Anonymous Requested: Jungkook Royal AU Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; Royalty AU Word Count: 11,013 Author’s Note: I pretty much took a whole day off from life to work on this, since I start school on Monday and wanted to try and get through as much writing as I can before hell starts.
Summary: As royalty, you were forced to be sent off and married to a prince of the neighboring kingdom to strengthen your country. But when you are betrothed earlier than you expected, you seek comfort in a random stranger until you realize that perhaps fate plays a bigger hand in things than you ever thought possible.
For the record, you never asked to be a princess. Not that you think you would ever have had an upper hand in a situation like that in the first place, or that you expected things to be different if you could go back in time to watch your family history unfold. It’s just something that’s short, and simple, and a fleeting thought you ponder about on more than one occasion, which is certainly a lot more times than someone who was actually happy with their lives would think.
Now, it’s not that you’re ungrateful with the life you’ve been gifted with, you’re well aware of the luck you’ve received, because at the end of the day, it’s the kind of lifestyle that guarantees food upon the table. It promises a roof over your house during the night, during the rain or snow, (more than) comfortable clothing to keep you warm throughout the bitter winter. The gold and motivation and rule your family has over the kingdom is nothing to shy away from.
It just, it provokes a lot of… pressure in your system, in your heart and in your mind.
Most of these things sprout from your father, who is probably just as ruthless as he is caring and hard-working and passionate about the land he is expected to rule over with grace and respect and an equal amount of force to make sure the people of the kingdom didn’t take advantage of him. He’s always been a loving father, albeit expecting the most out of you between your two other siblings. As caring or thoughtful or empathetic has he could be, there were often moments in your life when your best was never good enough for him.
You’ve been taught since birth to follow the orders and rules set up by your father because, as so graciously pointed out by the servants the dusk and clean and care for you on more than one occasion, your father always did what he believed would be best for you. So every piano or violin or guitar lesson he ever made you take, those foreign language lessons, classes on discipline and how to look, think, behave like a princess—those were always for your own future benefit.
“Keep your back straight, shoulders back, smile pretty.”
“Always cut small pieces of your meal. Take small sips of your drinks. Always remember to wipe your mouth with a napkin.”
“Don’t speak unless spoken to.”
It’s not that you hate being a princess. You just hate having things being done for you, you hate how decisions and that free-will of choice and responsibility has been ever-so-graciously lifted off your shoulders as if these were things you would never have to burden yourself with. You hate not having a voice, your words drowned by the ones of your father or mother. Your existence has constantly been overshadowed by those greater than you could ever hope to be. You hate the role you have to play into society, how you had to spend your days dealing with other people’s problems. Shouldering a kingdom is no laughing matter, there are rules and regulations and decisions that constantly need to be made to ensure the safety and well-being of everyone who live within the borders. Your mere existence is to live for other people.
But in spite of your feelings, you know that changing fate is practically impossible. So you roll with your father’s wishes, because you understand that this is duty you owe to your kingdom. Perhaps at the end of the day, it will truly never really matter what you desire. From the moment you were birth, your entire life story has already been written by you, the quill of ink belonging to your father and mother and every other person who thought they could know you better than you could ever know yourself.
You let yourself take everything in. You visit the nearby villages and listen to everyone’s problems, their hopes and wishes and promise to become stronger and stronger to help them. You take the lessons set up by your father. You keep your back straight, your eyes forward, your mouth shut. You accept the fancy parties and the wine, the dancing and the violins echoing through your ear, speaking only when you are spoken to. It’s torture, but you have to remind yourself that is it your duty, your obligation and your responsibility.
You even let your father tell you that there will come a day when you will be sent off to a predetermined prince in a neighboring kingdom, be married off into a family you don’t know and perhaps will never truly belong to—all for the benefit of your kingdom. You let him tell you this, and you accept it. You give yourself a few years to mentally prepare yourself, expecting your father at the very least to grant you this one wish.
