I like writing smut but the ick I get using the words required to write smut is intense.

felt like writing, inbox wasn't calling to me, but here's some Modern AU Tydii. Might do more AU's, there's always kinda fun, anyway...

Also, in this, imagine Saedii wearing the denim fit Taylor Swift wore to the Chiefs game back at the start of September (linked here in case y'all didn't see the fit that lives rent free in my brain lmao)

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In Tyler’s defence, he was drunk. He was normally a more reserved person and not one to do things like get shit-faced, but Scarlett had been giving him shots and Saedii was in a corset top that made him think thoughts that left his brain wandering away from where he should have been focussed on not letting his sister ply him with shots.

Alas, now he was stuck in a cell with Saedii (in her denim shorts and the aforementioned corset top from his personal heaven - and hell) and the drinks are wearing off enough that he knows he punched someone at the bar but his inhibitions are still low enough that he is not focussed on that at all, too busy thinking about how devastatingly beautiful Saedii looks when she’s pissed off. He likes women with edges, so sue him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, making her tilt her head down from where she was glaring at the ceiling to look at him. He tries not to wince at the slight split in her lip, a touch guilty for not stepping in before the jackass at the bar had a chance to throw a punch.

“Peachy,” Saedii answers dryly, deeply unimpressed with the fact she was stuck in this cell. Possibly even more unimpressed that they were stuck together.

“How’s your face feel?” She shoots him a deadpan look, but then smirks.

“Better than the other guy,” he smirks back at that, not feeling the slightest bit guilty for said other guy. Saedii considers him for a second, purple eyes intense. “Thanks for that by the way. I didn’t need you to step in, but thank you nonetheless,” she says, and he nods.

“Anytime,” he assures her, before the pair fall back into silence. All being in a police holding cell at 2am aside, it was nice. Saedii has closed her eyes leant her head back against the wall and he takes a moment to take her in, before letting the remnants of drunk Tyler take over and cross the cell to sit next to her. She opens her eyes and and looks at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to explain why he’s now in her space. “Go on a date with me?” 

Saedii blinks at the question, and he mentally pats himself on the back for being able to surprise her.

“And why would I do that?” She asks in kind and he shrugs.

“Because I like you and you can’t tell me you’re not interested, I saw how you looked at me tonight,” he says and she rolls her eyes, but her ears are beginning to redden.

“I was drunk.”

“In vino veritas,” he says, grinning when she tries to elbow him. “I’m a big boy, I can handle a no. But I really do like you, Saedii and I would like to date you if you’d be down,” he states, leaving it at that and going to sit back against the opposite wall. He can feel her watching him and winks at her before mimicking her earlier position and leaning his head on the wall with his eyes closed.

“Okay,” she says and he opens his eyes and meets hers.

“Is that a yes, then?” Saedii nods and he can’t help but grin.

“Next Friday, 7pm. Don’t plan something boring,” she says and he nods.

“I will think wider than the ‘dinner and a movie’ box, especially for you Saedii,” she seems pleased enough with this answer, but doesn’t get a chance to reply before a cop interrupts them with a knock of keys against the holding cells bar.

“That bloke doesn’t want to press charges, you two are free to go,” he says and Saedii hums derisively, standing and walking to the officer as he starts to unlock their cell. Tyler follows suit, not wanting to be stuck here much longer.

The night is brisk (see: absolutely freezing) when they emerge from the station and he catches a muttered curse from Saedii as the breeze hits the skin revealed by her outfit. He barely has a second to consider what he’s doing before he has taken his letterman jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders. Saedii looks like she wants to reject the gesture, but chooses instead to shove her arms through the sleeves and turn to him.

“I’ll give this back next time I see you,” she says, obviously uncomfortable with owing him something but he shakes his head with a smile.

“Nah, keep it if you want, it suits you,” he says. She considers his words before turning to go.

