#sun republic? or is that too close to cloud

[nikkiissleepy]

if u could rename wasteland, what would u call it?

#this is me pushing my anti wasteland agenda yes #every time i have to use that name it takes years off my life #other nations: fruit bird weather direction and lilith shining nikki #ruin is the only one thats similar but its not actually based off real life cultures #personally im thinking mango (desi mangos >>>>>) or. hm. i was gonna say light since we have 2 wasteland suits w that but thats too close #to lilith #love nikki #sun republic? or is that too close to cloud #just throwing out words since like. apple exists and i cant think of any reason why modern western = apple #sleepy.txt #lnduq #love nikki dress up queen #THANKS GUYS FOR REMINDING ME WE CAN CALL IT ROW #never calling it wasteland ever again

[starrylothcat]

hello friend!

could i request something angsty with comfort with Echo during TCW? maybe it's a citadel fix it where he went dark with no warning, and the two of you finally meet again when you're just about to leave to start new again.

Promise Kept

Echo x Reader One-Shot

Summary: You’re about to move on, leaving Coruscant and memories of Echo behind. A knock on your door changes everything.

Warnings: Post-Skako Minor Echo. Angst, sadness, insecurities. Comfort. Kissing. Happy/Bittersweet ending. 2,000ish words.

Author’s Note: Ahhh Echo…my sweet Echo! Thank you for this prompt @toomanybandstocare I’ve been wanting to write something about Echo for awhile. He deserves the world. ❤️ I hope you like it and thanks for reading!

Your apartment was almost empty. Moving containers were neatly stacked at the front door, with only a few personal items left to pack before your flight off-world two days from now.

It was time to move on.

Your apartment, this city, this planet, they all held too many ghosts.

Every morning when your eyes opened, there was hope he was still alive, that he was in bed next to you, ready to kiss your tears away.

Reality wasn’t far behind, always crashing over you when that split-second hope was ripped away, realizing you were alone and that he was gone. Dead.

You knew it was cowardly to run away, but your heart was heavy, your mind distracted by loss. You knew if you stayed on Coruscant any longer, you’d fade away, caught up in the past and what could have been.

A few weeks ago you requested a job transfer to a remote Republic outpost on a planet composed of small farming villages. The Separatists had recently razed the planet for natural resources, and they were desperate for help. You were assigned to a team dedicated to rebuilding and getting the community back on its feet.

Your job was how you met Echo, his squad assigned to you near the beginning of the war. You had supported The Republic with humanitarian aid, facilitating the setting up of refugee camps on the front lines. Your paths continued to cross, whether it was on the battlefield or on Coruscant, becoming closer each time. You were drawn to one another’s dedication to fighting for what was just, and helping those who couldn’t help themselves.

Eventually, you found yourself in his arms, his soft lips pressing to yours in an unsure first kiss, not knowing where this would lead the two of you. You continued to find one another though, your relationship and love growing stronger each time you could be together.

You lifted the last box of your belongings, setting it by the door as a lump grew in your throat. Tears clouded your vision as you remembered the last time you saw Echo, a memory that replayed in your mind every waking moment. It was what you thought of as you opened your eyes each morning, and the last thought you had before falling into a restless sleep, tears wetting your pillow.

Echo lay with you in your bed, holding you against him. The sun just coming up, light peeking through the curtains of your bedroom. Neither of you got much sleep the previous night, not wanting to waste one moment together.

Echo whispered sweet nothings in your ear as his warm hands roamed your body, his lips moving to leave featherlight kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

“I love you, mesh’la. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

You buried your face into his neck, hearing his gentle words, feeling his heartbeat against yours. You traced your hands over his taught muscle, having already memorized every dip and curve on his body.

“I love you, too.” You kissed him deeply, wishing you had more time. Echo had to leave soon, off to join General Kenobi and Skywalker to rescue a kidnapped Jedi.

“I’ll hold you to that promise, soldier.” You murmured, pulling your lips away from his always soft ones.

Echo nudged his nose against yours, closing his eyes. “I never break my promises.”

Echo let himself relax, getting lost in you. He wondered how he was so lucky to have you. Out of all the men in the Galaxy, out of all the men that shared his exact genetic makeup, you chose him.

At first, he didn’t know why.

You worked alongside ritzy Coruscant politicians and senators that could offer you stability and a real future. He was just another soldier, born to serve and fight, not knowing if his next mission will be his last. But he found you in his arms over and over again, and every time it was harder for him to let you go.

The regulations he had come to know by heart never prepared him for this.

You understood him, saw him for more than just a soldier, another face in millions. You made him think of a future where you could be together, where you could rest. It inspired him to fight harder.

“You’re pouting.” You chuckled, noticing Echo was lost in his thoughts.

He glanced at you, his pout turning into a small smile. “I never pout.”

You hummed as you brought him in for another long, loving kiss. “I’ll be waiting for you, always. You know that, right?” You whispered, staring into his honeyed as they tenderly gazed back at you.

“And I’ll come back to you, always.”

You took in a shaking breath, wiping tears from your face. You couldn’t wait to get off this planet to start anew, hoping with time, these memories would fade and you could heal, just a little bit.

You sat down on a small chair, one of the last remaining pieces of furniture in your apartment. You looked out the window, watching speeders and ships fly by, the sun beginning to set over the endless city.

A faint tap interrupted your thoughts, coming from your front door.

At first, you thought it was something outside, or someone knocking on a door down the hall. You turned your head toward the sound as a louder knock solidified the fact it was indeed coming from the other side.

You stood up, slowly striding over as another knock sounded.

“Hello?” You called. You weren’t expecting anyone.

There was a moment of silence.

“Hello?” You called again, wondering if it was just your imagination.

A voice, muffled and uncertain, uttered your name from behind the door.

The voice was familiar, a gentle cadence that could only belong to one person.

One person who was supposed to be dead.

Someone who shouldn’t be standing on the other side of your door.

You felt like the air was sucked right out of your lungs, immediately recognizing the voice.

You were trying to breathe, your voice barely a whisper, your chest feeling like it was about to collapse in on itself.

“E-Echo?”

You felt nauseous, wondering if this was a sick joke. Was this a nightmare, did you fall asleep in the chair? Will you open the door, and no one will be there?

Your stomach churned as you heard your name again, faint and insecure.

Bile rose in your throat, and blood rushed in your ears.

“Open the door, mesh’la. It’s me.”

Your hand shook as it hovered over the button, not knowing if you wanted to open the door or not.

You bit down on the side of your cheek, tasting blood as you tried to discern what was reality, seeing if you were indeed trapped in a nightmare.

You leaned against the door to steady yourself, inhaling ragged breaths. A million thoughts raced through your head, a million emotions bubbling to the surface as your hand slammed the button to open the door. You gripped the side of the doorframe to stop yourself from falling to the ground.

Whoever stood there, whether it was a delusion, a trick, or a hallucination, was wearing his armor, his helmet.

You couldn’t speak, your throat feeling like it was closing up.

Echo was standing there in front of you. Your legs shook as you stumbled backward, still not believing what you were seeing.

“E-Echo?” His name was a choked sob as he gingerly stepped into your apartment. You continued to stumble backward, your head spinning as you backed into a wall.

“It’s me…” His voice was trembling through his helmet. “I…I wasn’t sure if I should message you or…I figured coming in person was best…I’m here, mesh’la. I’m sorry, I can try to explain…”

You couldn’t formulate words, your body was in shock. Echo didn’t approach you further, seeing your distress. “Echo…I don’t understand…you were dead…they told me and…I…” Your vision was going blurry with tears, trying to process what was happening.

“T-take off your helmet, I need to see you.”

Echo nodded, swallowing thickly.

This is what he feared most.

Not you being angry at him showing up at your door, saying he’s alive after all this time. Not you having moved on, maybe even with a different man.

It was the look of disgust you would have when you saw him, what they did to him. Nonetheless, he had to come to see you, you deserved to know that he was alive, and he had to know that you were okay.

Echo raised his arms toward his helmet, hesitating. This is when you noticed he was missing his arm, and the cybernetics in his legs. “I’m…different.” He uttered, seeing you staring. “I’m not the same.”

“Please…Echo…” You took a step closer to him, your legs still shaking, tears dripping down your cheeks. “I need to see you. I don’t care.”

You watched as his shoulders fell, still hesitating to take off his bucket, preparing himself for the worst. He sighed, sliding it off his head, revealing his shaved head and ports in his skull. You were momentarily shocked at his sullen and pale appearance, not from disgust or fear, but from what he must have been through to come back to you.

These were all questions for later.

He looked different, yes. But it was undeniably him based on the look in his eyes. Maker, his eyes. Those eyes that used to look at you with so much fondness, loyalty, and love. Now they were swimming with sadness, fear, and uncertainty.

It was him, there was no doubt in your mind.

You launched yourself at him, Echo not knowing if you were coming at him for an attack or an embrace. Surprising him, it was the latter. You swung your arms around his neck, pulling him into you, sobbing his name over and over into his chest. His helmet clattered to the ground at the shock and impact of your embrace.

Too many emotions were threatening to explode out of you. Happiness, disbelief, shock, anger, everything. All you could do was cry. You spent so long thinking he was dead, your grief almost swallowing you alive every day. But he was here, breathing, real.

Your legs were weak again, desperately hanging on to him. Echo’s arm came around you, holding you in place, not knowing if he even deserved to touch you, keeping his scomp arm hanging at his side.

You stayed like that for a while, gripping him tightly, letting everything you’ve been keeping in for so long out, your body heaving with every sob of his name. He rested his chin on your head, wanting to say so much, tell you everything, but it was caught in his throat. He felt his tears swell at the corner of his eyes, hearing your cries knowing the torment you must have been carrying around with you since he was gone. He felt guilty.

Finally, you had no more tears left to cry. You steadied your breath, pulling away from his chest, looking up at him. He refused to meet your gaze, his expression grim.

“Echo, look at me.”

“I’m not who I used to be.” Echo’s voice was low. “I understand if you don’t-“

You didn't let him finish, crashing your lips against his, gripping the back of his head, putting everything you had into this kiss. All the sadness and loneliness lifting away from you, feeling his lips once again, hearing his voice. The same soft lips from your memories, what you dreamed about every single night.

Echo melted at your intense kiss, his insecurities forgotten momentarily as he felt your body against his, something real and whole. He hadn’t stopped thinking about you ever since he was torn from the machines, wondering if you’d still want him, if he could even find you.

You pulled away, gasping, your face still wet from the tears. You kissed him again, this time all over his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead, everywhere you could get your lips. You wanted to show him that you still loved him, you didn’t care if he was different. He was still Echo, the man you loved.

His body was shaking against yours, wanting to touch you, show you how much he missed you. He couldn’t for fear of hurting you, waiting for you to recoil once you realized what he had become.

Broken. Unworthy. More machine than man.

“Echo, you’re still you. You’re alive.” You whispered between kisses. “Whatever happened…I’m just glad you’re with me. I love you no matter what.”

Now it was his turn to hold on to you tightly, wrapping both his arms around you, careful not to rib you with his scomp. He was still getting used to his new body.

“I love you.” He whispered, his voice trembling. “I never stopped loving you.” He buried his face into your hair, inhaling your fragrance. “You kept your promise.” You muttered. “You came back to me.” You looked up at him, gently caressing the side of his face. A faint smile ghosted at his lips, his expression softening, realizing you might not run away from him, after all.

“I told you I’d come back to you.” He leaned down toward you, pressing his forehead against yours, not wanting to let you go. “I never stopped loving you either, Echo.” He squeezed you tighter as you both stood there, embracing one another, your broken hearts healing with every passing second.

“You’re leaving.” He spoke finally, your empty apartment hadn’t gone unnoticed by him.

“I am…yeah. I thought…I had nothing left here.”

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could muster. “That I put you through this…”

“Echo…you don’t need to apologize for anything.” You leaned back from him, nodding toward your bedroom. “Lay down with me?” Echo felt panic rise his chest. The thought of being intimate with you and exposing his body was too much, even though he desperately wanted you.

You saw the panic in his eyes. “No! Not like that. I just want to…be with you. Is that okay?” Echo nodded, feeling relieved. He followed you into the bedroom. A familiar feeling washed over him, remembering the nights he would stay over. Sharing kisses, whispering loving confessions under the sheets, always wishing you had more time. It seemed like a lifetime ago. It was almost surreal, being back here, with you.

The room was devoid of all your personal belongings now, just the bed in the middle of the room. Things were going to be different from here on out, but maybe it was for the best. It was time for both of you to move on, together.

You sat down at the edge of the bed, Echo sitting next to you. You took his hand, entwining it with yours. He leaned against you, feeling the warmth of your hand on his, his heart threatening to explode.

You were still the same kind, gentle person you always were. The way you gazed at him…it was like nothing had changed. He felt whole. The anxiety in his chest lessened, becoming aware that you didn’t care how he looked. Echo leaned in, giving you a chaste kiss. “You’re leaving too, aren’t you?” You whispered against his lips.

He nodded. “There’s a squad…I’m heading out with soon.” Echo replied. You knew he couldn’t quit the soldier lifestyle, just like he knew you couldn't quit helping those in need. It was who you were, and why you loved one another. You laid backward, bringing Echo with you. You cuddled up against his side, your hand still in his. You both had so much you wanted to say, but there was time for that later. For now, you just wanted to hold one another.

“I’ll still keep my promise.” Echo mumbled against you, squeezing your hand. “I’ll always come back to you, mesh’la. Always.”

@wanderer-six

#I have a terrible head cold today so I apologize for any errors #I love u echo #echo x reader #echo x you #echo tbb #arc trooper echo #the clone wars fanfiction #clone trooper echo #starrycatwrites #clone trooper echo x reader #clone x reader #tcw #clone trooper echo fanfiction #tcw fanfiction

[deejadabbles]

Ollo 👀👉👈

Whatever and wherever the muses take you 💜

Only if you want to ofc 😘💜

P.S. sorry for being awkward 🤣🤣🤣

I have gotten flustered and weird and I'm sorry

Instead of proper words I made a chibi anime dragon girl ask instead 💀

One pretty boy Kix coming up, my dear! This is half inspired by the words on that sign, half inspired by the fact that I spent 15 minutes laying in bed this morning wishing I could cuddle Kix instead of going into work lmao

Pretty Mornings (Kix x Reader) fluff

Rating: gen Word Count: 887 Warning: none, besides tooth rotting fluff centered around established relationships <3 also not proof read don't lookatme

In a perfect world, the scene would be bathed in sunlight.

You were made for it, after all. Bright and warm and comforting. Rays of sun were made to light up your face, Kix was sure of it.

Instead there was only the sterile lights of the Republic ship overhead, but that was alright. If waking up to your peaceful, gorgeous sleeping face was as close to perfect as he could get, then it was more than enough.

Kix sifted on the pillow just a little, just enough to get more comfortable, but hopefully not enough for you to notice. When you didn’t stir, he felt a smile lift his lips. He knew what you would say, if you caught him again. You’d get all flustered and cover your face, insist that drooling and snoring wasn’t cute or pretty, and he would beg to differ. 

And that was just fine too, he’d spend every morning reminding you how pretty you are, so long as he got these moments in the first place.

Of course, he couldn’t resist, couldn’t stop himself from eventually reaching out giving your cheek the lightest brush of his fingers. You did stir at that, but it was just you turning into his touch, subconsciously rising to the familiar feel of him. There was also a slight, inaudible mumble, but that just made him smile more.

Unfortunately, all good things, in other words, all near-perfect mornings, had to come to an end. He hated to wake you, hated to break the serenity of the moment, but getting reprimanded for tardiness on duty would not make the day any easier. 

After allowing himself one more long look at you, Kix leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Hey, mesh’la, time to wake up,” he whispered against your skin. 

And of course, at first, all you did was groan and shift towards his warmth, snuggling against him. He chuckled and kissed the top of your hair, hand moving to rub your back.

“Come on, sweetheart, we need to get up,” he murmured, barely staving off the cozy haze of sleep wanting to take him over again. 

It was so easy to just fall back into the comfort of such things when you were cuddled to him. A little firmer pat to your back finally had you rustling proper. He leaned back and found one annoyed eye peeking up at him.

He laughed lightly again, “There you are.”

“Ugh, why do mornings have to be so early?” you mumbled, pulling back enough to stretch a little.

“There aren’t really mornings out here, you know. You would say that even if we were on the night shift.”

“Don’t cloud my complaining with facts.”

And there it was, another reason having you was a near perfect way to start the morning, you always made him laugh. “Trust me,” he said, “I would much rather stay here and stare at your gorgeous face all day.”

Kix really knew you too well. As predicted he saw your eyes go wide only for a moment before they were hidden by you yanking the blanket up over your head.

“Oh no you don’t,” his teasing tone matched his tickling hands as he wrestled the covers away from you, “None of that, no hiding that cute flustered face!”

You were smiling when he unearthed your head again and Kix took the chance to roll over you, effectively trapping you from hiding again. He planted a light kiss on your lips before pressing his forehead to yours and letting out a content sigh.

It was your turn to mumble against his skin, “Not fair, you know, calling me pretty when I’m barely even awake to defend myself.” With some effort, you freed your arms from the sheet prison he’d wrapped you in, and threw them around his shoulders. “Especially since I’m the one who likes to stare at your pretty face in the morning.”

That made him pause. Or, rather, made his brain stall. He blinked down at you and, if he were any less distracted, he’d praise your ability to turn the tables to fast as he felt his face heat up.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “Oh, I’m pretty, am I?”

Your lips brushed against his cheek as you whispered, “Prettiest man in the GAR.” He couldn’t know exactly what look he had on his face but, whatever it was, it didn’t hide the effect your words had on him because you hummed in appreciation. “Ooo, you like that, don’t you?” Your hand reached up to cup the back of his neck gently, “Should I remind you how pretty you are more often?”

He turned his face so his lips brushed yours, “Maybe.”

With another light kiss, you pulled him closer, embracing him wholly, encouraging him to indulge in the domesticity just a little longer. “Don’t worry, pretty boy, I'll make sure you never forget.”

The smile that came to his face as he pressed it into your neck was so easy, as natural as breathing. In a perfect world, this moment would never end. But, if the way you held him and the way you loved him was as close as he could get, then it was more than enough. You were always more than enough.

“I’d like that, mesh’la.”

