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✦ INVISIBLE STRING THEORY →【ELLIE WILLIAMS】→ CHAPTER THREE

pairings: modern!marine ellie x reader

summary: the marines didn’t ruin ellie. ellie ruined ellie. after being medically discharged she feels lost. being sent to live with joel is more of a last ditch effort to save her and less of a fun reunion for the father-daughter duo. jackson is worlds different than chicago, but the fresh air and sprawling countrysides are a welcome reprieve. ellie finds herself finding comfort in more than just the change in scenery though. after losing your girlfriend due to an accident you feel as though you’ll never find love again- but that was before meeting ellie williams. the two of you figure out that you have more in common than just the fact that she and your girlfriend were both marines though. tethered by some invisible string, the two of you meeting has to be fate. who would have known that you were the golden ticket to ellie’s recovery?

warnings: eventual smut! lots of tension building and mutual pining. ellie falls first and hard. small town girl meets a frightening, strong ex marine. TW: talk of panic attacks, ptsd episodes and death. come for the ellie smut and stay for the plot and fluff. (A/N: here we are, the meat and potatoes. the fic is really kicking off. . . and they're already flirting?! ellie is so touch and affection starved that she nearly jumps out of her own skin every time you even look at her.)

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In that halfway space between waking and sleep it was hard to discern what was real and what wasn’t. Your bed felt warm, sheets still tangled around your arms and legs. The weight of your blanket on your chest could easily be confused with another’s body, and so you felt yourself smile. Warm, happy, safe-

Abby was behind you, her limbs expertly twisted around yours like she’d done it a thousand times before. . . and she had.

Slowly you opened your eyes, staring blankly ahead of you into your pitch black bathroom. You recognized the fresh scent of your shampoo, and felt the way your hair still clung to your hot cheeks- wet from your shower the night before. It was like you were suspended in a memory, everything all soft and fuzzy around you. The dots weren’t perfectly connecting, and still you were happy. For a second you just laid there, unable to look down at the hand you could feel so vividly at your waist. Would you see Abby’s knuckles when you looked down? Would you see the rubber promise ring she had insisted on wearing? Everything always had to be even and fair with her.

This morning felt familiar. Like you’d lived it before. Your breath left you in a rush when the bed creaked behind you.

“Abby,” God, she was back. She was back and she was right behind you. “Baby?”

There was a soft groan and then the arm tightened, bringing you into a warm chest. Her bicep squeezed your arm tightly against her shoulder, and all at once you were tucked in so tight. Confusion tugged at your features, and you mulled over exactly why you were clinging to her arm so tightly.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered against your hair, her voice still thick with sleep. Still, her fingers stroked at your bare stomach.

“I had a nightmare,” You mumbled, trying to recall exactly what had plagued you just seconds ago. You can’t remember now that you’re safe here. . . safe with Abby again. “You were gone and I was all alone.”

Those moments came back to you in flashes. The ache, the constant pain of losing her, the “learning to live without her” that crushed you entirely. You turned around in her grasp, nuzzling your nose into the crook of her neck. You took deep inhales, trying to still your rising panic. You could feel the steady beating of her heart against your cheek, the warmth of her bare breasts against your collar bones.

“I was gone?” She raised a hand, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, a few golden strands falling onto her forehead as she moved her head against the pillow beneath her. “You can tell me about it if you want.” She offered supportively, petting your back in slow circles.

You don’t know why. . . but you missed those circles. It felt like you’d been without them for weeks. Months.

“I-I got a phone call. . . and they told me that you’d died,” Your bottom lip quivered, your eyes filling with tears. You couldn’t help but laugh pathetically at your unnecessary hysterics. Abby was right here. Everything was okay. “It felt like the longest nightmare I’ve ever had. It was horrible.”

“You did so good though.” She whispered, her hands still stroking.

Your muscles tensed, and slowly you moved your hand up her side, fingers brushing against her skin. You pressed a soft kiss against the underside of her breast, a tear breaking free past your lower lashes. This moment suddenly felt fleeting.

“I did?” You questioned, pulling away to look at her.

She was so beautiful. Like an angel had fallen from heaven and landed right in your bed. The sun was just beginning to rise, setting the line of trees just outside of your window ablaze. She was diaphanous and golden laying there beneath you. You were so lucky. You could barely breathe when she looked up at you like that, her eyes so thick with pride and love.

“You did, baby girl. You stayed so strong.” She cracked a small smile, but it looked pained. Like she was also realizing that the two of you couldn’t exist here forever. “I need you to keep it up though, alright?” You couldn’t feel her hand on your back anymore, nor the softness of the sheets.

“Please,” You sobbed out, reaching out to cup her cheek. She didn’t feel like anything. Like your hand was molded around a pocket of open space. Nothingness. She was about the size of the palm of your hand now, her urn sitting on the mantle in your living room. “Please don’t leave me again.”

Her blue eyes stared up at you, proud and unwavering in their convictions, as they always were. . . always had been. “I’m never far. Pinky.” Promise.

And then you were in your bed again, the alarm on your phone blaring.

“Abby?” You mumbled, and you didn’t have to turn over to realize you were alone.

Ellie was good at putting pressure on herself. It had always been a form of motivation, as cruel as it seemed. She couldn’t let today be awful. No episodes or meltdowns and no long bouts of silence. You were pretty and it really seemed like you could use a friend.

Ellie could use a friend too.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d shown interest in a girl. She’d always been career driven with a one track mind. She was good at overworking herself and running herself dry. She hoped that you’d be able to use that to your benefit today. Ellie wanted to lose herself in something. . . in someone. She wanted to be useful for the first time in what felt like a long, long while.

So she woke up at the butt crack of dawn and took a shower. She kept her eyes shut tight as she washed herself and didn’t even bother to towel dry her hair before she was pulling on an outfit. Thick droplets of water stained the shoulders of her jean button up as she tied up the laces on her boots. She focused on one shoe at a time, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of you. Every once and a while her brain would wander, hellbent on self destruction, but with a small groan she’d remember the sadness in your eyes.

She’d remember who she was before the accident.

She moved down the stairs as quietly as she could, praying that Joel’s dog wouldn’t start barking once he realized that his new best friend was leaving the house. The keys to her old car were on the rack beside the front door, right next to Joel’s flashy new pair. He’d told Ellie over dinner that he’d been maintaining the beat up old Jeep the best that he could, meaning she at least had a little bit of freedom while she was back home.

She locked the door behind her, the cool morning breeze stinging against her wet ears as she gracelessly stumbled down the stairs, juggling the bulky set of keys in her hand. A huge metal spaceship that Joel had stuffed into her Christmas stocking senior year, a neon green carabiner she’d bought at one of the gas stations closest to her school, and a few other childish charms that she couldn’t place any meaning behind swung from the nearly ancient keychain. Her sense of self expression and style back in those days was tacky to say the least, but she appreciated child-Ellie nonetheless.

“You poor child.” She teased under her breath, climbing into the driver's seat and shoving the key into the ignition. She sucked in a breath and held it before cranking it up.

To her surprise, the clunker started right up, though the engine shook the steering wheel a little when she put the thing in reverse down the driveway. She hadn’t driven a car since that night at the gas station. It felt a little weird to be behind the wheel, but even stranger to be back here. Jackson was a beautiful place. . . but it didn’t feel the same way that it had before. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her age or the changes that were happening inside of her. The streets still looked the same, aside from some very minor changes to neighbor's houses. She barely paid any attention to her surroundings when Joel had driven her through town yesterday, and she was a bit scared to see the differences. She didn’t want to dwell on those thoughts or do any soul searching, so she reached out for the radio, pressing play on whatever CD had been shoved into it last.

Depeche mode began to blast over the speakers, and she let out a small sigh of relief. At least her music taste wasn’t horrible in high school.

But it was no wonder she didn’t have a girlfriend. Ellie wouldn’t have dated little Ellie either, that was for sure.

She felt a bit crazy to be driving in the opposite direction of town. Back when she lived here, town was the only place she was headed when she was allowed out of the house. It was no wonder why the two of you had never really crossed paths. She used to complain about how far off in the “middle of nowhere” Joel lived, but your farm had his ranch beat by fifteen minutes. The houses got fewer and farther in between, and despite how much Ellie truly did enjoy the city, she couldn’t deny how beautiful the countryside was. The sprawling fields, grazing animals, and splattering of wild flowers had her rolling down the windows of her car, ignoring the chill so that she could get a better look of her surroundings.

Even the air quality was better in Jackson.

She’d been down this road a few times in her life, having been in the backseat of Joel’s car every single time. She recognized your home from her memories, but your last name didn’t mean much to her back then. She slowed her car down to a crawl, staring at the large sign that sported your family name proudly.

Ellie would be proud of the farm too if it were hers. She bumped down the drive five minutes earlier than you had told her to show up, staring with wide eyes at your house. It was two stories with a balcony- white with green shutters. The wrap around porch was screened in, protecting you and any guests you might have over from bugs that thrive in the summertime heat.

Your stretch of land belonged on a painting, and for a second she worried if maybe she wasn’t the right friend for you. This house was too nice and Ellie. . . Ellie wasn’t very nice at all. She'd only talked to you for five minutes yesterday, but she got the feeling that you were a "good girl". You were wholesome, which wasn't how anyone in Ellie's life would choose to describe her. She slowly made her way up your front steps, and for a second she wondered if she should leave. It would probably be better if she did. Ellie could always just lie and tell Joel that she couldn’t find your house. . . he’d probably drop it after insulting her about her bad sense of direction.

Ellie couldn’t afford to get a crush on anyone right now either. It was horrible timing, and what would be worse is if you actually ever returned those feelings. How was she supposed to explain to you that she wouldn’t ever make a good partner? She couldn’t protect you from anything, not when any loud sounds or bright lights had her falling to her knees. She was careerless, depressed to the point where she had completely lost who she was, had a drinking problem, and was quite certain that she’d combust the second you’d touch her. She was touch and attention starved, but hadn’t remembered that she was even able to desire someone until she’d seen you yesterday-

You’d be dodging a bullet if she hightailed it right off of your property. So she turned on her heel and stared at her boots as she began walking back down your stairs. Her feet kicked up dirt as she made her way back to her jeep, hand already reaching into her pocket for her keys-

“Did I not hear you knocking on the door?” A feminine voice called out to her.

