jackie sighs and then lets out a gagging sound, “do you know how much it is to replace this carpet?? That was disgusting. I’m gonna throw you out the window now.”

“Spider-Man wait!!” Shauna screams as Jackie tosses the man like he weighs nothing. Of course what Shauna doesn’t realize is Jackie has him webbed and she just tosses him enough to scare him. She quickly puts the other end of the web on the fire escape and lets the man dangle. Shauna peaks out her window and looks down at the man swinging in the air, “oh okay… I definitely knew you were gonna do that.”

Jackie looks back at Shauna from her stance on the fire escape, she says with an air of disbelief, “ehhhh I don’t think you really believed I wasn’t gonna kill him. By the way you got some uh.” Jackie points to the smooth top of her mask where Shauna has a flyaway sticking straight up.

Shauna looks at her questionably before walking to the mirror, her face flushed before she pats her hair down aggressively. “Well I was napping before I was so rudely interrupted.”

“Looked like a good, long, hard, long nap.” Jackie mumbled putting emphasis on the long parts of her sentence. She pretended like she was dusting a fuzz off of her suit and mumbled to herself.

Shauna huffed irritatedly at this random stranger in a skintight suit who barged into her room and interrupted her nap, “okay what are you the nap police? Are you and your friends done here? I have business to attend to.”

“First of all, not my friends.” Jackie points to all of the men who are webbed in some fashion. “Second of all, if by some chance I did have magically have friends, I would probably text them back and not leave them on delivered for five hours.”

Shauna thinks that is an incredibly targeted statement, but she ignores it and goes to shut her window to ignore the vigilante before she looks down and remembers… the carpet. She sighs, “what am I supposed to do about this? Is there some Spider-Man discount I can get since you brought them in my house?”

Jackie gasps and stutters, “I-I didn’t, I did not! I did not bring them into your house… but I’ll call a cleaner.” Jackie mumbles as she falls backwards off of the fire escape and swings away. Misty is her next stop… she needs her to call a cleaner for Shauna. And call the cops on the would be robbers. Great.

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I am obsessed with Spider-Man AUs so this was completely self indulgent. If it sucks I’m sorry forgive me lol.

[nixotinix]

Sooo I realized yesterday that I.. haven't *actually* updated my redesigns for JJ/HH from when I first joined MH Tumblr almost a year ago. And I figured since they've gone through so many iterations on this account, might as well make some more concrete redesigns with mini profiles to boot. So introducing the new and improved Jackson Jekyll & Holt Hyde redesigns! (+ Some closeups) (pls pls click)

I've got a couple notes about this Non-Descript G1 AU that they live in below the cut!

-English on their mom's side, Korean on their dad's side.

-Same as my 40k G3 fic, Holt's parents never actually GAVE him a name. So he used 'DJ' as his name until Draculaura helped him come up with the name 'Holt'. And thus his full name is DJ 'Holt' Hyde.

-Jackson wears clear jewelry in all of Holt's piercings, especially the facial piercings. They still have the shared yin-yang tattoo on the nape of their necks.

-Despite many beliefs in the monster community, blue skin is not indicative that a fire imp is half human. It's just a genetic mutation like blue eyes or red hair in humans. Though it is more common in half-fire imps than full blooded ones.

-There are, though, 3 main things that set Holt apart from other fire imps appearance-wise. 1: he doesn't have horns or a tail thanks to the confines of Jackson's human body. 2: his flames are a little droopier and look a little more like hair, again thanks to half human-ness. And 3: visible irises and pupils. Full-blooded fire imps have pure white eyes.

-Holt is fully willing to deck somebody who points any of those 3 things out.

-Holt also has blue pupils rather than black!

-Jax/Holt and Heath are actually friends here, even if Heath is sometimes disrespectful to his half-normie cousin.

-Jax is still the shy, nerdy kid who gets bullied, but overtime he starts to come out of his shell. Holt, on the other hand, was popular from the get-go and has a relatively high standing on the social pyramid. Definitely not teen royalty like some of his peers, but he's certainly more favoured than Jackson.

-Same as always, Jackson is about a foot taller than Holt.

-Holt and Catty are best friends. They collab a lot on different music and she introduced him to her boyfriend Pharaoh.

-Jackson's coat is a huge comfort object for him. It's made of wool and cashmere and he got it in London where he grew up. He's almost never seen at school without it, and he maintains and washes it regularly.

-Jax has a lot of those rubber bracelets from his favourite bands under his sleeves. Most of them are metal bands. Jax is a metalhead argue with the wall.

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Hope y'all like the art and minor worldbuilding as much as I love these boys!! I hope to use these redesigns in some artwork soon enough huehue.

[agentmarymargaretskitz]

Captain Canary 💫

Bite Marks-League of Legends, TEYA

Jax once called them a battle couple. It sounded silly when Leonard heard it, like something in a video game or comic book.

Then the Legends ended up on an alternate earth- one with a complete different history and different customs. The STAR Labs of that earth was willing to work with them to get them all home, but they had to find some rare materials in exchange so they could actually build the machine to get home. It wasn't the greatest set of circumstances, but he could deal with it. All of them could.

Everyone had split into teams, with Leonard and Sara paired together. They had gotten the case holding a specialized chip from some privatized company. Leonard rarely had issues stealing, but definitely didn't with this once after finding out the ugly history of safety violations and scandals that it had racked up. Sara similarly didn't have any issues. The security guards with massive gauntlets and crazy armor did.

"You go around, I take head on?" Sara said, hand wrapped around one half of her staves.

Leonard charged up his gun. "Better make it quick."

A half smirk shot his way before she took off. He followed, firing ice towards the floor of the one closest to him. As he did, one of Sara's staves was knocked his way. Leonard snatched it up, clocking the nearest guard across the jaw with it. As the guard went down, he saw Sara fighting closer with her single staff than she normally would when she had both.

He threw it her way with a shout. "Sara!"

She threw a glance in his direction and caught it with her free hand before returning to her normal style. Leonard fired his gun at the gauntlets and boots of the guards, slowing them down or stopping them entirely. Once they were all down, the couple took off running towards the rendezvous point.

Maybe this was what Jax meant when he said they were a battle couple.

[yourthirdparent]

Do u have any MK rarepairs?

hello llewayinghorses. yeah i have ummmm a lot lmao. for the purposes of this i'll be stretching the definition of rare pair a Little because while sure some of these have like over a hundred fics it still feels p small To Me. anywayd

biliang is one of them, as well as kuaitomas. both of these are mk1 btw. sorry beloved followers i am a scorpsmoke lover blame Do you feel it travel in and out your heart? on ao3 (i was shipping them way before i read that fic it's just my favourite). and a biliang lover but i've already mentioned that one before on here.

haven't been Incredibly into those lately though cuz the liu kang hyperfixation hit like a train and now all i can do is set him up with other people he can fuck nasty (or not fuck at all i do love an ace liu kang. more like liu king. sorry.) but they are still on the backburner.

for liu pairings aka my only pairings ever........... holdon let me just bust out the chart

ignore the fact that the colour doesn't mean anything Anyways liutana and liulao aren't rare, shangliu is actually surprisingly popular considering it has so few fics (like 50 total i think split between the liu vs fire god liu tags?), liuhan probably is considered rare but idk maybe it's just because i'm in my part of the fandom but i see it p often so probably not very rare. kuailiu and liutomas are both rarer than that. railiu is p rare, i don't really see it often (but i'd love to because it's actually such a good pairing it's so cool oh my god) uhhhh liugeras is pretty rare considering how much sense it makes but i get it w/e yk. uhhhh kenliu and liucage are both p rare. especially cuz i ship liucage the hardest in the 1995 mortal kombat movie (so sad that i can't write for that movie. cries) which already doesn't get much fandom activity. oh baraka and liu is like super rare lmao but they're so cool !! i think there's lots of potential there idk maybe i'm just a freak. i do mostly ship them in mk11 though (mostly just cuz i don't want to deal with contagion lmao). sindel and liu are rare i suppose (also i forgot to mark liu and jerrod but i do ship them as well they're a throuple) as are liu and syzoth but i don't really care for them Much they're just fun sometimes but they aren't on the brainrot list. quan chi and liu are also rare but yk same principle as syliu i don't care all that much. i just like them both and i think they could have Something. evil. also liu and mileena is mk11 specific and it's also complicated but the sad thing is there's no fic for them and i'm too scared to write it (that's a lie i'm just not creative enough)

uhhhhh i also ship kenleena which according to twitter is actually popular but i've not seen it a damn time which SUCKS !!!! guys please i love taleena but why should i care for Them in mk1 when i could be shipping mileena and the guy whose eyes she gouged out. i think that slays. taleena is also a slay ofc but in mk1........ i need something with a little more Spice like they had in mkx. give me toxic yuri or give me death. they need to be treacherous and then have a kid or i'm out.

let me pull out the mk11 chart too fuck it

again shangliu is p popular shockingly however mk11 shangliu is a lot less popular. sonya/liu is actually so rare that i made the ao3 tag and i'm one of like. four shippers lmao. but i mostly ship them in conjunction with liucage in mk11 and only really ship them on their own in mk21. liu/jax is similar in the sense that i like them more in the 2021 movie lmao. and again i'm the only one in the tag. mk11 liuhan is less common than mk1 which is sad because they're iconic. again baraka and liu are always rare, railiu is p rare (though it does have some absolute masterpieces in the ao3 tag. ty melochromatic can we please be friends you're so cool). fujin/liu is also uncommon but i love them so sosososis99ssjowehhrishwkshrkebf much (i just like both of the characters and decided to slam them together for my amusement) blahblah again with mileena and geras and liulao and liutana are both popular.

SIGH. in addition to all of these i have some bonuses like sindel/sheeva and jadetana which might not be Rare but it is lovely and frossie which definitely Is rare (heartbreakingly) and probably more that i don't want to list. GASP FOR AIR.

[witchthewriter]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: I’m now including Nero and Tara in my SoA preferences. Let me know if you want anyone else added xx p.s. it’s also really hard to sort them into Hogwarts Houses when they’re literally outlaws and would do anything for the club 

Warnings: mentions of death, guns, blood and swears

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ          

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿    

𝐉𝐚𝐱

🌿ENTP 🍁Gryffindor (in Season 7 you could say he’s a Slytherin) 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Leo Sun, Gemini Moon, Aries Rising  

・Jax would be best suited to someone who can handle the outlaw life. Someone who doesn’t care about breaking the law.

・What went wrong with Tara was that she couldn’t fully accept it (no judgement, as it’s very violent and different from the norm). She wanted Jax, and her sons, but they were too integrated in the club

・Jax’s perfect match is someone who is just as badass as he is; fierce, brave but also open-minded. That’s why air and fire signs are his best matches. 

・His feelings are a big part of Jax - he journals, and eventually writes down advice for Abel and Thomas. He would need someone who respects that side of him, who doesn’t see it as unmanly (it’s not unmanly anyway).

・Jax would love to stop and have deep, meaningful conversations with his s/o.

・ He’d also need a person who can look after his sons. Even though he’s one of the more progressive Sons, ultimately he wants a partner that can look after his sons.  

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: Aries, Gemini, Libra, Sagittarius, and Aquarius

・In MBTI terms: most compatible with IJ types- meaning INTJ, INFJ, ISTJ, and ISFJ

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:  

Enemies to Lovers

Sun (Jax) x Moon (You)

Insane Sexual Tension  

𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞

🌿ISFP 🍁Hufflepuff 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Taurus Sun, Capricorn Moon, Libra Rising  

・Opie’s perfect match is someone who is loyal, humble and trustworthy. 

・Probably another Hufflepuff would be the best suited for him. And someone with a chaotic good alignment. 

・Although he’s dedicated to the club, he still has a moral compass and doesn’t want to go too far

・Opie is also set on making his family bigger, so a person who is family focused would be important

・ The zodiac signs that would work best are: Taurus, Cancer, Virgo, Scorpio, and Capricorn. Practical, reasonable, intuitive and hard-working. 

・In MBTI terms: most compatible with EJ types- meaning ENTJ, ENFJ, ESTJ, and ESFJ

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:  

Height Difference

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside  x The Top  

Innocent x Protective (Feels A Moral Sense Of Obligation)  

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬

🌿ESFJ 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Capricorn Sun, Gemini Moon, Leo Rising  

・Chibs would be best suited to someone who is emotionally mature and independent. A person who can survive being days apart.

・Would work with someone who can be pragmatic but also imaginative. Probably another Ravenclaw or even a Slytherin. Chibs needs a person who is okay with doing what needs to be done for the cause/the club

・He’d love someone who is interested in Scottish/Celtic culture

・Although Chibs would love feeling wanted, he’d be so impressed by a s/o who can defend themselves. Someone badass, and intense

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: the other earth signs - Taurus, Virgo as well as the water signs - Cancer, Pisces, and/or Scorpio

・In MBTI terms: compatible with fellow SJ types - ISFJ, ESFJ, ENTP, INTP

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:  

You Confessed Your Love When Thinking He Was Unconscious

Tragic Past x Ray of Light  

The sarcastic duo that can finish each other's insults  

𝐓𝐢𝐠

🌿ESTP 🍁Gryffindor 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Gemini Sun, Scorpio Moon, Gemini Rising  

・Definitely best matched with someone who has a sense of humour and an open mind

・The person definitely needs to be chaotic neutral. I think he’d love it if his partner was even chaotic evil - he’d find that really sexy

・Tig loves being told what to do, and wouldn’t care if his s/o was domineering

・And would love being able to make his s/o laugh. That would be an important part of the relationship - the banter

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: Aries, Sagittarius, Aquarius, Leo, and Cancer. Fierce, adventurous, exciting and sensitive. 

・In MBTI terms, someone with: ISFJ, or ISTJ.

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:  

Teases Them (Tig) x About To End Them (You)

Isn't Scared of Anything (Tig) x Worries About Everything (You)

The idiot number 1 and idiot number 2 who are smarter individually but share 1 (one) brain cell when put together (can argue that Tig already has 1 braincell, but I think he’s smart at times...)

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲

🌿ISTJ 🍁Hufflepuff 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Scorpio Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising  

・Happy’s perfect match would be someone who is family oriented. And not just in terms of the club. 

・He needs someone who will get along with his family, who will come to family dinners and prioritise family life over anything else

・I know it’s a bit of a paradox having Hufflepuff and chaotic neutral - however Happy is all about brotherhood, loyalty, laying down his life for his family. And he would do anything to keep his family/the club safe. He’s a soldier who will carry out his orders without question

・Would do well with someone who knows what they want and won’t be told what to do. 

・ The zodiac signs that would work best are: Taurus, Cancer, Capricorn, Pisces and Virgo. Loving, stubborn, stands up for what they believe in. 

・In MBTI terms, someone with: ENFP, ISTJ, or ESTJ

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:  

They probably hate me (You) x Deeply, passionately in love … is terrible at showing it (Happy)

Opposites Attract  

Plant Dies (You) x Buys Them A New One (Happy)

𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞

🌿INTP 🍁Gryffindor although that could be debated 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Pisces Sun, Libra Moon, Aquarius Rising  

・The best type of person for Juice is someone who is nurturing. Who makes him feel seen, heard and loved. 

・He’s probably the most sensitive out of the Sons, meaning he needs someone who is attentive. 

・You know those hidden things that people love? Having soft teddies, blankies, maybe collecting weird things - Juice would totally be okay with that. He’d even get into it too - but you’d have to be okay with how organised he is. His organisation could be seen as OCD 

・To create a great relationship with Juice you would need to be open, communicative and sensitive. If you’re judgemental then it wouldn’t work. But I think Juice would totally be okay with a bossy s/o

・ The zodiac signs that would work best are: Taurus, Cancer, Scorpio, Capricorn and/or Leo. Creative, sensual and enthusiastic. 

・In MBTI terms: ENTJ, or ESTJ

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:  

Always bringing them rocks they think they’d like (You) x Keeps the rocks (Juice)

The Gomez (Juice) and Morticia Addams (You)

Emotional Support Animal In Human Form  

𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐨

🌿INFJ 🍁Gryffindor 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Aries Sun, Gemini Moon, Taurus Rising  

・Nero’s best match would be someone who is intuitive, passionate, loving and intense. 