#kix x reader #kix x you #clone medic kix x reader #clone medic kix x you #clone x reader #deeja writes #feel good tag #happy tag #yes i'm putting my own writing in my happy tags this just made me super soft okay?!?!

[malemacrofics]



Ever since Bolin forced Zaheer to "put a sock in it". I've imagined what it would be like to be a pet or toy to that big, himbo lug.

The Side Effects of Spirit-Bending

Content: Gentle Giant, Underwear Entrapment, Cum Eating, Forgetful Giant, Musk, Bolin's just doing his best tbh

A/N: Probably the smuttiest thing I've written yet, I'm not gonna lie. But I am happy with how it came out! Hope you guys like it and, as always, requests are open even if I am kinda slow to get around to them. Also, if you guys have any macro headcanons or blurbs you wanna share, please do! I love talking macro, haha

I wasn’t sure what had happened, if I’m being honest with myself. I am (was?) part of the ground forces attacking Republic City with Kuvira. Her gargantuan machine marched alongside my regiment. My team had been briefed on all the things that might have happened. Everything from the Avatar throwing boulders large enough to fit in my apartment, or the Beifong family joining the fight and attempting to drop entire buildings on the machine. Even that, admittedly handsome, earthbender turning the streets to lava in an attempt to trap the mech was all in the briefing. However, the large purple mushroom cloud that erupted in the middle of the city once the mech fell? Or the resulting energy and shock waves that raced outwards from the epicenter? Those were new. I doubt any briefing could have prepared me for that.

I was one of the unfortunate sods to be close to the epicenter. Everything was basked in a strange, unnatural purple light for a few seconds. The light was quickly followed by an immense burst of heat and force that knocked me horizontal onto the road. Finally, in my last moments before I lost consciousness, I could feel immense amounts of electricity coursing through my body. Almost as though I had stuck my tongue into an electrical outlet. When I finally came too and everything wasn’t surrounded by a constant haze, I looked around to survey my situation.

There were relatively large pieces of debris surrounding me, and the roadway beneath me seemed to suffer a few cracks. However, the buildings on either side of me still reached high into the sky, in fact they seemed higher than they did moments ago. You did just probably suffer some kind of hit to the head. I reminded myself, trying to remain logical despite the rising panic I felt. At least I wasn’t trapped under some debris. I could feel slightly rumbling behind me, however I assured myself it was either an aftershock of whatever caused that shockwave, or a far off building collapsing under its own weight. Now wasn’t the time to get too caught up in worry of what ifs. At least, it wouldn’t have been the time for the panic if not for the massive shadow that began to loom over me. I quickly turned only to see a giant, large enough to eclipse the sun.

I had attempted to bend a nearby rock and blast it towards the giant’s leg, only for it to immediately grab its shin and yell out due to the sudden pain. However, as the giant bent over, and its face got closer to me, I could see who it was, clear as day. It was that lava bender from earlier. However, just as I was able to more clearly make out his face, his eyes fell on me with sudden recognition. I could see his large, green eyes quickly pass through emotions ranging from anger at the pebble I launched his way, to confusion at what I was, before settling on concern. The giant reached out a hand for me. My attempts to evade proved fruitless due to the sheer difference in size between us, as he was able to easily wrap his fingers around me before bringing me up before his face. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, little guy. I don’t want to hurt you! What happened?” He asked

“Let go of me, you big lug!” I responded, trying to thrash against his grip.

“Hey, I genuinely mean you no harm.” He said, opening his hand so I could stand on his palm, “See?”

I warily stood up before eyeing him suspiciously. “So, what do you want?”

“What happened to you? You’re like… five inches tall! Are you a spirit or something?”

“I’m not a spirit. And what do you mean, five inches tall?”

“I don’t know if you noticed, little dude, but you’re standing on my hand. Look around, everything’s giant compared to you!”

I took a look at my surroundings for the first time since the blast, and his words finally set in. The debris I was surrounded by wasn’t actually large. To a normal sized person, it would’ve looked like fist-sized rocks. I must have had a look of concern on my face, as the giant earthbender piped up. “Hey, little guy, don’t panic! Once this is all over, I’ll try to help you get back to normal, alright? My name’s Bolin, by the way.”

Hearing his giant voice grounded me back in our reality. “Right, thank you, Bolin. My name’s Arik. What do we do now?”

Before Bolin could answer, a voice behind him called out “Bolin! Where’s Korra?”

Bolin’s eyes went wide with concern yet again as he frantically tried shoving me into his pocket, only to find his pants lacking them. Then, I could see an idea cross his mind as he mouthed “Sorry” to me before pulling open the waistband of his pants. I didn’t have enough time to grasp what he was doing until I was unceremoniously dropped in and the waistband closed. I fell for only a few seconds until I hit something warm.

I had no light in my new environment, but considering what had happened, It didn’t take much effort to figure out what had happened. I was now face to, well, dick with Bolin. My entire body pinned between his member and the fabric of his underwear. My nose filled with the scent of his musk. I attempted to wriggle free from the confines, only to be met with the giant dick to slowly harden. As it got harder, I found myself with less and less space. Deciding it was better to at least be able to move somewhat, I stopped trying to free myself and instead just wait. Hopefully I wouldn’t be in here long.

—--

Bolin had an exhausting day. He and the rest of Team Avatar, as well as the air nomads, had to deal with Kuvira’s invasion of Republic City, which ended with Korra managing to bend a beam of spirit energy from almost point blank range. And if that weren’t enough, the sheer amount of that energy managed to rip another portal into the spirit realm. After all was said and done, Bolin just wanted to lay down and relax for a little bit. Luckily, Tenzin was more than willing to let him use a guest room on Air Temple Island.

Bolin opened the paper door and saw the room he’d be staying in for the night. A bed pushed against the corner with a wardrobe in the neighboring corner, and between them a large, hexagonal window to let in plenty of wind. He collapsed on the bed, initially face first before turning onto his back. All he really wanted to do was fall asleep, but after the day he was coated in so much sweat he knew he should shower first. But before he could begin to get back up and head into the shower, he could feel his blood begin to rush towards his manhood and feel it begin to harden. He placed his palm on his bulge and began playing with it through the fabric. “What the hell,” Bolin thought to himself, “I deserve it after the day I had.”

As he finished his thought, he pulled down the waistband of his pants and boxers and put his dick in his hand.

—--

Arik felt like the day might never end. He could feel each footstep Bolin took, causing his surroundings to constantly shift. It wasn’t terrible until Bolin began walking up and down some slope. The fabric and skin around him began to shift until he was pinned under looser skin, which Arik quickly identified as Bolin’s testicles. Their wiry hair coiled around his limbs until he was plastered to their surface, and his face now inches away from the tip of Bolin’s penis. As Arik tried to free himself from the hairs, Bolin’s dick would harden again, but with his new position, all he could do was watch as it also leaked small amounts of precum, coating Arik’s face, even forcing him to attempt to eat it if he still wanted to be able to breath. Ironically, the part of this whole experience Arik hated the most wasn’t being trapped against a sweaty crotch, but it was feeling his own dick harden at the experience. At least Arik could take solace in the fact he already had a crush on Bolin after seeing him in those moving pictures a few years back.

Eventually, Bolin began to move more slowly, and he heard some talk through the fabric of Bolin asking someone to stay on Air Temple Island. As Arik was feeling more excited at the prospects of getting out of Bolin’s boxers, he was met with a massive force pushing him closer to the giant earthbender. He was completely pinned against the fabric. Once the pressure alleviated, he attempted to untangle himself one final time in hopes of getting out. Once again, all he did was cause the giant member to grow harder. However, before it could leak any more precum on him, Arik saw light as the waistband of the boxers were moved. However, his hopes were quickly dashed as he watched Bolin grab his own dick in his hands before trying to jack off. Arik wriggled more out of rage, doing anything he could to free himself, but only causing faint moans to come from Bolin.

I finally managed to free one of my arms, using it to free the rest of my limbs. As soon as I freed myself, I began to climb the massive balls I was pinned under for the better part of the day. I finally stood tall at the base of Bolin’s penis. His eyes were closed as he continued to jerk himself off, and I knew he wouldn’t hear me at this distance. I summoned the rest of my energy to begin running along his torso. At first, the run wasn’t terrible. His muscular build granted me enough traction that I wasn’t too worried about slipping, despite the… activity he was currently doing. However, as I began to reach his mountainous pecs, I felt a massive force hit me from behind, throwing me down onto the earthbender’s skin. A white, salty liquid covered my body, and in only a few moments more drops of it hit where I was, all the while I could hear Bolin moan in pleasure. After I picked myself up and wiped off my eyes, Bolin’s eyes fell on me. He quickly grabbed me before sitting up. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry Arik! I completely forgot you were down there!” He apologized. “You’re like, totally covered with my cum now huh? How about we shower and I can try to make it up to you, sound good little guy?”

I simply nodded, as any attempt to open my mouth caused the earthbender’s cum to enter my mouth, forcing me again to swallow it. Bolin stood up and entered the bathroom attached to his guest room. He disrobed after placing me on the counter of the sink. I could see his full body in all its majesty, from strong arms and muscular torso, to his thick cock and tree-like legs. He was built like an adonis. He reached behind me and slowly turned on the sink, just enough to let the waterfall in a single stream rather than a few pitiful drops. He let me climb back onto his palm so I could more easily climb into the basin. He even used his finger nail to cut me off a little chunk of soap to wash myself up with. Meanwhile, he turned on the water for the actual shower and entered. I wasn’t able to see him in any detail through the frosted glass. However, once he was done, he looked just as stunning as the remaining water coursed over his skin. He walked over to the sink and turned off the water. He quickly dried himself off with a towel and wrapped it around his waist before grabbing a small cloth, likely for people to dry off their hands after washing them, and gave it to me to dry myself off with.

Once I was done, he let me climb back onto his palm and took me back into the main room. He placed me onto the table beside the bed, before walking over to the wardrobe and looking through the extra clothes in there. He finally settled on an outfit, it’s orange, yellow, and red fabric making it clear it was an air nomad ensemble, however it still looked natural on him. “I doubt there’s anything in here that’ll fit you, little guy.” Bolin said in an apologetic tone. Before I could even try to reassure him, he turned on his heel and faced me “But don’t worry! I have an idea. Just stay right there, alright?”

Bolin quickly left the room after finishing his thought, only to return a few minutes later, a bundle of fabric being held in one hand, and what looked like a few cookies in the other. He set it all on the bedside table right next to me. “I figured Tenzen’s kids might still have their doll clothes, and I was right!” Bolin said, proud of himself. “Any of these suit you?”

Bolin then began rummaging through the pile of doll’s clothes. There were an assortment of clothes, many reflecting clothes of the different nations. Finally, I settled on an outfit that somewhat resembled Earth Kingdom fashion, with deep greens contrasted with brilliant gold. Unfortunately the pants were a little big for me, but Bolin quickly fixed that by pulling a thread from a shirt I didn’t like and tying it around my waist like a belt. “You look so cute like that, Arik!”

“T-thanks” I sputtered, a blush quickly coming to my cheeks as I looked away from Bolin’s face. I was then nudged by one of his fingers, atop it a small piece of a cookie he had brought back for me. I didn’t want it initially, until I felt my stomach rumble and remembered that the only thing I’ve eaten all day came from Bolin in a more… intimate manner. In the end, I graciously took the crumb and sat closer to the edge of the bedside table. Bolin and I talked for the rest of the night, him trying to get to know me better. Eventually, as we were preparing to go to bed, he said to me “I promise, starting tomorrow I’ll talk to Korra to try to get this fixed.”

“Bolin, can I be honest with you?” I asked, slightly nervous about his response.

“Yeah, of course, little guy! Glad to see you beginning to trust me more.” He responded with a small chuckle.

“I don’t know how much I want to go back to normal…”

“What do you mean? You want to stay like this forever?” “I don’t know about forever, but after getting this tiny and being found by you, things have been kind of… nice, I guess.”

“Even after I accidentally hit you with my cum?” “Weirdly enough, yeah. I had a massive crush seeing you as Nuktuk, and now getting to be taken care of by you? I don’t know, it’s kinda nice. Even if I did spend most of the day against your sweaty crotch.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, it was kind of nice getting to take care of you. And I promise it’s not normally that sweaty.” He said, with another small chuckle to himself. “But I want you to know, if at any time you want to grow back, I’ll talk to Korra and see what we can do. But until then, how about you be my little pet?” “Deal.”

With that, Bolin stripped down to just a pair of boxers and laid on the bed, pulling the covers over him. “So, Arik, where do you wanna sleep? Wanna try laying on my chest, hearing my heartbeat? Or maybe you wanna go back into my boxers? Bolin Jr. is already beginning to miss you.” Bolin said. And sure enough, you turned around and began to see a small bulge growing under the blanket. “No pressure, though” Bolin reassured you.

A/N: Sorry for the vague ending, but wanted you guys as readers to decide where to sleep for the night, lol.

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Illicit Affairs - Chapter 17

Captain Rex x OC

Chapter Summary: Talia catches up and unwinds with some old friends on Kamino, but does she make a choice she'll regret?

Chapter Rating: E

Warnings: Angst, Smut. Piv, drinking, drunk sex.

A/N: please don't hate me you guys lol. I swear things will get lighter for a moment. Getting close to the endgame now! Thanks as always to @galacticgraffiti for being a wonderful Beta reader! As always, comments/likes/reblogs are so SO appreciated.

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Rex had one time tried to tell Talia that every day on Kamino wasn’t rainy, that sometimes the sun peaked out behind the gray veil of clouds, but the past two days spent in Tipoca City felt shrouded in time, Talia’s internal clocked screwed up as she shuffled from briefing to briefing. She met with cadets, all of whom seemed in awe at the presence of a Jedi. It was sweet how they spoke with excitement, but Talia couldn’t ignore the twist in her gut as they vowed their unwavering support to the Republic. So young, yet that was the only life they were told about. At lunch she ate with Storm, who had attended his own sessions to assist training cadets as well, but Storm could sense something had been going on with Talia lately. He had been watching her closely since Turia, maybe just checking in on her as she recovered, but by now she was ready to snap at him, no longer wanting to deal with his probing gaze.

It was almost dinner time, and she knew he would be waiting again. But Talia wasn’t hungry, and didn’t feel the urge to risk him asking too many questions about why her mood was so downcast as of late. She debated heading to a training room again; she hadn’t gotten much further with her progress with force lightning. She really did rely on an output of rage to create it, so each burst seemed weaker than the last. She tried delving into her mind, finding fuel for the energy while she trained, but the dark place it took her was taxing. She was torn between the drive for the power, and the mental wall she had put up against it.  She knew it was risky even dabbling with it this much. But she wanted to try it more. There had to be good use for a power like this, the Council just didn’t see it yet.

She knew also  that she shouldn’t push herself, though; the process was physically and mentally draining. Her knuckles were raw and bruised already from not taking proper care in her earlier training. A residual ache lingered in her body from the exhaustion of pushing herself past her limits. Talia had enough sense to know she shouldn’t push it more for the day, but now found herself wandering the too-bright pathways of Tipoca City. 

Pacing through the halls, Talia paused to watch the ever-storming weather outside, her gaze following a graceful aiwha as it flew out of the water, battling against the wind before diving back into the thrashing waters.

“General Riva!” A booming voice called from her side. Talia didn’t have time to turn but she didn’t need to see who it was; only one clone had such a presence, and quite honestly had the nerve to swoop her up in a wampa-hug that threatened to break her ribs.

“Wrecker!” Talia coughed out in laughter as her feet left the ground. Wrecker quickly placed her back on the ground – the man meant well, at times he just forgot his own strength. Talia grinned at him and took in the rest of Clone Force 99 behind him. She had met them about a year ago, when they had helped the 412th on a mission when the battalion was still in its rebuilding phase after the vicious attack from Maul.

Hunter stood to the side of Wrecker, a small smile of greeting on his tattooed face. Tech seemed more interested in something on his datapad, but mumbled his greetings, while Crosshair stood the furthest back, a signature toothpick in his mouth.

“Good to see you all! Nothing ever seems to change with you guys. Crosshair, your smile is as lovely as ever.”

The sniper rolled his eyes at that, but Talia caught the smallest flicker of a grin threatening to peek through. Hunter stepped forward and held his arm out, which Talia accepted to shake as he spoke, “Good to see you, General. What brings you to Kamino?”

“Just some repairs, picking up some new troops,” Talia shrugged. She tilted her head back, “You all heading to the mess? I guess I should finally head over and get some food.”

“We just got back from a mission-“ Hunter started

“-and don’t feel like dealing with that many regs,” Crosshair added under his breath.

“So, we were just going to head to our quarters,” Hunter finished, ignoring the statement from his brother. He glanced at Talia, back at his squad, then back to her “We actually have some…uh… contraband, if you’re looking for something to do tonight?”

“Offering alcohol to a General? That’s a bold move,” Talia scoffed, crossing her arms. For a moment Hunter looked flustered, as if he were worried she might actually reprimand them when Talia laughed, loosening her posture and slapping him on the shoulder. “You have no idea what I would do for a drink – I’m in.”

The Bad Batch were truly unlike any clones Talia worked with; besides their physical differences, they had their oddities that made them an interesting bunch to hang out with. What they had in common with their reg counterparts, was their bond with each other. The way they would nag and tease one another, a  flair for embellishment when recalling war stories. And for Talia it was a needed break, listening to them goof off after having a few beers.

Wrecker found a way to grow more boisterous under the influence of alcohol, Tech would fall into slightly slurred tangents that were loosely related to the topic of conversation which would prompt Crosshair to teasingly taunt him to ‘turn the page’ to the next topic, but Talia caught the way his normally stern face slipped into a smirk as he joked with his brother. Hunter leaned back in his chair, slowly nursing his drink, a light flush on his cheeks. He would occasionally toss Talia an apologetic glance when one of his brothers made a particularly crass joke, but Talia always waved it off with a smile.

The night quickly moved on, Talia and the Batch drinking more of the beer they had stashed away. It was cheap stuff, even more watered down than what Republic offered for free to clones at 79’s; but it worked to give Talia a light buzz. She leaned against the table, laughing and tossing out jokes once she felt more comfortable- Talia knew the Kaminoans would disapprove for so many reasons, but she didn’t care.

