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i-luv-carl-grimes · 25 days

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A light that never goes out

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Au: alright so some ppl actually likes this so far so here pt.2 and as promised I'll go more in detail with this part as well as go deeper into the story line ENJOY!!

Word spread with wild fire that someone was being "required" on task force 141 which was wrong but was also right. I spent my night at the shooting range when I should've been gathering my things, then I saw someone walk in. A strong looking man, maybe in his late twenties. He had a... Interesting hair style, one of which was a mohawk. He also had the British flag on his vest... Odd... A brit all the way in Texas? That's odd. Enough with the questions (Y/n) you came here to clear your mind. So do it.

I looked back down at my bandaged hand and noticed that the blister wounds had reopened and were now bleeding through the thin gauze. I ignored it and continued shooting. Not realizing the man had approach me.

"Hey there Girly" ....girly...? "Uh.., ya-?" can't people just LEAVE ME ALONE! "How long have you been at it?" he question... He didn't look like a higher up so I don't gotta be polite do I? "I'm busy, go bother someone else" I said and looked back at the targets then continued shooting. "Man aren't you snappy, and a dam good shot at that" why is he here and why is he talking to me? "I'm lookin' for a girl... Price said her name was (Y/n)-" "Rain, it's Rain to you" I snapped and he put up his hands. "My bad kid, I'm Soap" he let out a hand, I didn't wanna be completely rude so I let out mine... Forgetting about my now blood soaked bandages. "Bloody hell- what have you been up to? You shouldn't over to do" yeah okay dad. "What do you want" I said not enjoying how this interaction was holding up. "I'm pickin' you up" he said and I turned. "Excuse me?" he grinned and looked down at me. "You heard me Rookie now get your bags were leaving" he said once more wirhout giving me a real answer. I just decided to go along with it and I walked into the sleeping quarters, "Soap" was following behind he causing everyone else to whisper and stair. Why did HE have to come along? I walked into my section and the other girls lifted there head up and looked at me and Soap. "No fucking way.... They recruited you!?" a girl named Madie said. I didn't respond just grabbed my things and put them in a duffle bag. "Let's get going Private" wait... Private...HE WAS A HIGHER RANK!? god dammit. That still doesn't clear up who he is.

I was lead out of the camp and over to a large truck, standing next to it was Captain Price. "Rain, glad you could make it" he said and placed a hand on my shoulder. "This is soap, he's a field commander, you'll be working with him and the others for the next few weeks" he continued... The others? Holy shit... I really am gonna be working with the best. "Yes sir," he paused for a moment. "And (Y/n). I know your capable of this... Don't make me question your skill" he patted my shoulder then stepped aside inviting me to go into the truck. I climbed in and immediately force...

Sitting around me were two other extremely well built men. One specificly was wearing a skull mask, he looked to be the biggest in the group... And a little intimating... "Everyone, this is Rain. She'll be joining us on our next mission," Soap said. "Don't be dick heads, introduce yourselfs" he snapped and a man got up and walked over to me then let out his hand. "Gaz" he said... He seemed rather quiet I went to shake his hand then cringed when I felt the pressure against my wounds. "Ghost don't be a-" "she's gonna get killed" the man in the skull mask said and everyone went silent. "Price said shes better then anyone else in her group. She's one helleva shot too, saw it myself" Soap said, he was quick to my defense I appreciated that. "Yeah but he's a rookie, she doesn't have any real experience" this ghost guy was seriously pissing me off. "Give 'er a chance Ghost" he just rolled his black out eyes and I took a seat next to Gaz and soap as the truck started moving. It was quiet... And awkward till Soap started talking.

"How long have ya' been training?" Soap asked and I shrugged. "A few months, maybe 3 or 4" Soap and Gaz were nice and chill.... I cant say the same for the fuck head other there though (ghost)

"What's the mission about?" I looked over at Soap. "Hold your horses kid, it's your first day calm it would ya?" he replied and Gaz snorted. "And here let me see your hand" he took out some new gauze. "I got it" I said trying to take it from him but he pulled back. I then swiped it away from him quicker. "I said I got it" I looked at him through the corner of my eye. "Yes Ma'am" he let out a chuckle. I took off the old bloody bandages off. "How'd ya do that?" Gaz asked and I shrugged. "One two many round I guess, it doesn't hurt though" I threw the bloody ones away and put on the new ones. Gaz and Soap went back to talking while Ghost just sat there not moving a inch... What a weirdo. Wait... These are the solders on task force 141? Hell this WAS task force 141...mohawk guy, a dude in a mask and Gaz.... Interesting....