“Friday, don’t be late,” she states, before beginning to walk away.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he calls after her, watching her walking away and enjoying the sight of her with ‘Jones’ across her shoulders.

Okay but it's wild to me that Scarlett didn't know that mama Jones was Syldrathi until the squad was all connected together by their minds at the end of AE... Like Tyler, my sweet summer child???? There was multiple weeks between when Scarlett came back from the past and when the Ra'haam got to the Academy and you didn't think to drop that little nugget of information that your sister probably also would want to know?? Was he waiting for Saedii to surprise reveal it to Scar so they could share the experience???

Med Report - a Squad 312 2.0 drabble

Idk fam I just really wanted to write a fic with two of my faves of the 2.0 squad.

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Kal had been hunched over his desk when Shae's uniglass rings from across their shared office space. Their squads had been stationed together on the contested edge of Rikerite territory, trying to talk the three species sharing this sector of space into a truce. It had been another AL squad here until negotiations had turned sour two months ago. No-one could deny it was because Squad 986 was the laughing stock of the Legion, so Shae and Kal's squads had both been shipped in to stop an all-out war in the sector.

Kal had to admit, all tenuous border conflicts aside, he was enjoying being so close to his Be'shmai. They'd been Alpha's in the Legion for 5 years and a couple for 4, but these two months were the longest time they'd been able to cohabitate, and he loved being so close to her. Being able to go to sleep with her and wake up with her every day has been a dream. Realising she's wearing his name across her heart on days she gets out of bed earlier to address something and accidentally takes his blue-striped Legion jacket instead of her own had taught him how much he liked her claiming him so openly.

"Admiral, what can I do for you?" Her voice interrupts his musings and his interest piques at the fact his dad is the one who's calling her.

"Well I would have thought you two might have found a better way to tell me I was going to be a grandfather than some random bureaucratic reporting structure, but I guess congratulations are warranted either way," at that, Kal's vision tunnels and his head flicks up to look straight at Shae. She meets his eyes and instead of the expressions he expects (guilt, excitement, satisfaction at getting something past him), she just seems confused.

"Admiral Jones, what are you talking about?" Shae asks his father, brow furrowing. Kal stands from his seat and circles his desk so he's sitting opposite Shae at her desk, out of sight of his father on the uniglass but able to hear the conversation. Shae clocks the movement but seems unbothered by it.

"Well, your annual med report. One of the docs noticed the computer had signed you off as fit for work, but they wanted to check with me whether Legionnaire's should be withdrawn from high risk zones when pregnant," his dad says cheerily and Shae’s mouth drops open a little. “Shae?” Tyler questions when she’s unresponsive. She blinks once, twice, a third time.

“I hadn’t had a chance to read the report, I just checked I had been cleared,” Shae says quietly, beginning to twist the stylus in her hand. Kal doesn’t know what to say, his mind reeling. Realistically, he knew he wanted to have a big family with Shae, and she seemed to be on the same page, but he also knew how much her career meant to her. She glances at him again before looking at her uni. “No offence intended Admiral, but I’ll need to call you back. Thank you for telling us though,” and with that she ends the call. He almost laughs at her abruptness.

Shae slumps back in her seat, resting her elbows on the armrests and clasping her hands together against her lips. He watches her for a moment before rounding the desk and leaning against it so their knees pressed together.

“What do you think?” Shae asks after a moment of silence. He swallows, then shrugs.

“Feel like I shouldn’t let you walk into a room of gremps tomorrow to negotiate,” he says. She looks at him and lets out an amused snort.

“Sucks to suck, I’m the primary on this mission and gremps don’t negotiate with men,” she says, lips tilted in a small smile. After a moment her eyes drift from him to stare out the ship viewport. Her normally relaxed energy is wild in his senses and he frowns a little.

“What’s going through your head?” Her head turns to him again and she lets out a huff of laughter.

“That I want to go Aurora Station and punch the doc who put my implant in,” she says and he wants to laugh at the statement.