・He’s quite an independent person, someone who handles his sh*t, rather than being overwhelmed by it 

・Nero has a good heart, and doesn’t like brutality. He wants to give his son the best life he can. Like a parallel to Jax, except Nero is set on leaving the life of gangsters and clubs

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: Libra (sometimes, opposites attract), Sagittarius, and Leo (fellow fire signs will speak their same passionate language)

・In MBTI terms, someone with: EP types- meaning ENTP, ENFP, ESTP, and ESFP

・The character tropes with his s/o would be:  

Two damaged, vulnerable people swearing to protect each other no matter what

Confident & Flirty (Nero) x Screaming Internally (You)

Great At Driving, Could Be Considered A Professional (Nero) x Drives Like They Have Nine Lives (You)

𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚

🌿ISFJ 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Virgo Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Cancer Rising  

・Someone who is stable and makes her feel safe 

・Tara needs to be respected and included

・She would have advanced so far in her career if she didn’t have to look after Abel, and then Thomas (again, no judgement). So having a s/o who supports her rather than having to do the majority of the supporting, would be a fresh and amazing feeling for Tara

・She would do well with a person who is committed to their work, who is grounded and down to earth

・Tara needs to feel like she belongs, and that the person she’s with is completely loyal to her. Cheating is a deal breaker. 

・She needs a person who wants a long-term relationship, rather than a fling

・Would need to be in a relationship with someone who is more open-minded than traditional. Although there’s nothing wrong with being a housewife (only if you want that!!!), but being forced into that role stopped her progression. 

・The zodiac signs that would work best are: most compatible with EP types- meaning INFJ, ENFP, ISTJ, and ESFP

・In MBTI terms, someone with: Scorpio, Capricorn, Taurus, or Cancer. Grounded, perceptive, balanced and/or sensitive. 

・The character tropes with her s/o would be:  

Are they friends? Are they lovers? Who cares they’re happy and adorable together

Aggressively Supportive Of Each Other

Looks Like A Softie, But Can Kill You (Tara) x Looks Like They Can Kill You, But Is A Major Sofite (You)

[drabbles-mc]

Babysitter

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: If you're up for it, could you do -insert whoever you want- and the reader either talking about leaving their kid with Chucky or actually leaving their kid with Chucky. He is a sweet strange bird that we don't get enough of 🥰

Warnings: language, Angel being a protective dad, Chucky being the absolute best human on the planet

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I would take a bullet for Chucky with no hesitation. I love that man and I’m so glad he has found a family in Mayans. I love including him in my stories because he’s just??? The sweetest.

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“It would just be for a couple hours!” you sat on the bar stool next to Angel, “You’re telling me that she can’t stay here for a couple hours? She’s a baby, Angel. It’s not like she can get up and run off.”

“I’m not leaving her with these motherfuckers,” he shook his head.

Angel loved his brothers in the MC. He would take a bullet for any one of them. Which is why it was so surprising to you that he didn’t want to leave your daughter with them. He didn’t mind it when you brought her around the clubhouse, as long as one of the two of you always had eyes on her. He was fiercely protective of her, which was adorable, but it also made it difficult for the two of you to get any time for yourselves. She was six months old and it had been much longer than that since the two of you had some quality couple time.

“Angel, they know how to feed and change a baby. Coco has more kids than we do!”

“Then he can go watch those ones!” he was adamant, “I ain’t leavin’ her here.”

While the two of you were arguing, Chucky appeared from the back room with a few cases of beer. He saw the car seat sitting on the bar top and immediately set down the boxes to come and investigate. He’d met your daughter on a few occasions but there were always so many other people around.

He gently rocked the car seat with a smile, whispering things to her that neither you nor Angel could hear, but you heard her contagious giggles. You turned and looked to see who had her laughing like that, and you couldn’t hide your surprise when you saw the gentle, loving look in Chucky’s eyes as he let her reach and hold onto his prosthetic fingers.

Your heart melted at the way he was smiling at her and the words came tumbling out of your mouth, “You wanna hold her?”

He looked up at you, eyes as wide as his smile, “I would be honored.”

You laughed quietly as you stood up and carefully unhooked the straps that kept her safely in the seat. You lifted her up and out before passing her off to Chucky, who cradled her in his arms as if it was second nature to him. Chucky had always been a bit of a caretaker by nature but this was surprising even to you.

“Like you’ve done it a million times before,” you commented as you watched him bounce her gently on his hip.

“Maybe not a million, but close,” he didn’t take his eyes off the baby.

“Oh yea? You have kids?” you really never gave a lot of thought to what Chucky’s life was like when he wasn’t working at the scrapyard. You knew that he had quite a long history, but you never asked about the details of it.

He shook his head, “Haven’t had the good fortune of that yet. But I spent a lot of time with Jax Teller’s boys when they were babies.”

It was the first time that he had spoken to you about his life in Charming. He spared a momentary glance over at you as he said it before returning all of his attention to the baby on his hip. But even in that split second you could see the wistful look in his eyes. Sometimes you forgot about the fact that he uprooted his entire life to come to Santo Padre.

“Do you have plans tonight, Chucky?” you asked.

Both he and Angel whipped their heads to look at you, their expressions vastly different. Angel knew exactly where this line of questions was going and he wanted none of it. Chucky, on the other hand, had never looked more excited.

He shook his head, “Not a single plan in place, Y/N.”

You smiled, “You think you could watch our little pumpkin here for a couple hours while Angel and I get some Mommy and Daddy time?” you drummed your fingers on the bar, “It’d only be for a couple hours. Just to get some dinner and alone time.”

“It would be one of my life’s greatest pleasures,” everything he said always sounded so sincere.

You chuckled, nodding, “You’re a lifesaver.”

“Y/N,” Angel gently wrapped his hand around your arm, “Can I talk to you for a second?”

You nodded, “Sure, what’s up?”

He tugged you towards the opposite side of the clubhouse, getting the two of you out of earshot from Chucky, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What?”

“You just wanna leave our baby girl here with Chucky?”

You shrugged, “Why not? He seems like a goddamn baby whisperer.”

“Yea but—”

“And you heard him—he’s been around kids a ton before. Look at him,” you nodded towards Chucky, who was pretending to do some sort of ballroom dance with your daughter, “There is not an ounce of uncertainty in that man’s body. You telling me that any of the guys are ever that confident while holding her?”

Angel sighed, not able to deny that you had a point. Your daughter could smell fear from a mile away, and she could definitely sense when her tíos were getting nervous whenever they held her. You found it amusing because you could literally see the panic set into the eyes of the very tough group of bikers once she started to sound like she was about to cry. They would instantly try to locate you and glad you down to make you put out the fire that they inadvertently started.

Despite all of that, your daughter seemed happy as a clam as she waltzed around the clubhouse with Chucky. You could tell by the expression on Angel’s face that he saw what you saw, he just didn’t want to admit it.

“C’mon, baby,” you smiled and nudged his shoulder, “They make a good pair.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, “Two and a half hours tops. We’ll skip dessert if we have to.”

You beamed, clapping your hands, “Oh this is going to be amazing.” You pressed a kiss to Angel’s cheek before bounding over to Chucky, unable to try and tone down the huge smile on your face, “You really meant it about tonight?”

He nodded, “Of course. Anything for you. For her,” he looked at your daughter with a smile.

“You’re a gem!” you immediately started formulating a timetable in your brain, thinking out loud, “Okay I gotta jet home real quick to take care of a few things. Plus I’ll pack a bag of essentials for her to have here with you. And I’ll shower and get ready for dinner. I should be able to get back here by…6ish? Would that be alright?”

“That would be perfect.”

Angel sat back, watching the two of you make plans together while Chucky held your daughter on his hip. Despite his initial urge to reject the idea, he had to admit that there wasn’t the same knot in his gut about the idea of Chucky babysitting as there had been about literally any of the other guys. Chucky’s brain operated on a different level from the rest of them for sure, but realistically he was probably the most responsible out of all of them. Which was a strange thought.

You waved Angel over so that you could have him walk out to the car with you and the baby. You watched as Chucky carefully got her situated back into her car set, buckling and tucking her under her blanket. You wrapped Chucky in a hug, promising him that you would be back by six.

Angel carried the car set and got it situated in the back seat before turning to you, a smile on his face, “Drive safe, alright?”

You raised your eyebrows, “Wow, no smart comments?”

He chuckled, pulling you into a hug, “I’ll keep ‘em to myself…for now.”

“A true gentleman,” you laughed into his chest for a moment before pulling back to kiss him, “I’ll be back in a couple hours, okay?”

He nodded, “Whatever you need. Text me when you get home. I love you.”

You gave him another quick peck on the lips, “I love you too.”

You had packed everything that you could possibly think of into the diaper bag that you were bringing to the clubhouse. You had clothes, toys, formula, blankets, pillows, and of course diapers. It was impressive how much you were able to jam into the bag. Your daughter was babbling happily in her car seat as she watched you get everything set for her stay with Chucky. It was the first time that she was going to be away from both you and Angel for more than a couple minutes, and you were much more nervous about it than you wanted to let on. Not that you didn’t trust Chucky, but it was tough to leave your baby, even if you wanted some one-on-one time with her father.

When you rolled into the clubhouse, Angel was standing outside with Chucky and a few of the guys. Taking a deep breath you threw the car in park and got out, slinging the diaper bag over your shoulder before opening the back door and getting the car seat out. All of the guys looked at you expectantly as you approached the front steps. You could tell that they all had a hard time wrapping their heads around the fact that you were really about to leave Chucky in charge of your first and only child.

“Didn’t know that this hand-off had turned into a group affair,” you chuckled as you gently set the car seat down on the deck so you could get the bag off your shoulder.

“We just didn’t think that Angel would ever let anyone watch her,” Bishop piped in with a laugh, “Had to see it for ourselves.”

You made small talk with the group of them for a couple minutes before politely hinting that you and Angel had places to be—that was the whole point of this anyway. You unclipped your daughter from her car seat and picked her up, giving her a hug and a kiss before handing her to Angel so that he could do the same.

“I’m sure things will be fine, but if anything happens or if you have any questions at all, don’t hesitate to call me or Angel,” you gave Chucky a hug, “Thank you again for doing this. If anyone has got this under control, it’s you.”

You could see the pride on Chucky’s face as he soaked up what you were saying. Angel had the baby perched on his hip as he spoke to Chucky, “Anything happens to her and I’ll gut you like a fish, got it?”

Chucky nodded, not flinching one bit, “I accept that.”

Angel gave a nod of approval before handing the baby over, giving her one more kiss before doing so. He rested a hand on Chucky’s shoulder, “Thank you for doing this, Chucky.”

You didn’t know if Chucky had even heard what Angel had said—he was already enthralled with your daughter. You chuckled and shook your head as you tugged Angel back towards the car. You could hear the guys as you walked away. Coco must’ve picked up the diaper bag because you heard him call after you to ask if you had filled the thing with rocks instead of diapers, because that’s the only way it could be that heavy.

“What’d you put in there, querida?” Angel asked with a laugh as he got into the car.

“Just the essentials.”

Dinner was quiet, and just what the two of you needed. And, much to your surprise, you didn’t spend the whole evening worrying about if things were going okay back at the clubhouse. You trusted that Chucky would call if he needed assistance. You doubted that he did, though. Angel didn’t seem too flustered over it either. He checked his phone a few times just to make sure that there weren’t any missed calls or texts, but other than that he let it lie.

When the two of you got back to the clubhouse, everything was quiet. It wasn’t nearly late enough for it to be so dead, but you didn’t hear music or ruckus of any kind coming from the clubhouse. It was almost eerie.

You and Angel walked into the clubhouse to see that a large space in the center of it had been cleared of any and all furniture. Chucky had laid out all of the blankets and pillows that you had sent and clearly had come up with some of his own, and made quite the expansive play area for your daughter in the middle of the floor. She was fast asleep now, tucked safely in her favorite blanket with stuffed animals surrounding her. Chucky was sitting cross-legged next to her, just watching her to make sure that she stayed happily in her little dream world.

The icing on the cake was all of Angel’s brothers sprawled out across the blankets as well, also fast asleep. You giggled quietly as you leaned into Angel’s side, both of you walking over attempting not to wake anyone up, but especially the baby.

“Looks like you’ve had things perfectly under control here,” you whispered as you sank down and sat next to Chucky.

“Smoothest sailor out at sea,” he said back quietly with a nod.

“The boys can stay here,” you gently nudged Chucky’s shoulder, “But this little lady needs to come home with me. I’ll come by for the blankets and pillows tomorrow.”

You carefully got your daughter situated in her car seat without waking her up. Your daughter was luckily a very heavy sleeper, which would serve her well growing up surrounded by motorcycles. She hardly even flinched as you buckled her in and draped the blanket back over her again.

You hugged Chucky tight as you thanked him again, and you could tell that he felt it with his whole body, “I really appreciate you doing this for us, Chucky. Would you mind if we called on you again down the road?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” he looked back and forth between you and Angel as the three of you stood on the steps to the clubhouse, “Thank you, Angel Reyes, Y/N, for trusting me.”

“You’ve earned it, man,” Angel said with a nod.

The smile that spread across Chucky’s face could’ve melted the coldest heart in the world. The three of you said one more round of goodbye’s to each other before you and Angel headed off to the car, your sleepy daughter now in tow.

Once she was situated and you and Angel had gotten buckled in, you turned over to him with a smile on your face. He shook his head, not even needing to look at you to know that you had a smug expression.

“Just fucking say it,” he said with a laugh.

“I told you so!” you said in a loud whisper as you playfully slapped his arm.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he threw the car into drive, “Yea, yea. You told me so.”

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begin again - part two

Jax Teller x female!Reader

Summary: Y/N is back in Charming and gets a visit from a ghost of her past.

Word count: 2,5k words

Warnings: Bad language and a mention of a family member’s death (I can’t think of other warnings but feel free to point them out)

Author's note: For reference of Y/N’s childhood home, this is the house I was picturing. It’s only the exterior, you can go wild with the interior. HERE

Beta read by @crucifixedbitch

PART ONE

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Four Years Later

Never in a million years did you think you’d find yourself back in Charming and yet here you are. Life happens though and certain situations are out of your control, like the passing of your mother. You came back for her funeral, and since you’re her only surviving family, you’ve been left with the task of taking care of her affairs, including the selling of your childhood home. You look around, taking in the messy sight before you.

Stacked boxes fill the small, relatively empty, kitchen space. Eventually, all these boxes will end up in storage until you figure out what it is that you want to do with them. A costly decision, but there’s no way you’re lugging them back to Charlotte with you, and apparently, no one’s looking to buy used furniture in Charming.

“Mommy?”

A sleepy S/N’s standing at the entryway clutching his favorite toy in one hand whilst the other rubs his eyes. He shuffles over to you and throws both arms around your legs then buries his little face in them.

“Hey, ace! How was your nap?”

“It was good.” His voice comes out muffled and small. “Mommy, can we watch a movie?”

You scoop him into your arms and spin him around before you set him on your hip. “I’ve got a better idea,” you press a loving kiss to his forehead and hug him to your chest. “Why don’t we leave the house for a bit? We deserve a break from all this packing, don’t you think?”

He perks up. “Can we get ice cream? Please.”

“Ice cream… with sprinkles!”

The suggestion earns you a double kiss to the cheek and the title of ‘Best Mom in the World’! Once you set him down, he dashes out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom to grab his shoes. In the meantime, you grab your keys and purse from the breakfast table and wait for him at the front door.

“Ace?”

After a stretched pause, he calls back.

“Is everything okay?”

Concerned, you make your way down the hall and find a frustrated S/N sitting on the bedroom floor, struggling to fasten his sandals.

“Need a little help with that, ace?”

He shakes his head with a huff. “I can do it myself.”

You know better than to push him when he gets this way and so you patiently wait. It takes him a moment but he gets it done, and he looks quite pleased with himself.

“Do you have everything?”

“Yep.” He makes his way over to you and links his fingers with yours, “Do you have everything?”

You chuckle. “Yes, I do.”

You say a little prayer as you leave the house — may you not run into SAMCRO.

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A lot has changed since the last time you were here. Most of the small shops and restaurants have been shut down or replaced, including Hanna’s Diner, which has now been replaced by Benny’s, a fifties-themed diner. Cringe. It’s not really your style but S/N insists on eating here because the servers are on roller skates. Wanting to be inconspicuous, you ask to be seated in a booth on the far end of the restaurant.

Your waiter hands you a menu and gives S/N a picture to color in and a cup of Crayons. You order yourself a beverage, a milkshake for S/N, and whilst you wait for your order to arrive, you help S/N color in his picture. You’re engrossed in the task, joking about with your son, when your name is suddenly called by a familiar voice. Your heart lurches in your chest, a shiver traveling down your spine at the recognition — Gemma fucking Teller.

“Shit,” you murmur.

You focus your attention on your son, hoping she gets the message loud and clear: you’re not looking to make conversation with her. As her heels click towards you, you heavily regret leaving your house today. What were you thinking? Charming’s such a small town, you were bound to bump into a ghost of your past and it just had to be Gemma. She stops beside your table but still, you keep your head down.

“Jesus Christ, it really is you.”