She sucked in a breath so hard that she let out a loud cough, eyes widening as she turned around to face the porch. You were wearing a pair of dirt stained jeans today, though your hair was fastened back with a white bow. Ellie, despite her previous need to protect you from herself, couldn’t fight off the urge to get closer. There was something different about you today. You were a bit manic, your hands already busying themselves with straightening out a few of the potted plants on your porch. You seemed a bit anxious, but you didn’t comment on it so neither did Ellie. Any boundaries you had yesterday with her were gone. You flashed her a wide smile, sauntering up the drive so that you could wrap her up in a tight hug.

Your arms were shaking as they weaved around her neck, pulling her in close. She froze, limbs locking up in surprise as she tried to fully grasp what was going on. You were treating her like an old friend, someone you were excited to see. Ellie didn’t know why you’d be so happy to see her. . . but then again, she was happy to see you. She remembered what Joel had said last night.

Maybe you were sick and tired of being alone.

Your bare arms were cold too- freezing as her fingers accidentally brushed the backs of them. Ellie realized that she had gotten here just in time. If anything, she cursed herself for not showing up twenty minutes earlier, if only to save you from whatever had you this shaken up.

“I probably knocked too quietly. Should have knocked louder, huh?” She mumbled, biting the inside of her cheek as she gave you a gentle squeeze.

She wasn’t used to holding someone like this that wasn’t Dina or Jesse. You felt nice in her arms. Your muscles weren’t hard or rigid like hers, you were all soft and rounded edges. Gentle curves and arms ready and willing to embrace her. Flushed cheeks and silk bows. You smelled wonderful too- sweet and floral, like Jasmine mixed with honey. She didn’t want to let you go, and you didn’t seem ready to end the hug either.

You were still quivering.

“Yeah, you should have.” You agreed, giving Ellie one last squeeze before taking a few unsteady steps back.

You hadn’t been completely sure whether or not she would show up today. Waking up this early was a lot to ask of anyone, let alone someone you had just met yesterday. Still, a part of you had hoped that she would be here. On days that were this bad you found it impossible to work, no matter how busy it kept you. You often spent “mental health days” laid out by Abby’s grave or buried six feet under pillows and blankets in what used to be your shared bed.

Ellie’s presence changed things.

So you squared off your shoulders and cracked her a wide smile, praying that it looked genuine and not forced.

“Let’s hop in my truck and I’ll take you on a little tour of the property before we get started.” You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched the woman take a few steps closer to you.

Ellie looked like she wanted to say something but was holding herself back. You weren’t sure whether or not you would be able to handle her prying or the pity that would follow.

Your fingers twitched at your sides, wishing so deeply that you hadn’t woken up at all this morning. Ellie was beautiful- gorgeous even. You would have been head over heels if you had met her years ago, before. . . well, before Abby happened. Still, her beauty wasn't enough to completely distract you from your grief. A part of you felt guilty for even finding her attractive as you slid into the front seat of the truck.

Maybe that was why you’d had such a strange dream last night. Or maybe. . . maybe it wasn’t a dream at all. Maybe it really was Abby trying to tell you that it was okay to move on. That was confusing to even think about, and it made you count the months since her death on both of your hands, trying to gauge if enough time really had passed. You didn’t want to be alone anymore, but the thought of being in love with anyone seemed like an impossibility. Everything was broken. How could you ever love anyone the same way that you loved Abby? You’d just be doing that other person a disservice.

That’s right, you were cursed.

You could feel Ellie’s gaze on the side of your face as you made your way down the dirt road, up towards the hen houses. You blinked a few times, the apples of your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Slowly you met her gaze, lips twitching up in a small smile as she quickly looked away from you, nervous over having been caught.

“My dad built ten large coops, so this whole fenced-in area right here is where the chickens graze.” You stopped the car and put it in park, keeping the old thing running like you usually did during your quick morning chores. Sometimes the poor truck had a hard time starting back up, and you’d probably burst into tears if your newfound friend had to walk a half mile back to the house with you.

“Do you guys have any problems with foxes?” She asked, keeping up with your fast pace as you unlatched the front of the fence for the both of you.

Your nose wrinkled in disgust, and you were quick to throw your arms up exasperatedly.

“Oh god, do we! I had to get someone out here to change out the fence just six months ago because one of those little fuckers had somehow managed to dig it’s way into their area. Killed seven of my poor girls.” You remembered how angry you were when you’d pulled up to the coops that morning. Burying seven dead hens wasn’t a pleasant experience for you, but it wasn’t something that was new. Still, you hated knowing that they’d suffered in their final moments.

“Jesus, I’m sorry.” Ellie looked around the area, finding it impossible not to notice how well kept everything was. The coops were freshly painted, the grass was gorgeous and plush- bright green under her feet. Truly, your farm was an oasis. She’d never seen anything quite like it before, and you'd barely even started the tour.

“Can I hold one?” She asked meekly, smiling up at you shyly as you turned to look at her. You didn’t exactly take her as the type of girl that would want to hold a chicken, but you were happy to oblige her.

“One of my mamas just hatched a few chicks. Would you want to hold-”

“Yes.” She quickly added, jogging off in the direction that you were pointing, eager to hold anything tiny and fluffy that you had to offer.

You were shocked at the laugh that bubbled its way out of your chest. A genuine, good natured laugh that you found hard to contain as she began impatiently tapping her foot as she waited for you to catch up.

“Didn’t take you for a chicken lover, city girl.” You teased, unlatching the door for her so that she could make her way inside.

The hens squawked excitedly at your appearance, realizing they’d be able to eat their fill of grass, bugs, and dried corn. A few ran over, crowding at your ankles. Rows and rows of nests were lined up along the walls. In the back of the coop were a few small rectangular doors that you could open, which was what you used to harvest eggs. Your dad’s old coops didn’t have anything fancy like that, so you grew up having your hands pecked at. You used to run back home to your mother with blood bruises and angry, raised skin.

“I love chicks.” Ellie said simply and the double meaning wasn’t lost on you.

As if on cue one of the chickens began pecking at the woman’s ankles, earning a small hiss of surprise from her. You snorted, biting your lip so that you wouldn’t laugh at her expense. “I can’t say the feeling is mutual, apparently.” You added playfully, looking around for the yellow poof balls.

“Old news.” She was smiling at you, and something in your chest began doing awful, uncomfortable flips. For a second you even felt a bit nauseous.

Ellie wasn’t Abby, but there was something similar about the two of them. The short haired girl seemed capable and strong. There was a physical sort of confidence in the way that she walked that told you that she knew how to handle herself. You watched as she shoved her hands in her pockets, shoulders squared off, feet shoulder length apart- and it had your lips parting.

Still, you remembered Joel talking about his daughter. . . saying that she was military. You couldn’t remember which branch she belonged to, but you could tell that she was well trained. You tried to imagine what Ellie would look like if she was put in a situation where she needed to protect herself, and you found a shiver running up your spine.

There was a coldness that had been in her eyes when the two of you had first met that had chilled you to the bone. You saw none of it when you looked into her eyes now, but. . . still. . . the thought terrified you. Had those capable hands ever killed anyone before?

You felt horrible even thinking that, even going as far as to give your thigh a small slap in punishment as you bent down, knees digging into the wood shavings and hay. The chicks didn’t seem off put by your small scowl. They saw you and instantly thought “food”, which had them clumsily running in your direction. You hadn’t heard her walk up beside you, only felt the sleeve of her long sleeve shirt brush against your arm as she sat back on her haunches beside you.

“It won’t scare them if I pick them up, will it?” She asked gently, slowly reaching a hand out so that she could brush it against their plush down feathers. They chirped contentedly, unaware of what “danger” even meant yet. You were guilty of babying your chickens, meaning none of them were scared of humans. They pecked at you when they were annoyed, but were never violent per say.

“Not at all. They might seem a bit unhappy, but it’s only because they’re hungry.”

You pressed your hand to your cheek as you watched the woman pick one of the chicks up, holding the tiny thing tightly against her chest so as to not drop it. There was something almost comical about seeing the woman look this gentle, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tried not to hurt the tiny thing. It was adorable. Which was terrifying for you.

You were once again reminded of your dream. . . and you didn’t think you were ready to let Abby go. Not even when Ellie looked up at you excitedly, using her free hand to gesture towards the small creature in disbelief. Almost like she was scared that even talking would frighten it.

“So what do we do now?” Ellie asked, putting the chick down so that she could stand back up. You followed her lead, making your way back over towards the door.

“We open up all the doors and let them walk around for the day. I usually come back and get them back in their coops by sundown.” You let her know, leaving the door wide open as you moved coop to coop.

Ellie helped you, cutting down the time in half. The two of you were back in the truck in record time. You showed her the fields where you planted corn in the late summer to get ready for early fall. You pointed out the small flower garden you had taken upon yourself to cultivate, and then you pulled up to the green houses. Her jaw went slack as she took in all of the buildings.

“You do all of this yourself?” She needed to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. Sure, she was no farmer, but even someone like her knew just how much work this must be for you.

She couldn’t imagine you doing this all day, every day all by yourself. It kinda made her chest ache a bit for you. So when you nodded she took it upon herself to climb out of the truck, eager to do something to lighten the burden for you.

As the two of you approached what appeared to be the oldest of the greenhouses, she couldn’t help but realize that she’d been with you for about an hour. . . and she felt great. Better than great, she felt normal. She had been sent out here so that she could recover, and while she didn’t quite understand what that really and truly meant, being here with you felt right. Being around the animals felt therapeutic, and while Joel might have told you a little bit about her in passing, you didn’t know enough about Ellie to pass any sort of judgment or feel any sort of pity.

Even so, Ellie wasn’t sure she’d be against telling you about what happened. Something told her that you would be understanding. You knew what it felt like to lose people, and she was sure that you had regrets somewhere along the line. Everyone does when it comes to losing loved ones.