“Probably couldn’t get there and back by tomorrow morning, so maybe wait until after your meeting,” he suggests. They watch each other for a second before Shae tilts forward in her chair and starts laughing. Her forehead presses into his thighs and he slides his hands into her hair as her shoulders shake.

Eventually her laughter dies down but she stays hunched over, taking deep breaths.

“What are we gonna do?” Shae asks against his knees.

“I don’t think we need to know tonight,” he answers, and then pauses for a second before asking the question he knows he has to ask “do you want this?”

That prompts her to sit up and look at him. He scans her face but it’s jumbled with every emotion he can put a name to. “It’s okay if you don-“

“I do,” she cuts him off, before letting out another amused huff. “I wanted us to wait until our deployments were done but… I suppose children aren’t always convenient are they?” Kal shakes his head and Shae stands up, pressing towards him to make him we widens his legs so she can stand between them. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and leans against him, letting him drape his arms around her waist. He kisses her softly and she smiles against his lips.

“Besides, we’re the best,” he gestures to himself, “and second best,” taps her waist, “Alpha’s in the Aurora Legion, we can handle a baby,” she scoffs and shoves his shoulder.

“And yet when both our squads got called in, yours was the secondary,” she says with a saccharine smile. He rolls his eyes and uses his hands on her lower back to push her closer.

“Well we both know I like it when you’re bossy,” he says before kissing her, his hands scrunching in the back of her uniform shirt as she presses tighter to him with a pleased hum.

Just as her hand trails towards the buttons, the uniglass in his breast pocket buzzes.

“I think that’s-“

“Ignore it,” he whispers against her lips, which she is happy to do. Until it buzzes again. And again and again. Shae pulls away with a small laugh and pulls the uni out of his pocket and hands it to him. He taps the screen to see a flood of messages, all labelled O/G/J/DS Cuz GC. He opens the first notification and groans as the flurry happening amongst his cousins floods his screen. “So it seems my sister was spending the evening with my parents,” he notes. Shae tilts her head, a knowing smile on her face.

“Ah, and I assume your father didn’t know that?” Kal nods. “So would that be the group chat with all your cousins who have just found out because Lae is an incorrigible gossip?” Kal nods again and Shae hums.

“They’re arguing over who’s going to be the favourite aunt,” Shae frowns.

“Wouldn’t they all be second cousins except for Lae?” Kal hums and puts his uni down on Shae’s desk.

“I’m less worried about that and more interested in continuing what we started, wouldn’t you agree?” He asks, turning them and lifting Shae onto her desk.

“As out of character as it is, I have to agree,” Kal laughs into her mouth as he kisses her soundly and she continues to work on his shirt buttons.

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Anyway… ✌🏻✌🏻

Okay I'm back in my feels about tydii, so here have my list of headcannons that will never die;

Anyway, add more if you want

Once again in the pinball chamber of my mind so have part 2 of this kinda

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~Tyler~

Tyler's uniglass buzzes on his bedside table, forcing his drooping eyes to open. He scrunches one closed again and reaches an arm over to the table and clumsily picks the uniglass up, careful not to jostle Saedii where she is asleep on half of his chest.

Unsurprisingly, the cause of his buzzing uniglass is his sister and her indestructible love for spam texting. He reads through the pair she had sent and scrunches his eyebrows in confusion at the messages.

Scarlett Jones: did you know that dad speaks Syldrathi?

Followed by

Scarlett Jones: ask me how I know that, Ty

He one-handedly types out his response.

Tyler Jones: I'm pretty sure he doesn't speak any Syldrathi, he watches as a typing bubble appears on his screen.

Scarlett Jones: yeah?

Scarlett Jones: I'm pretty sure he and I share a wall and I now know way too much about mum and dad's sex life. Tyler reads the message once and then twice and then holds back the urge to gag as Scarlett's messages keep rolling in.