A raised eyebrow. “But the prince could be ready to meet you any day now.”
you’re playing an angel on supernatural. what has that been like in terms of public perception of you just on the streets in los angeles or where you shoot? it’s a little weird. I play an angel on supernatural so everybody comes up to me and they meet me and they think i’m going to be amazing and awesome and obviously that’s true. I am.
Harry lay sprawled across my body, his chest resting between my split legs and his head resting on my chest, his recently cut hair tickling under my chin in such as way that I had to frequently flatten it down to reduce the irritation. Harry would bat my hand away each time, grumbling about how I was messing his hair up.
It was a Sunday afternoon, the bright but cold winter light glinted between the clouds and through the window, casting odd shadows across the floor. Harry had been home for several weeks, working on his new music and resting following the completion of a long section of filming, but he had yet to really make much use of his time off, instead he chose to invade my personal space as often as he could and in any way that he could, from lying on top of me as I relaxed on the couch, to creeping into the shower as I had my face under the water and my back turned. He still hadn’t spent any time with his family, a fact that Anne never failed to remind him of on her near daily phone calls:
“When are you coming to see me Harry?”
“Have you booked the train yet?”
“You’re Gran is asking me when you’re coming up, what should I tell her?”
Each question was brushed off with a casual “I’ll do it soon mum” which was enough to satisfy her in the beginning but an excuse which was quickly wearing thin. Something about Harry’s entire demeanour was different, he would pass the almost daily calls from his mother to me, “You deal with her” he would say before sulking out of the room, and his overly touchy-feely needs towards me were becoming more extreme than normal. It was like he could barely stand to be alone.
Harry exhaled a soft sigh from below me, letting his body relax further into mine as I realised my fingers were no longer batting his hair away, they were playing with the soft strand, tugging them gently and wrapping them around my finger before releasing them and repeating. His sigh was followed by a contented groan.
“Harry what’s wrong?” I asked gently, my fingers continuing their movement to try and coax him into talk, something he had been more than reluctant to do over the past couple of days, touching yes, hugging, kissing, sex, that was all fine, but talking was becoming more and more of a chore.
“Nothing” he said quietly.
“Don’t lie Harry, I know something’s wrong, why won’t you just tell me?” I asked. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“It’s my mum… she’s” his sentence was broken by the obnoxious ring of the phone echoing through the house, pulling us both from the moment and making me jump slightly.
“She’s calling the bloody house again” Harry grumbled, amending the ending to his unfinished sentence as he removed himself, reluctantly, from between my legs and padded across the room before scooping up the phone.
He was quite for a moment as whoever was on the other end replied. I could already tell from the tension in his shoulders that the assumption that it was his mother was correct.
“Yes she’s here” he said, his eyes flickering to me momentarily before falling back towards the ground. He nodded once before thrusting the phone in my direction, leaving the room quickly as I answered.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Y/N, sweetheart it’s me” Anne chimed down the line, her voice, usually chipper, was lower and slower than usual, without the usual spark of energy it carried.
“Hi Anne, how are you?” I asked, shuffling in my seat to readjust the pillow behind my back.
“I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?” She said, disregarding my question.
“Of course, what’s wrong?”
“Has Harry been a bit off with you recently, like has be been acting any different around you or towards you?” She asked. Immediately my tension was sparked, it was true that Anne was now calling on a near daily basis, but her conversations, if they could even be called that, with Harry never lasted more than a few moments, and even when they did the talking was mostly conducted from Anne’s end of the line.
“Yeah, I guess he has, he hasn’t been talking to me as much as usual but he is also being quite clingy. Has something happened?” I replied.
“Has Harry told you anything, even mentioned what is bothering him?” She asked.
“No he hasn’t said a word, which is odd he usually tells me when something is wrong”. I had shifted so that I was now sitting up properly, with my feet placed firmly on the carpet and one of my elbows resting against my leg, my head propped in my hand.
“I’m pregnant, Y/N”.
