#moving things along

[lazywriter-artist]

Answer my calls

[doveysim]

life updates ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

[alex-lest-writes]

blood and fire

chapter: Unforgiven but never forgotten

Abby’s stubbornness stops her from seeking forgiveness despite how much she wants it. She's also feeling very frustrated with the situation she's in. Dina and Ellie surprise her in ways she didn’t imagine.

[aleyannadenton]

It All Comes Together

“What to perform? And what to wear? And then what to wear to the ball? Gods, so many decisions!” Aleyanna muttered to herself as she looked down at the desk. She had spent the better part of the past few hours debating these multiple questions. And she felt that she had gotten no closer to solving those problems.

“Mom? What’s troubling you?” Nikki inquired as she walked into the room. She had a knack of knowing when her adoptive mother was in a quandary. And the progeny knew that she was struggling in these endeavors.

“I’m just struggling with all these preparations I have to do. I need to get my hosted talent show all planned out, but that’s nothing compared to what I should go as for this upcoming ball. It’s hard picking a fairy tale theme, because that limits my options.”

The progeny thought for a few moments before shaking her head. “Well, I can’t help in that endeavor. But you should work to your talents and strengths for the talent show.”

“You’re right. I’ll just go as myself, and maybe do a musical piece or tell a story....hmmm, I have an idea now.”

“Oh?”

“Well, you’ll see in a few days time,” Aleyanna smirked as the progeny shrugged, nodded, and waddled off. With time to herself now, the operative turned to a book of tales and thumbed through it to find a story of true love from a couple of centuries ago. Sure, maybe not a true sense of a fairy tale, but this story of Tyrian heroes who loved each other even through the struggles and trials in their life resonated with her. And perhaps it could work its way into her guise, especially if she could get her fiance to be her quote unquote paragon.

[cinlat]

The Lost Medallion (SWtOR fic - Part 8)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven 

Word Count: 1439 Hunt Log: Side Notes and Journals Sighting: Rishi

Wanda always told me that I needed to find a man to settle down with. Every time, I scoffed at the words of an old woman who’d forgotten the freedom of star travel. Forgotten what it meant to be independent. Of a woman who spoke out of pain from the loss of her husband. Until Torian.

Don’t get me wrong, Torian never asked me to give up my lifestyle. Sure, he’s a little overbearing about learning how to fight properly, but it was kind of cute. Messing with his head while he’s trying to concentrate has become a favorite pastime of mine. As infuriating as I can be, he never tried to change me personally. Never once asked me to give up the Medallion. Just to be careful.

It only dawned on me later that Torian had asked me to move in with him in a roundabout way. He’s never had roots to lay down. I decided it was time that changed.

“Almost there.” Sadio tisked when Torian tried to move from beneath the visor of her hands. She was careful of the bruises marring his cheeks and throat, evidence of the Sith attack he wouldn’t talk about. Sadio knew better than to press a stubborn Mandalorian, so she opted to focus on what was within her power. “No peeking, or I’ll kick you with my boots.”

“One day, that threat won’t work anymore,” Torian protested, then cursed when he stumbled. “You’re going to run me into a tree.”

Sadio snickered and urged Torian forward by pressing her body into his back. “Don’t worry,” she whispered, adjusting her hands so that one covered his eyes while the other snaked around his waist. “I won’t let anything break that pretty face of yours.”

Torian snorted, but Sadio felt his lips curl beneath her palm. She guided him down the sandy path towards the shore, noting the way he sniffed at the air and adjusted his stance for the uneven terrain. “Where are you taking me?”

“Hush,” Sadio scolded. “I swear, I thought Mandalorians were supposed to be patient."

Torian fell silent after a light chuckle and stopped fighting. Sadio pressed her cheek against his shoulder as they walked until she stood in front of the door to a simple, thatch roofed hut. On the inside, everything was modern and clean, but outwardly, it had all the appearances of a quaint, seaside retreat.

“Okay, Blondie, have a look.” Sadio pulled her hand away and stepped around in front of Torian. “Ta da!”

Torian’s brows pulled together as he lifted a hand to blot out the sun. In the rays that sliced through the fat leaves of the canopy, he looked like a god. “What’s this?” Torian asked, taking a step closer, then paused to get permission from Sadio to enter. At her nod, the door swept soundlessly into the wall to reveal a blank interior waiting to be personalized.

Sadio followed Torian with arms spread wide as she circled the room. She was proud of her find. It was exactly what they had talked about, a little place for them on the shore roughly ten miles away from Raider’s Cove. However, when Sadio faced him, Torian didn’t look pleased.

Her heart sinking, Sadio leaned against the polished counter to steady herself against the strange fear consuming her. “Torian, say something?”

Blue eyes scanned their dwelling, taking in every angle. Sadio held her breath when he walked into the next room without a word. She waited with a white knuckle grip on the counter until Torian returned. His expression was hard to read, but the word lost jumped to the forefront of her mind.

“I thought—” Sadio's words ended with a gasp when Torian scooped her off the floor to plant her on the counter.