She hated that you had suffered enough to understand where she was coming from, but loved that she wasn’t alone for once.

The two of you walked in silence, and there was a heaviness in your eyes that let her know that you were thinking about something serious and sad. Ellie wondered whether your father was on your mind this morning. . . or perhaps your girlfriend. It wasn’t her place to ask, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to.

“Want to help me water them?” You finally asked, motioning towards the tables of plants.

She nodded, but quickly turned to face you. She couldn’t count how many green houses you had on top of this one.

“Do we water all of those plants too?” She felt stupid the second that she asked the question, but even more so when you began to giggle.

Sounding stupid was worth it to hear the sound, so she sucked it up.

“Those green houses are newer and have a built in sprinkler system. We just have to worry about this one, thankfully. We’d be here all afternoon if not.” You began to head in the direction of the hose so that you could turn it on, your stomach tightening with hunger.

You knew the second you got back to the house and made breakfast that you’d be nauseous though. Bad days like this were always the same. You were hungry but you couldn’t eat. You wanted to distract yourself but nothing would work. You wanted to talk to someone but didn’t have any friends that you trusted enough to actually. . . onload on, and you were sick of your mom crying on your behalf.

“So you’re staying with Joel now? For how long?” You decided to make small talk as you handed her the hose, walking along with her as she painstakingly paid attention to every sprout.

She licked her lips before answering you, eyes flickering in a way that made you think that she might feel a bit nervous.

“I was. . . sent here. It’s not like I don’t love being home, because I kinda do. It’s just not something that I exactly chose for myself.” That didn’t feel like the whole truth, but you supposed that she would tell you whenever she was ready.

You played with the raw hem of your old t-shirt, suddenly anxious that you might have put her in a bad spot. Still, you found yourself wanting to know more about her.

“Do you have an addiction problem?” You realized how inappropriate it was to be so blunt. Your mouth went bone dry with panic, and you were quick to grab her hand, shaking your head. “A-All I’m trying to say is that my uncle had a really bad drug problem for years. He’s been clean and sober since last Christmas and is doing great. I don’t judge, that’s all. I’m proud of you, if anything.”

She gulped, looking down at your hand and noticing how close your body was to hers now. She fumbled to turn the hose off with one hand, trying to get her breathing under control. It was twice now that you were touching her like this, and she hated herself for wanting to wrap you back up in a hug so bad. She was also trying not to notice how plush and kissable your lips were.

You smelled great too, which made it hard for Ellie to think.

“Yeah, I guess I have a bit of an addiction problem,” She mumbled, but shrugged her shoulders soon after, contradicting herself. “But that’s not really why I’m here.”

Ellie would have to tell you eventually, she supposed. If the two of you were going to be as good of friends as Joel wanted, then she’d have to fess up eventually. It was better to get it out and in the open now rather than later. Plus. . . if she had some sort of a breakdown then maybe you’d be more understanding if you knew why it was happening.

“My therapist tells me that I suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I was in the Marines and I had a really bad accident. So. . . it was hard for me to live alone.” Ellie stared down at a long-dead leaf on the ground and bent down to pick it up, gently playing with it’s crinkled edges.

“Did you have panic attacks? I have those sometimes too.” You wanted her to know that she wasn’t alone, as stupid as it might sound.

You wanted to relate to her without telling her that your girlfriend had also been a Marine. She was being vulnerable with you, and the last thing you wanted to do was make this moment about you by bringing up your deceased girlfriend.

“Yeah. . . Yeah, I have those a lot. Sometimes I lose track of time- disassociate. It’s scary for others to deal with, so my friends thought that it would be best if I were with Joel. There’s less triggers here than back in Chicago.” You could tell that she was still uncomfortable with the subject matter, but she was powering through.

Ellie appreciated that there wasn’t a hint of judgment in your tone. You genuinely seemed curious. . . and talking about herself like this felt good. Validating, even.

“What triggers you? I just want to make sure that I don’t overstep or accidentally do anything wrong-”

“No, no. You’re fine. It’s more so loud noises and bright lights.”

“So no gunshots?”

“Guns aren’t too bad. . . it’s more so car crashes. Explosions, you know?”

Your mouth went dry. You did know. It’s how Abby died, afterall. You hated that Ellie had gone through something similar. Your heart ached for her.

“Is that how you got this. . . ?” You began to brush your fingers against the scar over her eye. You froze as she flinched, guilt bottoming out your stomach as you quickly yanked your hand away.

She reached out to take your elbow into her calloused hand before you could drop your palm back down at your side, and pressed your fingers against the skin herself. Her skin was still soft, but raised and jagged. You’d never felt a scar this deep before. Still, it was warm under your touch. Alive.

The moment felt oddly intimate, and you kept your fingers there for a few seconds too long before dropping your hand back at your side. Ellie felt like she was going to explode. No one had ever wanted to touch her scar, let alone been allowed to.

“Yeah, It is.” She cleared her throat, grabbing one of her arms in her hands nervously. She was starting to realize that she didn’t mind being seen by you. “I’m legally blind in the eye now, which has been pretty hard to get used to.”

“So you can’t see at all out of it?” You questioned, beginning to walk back over towards the repotting station. You’d noticed a few sprouts that were getting a little too big for their pots, and the last thing you wanted was crowded roots.

She followed after you like a lost puppy, hot on your trail. “I can see shapes and colors. Movement, and everything. But if you held up your hand and asked me “how many fingers am I holding up”, I wouldn’t be able to tell you.” She’d practically had to relearn how to do everything again, as dramatic as that sounded. Losing the vision of one eye affected a lot more than one might think.

“Oh, shit.” You remarked, nose wrinkling up in sympathy. You couldn’t imagine how hard that must have been on top of dealing with the mental anguish of the accident.

“ ‘Oh, shit’ is right.” She agreed with a small smile, leaning her hip against the table as you began laying out the necessary supplies. She watched your hands as they moved expertly around the table, eyes locked on your fingers. “I used to be beautiful.” She joked absentmindedly, alluding to the scar that now marred her features.

“You’re still beautiful.” You said, fully concentrated on the task at hand.

You didn’t realize the weight that your words carried, nor Ellie’s reaction to them. She felt like a giddy teenager. She couldn’t stop herself from fidgeting with the buttons on her shirt. She was smitten.

You were the first person to treat her like an actual human being since the incident. This was the most alive she’d felt in almost a year. . . and she was talking about things. Not like she might talk to her therapist, it was different than that. She was talking to someone that wanted to get to know her, not just to diagnose her, but to understand her. It felt good. Really good. Sickeningly good.

And you thought she was beautiful.

“Do you want to help me repot these little guys?” You asked, motioning towards the tiny pots.

She was scared of killing your seedlings but nodded anyway, desperate for your approval. Ellie watched as you demonstrated the entire thing for her, praying to god she wouldn’t forget a step.

The two of you stood shoulder to shoulder, shaking out roots and gently tucking the plants into their new homes. It was calming- melodic, almost. The constant motion, the gentle noises of the wilderness all around you. Ellie could even feel herself getting good at it. Not as good as you, of course. . . but she wasn’t as bad as she thought she would be.

You watched as she rolled her sleeves up and over her forearms, taking a second to appreciate her hands. Once again, you felt guilty for being so attracted to her. Strands of auburn hair had fallen out from behind her ear and hung in her pale face as she focused on her task. Her strong hands worked methodically. Her veins, her knuckles, her forearms and biceps- Ellie wasn’t just beautiful but gorgeous.

‘Give me a sign, Abby. If I’m not reading too far into last night's dream. . . then just give me some sort of a sign.’ You thought to yourself, eyebrows furrowing as you packed more dirt around the seedling in your hand. You felt like you were being horrifically dramatic, but what else could you do?

You felt idiotic. Delusional, even.

Beside you Ellie continued to work, completely unaware of your building turmoil. Pot after pot, she was really getting the hang of it. Pack down a layer of dirt, shake out roots, pack dirt on top- repeat.

She reached out for another one of the black plastic pots, sliding it over in front of her. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she almost didn’t hear the rattling. She’d been so close to covering up whatever was at the bottom with dirt, but the sunlight caught whatever it was just right.

It sparkled.

Ellie pinched the object between two dirt coated fingers, her eyebrows practically raising up to her hairline as she realized that it was a ring. A valuable looking one, at that.

“Uh. . . is this yours?” Ellie asked, showing it to you.

You blinked a few times at the ring, scared for a moment that you were hallucinating, because things like this only happened in movies. People asking for signs from the other side only for a ghostly apparition to pop up on screen.

Still, that was your promise ring in Ellie’s hand.

Your bottom lip quivered, eyes filling up with tears before you could even stop them. You reached out with gentle fingers, taking it into your hand graciously.

“Thank you.”

And you weren’t sure if you were talking to Ellie. . . or Abby.

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c-nstantine · 1 year

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hey, mickey!

Description: Y/N Wayne meets a boy when looking for her father on the Watchtower.

Warnings: none, fluff

Word Count: 0.4k

Should Y/N have been roaming around the Watchtower looking for her father? Probably not, but the Waynes weren't known for their decision-making skills. In fact, they were known for their detective skills which Y/N also lacked.

"Can I help you?" A voice, who sounded to be around her age. Y/N turned around and was surprised to see one of her favorite superheroes. His face mask was hidden, and she could see the handsome boy in the suit.

"Oh, you're Blue Beetle," Y/N said remembering what she read about him in her father's file. Well, it was Damian's file that Bruce took before lecturing him about not having a file on your teammates. Typical hypocrite Bruce behavior.

"How do you know that?" He and the scarab were on high alert.

"Well, the suit with a blue beetle on it is kinda a giveaway but can you help find my dad?" Y/N gestured and Jaime looked down before remembering what his suit looked like.

"Who's your dad?" Jaime asked while trying to cover up his slight embarrassment.

"Batman," Y/N said in a fake gravely voice which earned a small chuckle from Jaime.

"You're Damian's sister. He never stops talking about you and I've seen you on the news," His eyes widened, and realized that he might meet the end of Damian's sword if he continued this conversation. With the way that Y/N was batting her lashes, his possible death may have been worth it.