Left with no choice, you force yourself to look up at the woman who once made your life miserable. “Gemma, hi.”

She smiles but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hi, sweetheart. I thought you might be back in town. I heard about your mother, I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you. I appreciate you coming over,” you muster a smile.

Gemma glances down at S/N who’s engrossed in his coloring. She looks back at you. “Cute kid. Is he yours?”

“Yeah, he is.”

“Who’s the dad?”

You look away from her. “I think you should leave, Gemma.”

“It’s Jax, isn’t it?”

Your silence is all the confirmation she needs.

“Does he know?”

“Gemma,” you plead. “Don’t do this.”

“He deserves to be in his son’s life, Y/N.”

“Oh, spare me the crap.”

She opens her mouth, preparing to fire back at you but you cut her off.

“We’re not doing this, Gemma. Not now, not ever.” You abruptly rise from your seat with a huff and grab S/N. “I’m only going to tell you this once, stay the hell away from me and my family.”

You slam the money that you owe for the drinks you ordered — but didn’t get to enjoy — onto the table, and march out of the diner.

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“Come on, ace, it’s bedtime.”

“But Mom!” he protests, throwing his head back and whines. “Only five more minutes. Please.”

S/N’s nighttime routine’s simple: bathtime before dinner, he’s allowed twenty minutes television time after dinner, then he’s got to brush his teeth, and once he’s in bed, you read him a bedtime story. It’s the same routine every night, with a few exceptions, and yet every night is the same struggle.

“We can’t keep doing this, ace.”

His eyes remain fixed on the television screen, lips parted, completely entranced.

“Ace..?”

He slowly tears his eyes from the screen, his face splitting into a toothy grin, “Yes, Mommy?”

“It’s bedtime.”

It looks like he might object, negotiate more time, but with a defeated sigh, he slides off the couch and walks over to where you’re standing. Together, you make your way to the bathroom for S/N to brush his teeth. He’s just rinsed out his mouth when light knocking sounds from the door.

“Who’s that?”

You shrug, “Probably one of Gammy’s friends coming to check on us. Why don’t you go to the bedroom to pick a book to read, okay?”

He climbs off his step stool and leaves the bathroom. The knocking sounds again and you announce that you’re coming. You open the door to find Jax Teller standing on the other side with his hands shoved deep in his jean pockets. A stunned expression flashes across his face as he takes in your appearance.

“Hey.”

“Jackson, hi.” You step out onto the porch and pull the door behind you, leaving it ajar. “What are you doing here?”

Well, that’s rude. You don’t intend for your question to come out so curt and direct but what the hell is he doing at your door? Gemma, it’s got to be Gemma, and if he’s been talking to Gemma, then he must have questions. Questions you’re not entirely ready to give him answers to. You just wish he’d picked a better time to drop by.

“I, uh, heard you were in town and I thought I’d come by to see you before you left.”

“Uh, thanks. I–”

“Mommy! Mommy!” S/N yanks the door open before you can stop him and joins you on the porch, quickly retreating behind you when he sees the man at the door. With a small voice, he tells you, “I found a book to read.”

“You did?”

He nods, his eyes fixed on Jax.

“Good.” You pick him up off the floor and press a kiss to his cheek, “Go wait in the bedroom, okay? Mommy will be there in a minute.”

You set him on the ground and he scurries back into the house, leaving you alone with Jax once again.

“I can come back another time if y–”

“No, come in.” You catch yourself off guard. Why the hell are you inviting him into your home? “Unless you’re in a hurry. I just need to put S/N to bed and I shouldn’t be long…”

“Do what you gotta do, I’ll wait.”

You let him in and he makes his way over to the living room. In the bedroom, S/N has already tucked himself under the covers and he’s paging through the book, reading from memory.

“Are you ready for storytime, ace?”

He turns to you. “Is the man gone?”

“No,” you make your way over to the bed, “he’s still here.”

“Is he Gammy’s friend?”

You chuckle as you settle on the bed beside him and press a long kiss to the top of his head. You accept the book that he hands to you and read the title aloud, “A Tiger In Space by Micki Lee.”

He nuzzles into you, his head resting on your arm as he listens to you read for him, occasionally chiming in to comment on the illustrations.

“Goodnight, ace,” you press a final kiss to his forehead, “sweet dreams, I love you.”

“Goodnight, Mommy,” he yawns and shuts his eyes.

You quietly make your way out of his bedroom, leaving his nightlight on, and make your way to the living room, bracing yourself for what’s to come. You find Jax on the couch, fiddling with his pocket chain. When he hears you walk in, his head jerks up.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry about your mom.”

You stand awkwardly, unsure of how to handle yourself. And to think the man has seen you naked. “It’s alright.”

“How long you in town?”

“Not long,” you shuffle your feet. “I have to take care of a few things before I head back. I’m putting the house up for sale.”

“Well if you need anything…”

“I know who to call. I appreciate the offer.” You give him a tight smile, “I’ll definitely keep it in mind.”

“Anyway,” he pushes onto his feet, “I should get going.”

A wave of relief washes over you as you walk him to the front door, glad that the awkwardness was coming to an end. “Thank you for stopping by.”

“It was good seeing you.”

“Likewise,” you open the door, and with a final smile, you bid him farewell.

“I guess I’ll see you around.” He steps out onto the porch and turns to you. “I’d really like to be a part of the kid’s life.”

You’re stunned speechless, unsure of how to respond to his request but you don’t have to. Jax turns and makes his way back to the tow truck parked outside your house. You watch him drive off, frozen in place, and as you shut the door, you wish you’d said more to him.

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Jax’s sudden reappearance in your life has you off-kilter and for a good portion of the next day, you don’t exactly know what to do with yourself. You’re overcome by a wave of emotions, inundated with the memories of the girl you once were. It feels like a lifetime ago but it’s only been four years. Jesus. Your love was epic, meant to last lifetimes, but shit doesn’t always go according to our plans.

In the years you’ve been apart, so much has happened. Your mother would often give you updates on Jax and the Sons. News of his incarceration affected you more than you cared to admit because a part of you always hoped that he’d see the light and distance himself from the club. ‘It’s a good thing you got away when you did, he’s a violent man. You had no future with him,’ your mother would remind you every chance she got.

You stare down at the vibrating phone that rests on the couch next to you, your boyfriend’s name glaring back at you. Worn out, you toy with the idea of allowing his call to go through to voicemail, for the fifth time this evening, but it’ll only bite you in the ass.

“Babe, hey.”

“Jesus, Y/N, where the hell have you been? I thought we agreed that you’d call me at eight.”

“I’m sorry, I was clearing out the basement and the service’s really bad down there.”

You lean into the couch, bracing yourself for an outburst that never comes. Instead, he asks about your day and S/N. He tells you that he misses you, and offers to fly to Charming to assist you with the packing. He also tells you about the puppy he saw today and how he immediately thought of S/N.

“The house feels empty when you’re not here,” he concludes.

“We miss you too. Especially S/N.” B/N came into your life shortly after S/N was born, he’s the only father he knows. “I don’t think he likes Charming very much.”

“I don’t blame him. When are you coming back?”

“Next week, I hope.”

At that moment, you hear the loud rumble of a motorcycle pulling up onto your driveway and you just know it’s Jax.

“Honey, I hate to cut this short but someone’s just pulled onto the driveway.”

“At this hour?”

“Can I call you in the morning?”

“Is it safe?”

“It’s probably a friend of my mom’s.”

A light knock sounds at the door.

“I don’t like this.”

“I promise to call you in the morning. I love you, goodnight.”

You hang up before you catch his response and toss the phone back onto the couch. Jax has his back turned to you when you open the door.

“Jax?”

He turns around and flashes you a heartwarming smile. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No,” you return his smile and step out to join him on the porch, “is everything okay?”

A serious expression settles on his face, “We need to talk, Y/N.”

It’s about S/N, you just wish he’d let it go already. “Jax, I–”

“Hear me out.”

You sigh, “Fine.”

“Look, you don’t have to tell him that I’m his old man but I’m sure he’s getting restless with no friends. He can always spend time with Abel.”

“Jax–”

“I just want to get to know my kid better, Y/N, that’s it.”

After a long pause, you ask, “You’re not going to back down from this, huh?”

He chuckles, “No, not really.”

“I’ve got conditions.”

“I’m all ears.”

“The playdate happens here.”

“Alright.”

“And you can’t stay long.”

“Fine by me.”

“And no Gemma,” you cross your arms over your chest, “you can’t tell her about this arrangement.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes. Bring Abel tomorrow around noon, he can have lunch with us. He got any allergies?”

Jax’s smile widens, “None. Thank you for agreeing to this.”

“You left me with no choice.”

“I mean it, Y/N, I appreciate it.” He leans over to press a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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PART THREE

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[bosspigeon]

if you're still bleeding

Pairing: Jax/M!Merc

Words: 2657

Summary: Jax should know better. He should know to mind his own damn business. But, unfortunately, he's well beyond "knowing better" now that he's gone and gotten tangled up with an unhinged mercenary with more knives than sense, and the scars that say the chances of him finding any sense are slim to none.

and if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.

'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.

we're setting fire to our insides for fun.

collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home,

it was a flood that wrecked this home.

- "Youth" by Daughter

CW for: implied/referenced sex, sexual humor/innuendos, references to blood, violence, and trauma, and implications of kink

Knox is a man with scars.

Jax has plenty of his own, of course, but Knox has a lot of scars. There's a story to most of them, too, and he's never shy about telling them. Hell, half the time he tells those stories completely unprompted, whether you want him to or not.

There's a scar on his chin from where Royal told him he couldn't knee slide the entire bar. There’s the ugly knot of scar tissue where his left arm used to be, where the port to his prosthetic is grafted on. There's the scar in his stomach from the mook Jax had to help him bury. There's a scar on his lip where he bit himself too hard with his freakishly sharp teeth trying to keep quiet while Jax bent him over the hood of his car outside Saints and Sinners in the wee hours of the morning.

He's particularly happy to blab the story about that one to anyone who'll listen.

But he doesn't talk about the scar across his throat.

As little clothing as he tends to wear on the day to day, ("As little as I can get away with," he says with a sleazy wink) his neck is always covered. High-collared shirts, a jauntily knotted scarf, decorative chokers and heavy leather collars always keep it covered. He'll flash his tits before he'll show his throat—but in all fairness, it's not really all that hard to get him to flash his tits.

Jax didn't even see the scar until the fourth or fifth inadvisable hate fuck, at which point he was beginning to think he didn't hate the merc quite as much as he thought, considering he kept letting the little bastard in when he showed up at the door out of nowhere—and didn't shoot him when he decided to forgo the door entirely and come in through the window. (Jax still can’t be sure how he even got to the window, seeing as Jax lives in an apartment well above ground level, but he figures he’s better off not asking.) He didn’t think to ask about it until he’d actually lost count of how many inadvisable hate-fucks there’d been, and when they’d progressed somehow from inadvisable hate-fucks to still pretty inadvisable but otherwise amicable casual fucks.

Knox was loose and relaxed, quiet in a way Jax didn't even think was possible when they first met. And, to think, all it took was shoving him face down into the pillows and thoroughly wearing him out. Usually, he rolled out of bed as soon as his legs could hold him again, commandeered Jax's shower, and used half a bottle of his expensive conditioner before he disappeared without so much as a thank you. This time, he stayed. He sprawled gracelessly across Jax's sweat-stained silk sheets, arms stretched over his head, eyes half-closed and his ever-smirking mouth curled into something softer... almost sweeter.

Jax doesn't know what possessed him to roll over, to reach out and touch, but he did. He started at the inner thigh, the bruises he'd left with teeth and then fingers, a rumbling of possessive pride stoking the banked coals of satisfaction in his belly. His knuckles skimmed the soft curve of the merc's belly, the angry red scar tissue of that knife wound, then higher still. Inked into his sternum is a coyote skull, surrounded by boldly outlined flowers that curve along the underside of his breasts. Jax was almost surprised by the softness of the design, especially in comparison to the rest of the merc's ink, like the crude stick-and-poke perforated line and little pair of scissors right above his prosthetic, or the dirty pinup of some generic muscled pretty boy on his bicep, or the peach on his inner thigh that bears an artful addition of a T-dick very much similar to Knox’s own.

He wondered vaguely if the flowers meant anything to Knox.

Before he could dwell on the uncomfortably tender direction his thoughts had taken, his fingers travelled upwards, flicking absently at one of the heavy, angular piercing through Knox's nipples. Knox huffed a rough laugh, watching the progress of Jax's hand through eyes narrowed to dozy, yellow slits.

He traced Knox's collarbone, and his body was all but melted into Jax's bed, soft and pliant. Like he belonged there.

And then Jax’s curiosity got the better of him. He saw the scar, a thin line, pale with age, but standing in stark relief against Knox's tanned skin. It sits at a bit of an angle, slicing across the middle of the merc's throat.

The second his fingers made contact, skimming that raised line of flesh, he knew he'd fucked up.

Knox's body went taut for a split second, and that was all the warning Jax got before Knox was twisting his wrist hard enough for the bones to grind together and snarling in his face like a wild animal. If his knives weren't two rooms away in his discarded pile of clothes, Jax knows he would have lost fingers.

For once, Knox didn't say anything. For once, he was dead silent, mouth a grim sneer, eyes flat and hard. He shoved Jax roughly off him and rolled out of bed. He didn't look back once, stalking out of Jax's bedroom naked, every inch of his compactly muscled body vibrating with tension. Jax heard the rustle of clothes, the jingle of buckles and zippers and a half dozen knives, and then the front door slamming shut.

He didn't see Knox again until Orla called them in for another job, and it was as if nothing had happened. He was his usual smug, annoying self, not a single break in his usual facade of irreverent humor and Napoleonic bravado.

And maybe some of Knox's reckless stupidity is rubbing off on him, because Jax can't shake the curiosity that grips him, even now. He shoves it down, naturally, because he doesn't want the batshit merc to get twitchy on him again when he's got enough knives on him at any given time to outfit a military squadron. Hell, for all Jax knows, that's the end of it. He's not going to go crawling back to Knox (even if the sex is really fucking good—it's always the crazy ones, isn’t it?) and he knows Knox won't come to him first.

Except he does, dragging Jax into one of the back rooms after a meeting with Orla, shoving him against the wall, and dropping to his knees. Things go right back to normal after that, or as normal as they ever are with Coyote Fucking Knox. And as normal as they can be once Orla oh-so-sweetly reminds him there are cameras in the back rooms, and if he doesn't want stills of his dick forwarded to the entire Mirage gang, he'll keep his and Knox's exhibitionism where she doesn't have to see it.

So Knox continues to invade Jax's privacy, steal petty shit from his apartment and/or pockets, and loudly demand that Jax fuck him hoarse (-er) if he wants him to shut up.

And he winds up tangled in Jax's sheets again, sprawled out on his belly with one leg tossed over Jax's thigh, his face smashed into a pillow, one smug yellow eye watching Jax try to catch his breath beside him.

He could let it be. It's not like this is anything but a convenience. Some fun between… well, they're definitely not friends. Coworkers, if anything, and even that's pushing it. For a while, Jax considered it a fair trade for dealing with Knox's bullshit constantly. Now, it's becoming a pattern, and when it comes to semi-regular sex with a stab-happy mercenary, patterns can be dangerous.

But he can't kill the curiosity.

He figures his best bet is being blunt. And maybe getting ready to dodge in the very likely event things go south. He doesn't touch this time, at least not where they aren't already, Knox’s knee between his legs, the skin feeling a bit feverish and clammy as the sweat cools. The urge to touch is still there—he left some nice bite marks on Knox's shoulders he'd like to reacquaint himself with—but he ignores it for now. He rolls onto his side, meets that one yellow eye with quiet consideration, and props his head up on his hand.

Knox must read the change in his face, because he goes from cat-got-the-cream contentment to a warily curious tension. Jax just goes right for the throat, so to speak. “Any chance of hearing the story behind that one?” he says, casual as anything, and nods in the vague direction of Knox’s neck.

There’s a growling noise building up behind Knox’s teeth, but he bites it back. He smiles, but it feels feral, like an animal baring its teeth looks like a smile, but it's really a threat. It looks brittle, like it'll shatter if he tightens his jaw any further.

Jax gives in to the urge, reaching out to touch, fingertips skimming down the mercenary's spine. A shiver ripples across the skin. He’s not sure if it’s the right move, but at this point, if you’re going to Hell...

“I don’t know,” Knox says flatly, and Jax is almost shocked he answered at all. There’s no inflection, no mirth. Just that broken-glass smile.