Talia thought back to herself at the beginning of the war, unsure and a bit uncomfortable in her new role as a General. Many nights she had secluded herself in her own quarters as the Venator drifted through space, reading into the late hours. Then one time as the ship was docking in Coruscant, Church, Storm and a few others had invited her to 79’s for the first time. She’d been hesitant, but she accepted.

It was nice, seeing her men more at ease; even if they were as unsure how to act with her off duty as she was with them. But they settled in, getting a bit drunk and enjoying each other’s company. For Talia, that was the moment it hit her how close she was in age to the men she served with, how normal hanging out with them in down time felt. She started to make a habit of going, or relaxing in the barracks after a long mission. Maybe it was unprofessional for her as their technical superior, but Talia grew to rely on the downtime.  She felt it from the men too: the longer they fought the more they needed these little moments where they could dull the stresses of war. And when soldiers passed on, she was able to look back on those nights as a way to remember them, remember the way they laughed or the dumb jokes told. 

That’s why she felt at ease whenever she went out with the 501st, or even now drinking with the Batch. She didn’t know them as well as her own men, but it was easy to sit in and relax with them. The beer was hitting her head, how little food she had that day more obvious as she could feel herself getting drunk. But she didn’t care, she hadn’t laughed this hard in awhile. She felt like the weight that had been resting in her gut ever since Turia was slightly lessened, the laughter easing the tension that settled over her and the alcohol numbing the bitterness she felt. Maybe this was made easier by how different Rex was from the Batch. They didn’t look like the regular clones, their voices even sounded slightly different so she didn’t feel that jolt of pain she had been feeling any time she talked to a soldier since she had last seen Rex. 

Shit. She’d done it again. She’d thought of Rex.

Talia glanced at the empty bottle in her hand; the drink was obviously not doing its job if she was still being reminded of him. She reached for another full bottle, cracked the lid open and gulped.

“How do you drink so much for someone so tiny?” Wrecker’s voice called out from across the table, a teasing grin on his face. Sure enough, about half a dozen empty bottles sat in front of him, and the large clone seemed barely buzzed.

“I handle my booze just fine,” Talia answered seriously, not realizing the evident slur that would lay in her voice nor predicting how when she waved her hand, she would knock over the empty bottles in front of her. The boys laughed at her clumsiness, and she grinned bashfully, reaching down to pick up the bottles. “In my defense, I would have done that sober.”

It turns out the Bad Batch had a decent beer supply, pulling out a new case and drinking more. Talia still more observed their conversation, her eyes being drawn to the waves outside the window once more. How they thrashed against the foundations for Tipoca City, the lights from the buildings reflecting against the surface before it faded into darkness, the waters a black void in the nighttime that would occasionally be illuminated by bolts of lightning. 

Talia was vaguely aware of the boys getting into a brotherly argument, catching a glimpse of something that sounded vaguely like a plan to head into the shooting range. As the ranking officer present, she probably should have had the sense to say something along the lines of ‘alcohol and blasters don’t mix’ but she was more fascinated with the sight out the viewport. The door slammed shut, a silence settling in the room with the absence left from Tech, Crosshair and Wrecker. Hunter grabbed a few bottles, placing them together to slightly tidy up, his eye flicking to Talia as she sat with her thoughts. She held her bottle in her hand, the cool glass against her skin as she twisted it in her fingers, the ale sloshing inside, a poor mimicry of the waves outside.

“Everything ok?” Hunter asked, nudging Talia and breaking her from her silent periphery. Her head jerked to the side, glancing at him. Talia stilled her movements of the bottle, instead, tilting it back and swallowed the remaining booze.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Talia answered right after as Hunter raised a brow doubtingly. Talia sighed. “Just had a long training day, that’s all.”

 Hunter huffed out a laugh. “I understand that; whenever we come back around the Kaminoans run us through every possible test and training routine.”

“Coming home isn’t just all fun?” Talia asked, already knowing the answer. Kamino might be home to the clones, and some had differing degrees of sentimentality to it, but there was nothing ‘homey’ about the aquatic world that she had witnessed these few days.

“It’s not all bad; don’t have to deal with clankers, but I guess we have to trade them in for the Kaminoans,” Hunter answered, earning a giggle from Talia.

“Not that I’m complaining, because it was nice to see a more relaxed side of you, but why did you spend your night with us? Surely you must have had more exciting things to do?” Hunter seemed sincere with his questioning, a curious glance in his eye.

“Not at all; I’m not a very exciting person.” Talia shrugged, earning a disbelieving huff of laughter from the clone next to her.

“I doubt that,” Hunter replied, leaning against the table to smirk at her. Talia rotated on the bench, swinging her legs over it so she sat facing him.  Maybe it was the influence of the cheap beer, but it really was hard to tell he was a clone. Hunter didn’t have the same sweet honeyed eyes of his brothers; his were smoky, like everything else about him from his long hair to the tattoo covering half his face. Talia always felt the tattoo acted as a mask half the time; imperceptible emotions hidden away under it. A fierceness that hid a layer of softness underneath. She couldn’t quell the curiosity in her mind that wondered how far the skeletal pattern went on the rest of his body.

“Oh, I mean it,”” Talia insisted, taking one last sip of the beer in her hands; she didn’t even realize she had been that close to finishing another one. Her cheeks were warm, the room slightly swaying but she contributed a part of that to the waves rocking outside. Talia pressed her arm against the table, leaning against it and mirroring Hunter’s pose facing her. “Don’t really get up to much. Unless you count that one time I was kidnapped by bounty hunters and held hostage by Count Dooku.”

Hunter looked taken aback for a second at Talia’s blunt delivery, but his face broke into a grin as he shook his head. Talia giggled, feeling a bit lighter by the minute. Maybe this was what she needed. A distraction, her head being somewhere else.

“Still, hanging out with me and my brothers probably isn’t up to your speed,” Hunter continued. “Hope the boys haven’t been driving you too crazy.”

“Hunter, I would be perfectly capable of leaving if I was bored,” Talia rolled her eyes. “Besides, you all are…refreshing. And I needed to unwind a little.”

“So did it help?” Hunter asked, spreading his arms wide on the edge of the table behind him. Talia’s eyes flicked to the way his biceps pressed against the tight material of his undersuit, quickly correcting herself to bring them back to his face. “Hanging out, do you feel less stressed?”

“A bit,” Talia nodded, ignoring the heat settling in her cheeks.

“Anything in particular bothering you?” Hunter asked once again, his voice filled with sincerity. The liquor loosening her lips tempted Talia to talk about everything on her mind; about her own insecurities with the Order and as a leader, how stuck she felt, about Rex. But her last shred of composure allowed her to keep it in, stoppering the bottle of emotions in her.

“Just had a lot of long campaigns in a row,” Talia answered vaguely. It wasn’t a lie. Just withholding the finer details.

“I understand,” Hunter sighed, leaning into the table. “Half the time we aren’t even finished with one mission before we’re getting our next assignments.”

“I just want it all to be over with,” Talia admitted. “No more fighting; I’m good at it, but I never wanted to be a soldier.”

“What did you want then?” It was the type of question that had run through Talia’s brain often these past few days. In theory, it should be simple to answer. But Talia felt a weight pressing on her chest every time she even tried to delve into it.

“I’m not sure, but I know this isn’t it.” Talia answered softly. Hunter’s brows cinched, searching for something comforting to say. If he knew her better, he probably would probe her more, trying to get out of Talia what was really troubling her, what left her in this limbo of doubt. His eyes met hers, soft and reassuring and Talia allowed a smile back, something to signal she was ok.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Hunter assured, “It’s a pretty wide galaxy out there. Besides, you’re an amazing woman, and I don’t think there’s much you can’t do.”

Talia resisted the urge to sarcastically laugh, thinking of all the things she failed at. But Hunter was being so sincere, something about his presence was so strangely calming. It was…nice having this sort of reassurance. Even if she didn’t want to talk more in depth about it, someone being there and seeming to care was comforting. And he was familiar. The way his face scrunched when he thought, the small smile he gave, even the sound of his voice; it was scratching the surface of what she knew. And maybe she had been wrong in secluding herself so much lately, because even just this moment of company was partially filling a vacancy that had been left within her. Or maybe it was the drunken haze settled into her, driving some innate need of hers to be with someone else, to feel something else than the loneliness that she allowed to seep in recently.

Talia wasn’t sure what propelled her to do it, whether it was just the beer or the way he smirked at her, or just how much she craved the touch of another person. But Talia leaned in, pressing her lips to Hunter’s, chasing him back as he mumbled something in surprise. 

Hunter did not protest, instead his hands found purchase on her hips as Talia clumsily straddled his lap, his grip steadying her and pulling her tighter to him. Talia moaned into his mouth as her core grinded against the bulge forming in his pants, eliciting a curse from Hunter as he gripped her harder, encouraging her to keep moving against him. The kiss was needy, desperate, remnants of beer lingering on their lips. Talia slid a hand up Hunter’s neck, gripping his hair and tugging lightly. Hunter pulled back for air, and for a moment Talia was worried she had crossed a line but before she knew it aHunter’s hands were sliding lower to grip her ass as he stood.

Talia yelped as she was jolted up. Hunter picked her up and turned them around, just to place her at the edge of the table. He leaned down, kissing her again as Talia’s hand’s found purchase on the front of his shirt, tugging the fabric up.

“Are you sure?” Hunter asked breathily, pulling back to search for any hesitancy from Talia. She shook her head and tugged at his shirt once more. She bit her lip and met his eyes. 

“I’ve always wanted to know how far down this tattoo went,” Talia smirked, pressing her hand to his face. Hunter returned the smirk and helped her remove his shirt. He was leaner than Rex, Talia observed, and the skeletal tattoo continued down his torso, black lines over his toned chest and disappearing beneath the waist line of his pants. Before Talia could reach to pull more off him, Hunter’s hands met the hem of her tunic, unwrapping her robes. His eyes glanced up to hers once more and she nodded, her hands meeting his to help speed up the process.

This was no flight of passion, not a moment of devotion and need for one another, where they were the only thing that could satisfy the other’s need; no, it was instinct, it was desperate and rushed. 

It was craving the touch of someone else, almost pretending it was something more just to fill the void. 

Talia quickly tossed off the last of her clothes, just for Hunter’s rough hands to meet her skin. She moaned as he cupped her breasts, arching herself to press into his touch. His head dipped and he took a nipple into his mouth, swiping over it with his tongue. Talia gasped at the tingling pleasure brought on by Hunter’s mouth, her hands once again landing on his head. Hunter seemed to like it when she tugged on his hair, because he started to suck on her breast, his hand roughly squeezing the other as she cried out.

Hunter pulled back and glanced over her body, the remnants of his spit still glistening over her chest, her legs spread wide and revealing herself completely to him. It suddenly struck Talia, the intimacy of it all, almost too much for what she wanted. She flipped herself over, resting her forearms on the table and sticking her ass out for him to see.

“Fuck me, Hunter,” she sighed, glancing gover her shoulder at him. His eyes were wide as they trained on her wiggling ass. “I want you inside me.”

“Are you sure?” Hunter asked once again as he slowly, hesitantly gripped his cock.

“Yes, just… fuck me already,” Talia ordered, facing forward once more.

Hunter’s hands gripped her waist, his thumbs massaging over her skin as the head of his cock nudged against the lips of her pussy. Her heart was pounding, a thud in her head that could be partially contributed to the ample amount of alcohol in her system. Hunter slowly pressed into her, groaning at the tightness around his cock. Talia winced slightly from the stretch with no foreplay, but relaxed into it, moaning as he settled all the way inside her. The fullness made her eyes roll back into her head, that satisfying relief of having that which she had been craving.

Hunter’s hips slowly rocked back and forth, his breath rugged and hoarse above her as he squeezed the flesh of her hips. His cock dragged along her walls, her cunt squeezing around him. 

Talia’s body was still wound tight, a need for something still stirred in her gut and as good as it felt having him inside her she needed even more. Her palms pressed flat on the surface of the table for more leverage as Talia bounced her ass back to meet his strokes. Hunter cursed as Talia met his thrusts, his cock hitting deeper inside her. It ignited something in him, maybe knowing she wanted more was the right push he needed to give it his all.  He placed a hand between Talia’s shoulder blades, nudging her down against the table as he fucked into her harder.

Talia’s cheek rested against the cool surface, the edge of the table imprinting along her thighs. Talia squeezed her eyes shut, listening as the room was filled by the jostling of the table, slightly skidding on the floor with each thrust, the slap of Hunter’s hips meeting Talia’s ass, his grunts and her high-pitched gasps echoing along the walls. She felt his hand as it firmly held her back in place, his fingers spread wide against the smooth and now sweat dampened skin. Blood was rushing through her head, her mind numb as she succumbed to the feel of Hunter burying himself in her, each buck of his hips like a lightning strike of pleasure to her gut. 

Even in her state, that prickling feeling in the back of her mind reminded Talia how the rest of the batch could walk back in at any moment, that they could see her naked and bent over the table they had all been drinking at moments ago, having all sense being fucked out of her by their Sergeant. But she couldn’t bring herself to care. She needed this, needed to feel him using her for his pleasure. Needed to feel the touch of someone else, get to that precipice of an orgasm that wasn’t from her own hand. Needed to feel something.

Talia’s legs were twitching as they hung off the side of the table, no longer able to rest on the ground as the hot waves of pleasure began to spread through her body. Hunter’s breath grew more frantic, his grunts getting louder as his pace grew sloppy. He lowered himself so his chest pressed into her back, their skin clinging to the other. Talia almost cursed at him for changing the angle when her orgasm was so close, but her words were lost to a cry of pleasure as he slammed himself into her deeper and harder. His head fell in the crook of her neck, his breath hot on her skin. His rasping voice in her ear telling her how good she felt, how hot she was, and grunting her name before he pulled out, spilling hot spurts of his cum on her ass.

Hunter stepped back, his breathing still heavy, his voice husky as he asked, “Did you finish?”

“Yeah,” Talia lied, her own breath still tense. She could feel Hunter’s gaze on her, his own doubt in her words palpable but he didn’t voice it. 

Hunter stepped away, murmuring something about getting a towel as Talia slowly pressed herself up. Through the glass on the window she caught her reflection, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, but mostly what she caught was the exhaustion in her face. Her heart rate slowed down,the orgasm  slowly fading away, and she was left wrung out. It had felt satisfying while it was happening, it had seemed like what she wanted. But an ache settled in her chest because it wasn’t enough, because it only scratched the surface of what she really wanted. Who she really wanted.

After considering the past few days a victory for having not cried, Talia couldn’t stop the flow of tears that suddenly cascaded down her face. It seemed as though her body was trying to release every bottle up emotion she had through her tears as she heaved out a sob and crouched to the ground.

“Shit, Talia?” Hunter’s called out, rushing back over to crouch where she huddled and hot flashes of mortification hit Talia. She didn’t want to be crying right now, but it felt like a dam had burst, and she could not stop herself.

“I’m so so-sorry,” Talia choked out, trying to stop the tears but all she managed to do was cry harder. Naked. On the floor. With Hunter staring at her as horrified as Talia truly felt.

“Don’t apologize, I should apologize!” Hunter hurried to grab the remnant of Talia’s clothes where they were scattered about. He brought them over to her, seemed like he was going to try and put them on her again but retracted his hands and just held out the clothes for Talia to shakily accept. “Please, what did I do? Did I hurt you?”

“No you didn’t, you were great. I’m just in love,” Talia’s voice cracked out in a sobbing drunken slur.

Hunter stared at her, his horror fading into confusion, then ran a hand through his hair. “Gen-Talia, I’m very flattered but uh-“

Talia actually managed to hiccup a laugh in between her sobs, as she loosely wrapped her tunic on. “No, n-not you. I’m not that drunk.”

“Let me get you some water,” Hunter stood up to grab a canteen as Talia redressed. He pulled his shirt over his head as she gulped it down, then kept a watchful eye on her until she finished it. “Listen, I’m so sorry if you felt I pushed you to do anything, I thought you were more aware and wanted-“

“Hunter, I wanted it,” Talia cut him off. “It’s just…I recently got out of a relationship and thought this would-.”

Talia couldn’t finish the sentence because she herself didn’t know the answer. Did she really think having sex with someone else would magically make her feelings for Rex go away? Did she just want to numb the pain she was feeling and used the first person she could find?

Hunter stared at her for a moment, understanding dawning on his features. He didn’t need Taia to explain further. He just nodded and sat next to her, “I didn’t think Jedi did the whole relationship thing.”

“We’re not supposed to, at least not fully,” Talia explained, still sniffling. “We’re encouraged to love, but are supposed to be able to let go. I’m struggling with the latter.”

“Who was the guy?” Hunter asked after a beat. As Talia bit her lip and looked down he quickly added, “You don’t have to-“

“He’s another clone,” Talia admitted softly. Her hand reflexively went to her neck, searching for the necklace she would usually fiddle with whenever she was thinking or nervous. In another jolt to the gut she remembered she didn’t have it anymore. “He ended it because things were too complicated.”

That was putting it too simply, Talia knew it. And she had a hunch Hunter knew it too by how he looked at her, but he didn’t question it.

“But you love him?”

Talia nodded, wiping her face with the back of her forearm. “Didn’t get to tell him that though.”

Hunter and Talia sat in silence after that. He offered her more water as tears still fell from her face. When she couldn’t cry anymore, she could barely keep her eyes open, the sweet temptation of sleep calling to her.

“You can crash here if you need to, I don’t mind sleeping on the floor,” Hunter offered as he stood up. He held out his hand to Talia, which she accepted while shaking her head.

“No, I shouldn’t. Besides the walk back to my quarters might do me some good,” Talia waved him off. Hunter looked doubtingly at her to which she just rolled her eyes, “I can message you when I get back, does that make you feel better?”

“Yes it does; you can barely stand straight and I don’t want to think you fell into the ocean,” Hunter nudged her with a smirk. Talia actually managed to giggle a laugh at that. She made a last attempt to make herself appear a little bit together in the event that she walked into anyone on her route back, but she accepted it was a lost cause.

The halls were empty, their white glow adding to her already forming headache. She didn’t rush her walk back; even though she wanted nothing more than to go to sleep she was already dreading the feelings that would come in the morning. The guilt she was feeling was gnawing at her, guilt for her own embarrassment, for how Hunter had to see her in that state, and that bit of guilt that made her feel like she had betrayed Rex.