"Oh, well did you like what you saw?" Y/N saw an opportunity to flirt and took it. It was hard dating people who weren't a hero and Jaime was adorable.

"Y/N?" Bruce said surprised that his daughter made her way to the watchtower, especially considering she was his only civilian child.

"Hi, Dad. I brought you lunch or dinner. I don't know what time it is," Telling time was hard in space. Also, she had yet to see one clock in the entire time that she had been lost on the Watchtower. It was just a sea of endless stars and space.

"Beetle," Bruce said in a dismissive tone. He didn't know what occurred between his daughter and the teenage hero but he was certain that he didn't like it.

"I'll be leaving now," Jaime backed away slowly from the father-daughter duo.

"Bye, Jaime," His name sounded heavenly when falling from her tongue. The scarab belittled him for an increase in his heart rate and Jaime made a mental note to explain what a crush was.

#jaime reyes x black!reader #jaime reyes x reader #blue beetle #blue beetle x black!reader #black!reader #black reader #c-nstantine

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questforgalas · 5 days

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Favorite Hunter and Omega Moments

It's our favorite father/daughter duo!

Reblog, reply, or send an ask with your favorite Hunter or Omega moments or any moments with both of them, we all know they had some great ones!!!

"Entombed" Hunter at Cid's parlor. I'm sorry, but he was so funny in that scene. No scene had "Tired Parent Hunter" energy quite like that scene and it makes me laugh every single time

Hunter beating down the Zygerrian slaver

"Negative." SIR YES SIR

Anytime Omega hugs Echo. She's put her whole body into it, and she's so real for that

All of her on Tantiss my brave brave babygirl!!!!!

Holding dirt like it's the most precious thing in the galaxy because she'd never been off of Kamino before. She sees the good in everything and nothing isn't a wonder

The growth of Hunter seeing her more and more as a member of the squad and not some kid who needs her hand held and doesn't know what to do, and her ability to give it right back to Hunter when she needs to. These two <3<3

Reblog, reply, or send an ask with your favorite Hunter or Omega moments or any moments with both of them, we all know they had some great ones!!!

Any negative or hate comments will be deleted and will result in a block of the user. This is a positive and safe space only!

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #tbb finale celebration #tbb hunter #tbb omega #omega #hunter

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drizzledrawings · 2 years

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AWHH happy found family father daughter duo!! So cute!! Surely they’ll be happy forever right??

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First photo is a digital illustration of Joel millier and Ellie Williams from the last of us series. The first drawing is full body, depicting Joel holding Ellie in his arms. She’s in a hospital gown. The second illustration is a a half body illustration depicting Ellie’s birthday scene from the last of us 2. She’s wearing a space suit and Joel is smiling at her.

Thé second image is a sketchy digital illustration of Ellie on her side with a bloody nose]

#ellie williams #joel miller #ellie tlou #joel tlou #tlou #tlou part two #the last of us #tlou fanart

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 1 year

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Clan of Three - Chapter 5

Chapter Five: The Prisoner

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 6.5K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, father-daughter duo (they are so iconic)

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Traveling through the galaxy had allowed you to visit many different planets and systems all within the Outer Rim, just a speck of the vast galaxy that was begging for you to explore.

“Where did you say you put it?” You call out from the doorway of the cargo hull, the relationship you had formed with Mando didn’t have an exact label for it. Sure he was watching after you protecting you from the empire, but you weren’t his ward. He had formed a dynamic with you, and following Tatooine, it became clear you could protect yourself with some training. But you had learned how to handle a blaster, Mando teaching you how to properly use a rifle when you explained the recoil had knocked you right off your ass, you could handle a knife skillfully, your hand-to-hand was too shabby, add that with the 9 years of teaching yourself to steal and your decent knowledge of ships and technology you had become less of someone to look after but a partner.

“Look for the big box on the left side it should be beside it,” Mando yells out his focus on the open panel of the ship as he needed to replace their processor, the last planet they were at got fried dealing with the inhabitants that quickly drove you off their planet. You look around the hull spotting the box on the left heading over seeing a metal case, opening it to see the core processor, pre-galactic that makes you roll your eyes. Grabbing it you leave the hull seeing Mando with his arm shoved into the wall holding the old fried processor in place. It would need to be a quick change from the old one to the new one without damaging the ship further that was traveling through hyperspace.

“You should just upgrade this rust bucket. You can scrape this for parts and buy a much better ship.” You say this hadn’t been your first and definitely not your last time pushing him to get a new ship. You could feel his side-eye through his helmet that has you throwing your hands up. Moving towards the child who is playing with the ball of the lever he lets out a small sound of laughter when you rub your fingers along his ears. The ship shakes slightly as the processors are swapped and Mando comes back out from the hole in the wall putting the panel back into place.

“I’m just saying, new ship. Wouldn’t have to change the processors every 6 weeks.” You say spinning the knife in your hand and he waves you off as the ship jolts exiting hyperspace and there’s a beeping sound coming from the cockpit. Mando heads over while you grab the child placing him in his bed as he lets out a yawn. You couldn’t complain about sleeping on the floor with a small cot and blanket while Mando had his own equally small room that he shared with the child. Climbing up the ladder to the cockpit seeing a space hanger grow closer to you.

“Get dressed.” He says and you nod heading back down grabbing your small pack and bringing it into the fresher. You were grateful to get new clothes, your other ones growing ripped and distressed with everything going on. Fixing your hair before leaving the fresher your blaster and the knife Mando gifted to you tucked into their respective holsters finding Mando in the cargo hull bringing down the ramp.

“What are we doing here?” You ask as the ramp comes down the two of you walking off. Now in the large docking bay, multiple ships there as people milled around. But these people seemed to be the kind of crowd Mando would hang around.

“Just let me do the talking.” He says as the two of you come up an older human man, he hand long greying hair with an impressively long beard. The man doesn’t notice the two of you communicate with another but when the person he is speaking two stops seeing the Mandalorian before him the older man turns.

“Mando. Is that you under that bucket?” The older man says dismissing the other man coming over.

“Ran.” Mando greets him and Ran nods looking surprised seeing him,

“I didn't really know if I'd ever see you in these parts again. Good to see you. You know, to be honest, I was a little surprised when you reached out to me,” Ran says and you glance over at Mando, why would he need his help? “You know, 'cause I... I hear things.” Your hand rested on your blaster acting casually but you couldn’t help but be nervous.

“Like, maybe things between you and the Guild aren't workin' out.” He says and Mando seems so calm right now.

“I'll be fine.” Ran nods, glancing at you slightly and you return a stoic look,

“Okay. Well, you know the policy. No questions. And you, you're welcome back here anytime.”

“So, what's the job?” Mando asks as Ran.

“Yeah, one of our associates ran afoul of some competitors and got himself caught. So, I'm puttin' together a crew to spring him. It's a six-person job. I got four. All I need is the ride, and you brought it plus another. Though don’t know how a kid is supposed to be useful.” Ran says looking down at you and you glare at him.

“The ship and the girl weren't part of the deal.” Mando disagrees he was more than capable of doing a job of two.

“Well, the Crest is the only reason I let you back in here,” Ran says giving him an ultimatum.

“Mando it’s fine.” You say your hands tucked in your belt as you stare down Ran, “I’m sure I can show I’m plenty useful.” Ran lets out a full-body laugh clapping his hands together.

“Now where did you find this one at.” He says when he spots another man, “Hey, Mayfeld.” The man comes over he’s human bald, with only a red beard. Weapons and guns strapped across his back.

“This is Mando, the guy I was tellin' you about. We used to do jobs way back when.” Ran says patting Mando on the shoulder and you could see the disdain coming off Mando being touched. Mayfeld looks at Mando almost sizing him up glancing over at you and you give him a look back.

“This is the guy?” Mayfeld says, “Who’s the girl?”

“She’s with him, careful she’s smart as a whip,” Ran says and the two men look over at the girl decades younger than any of them. “We were all young, tryin' to make a name for ourselves. Yeah, but runnin' with a Mandalorian, that was… That brought us some reputation.”

Ran looks over at the silent Mandalorian, “Oh, yeah? What did he get out of it?”

“I asked him that one time. You remember what you said, Mando?” Ran nudges Mando you can practically feel his annoyance radiating off him.

“Target practice.”

“Target practice!” Ran laughs again clapping him on the shoulder, wiping away fake tears, “We did some crazy stuff, didn't we?”

“That was a long time ago,” Mando says stepping back from Ran standing closer to you.

“Well, I don't go out anymore. You understand? So, uh, Mayfeld, he's gonna run point on this job.” Ran says and you can tell Mayfeld was nervous against the very intimidating bounty hunter.

“You good with that?” Mayfeld asks hesitantly.

“You tell me,” Mando responds, and Ran laughs again which was starting to get on your nerves.

“You haven't changed one bit.” Ran says before moving towards Mayfeld, “Yeah, well, Mayfeld, he's… He's one of the best triggermen I've ever seen. Former Imperial sharpshooter.” He says as if that was such an achievement, any stormtrooper with a decent shot was seen as a marksman.

“I wasn't a stormtrooper, wiseass.” Mayfeld says looking over at the ship you would be traveling in, “Don't take long, does it?”

“Razor Crest? I can't believe that thing can fly.” Ran says thinking back on the fond memories with that ship.

“Looks like a Canto Bight slot machine,” Mayfeld says and a hulking devaronian towers over all of you making even Mando look up slightly. ”The good-lookin' fellow there with the horns, that's Burg. This may surprise you, but he's our muscle.”

“So, this is a Mandalorian.” Burg says not hiding that he was sizing him up scoffing, “I thought they'd be bigger.” Mayfeld points over to a protocol droid.

“Droid's name is Zero.” The droid looks over the two of you analyzing you.

“I thought you said you had four,” Mando says

“He does,” A feminine voice calls out as a Twi’lek slinks out from the shadows walking over to Mando with an exaggerated sway of her hips almost making you laugh. “Hello, Mando.”

“Xi'an.” He huffs not happy to see her and when she pulls out a dagger your hand instinctively reaches for your own but you see Mando’s hand telling you not to.