It was gonna be a while till we reached the UK so I grabbed a book I brought from home and opened it to turn part I last left off on.

Au: enemies to lovers??? (My fave trope)

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louis-the-french-one · 2 years

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Tony Stark x male reader

Request : Hey 👋 can I get a tony x make reader who’s his rival company so they don’t like each other at first but then become lover some smut with top reader would be good too but you don’t have to. Thank you.

Type : Smut

Relationship : ennemies then lovers

Summary : When SHIELD itself asks you to work with them you can't say no, unfortunately it also means you have to work with your rival and ennemy, Tony Stark

Warnings : swearing, angst, smut, rough sex, hair pulling

! Reader is AMAB !

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As you stride down the New York City streets a smile forms on your face when a certain building appears in front of you, a giant tower with '(L/N) Industries' written in capital letters. Your smile widen when your eyes then land on the smaller Stark tower right next to it.

You had specificly chosen to position your new headquarters next to your rival, the famous Tony Stark, and to annoy him you had made sure to have a, even so slightly, taller tower.

You and Tony had met in MIT in your youth, two young geniuses always competing against one another. And it only continued with time; from being the best in the class to being the best in the stock market. Now that you thought of it, it had been a while since you had last seen your rival face to face, mainly just teasing each other from your respective headquarters, and in some way, you kinda missed seing the frustration build on his face.

But there you were, entering your building, everyone greeting you with a gentle smile and a formal "Good morning Mister (L/N) ". You knew they only did it because you're their boss but seing kind faces always put you in a good mood. And it's with a smile on your face that you approached your secretary.

"Good morning Mister (L/N)"

"Good morning Vanessa, anything exciting today? "

"You just have a meeting with the marketing team at 3"

"Right, thank you"

You enter your office, calmly setting down your suitcase and opening your office laptop when the company phone rings, surprising you. Vanessa always announce it when a business call is on the line... After deliberating for a few seconds in your mind, you decide to take the call.

"Hello? "

"Mister (Y/N) (L/N)"

"... Yes..."

"Nick Fury, director of SHIELD, we need your help on a project"

"SHIELD ? Well um, I don't know if I, you know, it's-"

"I'm not asking, you'll find the address directly in your GPS, come now"

And with that the call ended, you were surprised and in shock a little, what was SHIELD ? And why do they need your help ? For some unknown reason or really just curiosity you decided to go.

When you get there, two agents non chalently welcome you and show you inside, once past the long security checks and empty corridors you arrive in the main control room and it completely blows your mind. High technology everywhere, each agent having their own super intelligent computer. Finally at the center of the room stands a man in a long black coat, the agents escorting you go up to him.

"Mister Fury, (L/N) is here"

The man that you now know is the Fury you had on the phone turns to you.

" Ah, (L/N), you took your time... Follow me, join the other guest for my explanation "

"The other guest ?! " You thought to yourself, you were confused, who else had been crazy enough to listen to a mysterious call ? Entering a new room there stood your answer. The only man you knew as crazy as you. Tony Stark.

"Oh hey dickhead ! " Tony greets you.

"No." You simply answer.

"What's he doing here? " You both say at the same time.

"Shut up, the both of you, this is SHIELD, Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division, a secret agency in charge of protecting the world and we got you both here today because you're the best in weapons conceptions and we need you on a project" Fury tells you both, a bit angered.

"What kind of project are we talking about ? "You ask.

"The kind that could kill a God " Fury answers.

"I see, that won't be a problem, but I refuse to work with ... Him" Tony says, ending with a disgusted face.

"And I refuse to work with this asshole, he does not know what team work means and just can't stop thinking about himself, I assure you, Mister Fury, Stark will fuck up this project" You conclude, arms crossed. Tony glares at you from his side of the room, he opens his mouth to answer before Fury stops him.

"This is no negociations, you work together on this project or you get out of my hellicarrier" Fury stands firmly.

"Alright, I'll do it, not sure if Mister 2nd of the class over there will be man enough for it though" Tony teases you.

"Fuck you, of course I am, I accept"

At this moment you thought you'd just accepted to sell your soul to the devil, working with Tony Stark. You just knew things weren't gonna be peaceful.

/Time skip/

Yelling could be heard all around the hellicarrier, echoing through the corridors. It had been 3 weeks since the start of the project and it wasn't going anywhere, for the simple reason that you and Tony could not spend a minute without arguing about every single thing. It could start from a simple "This equation isn't necessary" and lead to a fight that would last for the whole day, he'd start being arrogant and you'd start insulting him, then you'd almost physically fight before agents would separate you and tell you it was all for the day. But this time, you decided to not go that far.