Every bit of this planet reminded Talia of Rex. She should have known drinking would just make that worse. She didn’t expect it to make her admit the depth of her feelings for Rex. How much she missed him calling to check in on her, the thought that she could meet up with him on leave sometime soon, or that they even could have a mission that would bring them together. These empty white halls and the thousands of identical faces just made her ache for the one that now probably wanted nothing to do with her. If she had told him she loved him back on Turia, would he have still ended it? Or would he have fought to keep her, like how she wanted him too?

Talia found herself in her quarters, once again plunged into that darkness with nothing but the void of the sea outside her window. The rain had slowed, the waves lightly rocking instead of thrashing; she wondered if it would actually be a sunny day tomorrow. Her fading buzz tingled through her, her eyes growing heavy as she collapsed in the bed, holding her comm in her hand.

Dawn on Coruscant felt timeless in parts of the city; the buildings rose so high that on certain platforms you couldn’t tell the sun was rising, a peculiar haze just settled into the city. There were remnants of bar goers still out from a few of the clubs that stayed open later, night and morning shift workers trading places in their commutes, freight vessels landing in the atmosphere carrying food, medical supplies, and all the miscellaneous supplies the people of the Republic’s capital needed.  It was a bit of a walk from Naobe’s apartment to the train station; Rex had stayed there longer than he should have, but he was still slipping out before she could wake up.

Rex needed to clear his head; he had done nothing wrong technically, but he couldn’t ignore the feeling in his gut, that guilt that made him feel like he had. Maybe Naobe would be upset to find her empty bed that morning, she had seemed fairly interested in him, but Rex wasn’t planning on seeing her again. It was a stupid distraction. One night with a random woman wasn’t going to make him forget how he was feeling. Wouldn’t make him forget Talia. He had known that, yet he still felt disappointed.

Still, he couldn’t dwell on it. He was Captain Rex of the 501st. He had a duty to the Republic, to the brothers who served under him; he couldn’t let his emotions get in the way of that. He would push through like he had pushed through everything else that had come his way.

Rex arrived at the train station; it was empty apart from a couple sitting on a bench near the ticket booth. It was a quick ride to the base, and the next train should only be a few minutes away. Rex glanced at the couple, a Twi’lek man and woman. The man held a bag in his hands, and the woman was leaning on his shoulder, eyes drifting closed as she fought to stay awake. Rex looked away, fiddling with his comm as he felt like he was invading on something too private.

He had muted his comm while at Naobe’s, and had a couple messages. Nothing urgent it seemed, mostly the chat he was in with a few of the CC’s going off. Flicking through them to clear the notification, something else caught his eye that punched him in the gut.

Talia had left him a voice message.

Rex stared at the screen, unsure of if he should wait until he got to base, play the message now, or just delete it and save himself the trouble. But his own desire to hear the sound of her voice won out, and Rex hit play, letting the message echo through his helmet.

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...This is the problem with any climate policy, big or small: It requires an imaginative leap. While the math of decarbonization and electric mobilization is clear, the future lifestyle it implies isn’t always. Right-wing commenters sometimes seize upon this fact to caricature any climate policy as a forced retreat from modernity — Americans forced to live in ecopods — while on the left any accounting seems to cloud the urgency of the moment. A majority of emissions come from just 100 or so corporations, activists argue, a concentration of industrial production that, once decarbonized, could slash the footprint beneath every wall sconce and sandwich. Even if it were true, these arguments conveniently ignore one uncomfortable fact: Walmart, Exxon Mobil and Berkshire Hathaway didn’t burn that fuel on their own — we paid them to, or burned it ourselves, because the way we live depends on it. By any standard, American lives have become excessive and indulgent, full of large homes, long trips, aisles of choices and app-delivered convenience. If the possibilities of the future are already narrowing to the one being painted by science with increasing lucidity, it strains even the most vivid imagination to picture it widening again without a change in behavior.

This isn’t an American crisis alone. All around the world, nations have locked themselves into unsustainable, energy-intensive lifestyles... [...]

The problem of reducing our footprints further isn’t that we don’t have models of sustainable living; it’s that few exist without poverty. Imagine another typical household, this time somewhere in the rural tropics, like the Mara region in northwestern Tanzania. You live with five or six others, your husband, parents, grandmother and perhaps two kids, in a 700-square-foot house without electricity, maybe one you built by hand from sun-dried bricks. You cook with firewood and pay for 3G with the few dollars a day you make. All around you, people are clearing forests for corn and rice, damaging ecosystems that otherwise pull carbon from the air. To give your kids a better life, you move to the city, and as you make more money, you rent a bigger house, take more buses, buy an air-conditioner. All these improvements add to your quality of life, ticking you upward on the Human Development Index, but also expand your carbon footprint — the two being so closely tied they could be proxies. No matter your vocation or luck, the only real way for you to make your life better is to burn more fossil fuels. So you do — collectively elevating your country out of those with a footprint close to zero (Afghanistan, the Central African Republic) and into those around two tons: India, the Philippines.

This is the paradox at the heart of climate change: We’ve burned far too many fossil fuels to go on living as we have, but we’ve also never learned to live well without them. As the Yale economist Robert Mendelsohn puts it, the problem of the future is how to create a 19th-century carbon footprint without backsliding into a 19th-century standard of living. No model exists for creating such a world, which is partly why paralysis has set in at so many levels. The greatest crisis in human history may require imagining ways of living — not just of energy production but of daily habit — that we have never seen before. How do we begin to imagine such a household?

Late last year, I traveled to Uruguay in hope of glimpsing one possibility....

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So I Wait for You Chapter One

written for Kataang Week 2022 hosted by @kataang-week

Day 1 Prompt: Admiration

When she realized she was staring out the window again rather than reading, Katara slammed her biochemistry book closed and banged her head onto its humorless cover. Once. Twice. And a third time for good measure. She sat back up and glared at it. How in Tui's name was she supposed to grasp all of amino acid metabolism and nucleotide metabolism in one lecture? The supplemental reading would help but only if she could keep her focus on it rather than the open window.

Through the screen she could see a small square of blue sky. It beckoned to her. You don't want to be trapped in that stuffy room it whispered. The breeze is warm and there are clouds, water longing to break free. Come play with it!

“Breaks! You need breaks.” her beleaguered brain reminded her. “You can't focus because you've been reading about transamination reactions and ketoacidosis for four hours.”

She opened her desk drawer to free her phone from its banishment. She could study more effectively when the temptation to look at every incoming text was eliminated, so in the drawer the phone went when serious study beckoned. As she lifted it, the screen lit up, and the lock screen image made a lump rise in her throat. In it, she and Aang stood side by side and hand in hand, her small smile outshone by his wide, lopsided grin. Both his front teeth were missing and her lips were sealed tight to conceal the gaps in her teeth. She gazed at their carefree younger selves and wished he weren't so far away.

Katara traced a reverent fingertip across the picture of his sweet face and was frustrated when her phone unlocked and the picture whooshed away. Frowning, she opened her photos and scrolled through her Aang album. A smile stole across her face and the warmth that spread through her chest melted the lump in her throat. Maybe she'd log into Discord and see if he was around instead of playing some mindless game during her study break.

A few flicks and she had the app open. When she tapped the icon for the Harmony Bending Academy Grads server she was delighted to see Flying By Son listed as “Online.” She selected his name and sent a brief message.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:46 PM

Worst thing that happened to you today?

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:47 PM

Blew off my professor's toupee when I airbent my assignment to his desk.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:47 PM

Ouch. Fell asleep on the bus home from campus. Best thing?

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:48 PM

My best friend messaged me on Discord

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:48 PM

LOL same.

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:49 PM

I was just thinking about you, too. Remember the day we met?

Katara smiled softly. That had been one of the best days of her life and she could recall every moment of it, could remember the smells of new Republic City on the gentle breeze and how the sun felt on her skin. And, most of all, she could remember Aang, how effortlessly charming he'd been and how instantly they'd connected.

-0-0-0-

“Will you go penguin sledding with me?”

Katara was busy building a sand castle, relishing the interesting, crumbly texture of the sand under her legs. But she looked up at the unexpected question. A little boy with shaggy black hair and big gray eyes stood on the edge of the sandbox, balanced carelessly on the narrow ledge surrounding it. He had the most adorable smile she'd ever seen. It tilted up higher on one side and radiated warmth and good humor. Her mama had told her to be careful of strangers, but surely she didn't mean other little kids, right? Something about this boy was so entirely trustworthy and appealing that she decided the admonition couldn't possibly apply.

Hesitantly, she smiled and said “o-okay.” Then she looked around, making sure she could see Mama.

There she was, sitting on a bench at the edge of the playground, talking to a bald man with a long mustache and unusual blue tattoos on his head and arms. The man gestured toward them and her mama smiled and waved. All right, the boy must be okay if Mama wasn't warning her off.

Katara turned back to him. “I'm Katara and I'm 6. What's your name?”

Smile widening, the boy answered “I'm Aang. I'm 5.”

His crooked smile spread into a rather dazzling grin as he held out his hand toward her. “Penguin sledding?”

Katara had no idea what penguin sledding was, but the boy seemed very excited by the idea. With a decisive nod, she decided to let him lead the way. She slid her hand into his and was surprised by his firm grasp. Aang drew her away from the sandbox and toward the other end of the playscape.

He stopped abruptly in front of the biggest slide, the one she had never tried because it was so tall. It was even taller than Papa. She only went on big slides if her papa could hold her hand as she went down. But on this particular slide he couldn't reach high enough to hold onto her. She had never noticed before that the walls of the playscape were decorated with otterpenguins. The black and white birds climbed up the side of the handrail along the ladder and slid down the edges of the slide riding tiny sleds. It suddenly crystallized for her that the entire playscape was made to look like a scene from the south pole during the cold months, its chutes and steps all icy shades of blue and white.

She grinned delightedly at her companion. “This looks like home! I'm from the South Pole, but we came here because Papa's a dip-lo-mac.” She pronounced the newly acquired vocabulary uncertainly.

Aang giggled and responded “So is my Gyatso.” He hauled her toward the ladder. “Come on.”

Aang dropped her hand when they reached the playscape. He climbed the ladder quickly, barely touching one rung before he launched himself to the next. Katara looked on in wonder at his bravery. He wasn't as old or as big as her, but he scaled that height as easily and carelessly as she climbed into her bed.

Aang leaned over the edge of the high platform. “Come on, Katara!”

She closed her eyes briefly, his proximity to the steep drop making her palms prickle. But his comfort with the height eventually reassured her. Katara took a deep breath and set a foot onto the ladder. Carefully she focused only on each rung as she grasped it and pulled herself up. When she reached the top Aang grabbed her hand again and nearly blinded her with his bright smile.

“Look,” Aang pointed back toward the bench where her mama had been. “Gyatso and that lady—is that your mom?--look so tiny down there!”

He waved vigorously to the adults. Stomach swooping, Katara glanced down and saw that Mama was standing up. Her arms were folded across her tummy just like she did when Sokka showed off what he could do with his boomerang. Katara waved hesitantly. Gyatso leaned toward Mama and told her something. With a small smile Mama relaxed, dropping her hands to her sides,. She waved back at Katara slightly, just a small twitch of her fingertips.

Resolutely Katara faced Aang again. “I haven't ever been up here before. Do we go down the slide now?”

He nodded solemnly. “Are you scared? It's pretty tall. I'm an airbender, so heights are no problem for me, but Gyatso says sometimes other people are scared of being up high.”

Katara bit her lip as she thought about how to answer. She didn't want to seem like a scaredy-polarcat. She really liked Aang. He was fearless and fun and she didn't want him to think she was a baby. Her gaze trailed down to her mom again, but the grownups had taken out their phones and were showing each other things on them.

Lifting her chin, she met Aang's clear grey eyes and decided she liked him too much to be dishonest. “I'm a little scared, but I want to go down the slide. My papa says that true bravery is learning to face your fears.”

Aang's face went serious. “Your papa must be pretty smart, because Gyatso says the same thing and he's the smartest person I know.” He held his small hand out toward Katara again. “What if we go down together?”

Katara looked skeptically at the slide, then back to Aang. Voice hesitating, she said “I don't think we'd fit.”

Aang's answering laugh filled her chest with a warm fluttery feeling. “We will if you sit behind me!” he reassured her.

She grabbed his outstretched hand, her fingers slotting neatly between his. He tugged her gently toward the slide. When they reached it, he released her and sat down, bracing his feet against either side. Turning slightly, he motioned for her to sit behind him.

Gingerly, she sat down, planting her feet right behind his. His hair tickled her cheek until he turned his face toward her. His smile was softer this time.

“Ready?”

Eyes wide and heart racing, Katara nodded.

“Hold onto me.”

Katara wrapped her arms around Aang's waist and tucked her chin over his shoulder. He pushed off the sides of the slide at the same time he relaxed his feet and they shot downward. Wind stung her eyes and whipped her hair into a chestnut cloud around her head. A laugh escaped her as they slipped around the first curve, picking up speed. By the time they tumbled off the bottom of the slide, both children were laughing so hard their sides ached with it.

Still giggling, Aang stood and offered Katara his hand again. Smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, she allowed him to help her to her feet.

“Again?” he asked.

“Race you to the top” Katara yelled over her shoulder as she started to run toward the ladder.

-0-0-0-

Katara couldn't help but smile at the memory.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:55 PM

Of course I do! I'm not sure how you do, though. You were only 5!

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:55 PM

How could I ever forget meeting the person I admire most?

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:56 PM

Tui and La, I can't believe you are still needling me about that! It has been 6 years, Aang. Let it go.

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:57 PM

Never. You spoke of me as the person you most admire to everyone in our public speaking class. That is something I will hold close to my heart until the day I die.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:58 PM

Hmph. Don't forget that you talked about me when you had to give your speech the next year!

Flying Bye Son Today at 11:00 PM

Of course not! Every word of it true. You're the best.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 11:00 PM

Aww. No you.

Flying Bye Son Today at 11:01 PM

We'll have to agree to disagree. Hey, On Ji's here to study for our chem test. Talk to you later?

Waterwhip Queen Today at 11:01 PM

Okay.

I wish you weren't so far away. I miss you.

Flying Bye Son Today at 11:02 PM

Miss you more.

Happy mood sliding downward, Katara switched her phone off. Annoyed at the moisture blurring her vision, she swiped the edge of her sleeve across her eyes. Sometimes she wished Aang would forget that stupid speech, but the wishing didn't change the fact that she'd meant every word. Aang was kind and brave and loyal and altogether wonderful and she still did admire him more than anyone else. And she knew he thought equally highly of her.

So why, oh why, had he decided to go to university in Ba Sing Se instead of in Republic City with her?

~o~o~o~

Aang's gaze lingered on the screen. I wish you weren't so far away. I miss you. Spirits, he missed her so much it felt like part of his body had been carved away, a constant ache, every heartbeat singing her her her her. If he didn't exercise the strictest discipline over his thoughts, they always slid back to Katara.

His grand plan of getting over her was going about as well as Gyatso had predicted it would. Gyatso had radiated disapproval when Aang had told him he had to be away from Katara to try to get her out of his heart, so they could be friends again in their old easy way, free from his racing pulse and aching longing.

“Oh Aang,” he'd said, placing his weathered hand gently over Aang's shoulder, “she'll never be out of your heart. She has always been your person and you are her person. I knew this as soon as I saw you together the first time. You shouldn't leave her; you should tell her how you feel.”

He had resisted his former guardian's advice, maintaining that confessing his love would ruin everything. Katara was compassionate to a fault, and she cared for him so much. He knew she'd feel guilty for not returning his feelings. And the last thing he wanted was to make her feel bad in any way. So he did not follow her and their Harmony Bending School friends to the University of Republic City, choosing instead to go halfway across the continent to Ba Sing Se University.

Leaving hadn't helped. His heart remained unchanged, still utterly hers, despite their distance and his useless and short-lived attempts to date others. Not for the first time Aang worried he'd made the wrong decision. Gyatso's advice had never steered him wrong before. And, really, BSSU had never felt right to him. Without Katara, nothing felt right. Maybe he could look in to transferring. If he --

“Earth to Aang?” On-Ji's irritated voice cut into his thoughts. “Are we studying for the chem test or are you going to keep staring at your laptop and ignoring me?”

Aang tried on a smile, but found it too strained to hold. He sighed. “Sorry, On-Ji. Let's go over the review questions first.”

Deliberately, he closed his laptop and pushed Katara out of his mind. Later, he reassured himself, he could figure it out later. But he knew she'd be in his thoughts as she always was.

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Summary: Kinktober Day 17 — Pegging with Luke Skywalker Pairing: Luke Skywalker/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Pegging, penetrative sex with a strap-on, anal sex, oral sex (m!receiving and mention of f!receiving), bottom!Luke, top!reader, reader is clothed, Luke is naked, reader is a fellow rebel, dom/sub undertones, use of the color system, dirty talk, language, y'all this is filthy. Word Count: 2.4k

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"Oh, Luke..."

The last Jedi was sprawled so prettily before you, the sheets and blankets of the bed skewed from your activities. Of which there had been many tonight. After a series of long, arduous missions that had started out simple and then snowballed into a series of manhunts and covert infiltrations, you and Luke hadn't seen each other in close to three months now. You'd practically been living in the cockpit of your X-wing, and as soon as you had touched down on base, the orange flight suit had been abandoned for your regular fatigues. Familiar and comfortable, but more importantly, clean.

It had taken far longer than necessary to deliver your report to Chancellor Mothma, but that could've been your exhaustion talking, because you knew the importance of reports and accurate intel. After Endor, the destruction of the second Death Star, and the death of Palpatine, the Alliance had been working overtime to round up what was left of the Empire.

Not to mention all the work to do after it was fully abolished. Restoring the Senate, the Republic, restoring sovereignty to the thousands of worlds that had been robbed of it under the Imperial regime, taking stock of poverty across the galaxy, scoping the worlds that needed the most help, full of need and desperation.

There was a lot of it out there. And you didn't like how the Alliance was more focused on the pomp and circumstance of everything than actually showing that they were different than the Empire.

But one thing at a time, you knew. One thing at a time. And the first thing was to fully weed out and crush the Empire.

The thought of what remained of the Empire began to cloud your thoughts as you strode through base, intent on finding a sonic or a fresher or even just a bed. But as you rounded a corner, a striking figure came into view, his stride full of purpose. It halted as he caught sight of you.