It took several seconds before the magnitude of what Anne had just told me registered. Anne was pregnant, as 47, with her third child, Harry’s new either brother or sister. My stunned silence must have lasted a beat too long as she spoke again.
“Y/N?” She asked.
“Yeah, no, I’m still here, sorry. I just… I mean wow, congratulations” I stuttered, unsure what the appropriate response should be, support Harry in his now obvious anger at the situation, or be there for Anne in what should be a very exciting time for her.
“I know it’s a bit of a shock, Robin and I just got talking about how people are having babies later and later now, and one thing led to another and here we are” she chirped, a hit of her old enthusiasm back in her voice.
“How far along are you?” I asked.
“About 8 weeks” she said.
“Wow, this is big news Anne. How’s Gemma taken it?” I asked.
“She was a little surprised which is no less than I expected, but then she was happy. She’s taken it better than Harry at least” she sighed. I hummed in agreement, Harry really wasn’t taking it well at all.
“I was hoping you would speak to him for me” she said.
“I don’t know Anne, this seems like something that should be discussed by the two of you” I hesitated, shaking my head slightly before I realised that she couldn’t see me.
“Please Y/N, he won’t listen, you know what he’s like. I was just hoping that you might be able to explain to him that this isn’t such a bad thing, him being a big brother and all, I know he’ll love it, you’ve seen what he’s like with other children. Please just try, for me?”. It took a little more convincing before I finally agreed. The gratitude flowed from Anne in quick waves.
“Congrats again Anne, this really is good news and I’m very happy for you both. Give my best to Robin” I said before we hung up.
“I will sweetie, thank you again. Bye” she beamed before hanging up.
I sighed as I hung up the phone as well before placing it on the coffee table in front of my and running my hands down my face.
“So this is ‘really good news’ then is it?” Harry asked. I jumped to my feet and turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, arms folded tight across his chest and brows furrowed low. I wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there but he’d clearly heard enough.
“Well, isn’t it? Your mum’s pregnant Harry”
“I’m well aware she’s pregnant” he spat.
“Harry stop, this is good news, you’ll be a big brother” I coaxed but clearly to no avail as he continued to glower at me.
“I don’t want to be a big brother, I’m fine with the way things are” he grumbled. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and frowned at him.
“You’re jealous. You’re jealous cause you think that this is going to take some of the attention off you. That’s it isn’t it?” I challenged. I was a little surprised, it wasn’t a surprise to me that Harry was a jealous person, often I would catch him glaring across rooms at boys would had looked at me the ‘wrong way’, but to find him jealous of a baby that wasn’t even born yet, who was barely even a person in his mothers womb, I wanted to laugh out loud.
“That’s not it” he said, the underlying anger that he had been suppressing for the past couple of weeks beginning to drip into his voice. He began to turn away from me to head upstairs.
“Then what is it then?!” I asked, my patience wearing thin with his indignant attitude.
“I’M JEALOUS BECAUSE THEY HAVE A BABY AND WE DON’T!” He yelled, spinning back to face me. “They have had three babies and we haven’t had one Y/N, I want one!” He cried.
I opened and closed my mouth like a goldfish. I wasn’t surprised to find that Harry wanted children, it was something that I had suspected many times before, but never did I think his desire for one was as powerful as this.
“Why have you never spoken to me about this before?” I asked gently. Harry’s guard was crumbling, his arms fell to his sides and his gaze softened.
“’Cause I knew you’d say no, you’ve just finished Uni and you want to find a job and start your career, a baby would ruin that” he said.
“You should have at least spoken to me about it” I said. He shook his head.
“I knew you wouldn’t want one” he sighed. The corner of my lips twitched as I watched the defeated boy in front of me. I shook my head and walked towards him, taking both his hands in mine.
“You’re wrong” I said softly, my lips pulling up in to a smile as Harry gazed at me with a mixture of wonder and slight hesitation for fear this could all be too good to be true.
“Would you like to make a baby with me Harry Styles?”