"Fuck you ! We all know that if it wasn't for your very wealthy dad you would have never been to MIT cause you just can't get work done ! " You hissed, pointing at him.

"There's a reason why you never was 1st of the class deep shit, I was always smarter, and I can in fact get work done , I'm motherfucking Iron Man " He brags.

"What you are is a fucking prick, you can't even see how good life has been with you" You look down to your notes, calming down, trying to get back to work for once.

He smirks " I do know life has been good with me, look at this" He taps his reactor "This reminds me every day that I survived when some didn't" There was a silence.

"Sorry, I... I didn't know" You put your pen down looking at him.

"It's okay..." He simple says, continuing to work.

"No really Tony I'm sorry, I've been an ass to you since I've met you, just because I was jealous" You stand nervously.

"Of course you were, I'd be jealous of me too" He tries to laugh it off.

You still look at him, not feeling like working right now.

"You better be done with your equations if you want to keep staring at me" He doesn't even look up.

"What if we start over? " You suggest .

"With the project ? No. " Tony answers.

"No I mean, between us. What if we start over ?"

"Okay, but this doesn't mean you're allowed to get a crush on me"

/Time skip/

"It works ! " You scream of joy.

"IT WORKS" Tony screams back after you.

It was 3am currently, you and Tony had been assigned to the project 5months ago. And finally, the God killing weapon worked. In the past months you and Tony had learned to appreciate the other, and to be honest, a crush on him had developed, something you never thought would happen judging by how you had hated him ever since you met him but there you were. Looking at him, smiling, with a single idea in mind : kissing him. He was doing a little victory dance, something a little embarrassing but it's Tony Stark so you can't stop yourself from thinking he looks cool.

Suddenly he takes you in his arms, hugging you, you stay like that for a good minute before he whispers a quiet 'thank you' and lets go of you. You look at each other in the eyes and that's when you can't resist anymore, so you go for it. You kiss him with all your passion and, mostly tension, shocking yourself by the strength you put into it. But what shocks you the most is that Tony, in a matter of seconds, returns the kiss and you find yourself quickly making out with your former rival; a hand on his neck and the other in his hair, pulling slightly. But now you want more, you need more, after months of hard work you deserve a reward. And as if he was reading your mind, Tony's hand discreetly places itself on your crotch making you moan into the kiss.

Feeling hornier than ever you decide to go for his neck, licking, sucking and biting while his loud moans echo in the lab. For a split second you wonder if the agents outside can hear you, however you decide that the view in front of you is worth the slight embarrassment. And the view is breath taking indeed, the infamous Tony Stark, genius playboy billionaire philanthropist is right in front of you, desperately holding onto the lab table as his legs have apparently given up already, his other hand is palming your dick through your pants driving you crazy. And while you're observing him, his eyes are closed as he's focusing on the feelings and the touches.

"Do you want me to blow you? " You ask.

"I thought you'd never ask, wait, I have a condom somewhere in there" He says, part catching his breath part searching in his pants' pockets.

Finally, he pulls out 3 condoms from his front pockets, "Should be enough! ". Still he doesn't waste any time, pulling his pants and his boxers down, revealing his already hard cock. But you couldn't judge him as you look down seeing your own very much erected dick. The condom once put on, you get on your knees, giving his member a few light strokes before your mouth soon enough meets the warmth of his crotch. Your hand now playing softly with his balls and your mouth taking him oh so sweetly Tony is left but a moaning mess, his back arched and his hand now in your hair. He was pulling it roughly making your dick leak with pre-cum. You take your time down there, letting your tongue do it's tricks until Tony starts to loose control and thrusts desperately into your face. That's when you stop everything and come back up, meeting his red face. You notice his lips are very swollen from the previous make out session, turning you on even more if it's even possible.

"Why'd you stop? Please continue (Y/N) " He basically begs.

"I want to fuck you now" Your mind is fogged with lust and you have no filter now.

"Oh... " He breathes heavily. "Do it, fuck me"

Not really controlling yourself anymore, you pull down your pants and boxers, grab one of the remaining condoms and place it quickly before grabbing Tony by the waist and turning him so his ass in now in front of you, or should I say, just in front of your hard cock. As your hands were on his waist you let one of them roam around his back, giving him chills. He turns to you then, "Don't prep me, I like it rough". Not wasting anymore time you place your cock at his entrance, entering slowly, you moan while he hisses a little, you wait before he nods his head telling you to continue. You start your little back and forth movement with your hips, slowly at first, enjoying the feeling and warmth of his ass. Your hand places itself on his ass cheak, pulling it apart to give you a better view of your actions. The room, as you realize is silent, with just the sound of yours and Tony's heavy breaths.