People who'd never met Luke Skywalker before saw his black clothing, his glove, his lightsaber, the strong set of his chin and shoulders, and were instantly simultaneously in awe and on guard. They knew his reputation, his heroic deeds, the rumors surrounding his power, how he'd gone into the Emperor's throne room with Darth Vader and been the only one to emerge alive. They heard the title Jedi, and felt like they were looking at a myth, a legend, something impossible.

Sometimes you did too. Sometimes you caught yourself thinking back to the golden, green flyboy who'd done everything by the seat of his pants and a strange sort of naive, brazen optimism.

And you thought of just how much that golden boy had grown, just how far he'd come in close to five years. Just how much he'd changed.

How much you'd both changed.

Luke smiled at you, that golden, boyish, sunny smile unchanged by his experiences and trauma, and suddenly nothing else mattered than being in his arms.

Somewhere in the background of your reunion, now nothing more than white noise to the both of you, you'd heard Han moan and groan, silenced by either a sharp look or sharp elbow from Leia. You'd have to thank her and give Han shit later.

But for now...

Now you could only focus on the sight before you. Such a pretty one. Luke had the sheets fisted in his fingers, sweat glistening along his naked, tanned chest, always reminiscent of his life under twin suns. His right hand wasn't visibly different from his left, the synthflesh covering the internal mechanics of the prosthetic, but you knew the strength of the hand, remembering how it felt on your head whenever he pushed your mouth onto his cock.

And speaking of his cock...

It was hard, straining against the fabric of his pants, fastened tight and low on his hips. You let a small, pleasant smile grace your features.

"Such a treat to see you like this, Luke," you said, lightly touching his waistline. "Hell of a welcome home present."

You promptly undid his pants, sliding them down his thighs along with his underwear. His cock sprang to attention, so hard it slapped to the skin of his stomach.

You practically salivated at the sight of it, but you forced yourself to continue undressing him, fully slipping his pants off of him. There was the tiniest little tremble of his knees, and you quickly kissed one.

You were still fully dressed. For the most part. Your jacket had been discarded, and your own pants sat unbuckled around your hips, and a strap-on sat proud around your pelvis.

Luke could barely keep his eyes off it, blue eyes darting from it to your face intermittently. He swallowed hard.

"Love when you're home," he said, voice not as calm or steady as normal. There was a little breathiness to his words that made your pleasant smile widen.

"Hmm, me too," you said. Your hands smoothed down the length of his thighs, ghosting down over his legs where they fell off the edge of the bed.

He kept squirming towards the edge, eager but trying to hide it. And though you were eager too, you were going to take your time with this. Three months you'd been without him, now.

Three months too fucking long.

But both you and Luke had made sacrifices. For each other, but also for the sake of the Alliance. Big picture, you'd agreed. You and Luke each had a big picture to look at. You were only part of his, and he was only part of yours. Though internally, you wondered, more and more with each passing day, if those big pictures were beginning to merge into one.

You would love if they did, but even if they didn't, you knew you and Luke would always have each other as part of a whole. One aspect of a whole life to live. One section of a big picture. Not an overblown, portraited figure enshrined into one small, shallow, selfish picture.

The bigger picture was more beautiful, you both agreed. Made even more beautiful by the presence and inclusion of each other.

And oh, Luke was so beautiful right now.

He jumped and twitched as you took his cock into your hand, stroking up and down a few times. His eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back onto the bed. But you reached to touch his chin and his eyes flew back open, gaze locking with yours.

Eyes on me, you said, with nothing more than a look. With his abilities, you were sure Luke got the message, and his eyes stayed locked to yours as you slowly lowered to your knees, hand caressing down his chest. He inhaled sharply at the sensation, and the way you kept your stares locked, even as you pressed a little kiss to the tip of his cock.

Your tongue darted out to tease a little kitten lick to his tip. He jolted, his breath catching, and you could just barely conceal a smile at how pretty he looked.

Never breaking eye contact, you continued to leave little licks all over him, gradually increasing their pressure and length, until you traced the pulsing vein along his cock from ball to tip. The apples of his cheeks were rosy and his eyes were blown wide, and Luke was biting his lip against all the little noises he wanted to release.

You wanted to hear them.

So you finally broke your gaze from his, ducking to close your lips around his head.

Luke groaned deep and fell back against the mattress.

You licked across his tip, tasting his precum and enjoying the burst of heady saltiness in your mouth. Sucking gently, you still just kept your mouth around his head, swirling your tongue around it and stroking up and down his thighs.

Luke said your name in a pretty little bed. You let your amusement color your expression, even if he couldn't fully see it.

"Just a little longer," you murmured, before fully enclosing him in your mouth again.

Luke moaned, hips straining towards your mouth, like he wanted to thrust his full length inside you. But he managed to restrain himself, and you rewarded him for it by cupping his heavy balls in your hand.

He did thrust into your mouth this time, not something wholly unexpected, but still enough to make you moan quietly. You let spit gather in your mouth before letting it leak past your loosely enclosed lips, wetting his length and feeling it spill down all the way to his balls and across your fingers. You gathered it and continued to gently roll them in your hand.

All while never having more than just the head of his cock in your mouth.

You could tell by the pretty moaning and whining coming from Luke that he wasn't going to last long if you kept at it, so within a few seconds, you pulled off of him, a little dribble of saliva connecting your lips to his tip.

You gave his balls one last little massage before releasing them as well.

Luke was so pretty when he looked wrecked, and right now, he did. But you couldn't wait to see the completely cockdumb look on his face when you pushed your strap into him.

You could feel your own arousal starting to soak through your underwear, but you pushed it aside for the moment. It was all about Luke right now.

You gave your first finger a little suck, making cheeky eye contact with Luke as you did so, before pressing the slick finger to the ring of muscle surrounding his hole.

Her jerked fully, trying to push himself onto you, but you backed off a little, pressing a gentle, but firm hand to his thigh. You were setting the pace right now, not him.

Luke eventually settled again.

"Color?" you asked.

"Green."

You pressed your finger into his hole.

You gently worked Luke open, relishing in his little whines and moans. And soon, you were adding a second finger, then a third. Luke was straining not to thrust into your hand, placated by your own steady thrusting and the soothing way you stroked his skin, and the occasional kiss you dropped to the inside of his thigh.

You gently pried your fingers apart inside him, aware that your own three fingers were not big enough to compare to the strap you wore. His favorite.

Luke groaned out your name and his body trembled.

"Color?" you asked.

"Green," he instantly gasped, almost even before you had finished asking. "Force, green!"

You grinned at his eagerness.

"Just making sure you're ready, sweetheart," you said, kissing the inside of his thigh again.

"I have been ready for three months," Luke ground out, pushing his pelvis into your hand.

You laughed, slipping your fingers from him and standing.

"All right, message received," you said. You reached to the bedside table, snagging the bottle of lube and popping the cap. Luke followed the motion of your hands eagerly as you slathered lube all over your strap.

"I've been ready, too," you admitted. You stood over him and leaned down. He gasped a little as your slicked strap slid against his cock, just in time for you to kiss him.

You kept it brief. A promise of more later if he wanted. You knew he would.

"Ready to take my cock, sweetheart?" you breathed, brushing your lips over his. Luke wiggled beneath you, more than ready.

"Please," he said. "Please, I need it."

You smiled again, straightened, lined yourself up, and slid in.

Luke was a puddle underneath you, writhing as you stretched him open, his legs kicking up to wrap around your waist to push you in fully. You chuckled at his eagerness, but decided that if he was so desperate, then you were going to give him what he wanted.

You didn't let him adjust, instead retracting your hips. His hole suctioned around you, like he didn't want you to leave. And when just the tip was still inside him, you thrust forward again, spearing him onto your cock.

Luke was a bit of a babbler when he went cockdumb, but it was one of the cutest things you'd ever experienced, and today was no exception. Broken cries of your name, exclamations of pleasure, little grunts and whines and mews as you pistoned into him. You braced your hands on either side of him on the bed, getting better leverage, and Luke fully cried out at your next thrust.

"Oh, Force, keep going!" he cried. "Keep going!"

You grinned above him, having no intention of stopping.

You fucked Luke hard, and thoroughly enjoyed doing so. And between his eagerness, the three months of no contact, the attention you'd paid to his cock earlier, and your relentless pace, he was soon falling to pieces around you.

With a strangled cry, Luke came, cum splattering all over his chest and stomach.

You could feel the way his legs trembled and clamped around you, slowing your thrusts as you worked him through his climax, spurt after spurt of cum painting across his skin. Until finally, Luke seeped into the mattress, spent.

Carefully, you withdrew, apologizing quietly for the sudden emptiness that made him wince. It always made you wince too.

You shed your clothes quickly, undoing the harness around your pelvis and letting it fall to the ground. You climbed onto the bed beside him, curling against his side and carding your hands through his thick, sweat-matted hair.

He side-eyed you a little, still breathing a little heavily. You smiled cheekily at him.

"I'm home," you said.

He chuckled a little. "No kidding."

You hid your face in his shoulder, giggling in unison with him.

“Want me to get you a towel?” you asked, after a couple beats of peaceful quiet.

"Rather a shower," Luke said. He tossed you an amused look as he slowly sat up. "You probably need one."

You didn't deny that. "Does that mean I can join you?"

"Of course," Luke said. His face lit up with an arrogant little smirk, one that made so many people tell him he looked like his father. "Need you to clean me up before I wrap your thighs around my face."

You'd never hopped into the shower so fast in your life. And yours and Luke's happy, bright laughter dissolved into moans of ecstasy as steam filled the room.

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Untitled Composition # 9083

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[faeriecap]

If It Feels Right

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“I pledge allegiance to the flag…”

The rough little boy’s voice sounds across the crowded classroom amongst a chorus of others, boys and girls dressed in their best school clothes. The first day they were taught something their teacher promised would always be very important and special to them. His shirt already has grass stains and his trousers have holes in the knee. He gave his nicer pair of shoes up for milk money, and so the worse pair of last year are stuck on his feet. They used to belong to a rough and tumble cousin, who wore holes in the soles and toes, through which the crinkled edges of newsprint can be seen poking through. They are the only way the hand-me-downs will stay on his smaller feet. A little hand clutches at his breast pocket; his voice is hoarse as he racks his brain to recite what is written in neatly, chalky cursive on the board.

A face wavers in front of him, a fierce man in a sharp suit and rounded glasses. You will bring honor to this nation. You will herald in the new age, an age of greatness for the people.

He bites down on the piece of plastic lodged between his teeth and tongue, eyes moist. He will be the dawn on the horizon, the coming age of new light.

His teacher’s voice rings out, sweet amongst the unison chanting. “Jimmy, are you having trouble reciting the pledge?”

Yes, ma’am. “No, ma’am. I’m doing just fine.” The hand is placed back over his left side, his lips are wet and he tries to continue, to remember the words.

“Of the United States of America.”

You will be a hero, more than he ever was. Forget him. He is commanded and the Asset knows what to do with an order-obey. Images are wiped form his memory with a cold precision. He is sealed into his chrysalis; he will be reborn as something new. He must save them, he must try. No one saved him, he must…

The heat of the summer sun streams through the crinkled blinds, dotted with smiley face masks drawn in garish crayon clipped to the slats with clothespins and string. He is sweating, with effort, with nerves. He mustn’t make mistakes, he must bring honor to his nation. He is youthful, he is proud.

“And to the Republic, for which it stands,” Bucky’s voice is high and clear. He will succeed, he knows he can.

The man circles him, like smoke wafting in from an evening lounge, he is thick and close and everywhere. Do as you are told. Comply. Obey. You will be a savior, crowning in shining glory.

“One nation.” He thinks back to the smaller boy in the next class, a frail thing whom everyone threw clods of dirt at and picked on when he couldn’t play tag with them. Bucky had sat with him until his wheezing subsided and color returned to his cheeks. Steve can recite the whole pledge, and he’s younger than Bucky. He’ll do it for Steve. Steve will be proud of him.

They will be proud of him, and he will not even miss what he leaves behind. Your time of service is not finished. He must defend them; protect the interests of those who know what is best. There is no promised land, no courageously bold nation that passes out free will along with paychecks and military drafts; there is no longer a God above.

“Indivisible.”

He can feel ice slipping in between his tendons and fibers, frosting over his boiling blood and sapping him of all resolve to struggle. Bonds are breaking as they are forgotten, bones are snapping and he is remolded for something breakable will always break. Steve, fragile as glass will be broken but The Asset can remold him too. His skin is crawling and settles in new shapes, twisted and callused. They reroute his blood, they frazzle his brain and he is okay. The cold is pleasant on his heated flesh, on his fuming mind. He shall submit; he shall do as he was told.

Ah, good. Very good, Soldier.

Bucky can feel joy cresting in his chest, swelling to a bulbous bubble of shimmering soap, as he finishes the pledge, like a prayer. Miss Thompson sashays over in a cloud of sugary perfume and says in a voice just as sweet and rewarding, “Great Job, James!” She places a hand on his shoulder and smiles as bright as the sun in the sky, as God above and Bucky is content. He has done it. The country that protects him knows he will obey their will, for he is patriotic and proud.

The Asset, merely a weapon knows his will has been stolen. They rip it out with a scratch of fingernail edges and offer up a hankie to fold it into. They have wrapped it up in the fine, clean cloth, blood staining the pristine white. The man has offered nothing to staunch the blood rushing from his arteries and veins where the skin is torn around the edges. Freedom is fleeting, but glory is forever.

A small child’s voice can be heard exclaiming triumphantly as he beams back up at his teacher, “With liberty and justice for all.”

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[earaercircular]

O my dear clod of earth

In the green sea: basil harvest on the La Selva organic farm in Maremma.

O Scholle mio is the German article’s title referring to the well known Italian song: O sole mio

Many Germans dream of owning their own country estate in Tuscany, but a Munich resident has long since realized the dream: why the organic farm "LaSelva" has continued to grow for 40 years.

A cloud of basil scent comes from the field. The warm air blows in the ethereal, lemony scent of the deep green leaves. When you close your eyes, you feel like you're a bug that got lost in a caprese salad. It's similar, only without mozzarella and tomatoes: an eight-hectare basil field near Albinia[1] in the Maremma, the Tuscan sun is beating down, and the harvest has just begun.

Cypress and pine trees rustle in the breeze that sweeps across the plain from the nearby sea. Pheasants screech in the bushes, otherwise only the hum of tractors can be heard. Christian Stivaletti and three employees are standing on a harvester that cuts a few centimetres of basil, leaving the rest to continue to grow. A sharp blade shaves off the tops of the herb, and the leaves are carefully conveyed into crates on a conveyor belt. Stivaletti, manager of the La Selva organic factory, rubs a few leaves in his hand to check the quality. Within a few hours, the basil is washed, chopped up and processed into the raw material for pesto in the nearby production hall. The optimal harvest time is decisive for the taste.

"Leave nothing out, add nothing" is the motto of the organic company in Maremma, which was founded by a German. The company has 80 different field crops, fruit and vegetables, wine, pasta and tomato products in its range, all without artificial fertilizers, without flavour additives, ecologically and fairly. The goal from the beginning was pure taste. The Munich organic pioneer Karl Egger founded La Selva in 1980. Together with the music manager Manfred Eicher, he had made the jazz and classical music label ECM big. The two made their breakthrough in 1975 with Keith Jarrett's legendary album "The Köln Concert"[2], at the age of four Millions of copies sold, the most successful solo jazz recording of all time. Businessman Egger longed for being close to nature in the Gräfelfing industrial area[3], where ECM is based: "I wanted to get out, experience the seasons and finally enjoy food that deserves its name and tastes the way I remembered it from my childhood : natural, intense and genuine."

The dilapidated country estate near Albinia, that the Italophile company founder bought to fulfil his dream of an organic farm in Tuscany, was called La Selva. That means "wilderness", and at first it looked deserted. The farmers here smiled at the career changer from abroad. The soil seemed too drained to grow vines, olives or tomatoes there, especially without heavy use of fertiliser. Unimpressed by this, Egger planted tomatoes, basil, aubergines and artichokes, which he fertilized with compost and a healthy dose of idealism.

His seed sprout: as early as 1984, La Selva was the first Naturland[4]-certified company abroad, and in the early 1990s the first antipasti in jars rolled off the assembly line at the Hofmanufaktur[5]. The area under cultivation is now almost ten times larger than it was at the beginning, and the company produces more than 200 different delicatessen products on 630 hectares. A million organic jars from Tuscany are sold every year in Italy, Germany, Switzerland and Austria, but also in Scandinavia, France, Poland, the Czech Republic and Romania, and even in Japan and the USA. 20 million units of polpa, passata, salsa, sauces and sun-dried tomatoes alone leave the tomato factory in Donoratico[6] every year, filled in jars, not in aluminium or plastic. This makes La Selva one of the medium-sized producers in Italy. The romantic organic farm has long since grown into an international company with a marketing department, target group analyses and computer-controlled production.

Egger's daughters Elodie and Caroline took over the company a few years ago, the senior retired and handed over the management to Christian Stivaletti. Although the business is still growing and a new production building and functional offices have just been built, a visit to La Selva gives you the feeling of being the guest of a very large, idealistic farming family. Everyone is on first-name terms, we have known each other for decades, some of the employees who are now in charge in agriculture and in the factory are children and grandchildren of workers who Karl Egger employed at the time.

In the agriturismo, directly above the farm shop, you can go on vacation, including a tour of the farm, field visits and tastings in the cantina. It is rustic, the guests cater for themselves with farm products in the joint kitchen. Sometimes the chef cooks personally. Christian Stivaletti takes off his straw hat, rolls up his checked shirt sleeves and begins cleaning two boxes of basil. There is a long wooden table in the staff kitchen where employees meet to eat together. True to the company motto, there are own products fresh from the field, on this day pasta with homemade pesto and Caprese salad. Stivaletti stuffs the leaves into a cutter, adds garlic, pine nuts and grated pecorino according to the taste - and the fragrant pesto is ready.