Jax snorts. Knox never fucking shuts up, that much is true, but Jax isn’t stupid. He knows when someone’s talking a lot and saying nothing of importance on purpose, and he also knows when Knox can’t deflect, he lies his ass off like he was born to do it. Even Orla barely knows anything about her least favorite favorite merc or where he came from, though the chances of her caring enough to even try to find out are slim to none. Still, he has no idea what the mercenary even has to gain from lying, especially here. "If you don't want to say anything, just tell me to fuck off."

The knife edge smile stretches wider. Tips closer to the breaking point. "Fuck off," he echoes like a parrot.

Something starts to uncurl in Jax's gut, something burbling and acidic, a nasty niggling feeling he can't quite name. "You're serious," he says, and he doesn't want to believe it, mostly because he can't imagine someone like Knox taking that sort of… personal unknown well. “Nothing?”

The smile cracks, and Knox lifts his head so Jax gets the full effect of it. His eyes are wide, wild, and suddenly that smile is too big for his face. Slowly, he sits up, and there's the scar. Old and faded, but splitting his throat neatly and boldly from east to west. He drags his thumb across it, digs it in hard enough the white scar tissue goes a bit pink. He laughs. He's never had a pleasant laugh, rough and raspy and mean. Somehow, this one is worse. “Not a lick,” he drawls, and the effort it takes him to sound so casual almost makes Jax cringe. “There’s a reason Orla found me in the fuckin’ bargain bin.” He taps his temple, his messily painted nail clicking against the chip in his head.

Jax’s eyes flick down to the scar, frowning deeply. It doesn’t make sense. Knox is deflecting again, he has to be, but there’s something in the way he’s holding himself, the tension radiating from him, the way he slumps against the headboard of Jax’s bed with his knees pulled up, not quite close enough to hug to his chest, but more like he’s thinking about it, resisting the urge to physically hold himself together and risk looking weak.

"I have nightmares, sometimes," he admits, so soft the syllables catch on the rough edges of his ragged voice. "They never make any fucking sense. I'm just… I'm choking. Something’s cutting into my neck, and there’s someone behind me, and I know them, but— But I'm guilty? I don't know for what." He laughs, bitterly brittle. "Could be fucking anything. Got a lot to be guilty for that I can remember, never mind what I can't."

He inhales, and it sounds like it hurts him, like his breath is made of shards of glass. He drags his hand down his face until he can curl his fingers around his throat so the scar doesn't show. "I just know there's this perfume Orla wears that makes me want to climb the fucking walls and I don't know why. I think I know how to play the piano, but I can’t even look at one without wanting to smash it to pieces. Sometimes I hear some… some fucking opera song, or some shit? And I know the words, and I want to sing along, but then my voice just—just cracks, and I feel like… like a broken fucking wind-up toy? It's like my head doesn't remember anything, but the rest of me does and it makes me so fucking angry. What am I missing? Why does it matter?” His voice hitches dangerously, and there’s a stab of panic in Jax’s belly, his hands twitching like they want to—to reach out? “Why can’t it just leave me the fuck alone?"

Knox squeezes his own throat so hard the skin dimples around his fingers and bleeds white where he’s cutting off bloodflow. His shoulders tremble. There's something in the furrow of his brow, the twist of his mouth, that says angry isn't the only thing it makes him, but he either doesn't have the words to say it, or he just won't, not even to himself.

The silence falls again. Jax always thought he preferred silence where Knox was concerned. Turns out he was wrong. This silence is brutal, heavy and choking and just… wrong. When Knox does see fit to break it, it's with a loud exhale that almost makes Jax start.

"Would you look at the time," the merc says loudly, shaking out his bare wrist and looking at it critically. Jax could almost laugh. Knox tosses his legs over the edge of the bed smiling crookedly over his shoulder. "I should really head out, huh? Don't wanna overstay my welcome."

Before he can think, Jax snaps a hand out and catches Knox’s hip, squeezing. Not enough to stop him if he really wants to go, but enough to give him pause. Once again, Jax counts himself lucky they rarely make it to the bedroom before one or both of them are naked, which means all those knives are somewhere by the door, or scattered across his coffee table, or in the leather jacket tossed over the back of his couch. Coyote turns slightly, just enough to eyeball him. Just one yellow eye.

There's a lot Jax could say, a lot he even wants to, but there's something raw in that one yellow eye, something wary and broken that just wants to hide somewhere quiet and lick its wounds. They've been at this for way too fucking long at this point, Jax should know what to do with that, shouldn't he?

Maybe he does.

He snorts. "When the fuck have you ever cared about overstaying your welcome?" He smacks Knox's hip just on the wrong side of gentle, and rolls over. "You're not leaving until you help me change these sheets. Hell, maybe if I'm feeling generous, I'll let you back in bed after we shower."

He pushes up to his feet and stretches out the kinks in his muscles, allowing himself to luxuriate in the pleasant soreness leftover from their romp. Knox is quiet behind him, and he can't really think of when he actually started to trust the crazy bastard enough to turn his back to him.

Knox makes a rough little sound, something not quite a laugh. "Is that an order, Sir?" he asks, low and raspy-sweet.

Jax glances back with a raised eyebrow. "Do I need to make it one?"

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MK X Pacific Rim AU Concept

You ever get an AU idea in your head and go absolutely feral for a bit putting it all on paper?  Me neither, until now!  This isn’t so much a fic as just a detailed wiki-style outline, but hopefully it will still be fun to read!  I had a ton of fun figuring out how to translate all these concepts and backstories into the PR world. If anyone feels like doing anything with these ideas they’re absolutely welcome, just please credit me and link back to this post if you do!  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to write this into some massive longfic, but I definitely hope to do some shorts in this ‘verse. I brainstormed this with a bunch of people, and got some fun ideas from @sxvethelastdance​, @bastardsunlight​, and @fallen-angel-lucifer- thank you guys so much for humoring all this!​

Pan Pacific Defense Corps Marshal Raiden was a legendary Mark 1 pilot dating back to when the program was first launched.  Based out of the Shatterdome in Tokyo, he and his brother Fujin, in their Jaeger Thunderbolt Gale, were the first line of defense from Kaiju attacks headed westward from the breach for five grueling years. However, they met their match in Motaro, the first Category 3 Kaiju to make landfall on Hokkaido, and when Fujin was torn from their Jaeger and killed, Raiden was forced to take down the creature solo- a feat replicated only twice since. The physical and emotional toll of that day led to his retirement from active combat, but he remained in the PPDC as a commander, as well as a mentor of other pilots.  When the Jaeger program was decommissioned, he was the last one to retain his faith in it, and took up leadership over the few remaining Jaegers at the Shatterdome in Hong Kong for one final stand against the Kaiju. Current Pilots:

Liu Kang and Kung Lao Jaeger: White Lotus Original base: Hong Kong

The home base heroes of the Hong Kong Shatterdome, pilots Liu Kang and Kung Lao are the top graduates and darlings of the Wu Shi Jaeger Academy.  Raised together in a martial arts sect before the first breach and drift compatible since their ranger training began, they are nearly inseparable- though Kung Lao has never quite forgotten how Liu Kang's scores just barely edged out his own in their individual skill assessments, and he strives constantly to prove himself his partner's equal (despite Liu Kang's insistence that such competition is unnecessary). Their Jaeger, White Lotus, is a well-rounded, powerful machine, featuring high-powered flamethrowers, as well as a system of fuel vents that allow it to set its fists alight and heat them to brutal temperatures in close-quarters battle. For ranged combat, it utilizes a circular blade mounted to its head, which can be thrown like a boomerang with enough force to slice through buildings. 

Kitana and Jade Jaeger: Edenia Glory Original Base: Lima

Interplanetary refugees, Kitana and Jade escaped to Earth after their homeworld was attacked and overrun by Kaiju invaders.  Their spacecraft crashed in the middle of the Amazon rainforest, and though they immediately searched for civilization in order to warn Earth’s people of what was to come, the first wave of attacks had already begun.  After making their way to Lima, they volunteered to put their combat skills and close bond to use as rangers in the South American Jaeger program. Together they have defended the coasts of Chile and Peru since the Mark-2 days, though between battles, they spend their time in communication with the PPDC and the U.N., sharing what information they can about the Kaiju and other alien life previously unknown on Earth. Their Jaeger, Edenia Glory incorporates technological elements from their original planet not used in any other Jaeger, and is lithe, fast, and deadly, with a style focused primarily on precision bladework rather than hand to hand brawling.  Its name is a tribute to their lost homeworld, and they use it to great effect to prevent Earth from suffering the same fate.

Sonya Blade and Jackson "Jax" Briggs (later Johnny Cage) Jaeger: Flawless Victory Original Base: Los Angeles

Both Lt. Sonya Blade and Maj. Jax Briggs had successful careers in the U.S military behind them when the first Kaiju came ashore and attacked San Francisco.  Though at the time, Sonya was in the field pursuing the criminal Kano, she returned to the states when her friend and superior officer, Jax, suggested that they might be good candidates for the newly-formed ranger program.  He proved to be right, and the two did time at the Shatterdomes in both Los Angeles and Anchorage, fighting off Kaiju from Canada to Mexico, and became well-admired figures within the military for their ascent.  Though far from unscathed, the ostentatiously-named Flawless Victory is the last American Jaeger left standing by the time the program is decommissioned and is a tank of a machine, sacrificing some speed for the greatest physical strength of any Jaeger still on the field. Like the other American Jaegers, for long range combat it favors plasma cannons and explosives- particularly a ring-shaped plasma blast with wider coverage than the usual single beam- but it is at its most effective when delivering a crushing beatdown up close and personal. Johnny Cage is the star of a popular series of action films dramatizing the battles of the Jaegers and Kaiju, and to many civilians at home, is as much the face of the Jaeger program as its real members.  He has a secret ambition to become an actual pilot and has an impressive record in simulations, but because of his celebrity status (and his personality), Marshal Raiden and the other Jaeger teams refuse to consider him as a true contender.  However, when a vicious fight with two Kaiju at once leaves both of Jax's arms shattered, taking him out of commission as a pilot for the foreseeable future, Sonya is forced to accept Johnny as her new co-pilot in order to keep Flawless Victory in the fray where it is needed. Despite her irritation with him, they turn out to be drift compatible, and become a formidable duo in their own right.

Hanzo Hasashi and Kuai Liang Jaeger: Phantom Vengeance Original Base: Nagasaki

From the Nagasaki Shatterdome, the bright yellow Mark-3 Jaeger Shirai Ryu defended the coast of the Yellow Sea across three countries.  Its building was overseen by its husband and wife pilots, Hanzo and Harumi Hasashi, and it was named for the legendary warrior clan from which Hanzo claimed descent.  It was in service for four years, though Hanzo and Harumi always spent as much time as possible between missions with their young son Satoshi, who lived with them in their quarters at the base so that his parents could still have a part in raising him in a world that would not guarantee a reunion for families who choose to separate. Across the sea based in Shanghai was an organization known as the Lin Kuei, a private military contractor funded by shadowy, unknown sources.  Though its bread and butter was anti-Kaiju weaponry, it also began to develop its own Jaegers- the only ones outside the PPDC, created from illicitly obtained blueprints, and hireable for the right price.  Its crown jewel was a small, stealthy machine called simply Sub-Zero, unique for its proficiency underwater and tendency to use coolant as a weapon rather than fire or explosives, and piloted by two brothers- Bi-Han and Kuai Liang. When the massive Kaiju Kintaro directly attacked the Nagasaki Shatterdome, Shirai Ryu was the only Jaeger left to defend it. Desperate, the Hasashis attempted to contact the Lin Kuei, as they were closer than the nearest other Shatterdome in Tokyo.  They received no response and were forced into battle alone, and though they prevailed, the price was too high- not only Harumi’s life when part of their cockpit was crushed, but Satoshi’s as well, buried in the wreckage of the base.  In his grief, Hanzo blamed the Lin Kuei- particularly Bi-Han, with whom he had never gotten along- for what he perceived as a failure to act due to greed and amorality. What Hanzo did not know that day was that they were experiencing the first double event in history, and Sub-Zero and the Lin Kuei were under attack by the Kaiju Sheeva at the same time.  The Kaiju hivemind had figured out Sub-Zero’s usual strategy of attacking from the water, and were ready with an acidic bite that tore a hole in the cockpit, which rapidly flooded.  After a similar failure to make contact with Shirai Ryu, Bi-Han was swept out into the sea and presumably drowned (though his body was never recovered), but Kuai Liang, despite a bleeding face and water up to his neck, managed to kill the Kaiju mere moments before Sub-Zero ceased to function. After his release from medical, a furious Kuai Liang set off immediately for the remains of the Nagasaki Shatterdome to confront Hanzo for his failure to respond to the attack, since Shanghai was within Nagasaki's area of coverage. Both blinded by rage, they nearly got into a fistfight in the middle of the base, but once they realized what had truly happened, their anger cooled.  They bonded over their grief, and the unfathomable experience of having to pilot a Jaeger alone after such loss- and in the process, discovered they were drift compatible, and that they both wished to continue the fight in retaliation for what the Kaiju had done to their families. Their new Jaeger, Phantom Vengeance, is a strange sight- constructed from salvaged pieces of both Sub-Zero and Shirai Ryu (along with some newer tech to fill the gaps), it looks as much like a walking ghost as its pilots. However, it should not be underestimated based on its appearance. Quick and light (for a Jaeger), it features a retractable grappling hook to drag Kaiju into the range of its blasts of powerful coolant, and a devastating grip to snap them like twigs once frozen. 

Other Players:

After the destruction of Sub-Zero and the defection of Kuai Liang, the Lin Kuei concluded that the problem with the Jaeger program was the human element of drift compatibility, which limited the number of possible pilots and held them back due to concern for their partners in battle.  Therefore, in secret, they began a series of horrific experiments, fusing subjects with their Jaegers to operate more like batteries than true pilots, and erasing their memories through drugging and electric shock in order to create blank minds that could operate together without the complications of emotion.  Assassins Cyrax and Sektor, along with Kuai Liang’s close friend Tomas Vrbada, were among the subjects of this initiative, forced to operate a three-armed machine called Triborg.

Shang Tsung is a scientist, shunned from the academic community and at times running afoul of the law for his unethical- if not outright twisted- biological experiments. He and Marshal Raiden have crossed paths in the past, and though no one knows the details, their enmity towards each other is clear. However, in his desperation after the decommissioning of the Jaeger program, Raiden had Shang Tsung brought from prison to the Hong Kong Shatterdome, and gave him access to whatever parts he needed to find a way to destroy the Kaiju- by any means necessary. Shang Tsung agreed partly because of the money offered, but mostly because the world's destruction would throw quite the wrench into his own personal goals. (And maybe because it was deeply satisfying- and perhaps useful- to have the Marshal in his debt.) Where his allegiance will lie at the end of the day, however, is anyone's guess. 

For such experiments, one needs a steady supply of Kaiju parts, and for contraband like that, Raiden had to look even lower- to the crime syndicate the Black Dragon, led by Kano and including his associates, Kabal and Erron Black.  Though once mercenaries dealing in everything from illicit arms trading to assassination, the Black Dragon followed the money and and put all their resources into the trafficking of Kaiju parts.  With demand so high, they have become immensely powerful, but their involvement with the PPDC in the name of greater profits ends up bringing Kano face to face with his old nemesis, Sonya Blade- with predictably violent results.

Nightwolf was the historian of the Matoka tribe, which had long ago predicted a great cataclysm that would bring about the end of life on earth.  Though he had been skeptical that such legends were real, when that cataclysm came to pass in the form of the Kaiju invasion, Nightwolf was not content to merely await a prophesied destruction.  He left home and applied for the ranger program, but although he trained toward being a pilot and had the necessary combat skills, he never found a partner with whom he was drift compatible.  Rather than dwell on this with resentment, he pivoted his focus into other ways he could help, and found his place as a technician and LOCCENT officer.  Transferred to Hong Kong after the decommissioning of the Jaeger program, he was the rangers’ primary point of communication with the base while in battle.

Though most of the world fears the Kaiju, there are also those who worship them, and such admiration has evolved over the years into a full-blown religion.  The shadowy high priest of this cult is Quan Chi, who claims that the Kaiju have been sent by the God of Death himself- to end the days of humans on Earth as we so richly deserve.  Recently, a strange, hollow-eyed man calling himself Noob Saibot has appeared like a shadow at Quan Chi’s side, serving as his personal bodyguard against all threats and a fellow ardent believer in the inevitability of humanity’s destruction. Mileena is a grotesque fusion of Kaiju DNA with that of Kitana, which was stolen against her will when she was injured and bled during the invasion of Edenia. She enters Earth as a general of the Kaiju, connected to their hivemind, along with the first Category 5 to ever come through the breach, Goro.  Together, they intend to ensure the will of their creator and the ruler of the Anteverse- Shao Kahn- is carried out.