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WOW WHAT IS THIS TRASH. I’M SORRY I’M TIRED AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING.
The wind was rough today, whipping through your hair and messing up your neat style, “Leo!” You shouted harshly, chasing after the snickering Latino who had made fun of your lack of ability just minutes ago at the amphitheater.
You were sitting on one of the benches around the unlit bonfire since it was mid-day, humming a tune to yourself as you doodled some random drawings on your notepad, artist or not, you drew to pass the time on free days. At one point your humming turned to whistling, which would be great if you knew how to.
You huffed and ceased your drawing to concentrate on making the high-pitched noise, you never understood why you couldn’t get the hang of it, most kids were able to do by the age of 7 or 8 but here you were in your teens, the most progress you’ve made towards whistling was simply blowing air through puckered lips.
A snicker coming from your left caught your attention immediately, a familiar mop of black, curly hair bobbing into view with a mischevious glint in his chocolate brown eyes and a smirk to match. Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus, otherwise known as repair boy.
“Can’t whistle, huh? Aren’t you supposed to learn that when you’re young?” He teased with a cocky tone, puckering his lips and whistling just to spite you.
“Shut up, Valdez.” You growled as a warning, you’ve had enough of his constant and unnecessary teasing from this past week and were not about to endure it anymore.
He whistled loudly while staring you dead in the eyes, “Or what?”
And now here you were chasing after the boy with the intent to seriously mess up his face, or at least give him a fat lip so he could no longer whistle.
You were just in reach of Leo’s dangling suspenders that had slipped off when strong arms gripped you around the waist and prevented you from further chasing repair boy, “Woah, Woah, Woah, what in Zeus’ name are you doing right now?” Questioned a chuckling voice, a familiar one at that.
You blow a piece of hair out of your face and look over your shoulder at your captor, Jason Grace, aka your boyfriend of 4 months.
He looked down at you with smiling eyes and a warm grin, “Well? I’m waiting.” He joked while turning you loose from his hold but still keeping your arm on lock down.
You sigh and look after the son of Hephaestus who stood by his cabin with a smug expression resting on his elfish features, blowing a kiss towards you tauntingly.
You let out a low growl but turn your attention back to Jason who was still waiting for your reply. Sighing and dropping your gaze you mumble quietly, “I can’t whistle….”
Jason furrows his brow and leans closer to you, he hadn’t heard you clearly and questioned further, “What was that?”
“I SAID I CAN’T WHISTLE, JASON.” You shouted loudly, causing him to draw back in fear of your sudden loudness, “Leo’s making fun of me because I can’t whistle.”
‘He’s going to make fun of me too.’ You thought bitterly, jerking your arm free and marching away from the still laughing Latino and a confused Jason. You were hurt that Jason and Leo could make fun of your inability, even if Jason hadn’t said a word yet, you were pretty sure he would.
Jason entrapped your arm once more, tilting his head sideways, a small smile present on his face as he asked something that shocked you,
“Want me to teach you?”
Leo’s smile dropped once he saw Jason wrap an arm around your shoulder’s and bring you to his cabin. He was hoping that maybe you would chase after him out to the bunker where he’d let you catch him and then well…. he’d kiss you and confess his feelings.
But no. You didn’t get that far, all thanks to Jason Grace, who also has taken a liking to you without knowledge of the repair boy’s feelings.
He sighed and slumped down onto the steps of his cabin, his elbow coming up to his knee and his head resting in the palm of his hand.
“This always happens to me, everyone finds some hero and forgets about me.” He muttered distastefully as he glared at the laughing pair walk inside cabin one together, “Betcha they’re going in there to suck faces off or something.”
Leo stayed there for a good hour and a half just drawing in the dirt, tinkering with miscellaneous objects from his toolbelt, and watching. He keeps his chocolate brown eyes locked on that pearly white cabin, just waiting for that door to open up and for Y/n to come out.