"Go faster, please" Tony says, breaking the silence.

And you do as he wishes, accelerating your rythm in a crescendo style, going faster and faster with each movement. His back archs in a way you thought it would break and his mouth let's out what sounds like angelic noises to your ears, feeling lucky to be the one causing them. As you're fucking him you can feel the room tense up and your movements becoming rougher, more animalistic and judging by the sounds your partner was making, he seemed to really enjoy that so you let yourself go for it. Only going faster, harder and deeper, the act was driving you both crazy and you could feel yourself coming to your climax. So you decide to give it your all, put all the strength you had left, fucking him like there was no tomorrow, and the moans were louder and louder that you were now sure people could hear it. When suddenly Tony cried out one last long moan as he came inside the condom he still had on. And with a few more thrust you came too, collapsing into him and him onto the table. Installing a comfortable silence in the room.

"That... Was something. We should totally do it more in the future" Tony says in a high voice you had never heard before.

"Maybe we could go on a date before next time" You ask.

"Hmm... Yeah, that's a good idea" He smiles at you.

You kiss him one more time, way more softly though, before you two clean the mess you've done and present the final result of the project to Fury.

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AN : Alright this one took me some time but I'm kinda proud of it, hope you like ! Also reminder English is in fact not my first language please be kind.

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kanerallels · 8 months

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@eglerieth 74: Vostress training Wraith Squadron. This au is INCREDIBLY specificly tailored to me and my sister's niche interests. It's set in a happiness au where Wedge Antilles still forms Wraith Squadron (the Legends black ops squadron that is not unlike Alphabet Squadron because they're all hot messes)

But this time, when he forms it, he asks for help in training them! From former Jedi/Sith, current bounty hunters, Asajj Ventress and Quinlan Vos! I have a surprisingly long fic written about this that I might not ever share all of-- it's from a while ago, so it's not as good. But I hope you enjoy the part I'm gonna share here!

“Did you ever think you’d live to see the day when you were renting a building to a pilot from the Republic?” Quinlan Vos asked.

His partner, Asajj Ventress, rolled her eyes. “No, but I never thought I’d be helping them train a black ops division, or that I’d end up dating some stupid Jedi who follows me everywhere, yet here we are.”

“You are so sweet when you try to be,” Vos said with a smirk.

They were standing on a tall tower directly across from the building Wedge Antilles had told them about around five days ago. To Vos’s deep amusement, they’d soon realized that the building was one that Ventress actually owned, and had for a few years. Hence why he felt absolutely no remorse about their current plan.

“So, are we sure this thing will hold me?” he asked, eying the thick cable they’d run from the top of the tower they now stood on to a spot just about a tenth story window.

Ventress shrugged. “Either it will, or you’ll end up looking really stupid. Just don’t die and leave me to teach Antilles’ brats by myself.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Reaching down, Vos grabbed a metallic strap with loops on either end. Flicking one end over the cable, he slid his hands into the loops and glanced at Ventress. “Kiss for luck?”

Arching an amused eyebrow, Ventress leaned forward and brushed a slight kiss against his lips. Vos was about to kiss her back when he felt her grab him by the shoulders and shove him off the building, sending him flying down the makeshift zipline they’d created.

Hastily centering himself, Vos could hear Ventress laughing as he shot forward towards the other building. Despite himself, he felt a smile twist his lips, exhilaration buzzing through him. Hanging thousands of feet above the ground with only a cable a few inches thick holding him up was the kind of thing a lot of people, especially Jedi, would call foolish. Vos called it fun.

The window shot towards him, and Vos reached out with the Force, pushing against the glass. The strength of his blow cracked the window seconds before he crashed through it with a shattering of glass, releasing his grip on the cable to dive forward in a quick somersault, landing in a crouch before glancing up at the room he’d just entered.

There were a handful of beings in the room, a somewhat even mixture of humans and aliens— they were certainly a unique bunch. However, one thing they all had in common was the fact that they were staring at Vos with varying degrees of shock.

Straightening up, Vos gave them a breezy grin. “Sorry I’m late. Forgot where the Temple was.”