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Here we go! Just fired up the TAPAS Tumblr. Posting a few things both old and new, starting with this banner.

We unveiled this a year ago, at the beginning of what we call "Phase Two", and it depicts the characters from nine original IPs we hope to create. Let's give them a little skim.

TAPAS logo by Sadie Allen

Trent Kane from "Better Yet?" created by Mason Ellison art by Casey Gosselin

Official Summary: "Life has reached a low point for Trent. Following a failed suicide attempt, months of therapy, medication, and a stay in the hospital, Trent has gotten over his suicidal thoughts but still struggles with his depression. Sent across the country to be taken in by his aunt and recover away from the judgmental eyes of his community, Trent is forced to face his problems and his flaws in the company of his overprotective aunt, emotionally distant uncle, and tactless cousin."

This was our first major fiction project, and half of kicking off Phase Two - to date it's the only story to be launched in any capacity. It was done as an audio drama, and I like to think we presented something pretty good.

Zaya and Airi from "Keys & Kingdoms: The Choices" created by Sage Mann art by Casey Gosselin

Official Summary: "In a cosmos that calls itself simply Cosmos, magical things abound. Zaya is a young neo-fairy, a recently-born creature of pure magical energy, fascinated by the world and how she may protect it. Having found her nemesis in Jax, a priestess of the fiery serpent god Apep who seeks to burn down the gods' creations, Zaya aims to put a team of heroes together to put an end to this sinister plot. Assisted by Airi, a small gargoyle who lives as a street urchin, they assemble a team of amateur adventurers from all walks of life to march against Jax and put a stop to Apep's destructive schemes."

The "Keys & Kingdoms" universe, well, hopefully hasn't fallen too far from what it once was as the main focus of the TAPAS enterprise, we've become super-invested in a certain non-original IP... we'll talk about that thing later, hopefully K&K is still a companion piece to that thing.

"Keys & Kingdoms" is a fantasy universe and RPG campaign setting which started its life with the notion of combining the two places we spend most of our time: the high-fantasy realm of a Dungeons & Dragons campaign, and the sort of universe where Disney fairytale musicals take place. "The Choices" is a small-scale story we're telling in that universe as a way to introduce it; hopefully the RPG and even more stories will follow!

Daniel Hudson from "Luno Canyon" created by Naty Jenfjord art by Stacy Lord

Official Summary: "Daniel Hudson is a twelve-year-old, self-proclaimed paranormal investigator, like his mother before him prior to her recent, mysterious death. To heal and bring the family together, Daniel's father takes a job opportunity in distant Luno Canyon, Arizona. Little do they know that Luno Canyon is where strange things are... where the strange things Daniel seeks live. Armed with his mother's old tape recorder, Daniel logs all he learns about the supernatural in Luno Canyon: the vampires, werewolves, and much darker things that lurk in the shadows."

Initially inspired by "The Magnus Archives", this audio serial will be part character blog, part found-footage. Excited for this one to come around, after the ones we're currently working on - Naty's projects definitely have more of an air of appealing to kids, and that... that would just be pretty sweet, to have people grow up on our stuff.

Gurichi and Kashya from "Mina" created by Sage Mann art by Stacy Lord

Official Summary: "In the tiny world of faeries, young village boy Gurichi dreams every night of Mina, a faerie girl his own age, living in a big city far across the world. Gurichi has never met Mina in person, he doesn't even know for sure if she truly exists, but every night he dreams of the experiences of her entire day, and he's grown very fond of her. When his village is invaded and Gurichi alone escapes with his life, he is encouraged by Kashya, a blind cave faerie who has already lost her home to these same invaders, to venture out into the world and see if he can find the all-too-literal girl of his dreams."

A short and sweet mini-series - not every fantasy world needs endless lore and exploration, after all. Silly me, I've neglected to mention the medium in which we'll be telling the majority of these stories - one might call them motion comics. Not quite animated. We might call them "anemics", but that gets a really visceral response from people. Didn't realize anemia was such a sensitive topic. Regardless, it's a process we're only just beginning to master. Teasers for our first few big fantasy stories will be coming along sometime soon.

Miwa Raisuelmo and Rabel from "Spaced Out!" created by Naty Jenfjord art by Naty Jenfjord, color by Stacy Lord

Official Summary: "Miwa is a teenaged fighter pilot from the planet Lactarion, daughter of the high general of the planet's forces. She is constantly under the guidance of the artificial intelligence Rabel, a gift from her father to keep a close eye on her following the death of her elder brother, an ace pilot himself. Though Miwa and her father are not close, she is known to be the one soft spot of this indomitable master of war. During a skirmish with space pirates, she crash-lands on Earth and is taken in by a group of college roommates. Miwa must now live in hiding, away from both the governments of Earth and the enemies of Lactarion, who have broadcast the location of the general's one weakness. In spite of the galactic threat, Miwa finds comfort in the penthouse apartment of her resucers, and shenanigans ensue which might be described as wacky."

This is the one we, well, knew the least about, hence having the longest summary, we basically had to spell it out to ourselves. Basically, yeah, long space-opera introduction to what turns out to be a pretty chill sitcom, with handfuls of alien foes still turning up now and then.

Reese Howell and Depression from "Depression & Me" created by Naty Jenfjord art by Naty Jenfjord, color by Stacy Lord

Official Summary: "Reese is in a dark spot in their life; struggling with employment, distant from their family, with no real friends, and grappling with their own gender expression. One day, Reese hits rock bottom, and finds in their home a tall shadowy figure which identifies itself as Depression. Reese must now deal with not only the symptoms and disorder that depression brings to their life, but also its manifestation as a freeloading roommate that no one but Reese can see."

Nice high-concept for a... what might it be? Comic strip? Another motion-comic but with much shorter episodes? We'll see.

Tom Burroughs and Harriet Sheldon from "Some Sweet Kind of Vampire" created by Sage Mann art by Stacy Lord

Official Summary: "Tom is nothing special. Gloomy and disaffected, he's mechanically making his way through college at a prestigious Virginia campus. Just starting his sophomore year, he makes the startling discovery that his roommate Harriet is not only a vampire who has herself been drifting aimlessly through life for over fifty years, but is deeply attracted to him. With his childhood friends at his side, Tom explores the secret supernatural world he now has no choice but to be able to see now that the veil has been lifted, while also exploring the intimidating depths of Harriet's feelings for him, feelings he is not ready to return."

At this point we come upon stories which are very, very far in the future before we attempt to produce them. This is actually the oldest story on the slate, but its time hasn't come yet. It's based on the paranormal romance trend, of course, good-naturedly ribbing on its usual melodrama by making it a romantic comedy. Hopefully we can whip it out in just the right decade in the future to capitalize on 2010s nostalgia!

Iris from "Iris" created by Sage Mann art by Stacy Lord

Official Summary: "In a distant future Earth ravaged by heat and disease, nature has taken back much of what humanity stripped from it. As small pockets of civilization slowly return, Longsaddle University has created genetic experiments known as Abominations, ever testing the capabilities of these human/animal hybrids to see how mankind might conquer Earth once more. Longsaddle's enemies, the underground rebellion called Gaia, have acquired five Abominations and given the young mutants not only their freedom, but also a chance to join their cause and make the world a better place; but Iris, the eldest and loneliest of the Abominations, has no hope for the soul of a world that would have allowed her to be born."

A companion piece to SSKV, the dystopian future to the paranormal romance of, like... that decade. This trend went in a weird direction, always ended up more about the cool factions than the actual politics, didn't it? Well, we'll see where this goes. It's had a lot of identities over the years, but it seems to be heading in a direction relating to caring for one's mental health, and... drastic revolution!

Holly Ford from "Page Turners" created by Naty Jenfjord and Sage Mann art by Naty Jenfjord, color by Stacy Lord

Official Summary: "Holly is an adventurous nine-year-old girl from a big city, visiting her grandpa in his rural little town and loving her chance to explore over the summer. At the local library, Holly finds a long-hidden magical book containing all of the stories known to humanity and the power to bring these stories to life. The book is infected with dark magic, and the fairy tales that play out in the town are the darkest possible variant. Holly and four local kids must team up with a secret clan of fairies and pixies to turn the book from evil to good, one page at a time, while avoiding an enemy who seeks to use the book for a dark purpose."

This story is meant to be a nice piece of nostalgic throwback for all kids of the 80s and 90s, whatever you watched after school, whether it was magical-girl anime, low-budget cartoons on PBS or HBO, or the strangely twisted live-action children's films of the time.

So, that's it, thanks for reading the first post to the TAPAS Tumblr. More to come, we'll be bringing just about everything over here! We've been having a bit of a rough time... and I know this because every time I type that something is going to happen in the future I have a gigantic panic attack.

Members of TAPAS who beat us to Tumblr:

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Mortal Kombat (2021) Review

Well, well, well....here we are, a Mortal Kombat movie -- not the first, obviously. I will say, it's much better than both films from the 1990s. I will also say that, for the most part, I enjoyed it more than "Mortal Kombat 11" and its garbage DLC "Aftermath."

Come for me all you want, but I am standing by my thoughts on that game and its DLC.

Overall, I did like this new "Mortal Kombat" movie. It was entertaining. However, I have...a lot of issues with it, too, pertaining to lore, acting, and special effects.

What was the best part of this movie? If I had to pick one? Oh, definitely Hiroyuki Sanada as Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion. He is one of the best Japanese actors working today. He's one of the best actors working today. Having him play such an important character was probably the best choice the producers made.

Also, quick side note: Hiroyuki is 60 years old. HOW?! I mean, he doesn't look 20, but 60? I have my doubts.

Also, this is the first time I've heard him speak English. Interesting.

Another wise decision the producers made for this movie is casting Josh Lawson as Kano. I don't like Kano. He's a dick, but Josh gave the idiot a sort of douchebag charm that you couldn't help but be amused by.

So, what did I like, broken down:

Josh Lawson and Hiroyuki Sanada

The opening scene and final fight were the best scenes in the movie. Fantastically done, both of them.

Some cute little references to MK lore: a picture of Nightwolf, the use of "flawless victory," the use of "fatality," some suspiciously MK-sounding music cues, the massive statue of Shao Kahn...There were some nice fan service moments.

The fights, even the training ones, were all entertaining. Kind of like with "Godzilla vs Kong," the action is one of the strongest points of "Mortal Kombat" (2021).

The concept of the dragon brand to indicate who would fight in MK tournaments was actually a great choice. It does give the writers an excuse to not worry about including EVERY MK character; only the ones who have been "chosen" can fight at this time. It makes sense, it works, it's intriguing.

Kung Lao slicing Nitara in half (Sorry, Nitara -- love ya, Girl!) with his "spinning hat" technique was probably the most Mortal Kombat kill of the movie. It was extremely graphic, bloody, gross, over-the-top...it was perfect.

Hanzo toasting Bi-Han with his classic fire breath was a badass move if I ever saw one.

I did like how Mileena's mouth "worked" in this movie. She had sharp teeth and reddened skin(?) around her mouth to indicate that there was something not quite right with her face. Then she gets pissed later in the movie and opens her jaw completely, revealing an almost snake-like mouth, the skin tearing in the process. It was pretty badass. I liked it.

I actually liked Raiden a lot in this movie. I don't particularly like him in the games (don't come for me -- it's just my opinion) but I thought he was awesome in this movie, a truly intimidating but wise presence. His lack of full assistance made more sense in this movie, too (again, don't come for me because this is just my opinion).

The special effects were sometimes quite good. Sub-Zero's ice powers were well made, for example. Another example is Goro, who was fantastic (so much better than he did in the 1995 movie).

The backstory behind the main weapon of Hanzo was a pleasant surprise: it was a gardening tool to being with, and he just so happened to find it and turn it into a weapon.

Mixed thoughts:

The acting was decent overall. The only two I thought did great were Josh Lawson and Hiroyuki Sanada, but everyone else was ok. Some of the performances got a little hammy at times, but...I'm not going to take too many points off for that.

I liked Mileena but also was disappointed. She wasn't as malicious and flirty as she normally is; like she was watered down in this movie for some reason. However, she still was a dangerous fighter and her mouth was crazy! 👄

What I didn't like:

Some things didn't look so great. When Jax lost his arms, it looked...well it looked like blatant CGI. The lighting barrier Raiden created to protect his fighters from Shang Tsung looked pretty cheap as well. Some set pieces looked a bit too much like set pieces. I know we're on a set because this is a movie. However, when it looks kind of obvious, it really distracts you. I know this is a Marvel movie or something, but I think the special effects and sets could have looked a bit more refined.

I preferred the Quan Chi twist in regards to the death of Hanzo's family. It provided a much more complicated revenge story, and...I just think it was a better choice than making Bi-Han the murderer, like in this movie. I get that if they did use the Quan Chi twist, this movie would have become, like, 5 hours long or something, and would have had yet another character to develop (or attempt to develop). Still, it's not my favorite take on the Sub-Zero vs Scorpion story. So...meh.

Reptile looked impressive. He was more like a ... reptile than usual, you know, as opposed to a humanoid reptile creature. However, he didn't speak and didn't wear any armor, and his role in the movie seemed forced. It felt more like a badly executed fan service moment, like, "Heeeyyyy, it's Reptile, Guys! Ok, kill him because we have too many characters already...."

Cole was a likable guy, but I didn't see a point in his character being in the movie. He isn't an MK character from the games, and this just doesn't seem like the time to make a new character for the franchise. There are so many more MK characters to choose from, I think they could have avoided making up someone.

At the same time, though, this movie does suffer from having too many characters to focus on: Cole Young, Kano, Sonya Blade, Jax Briggs, Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Reptile, Mileena, Reiko, Kabal, Shang Tsung, Raiden, Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion, Bi-Han/Sub-Zero, Goro, Nitara...I mean, damn, that's a bunch of characters to cram into one two-hour film. People who know little to nothing about MK may not be bothered by this, but fans like myself most likely will feel disappointed with how certain characters were handled in the movie.

Reiko, what...did they do to you? Did...he even need to be in the movie? I mean, he was just.....there.

Having the concept of "arcana" was just...I don't know. It wasn't a terrible idea but it also made things even less believable. No one got their unique traits due to some sort of weird-ass prophecy or whatever in the games. I suppose the writers used this "arcana" thing as a way to keep the movie flowing and avoid having it be hours long. However, it just didn't sit right with me.

I know this movie is only two hours but I would have liked a little more development for Mileena, Reiko, and even Kabal. Kabal gave us the short version of what happened to him but, again, it was so quick. Like, blink and you'll miss it. I think Mileena and Kabal are two very interesting characters in MK, and having them be so one-dimensional was disappointing.

Hanzo was barely in this movie. It seemed....weird to me. Bi-Han was out there wrecking everyone's shit and Hanzo was somehow trapped in the Netherrealm until Cole was forced to fight Bi-Han one-on-one? I mean, eh? They chose the absolute best actor to play Hanzo but didn't use him much.

I was so disappointed to see Kung Lao killed off. I mean, characters that die in MK games don't always stay dead but still....he was so much fun in this movie (as he should be).

I didn't care for the portrayal of Nitara at all in this movie.

I didn't hate "Mortal Kombat" (2021), but I didn't love it, either. I'd watch it again, and I would watch a sequel, but there is definitely room for improvement. There is a lot of potential for the next MK movie(s) to be much better (this movie had clear potential, too, to be honest). I just hope that maybe the writers will realize this if a sequel is made.

Final grade: C+

[seeingstarks]

Flesh for Fantasy

please do not claim my writing as your own, i will have this posted on here and quotev. i made this a few months ago but hesitated to post it since the ship is not so common. i will not tolerate hate and yes i do take requests, i am new to doing this through tumblr but i hope it goes well. love yinz.

pairing : damien darhk x sara lance cw : cursing, sword/katana fighting, kissing, drinking, mentions of fire and death, drunk john constantine and mick rory, implied sexual jokes, french kissing, SMUT, male recieving oral, gag reflex, moaning, breast touching etc., female being fingered by male, sex a/n : i just wanted to be safe with adding triggers since this is my first story i'm posting on here. <3 probably some spelling errors.

It was a normal day for Sara and the rest of The Legends. Well, as normal as time travelling could get. They were all still trying to figure out how great of a threat Mallus was. The team was still mourning the loss of there beloved friend and team-member, Martin Stein. They had recently got back from Earth-X. Mick had met a doppleganger to Leanord Snart, that was gay and asked to be called Leo. Sara had decided to let most of the team figure stuff out, John Constantine had surprised her last night by sneaking his way onto the Waverider, all she honestly wanted was something easy to take care of before having to take on Mallus with the team. Sara left Nate in charge of the Waverider. Sara decided to take Ray with her out on the current mission, she would call for more backup if need be.