If it wasn’t too late, Leo was determined to tell Y/n how he feels and hopefully, his feelings will be returned.
You walk out of Jason’s cabin with a huge grin, you felt the need to show off your new melodic ability to the world. Whistling the tune to one of your favorite songs caused a few odd looks to be cast your way along with some thumbs up from some Apollo kids.
You stumbled over a rock and tripped into a body, an 'oof’ emitting from the person, “I’m so sorry!” You said immediately apologizing and moving away with your head down, not bothering to even look up at who you fell into.
A hot hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back to the strange person, “Can people stop grabbing my arm?” You groan while pulling your arm free, a small chuckle coming from the person, “Sorry about that, just needed to get your attention.”
You look up to see a mischievous grin and twinkling brown eyes locked on your own, “Leo? What do you mean?” You questioned confusedly.
Leo sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, “Please don’t hate me.”
Now you were seriously confused slash worried about this son of Hephaestus, just and hour or so ago he was teasing you about your inability and you haven’t spoken to him since so… that must be what he’s talking about. Right?
“Huh? Is this about earlier? I mean I was going to kick your ass but Jason stoppe- ”
Soft lips pressed against your own shut you up instantly, your mind going blank with surprise and a muffled cry of shock emitting from your mouth.
After 15 short seconds of kissing, your realization of what was going on came back to you and you shoved him away, holding a hand over your lips in shock of what just happened,
“L-Leo!” You stuttered, “What did you just do?”
Leo looked down bashfully at his worn converse shoes and muttered his answer softly, “I kissed you, I like you a lot, Y/n.”
Your heart stopped, chills running down your spine as if you’d just been hit with freezing cold water. You feared the worst for yours and Leo’s friendship, for you didn’t see him in that light, you just couldn’t.
He sighed and smiled at you sadly, “It’s okay, I didn’t think you’d like me back anyways, I just…” He trailed off slowly, “Needed it to get it off my chest.”
You open your mouth to speak but could not find the words, and so, he walked off like a kicked puppy towards the woods, presumably to bunker 9.
You begin to walk after him, wanting to fix the breaking friendship, but yet again Jason had appeared and stopped you unknowingly.
“Hey babe,” the blue-eyed boy spoke, leaning down to plant a kiss on your cheek, bringing you back to earth, “You look like someone doused you in cold water.” He laughed.
You nod, still staring after your retreating friend, “That’s what I feel like right now.” You sigh and lean your head against Jason’s firm shoulder, “Jason… do you think we should have told Leo about us?”
Jason paused, wrapping an arm around your waist while staring off into space. He wasn’t sure why this was brought up but figured you were just worried about lying to a close friend, “I mean… if that’s what you want, I guess we can.”
You brought your hands up to your face and sighed deeply, “It’s about time for everyone to know Jase.”
Jason nodded in agreement and kissed the top of your head while reaching down with his free hand to move your hands away from your face, “Okay, let’s do it.”
Frank knocked on the door of the open bunker before waltzing in and looking around while calling out for Leo, “Hey, Leo, you in here? Jason said he needs to say something to all of us.”
Leo rolled out from underneath Festus’s body on a mechanic’s creeper, motor oil and grease streaked across his cheek and eyebrow, “Can’t you just tell me about it later? I’m kind of busy here.”
“No, now come one.” Frank scolded.
“I’m not going.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
Frank huffed, shaking his head in annoyance, “Leo Valdez, you’re coming even if I have to drag you there by your pointy elf ears!” He marched over and pulled Leo up by his suspenders, the boy yelping and whining as he was dragged out the door.
“For a baby Chinese Canadian man, you’re pretty strong…” Leo grumbles, pushing Frank off and trudging alongside him instead.
It was quiet for most of the way back to cabin 1 until Frank spoke up, breaking the awkward silence, “Are you okay? You don’t seem like yourself right now…”
Leo’s head turned instantly at the sound of his question, “Yeah I’m okay but,” He paused, pursing his lips in a nervous manner, “Will… Y/n be there?”