For a moment, no one spoke, then a dark-haired man with a long scar across his face asked, “Who are you, exactly?”

Vos’s memory clicked through the files of the Wraiths he and Ventress had gone over the night before. Garik “Face” Loran, Wraith Eight, he recalled. Child actor, and continued his acting career up until he was mugged and badly scarred, when he left the stage to join the Republic. Drummed out of two squadrons for back-talking his commander— either I’m gonna end up really liking this guy, or he could be trouble.

“I take it Commander Antilles didn’t tell you,” Vos said calmly. “I’m here to assist in Wraith Squadron’s education— well, me and my partner.”

“Is your partner going to have an entrance like that, too?” asked a dark-skinned young woman— Officer Shalla Nelprin, Wraith Twelve, Vos thought. Martial arts expert, previously worked for a Coruscanti police force. She was also the only one holding a blaster, which she’d clearly pulled upon his arrival. Good instincts.

“Nah,” Vos said, shaking his head. “She’s way better at dramatic entrances than I am, so she’ll be able to pull something truly excellent off. Now, let’s get down to business. I’m Quinlan Vos. About a week ago, Commander Antilles hired me and my partner to help train you guys in our areas of expertise.”

“Which is?” The person who spoke was the green-skinned Twi’lek Dia Passik, a former slave and friend of Caleb Dume, which was definitely an endorsement in Vos’s mind. Anyone as in love with his wife as Caleb was was okay in his book.

“Well, quite a few things,” Vos said easily. “Infiltration, destabilization, eradication— oooh, I should write that down. Essentially, we specialize in the area of finding who we’re looking for, getting into the places we need to go, and looking really cool while doing it.”

“You’re bounty hunters.” The man who’d spoken was a dark-haired man with a somber expression. Ah, Myn Donos, Vos thought, giving him a thoughtful look. He was a Corellian pilot who’d lost most of his squadron earlier the same year, and joined Wraith Squadron a few months later.

“Among other things, yes,” he agreed. “We’ve done quite a few things, though. Our current profession, for instance, is to whip Wraith Squadron into shape.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” Vos didn’t need a file to recognize the blonde woman eying him rather warily. He’d met Tyria Sarkin on a few occasions, along with her master, when they’d worked together. She’d come across as smart, if a little wary of him and Ventress at the time.

Grinning at her, Vos said, “The same way I do everything. With unconventional methods and good looks. But in all seriousness, let’s just say my partner and I have a few solid plans.”

“And who is this partner of yours?” asked the tall Thakwaash named Hohass Ekwesh, who’d been nicknamed Runt by his kin. Which was either ironic or seriously worrying, because Runt was over six feet tall.

“Oh, you’ll meet her soon enough,” Vos said casually, and didn’t miss the glances exchanged between a few of the Wraiths. Clearly, they were skeptical about how trustworthy he was, but they’d either get over that or they wouldn’t. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was if they’d listen to him.

“If Commander Antilles hired you, why didn’t he tell us who you were?” Kell Tainer demanded. The tall mechanic and demolitions expert gave him a deep frown, his arms folded across his chest. “Did the Republic send you?”

“Not… exactly,” Vos said. “But I am on their payroll— thankfully, since I doubt Commander Antilles could afford both me and my partner. But the fact of the matter is, the Republic and I are on... somewhat shaky footing, shall we say?”

“So, you’re a criminal,” Donos said flatly, and Vos gave him a dramatically horrified look.

“Lieutenant Donos, you insult me,” he said. “If I was a criminal, would I also be a bounty hunter? No, because then I’d have to arrest myself.”

“That makes absolutely no sense,” Shalla said.

Vos shrugged. “Maybe not, but I can assure you of this— I am not wanted by the Republic. Anymore. Tyria, back me up.”

All eyes turned to Tyria, who shrugged. “He’s right, the Republic doesn’t have a bounty on his head— although that doesn’t exactly mean you or your partner can be trusted, does it?”

“You’re biased, though,” Vos said.

“And I have a good reason to be!”

“Hey, we needed a decoy, and you and Sierra were right there! We couldn’t have Kenobi catching us, now could we?”

Glaring at him, Tyria said, “We were stuck in that jail cell for three hours!”

Vos barely managed to hold back a laugh, clearing his throat instead. “Well, you got out eventually. And you don’t even have a criminal record, so…”

“I kind of want to know what happened now,” said the cyborg man that Vos’s persistent brain reminded him was Ton Phanan, the Wraith’s medic. Yes, I know, he thought at his brain. Now could you please stop with the tour guide knowledge?