They were set on a mission in the 1980's. It was only a level five anachronism, for now. "Do you even know what we're looking for?" Ray asked Sara as the two of them made there way off the Waverider, wearing 80's garb. "I thought Gideon filled you in, I told her to." Sara replied to him as they continued walking, they were making there way to what seemed to be a music festival. "Jax is doing a few repairs on the Waverider, I think he may have broke Gideon." Ray attempted to joke with Sara a bit, but she wasn't having any of it. Sara never gave herself a chance to mourn the loss of Stein. She didn't want to seem weak in front of the rest of the team. "Someone assassinates Billy Idol and it royally screws up the timeline from now until 2018. Who better to go after the assassin then one of their own kind?" Sara questioned Ray rhetorically. Ray could honestly tell that something was up with Sara, he wanted to help but she would hopefully tell him when she was ready. "How is that only a level five anachronism? In my opinion, I think it should be about a eight or even a nine." Ray rubbed at the back of his neck, they were nearing the music festival entrance now. "I don't know, maybe it became less of a threat because they could sense me coming." Sara rolled her eyes up at Ray ever so playfully. Sara saw the entrance, "We need to find somewhere to blend in and to find the assassin before they get a chance to get anywhere near Billy Idol." she informed Ray before mixing in with a crowd of people.

"These people reek of cocaine." Ray implied while following Sara. "Never smelled the stuff before?" Sara teased Ray as she kept her eye out for the assassin. "If you can't handle it, then maybe you should go back to the Waverider." Sara stated confidently. Ray could definitely tell that something was up with Sara now. She would never leave the rest of the team on the Waverider or want to be out on the field alone at that. "I'm not leaving you out here alone, I can handle the smell." Ray responded as he plugged up his nose with his hand, causing Sara to roll her eyes yet again. She was getting really impatient with Ray, it wasn't even his fault. Holding emotion in for Sara was never a good thing, ever. Sara glanced around at the stage, seeing if she could spot anything. No luck. Ray also scanned the place, he looked at the guards. They all seemed normal except for one, it was a young woman that had glowing red eyes. Ray tapped Sara on the shoulder and pointed up to where the figure was standing. It was Nora Darhk, possessed by Mallus. Sara growled under her breath, "What!?" she yelled at Ray before looking up, "Oh." Sara's eyes now met with possessed Nora. "I'm going to call for backup. We have Nora and the assassin to deal with. No offense, but I don't think that you can handle her all on your own. I'm going to call for Amaya and Zari." Sara informed Ray as he nodded in reply, "Are you sure that you will be okay facing the assassin alone?" "Yeah, it will be a piece of cake for me. All I have to do is find them." Sara growled under her breath again, thinking about who the assassin might be. Since Nora was here, it was no doubt that it was Damien trying to mess with her and the team. Sara honestly wished that she killed Damien when she first got the chance to, but for some reason she always hesitated. Sara was hoping that Ray didn't come to the same conclusion that she did, but he was honestly more focused about the fact that Amaya was joining in on the mission. "Amaya-but-I'm still getting over our breakup. I mean, I still love her and I honestly still want to be with her but I respect our choice." Ray stated as he felt someone tap his shoulder, causing him to turn around swiftly. It was Amaya and Zari, they came from the Waverider to help out as Sara asked them to. "Look, I don't care who was with who. I only care that we get this mission done and over with so I can finally get some peace and quiet." Sara told Ray harshly, which made him frown. "Hey-uh, Sarah, there is no reason to be that mean. I know that we are all mourning in our own ways but that gives you no reason to bring others down with you." Amaya stated truthfully as she pulled Ray into a awkward hug, trying to cheer him up. It had been a while since Ray and Amaya broke up, he was still trying to get over her, she was dealing with her own breakup issues involving Nate. "I guess you're right. I've lost so many people in my life before though." Sara looked down as she was thinking about her sister for a moment, then shaking away any bad thoughts she was having. "We have all lost people. It's part of the job description." Zari added while standing there awkwardly. Sara took a moment and looked at there surroundings. She saw a glimpse of white hair, causing her to take a double take. She was certain that Damien was somewhere near the stage. "I'll look for the assassin and you three take care of Nora, don't get yourself killed." Amaya, Zari, and Ray made there way off to find Nora. Sara started to push her way through the crowd and made her way toward where she last saw that glimpse of white hair. Damien Darhk could be anywhere by now.

Sara eventually made her way through the crowd, security was posing to be a problem though. "Move, or I will slice your throats." she threatened the two men standing in front of her, she knew that she would be able to take them down easily. The security moved out of her way swiftly, they honestly looked scared out of their minds. Little did Sara know that the two men were scared of their boss, Damien Darhk, and not her. Sara took careful steps backstage, looking around every corner. Still no Damien. "Nate, can you see anything?" Sara asked over the com, before Nate even got a chance to answer, she spotted Damien. "Yeah, he's right in front of-" Nate was cut off. Sara approached Damien Darhk, "Now, what would a guy like you need to assassinate Billy Idol for?" she questioned Damien as she pulled out her swords. "He has poor taste in music." Damien implied which caused Sara to roll her eyes at him.

"That's not a valid reason to kill someone." Sara retorted as she made sure Damien didn't even take one step closer, "Look who's talking, we've both killed before. I could kill your sister over and over, as many times as I pleased if I wanted to." His comment caused Sara to growl under her breath, she wanted to kill him right then and there. She stepped closer to him which caused Damien to shake his finger at her, "Step any closer and I will tell Nora to kill your friends." "You're lying! I sent all three..." Sara stopped herself from telling Damien how many people were out on the mission but utterly failed. "I know that they are all safe!" Damien could tell that he had hit a nerve with Sara, which caused him to make his signature smirk.  The team was safe but were struggling as they fought Nora. Ray made the decision himself to call for even more backup. Jax managed to pull himself together enough in order to fight. Nate didn't exactly have to go, but he would do anything to be around Amaya. Leo was ready to help out his new friends too. That left John Constantine and Mick Rory on the Waverider. Whoever thought it was a good idea to leave those two alone and unsupervised on the Waverider were batshit crazy. They were all lucky if it wasn't on fire by the time they all got back. Sara had no clue of all this happening. Sara rolled her eyes as she started to drag her feet closer, hoping that Damien wouldn't notice. That worked until she ended up dropping one of her swords. "Shit." she mumbled under her breath as Damien sent a piercing glare her way. "I honestly wasn't up for fighting this time around but you asked for it." Damien stated with a loud huff as he walked toward Sara, picking up one of her swords and then walking back. "If we're gonna fight, can we at least make it a fair one!?" Sara questioned Damien harshly. "Deal." he responded swiftly as they were literally about to have a sword fight backstage. Damien shooed away all the other people who were around. Sara was curious as to why no one backstage batted there eye once at two people holding swords, ready to fight. She shrugged it off because she knew that she had to prepare for the unexpected when fighting Damien, "By fair I mean no magic." Sara made sure she made the rules clear, causing Damien to roll his eyes. "Less talking, more fighting!" he yelled. Sara grasped at the hilt of her katana, squaring her body up as she was now ready for battle. Damien did the same, but he was the one to make the first move. The other katana that Damien stole from Sara was making a scratching noise up against the backstage floor. Sara wanted to cover her ears, but she couldn't. She knew that Damien was just trying to get to her even more, trying to find a weakness. Damien soon charged Sara with his katana upheld, going to his foreswing and following it with a backswing. Sara's katana met Damien's, their eyes interlocking with each other. His piercing blue eyes with her brown ones. They stared at each other for what felt like a eternity before moving again. The both of them could see all of the pain that they had to endure throughout their lives. Hate, anger, fear, loss, maybe even a small glimpse of love? No, no way... Two mortal enemies, and one killed the others sister, that's just downright wrong.... Sara pushed Damien back with her katana, she somehow managed to throw a kick to his stomach. Damien didn't even flinch. The two circled each other. Damien was the first one to take another shot again. The arching shot of the katana was swift, it tore the fabric of Sara's top right below her breast. It was less than inches away from tearing her skin open. Damien managed to smirk as he saw this. Damien turned left and swung his katana but Sara was able to parry it. Sara managed to push forward and started to hit Damien with a vast number of attacks. The fist two hits found Damien's katana but the last one caught his upper shoulder. To his luck, the wound wasn't that deep but it was enough to catch him off guard. Damien coddled his wound, as well as he could with one hand

because the other one was still holding the other katana he stole from Sara. Sara dropped her own katana to the ground as she wiped the sweat off of her forehead. It was a nice relief getting her feelings out this way. Sara took her eyes off of Damien for only one moment. He dropped his katana to the ground as silently possible, smirking a bit as he noticed that Sara wasn't watching him. He wasn't going to take this opportunity for granted. "Who said our fight was over?" Damien questioned, but before Sara got a chance to answer, Damien used some of his magic on her.  She was pinned to the floor but Damien made it where she could get out of it if she really wanted to. Damien continued to smirk as he walked over to Sara and hovered over her, each of their bodies inches apart and their lips even closer. Damien took a breath in and out of his nose before he did what he was about to do....

Damien kissed her. He fucking kissed Sara. He must be crazy. Damien inched closer to Sara's lips as he closed his eyes, then placing his own lips subtly against hers. He felt Sara kiss him back for a second, if she were going to admit it, that was a whole different story. Sara soon reached a hand up to Damien's face and slapped him hard, "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" she questioned him and shot him a death glare. "Don't lie, I know you liked it. Otherwise you wouldn't have kissed me back-" Damien let out a chuckle. "I didn't like it at all. Now get the fuck off me so I can kill you once and for all." Sara remarked with a loud huff. "You honestly know that you could have moved anytime you wanted. I may be evil, but I still ask for consent." Damien stated truthfully. Sara rolled her eyes up at Damien before they met with his again. Something must be messed up in her head if she is actually considering sleeping with Damien. I mean, he killed her sister...so you would think that means no sleeping with the enemy, especially that one, right? Well..... Sara rolled out from under Damien as she got up from the floor and started to walk away. "Keep the swords." she insisted with a huff as she walked further away from him. Damien smirked to himself as he picked up the swords and set them down on a nearby crate. "I hate when you're fucking right." Sara huffed under her breath and made her way back over to Damien swiftly. "If you tell anyone about this, then you literally are a dead man." she threatened. Sara wrapped one arm around Damien as she let her other arm fall to her side. Damien did the same. They both shut their eyes and started to kiss each other. It started out soft and gentle but then it became rough and hungry, their tongues each fighting for dominance.

Meanwhile....on the Waverider- John and Mick had already started three kitchen fires and were both drunk out of their minds. It was surprising that they were actually able to stand. The kitchen reeked of burnt popcorn and cheap beer. Mick took a sip of his beer while he heard something unusual on the coms. He heard kissing. "Johnny! Come over here, listen to this!" Mick yelled out as John stumbled his way over to a chair, knocking one over on his path to get to that one. "So what? It's just Sara kissing someone. I wish it was me though." John remarked jealously then taking a handful of popcorn from his bowl. The two of them were so drunk they didn't know what they were hearing. Little did they know what they were hearing was actually what it made out to be. "Bloody hell, that other person lip-smacking with Sara is Damien Darhk. I would know that sound anywhere." "How would you-" Mick thought to himself for a moment, "Nevermind, I really don't want to know the answer to that." Mick's statement only caused John to let out a chuckle. "I don't think Sara realized that she left her com on so we gotta be quiet." John informed. Mick nodded to John in reply, the two of them stayed quiet as they listened. "Maybe we could have Gideon pull the two of them up on a video somehow." Mick suggested. "I thought I was the dirty wanker here." John joked but the two men were so drunk that Gideon managed to set the video feed up where they could see everything and Sara and Damien couldn't see them. "You're a bloody genius, Gid." John told Gideon as he raised a glass with Mick, "Cheers to Gideon!" The two of them were making so much noise that they were surprised they didn't get caught themselves, all they were doing was making sure their fellow captain was safe.... John and Mick had made a absolute mess of the Waverider. It was full of food crumbs and beer bottles. The two were lucky if they didn't get even more rats on the Waverider. Next....locating Nora Darhk-  It took Nate, Amaya, Ray, Zari, Jax, and Leo a good while to actually find where Nora ran off to. Ray and Nate wouldn't stop bickering about who could get with Amaya next. "If you two don't kindly shut up, I will freeze your balls." Leo informed them which caused Amaya to let out a brief chuckle, "Yeah, I already told you two to stop fighting over me. I'm not someone that can be won." she stated. Jax stuck to the very back, he wanted to be alone at the moment but he knew that the others had his back if he needed anything. Losing Stein really hit him hard. Ray wanted to help him out the most but Jax pushed him away. He was going to mourn and grieve in his own way before talking to anyone, but he knew that eventually he would feel okay. Zari was walking in the front of the group with Leo. It was quieter up there and had less bickering. Leo was someone that she soon confided in, she found out that he gave great advice. "Leo, c-c-can I tell you something?" Zari questioned as she dragged her feet up against the ground. "Yeah, you can tell me anything." Leo grinned at her as they walked just a bit ahead of the others. "I know that he literally just came on the Waverider last night....but I think I am crushing on John Constantine. I know..it sounds absoutely crazy but I can feel it deep down in my soul." Zari grinned to herself as she talked about him. Leo raised a eyebrow up at her, placing a hand up against her forehead, "Just making sure you don't have a fever- because you sound delusional." Leo joked with Zari as he punched her shoulder playfully. "I'm being serious." she rolled her eyes slightly at Leo. "I know you are, I just don't think either of you are ready for love? If that makes sense-" Leo shrugged to himself, he wasn't trying to sound offensive but it may have came off that way. "He does look like a total snack though. Maybe I can have him to myself for a night-"

"Leoooo-" Zari crossed her arms at him jokingly, "Not funny!" she stuck her tongue out at him as the rest of the team caught up with them. "I don't think Nora is around here anymore, but let's keep our guard up just in case." Ray informed the team. "Does that mean we can go back to the Waverider now?" Nate questioned as Ray shook his head, "I don't think any of us want to see the mess John and Mick have made. I rather face Sara's wrath first before having to see that mess." The entire team heard something weird over the coms. They just thought it was static interfering with their communication, so they turned them off. "I want to make a mess with John-" Zari mumbled under her breath lowly, Leo was the only one who heard her, "So do I." Back to....Whatever the fuck this is- Damien battled his tongue with Sara's. One moment his tongue was on top, the next it was under Sara's tongue that was nearly halfway down his throat. Occasionally one of them let a moan fall from their lips, which only turned the other one on even more. This was so foreign to them that both of them wanted to make a move but they were also frightened to do the wrong thing, almost like they thought if either of them made a wrong move then they would have a knife to the back. That was the right kind of mindset though, they each had their own reasons not to trust each other. Sara and Damien soon found both of their arms intertwined with one another. Sara finally found a way to get out the emotions she was holding back, even if it wasn't in the most healthiest way people would think. This was her way of mourning and showing feeling. No matter how fucked up it may be. Damien was honestly happy either way...well...happy is a strong word. He didn't exactly have the words to describe what was happening because he was currently dominating Sara with his tongue. This was each a fantasy of theirs at least once. Sara pulled her lips away from Damien because she needed to take a breath, she still stayed close to him though. That kiss sent literal shockwaves through her body, it left her wanting more. Feeling bold, Sara unbuttoned Damien's shirt, leaving it hanging open. She stared at his chest for a few moments. To her surprise, Damien was actually quite fit. Damien's mouth trailed down Sara's face, over her chin and down her neck, where he kissed and sucked on sensitive flesh. He left quite a few hickeys. Sara was going to have fun explaining that one to her team.... Damien discarded his button up, revealing his full chest and abs. Sara unknowingly started to gnaw at her lower lip as she saw him without his shirt for the first time. "I'm beginning to think that you actually like me." Damien stated with a smirk as he looked over at Sara gnawing her lower lip. "Please, you're just a pity fuck, a way to get my emotions out- It's me acting on my very last impulse from one dream I had. Don't get fucking cocky with me now or I won't hesitate to slice your throat right here and now." Sara informed Damien. Damien listened to Sara speak, he chuckled. "No one said anything about fucking- If I'm going to be honest, I had just one dream about you too. I don't doubt that you still have knives on you, so do I. I would be stupid not to." Sara rolled her eyes over at Damien, "Then why trust me enough for this?" she questioned him and raised her eyebrow. "We both want the same thing and it's a one time thing at that. Unless-" Damien stated. "I told you not to get fucking cocky, but I will give you one free pass. We will call a truce just this time..." Damien nodded his head in agreement to Sara. Damien took his turn and pulled Sara's shirt up over her head, revealing a extremely lacy black bra, Damien licked his lips when he saw her nipples straining to tear out of the fabric. Sara watched carefully as Damien's face lit up, seeing her matching black thong. As Sara's clothing was discarded to the floor, all you could hear was knives clanging against it. "Hold on a sec-" Sara mumbled as she pulled out a small switchblade from her bra. One can never be to careful. Sara kissed

Damien's chest, feeling him get goosebumps with the excitement. Sara was swift to take control and move her hand lower on his body, then cupping Damien's growing erection. "Oh", Damien let out a moan.