Frank nodded and smiled, “Yeah, I know you like her being around, I see the way you look at her. So when are you going to confess?”
Leo stayed quiet.
“I mean, I have a feeling she likes you too,” Frank reassured with a kind smile, nudging Leo with his elbow.
You paced back and forth, biting your nails nervously and thinking of how everyone could react to your relationship. How would Piper react to this? She was Jason’s ex after all, sure things ended on a good note but… there still had to be old feelings… right? You groan and sit on Jason’s sleeping bag with legs criss crossed, “Ugh I really wished we hadn’t kept this a secret…”
Jason looked across the room at you. He’d been watching you drive yourself crazy with worry for too long. He shuffled over to you and sat in front of you, his head resting on his hand as he stared at you with worried eyes… those big blue eyes…
“Y/n, it’ll be fine, I promise. Everyone is going to be happy for us.” He reassured, “We’re all friends first before anything, and friends are supposed to be happy for each other, right?”
You slowly nodded and leaned back onto the comfy sleeping bag just as the door creaked open to reveal all of your friends.
“Hey, Jase and Y/n,” Percy greeted with a wave and a small lopsided smile, “Nico said you wanted to talk about something…?”
Jason nodded with a grin, grabbing your hand with his own and pulling you off the floor, “Well,” He spoke, looking over at you with loving eyes,
“Y/n and I have been dating,” He confessed, eye darting over his friends, lingering on his ex-girlfriend longer than the others to gauge her reaction, “…For the past 4 months.”
Leo coughed suddenly which caused everyone to pause and glance over, including you.
“I’m so… happy for you guys. Just don’t do any of that gross coupley stuff around me like these two do.” He joked with sad eyes, jabbing his thumb in the direction of Nico and Will who were currently holding hands.
You hated seeing him so upset; you definitely should have told him sooner. You blamed yourself for his sadness, if you hadn’t kept your infatuation with Jason such a huge secret then maybe you could have stopped his feelings before they got too serious.
You return the same sad smile and opened your mouth to say something, anything, to at least show some kind of sympathy for his position at the moment. You’ve been in this position before with someone you loved, the person never noticing you and never acknowledging your feelings for them, but you got over it eventually and you hope Leo could do the same.
Leo laughed as the others started congratulating you, “Well I need to finish up some… repairs, so see you guys later!” He rushed out before backing out the door to go back to the bunker to be alone.
The only thing he needed to repair that day was his heart.
Pairing : Joshua x Reader Word Count : 3,534 A/N : this turned out to be an angsty / fluffy mess. and honestly, i accidentally deleted the first draft so i apologize Greatly if this isn’t up to par (i was angry @ myself n that may have effected how this turned out, it’ll get better i swear TT) also , spelling mistakes ? they’re probably there n i apologize
*** everything in italics is a flash back ***
The evening was dwindling down to nothing as the sun set over the trees in the horizon, and the decreasing temperature with every passing second stung your cheeks leaving them stained.
05.10.02.04 you read the face of your watch once more, one that had adorned your wrist since your tenth birthday, the nail of your thumb gently digging into the scratch that you had inflicted upon it accidentally when you were thirteen.
Five years, ten months, two weeks and four days.
A constant countdown that dauntingly reminded you each day that in nearly six years you will meet your soulmate.
•pairing: kim taehyung x oc • genre/warnings: angst, drama, adultery • words: 4,363 →
summary: what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s
already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render
him powerless? In the end is it all her
fault or his…? • note.
inspired by Dean’s album 130 mood:trbl
Anon: Could you do a fix where Lance is homesick and people notice and feel bad?
A/N: This very much hurt my heart and I loved it.
The Garrison was lit with an odd orange light that cast shadows down the hallways. Lance was the only one there, walking the halls, searching for a room. He’d attended this class a million times - why did he forget where it was now?
Do you have a list of all crossroad stations podcasts?