“Not a chance,” Tyria said coolly. “Let’s just say that Vos and his… partner aren’t always the easiest to deal with.” Pausing, she added reluctantly, “But they probably are the best to teach us in this situation.”

“So glad you think so,” Vos said with a smirk. “I’m sure my partner will be, too.”

“I think it’s about time you told us who your partner is,” Kell said with a scowl. “Your hints have been… concerning, to say the least.”

“Ouch,” Vos said. “What, you don’t trust me?”

“Should we?” Kell shot back.

“We don’t care.”

The cool, smooth voice of Asajj Ventress came from the back of the room, and everyone turned as she stepped out from a shadowy corner, her hands on her hips. Vos had no idea how she’d entered the room so quietly, but he wasn’t surprised, either. He was, however, deeply enjoying the stunned expressions on the faces of most of the Wraiths. Donos’ eyes were narrowed in Ventress’s direction, and Phanan was smirking, although Vos suspected that was just his resting face, but the others just stared in pure shock.

There were a number of reasons they could be staring, obviously. It could be the fact that Ventress had just appeared when she’d definitely not been in the room originally. It could be because she was carrying her energy bow from the Nightsisters, which was pretty conspicuous. It could have been the dark, spidery scars that patterned her skin, marking a failed attempt on her life.

But when one of the Wraiths finally spoke, it became pretty clear that those were not the reasons all of them were staring. “Asajj Ventress?” Phanan said. “Are you kidding me? I thought you were dead.”

“Death is a social construct,” Ventress said dryly, and Vos had to smother a snicker.

“We’re being taught by a Separatist assassin?” Phanan asked. “Um. Why?”

“Because I’m smarter than all of you,” Ventress said bluntly. “And someone has to teach you to keep yourself alive, don’t we?”

“Considering you supposedly died twenty years ago, are you sure you’re the best person to teach us that?” Phanan said, his voice a little too amused. “And there’s also the fact that you used to work for the Separatists, so…”

Vos tensed slightly, but didn’t react. He and Ventress had discussed the possibility of someone bringing up her past, and she’d made him promise that he’d let her handle it, which he had very little problem with.

Strolling forward until she was face to face with the cyborg medic, Ventress spoke in a cool tone. “Do you have a problem with being trained by me?”

“The Separatists did lose the war,” Phanan pointed out, not looking nearly nervous enough about the current possibility of his demise. Face Loran, who stood next to him, wore a grimace that seemed to say he was pretty sure his friend wasn’t going to survive this encounter.

Ventress smiled, and it was not a nice smile. Before Phanan could react, the woman lashed out, slamming her fist into his jaw. As the man stumbled back, Ventress caught her foot beneath his, and another blow to the face sent him to the ground with a thud and a groan.

Stepping back, Ventress dusted her hands off, looking satisfied, as the door to the room hissed open and Wedge Antilles stepped inside. He took in the scene before him at a glance, looking relatively unfazed.

“Vos, Ventress,” he said, nodding to them. His eyes flicked to Phanan, still on the ground, as he added, “I see you’re breaking in the squadron, that’s good. What are your thoughts?”

“Insubordinate with smart mouths and an inability to keep their thoughts to themselves,” Ventress said, sarcasm dripping from her tone. “But who knows? They might amount to something.”

“I reckon we can whip them into shape,” Vos said easily.

“We can only hope,” Wedge said, his voice amused. “I’ll give them your terms, and make sure they’ll abide by them.”

Turning to the group of Wraiths, most of whom were looking either unsettled or amused, he said sharply, “Attention.”

They all snapped to, and Face hauled Phanan to his feet. The cyborg had blood dripping from his nose, and Vos caught Ventress smirking in satisfaction. Phanan himself didn’t seem terribly worried about his nose-- instead, he was actually grinning.

“Wraiths,” Wedge began, ignoring Phanan’s somewhat disheveled state, “these are your new teachers, Asajj Ventress and Quinlan Vos. As you know, Ventress has a reputation as an assassin, and also is presumed dead. Therefore, I’ve agreed to keep their arrival here under wraps, particularly Ventress, and you won’t be speaking of it either. Additionally, you will follow their orders as you would follow mine, unless you think an innocent person might be put in danger because of them. Is that understood?”

The Wraiths murmured their agreements, although Vos caught a spark of reluctance from Myn Donos. Wedge glanced at Phanan. “Will there be a problem here, Flight Officer Phanan?”

“No, sir,” Phanan said cheerfully. “I actually have no problem with assassins, so there’ll be no problems whatsoever.”