Sara teasingly licked down his chest to his stomach, and then lower, getting down on her knees.

Looking up at Damien with hooded eyes, Sara pulled Damien's pants down with one swift movement. Sara then hooked her fingers at the hem of his boxers and slid them down, freeing his erection. "I-I didn't think it was that big. It's fucking huge." Sara grinned as she looked up at Damien once more. "Do you like it?" Damien questioned Sara as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Of course I like it." she admitted truthfully. "I thought you only liked girls-" Damien added.

"Don't push your luck, Daddy Darhkest." she rolled her eyes up at Damien and flicked her tongue up against the tip of his member. Sara rather liked the nickname that she gave Damien. Sara took his entire member in, sucking on him lovingly. Damien let out a unexpected moan. Sara didn't even know that she had a gag reflex...but she soon found out. Sara continued to suck up and down his length for a few moments, every once in a while his member hit the back of her throat which caused her to gag. Damien entangled his fingers in her hair, pulling at it ever so often. The only noise filling backstage was the sound of Damien's moans and the faint noise of Sara sucking on him. Since the two of them both had a really high endurance, they could honestly go all night if they wanted. Sara sucked on Damien for about six minutes before he was coming close. When he was close, she started to suck him faster. His sweet juices began to drip off the sides of Sara's mouth, he let out a loud moan as Sara swallowed all that she could. Sara slowly pulled herself off of his member, licking her lips. "I hope you liked that." she stated before standing back up. "I loved it." Damien stated honestly with a smirk on his face. "Aye, we don't use the L word around here." Sara informed him with a smile that wasn't forced for once. Damien pulled Sara closer as they started to kiss again. Damien's hand wrapped around Sara's back as he unclipped her bra, watching it fall to the floor.  Sara rather not admit that she was already soaked but Damien would find out sooner or later. Damien gently placed one hand upon Sara's breast. The look in Damien's eye told Sara that he wanted her thong off, and fast. Damien brought his head down, taking her nipple into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth. Sara threw her head back in pure bliss and let out a rather loud moan in reaction to this. Damien then used both hands to swiftly push Sara's thong down and off, bringing one hand up to cup her breast, the other hand found it's way between Sara's legs. Sara let out a gasp when he started to stroke her folds. The look on Damien's face told Sara that he was excited to already find her moist and ready for him. "Damien, I need you-" Sara mumbled lowly as she looked up into his eyes. "Sara Lance begging? Now that's a sight to see." Damien joked which only caused Sara to punch him on the shoulder. Damien curled his fingers up inside Sara's clit, she let out another moan for him as she leaned into his shoulder, "I fucking hate you-" she rolled her eyes at him. "Well-if you hate me then maybe I should stop." Damien teased. "Go ahead. I don't care if you do." Sara lied, Damien pumped his fingers in and out of Sara. "Mmm-fuck you-" she moaned out against him.

Damien smirked, the two of them could play at this game forever but he was going to give in to Sara. He picked her up swiftly and set her up against some comfortable stage props. Sara hooked one of her legs over Damien's as he eased into her, their hands continuing to caress each other as the their tongues fought for dominance. One of Damien's hands helped hold on to her leg, as his other was still on Sara's breast, caressing it lightly. After Sara got adjusted to Damien's size, the only thing that could be heard was skin slapping against each other and moans that echoed. The two of them did this for a good twenty minutes. Damien began to pant in pleasure as Sara dug her nails into his back, his moans encouraging her along. Damien thrusted into Sara a few more times, her moans filling the room. That was what sent her crashing over the edge. Sara's insides clamped down on his hard member, which sent Damien over the edge, filling her completely. The two of them were breathing hard and had a sheen of sweat covering their bodies. Damien rolled off of Sara and onto his back, trying to catch his breath. "That was....wow." Sara gasped out, causing Damien to give out a light chuckle. Sara inched her way closer to Damien and placed another kiss on his lips. When the two broke apart from the kiss, Sara laid her head on Damien's chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was so melodic that she nearly found herself falling asleep. Damien snuggled up against her warm body and wrapped his arms around her. "Do you think we could ever do this again?" Damien questioned curiously. "Depends..." Sara responded while snuggling into Damien even more. "Depends on what, love?" Damien asked. "Depends if I will ever find time to do this again." Sara responded. "We have literally all the time in the world." Damien replied while placing a kiss to Sara's forehead. "I know...but I have that same world to save. Try not to cause more anachronisms please?" Sara punched Damien's arm playfully as he nodded in reply, "I would really like to do this again, at least one more time." he grinned down at Sara for the first time ever. "I'll think about it. How about we each keep one of my swords as a memory of this day?" Sara questioned Damien and he nodded, "Sounds like a plan." "I better get going-or my team is going to suspect something is up if they don't already." Sara wanted to stay with Damien longer but she knew that it was probably the best choice to leave. "Do me a huge favor and don't kill Billy Idol for me, please." Sara added while looking up into Damien's eyes. "Deal. It's the least I could do." he replied and gave Sara a goodbye kiss that lasted about ten minutes. Sara got up and grabbed her clothes, slipping them on swiftly. Sara made sure not to forget any knives as she was putting them back in her clothing. She left one of her katanas for Damien while she grabbed the other one for herself. Sara watched Damien put his clothing back on, leaving her to gnaw at her lip. The two of them waved goodbye to one another. Each of them having a smile going from ear to ear. Sara made her way from backstage, Damien was gone in a blink of the eye. It was getting dark out, Sara just realized that she forgot to turn her com off... After a few minutes, Sara went on board to the Waverider. It still smelled like cheap beer and burnt popcorn but this was the first time tonight she was smelling it because she was kind of...busy. "Nate? Where the hell are you?" Sara questioned as she looked around the Waverider, no one else was anywhere to be seen but the condition of the kitchen told otherwise. "Who's wise idea was it to leave you to knuckleheads in charge?" Sara looked between Mick and John. "I don't know, whose wise idea was it to let you go knockin' boots with the bloody enemy?" John questioned Sara with a raise of his eyebrow. Mick was busy finishing off a beer at the moment. "I-" Sara was honestly speechless. No reason she came up with would be a valid one. She was honestly glad that it was John and Mick on the Waverider currently because they were

easier to persuade, well at least Mick was. "Please don't tell the others." Sara looked down but still smiled from ear to ear, "I'll owe ya one."  "Hmm, deal. I honestly didn't enjoy seeing Damien's bloody cock but your body is marvelous." John stated as he licked his lips. "Mhm, I'm sure you didn't like his cock. You're just jealous that I sucked his and not yours." Sara teased John lightly as he shrugged, "It's your loss love, mine is bigger than his and I'm probably more skillful too." Sara rolled her eyes at John and decided to leave the conversation at that. Sara turned her attention over to Mick, "Is there anything that I can get you so will keep my secret?" she questioned as he finished his beer. "More beer." he uttered, Sara went and grabbed him one more. Mick honestly looked wasted but she knew that if he forgot about what Sara did, John would just remind Mick anyways. "I heard Zari say that she had a little crush on you, Johnny boy-" Mick spoke up as John grabbed himself a beer and practically chugged down the entire thing. "That is sweet if she really did say that. I'm honestly flattered but I'm not a relationship kind of a bloke. I'm more of a one and done type of bloke. I wouldn't want to hurt her, she would deserve a lot better than me." John rubbed at the back of his neck and stated truthfully. The rest of The Legends were now making there way back to the Waverider. It didn't take them long to get there since they had no luck finding Nora Darhk. She probably was just a distraction for the real 'threat'. Ray was the first one to board the Waverider, he immediately plugged his nose because of the smell. Next came Nate and Amaya. The two of them were talking about movies that they should watch together, coming to a agreement that they should just stay friends as planned before. Leo walked on to the ship, he looked around and saw a trail of crumbs leading from the kitchen to the wheel of the Waverider. Jax went back to doing repairs on the Waverider as soon as possible, it was his way of coping with the loss of Stein. Zari was the last one to board. She honestly didn't realize that she didn't turn off her com before revealing that she has a small crush on John. The whole team was honestly beat. Leo walked back to his bunk and crashed as Nate and Amaya went to watch a movie together. Ray and Zari made their way to the kitchen and saw a passed out Mick. John was chugging down another beer. Sara was cleaning up some of the mess that John and Mick had made, but it was a lot for one person to clean. "How did it go finding Nora?" Sara questioned Zari and Ray, "She was a no show, how was it fighting the assassin?" Zari asked as she started to help with the clean up. She picked up a few bottles off the ground as John stumbled out of his chair, taking the empty bottles from the table and throwing them away. "It went well. They look more worse than me." Sara lied and realized that she had hickeys on her neck, she swiftly covered them. "I-uhm-need to get cleaned up. I think I'm going to take a cold shower. Are you guys going to be okay here?" Sara questioned. "I think so. I can help clean up around here for a bit." Ray replied with a grin. "Okay, that sounds good. Ray, I'm sorry for being so snippy with you earlier. It wasn't right of me." Sara apologized. "It's fine, Sara. We all have bad days." Ray grinned even more before pulling Sara into a hug. She hugged him back briefly before walking off toward the shower. Ray picked up a few bottles and he picked up the popcorn crumbs up off the ground. No matter how many times Ray told Mick to pick up after himself, he never did it. Ray sighed as he looked down at the passed out Mick. "Would you two mind if I carried him off to bed?" Ray questioned as he helped Mick up. He ended up waking up but still needed help standing, Mick was clearly wasted. "No, we don't mind." Zari and John replied in unison.  Zari and John continued to pick up his and Mick's mess. The room was filled with awkward silence for the most part. Zari finally worked up the guts to speak up. "Uh, how

was your day?" she questioned while throwing away a bottle at the same time John did. Their hands ended up brushing against each other which caused Zari to blush. "My day was good. I got to learn more about Mick and I drank my pain, sorrows, and feelings away like usual. How was your day?" John admitted bluntly. "Drinking this much isn't good for you-" Zari sighed as she picked up a few used cigarettes off the kitchen counter. "Neither is smoking but I guess we are all going to die one day. My day was good too, other then having to listen to Ray and Nate bicker over who gets Amaya. I got closer with Leo too, he's like my best friend now."  "That is true, we all die one day. It happens to the best and the worst of us," John face formed into a grin, "I could tell. Seems that some little lass has a crush on me." Zari looked away from John and blushed, "I do not-"  "Your cheeks tell otherwise." John let out a chuckle as he pulled Zari into a hug, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "It's quite fine, just know that I'm one complicated bloke." he rubbed at the back of his neck a little bit. "Well, I'm one complicated lass." Zari stepped up on her tippy toes and placed a kiss on John's forehead.

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Hi!! From that quote prompts list, a few that stood out for me were “it’s a brutal world” and “what are you humming?” for Rex? Im imaging either a mechanic/civilian reader or a shiny new clone trooper is accompanying the 501st on an off-world mission and they are sitting by the campfire late at night, a little shaken by the battle earlier in the day. Rex notices and goes to comfort them, and perhaps there is a singing motif??

Also! I loved Sabacc Face and im making my way though your other works this weekend 💕

Thank you so much @maulpunk for the prompts 😘

I'm sorry it took me so long to write, work has done a number on me this last week or so. Grrr. But I was happy to get back to writing this, although I must apologise for straying a little from the parameters of the request (it turned out to be a little too angsty for a singing motif, oops). I hope you like it all the same!

(P.S. Thank you so so much, I'm thrilled you liked Sabacc Face. It was a lot of fun to write, I hope it was just as fun to read!)

posted on AO3 | the prompt list | my writing

Words: 1.5k | Warnings: Post-Umbara Arc, Grief/Mourning, Angst (and lots of it, sorry-not-sorry), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, a certain Besalisk's name is briefly mentioned (okay, I am sorry for this one)

GHOSTS IN THE UMBRA

20BBY

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CT-0292 couldn't sleep. When he closed his eyes, rounds of blue plasma bolts flashed through the darkness behind his lids. Hands, his own hands, held a DC-15 carbine aloft, and one single finger under his control pressed on the trigger, mowing down the Umbarans in their disguises.

But they hadn't been Umbarans. They'd been his brothers.

A strangled sound escaped him, somewhere between a gasp and a sob that he caught in his throat. His chest ached with the effort to hold it, the urge to release it. And it ached as if his brothers had occupied a place there, the loss of them leaving the muscles of his heart to constrict around empty space.

He blinked away sharp tears, then pushed off the weighted blanket – its presence more suffocating than soothing – and climbed out of his rack. He gathered up the armour stacked in a neat pile from the foot of the bunk's frame and applied it, piece by piece, from foot to neck.

If he couldn't sleep, he might as well be useful. He'd never been very good at keeping still.

Around him, his brothers lay in their cots; some slept, restless, while others remained painfully conscious. From his own squad, only himself, Wil (Private), and Ridge (Private) remained. The others, along with their sergeant, had fallen to General Krell's lightsaber.

All was quiet. And Ridge was nowhere to be seen.

0292 shook his head, lightheaded, the back of his neck prickling. After checking his blaster was fastened to his belt, he tucked his helmet under one arm and crept through the rows of bunks like a ghost, leaving the sterile barracks behind.

For a moment, he stopped outside the blast doors as they sshhed to a close behind him, and took a deep breath. Had he caught the scent of rain and salt water in the air, it might have grounded him; but this planet was as unfamiliar to his nose as it was to his eyes and ears. With the tang of metal in his nostrils and on the tip of his tongue, he set off across the floodlit compound.

Beyond the sensor wall, he spotted the warm glow of a natural fire flickering in the perpetual dusk, its light peeking through the mist and the dense formation of local flora. He frowned. Patrol taking a break, perhaps?

CT-0292 made his way to the airbase's entrance. As he approached the gate, he passed skeletons of Umbaran machinery looming out of the fog, and squads of troopers pacing as silent as wraiths.

The planet was reclaimed, but no one had come out of the campaign unscathed.

At the gate, two troopers bearing the colours of the 212th stood guard, blasters held across their bodies, and faced the darkness beyond. With the sight of their armour came a fresh wave of guilt, at once hot and cold, that settled in the pit of his stomach. He cleared his throat upon approach; one started as if he'd been shot, and the other patted him on the shoulder.

"Easy, trooper," said 0292, holding out a placating hand. "Just passing through, lending a hand to patrol. That them over there?"

They followed the direction of his pointer finger, to the small fire burning gold in the gloom. The one coiled as tightly as he himself nodded, and turned back to him. "They're taking it in turns to sweep the perimeter."

"Thanks." He inclined his head, and stepped over the threshold of the airbase.

As his footsteps tapped a muffled rhythm into the damp earth, the chill air cooled the sheen of sweat on his forehead, and pressed cold fingers to the nape of his neck. With a shiver, he donned his helmet and activated its spot-lamp, before succumbing to Umbara's gloaming.

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CT-0292 walked through the forest of Zabrak Spines, their bioluminescent ridges reaching towards the sky and cutting through the umbra like angry wounds. The glow of giant red thorns shrouded the woodland in an unsettling pallor.

Every small noise was amplified in the stillness around him: the snapping of twigs beneath the feet of tiny creatures, the whooshing of spectral wings overhead, and what seemed like footsteps somewhere behind him, approaching – but when he looked over his shoulder, there was nothing there. Each sound sent a spike of cortisol through his body, and he tried not to hyperventilate to the beat of his pulse.

The immediate threat from the Umbarans had been neutralised. But he and his brothers had found out the hard way that this shadowy world kept its secrets close.

You're out of the woods when you're out of the woods, his instructor back on Kamino used to say. It had seemed redundant to him then.

"What's that you're humming, trooper?"

He nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked back and came face-to-face – or helmet-to-helmet – with Captain Rex materialising out of the fog, easy to identify by the jaig eyes and the modified armour.

The captain removed his bucket, brow furrowed in concern, and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Relax. I didn't mean to startle you," he said with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "It sounded familiar, the song you were humming."

"I didn't realise I was humming it aloud," the trooper admitted, face heating as Captain Rex fell into step beside him. "I was thinking of my instructor, back at the facility: she smuggled her own radio into Tipoca, and she'd play it for us during downtime. That one was her favourite, I think. I don't know the words, though. Just the tune."