“Tell me why I shouldn't cut you down where you stand?” She hisses the blade lightly tracing the beskar but it doesn’t scratch it.

“Nice to see you, too,” Mando responds flatly and she giggles.

“I missed you. This is shiny. You wear it well.” She openly flirts with him eating him up with her eyes making you gag slightly.

“Do we need to leave the room or something?” Mayfeld says and Xi’an pulls away giving one last look up at him.

“Ugh, kriffing gross.” You mumble under your breath.

“Well, Xi'an's been a little heartbroken since Mando left our group,” Ran explains and you look over at Mando giving him a look. He couldn’t have seriously been with her?

“Aw. You gonna be okay, sweetheart?” Mayfeld says and Xi’an wipes the fake sadness off her face glaring at Mando,

“Oh, I'm all business now. Learned from the best.”

“All right, lovebirds. Break it up till you get on the ship. Right now we don't have much time.” Ran says and they all start heading for the Crest, you see Burg looking down at Mando scoffing before walking onto the ship

“Tiny.”

You look at Mando as the two of you follow after the group to the Crest, “We’re seriously working with them?” You say and Mando just sighs boarding the ship.

“No something I’m happy with either.”

Mayfeld holds a datapad showing a hologram map of a ship, “So, the package is being moved on a fortified transport ship. Now, we got a limited window to board, find our friend, get him out of there before they make their jump.”

“That's a New Republic prison ship,” Mando points, “Your man wasn't taken by a rival syndicate. He was arrested.”

“So what? A job is a job.” Ran says and Mando shakes his head,

“That's a max security transport and I'm not looking for that kinda heat,” Mando says, if the New Republic catches them he wasn’t even thinking of himself. What would they do to the two of you?

“Well, neither are we. So just don't mess up. The good news for you is the ship is manned by droids.” Xi’an says twirling a dagger between her fingers and looking at Mando through her lashes. Maker this was so gross. “Still hate the machines, Mando?”

The droid appears coming from the cockpit, “Despite recent modifications, the ship is still quite a mess. The power lines are leaking, the navigation is intermittent, and the hyperdrive is only operating at 67.3% efficiency.” You give Mando a look hearing the diagnosis, see just get a new ship. He could tell the look on your face choosing to ignore it, “We have much better ships. Why are we using this one?”

“Cause, the Razor Crest is off the old Imperial and the New Republic grid. It's a ghost.” Ran explains.

“Yeah, and we need a ship that can get close enough to jam New Republic code,” Ran says a plan formulating, “So when we drop out of hyperspace here, if we immediately bank into this kinda attitude, we should be right in their blind spot, which will give us just enough time for your ship to scramble our signal.”

“It's not possible. Even for the Crest.” Mando says, to sneak on to New Republic transport was going to be hard but completely off the grid was impossible.

“That's why he's flyin',” Mayfeld replies pointing at the protocol droid. You didn’t feel so reassured either.

“Mando, I know you're a pretty good pilot, but we need you on the trigger. Not on the wheel.” Ran says trying to convince the stubborn bounty hunter.

“Don't worry, Mandalorian. My response time is quicker than organics. And I'm smarter, too.” Zero says and you both frown taken slightly off guard by the bluntness

“All right. I... Yeah. That's good.” Mando says hesitantly.

“Forgive the programming. He's a little rough around the edges. But he is the best.” Ran says moving towards the ramp of the Crest and Mando turns to him.

“How can you trust it?”

“You know me, Mando. I don't trust anybody. Just like the good old days, Mando. Huh?” Ran says pressing the button on his way off leaving you with his crew. Guess you were stuck with them. Zero taking control of the ship takes off you all leaving Ran’s space station off to your mission.

The usually open ship felt crowded with this many people, you were sat in a corner your hand clutching your blaster a small cloth polishing the weapon. You enjoyed the silence that came with being with a Mandalorian who doesn’t conversate and a child would just make small noises.

“Will you sit down?” Xi’an says to Burg who is pacing on the ship having nothing better to do. He knocks the dagger she was holding between her hands and she hisses at him. Mando was up in the cockpit leaving you with these strangers, just until this is done with. You see Mando coming from the cockpit making you relieved. You see Burg fiddling with something and he opens up Mando’s gun cabinet right as he arrives. His hand slams against the door shutting it and glaring at Burg who holds his hands up,

“Hey, okay, I get it. I'm a little particular about my personal space, too.” He says and you see Mando take a step forward invading his space when Mayfeld comes between the two of them.

“So, let's just do this job. We get in, we get out, and you don't have to see our faces anymore.” Mando scoffs stepping back and leaning against the wall beside you as you look at him. Do we seriously have to work with them? He sighs looking away and reading the look on your face.

“Someone tell me why we even need a Mandalorian,” Burg says sitting himself down on one of the large crates.

“Well, apparently they're the greatest warriors in the galaxy. So they say.” Mayfeld says looking to Mando as his gaze is set straight forward.

“Then why are they all dead?” Burg says making them all laugh minus you and Mando. You glance at him quickly reading his body language. That was probably a sensitive subject. You had only known stories of the Mandalorians and how they were the strongest warriors in the galaxy, known to never lose. Until they were all eradicated during the rise of the empire.

“Well, you flew with him, Xi'an. Is he as good as they say?” Mayfeld says looking over at the woman and she smirks.

“Ask him about the job on Alzoc III.”

“I did what I had to.” Mando’s voice is cold and sharp you’ve never heard him speak like that. Xi’an grins knowing she hit a nerve.

“Oh, but you liked it. See, I know who you really are.”

“He never takes off the helmet?” Mayfeld says looking over the beskar armor that covers him, not a speck of skin was in sight. You also had no idea what he looked like. Was he even human, you didn’t even know his name.

“This is the Way.” He repeats the words of his creed and Mayfeld chuckles

“Huh. I wonder what you look like under there. Maybe he's a Gungan. Is that why you don't wanna show your face?” He looks over at Xi’an, “You ever seen his face?”

Xi’an shrugs, “A lady never tells.” You wanted to gag with how obviously she wanted Mando, was she blind as well to see he was uninterested in her? And you could sense it, she’s never seen his face from the rapid beating in her chest.

“Aw. Come on, Mando. We all gotta trust each other here. You gotta show us somethin'. Come on. Just lift the helmet up.” Mayfeld pries at him and you could tell he was feeling uncomfortable.

“Just leave him alone, you’re like children.” You spat from your corner and you see the four of them look over at you, the three of them almost forgetting you were there.

Burg steps closer a grin on his face as he leans straight into your personal space making you lean back. “So does that mean you’ve seen his face? I would too for a pretty thing like you. Mando didn’t take you to like them young.” A click fills the room as Burg feels two blasters press against him. One right against his head the other in a more sensitive spot.

“Make one more comment and you won’t have a bloodline to continue. And I’m seventeen, jackass,” Your finger rest on the trigger glaring straight into his eyes while Mando presses his blaster further into his temple.

“Better not test her,” Mando says the hull dropping several degrees. While they had only heard rumors or had experienced the Mandalorian ruthlessness, they had no idea what they were dealing with when meeting you. You could throw him across the room with the flick of your fingers but you settled with possibly maiming him.

Burg steps back standing on the other side of the ship not wanting to deal with the wrath of the Mandalorian and this child. He hits a panel and it opens up revealing the child awake from his nap looking up at him with wide confused eyes.

“Whoa! What is that?” Burg says the past interaction is completely forgotten by him. Mando holsters his weapon giving you a look. You nod at him letting him know you were okay as he moves over to the child.

“Wait a minute. Did you two make that? Huh?” Mayfeld looks between Mando and Xi’an who shakes her head, “What is it, like a pet or somethin'?” Mando says pulling Burg away from the child.

“Yeah. Something like that.” Mando says and Mayfeld looks almost surprised.

“Didn't take you for the type. Maybe that code of yours has made you soft.” Xi’an says not expecting him to have any real connection to anything.

“Me, I was never really into pets,” Mayfeld says looking at the child and Mando, Yeah, I didn't have the temperament. Patience, you know? I mean, I tried, but never worked out. But I'm thinkin' maybe I'll try again with this little fella.”

“Dropping out of hyperspace now.” Zero’s voice calls out, “Commencing final approach, now. Cloaking signal, now. Engaging coupling now. Coupling confirmed. We are down. And relax. Commence extraction now.” The ship jerks to a halt making you all trip up. Your hand slams against a wall to stop yourself from falling and you hear a cry come from the child.

“Useless droid didn't even give us a proper countdown,” Xi’an says standing up and wiping the invisible dirt off her. You see Mando grabbing the child calming his tears before putting him back into his cradle.

“Z, are you sure they can't see us?” Mayfeld calls out to the cockpit.

“The Razor Crest is scrambling our signature and I am inside the prison system. It's impressive that this ship had survived the Empire without being impounded.” Zero calls out, and you all prepare.

“All right, we got a job to do. Mando, you're up.” Mayfeld says as Mando crouches down opening a hatch on the bottom of the ship showing another that lets them enter the New Republic ship.

Mayfeld climbs down checking around before motioning down the rest of you, Xi’an then Burg followed by yourself then Mando all climb down now in a hall of the Republic ship. The empty halls, floors, and ceilings are pristine and clean.

“Zero. Get us to the control room.” Mayfeld says through his comm and Zero responds,

“Sublevel three. Disabling onboard surveillance.”

“All right, we're on the clock. Second, we engage those droids, they're gonna be all over us.” Mayfeld says as you all begin to travel through the halls.

“Bio trackers activated. I've got eyes.” Zero says having hacked through the surveillance system of the ship. The ship was quiet as you travel through corridors of the prison ship, passing by doors containing both humanoid and alien prisoners.

“I don't like this,” Mando says and Xi’an looks over her shoulder.

“You always were paranoid.”

“Is that true, Mando? Were you always paranoid?” Mayfeld asks not expecting the bounty hunter to be like that.

“Approaching control room. Make a left at the next juncture.” Zero calls out as you all make a left at the juncture, weapons ready for anything. They expect droids to be there but instead just a mouse droid scurrying around the hall. Burg puts his blaster behind his back slowly stepping forward as if to tame a wild animal.