“Glad to hear it.” Turning away, Wedge said, “Vos, Ventress, I release them into your capable hands.”

“They may live to regret that choice,” Ventress said, a wicked gleam of amusement in her eyes. Wedge laughed, and headed for the door.

As it closed behind him, Vos turned to his new students. “Well, let’s talk business. You’ll have two main classes, so to speak, every day. Ventress will be conducting a physical fitness class, and I will be handling tactics. Past that, every so often we’ll give a couple of you a test of some sort that will be a situation you might find yourself in. Call that one your improv class.”

“Oh, good, something I have some experience in,” Face joked, and Vos couldn’t hold back a grin.

“I think your expectations for an improv class might be a little different than ours,” he told the former actor. “Our first class starts in—” he glanced at Ventress. “How long?”

“Five minutes,” Ventress said. “And you’re the teacher, so don’t be late for once.”

Vos snorted. “I wouldn’t bet on that. In that case, you guys have five minutes to get to the sixteenth floor of the building. Tactics class is in the lounge-- whoever gets there first, open the window.”

“Why?” Kell asked.

“Well, I can only break so much glass in this building before Ventress starts fining me,” Vos explained with a smirk. “Don’t be late, Wraiths, or you’ll regret it. Dismissed.”

As the Wraiths made their way out of the room, Ventress let out a sigh. “That’s what I love about the military. You say dismissed, and they all have to leave. I should have joined much sooner.”

Vos chuckled. “You would think of that as a benefit.” His expression turned thoughtful. “What do you think?”

“Of the Wraiths?” Ventress snorted derisively. “They’re not much to look at, are they? And the cyborg is an idiot, but they might amount to something.”

“I suspect Kell Tainer and Lieutenant Donos might give us a little trouble,” Vos said. “They don’t trust us, is my guess.”

“Tainer will just watch us from a distance,” Ventress said. “If anyone’s going to talk to Antilles about it, it’s Donos— and probably the Republic, too.”

“He gave his word— besides, he’ll obey orders,” Vos said with a shrug. “Military types always do. Either he’ll get used to us, or he’ll give Kenobi a heart attack— which would be pretty funny.”

“Amusing as I’m sure you’d find it, I’d prefer the Council didn’t know I was here.” Ventress’s tone was dry, with a hint of wariness in it, and Vos glanced at her.

“We’ll be okay,” he told her softly. “Donos will go to his commander, not the Republic, and Wedge will politely tell him to chill out. You’re not getting outed just yet. After all, Dume didn’t tell.”

“He told plenty of people,” Ventress responded with a roll of her eyes. “They just happened to be all the right people.”

“Like me,” Vos said with a grin, which Ventress reluctantly returned.

“Yes,” she agreed. “Like you. Now get a move on before you’re late for your first class. Oh, Vos?” she added as he moved towards the window.

Vos turned back. “What?”

“You have glass in your hair,” Ventress told him.

“Whoops.” Vos brushed a hand over his head, sending a few shards of glass to the floor with a clink, then stepped to the edge of the window. Sticking his upper body out, he grabbed the ledge above the window, hauled himself up, and began to climb easily, making his way up to the sixteenth floor.Let’s see what these kids are capable of, he thought with a grin.

#please hold all of this loosely #the canon is messy but i had fun writing the banter ya know?#and that's what matters #wraith squadron #quinlan vos #asajj ventress #501st follower celebration #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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Hoseok soulmate reading

Let's get the disclaimer out of the way: This is for entertainment purposes only and shouldn't be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards.

Oki. Before we begin I must say... I put this off as long as possible. For those of you who have followed me for a while, you know that hobi is THE HARDEST to connect with and tbh this was no different. I'll probably revisit this reading again at a different time (you'll see why)

So. To start things off... Hope has some.. strange(?) energy. His energy was really vague and weak. The color too is intresting because its 100% not a color I've ever seen and I'm not sure if something is afflicting the color of his energy? Its ruby red but also deep grey blue? Its really strange and honestly pretty but it doesn't feel like the normal color? The color is usually a nice red with some deeper hints but...Its usually a bit more... lively? It just feels dull right now.

It looks like this right now but with a little more red? Its really peculiar.

Now. Idk maybe some shit is going on with him right now? Or maybe bc there was a fuckin lunar eclipse in Gemini last night? Idk but the energy was a little.. hostile. That's not a bad thing but it kinda felt like he was being broody? Its all really strange but he was not very into the reading (more so than usual) blah blah he didn't want to talk and I asked some questions I probably shouldn't have and some stuff happened. Long story short his soulmate(?) Showed up and pushed our foreheads together so we'd have to connect.