So, unfortunately, our website is taking a tiny bit of time to set up. Darn our lack of time. But here’s the best list we can provide you.
Jim Robbie and the Wanderers - A bizarre romp through a post-apocalyptic America, featuring an odd cast of musicians that tend to act more like the scooby gang than actual functioning adults and a robot.|
OAKPODCAST - This podcast is intended for OAK; all others please disregard. I’m stranded in America with no money or papers, situation unknown. Please advise & send evac. THESE TRANSMISSIONS CONTAIN NO CLASSIFIED INFORMATION.
We have a couple of shows currently in production that should be out soon enough:
Otherverse - A radio broadcaster from another universe attempts to explain to the earth why they should surrender and acquiesce to the other universe’s invaders.
Misadventure by Death- Neil Hastbury-Rue is the new groundskeeper at the Harrison Shaw Manor in the mountains of Virginia. The Manor is most definitely creepy and haunted. Neil is most definitely armed only with a flashlight and tape recorder.
Hypotheticals - A talk show held by cast members Iri Alexander and Zoe Von Embler, recorded when they are stuck in Iri’s car and have nothing else to do. Lots of weird topics, and silly notions. Unedited besides taking the car noises down a bit.
Shows that we are currently working on that have more polishing that they need:
Bleeding Hearts - Imogene and Olive move to an old manor in South Carolina, so that Olive can start her new job at the Supernatural Social Services Program. It’s a cute sitcom with a wlw couple and a couple of weird supernatural characters.
CPCA - A miniseries centered around a nature reserve for cryptids, Park Ranger Ezra Spartan deals with his staff, managing the public that visit the park for all the jackalopes, hugags, Fresno Nightcrawlers and other strange critters, and a group of federal cryptobotanists coming in and demanding space for their research.
Mirror- A spooky Southern podcast about living ghosts, interdimensional apocalypses, and the battalion of blind women who are thwarting both.
SPACEBROS??? - As of yet unnamed space nonsense.
As shows come out we’re going to be releasing information on them, and hopefully the site will be up soon. You can also keep an eye on the bar on the side of the tumblr for links to the tumblrs for the shows.
“You may be oblivious but I’m determined.” or “Do you even realize what you do to me?” or both? x3c
These two prompts wound up in wildly different sections of Quinn and Mara’s timeline. “You may be oblivious but I’m determined” is here, and is a slice of their lives after their daughter is born. This prompt is before they declared their feelings to each other, roughly Tatooine-ish in terms of the Warrior timeline.
Mara’s lightsaber hissed and wove like something alive, its magenta light casting odd shadows as the Pureblood woman fought four assailants. Quinn stood at her back, blaster in one hand and vibroknife in the other. Most of the enemies rushing them from his direction dropped to precision blaster fire, but a handful had made it close enough to wet his blade before they, too, joined the ranks of those dead with a blaster bolt between the eyes.
A glint of light caught Quinn’s eye and he glanced upward to see a woman with a blaster rifle trained on his lord’s back. The sniper was already leaning over her weapon, sighting down the barrel. Quinn ran the variables in his head as he raised his blaster, quickly arriving at the conclusion that firing alone would be insufficient. Best case scenario, his blaster bolt would strike home a second after hers had struck Mara in the back.
The sniper’s rifle barked shortly. Quinn dropped his knife and threw himself between Mara and the incoming shot, his pistol answering the rifle blast with a higher-pitched bark of its own. Fire lanced through his shoulder, dragging a cry from him despite his best efforts to remain silent. Before he hit the ground, the sniper jerked when his shot caught her in the chest and slumped over her weapon.
He grunted when he hit the ground, a fresh wave of heat radiating from his wound. He rolled onto his knees, blaster tracking, and took down two more would-be attackers. A third closed on Mara, bringing a vibroblade to bear, and died with her lightsaber through his chest.
He was the last, Quinn realized, sinking into a sitting position and forcing himself to breathe through the pain rolling through his shoulder.