"Ah."

They walked for a way in companionable silence, each lost to their own thoughts. Confronted once more with the familiar face of his brothers, CT-0292 replayed the moment of terrible realisation, and the skirmish with Krell. The Jedi – if one could even call him that – might have been dealt with on a permanent basis, but his reach would extend far beyond his death.

"Couldn't sleep, either?" asked the captain, dragging him out of his own memories.

He shook his head.

Rex sighed. "It's a brutal world out there."

CT-0292 couldn't be sure if he was referring to Umbara, or the entire galaxy. 

"I admit," he began, "I wasn't expecting to kill other people. I've been training to take down and disable battle droids for nearly ten years, and I thought I was ready, but this …"

It didn't even begin to cover the atrocity of slaughtering his own, knowingly or not.

They heard the voices of their brothers before they saw them, hushed and sombre. Upon stepping out of the forest, they found themselves in a small clearing, lit from above by towering plants, incandescent with pink and purple and blue light, and lit from within by a humble campfire. At least ten troopers were gathered around it, talking in lowered voices amongst themselves.

Rex came to a halt on the edge of the clearing, and stopped 0292 with a hand on his arm.

"If it's of any comfort," he said, "every one of us here is feeling the same right now. No campaign is easy, no life lost is worth less. But this mission has taken its toll more than any other. You say you're not ready, but I recognise the blue bird painted on your bucket. I saw you take charge of your squad when Sergeant Jax was killed, and you kept the rest of them alive. There might well be a promotion coming your way."

A promotion. He'd always harboured the hope of making his way up the ranks, proving his worth and ability along the way. Seeing the captain in action, the way he was respected and admired, had only solidified that desire. But he hadn't entered the GAR as a sergeant, or a captain. It had never really occurred to him before now that someone would have to die for him to take their place.

But he nodded, and said, "Thank you, Captain."

"What's your name, trooper?"

"CT-zero-two-ni—"

"Your name, trooper," Rex clarified. The smile on his lips belied the sadness in his eyes.

CT-0292 removed his helmet. "It's Vaughn, sir. My batchmates called me Vaughn."

"Then welcome to the five-oh-first, Private Vaughn. Over there are your brothers. It won't always be easy, but whatever happens, we look out for each other. And I know you barely got to see General Skywalker in action, but I can promise you that he – and Commander Tano – are nothing like Krell. You'll see."

"Thank you, sir."

Captain Rex clapped him on the arm, then strode off across the clearing, towards the campfire. Vaughn followed, kicking up the smell of damp earth and decaying foliage, sickly sweet in his nostrils. He was pleased to see his squadmate, Ridge, among the ranks of troopers around the flames, and another who'd introduced himself as Sterling just one rotation prior.

"Room for two more, boys?"

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Thank you so much for staying to the end! Even though I enjoy reading some good ol' angst, it's definitely tricky to write, so it was nice to stretch those muscles for this prompt. Hope you liked it 💜

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Bre’s Boys Preference: How They React To You Being in Danger

Billy Russo: Billy is merciless. While you’re life is at stake, everyone and anyone is on his shit list. He is ready and willing to kill anyone who gets in his way of saving you, and when he finds the people who threatened your life in the first place... Heads will roll. You’re his, and he will do anything to keep you safe. Anyone who tries to take you from him is dead. He doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat, doesn’t rest until he gets you back and he’s practically bathed in his enemy’s blood. And even then, he’s still on edge. His anger is so strong and palatable, every inch of him is tense, he moves like a panther in the jungle, ready to attack at all times. The only thing that brings him any peace is you; he’s carefully controlled around you, touching you gently once he has you back in his arms. And as he holds you, he says those three words that Billy Russo never imagined hearing himself say: “I’m so sorry”.

Logan Delos: He panics. Like, it takes him a while to regain his composure. He’s on the floor, eyes wide and full of tears, chest heaving as he thinks of all of the horrible things that could be having to you. But he gathers himself, standing up on his shaky legs, and does whatever he can to get you back. He spares no expensive, hiring the most capable people to track you down, and he insists on going with them. Once he has you back, Logan finally allows himself to cry openly, his head buried in your hair. “Don’t ever leave me again,” he says, as if you’d left on your own accord, “I was so scared... I love you, I love you, I love you”.

Jax Teller: Jax wants BLOOD. He calls on the club, and they do whatever it takes to bring you back to him. Jax doesn’t care who gets in his way--he mows them down with ease to get to you. No one can get through to him--not Clay, Gemma, Opie, or Chibs--Jax is willing to set Charming on fire to get you back. And when he does get you back, he’s still not done. He holds you to his chest, so hard that it almost hurts, and he promises to never let this happen again. He makes it his personal mission to track down every single person who had anything to do with your abduction--no matter how low level they were--and make them pay. 

Coco Cruz: Coco gets so upset, he blacks out for a minute. The last thing he remembers doing is punching a hole in the wall. When he comes to, he doesn’t wait for Bishop’s approval; he just hits the street with Angel and Gilly. It doesn’t take him long to get to you--he uses his sniper skills to shoot down any and every obstacle that gets in his way. Every word out of his mouth is “fuck” or “shit”, and when he comes face to face with the person who put your precious life in danger--he takes great pleasure in stabbing him nice and slow, watching the life drain from his eyes. Then he’s over to you, grabbing you and pulling you to him, assessing you for injuries. If there are any--he’s memorizing them, categorizing them in his mind because he believes that they were all his fault. “I’m so sorry, querida,” he says, “I’m so sorry...” 

Angel Reyes: Angel calls EZ, and the two brothers hit the road. Eventually, the club catches up to them, and the Mayans track you down within a day. The entire time they’re looking for you, Angel’s blood is red hot. He can’t sit still, he can barely breathe, he breaks all of the speeding laws to get to you. He’s surprisingly callous in his revenge, killing without hesitation, without joy. But when he gets to you, it’s like he wakes up from a nightmare--his eyes are warm again, and when he touches you, his caresses are gentle and careful. Angel doesn’t let you out of his sight for days after that, always holding you and kissing you. And when he does have to leave you alone for more than a few hours, he insists on having EZ come sit with you, or takes you to Felipe’s until he can come and get you. 

Miguel Galindo: If his half-brother is all heat and fire, Miguel is ice-cold. He’s methodical with his anger, making sure to dispatch men to all corners of the country in search of you. But he isn’t sitting idle, Miguel is out too, Nestor and Alvarez at his side. He takes a few people off of the street and plops them down on his church pew. He spends a nice deal of time cutting limbs off and collecting information, and by the end of it all, he’s led to you. Miguel picks you up and carries you away, and for the rest of the night, he’s taking care of you. He puts you in the tub, sliding in behind you and holding you close. After that, he’s lathering you up with your favorite scents and then rubbing you down with lotions. He can’t stop kissing you, and as you sleep--finally able to rest now that you were safe--he watches you, his dark eyes staring at you while his head conjures up all the ways he could have lost you, and he vows...this will never happen again. 

Nick Amaro: Nick calls upon his brothers in blue when he finds out that you’re in danger. The NYPD (as unruly as they are), leave no stone unturnt in their search of you. Nick is so tense, he can barely take a step without flipping a chair or punching a wall. He’s just seen so many terrible things in his career, the thought of anything like that happening to you... It makes his want to scream. He reaches Stabler-levels of aggression when interviewing witnesses and suspects, and he’s almost taken off the case, but Benson has his back. When he finds you, Nick holds you close, his embrace both firm and careful as he holds you. He’s with you all the way, sitting with you at the hospital, staying at your side when you’re interviewed by the cops; Nick doesn’t leave you for a second. He’s still a bit on edge, but your presence definitely helps calm him as the night goes on. And when he lays down with you that night, he finally lets himself relax. 

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny trusts and respects your ability to protect yourself, he really does, but he’s still worried when you go missing. He spends all day trying to track you down, and when he can’t, he turns to Charlie. She’s the one who discovers that you’re in danger, and once she does--the whole house is on alert. Johnny, Mike, and Briggs hit the streets in search of you, and once the find the ones who took you, Mike and Briggs have to pull Johnny off of them. When Johnny gets to you, he softens immediately, holding you and whispering how scared he was, telling you “you’re okay, you’re okay” for a minute straight. It’s hard for him, after that, not to get a knot of anxiety in his chest whenever you go out, but he knows that you know what you’re doing, and worse come to worse--he’ll always be there for you when you need him. 

Rio: No smiles, no smirks, no chuckles. Rio is all business. He’s armed to the teeth, and anyone can see the tension in his body as he moves, his eyes glaring ahead of him. Rio takes no prisoners and pulls no punches. Either someone gives him the information he needs and only gets a little fucked up, or they tell him no, or something he doesn’t like, and get killed. Either way, he finds his way to you quickly, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Rio doesn’t waste time on extravagant speeches or showboating once he finds you. He puts a bullet in the guy’s skull, and then empties the clip in him for extra measures. Then and only then, does he let his body unclench. He keeps a hand on you at all times; a hand on your thigh as he drives you home, his fingers in your hair as he undresses you, his mouth on yours as he holds your naked body to his. Rio treats you like a queen always, but he’s especially soft and gentle with you now. Afterwards, you lay in bed together, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. “Go to sleep, mama,” he says, a small smile on his face, “I ain’t going nowhere...and neither are you.” 

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Fight For Love

Jax Teller x Chibs Telford x Reader

Requested by: @chibsytelford​ I have a request - Chibs and Jax want the same woman - she doesn't know them, so they compete for her attention by like buying her flowers or whatnot. You can decide who wins her, if either of them do!

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Parking your car in an empty space you slowly climbed out, every part of your body that could be crossed was right now. You was in desperate need of a job and ever since you moved to charming you had no luck that was until you heard Teller-Morrow was looking for a new mechanic. You literally jumped at the chance, cars where your life, blood and soul.

Glancing back at your car you smirked at the candy red fiesta ST shining proudly in the sun.

"You don't see many of them over here" a women smiled "is it an import?"

"Yeah she is" you smiled "couldn't live without my beast, what gave it away, the plates or the fact it's right hand drive"

"Both" she laughed "I'm Gemma"

"Y/N" you smiled "I phoned up about the mechanic position"

"Okay follow me sweetie, I will show you around the lot then we will have a chat" Gemma nodded.

As you was walking around the actual garage, you saw someone struggling, mainly because they had the wrong tool.

"I don't mean to intrude but try using the ratchet with the extender and the 20mm socket it will make your life easier" you smiled softly. "You will get slightly more leverage on the nut then it should crack"

"Thanks lass" the scott nodded swapping tools, a grinned formed on his face as he managed to finally get the blasted nut off. "How did ye know wha size from tha far away?"

"Cars are my passion, grew up working on them back home as my dad was a mechanic" you nodded, everyone always looked impressed that you knew your shit, mainly because there wasn't many female mechanics.

"I'm Filip by the way but everyone calls me Chibs" he smiled.

"Y/N" you nodded before following Gemma again.

Once she had shown your around she took you into the office, you was grateful it wasn't a proper interview.

"So from what you have told me, I am impressed with your knowledge not may girls know their way around an engine" she smiled "and I think you will be a good fit around here so can you start tomorrow?"

"Of course I can" you beamed "I can be here for 7.30, am I okay bringing my own tools?"

"Whatever makes you feel at home" Gemma smiled "I will get my son to follow you home and he can load them into the truck so you have them for morning, I will also get you some overalls and shirts with your name on"

"Thank you for this opportunity you won't regret it" you grinned at her.

After around 10 minutes a blond guy approached you.

"I'm assuming you are Y/N" he smirked.

"The one and only" you grinned lighting a smoke.

"Jax" he nodded "mom said you needed a hand moving some tools over"

"Urm yeah you might need to of yas" you smirked "let's just say I have a few"

"Not very often you get females in the mechanic game" Jax nodded as his eyes ran over your car "but something tells me you are a car girl"

"What gives that away" you laughed unlocking the car.

"Just a feeling" he winked "imma just get Chibs then we will follow you"

You leant against the wing of your car with a smirk on your face. Something told you that you was going to have fun working here. Seen as the two guys you had seen were very easy on the eye.

- - -

All the boys were chilling around the lot.

"It's nice to get another female around here" Jax laughed as he grabbed a beer.

"Aye, with ye on tha one" Chibs smirked "something tells me she's gunna fit in"

"Just one thing that's bugging me" Jax said sitting down "that accent"

"It's definitely a British accent but not sure where abouts" Chibs nodded. "Will ask her in the morning seen as Gem has asked me to be here for when she arrives"

Neither guy knew that they essentially were both infatuated with the same girl.

---

It had been a week since you had started at TM and you got on with the guys like a house on fire.

"Yo Y/N/N" Jax's voice boomed through the garage.

"Wha now Teller" You shouted from under the car you was working on "I'm kinda busy"

"Brought you lunch seen as you haven't stopped all day" He laughed

"Urm hate to brake it to you buddy" You laughed rolling out from under the car, grabbing your drink "Chibs beat you to it bout an hour ago"

"Bloody scott" Jax mumbled under his breath looking pissed off.

The last thing you needed was the boys starting a war over you.

"Jax it's fine, imma gal with a big appetite" You smiled taking the bag of food off him, instantly the smell of chicken nuggets hit you making your mouth water. "Thanks"

This had been going on for the last couple of days, one of them would buy you food or there would be two iced coffees sat on your tool chest when you rolled into work, you knew what was happening they were both trying to win you over. You wasn't going to lie you loved the attention. One day there was even a small bunch of flowers laying on your tool chest, you appreciated the gesture but flowers set your hayfever off but you didn't tell the lads that.

"You got any plans for tonight?" Jax asked offering you a smoke which you gratefully took. "There is a party tonight and you are part of this family now so you gotta come"

"I will be here" You nodded "But I will be working on the beast, she needs a tune up, new breaks and I've killed the tyres"

"That's cuz you race everywhere" Jax laughed. "I guess I will see you later yeah"

"Yuup" You nodded popping the p.

Not even 10 minutes later Chibs strolled up smiling at you.

"Ye need a hand Lass?" He asked leaning against the wall watching you bend over the engine.

"I'm good thanks Chibs just about done on this one" You nodded looking up at him.

"I might hang around for a bit if that's okay wi ye" He smirked.

"Knock yoursen out me duck" You winked

"You say some weird things" He chuckled shaking his head.

The party was in full swing, yet you was holed up in the garage, you was never one for parties, preferred the car scene, going to shows and meets but unfortunately none of that happened in Charming.

From outside the garage you heard arguing, but with your head in the engine bay you couldn't see who it was and could only faintly hear what they was talking about. Brushing it off you went back to working on your car.

It had got to the point where Jax and Chibs had ditched the party and was hanging with you. The banter was flowing and you was flirting with both as you all worked on your car until the early hours of the morning. 

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Over the next month more gifts appeared, from flowers, chocolate, iced coffee, food. As much as you liked the attention, you didn’t know how much longer you would let it go on for. Both guys where constantly fighting for your attention and it was kinda making your head spin. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to choose, it’s was more you couldn’t choose, you had amazing connections with both guys and clicked over different things. Also you had been burnt badly in the past and wanted to give your heart a break from relationships.

Another day meant another argument between the two over you. Dropping your spanner on the floor, the sound of the metal hitting the concrete drew the attention of both guys.

“Look I am fucking flattered that you are both fighting for my attention but this needs to fucking stop” you said causing them to look shocked at your outburst. “I know what you are doing, all the gifts I walk in to, you are both tryna win me over”

“So who would you pick?” Jax asked cockily making you shake your head.

“Yeah me or him lass?” Chibs asked.

Sighing to yourself as you lent on the bonnet of the car you was working on, you hated being put on the spot. 

“Honestly neither of yas” you said watching their faces drop. “Look I moved from Derbyshire and over to Charming to escape my past, I was in a very volatile relationship, one that I finally put an end to after 10 years. So right now I don’t want love, I don’t want a relationship okay”

Both guys stared at you dumbfounded.

“You are both amazing and honestly if I had to chose I don’t think I would be able to, I click with both of you in different ways” you shrugged. “It was fun seeing how far you would take it, but now you are arguing over me every day I need to put a stop to it”

“A understand lass” Chibs nodded.

“So no more gifts, no more lunches” you smiled “well maybe don’t stop the iced coffees” you winked before getting back to work.

As the guys waked into the club house you could hear them bickering away like an old married couple. 

“We both know she would have chose me anyway” Jax laughed playfully pinching Chibs.

“Ye wish Jackie Boy” Chibs laughed.

You knew full well that whilst you was part of this crazy family they wouldn’t stop fighting for your attention. Let’s blame that on them other being alpha males. But you knew that you would never get bored whilst they tried to eventually to win you over.