I asked his soulmate if they could tell me what the fuck was going on and they said that they don't know him well. Idk if that means that they don't know him well on a soul level? I'll get into this more later but this feels like something that's already been concluded or comes back up from time to time.

"He's pretty closed off huh?" Yes soulmate. He is.

I asked for more info about them and they said May. I was like cool, is that your name or? "Nah" sick is that like you're birthday? "Not really" cool cool cool.

They did say that he deserves better than what he has. I'm gonna leave it at that but hobi is possibly going through some shit.

Now we can get onto the reading part. I do want to say though, this reading felt very disconnected and weird? Just like somethings off and I have a feeling that this soulmate is more of the "life lesson" type soulmate?

Oki. We have temperance, chariot, two of cups, queen of coins. This is a person who is definitely motivated and driven and 100% a business savy human. They are also very likely loyal and know how to balance work and play time very very well. Is well-off (or materialistic) lol. There's a very ride or die energy that tells me this person is the type of friend that will do anything for you but when you do stupid shit then you get a stern talking to. Idk why but it also feels lonely? Like they're on their own journey to find themselves and their path/happiness/self and if it doesn't fit in the wagon then it gets left behind. This person might move too fast and miss out on important things because they're always chasing after something. They take "its not the destination that matters but the journey that does" to a whole new level and they just never stop to enjoy the scenery bc they'd rather get the rush of newness.

As for their relationship. As I said before I think this soulmate specifically is the "life lesson" type and could definitelybe a platonicsoulmate too. The kind that provides you with an opportunity for growth. With the 5 of swords rev. I kinda think that this could be someone from either a past life or back in a less favorable time. The fool card to me makes me thin that this relationship provides a sense of being born again? Its that newness of having a new perspective and a whole new understanding of self. With the magician rev. Its about issues with communication i.e not being able to get across your needs and desires for both of them and a lack of energy to figure it out. I also feel like this was just something that they didn't fix and didn't want to fix. (I'm talking in past tense bc this reading feels like its someone from the past) This card also talks about deception. I'm not gonna go into this much. With the 3 of wands though!! Yay! This talks about progress and I feel like this points to them learning more and more about who they are and what they truly want. They're kinda like lines that were moving towards eachother, intersected and then continued going in their own direction. Its like this time together was formative in who they are as people and what they dream of! And with the father of cups it does seem that over all the relationship was/is (I don't know how to talk about this) relatively balanced and they had/have respect for eachother. This card specifically is about balanced emotions and emotional intelligence and I think that this is what they gain from this relationship.

Moving right along we have the oracle cards! Stand by you commitment, financial healing, unconventionality, socialize or join in and sensitive emotions. The flower cards are from hobi to soulmate and the others are from soulmate to hope. Now. Maybe his soulmate went through a failed business venture that they're recovering from or just general money trouble bc the whole world is being fucked over by a virus. Either way hobi is very strong in the message of commitment (that makes me think that its specifically about business or something they started but never finished) onto cards for Hope. He might kinda be going through the shitty times and his soulmates advice is to not isolate and celebrate himself more. He might be having some issues related to self image or a soul-identity crisis? Idk but hobi needs that good good self care and love.

Now the two unicorn cards. Those are also from his soulmate to hope about some personal shit and I will be leaving that out because its not my fucking business. (Hobi is fine don't worry)

Woo wee lets get on to traits! First for zodiac sign. Earth, fire, air. Possible Libra and Taurus placements.

Tiny cards. Light hair, dark hair, sweet, extrovert, hard working, tall, business oriented, loud, fate, sorry, open, faith, happy, wait.

First off I get brown hair vibes (maybe medium brown?)

The word cards sound like his soulmate trying to give him a pep talk so I pulled an affirmation card that says in stillness I receive. I think hobi is going through some soul stuff and I'm not sure if this specificly translates into his life right now (though I think it does and he's repressing it or hopefully he's sorting it out on his own privately)

Oki oki oki. Idk why but it also might be that hobi is doing work to heal his inner child? I honestly don't know whats going on or if its affecting him in his day to day life at this time but I want to come back and do this reading at a time that he might be in a better energy space?

Hobi is ALWAYS hard to read and its even harder when he's less open than usual.

I'll get another soulmate read from hobi at some point and see if I can catch a "future/current romantic soulmate"

I am confused 😕

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