“What? It's just a little mousey. Come here, little mousey.” “Burg.” “Mousey, come here. Come here.” “Burg!” Seeing the droid trying to flee he growls pulls out his blaster and shoots it. The loud bolt from the blaster sends the droid flying.

“No! Burg, what are you doin'?” Mayfeld says having failed at calling him back

“What?”

Turning just around the corner comes six N5 sentry droids, “Intruder alert. Open fire.”

They quickly take shelter from the blaster bolts at the edges of the corridor but the droids were only getting closer. “We're too exposed here,” Xi’an shouts out.

“If they get a signal out, it's not gonna matter,” Mayfeld yells back pulling out a blaster that was attached to his harness. Looking back to see what the Mandalorian was doing to see both him and the girl gone. Those damn cowards. Mayfeld’s thoughts are quickly ended as both you and Mando ambush the droids from behind.

You slid on your knees slicing one of the droid's feet off and making it topple over, spinning on your knees to face them you throw your dagger making it dig into another of the droid’s chest. Mando shoots down one of them before one droid grabs him hurling him against a cell door where he engages in a fistfight. Dodging a blaster bolt rushing towards the one with your knife stuck in its chest you drag it across its chest slicing off the arm holding the blaster. Kicking it in the chest making it crash into the wall.

“Mando, let's go! You're supposed to be somethin' special.” Mayfeld yells out as Mando breaks free from the droid turning towards you and holding his hand out.

“Down!” He yells and you drop down as his flamethrower burns two droids as they melt together. You stand up your blaster firing at the droid he was once fighting in the head, while he shoots at the droid you cut the foot off. The six droids lay dead around you, oil and parts surround the two of you. The cheers from the prisoners witnessing the fight. “You good kid?” He looks at you silently checking you for injuries and you nod.

“I’m fine Mando.” You say as the three people working with Mayfeld walk past you. Xi’an gives you a look and you roll your eyes. Was she seriously jealous that you were fighting alongside Mando? Burg glances at you and you glare at him and he looks away.

Mayfeld walks past the two of you, “Make sure you clean up your mess.” You roll your eyes as you follow after him.

“Thank you both for winning the fight we were clearly losing.” You mumble under your breath glaring at Mayfeld’s back. Mando was lucky to have his helmet on as it covered the small smirk that grew on his face hearing your mumbles. You continue your way through the halls not coming into contact with any more droids as you grow closer to the control room. The door to the control room lies in front of them as Mayfeld pulls out his comm.

“Z, open the door!”

“But I'm detecting an organic signature.” Zero responses but Mayfeld ignores it.

“Yeah, okay. All right. Just open the door!” The doors are already opening right as you sense what’s behind the door.

“Stop!” The New Republic soldier stands there his blaster between his hands pointing it at all of you, “Just stop right there. You put down the blasters right now.” You all slowly stalk into the room the roles being reversed until he’s cornered by Burg and Xi’an as Mayfeld heads toward the controls.

“Nice shoes.” Burg comments looking over his pristine uniform, “Matches his belt.”

“Put down your blasters.” The soldier demands still holding it out.

“There were only supposed to be droids on this ship,” Mando says looking back at Mayfeld and the very human soldier.

“Hang on, hang on. Let's see here. Uh...Cell two-two-one.” He finds the location of the cell retrieving the information before coming over to you all and the outnumbered soldier. “All right, now for our well-dressed friend.” A blaster is aimed at Mayfeld who puts his hands up, “Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey. Easy. Easy, egghead. Put that down. Put that down. Come on. Easy. Put it down now!” Mayfeld’s calm voice grows harsh as his blaster comes out and Mando steps through.

“Easy. Nobody has to get hurt here. Just calm down.” Mando says holding his hand out and the soldier grabs a small device.

“What is that thing?” Burg asks and you see Mayfeld’s eyes widen.

“It's a tracking beacon.” Mayfeld says his grip on his weapon tightening, “He presses that thing, we're all done. A New Republic attack team will hone in on that signal and blow us all to hell. Put it down!”

“Are you serious?” Xi’an says anger flashing across her face.

“Yes, I'm serious,” Mayfeld yells back his gun pointed at the solider,

“You didn't think we needed to know that tiny little detail?” Xi’an spats back and Mayfeld yells back.

“I didn't think we'd get to this point.” Xi’an scoffs her daggers clutched between her hands,

“Yet here we are.”

Mayfeld looks back at the Twi’lek, “Are you questioning my managerial style, Xi'an?” “No, sir.” You step in front of the blaster aimed at both Mayfeld and the soldier, holding your hands up showing you were unarmed.

“Hey. Listen to me,” You say calmly holding your hand out, “Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me, okay? Look. Hey. Put it down.”

“Are you crazy?” Mayfeld yells at you but you stay focused on the soldier who had fear in his eyes. “Put it down.” He demands.

“What's your name?” You ask

“It's Davan. Davan.” The solider, Davan says and you nod,

“We're not here for you. We're here for a prisoner. If you let us go about our job, you can walk away with your life.” You say promising him.

“No, we won't,” Xi’an says and Mando looks over at her.

“Hey. You realize what you're gonna bring down on us?” He says while you keep your focus on Davan.

“You think I care about that?” Mayfeld disagrees.

“We're not killing anybody. You understand?” Mando says and when Mayfeld tries to grab you when a blaster is pointed at him by Mando.

“Get that blaster out of my face, Mando,” Mayfeld says and Mando shakes his head refusing,

“I can't do that.” “Get that blaster out of my face, Mando!” You see a hesitant cross Davan’s face.

“Just give me the beacon.” You say and the weighing feeling covers you and you see Davan’s shoulder’s relaxing slightly his grip on his weapon faltering and his hand begins to rise with the beacon. A dagger jabs his neck as he collapses to the ground. You whip around seeing Xi’an holding her hand out a knife no longer in her hand.

“What is wrong with you!” You shout stepping towards her and she steps forward challenging you. “I had it under control.”

“Yeah. Looked like it.” Your hand moves to your blaster while her to her knives. A hand latches on your shoulder pulling you back and you look seeing Mando.

“Was that thing blinking before?” Burg says and you all look down at the blinking beacon lying in the dead republic soldier’s hand.

“Zero to Mayfeld. Zero to Mayfeld.” Mayfeld instantly grabs his comm yelling into it.

“I've detected a New Republic distress signal homing in on your location. You have approximately 20 minutes.” Zero responds and curses but Xi’an is already out of the control room.

“We only need five.” She says and you all rush after leaving the dead body behind. The halls were empty until you run into a large black hover security droid. Burg hurls the droid to the floor with brute force, and when another appears just around the corner he hurls the first fallen droid. The two droids collide before making a loud explosion and bursting into flames. You all hurry through the halls Mayfeld leads you all as you reach a prison cell.

“Z, open it up.”

“You have 15 minutes remaining.” Zero reminds you all as you hear the mechanisms work.

“Come on, come on. Open it up!” The door opens and you can’t see who’s inside standing to the side checking for any security droids.

“Qin,” Mando says as another Twi’lek male steps out looking at Mando.

“Funny, the man who left me behind is now my savior.” He says and all of a sudden Burg's body slams Mando into the cell Mayfeld slams the door closed.

“Brother!” “Sister.” Qin and Xi’an hug, brother and sister reunited as you stand silently in shock. They betrayed Mando…they betrayed you all.

“Mayfeld, I’ve learned some interesting information. Y/n L/n a high-valued bounty…for the Bounty Hunter’s Guild.” Zero’s voice comes through Mayfeld’s comm and the four of them slowly turn to you as you look back at them.

“KID RUN!” Mando shouts through the bars and you instantly take off dodging blaster fire from Mayfeld and knives from Xi’an. You shoot at one of the control panels for the door as it slams shut behind you and it dents where Burg slams into it.

“Damnit find the kid and quick! Attack’s on the way.” You hear Mayfeld’s voice through the doors as you run through the halls. This place was like a maze and without a map or guide telling you, you weren’t sure if you were going to run into Mayfeld and the others or get back to the Crest. Peeking around a corner and seeing no droids you make your way through the halls your blaster gripped between your hands.

“Kid..kid can you hear me.” The comm attached to your belt comes through and you grab it.

“Mando! This place is a maze I don’t know which way is to the Crest or how to get back to you!” You say turning down another hall barely dodging a group of droids passing by.

“I’m alright, don’t worry about me. Just worry about getting to the Crest, whatever you need to do.” You hear him say and suddenly the lights go out all around you before the emergency lights come on flashing a deep red, “Don’t hold back kid, you hear me.” He knew what he was saying with not holding back. He knew you were capable of looking after yourself, especially with what he’s seen you do that he’s only seen one other person do and that child being on the Crest.

“You have a potential problem. He has escaped.” Zero says to the group of them as they travel through the halls, they were trying to get back to the Crest while also looking for the girl. The money they would get for the bounty would be unreal.

“I told you we should've ended him.” Xi’an hissed turning to Mayfeld who glares back.

“I know.”

“This is your fault!” “I know!” The four continue through the halls before they hear a rumble shake the ship making them grab something to not fall over.

“Is it the Republic?!” “No, we still have time!” The lights go dark before the emergency lights come on flashing a deep red. The four go back to back looking around, this had to be Mando’s doing. But what caused that deep tremor? The sound of footsteps and they look forward to seeing appearing under the flashing lights.

“It’s the girl! Burg grab her!” Mayfeld says seeing her without a weapon in her hand as she looks at the four of them. Burg steps forward a smirk across his face when his legs become cement and he freezes in place. The others look at the man confused why he wasn’t moving.

“Move Burg!” Xi’an hisses and Burg tries moving his body paralyzed.

“I can’t!” He growls out and Mayfeld looks forward his blood running cold. The lights flash red then darkness but he sees you. You hold your hand out concentrating on Burg as he’s frozen in place.