Stivaletti now cuts a potato into cubes and throws them into the boiling water. The potatoes give off starch and ensure that the pasta binds more sauce and the oily pesto does not slide off the pasta, an old trick of Italian housewives. It all looks and tastes very authentic, but one wonders how the pure, handmade Italian taste can be sustainably produced on such a large scale for the European market? During the meal, Christian Stivaletti outlines the dimensions of the company and the ecological way of working. "It's a closed circuit," he explains, "according to a sophisticated plan, the crop rotations rotate within seven to eight years." Agricultural engineers use a computer program to plan the complex changes on the plots.

The formerly dilapidated country estate near Albinia is postcard-worthy today, the production facilities have long been elsewhere and: much larger.

La Selva grows vegetables and herbs on about 100 hectares of land, the rest of the area is grazed by Apennine sheep or used for growing fruit, as vineyards or grassland for hay production. A part always lies fallow and is planted with leguminous plants that enrich the soil with nitrogen. The hay is fed to 180 Chianina cattle, whose excrement is composted together with waste from vegetable production and later used as fertilizer in the fields. In the dry climate of the Maremma, however, nothing works without irrigation. Three people are alone every day to check the extensive hose lines - magpies keep hacking holes in them to get to the water. For the rest there are few problems with pests, the ecological circular economy is a natural defensive measure.

Recently it hasn't rained in southern Tuscany for almost two months, but a thunderstorm breaks out here during the pesto break. While it's pouring outside, Monika Mayer, who is responsible for quality assurance, guides you through the new, enlarged factory. She explains the basil production line, in which the herbs are washed, dried, chopped and finally filled into 200-litre drums with oil, as a raw material for pesto and tomato sauces. Four workers are busy cleaning green asparagus, the tender parts are processed into asparagus cream. Until two years ago artichokes were peeled by hand, now there is a peeling machine that is ten times faster. Nevertheless, the workers have not lost their jobs, there is plenty to do, especially at harvest time.

The fact that the organic producer assumes social and ecological responsibility seems to be paying off. While in Italy mainly Eastern European harvest workers toil under scandalous conditions for well below minimum wage, La Selva pays fair wages certified by the Naturland association. Between the fields there are retreats for animals: fallow land, forests, lakes, an insect garden, bird sanctuaries and pheasant enclosures. Elodie Egger, who is responsible for sustainability at the company, has just created a pollinator garden next to the main building with sage, lavender, sunflowers, verbena and other plants from the region. Aim of the project: something should bloom all year round in order to attract as many insects as possible that pollinate the fruit and vegetables in the area.

In Italy, the market for organic goods is growing by up to 15 percent every year

"Simple and genuine, natural and fresh", is one of the thoughts of founder Karl Egger, "that is the secret of good Italian cuisine, but also the leitmotif of organic farming." Apparently, this principle also works on a large scale. However, the organic farm cannot do without conventional technology; 50 diesel-powered tractors and harvesters are in use. Commercially, things are going well, especially since organic awareness is also increasing in Italy and the market is growing by up to 15 percent a year. More than 16 percent of the areas are farmed organically there, in Germany it is only ten percent.

The initial scepticism of Karl Egger's neighbours has turned into respect over the decades. Some farmers sold their fields to the organic pioneer, while others switched to organic farming with his advice. La Selva celebrated its final incorporation in early 2022, when gastro guide Gambero Rosso[7] named the La Selva classic "Passata di Pomodoro" made from Tuscan tomatoes as "Top Italian Food 2022": "A beautiful, fiery red passata (...) .Tender and harmonious in the nose and mouth, both raw and heated." The prize is regarded as Italy's taste Oscar - and it went to the tomato product of a German company, of all things.

Source

Titus Arnu: O Scholle mio, in: Süddeutsche Zeitung, 25-06-2022, https://sz.de/1.5608061

[1] Albinia is a town in Tuscany, central Italy, administratively a frazione of the comune of Orbetello, province of Grosseto, in the Tuscan Maremma. At the time of the 2001 census its population amounted to 2,567 and it is the most populous hamlet in Orbetello municipality.

[2] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_IW1wLZhzE

[3] The Gräfelfing industrial area is a zoning in Upper Bavaria close to Nürnberg.  https://www.nuernbergluftbild.de/luftbilder/4048-gewerbegebiet-graefelfing-oberbayern

[4] Naturland was founded in 1982 in Gräfelfing near Munich. The work of the organic association is determined by the statutes of Naturland e.V. Naturland is present in all German federal states with full-time and voluntary employees. Internationally, Naturland has volunteer representatives on every continent and has full-time representatives in some countries. https://www.naturland.de/de/naturland/wer-wir-sind/verband.html

[5] https://www.diehofmanufaktur.de/

[6] Donoratico is a town in Tuscany, central Italy, administratively a district of the municipality of Castagneto Carducci, province of Livorno. By 2011 census its population was 5,046.

[7] Gambero Rosso is an Italian food and wine magazine and publishing group founded in 1986. Its name literally translates as "red prawn" and comes from a tavern in Pinocchio where the Fox and the Cat dine. https://www.gamberorosso.it/

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[xoxo-teddybear]

Just Stay - Bakugou Katsuki - pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing

Summary: it’s been almost 2 years since the breakup and Bakugou refuses to move. No matter how many times people tell him it’s time, he ignores them because he knows he’ll run into you again. And he was right all along.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2 

Almost 2 years. About 24 months. Around 104 weeks, 730 days, 17520 hours, or 63,072,000 seconds. And every second of everyday, you run through Bakugou’s mind.

Memories of the two of you always pass through him and he always smile at the good ones. But as time went on, he realized he really wasn’t the same person anymore. Especially not to Y/N. In the beginning, he was hopelessly devoted to you and he craved to be around you. He always wanted what was best for you until he realized in the end he grew selfish. He stopped caring about your needs, neglecting you, and just assumed you’d stay because you still loved him the same way he did you. He was wrong though, and the horrible day of your split arrived.

After you left his house that day, Bakugou remained in the same place for hours. He stood there and cried with his back facing the front door, and when his legs grew tired, he fell to the ground and continued to cry.

Everybody thought he would move on but he didn’t. He still held onto hope. So for 2 years, Bakugou worked to fix himself just for you. He went to therapy to work on his excessive anger, he stopped going out as much with his friends and worked around the house to improve his home skills to help you out when you would return, and he even went as far as to get a lil dog for himself to learn to be a little more loving and compassionate.

His name was Bomber. He was a Pomeranian.

During those 2 years..it’s like you disappeared. Bakugou, and none of your friends, saw sight or heard word of you. Some people thought you moved, some thought the worst had possibly happened. But Bakugou was still going strong. If something was wrong, he would’ve felt it in his heart, but his hope was still going strong. He knew you were out there.

And he was right. For the past 2 years you’ve lived...everywhere! You never stayed in one place for too long in fear of someone from your life may get word of you being around. You’ve lived in the beautiful islands of the Caribbean all the way to the blissful cities in Paris. You’ve been all around the world and you’ve enjoyed all the sights, but you were getting tired of not really having friends and spending so much money. You missed Japan. The food, the culture, the songs, the celebration. The people. And so you decided it was time for you to head back.

You moved back home about a month ago and you made sure none of your old friends would hear about you. You wanted to settle for a little bit before interacting with the people who were a huge part of your old life and you enjoyed the quite peaceful nature. After some time, you decided it was okay to meet up with your old friends, but instead of going out and looking for them, you waited to see what destiny brought you, and now the moment has come.

You sat in the old park you used to love being in when you lived in Japan. It was spring time and the cherry blossoms were out as they covered the trail you made for yourself when you came here. In the past, you found a hidden area of the park forest that seemed...magical. There was a crystal blue lake that were filled with Lilly pads, lotuses, and koi fish. The sunlight hit perfectly on the patch of land, and dusted it with a golden honey scheme. The cherry blossom trees surrounded the place along with tall pines that reached the clouds. The cute little creatures that lived in the secluded area included bunnies, fawns, beautiful birds, and adorable foxes.

It’s been so long since you’ve been here. The last time you even stepped foot into this park was when you were with..Bakugou. But even then, the last time you went with him was about 4 months before your breakup. He was the only person you ever told about this spot and you both had so many memories here. You weren’t gonna lie, you missed him, but you didn’t know who he was now. As the 2 years past, Bakugou has gone through your mind a couple times, and you smiled towards the sky as you wondered what he’s like nowadays. If he’s any different than the last time you saw him. You really wished nothing but the best for the man you love.

Every once in awhile, Bakugou would step into the hidden sanctuary that Y/N showed him. He enjoyed going there to get away from his reality and thoughts of Y/N always came to him when he entered that special place. This time, his imagination seemed really strong because he felt like he was staring at the real deal.

He looked ahead and leaning against the tallest cherry tree was the beautiful goddess herself, Y/N L/N. She held her cool expression as she held a cute little bunny and her golden jewelry sparkled in the sunlight that hit her body perfectly. She truly did look like a goddess.

Bakugou smiled as he saw you, but he quickly shook it off as he realized there was no way it was possible. He then chose to walk to the spot, hoping that the image of you would just disappear, but he also hoped that you were real. He snuck up on you from behind but you were smarter than that. Once he got close enough you walked to the other side of the tree, out of his line of vision and went into stealth mode as you quickly used your quirk to be seated on a high branch. Bakugou saw you walk and disappear so he sighed as he “realized” you were just his imagination. However, when he finally settled and looked out beyond the valley, you jumped down to surprise him. You hopped off the branch, grabbed Bakugou and spun you both around so that you were laying against the tree and he was facing you.

“Long time no see, Bakugou,” you said with a little break in your voice as you spoke with such a “cool girl tone.” You held a sassy smile as you stared at him with all the confidence radiating off your body. Bakugou just looked at you in shock. His mouth hung open as his wide eyes traveled all around you to make sure you were real. He shook a little as he stared at you and soon his tears began to pool at his eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey. You don’t gotta cry, it’s okay,” you said with a concerned smile. You wiped a stray tear that fell from his ruby eyes with your thumb and you felt heat rise to his cheeks as he leaned into your palm. “....Bakugou?....Are you- woah!”

Without warning, he quickly grabbed you and pulled you in by the waist to give you a hug. He held you tight as you were shocked but you smiled against his chest and held him too. He cried on your shoulder and after some time he finally spoke.

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N.”

“.....I’ve missed you too Katsuki.”

—

“Where have you been?” He asked as you both were seated on the grass. You and Bakugou both held onto each other for awhile as Bakugou cried his heart out like a big baby. You finally settled him and you both were sitting next to each other laying against the tree as you both sat on the grass.

“I’ve been everywhere!” You laughed out, “I’ve went to the states and hung out in L.A and Hawaii, took some time in New York and hung out in Florida. I then went to the Caribbean and partied in the Dominican Republic, and I even traveled to Europe and stayed in Paris for a bit. I’ve been all over the world traveling and finding me again.”

“You seem happy about that,” Bakugou said as he looked at you with loving eyes and a small smile that only you could ever bring out.

“I am. Ever since...um...you know...I’ve been a little lost. I lost myself and I missed the old me. My trips and alone time brought out the old me again and I’ve been feeling so much more alive,” you sighed as you settled, “but I’ve missed my roots. I’ve missed Japan and the people.....I’ve missed you too Katsuki.” You said with kind eyes as you smiled at him causing him to blush immensely.

You both remained silent as you guys enjoyed the sounds of spring. You felt the breeze blow in your hair as the warm sun comforted you. Soon, you felt Bakugou’s hand slowly touch yours. You knew he was scared to go and do anything else, but you openly welcomed his touch and he clearly became less tense.

“So...what have you been up to while I was away?” You calmly asked. You noticed Bakugou’s hesitation and deep breath before he spoke.

“I’ve been....I’ve been trying to better myself for you.” Your brows raised and eyes opened up a little wider. For the past 2 years, he’s been trying to better himself...just for you. “I’ve gone to therapy for my anger, stop going out as much, learned to do more around the house...even got a little dog to learn to be a little more compassionate.”

“Ouu! What kind?” You excitedly asked. He chuckled at your cute aura and answered your question.

“Cute little Pomeranian named bomber,” he admitted.

“No way! Cuteeee!” You squealed and Bakugou just laughed at you once again. How cute. As you thought about everything he said, your smile dropped a little into a little lip curl. A silence came over the two of you before you spoke again.

“You...you did all that for me?”

“Mhm. I wanna prove to you that I can change. That I have changed. ....I’m not telling you this to get you to come back to me..I want you to come on your own choice but I want you to know if you do decide to come back, that I’ve become better.” He explained.

You smiled and hummed to yourself in happiness. Your cheeks dusted with warmth as you smiled so much it hurt.

“Why don’t you show me how much you’ve changed Katsuki?” You offered.

“What?”

“Hehe, let’s start over. I don’t know if you’re still down for anything...but I’ve missed you over the past 2 years and I remember you saying that if a certain ‘goddess’ wanted to come back..you’d be waiting with open arms...” you looked at him and he gave an open smile that held more disbelief and happiness than excitement.

“Can we try again Suki?” You quietly asked, but Bakugou stood and picked you up. He pulled you up by your arms and pulled you even higher which caused you to jump and wrap your legs around him. You laughed out in excitement as he held you like that and rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“I should be on my hands and knees asking you that, princess.” He softly said with a broken voice but it was clear he was letting out tears of joy. You wrapped your arms around his neck even tighter as his hold on you never faltered. He started sniffling and you pulled him out of your neck as you wiped his tears.

“Suki! Stop crying,” you giggled, “this is supposed to be a happen moment.”

“Shut up! I don’t cry!” He said with a flushed face as he looked to the side but still holding you. You raised your brow at him and he only nervously laughed as he placed you down. He stuck out his hand for you to grab onto but you placed it down and wrapped your arms around his. You pecked his cheek and leaned on him as he smiled down at you. This was the moment he’s been waiting for. His princess finally came back to him. Everyone told him to move on but he knew better. If he did, he would’ve never been here right now with you again. And this time, he would make sure you’d stay.

“Suki?”

“Yes princess?”

“.......Can we go see Bomber?”

“Heh...whatever your heart desires.”

A/N: STAWWWPPP YALL THIS WAS SO BAD BUT IT WAS SO RUSHED! IM TRYNA HURRY CUZ I HAVE ANOTHER PART 2 TO WORK ON, I HAVE TO START ON THE NEXT PART OF MY SERIES AND I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DOOOOO😭😭😭 IM SO PISSED AT MYSELF BRO THIS COULDVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER!!! BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED WHATEVER U COULD CUBS! See u next time! 😭💗🧸

#bakugo x reader #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x y/n #bnha #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader #mha bakugo x reader #mha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha bakugou #boku no hero academia #boku no hero bakugou #my hero academia bakugou #my hero academia #my hero academia katsuki #mha katsuki #mha kacchan #bnha katsuki #bnha kacchan #bakugou katsuki fluff

[monako-jinn-stories]

ahhh i would love to know more about sans for the oc emoji asks:

😭😨🍁☀️🕷🍃🌌🎁🔪✏️💧☁️🌠❤️💚

i know it’s a lot, so feel free to only answer a couple!! i just love our boy so muchhhh 😭💕

Oh Hazel, you already know I’m going to answer them all!😂<3💜

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

Stress. He gets very stressed and he angry cries. He doesn’t cry too easy, but if he’s been having a few bad days, something small may push him over. And also seeing brothers die, especially if they’re close

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into “flight” or “fight”?

He’s definitely a fight type of guy. Even when he knows better. But he just can’t stand to be in a position of surrender (unless he’s being vulnerable with emotions)

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

Fall! He loves the leaves and the pumpkins (are there pumpkins in Star Wars? If not, there are now) he also love cozy sweaters and chilly mornings wrapped up with y/n

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Nope. (Not usually). The first thing he does is groan and grumble when y/n tries to get him up. He just cuddles them closer. But when he gets up, he might like a nice walk, if they’re on a nice planet. He also loves to cook, especially breakfast

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Messing up and leading his men into disaster. Being the cause of his brothers’ deaths is the worst thing to him. He’s scared of elevators and escalators (self projecting)

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

He loves being in nature! Whenever he gets the chance, he’ll explore the wilderness of whatever planet he may be on. It brings him calmness and peacefulness

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Originally, I wanted someone who pined after y/n even though they were with someone else. I also wanted a fun loving commander. Probably his love for y/n, and his goofy attitude

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

Heartfelt and personal gifts, maybe something homemade! He’s great at gift giving, they’re always very considerate and something he knows the receiver will love

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

He’s by their side until they tell him they need space. And then he’s always ready to be called right back to them. If someone hurt them, he finds them. He only blames himself if he thinks it was a bad battle decision he made

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

No, not really. I do find that Polaroid by Imagine Dragons could be good for how he feels about y/n and his feelings for them (if they don’t return the feelings)

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

He never wanted to make it out of his first battle alive. He knew what the Republic saw clones as and didn’t want to live like that (but y/n and his brothers love him and remind him that he’s valued and loved)

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

He makes flower crowns for injured brothers

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

A life where he could live normally, be a free man and marry y/n

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Affirmations of love and compliments, often making some kind of dish or treat for y/n

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

All of these! Just good, quality time together without disruptions

OC Asks!

#sans #commander sans x reader #commander sans oc #sans the clone #jinn the storyteller🤍🤍 #oc ask games

[roguetonorth]

THE SILVER COMMAND: CHAPTER 1 - SNOWDUST

summary: the princess, Idye Arsen, arrives back from a military mission to find her planet closing to fall in the empire remnants' claws.

warnings: none for now

rating: T

word count: 2.078k

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In a galaxy far, far away...

For many years, the Red twin system was a safe fortress for the rogue, for the powerful and for the weak, for the living and for the dead. No one would dare to cross the borders of the unknown, even less to defy the crown that served as its guardian. 

No one but the ones who knew hopelessness for too long, and saw the galaxy reach a dangerous edge, closing to fall in the claws of the empire. When it happened, Neelbruk remained loyal to the separatist alliance, and the king watched the empire foreshadow every corner of the galaxy with unthinkable weapons and immense power, such that no warrior could stop it— long after the mandalorians’ arrival.  

Rebelling against the rebels, the frozen planet stood tall without taking up sides until the rise of the New Republic. Hidden behind the red sun, Neelbruk remained firm before the threats of the empire and never bent down except for their own wars. 

The house of Arsen did not give in, until the wars of the smoking coals of the empire was made their own. 

⋯

Chapter 1: Snowdust

Neelbruk, House of Arsen’s Capitol planet

"Rogue-to-north, this is Harvest jay requesting confirmation for landing."