“It’s perfect,” Torian breathed against Sadio’s lips. His voice shook, barely louder than a whisper. “Didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.”

Though it pained Sadio to break such a gentle kiss, she pulled back to look into those lovely eyes. Now, she understood that vague expression as disbelief, not disapproval. He didn't expect for her to keep her word, and that simply wouldn't do.

“Of course I did.” Sadio pressed a finger over Torian's lips when he started to speak. “I’m many things, love, but rarely a liar.”

Torian’s next kiss was more passionate, and Sadio let him push her back onto the smooth surface. “What say we break the place in?” He suggested while nuzzling her neck. Sadio laughed, then gasped again.

Hours later, when the sun began to set, and duty called them back to the ship, Sadio waited outside while Torian secured the house. Their house. “Should get a bed,” he mused, flopping an arm around her shoulders. “Maybe some food for the cupboards.”

Sadio smirked, then made a show of rubbing her back. “Yeah, definitely a softer surface.” Torian pulled Sadio close to kiss her temple before settling onto the speeder bike. He waited for her to climb on behind him, eyes fixed on their home. “I could get used to this.”

Sadio’s chest tightened, but not in fear. She hoped that one day, when they were older and left the youthful days behind, maybe that would be a possibility. The more Sadio considered Torian’s offer of marriage and a family, the more it sounded like the only future she wanted. "Yeah, me too."

The trip back to Raider’s Cove was quiet. Sadio rested her cheek against Torian’s back and enjoyed the simplicity of being with him. Torian made few demands, apart from the annoying habit of making her train, and he accepted Sadio for who she was. In turn, Sadio wanted to be a woman worthy of his affection, a proper Mando wife. Since that was virtually impossible, she would do her best to make him happy.

Though Sadio hadn’t told Torian yet, she and Wanda planned for the older woman to perform a traditional adoption when they rendezvoused in a couple of days. Sadio would be an official member of Clan Lok, a Mandalorian by name. It was her proof to Torian that she was willing to bind her life with his.

The speeder came to a stop before Sadio’s ship, which she silently sent up a prayer of thanks to whoever might be listening that it was still there. She’d given the crew the night off and locked down her ship, but on a world like Rishi, there were never enough precautions.

Sadio and Torian ascended the ramp with arms entwined while he punched in the code to open the airlock. Sadio spun around in Torian’s arms, intending to break her silence about the adoption when giddiness threatened to overwhelm her. Sadio was so distracted by his possible reaction, that she didn’t notice the pungent smell of alcohol until Torian pulled her to a stop.

The Mandalorian's gaze fixed over Sadio’s shoulder, then looked around the empty hallway. “Where’s the ori'dush beskar'ad?” Sadio rolled her eyes. Torian had taken to calling Phil, Demon Droid, after being electrocuted by the feisty little defender.

Stepping around her, Torian kept Sadio at his back while he checked each room. His muscles tensed when he reached the center of the ship, and Sadio peeked around to see what had put her Mandalorian on edge.

It took several heartbeats for the scene to be fully realized in Sadio’s mind. Phil stood with pinchers angled towards she and Torian like they were the intruders. An awful sound drew Sadio’s attention past her miniature protector to the large lump of fur beneath the holotable.

“Torian,” Sadio began, enunciating each word carefully. “Is there a Wookiee wedged beneath my table?”

Torian squatted with one hand braced against the metal surface. Phil hummed menacingly, but the Mandalorian ignored him. After placing his free hand in front of Bowdaar’s mouth, Torian looked over his shoulder. “Maybe letting the crew lose on a pirate planet was a bad idea.”

Sadio joined her lover and caught a whiff of alcohol so strong it had probably been outlawed in the rest of the galaxy. “Let him sleep it off.” She spared a look at Phil, who wedged himself between Torian and Bowdaar. “He’s well protected.”

Torian shrugged and backed away, keeping Phil in his line of sight. “Wouldn’t want to be here when he wakes up.”

Chuckling, Sadio patted Torian’s shoulder. “At least we found a way to distract Phil.” She smiled down at the Wookiee. “Just need to figure out what kind of booze he drank.”

[greywindys]

Chapter 7

Title: The Answer

Pairing: 2Doc

Rating: M (it’s more in the pg-13 range now, but it will ultimately progress into M later in the story)

Chapter summary: New York

General summary: When a phone call informing him of his father’s death sends him on an unexpected and unwanted trip back to his childhood home, Murdoc finds himself confronted with more questions about his origins than he ever could have anticipated. Who knew a couple shoe boxes, left to gather dust in his father’s closet, could contain such heart-wrenching secrets. And why is 2D so invested?

Warnings: length lmao none

It’s been awhile and I’m sorry! If it’s any consolation, this chapter is a little longer than usual because it just would. not. end (no pressure but if compelled, I’d appreciate thoughts about the chapter lengths, particularly if they feel too long). As always thoughts/feedback are greatly appreciated and keeps me going <3. And please feel free to reach out with any questions or concerns as well.

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[booksrockmyface]

Got to figure out how to bring some drama into things.