“Shut the door!” Qin yells and Mayfeld pulls out his blaster when you flick your wrist and his blaster goes flying across the hall sliding right in front of your feet. The four of them look at you with confusion and fear in their eyes. You smirk slightly pushing your hand out and both Burg and Xi’an go flying into another corridor right as the blast door closes separating them. Mayfeld and Qin look back at you but you’re gone.

The halls are silent, all of them split up across the ship, both the Mandalorian and this child picking them off one by one. Mayfeld walks through the halls his blasters in his hands the other attached to his back. He looks through the halls looking for danger, he would rather deal with droids than you or Mando. He had never seen anything like that and had no idea what you were. Turning around the corner he approaches an open blast door the flashes of red light to darkness didn’t help his growing nerves. The sound of footsteps makes him freeze and turns towards the sound shooting out the blaster bolt lighting further down the hall. Silence fills the halls again before he hears footsteps again this time coming much faster heading straight toward him. He sprints away shooting at the control panels making the blast doors close behind him but the loud sound of metal bending makes him run fast. Shooting at one more control panel and the blast doors come down completely Mayfeld sighs in relief unaware of the other person in the corridor with him.

Qin was able to find his way back to the ladder leading to the Crest just about to climb out of it when his limbs freeze in place on the ladder. Appearing from the shadows is Mando a blaster pointed at him, “Qin..” Mando says and the Twi’lek regains the feeling in his body as the girl they were after appears from behind Mando, and the bounty hunter can sense you standing beside him.

“You killed the others.” Qin asks and Mando is still staring at him, “You know what this kid can do?” He looks over at you and you’re silently watching him.

“They got what they deserved,” Mando responds. He hadn’t known exactly what you’ve could do but only caught what he saw on the surveillance camera what you did in the corridor with the four of them. It was only adding more information to an incomplete puzzle.

“You kill me, you don't get your money,” Qin holds his hands up when the blaster cocks back humming with energy, “Whatever Ran promised, I'll make sure you get it, and more. Come on, Mando….be reasonable.” Mando is silent as Qin tries persuading him, holding his wrist out willing to be detained if it bad the Mandalorian feel better.

“Huh? You were hired to do a job, right? So do it. Isn't that your code? Aren't you a man of honor?”

Zero finds the Child hiding in his room after looking for him around the ship. The Child raises his right hand ready to defend himself with a power he didn’t understand. A blast comes from the droid and the child looks at his hand surprised before the droid slumps over revealing the Mandalorian and yourself.

Entering the hangar on Ran’s space station, he looks surprised seeing the ramp come down and only Mando, Qin, and yourself are there. Qin and Mando walk down the ramp as Qin and Ran embrace.

“Where are the others?” Ran asks looking past him towards the ship expecting them to come out only meeting your gaze coldly looking back, your hand resting on your blaster.

“No questions asked. That's the policy, right?” Mando reminds him and Ran looks back nodding slowly,

“Yeah. That is the policy.”

“I did the job,” Mando says and Ran pulls out a bag of credits tossing it to him,

“Yeah, you did.”

Mando staring back just nods, “Just like the good old days.”

“Yeah, just like the good old days.” Ran returns the sentiment slightly reminiscing before Mando returns onto the ship closing the ramp but Ran couldn’t shake off the feeling of your gaze as the ramp closes before you turn away. Ran and Qin watch the Razor Crest power up and depart from the space station.

“Kill him,” Ran says out loud looking over at Qin before moving towards a panel and pressing a button. Lifting from below a gunship already beginning to power up.

Qin nods grabbing his belt feeling something, pulling it off seeing a beeping device, “What's this?” Ran’s eyes widen seeing the tracking beacon.

“That bastard.”

The Razor Crest narrowly avoids multiple X-wings exiting hyperspace. The three of you are seated as you leave this interesting mission behind. Mando unscrews the ball off the lever passing it to the child who happily accepts it.

“I told you that was a bad idea,” Mando says and you look over at him.

“You said? I was the one from the beginning!”

The child watches the two of you bickering as you continue your travels in the galaxy.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #clan of three series #the mandalorian #din djarin x jedi!reader #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x reader #din djarin x teen!reader #mando x reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin

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presidenthades · 22 days

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Alicent and Daemon.. That's a whole pack of worms

How would they even get along enough to make 4 kids 😭

Daemon swearing up and down to despise Otto and Alicent and then marrying Alicent and fathering and targ bro's and Helaena...

It actually would be really interesting how Daemon would treat the targ bro's and Hel,where he isn't insulting them every two minutes 💀

So here’s how I would make a “Daemon and Alicent get married and have the Targbros + Helaena” fic happen.

They probably get married around the same time Alicent married in canon, maybe because Viserys realized it might not be a great idea to secretly see a 15yo girl in his rooms…and then he foists responsibility onto someone else, i.e. his brother. Instead of banishing Daemon from court, Viserys annuls the Rhea Royce marriage and tells him to marry Alicent to show harmony and friendship with Otto. Viserys marries Laena instead.

Otto is horrified. Daemon is also horrified, until he realizes Otto hates it, and then Daemon decides he’s going to use this marriage to make Otto miserable by winning Alicent over from her father. Alicent might disapprove of some of Daemon’s activities, but we see in the Episode 1 tourney that she does seem to find him attractive at least. She is probably secretly relieved not to become the queen, although marrying Daemon would also cause a lot of friction with Rhaenyra.

I doubt Daemon would be an especially good husband to Alicent, but he would keep up appearances to fuck with Otto. Alicent is probably content to maintain appearances while mostly being left alone to care for her kids. She is less stressed about her kids being murdered, because they are very far down the line of succession, and few people are willing to mess with Daemon’s children.

In my AU, I tweaked the kids’ ages so Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond are only one year apart from each other. Baby #1 is conceived quickly during the honeymoon period. Daemon names him Aegon after his deceased younger brother and the Conqueror. Daemon is happy he has a healthy son so quickly, so this might prolong the honeymoon period.

Baby #2 shows up. It’s a girl, so Daemon lets Alicent name her, as long as the name sounds Targaryen. Baby #3 is another boy, and Daemon just rearranges one letter in his name ➡️ Aemond. So creative.

Rhaenyra gives birth to Jace around the same time Aemond is born, and a few moons later Laena gives birth to Baela and Rhaena. Laena survives and the twins are healthy, but complications render Laena unable to conceive again. Viserys still has no sons, so this cements Rhaenyra’s position as heir. Velaryons are disappointed but ultimately OK with this because Laenor is married to her and already has one legitimate child, so their blood is getting on the throne.

It does not escape Daemon and Otto’s notice that the only Targaryen males of the next generation are Daemon and Alicent’s kids. When Rhaenyra’s next kid is another girl, our favorite good-son and good-father duo reluctantly cooperate to scheme how to get their blood on the throne. The obvious solution is betrothing Aegon and Jace. Alas, Viserys is still in his “keep Daemon away from the throne” era and strongly discourages Rhaenyra and the Velaryons from accepting.

Daemon and Otto are still determined to marry Aegon and Jace for the Iron Throne, and also Aemond and Luce for Driftmark. Then they realize they should have at least one more boy to marry to Baela. By this point, Alicent is no longer starry-eyed about her marriage, but she’s carved out a space for herself at court, and her kids are all safe and healthy. She’s OK with having another child (it helps that Daemon is not a rotting corpse), and so Baby #4 is born. Daemon swaps one letter in his own name ➡️ Daeron.

Rhaenyra gives birth to Joff a few moons later. She has no interest in having any more children, since childbirth is so risky. Her three daughters are the most desirable marriage prospects ever, so there’s a lot of competition, and Viserys is not in favor of the Targbros. Luckily for them, their dad and grandpa 10000% prepared to be their wingmen 😎.

Ooh I almost forgot to answer how Daemon would treat his kids!

He and Aegon bond over a love of partying and roaming around Flea Bottom. Daemon is better than Viserys at keeping Aegon in shape, because Daemon is actually paying attention to his kids and ensuring they are competitive suitors for Rhaenyra’s daughters. Aegon is more inclined to listen to a dad who takes him out to gambling dens and ale houses for father-son time.

Aemond tries very hard to be like his father, which pleases Daemon. They do a lot of sparring together and talk about Valyrian history. Since Laena is still alive, Aemond can’t have Vhagar, but Daemon might take him on a secret outing to Dragonstone so he can claim Vermithor. Even though they are similar on a surface level, father and son probably still argue a lot because their pride gets in the way.

Daeron is very happy and friendly. Daemon has no idea where he gets it from. Daeron is the baby, so Daemon indulges him like everyone else does, but he really starts paying attention after Daeron is old enough to be whacked around the training yard/thrown onto dragonback.

Daemon isn’t sure what to do with Helaena at first, but unlike Viserys, he realizes that her prophecies aren’t just nonsense. Daemon has a healthy dose of skepticism (“dreams didn’t make us conquerors, dragons did”), but he would be intrigued by the idea of his daughter being a dragon dreamer. Considering Helaena’s abilities and the fact she’s Dreamfyre’s rider, Daemon might decide it’s better not to marry her away and just keep her at home. This makes Alicent happy.

#my writing #ask me anything #wingman daemon #wingman Otto #daemon x alicent

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locitapurplepink · 2 years

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Will you please make me a moodboard of Hunter/Omega as Father/Daughter!?!? If you are up to it, may I also request a torra and Venisa moodboard please and thank you! (I looked down your page and your moodboards are so cute).

Aww, thanks so much @tinysbandanadad 😊 I'm so glad you like it (for your information, he/she has more than one blog 😅)

He/she requested me two moodbaords at the same time, I mean in the same ask box if you guys see what I mean 😊😁 This is my first moodboard request for my 50 followers celebration.

The first one is a song called My Little Girl by Tim McGraw for Hunter and Omega's moodboard.

The second one, he/she didn't know which song will be fit in with Venisa and Torra's relationship so I did a favor for him/her. I remember the song is matching with their personalities. a song called Kings and Queens by Ava Max.