Above the white sky, dispersed clouds mixed and deflected the red sun's streaks of light through the transparisteel. The fields of frozen water and thick snow covered the landscape up until where the eyes could see as the ship slowed down after dropping from hyperspace. The smooth sound of the engines is cut by a frequential noise that soon merges into a mecanic voice through the comms. 

"Harvest Jay, coupling confirmed in Hangar 8-6."

The pilot frowns, unsure on how to respond, "-negative, rogue-to-north, snowdust cargo on-board. Landing requested on Hangar 0-0" His voice fails to hide his concern as he takes his half gloved hands away from the joysticks to flip buttons above his head. 

He was used to doing this kind of work. And modesty aside, he did it well. Despite setbacks and the observant gaze of the princess, he kept his mind on the protocols. Keep the princess safe and land the ship. 

"What's going on?" Her voice came from behind him, and he turned his head just enough to capture her concerned figure. Her eyes with the same determined yet tired blue gaze from before. The pilot shrugs and shakes his head, still pondering a satisfying answer to give her.

"Harvest jay, requested hangar, is currently occupied by an imperial shuttle. More information to be given on land." 

The pilot turns around in a quick motion to share a frightened glance with the princess, who stands with her hand in the pilot's chair. He sees a masked spark of hesitance in her features before she gives him a reassuring nod. Nevertheless, the corner of her lips tug downwards.

"Affirmative, rogue-to-north, Harvest jay to be landing on 8-6." He proceeds to click around the controls and pushes the ship to fly closer to the planet's surface. 

The capitol was a huge settlement founded years before the fall of the high republic of durasteel and wood of all kinds. Wikkin was a huddle of starports— more of a stopover for passing travelers rather than a place to call home. The ones who dared to, gave blood and sweat to make the icy planet a little less harmer. The best of their efforts provided the capital city an electromagnetic shield that turned mild the planet’s bruising cold. Either way, there wasn’t much of a choice besides facing whatever surprises the snow storms brought to them. 

As the Harvest jay lowered gradually into the ground, a stealthed hangar peaks open gated amid the gelid desert in wait for the royal shuttle that shortened the way crossing the sky over the city’s settlement.

"I have a bad feeling about this." The princess tightens her jaw as she beforehandly gets rid of the copilot’s seat belt.

The ship sways inside the hangar in a silent landing, slightly disturbed by the blizzard that followed along into the platform, wet by melted snow.

"And so do I, your highness.” The pilot, Raas’e, leans forward to finish the ship’s protocols. “...Allow me to shield you down the way." 

The princess glances over at him, holding some of her belongings on hand as she focuses on his freckle framed gaze. “I don’t think it’s necessary, but I know you’re doing it anyway though.” 

He gives her a mischievous smile, speaking before putting his mandalorian helmet back on. “Glad you know it.” 

Workers and high-ranked soldiers look over from their busy work to watch Raas’e with his blue armor descend down the ship’s hatch wielding a rifle, closely followed by the careful steps of the princess. Her black hair was fairly tressed, and it fell tied back to her shoulders over the teal military suit. She cursed under her breath when she felt the contrast within the air of her homeworld against the warmth of Csilla, where she had stayed for no longer than two weeks on mission for the silver command. Messages or aid from the sentinels were not viable due to the essentiality to keep it undercover. Nevertheless, Arsen didn’t think the political situation of her family’s reign would critically change this quickly.

She followed down to the ziggurat’s lobby under Raas’e’s escort where a lilac-skinned twi’lek lady waited to offer a furry cape over her shoulders as soon as she approached. 

Raas’e brought the princess up to the steps of the steel walled covert and maybe because of the lack of proper lighting Idye noticed the lack of movement in the halls.

The long foyers turned sharply,complementing the wood flooring that was successful in preserving the warmness as further as they went on the base. Some people transited over the hallways, with the exception of the guards on their posts staring straight ahead.

The way wasn't long to their destination. As he led the way, the sun shone over Raas'e's armor through the windows on the ceiling that provided light in a considerable spacement until a new gate lit up in sight. 

Idye holds up a sigh As they enter another hangar, just as the platform they both first came to, but across the lurk. And unlike the previous one there were no ships, only a single airspeeder placed near the departure gate. She watches a mandalorian silhouette take shape as they abandon the darkness of another corridor. Raas’e stands up straightener when he sees the other mandalorian gaze catch on the princess first, and then on him. 

The red armored figure speaks up first as they come closer. “I’m glad you made it back safely,” Her voice, clear and fruity, as the only confirmation ever for her to be Sif-Deen states as she greets Arsen with an extended arm. “I expected your output to be… troubled.” 

“We managed to flee before the sunrise,” Idye explains, “Raas’e tracked the way back well.” Sif-Deen offers Raas’e an acknowledging nod, which he returns.

Sif-Deen tilts her helmet with a sigh before addressing the princess once again. “Things got heated while you were away. That’s why your return was anticipated.” 

Idye frowns in shlight worry, searching for any connections with the constant imperial threat. “The imperial shuttle on the palace.” She realizes.

The mandalorian confirms briefly, visibly with an air of uneasiness, uttermost aware of the whole situation. "That’s where you need to head to, now.” 

The princess feels a knot tying in her stomach as her mind soothes itself. “I figured.” She stares at the goggles Sif-Deen hands her before accepting it, and putting them on once she is inside the airspeeder. 

Idye knew pretty much what was happening inside the walls of the palace, and that made her mind swing in the possibility of getting herself completely apart of the trouble. But she also knew she couldn't. Although she was able to withstand the conflicts in Csilla —which she classified as a real danger, but knew it would be treated as a minor inconvenience— arriving back to her main responsibilities felt like a weight falling back over her shoulders. 

Neelbruk  was coming to lose territory to the empire, but not without a fight. Csilla was taken and its habitants trapped under their cruel hand, battles happened everyday and each side just kept getting smaller and weaker. Without any communication other than word spread, Sif-Deen didn't have such information. She herself had little of it. And this, maybe, was the reason she was still alive. 

There was nothing the empire wasn’t aware of. The furtive visit of the princess, who barely knew what to do for sure didn’t pass behind them. She felt guilty for not being able to give direction to the army with a proper defense plan; As any leader that cared about their nation, she was provoked as helpless just as her own army. And this was no truly aid.

Idye couldn’t say she had failed, but she also hadn’t made any advances. She had grown amongst the palace and the ziggurat, but at both places she had learnt the same thing— she wouldn’t carry the weight of the crown. She’d carry a blaster and the red west sun in a range. It took enough time for her to accept it, mainly after hearing that since she was a child. But as the time went on, she also learnt the weight she’d carry could be heavier than the one who wore the crown did.

Day after day, she remembered this when she used to train with Sif-Deen. But it could also be easy to forget it.

Sif-Deen pauses for a last moment before leaving the hangar to face the drive, lifting her gaze to address the soldier that had been guarding the princess. “Raas’e Hath, you’ve done great work. You will soon be addressed to a new task. Once the main conflict is resolved, of course.” 

“Of course.” His answer is immediate, accompanied by a nod. 

As the speeder soars through the fields of snow, the princess replays on her head the only scenes she was able to catch on Csilla. Soldiers of the silver command battling against waves and waves of stormtroopers. Little children protecting their even smaller siblings behind a rock. Peregrines begging the heavens kneeled amidst blaster shots. She had dreamed of the scenery twice since she left the battlefield, but she couldn't help it. To watch was her only choice. 

Those dreams only reinforced the suspicion that, if the new republic didn’t make any efforts to claim jurisdiction over Neebruk's sector, despite the sporadic patrols, someone would. 

“Idye,” Sif-Deen looks away from the endless white to stare at her, cutting her thoughts off, “You seem worried.” 

“I am. Csilla was collapsing before my eyes.” Arsen huffs, avoiding Sif-Deen’s gaze as she responds, “I don’t… want to be at war with the empire.”

The mandalorian exhales, after clicking around the controls. “The fact is, kid, that we’ve been at war with the empire long before you came to existence.”

One more thing Idye was used to hearing about back and forth; the battles, the jedi, the night of a thousand tears, the clones, the death star and just everything else. But yet while enjoying the freedom all of these sacrifices provided, people were still enthralled. Nothing of that had ended. It haunted her the way they told it like it was a long gone past when it was right behind them. 

“We don’t decide if we want it. We have to find our part in this battle, before it finds a part for us we don’t want to play.” Sif-Deen’s dark visor meets Idye’s gaze and the princess seems to silently disagree with her statement, but out of the respect she has towards Sif-Deen, she says nothing about it. “You know that, don’t you?” 

A brief moment later the princess' answer comes. “Yes.” 

Ice fields dominate the landscape threatening with its burning wind the tiny plantations that grew timidly under the greenhouses, scattered eventually behind black rockery slopes the closer they reached to the city. 

As a stop for the dispodent, the capital was pretty much a huddle of hangars, workshops, commercial centers, and hostages. It wasn’t a necessarily long road, until the view made it known. Despite its beauty, it didn’t have much to offer for its permanent residents. 

Humans and non-humans had their motives to stray away, or to stay.

Idye Arsen struggled on finding motives for her own. 

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#star wars fanfiction #fanfic #star wars #original content #original story #fanfiction #the mandalorian #the silver command #fanfic writter #yes thats my story im never posting chapters are a mess should be writing it but i think not #jedi!reader #jedi!oc

[obiwanobi]

okay but,, I can't get this idea out of my head of an au where anakin falls early, maybe halfway through the war– but instead of joining sidious or dooku he runs, terrified of himself, and stays somewhere he can't tear the galaxy apart like the darkest part of himself keeps goading him to. and he's there for a handful of months, and he's lonely and scared– until obi-wan comes to find him. and this man who anakin has loved for so long never stopped searching, razed a path through the galaxy (1/2)

I TOLD you all to stop sending me perfect prompts, god, here’s 3k that could be resumed by ‘it’s rotten work’ ‘not to me, not if it’s you’  because I have no self control:

"Anakin."

It's the first time in seven months that Obi-Wan pronounces his name with hope.

The back of the hooded figure visibly tenses in front of him. Obi-Wan can see his hand clenching around his glass, and his head starts turning in his direction but stops before Obi-Wan can see his eyes. Instead, it's in the Force that Anakin looks for him. It's a small, tentative tendril that crosses the space between them, ridiculously shy in comparison to the enthusiastic maelstrom that usually greets him when Obi-Wan extends his mind to Anakin.

But it's him. Too warm and barely controlled, the familiar flame of a burning pyre that Obi-Wan has never learned how to turn his eyes from.

 Headache-inducing and almost unbearable, have been some words used to describe Anakin's presence in the Force.  The most comforting of infernos, Obi-Wan has always thought.

Anakin feels surprised, and something close to joy colours the Force around him for a fleeting moment. Obi-Wan can feel the corners of his mouth turning up as he sighs affectionately.

"De—"

Then it all turns to panic.

He doesn't even have the time to realise that Anakin has retracted his signature behind durasteel shields the second it touched Obi-Wan's, because the man in front of him is already jumping to his feet, pushing the Twi'lek waiter away, and running for the exit of the cantina.

It leaves Obi-Wan stunned, arm still raised toward an empty chair.

Surprisingly, it's not panic that filled him, or even the persistent fear that if he loses Anakin now, after months of roaming the galaxy looking for him, then how long will it take before catching the smallest clue of his location again? No, this time, the worry and dread that has been his faithful companions for so long, now make way for something only Anakin knows how to infuse into him in the most inappropriate of times: exasperation.

"Anakin!" he yells, making the Rodian next to him jump in his seat. 

Rushing outside, his eyes scan the street, trying to find a tall figure in a brown robe at the same time he stretches his senses through the Force to guide him toward his infuriating former padawan. Not used to the brightness of the twin suns and the constant particles of sand and dust floating around, Obi-Wan is almost sure that the glimpse of Anakin's presence he felt for half a second is only due to his inattention and not Obi-Wan's skills. For once, Obi-Wan isn't going to complain about Anakin's lack of focus: he starts running right away.

Anakin goes through three sharp turns, two attempts at climbing a roof and even one force-jump through the window of a shop, but Obi-Wan is determined to follow him wherever he goes. Even if he has to apologise to every irritated person he pushes out of the way.

"This is ridiculous," he says loudly, when he catches the dark brown robe trying to zigzag between stands, "I don't even know why you're running away from me!"

He thinks he can see Anakin throwing him a look, but with the hood over his face and one of the suns starting to set in front of him, can't be certain. It's only when Anakin seems to miss a turn and finds himself a few seconds later out of the streets, at the edge of a cliff overlooking the desert and its endless dunes, that he realises his mistake.

They're out of town now. There's nothing but the background noise of civilisation left behind, a warm wind sweeping the sand between them, and the twin suns bathing Anakin's silhouette in a glowing light.

"An—" Obi-Wan says, trying to get his breath under control. He's not used to such heat, and all the running, Force-jumping and the sweating really didn't help. Still, he takes a step toward him.

"Don't."

Even if it's just a simple word, hearing the sound of his voice soothes a deep ache that has plagued most of Obi-Wan's nights for the past few months.

Anakin is facing the canyon, the dune sea and the suns, a dark form with a double shadow, only showing his back to Obi-Wan. Even if he doesn't show his face, feelings bleed through his shields, as if he's still a padawan trying to get an awkward hold on the Force. There are confusion and anger, most of it directed at himself, Obi-Wan notes, and an all-encompassing veil of shame. Fear is here too, blending the edges of the mess produced by the cacophony of so many emotions clattering against each other. Obi-Wan can feel Anakin realising the flaws in his mental defences, and the spark of mortification before he hastily tries to rein it all in.

For a second, Obi-Wan thinks he's going to jump down the canyon just to avoid the embarrassment of inadvertently broadcasting his emotions.

"I won't stop chasing you now that I've found you," Obi-Wan warns, before the idea comes to Anakin's mind. The jump wouldn't kill him, but Obi-Wan really doesn't feel like tracking him through rocky canyons, tusken traps and krayt dragons. "I won't stop before you tell me why you're running away from me."

Anakin lowers his head without replying, shoulders sagging. Obi-Wan's feet move slowly. His mind reaches once again toward Anakin's, brushing against him in a wordless question. All irritation gone by now, he adds quietly:

"...And why you didn't come home."

Anakin's shields shudder. "You shouldn't have come."

"Anakin, the Separatists had you as their prisoner for almost a month. Rex told me he saw Grievous dragging your body to his ship himself. The Council waited for their terms of release, and when it didn't come, we thought you were dead."

"The Council," he snarls darkly, "they probably were happy to finally get rid of me."

"You know it's not true."

"No, I don't."

"Do you think I was happy, then?" Obi-Wan retorts, trying to stop the need to grab his robe and shake some senses into him. "Do you think Rex and I enjoyed having to plead with the Republic War Council to give us more time to look for you?"

The dark robe in front of him shuffles a bit. "You took the 501st to look for me?"

"Of course we looked for you! We went through every report of Grievous' flagship presence and got every intel we could gather about your possible location. There was no clue in any Separatist outposts we raided," he adds, focusing on his words to stay composed, and not the memory of becoming desperate enough after another fruitless day to check black markets for familiar mechno-arm's parts. "And we were starting to believe that you were truly dead then, until... Until we found an abandoned facility. With a lot of battle droids destroyed, and Grievous and Dooku dead. Force-choked to death."

Anakin stays silent again.

In the horizon, one of the suns has settled low enough to brush against the dune sea. The light has turned to a deep orange around his silhouette.

Obi-Wan takes a step.

"There was a holorecording."

The only answer he gets is the sound of a sharp intake of air, and an intensity in the Force that always saturates the air when Anakin tries, in vain, to calm his mind.

Another step.

"I saw you taking a starfighter. I saw you leaving the facility, free."

Another step.

"Why didn't you come back to the Temple?"

"There was nothing for me there anymore."

The word stops Obi-Wan in his tracks.  Somehow, one sentence is harder to swallow than months of worry. He's always known that he failed to make Anakin feel at home at the Temple, or make him realise that there might not be parents or siblings in names there, but the feeling of kinship remains the same. But to hear him say that the sum of all these years spent there together boils down to nothing to him, still manages to crack Obi-Wan's composure.

The burn in his throat makes his next words difficult to pronounce.

"Why didn't you come back to me, Anakin?"

"BECAUSE I'VE FAILED YOU!" Anakin snaps, throwing his arms up and his shields down, and finally turns toward Obi-Wan in a dramatic movement of his robe.

The hood falls from his head, and even if the sunset at his back prevents Obi-Wan from seeing his expression, hidden in the shadow, he can't miss his golden hair forming an incandescent halo around his face. The Force has erupted in a bonfire within Anakin, crackling around him in warning to anyone who would approach it, white-heat fever and boundless darkness at the same time.

It tastes like ash on Obi-Wan's tongue.

He pulls his own shields a bit tighter around him.

"Why do you keep asking this question when you know what I've done? Why are you even here? Are you here to kill me? Because I failed you, Obi-Wan! I killed them and I felt nothing but satisfaction! I accepted the dark side, I welcomed it even, it burned through me and it's still burning right now, and I'm incapable of controlling anything, not even my own shields, so no, I couldn't come back and pretend I could still be a Jedi. And now you saw it, you saw everything, so I can't even prete— I can't..."

The swirling of emotions comes crashing down around Anakin so violently that Obi-Wan physically flinches, and it looks like the Force is suddenly cutting down the strings holding him upright. He crumples to the ground in a cloud of sand and dust, close, too close to the edge of the cliff.

There's only the sound of Anakin panting for a moment, long enough for Obi-Wan to gather his thoughts, and take another step.

Only he would be foolish enough to want to touch glowing embers.

"It doesn't change my question," he says calmly, like he's always done after one of his padawan's tantrum. "Why didn't you come back to me, Anakin?"

He thinks he can see Anakin opening his mouth to answer, but only a short derisive laugh leaves his lips before he drags his feet in the dust and turns away from him again.

Finally, —finally—, Obi-Wan is close enough. Stopping just a few centimetres from Anakin's back, his hand instinctively reaches for his shoulder but hovers right before touching it. And then settles there and squeezes. It belongs there, he thinks as Anakin makes a small noise at the back of his throat.

He expects Anakin to shrug off his hand, refuse his touch, just like he's refusing to look directly at him.