I hope you guys love these. Tell me which one is your favorite and I hove you will like these moodboards that I made @tinysbandanadad

#the bad batch #hunter and omega #omega and hunter #father daughter space duo #star wars resistance #sw resistance #torra doza #venisa doza #star wars moodboard #star wars family #moodboard requests #song lyrics #song requests

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lazaruspiss · 9 months

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sladedicktalia??????? i am LISTENING

there's like. 5 fics. im so starved. i think theyre so hot and funny together!! im obsessed. also this got long so im adding a readmore. whoops.

SlaDick: classic enemies to lovers. they may try to kill each other half the time but they respect each other more than anyone else. OBSESSED with each other, Slade knows he's weird about Dick and couldn't care less but Dick is so in denial about it. they could both give explicit consent but be so antagonistic about it that it becomes unclear if "yes i want to have sex with you" is actually code for "die right now" and i think that's beautiful.

SladeTalia: they fucked! in canon! there was some bullshit plotline where Talia tried to give Slade Damian and pretend he was his son instead! ex fuck buddies who show up just to make each other's lives harder bc they wanna fuck so bad it makes them have stupid brain. also they're both hot as hell. i'm weak for big strong milf/dilf idk idk.

DickTalia: LISTEN TO ME. TALIA WOULD TREAT HIM RIGHT. THEY BOTH KNOW HOW EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATING IT IS TO LOVE BRUCE. LISTEN TO M- ok aside from that. Talia is someone who tried so hard to be good, to choose to be kind. She loved Bruce because she saw how hard he tried to do good in the world. Her character has gotten considerably colder over time, in huge part due to a certain writer writing about her despite knowing nothing about her, but in universe i try and rationalize it as a growing cynicism stemming from both her father's gradually increasing cruelty and Bruce's failure to support her or commit to her or to even just respect her. She hasn't been shown to have very many people in her life who she can really trust and be close to. She used to have a good relationship with Ra's, she used to have Bruce, she's even lost Damian at this point. She feels like such a lonely character to me. And I think Dick would be able to see that, be able to understand it better than most. He's always had people who loved him, people he could turn to, but he's also ended up perpetually isolated for one reason or another. Dick and Talia both feel to me like characters who are so lonely the further they get in their lives. I could see a silent understanding there. The kind of people who would be able to find solace in simply sharing a space with each other. Neither of them like to talk about what they've been through, I think they'd like to have someone who just gets it. Trauma for trauma, you know?

SlaDickTalia: several angles available here.

1) Dick deserves some sexy older lovers who would wine and dine him and also rail him within an inch of his life and also kill for him. i am not immune to the aesthetics!! to the allure of a hot older duo double teaming their young spitfire partner!!!

2) corruption arc. u know u wanna.

3) Dick's fear of abandonment x the 2 most devoted people on the planet. if they were dating nothing bad would happen to Dick again, Slade and Talia just wouldn't allow that. smth smth, couldn't get rid of them if he tried <3

4) Bruce would hate it and that's always fun :3 not that that's hard tho, Babs is like the only one of Dick's partners that Bruce liked and that's bc he wants to keep it in the family.

5) healing.... sobs...... esp when it comes to feelings around parenthood. Those three have shit to work out and i think having some company would help.

6) They all need more people time but 2/3 of them don't get along with anybody so they're kinda stuck with Dick. that kid will forgive anybody if u bat ur eyelashes and behave well enough. He's also more likely to still see them as people despite everything they've been through, and when you're a military experiment and a semi immortal daughter of an immortal terrorist... It can be hard to find someone who looks at you like you still have a chance at humanity.

7) Slade and Talia playing a Cat Vs Dog type game with Dick in the middle. I think it's funny.

#sladicktalia #sladick #sladetalia #dicktalia #i have feelings about them. can u tell #asks #hardlycats

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Episode Summary: We are introduced to Joshua and his family during Sunday Dinner where everyone is helping in and around the kitchen.

Genre: Fluff

Masterlist for SVTTROS Series

a/n this one is really self indulgent (almost boarding delusion). I’ve always pictured Josh with a filo!s/o ever since I found out that some of his friends back in LA are filo. If you don’t relate to this one I understand, feel free to read some more general MCs in the other members episodes.

Italics: Narrators Boo Seungkwan (BS) and Lee Minhyuk (LM)

Bold: Staff

Regular: What family member says / what camera films during the show *____*: English

Listen To: Habang Buhay by Zack Tabudlo

LM: The Return of Superman Idol Edition

BS: Episode 3 “I Think I Love You ” Part 1. The window to window wall frames the first signs of snowfall in Seoul. Today we’re invited into a cute modern style apartment with an open kitchen concept and beautiful gray accented glass cabinets.

LM: There is a lot of music related decor in and around the house, from the signed guitars hung in a protective case on either side of the kitchen while the record player in the living room plays some acoustic music. Could today's superdad be a musician?

BS: They could also be a producer, there’s a bunch of microphones lying around the house.

LM: Two stools are leaned up against the kitchen island with little legs on the highest step. A pair of sturdy legs are standing between the two in what appears to be baggy jeans.

*“Bunso what is this?”* Min-ah asks. (Authors Note: Bunso means youngest in Tagalog).

“It’s pancake batter.” Si-ah, his youngest daughter leans closer over the deep bowl ensuring all the flour has been incorporated into the batter before gesturing to her father to pass the chocolate chips. Joshua carefully puts distance between his son, who is strapped in a frontward facing carrier against his chest, and the small bag of sweets.

*“Are we allowed to do this?”*

“Yeah, it’s a surprise for mommy.” Joshua reassured his middle child by patting her on the top of her head. For a second he notices some of the hairs in her ponytail loosen and quickly tries to flatten it out with his palm before looking back at his youngest. He kicked his legs in excitement at seeing the commotion going on between his older sisters.

“Are you sure?”

His youngest is quick to react, saying *“Unnie, do you always have this many questions?”*

The blunt answer forces a chuckle out of Joshua’s lips as the camera finally pans above to capture his head fully.

BS: I would recognize that laugh anywhere. Today's Superman is none other than a past guest of return of Superman and seventeen’s self proclaimed gentleman, Joshua Hong.

LM: Wow, fatherhood really suits him.

The sound of the front door opening captures everyone’s attention, the three state as Y/N arrives dressed in a simple suit with a briefcase in tow. For a moment the cameras fall onto the massive wedding photo above the couch of Joshua wearing a traditional Filipino suit called a Barong and Y/N wearing a traditional hanbok. The white background of the photo makes the duo appear more vividly in contrast with the gray crowning in the living room.

BS: This supermom looks as if she appeared at a meeting, it’s no surprise given that she is none other than the Co-CEO of Honey-Jade Hong Y/N.

*“Wow girls, everything looks so good.”* She compliments while wafting the air with her free hand. *“You can’t go wrong with breakfast for dinner.”* She makes her way towards the kitchen counter placing her bags against the space next to the fridge.

LM: Breakfast for dinner? That’s new

BS: it’s very common in some places in America to eat like this.

*“Did you guys have fun today?”* Kissing the top of their heads before gesturing towards her husband with her eyes.

Joshua is quick to reassure her with a quick “Yeah” before he is immediately cut off.

*“We were until you came home really early mom, we didn’t get to surprise you.”* A small pout forms on Min-ah’s face upset at the sudden change of plans.

*“That’s okay sweetheart, that just means I can spend time helping us prepare for dinner.”* Her mother stated in an attempt to redirect her emotions.

*“Yeah Unnie it’s okay, we get to cook together and spend more time as a family”*

Si-ah points to a gift bag on the counter. *“Mommy what’s this?”*

LM: I’ve been wanting to know that since she walked in.

BS: It’s quite small to be clothes

*“It’s a gift for the party tomorrow.”*

*“Is it for baby Jeong-woo?”*

*“That’s right. We're going to attend his 100 day celebration with Uncle Wonwoo and the rest of your Sebong uncles”*

BS: Ah that’s right. I wonder if we’ll see more of your uncles on todays episode Siah.

“Hi.”

I think you’re covering your mic Y/N. Can you bring it closer to your mouth.

“Oh my gosh.” She realizes her hair covered most of the black block and adjusting higher up on her shirt collar.

“It’s okay you got this” Joshua whispers in her ear putting his fists in the air in a cheer. The girls turn around in their chair and follow suit, cheering on their mother.

“Hello, I am Y/N. I’m Min-ah, Si-ah and In-soo’s mother. I’m sorry if you can’t understand my Korean, I’m trying really hard to become fluent.” She says while In-so sits in her lap playing with her hands.

Her oldest quietly speaks up to the camera “Hello I’m Min-ah, my English name is Mina.”

“And I’m Si-ah and my English name is Sandara. This is my younger brother In-soo, and his English name is Isaiah.” The second gets up from her seat to get at eye level with her brother. Her enthusiastic coos while holding the cheeks of her younger brother with her hands. The entire family begins to join the youngest as he giggles out.

How many languages does your family know?

“Our girls are fluent in English and Korean. They speak to us in both languages Joshua responds back in Korean and I respond back in English and more recently Tagalog.”

“Our son In-soo picks up English a little better than Korean just because I’ve been able to practice with him because of touring. I’m hoping through this show I’ll be able to accomplish that.”

“We’re not pushing them too much when it comes to picking up the languages I know, we’re learning it slowly throughout our daily lives.”

What was in the suitcase?

“It has pictures of my designs and models. My business partner and I have an upcoming spring fashion launch. I was just looking over the order to on paper to see if I need to make any changes.”

“After having met her through Jeonghan, the two of them immediately found a shared sense of interest in fashion, my wife focused more on the design aspects while Jeonghan’s wife focused on the modelling. Before we knew it they became best friends.”

Why do you call Si-ah the youngest when she’s the middle child?

“Because she’s the youngest girl. I can call Isaiah that too but it gets confusing. So because he is the youngest boy, I call him Balong.”

Is there anything you want to tell the return of the Superman audience?

“I’m so happy to return to this show no longer as a guest but as part of the core members in this coming year. I hope through our different trials and tribulations you continue to cheer us on and perhaps that Korea will learn to be more kind to people like my children and wife.”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen #lamarkeu #lamarkeu asks #lamarkeu series #seventeen reactions #lamarkeu tros #tros x SVT #dad!seventeen #dad!svt

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