But he doesn't.

"I couldn't see you," he admits after a pause, eyes closed. "I don't care about the Council, or the Republic, or anyone else, but I couldn't... I couldn't bear the disappointment in your eyes. I didn't want you to leave me, so I left first."

"Oh, Anakin," Obi-Wan sighs, trying to swallow the affection in his voice. He pauses for a second, relishing the feel of Anakin letting him rub his thumb on his shoulder. "I am saddened and upset, yes. When I watched all that anger unleashed and how you succumbed to it, how you crushed Grievous and Dooku so easily that I could almost feel the dark side through the holo, I felt... I felt heartbroken."

The indignation he expected, or any sort of accusations to shift the blame on something or someone else, doesn't come. Instead, Anakin bends his head and pulls his legs closer to him, like he has just been hit.

"I'm sorry Master," he manages to whisper, face hidden behind his arms and hair, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry—"

"Listen, listen," Obi-Wan begs rapidly, kneeling next to him. His hand moves from his shoulder to the back of his neck, trying to soothe him. "I was heartbroken for you. You were alone, in a terrible situation, being taunted, electrocuted, tortured. It doesn't excuse what you did, but, Anakin, you disappeared for months after that. You ran away without a word, without an explanation, and I couldn't— I couldn't believe you would voluntarily turn your back on us. I couldn't let the thought that you didn't trust us enough to help you go. And then... you called for me."

"No, I didn't." The muffled, petulant tone makes Obi-Wan smiles a bit. His hand moves up along his nape to Anakin's curls, stroking gently, pushing unruly locks behind his ears.

"You did. Unconsciously, probably, but you did. For so long, I couldn't reach you through the Force, but I kept trying every time I meditated, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, anything to make sure you were still alive somewhere. And one day, I heard you. Far, far away, barely loud enough to recognise, but I heard you. Wishing I was with you."

Anakin's hand clenches in a fist at the words. Obi-Wan ignores it, fingers still running through his hair in a rhythmic movement.

"That's why I've spent seven months looking for you, searching the galaxy for you. Because I wished I was with you too."

Obi-Wan didn't expect the wounded noise that escaped Anakin's mouth, and even less that his admission would cause Anakin to throw himself at him in a fierce embrace. Caught off-guard, Obi-Wan topples and falls on his back in a cloud of dust. In the Force, Anakin's shields come crashing down again, but this time, Obi-Wan doesn't draw back from it. Their bond suddenly bursts open, emotions spilling in all directions and showering him with a chaotic jumble of relief-longing-hope, eventually blending together to only leave lovelovelove.

"Anakin," he sighs, with his usual falsely annoyed and secretly fond tone that seems to be the only way he knows how to pronounce his name. Anakin, heavy on top of him now, doesn't respond, too busy nuzzling Obi-Wan neck. "The cliff is right there, we could have died."

"Don't care," he replies, squeezing his arms impossibly tighter around Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan chuckles, and he can feel more than hear him hums in appreciation at the sound, face hidden under his chin.

After months of extending his mind through millions of Force-sensitive beings scattered around the galaxy and still finding it empty, there is nothing more reassuring than being smothered by Anakin's presence in the Force. He tugs on their bond a bit, just to feel it, and when Anakin instantly tugs back, Obi-Wan's hand on his waist pulls him closer.

"Would you look at me, Anakin? Just for a second. I have yet to really see you."

There is a short pause and then a long breath against his neck before Anakin puts one elbow on the ground next to Obi-Wan's face, raises his head, and finally, truly looks at Obi-Wan.

"Hello, there," Obi-Wan whispers, as familiar blue eyes blink at him.

Embarrassment tinges the Force and his cheeks pink, and Anakin seems to promptly remember that his shields are non-existent right now and that he's lying flat on Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan watches, amused, as he awkwardly starts to untangle his legs from him and shifts his weight to get to his knees.

"Now, shall we—"

"Watch the sunset with me," Anakin blurts out, then realises what he just said and starts babbling. "I mean, we're already here and it's almost over now, but it's the only beautiful thing on this Force-forsaken planet."

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that," Obi-Wan grins as Anakin's eyes widen. He opens his mouth, thinks better of it and closes it, looking at anything but Obi-Wan. Taking pity on him, Obi-Wan holds his hand toward him to help him get up. "Also, Anakin, the next time you want to punish yourself, please choose to do it on another planet than Tatooine. I don't think I can handle one more day of the suns trying to roast me like an Endorian chicken."

"Yes Master, your fair skin will be my first consideration the next time I turn to the dark side."

"I'm sure it will," he teases, squeezing Anakin's hand as he pulls him into a sitting position.

Anakin rolls his eyes, but quickly ducks his head to hide his reddened cheeks.

And then it hits him.

Right at this moment, seated next to his former padawan, their feet dangling above the desert, easy banter and the quiet tune of their signatures melting into each other again, Obi-Wan is happy. Even if Anakin is still dangerously close to the dark side, even if the war isn't completely over yet, even if he's not going to get away with deliberately ignoring the Council's messages for the past few months, Obi-Wan feels at peace. Content.

Eyes closed, he whispers his thanks to the Force for not taking another one of the most important people in his life away from him.

He doesn't need to look at Anakin to know he's wondering what he's doing, and his smile only grows before taking his hand in his own. Anakin makes a surprised noise, raising his head to look at him. His expression turns almost alarmed when Obi-Wan cups his face, thumb rubbing lightly against his cheek.

"We'll figure it out, Anakin. I won't leave you."

He's framing his face with both hands now, and can’t resist pressing his lips to his forehead. Anakin's signature turns impossibly brighter at the touch, and between the new uproar of feelings tangled together, Obi-Wan notices a tinge of desire and want, that will definitely be analysed later and probably used to tease him a bit more. This shade of red does look lovely on his cheeks, he notices, pleased.

But he will have time to embarrass him further later. Now, Obi-Wan just wants to enjoy the moment with him.

"...Also because I can't. The starship I borrowed has been making a worrying rattling noise since I left the Mid Rim. It's a miracle I arrived on Tatooine in one piece, and there is no way I'm putting another foot in it before you can assure me that it won't explode the moment I activate the hyperdrive regulator."

Anakin bursts into laughter. "Borrowed? Who did you steal it from this time?"

"I would never—" Obi-Wan scoffs, falsely indignant at the accusation.

"Don't lie, Master, it's unbecoming of you."

"I left a very apologetic note behind, if you must know."

Anakin laughs again, and it warms Obi-Wan's heart like nothing has managed to for the past seven months. He leans on his side to rest his head against Obi-Wan's, bumping his shoulder with his. There isn't any space left between them.

"What would you do without me, Master?"

"Crash and burn, probably." 

Basking in the golden light of the sunset, Obi-Wan tries not to burst with how warm he feels with Anakin messy locks tickling his face and Anakin's breath near his ear and Anakin's hand in his.

The last of Tatooine’s suns goes down in front of them. 

The most comforting of infernos, Obi-Wan thinks as the scorching heat of Anakin's signature clings to him too tightly.

He doesn't mind burning at all.

#obi-wan ignoring his comm for months: 'the council can't tell me to come back if I don't answer to their calls' #obikin #clem's aus #fic I did write #asks #anon

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SUNSHINE | MAKO

PAIRING: Mako x Kya’s Daughter!Reader [fem]

PLOT: Mako’s always had a little crush on Y/N. After all, who wouldn’t? But admitting it to himself? Yeah, no. Just the thought of admitting it to her? Even bigger no. He’d never consider confessing..right? based on these requests by anons

WARNINGS: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

A/N: i love mako sm like you guys don’t even know. this man OWNS me fdjafdlsjk. also i got a little carried away with these requests and i took them to the next level so please enjoy :)

MY MASTERLIST

Mako was living his absolute worst nightmare. 

Stuck aboard an airship with his two exes, his brother, his boss, and his boss’ ex with no opening window to jump out of?

The day was definitely not in his favor.

Every hour seemed to be the same.

Radio a call..hear about a new airbender..find the map..use the map..go to the town..get kicked out of the town..return to the beginning.

While Mako did love having a routine—he was bored of this one.

The only thing that made his day even slightly interesting was Y/N.

It wasn’t long ago when he had met the water tribe girl. They’d first spoken during the Glacier Spirits Festival in the Southern Water Tribe.

He had been introduced to her mother, Kya, through Bolin. His younger brother was so starstruck by Avatar Aang’s only daughter, that he couldn’t help but drag along her own daughter with him for the entirety of the festival.

Bolin spent the rest of the night proudly walking alongside the teenage girl, who had to have been at least two to three years older than him.

He went around and showed her off to all of their friends from Republic City, even if they already knew her.

“Don’t make a show of it, but I know the Avatar’s granddaughter. You don’t need to be wowed or anything, it’s no big deal.”

“Bolin, I’m literally her uncle.”

Mako was one of the very last people to meet the infamous Y/N.

It was right after his argument with Korra about the situation between her father and Unalaq. His emotions were all over the place, confusion and annoyance dominated his mood.

But all of his anger dissolved with one look at her smile.

It was at that moment when Mako decided that Y/N had a gift.

She could lift someone’s spirit with a single glance. Her eyes always glowed with positivity and her soul was the purest one he had ever come across.

Y/N could be compared to the rising sun. Just by existing, she radiated more light and goodness than the greatest man on Earth could ever achieve.

It had been a very brief introduction. 

“Mako, my man!” Bolin slapped his palm over the firebender’s shoulder, a cheesy side smile pointed at the teenage girl standing next to him. 

“This is my good friend, Y/N. Y/N meet my big bro!”

Y/N beamed, her teeth sparkling under the moonlight. She held out her hand in a friendly manner and looked straight into Mako’s eyes, unafraid of making eye contact. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Mako.” She spoke whilst shaking his hand. “I’ve only known Bolin for an hour and I feel like I already know everything about you.”

Mako groaned in embarrassment. He was always flattered by how much Bolin looked up to him, but sometimes his little brother went a little too far.

“You had an hour? Let me guess..” Mako pointedly looked at Bolin, shaking his head in amusement. “He must’ve told you our entire life story by now.”

When she laughed at his blunt attempt at a joke, Mako’s heart soared right then and there. 

It was like the fire inside of him had been ignited with gasoline. but instead of her water smothering his flames..they made the grow. Made them stronger.

Though Mako hadn’t realized these lurching feelings at the time. He did have a girlfriend after all, and he liked to think he would never intentionally cheat on her.

That didn’t stop him from admiring her from afar.

Platonically of course.

There weren’t many moments after the festival where Mako found himself alone with Y/N. 

He had chosen to follow Korra to open the spirit portals and Y/N went off to tour the air temples with her extended family—and if he was being honest, he hadn’t had much time to think about her between fighting off evil spirits and breaking up with his girlfriend.

It wasn’t until after Team Avatar defeated Unalaq and Vaatu, that Mako’s mind returned to his unresolved and unrealized feelings.

With the spirit portals open, the world was new again.

Thousands of people were traveling, discovering places they never knew existed, and migrating to different nations.

Luckily for Mako, Y/N had been one of those people.

It had taken her about a week to move into her apartment in Republic City.

Her flat was quaint but cosy. It had views overlooking the busy downtown and bustling people, and she had easy access to stores and shops in the neighborhood.

There was nothing wrong with her new home, but it wasn’t like the South. In fact, it was nothing like the South.

Y/N missed her friends and colleagues. She missed the chilly wind that would slice through the air and freeze her cheekbones. She missed the animals and the overall energy that the South had.

But she was open to new beginnings and new friends—and her open mindset was exactly what led her to join her family and Team Avatar on the search for new airbenders.

Which is right where Mako had left off. 

The airship was dreadful, dreary, and just plain boring. 

His main source of entertainment was watching a cloud disappear from his view, and then preceding to find another one for his eyes to chase.

Luckily for him, Y/N was also bored out of her mind. She had no one to talk to on the ship.

Korra? Tempting, but intimidating.

Asami? Sure if Y/N was less hippy and more business mogul.

Bolin? Yeah, she didn’t want to go down that path again. 

Lin? No way.

Her actual family members? Good option—but Tenzin was boring and all Jinora did was read old scrolls.

Y/N was at a loss, and the only person that seemed remotely interesting was the brooding firebender staring out of the window.

When she approached him, Mako was at a loss for words.

He had been thinking about this moment for awhile now, and had a pun filled pick-up line ready to go, but when it came down to crunch time, he stalled. 

“Hey,” Y/N smiled, gesturing to the seat next to Mako on the iron bench. “Mind if I sit?”

Mako’s mouth opened to respond, but no words came out of his mouth. He sat there like a fish out of water, nodding his head silently.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and happily sat next to the nineteen year old. 

With her being so close in proximity, Mako’s brain flashed exe.error messages through his thoughts.

They sat in a comfortable, yet also awkward silence for a long time. 

Every time Mako tried to get a word out, he stumbled. His nerves overcame his speech, preventing him from sounding the least bit cool.

Scratch that. They prevented him from sounding like an actual person and not a toddler that just learned how to speak.

After what felt like generations, Mako was saved by none other than his ex-girlfriends.

“We just landed,” Korra said, waving to the former probender and his companion. A confused look flashed across her face at the sight of them so close yet so uncomfortable.

Asami then poked her head around the corner, coming into view. “Are you guys going to come out or what?”

Y/N was the first to jump up, nodding her head enthusiastically.

She nearly sprinted to the exit—not because she wanted to get away from her encounter with Mako, she was just really excited to meet new people.

Mako heaved a deep sigh when she was completely out the door and out of earshot. It felt like he could finally breathe again without the stress of being in her presence.

“You like her?” Korra crossed her arms over one another, leaning against the wall as Asami stood by her side.

“What?” Mako stuttered, his face flooding with hues of red and pink.

“Why would you say that?”

“No Way!”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

Korra and Asami loudly laughed at Mako’s rambling, while they had both been hurt by his actions in the past, they had come to forgive him—and they wanted nothing more than for him to find his special someone.

“Okay, then.” Korra shrugged, pulling Asami out of the room with her, “Whatever you say, Mako.”

Mako dropped his face into his hands, pulling at his hair as he mentally beat himself up.

“But if it matters,” he looked up to see Korra still standing at the door. A genuine smile shown on her face. 

“I think you two would be perfect together.”

As Korra finally left him to himself, Mako couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to have a friend like her. 

She was everything he didn’t need in a relationship, but everything he could’ve ever wanted in a friendship. 

Eventually, Mako did manage to force himself off of the airship. He helped with the little show the airbenders put on to influence others to join the nomads and even fought a few bad guys while he was at it. 

He was finally having a good day, until the little punk tried to steal his wallet.

“Wait,” he ordered, pulling Kai back by the neck of his shirt. Mako held out his hand expectantly and gave the younger boy a hard look. 

“I think you might have something of mine.”

Kai smiled sheepishly before pulling out the firebender’s stolen goods. 

“It must’ve fallen into my pocket, my bad.”

Mako glared at the new airbender. The stare he was giving Kai was so cold, it could intimidate a pack of polar bear dogs.

“Now listen here,” he bent down to Kai’s level. His tangerine eyes meeting Kai’s green ones. “I know your game. I used to be the master at it, actually—and let me tell you that it gets you absolutely nowhere.”

Mako sighed, he already saw so much of himself in the kid that he didn’t want him to go down the same hard path that he did.

“All I want is the best for you, kid.” He patted Kai on the shoulder before sending him off to join Jinora on the ship. “Don’t mess up this opportunity.”

There were times where Mako enjoyed being the big bad cop or the authoritarian figure, but this was not one of those times. 

He just wanted Kai to have the best life he possibly could.

The life he had always wanted for himself.

Unbeknownst to Mako, his secret crush had witnessed the whole ordeal.

His pure-hearted intentions touched Y/N. Acts of kindness and wellbeing always found their way into her heart, and his act of good caught her attention in a very positive way. 

It caught her attention enough, that she found herself standing right behind him.

“That was really sweet what you said back there.” She told Mako, who jumped in surprise at her soft voice.

“Yeah, I tried. I’ve been where he is before. I know how it ends.”

Mako felt much more comfortable now that Y/N had started the conversation. He wasn’t afraid to give his thoughts knowing that she was the one who wanted to talk to him.

Y/N let out a low breath. Her hair willowed in the breeze, her eyes shining under the sunlight. She looked like a lost spirit.

A beautiful lost spirit, Mako thought. 

“I try, too.” She whispered to him. Mako could barely hear her voice, it was so faint.

“Sometimes being there for everyone else has its downfall.” Y/N’s sparkling eyes turned dim, sadness drowned her usually uplifting features.

“I spend all my energy making sure that everyone I love is happy, but then there’s never anyone looking out for me, you know?”

Mako did know.

He knew exactly how she was feeling. He’d raised Bolin since they were children. 

If anyone knew the pressures of holding onto another person’s burdens, it was Mako.

“I’ve noticed that,” Mako said, stepping closer to the girl. He could see that her eyes were welling with tears, all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and make all the negative energy go away. 

So that’s exactly what he did.

Y/N melted into Mako’s embrace. She felt his body radiate heat, he warmed not only her body, but her heart in an instant.

“I see you, with Tenzin’s kids.” Mako ran his hand down her back, comforting Y/N as best he could. “They look up to you more than they do anyone else. You’re really amazing, Y/N. I’m surprised you don’t hear it more often.”

Right then and there, Y/N realized exactly what she needed in her life—and it was Mako.

If she was being honest with herself, he hadn’t exactly caught her eye before.

She thought he was somewhat bland at the Glacier Spirits Festival and the whole double girlfriend situation definitely didn’t spark her interest in the firebender, but now here she was..

Crying in his arms, confessing her insecurities, and feeling heard.

She had never felt heard before.

“I think you’re really amazing.” Mako blurted out. 

He cringed at his confession, hoping that she didn’t take it the wrong way. If there even was a wrong way to take it.

Mako felt Y/N grow still in his arms. His heart pounded in anticipation for what her next words would be.

To his surprise she pulled away..

Before pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

Mako immediately responded. His mouth moved languidly with hers, connecting in the most perfect way, as if they were meant to be.

His entire body nearly combusted. Her bright spirit combining with his fiery one.

Mako felt like sunshine was running through his veins.

She pulled away, giving him one last chaste kiss.

“I think you’re amazing, too.” 

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