Scarlett Jones: maybe not having a mum was better

Scarlett Jones: dad would still be sad but at least I wouldn't be ready to jam the closest sharp object into my ears

Tyler Jones: please stop, I don't want to ever think of this... ever

Scarlett Jones: too bad bee-bro,

Scarlett Jones: if I have to hear it, you have to hear about me hearing it

Scarlett Jones: twin code

Tyler Jones: why is twin code only a thing when you want to torment me?

Tyler Jones: do they not realise you can hear them?

Scarlett Jones: I think they're used to being empty-nesters and forgot I was here

Tyler Jones: gross

Scarlett Jones: yup

Scarlett goes quiet after that for a bit and he thinks they're both done being tormented. And then his uniglass vibrates again.

Scarlett Jones: oh Maker, how are they going again?

Scarlett Jones: Ty save me she pleads, and he decides very quickly that he loves his sister, but not that much. She's on her own.

He puts his uniglass down, ignoring it when it vibrates again in favour of closing his eyes and burying his face in Saedii's hair.

He sends a prayer for his sisters sanity and then tries to fall asleep.

~Scarlett~

Two weeks later, which is about the amount of time it takes for her to think she can look either of her parents in the eye again, she takes a trip back down to see them.

Did she think Tyler would drop the bomb that he and Saedii were having a baby right before she left for Terra? No. But did it present an opportunity for her? Maybe.

It did bring her some smug joy that Tyler had told her first.

It's just after sunrise when she get back to her childhood home and she is immediately hungry when she pushes the front door open and smells a medley of breakfast foods. She rounds the corner to find Corae moving about the kitchen, preparing breakfast while humming along to the music playing from the speaker on the island.

"Morning, evaariin," Corae says and Scarlett smiles at her mother's Syldrathi term of endearment for her - sunshine.

"Hi mum," she says, taking the plate she's offered, sitting on one of the bar stools and watching her mother putter around. Sometimes Scarlett has these moments alone with her mother and loses herself in thoughts of how nice it would have been to have had Corae around during her childhood.

She could imagine exactly what it would have been like. Corae would have braided her hair every morning before school and taught her how to use her waywalker-y skills on mean girls at school and built a pillow fort in which to eat ice cream and complain about boys after her first breakup.

"What's wrong, evaariin?" Corae asks and Scarlett blinks back to see her mother watching her with a tilted head, sharp purple eyes assessing her and dimple popping with her twisted smile. Scarlett shrugs and lets go off her imagination. Her mother is here now and that's what matters.

"Nothing, work just has me busy," she brushes the question off. She knows Corae knows better but appreciates that she is smart enough to let it go.

"Yeah? What has the legion got you doing now?" Corae humours her and Scarlett starts to rant about the dumb Chellarian ambassador who doesn't know his ass from his elbow, making Corae laugh as she exaggeratedly describes the buffoons she has to work with.

Eventually, her dad joins them, coming downstairs and kissing Scarlett's forehead and Corae's cheek as he passes into the kitchen. He's in a finely-pressed suit with a flag of Terra pin on the lapel and Scarlett raises an eyebrow at the get up.

"Your father is going to a ribbon cutting ceremony," Corae says in a voice laced with posh fondness, waving her fork vaguely. "The life of a very important Senator," she says and Scarlett laughs a little at that. Jericho just fondly rolls his eyes.

"Very important senator you married," he mocks back and Corae shrugs.

"What can I say? You fill a suit out very nicely," she says, eyeing Jericho up and down.

"Before you two start eye-fucking, I'd like to remind you that I'm sitting right here trying to eat," Scarlett says dryly, making both parents turn to her with raised eyebrows.

"We do not eye-fuck, as you so very crassly phrased it, Scar," her father says and Corae nods.

"Yeah, we're way more diplomatic. Eyes are obvious, it's all about the body language," she says and Scar sighs.

"Gross."

"Hm, well before your dad goes out, do you want to tell us whatever secret your obviously keeping about your brother?" Corae asks casually and Scarlett's head snaps to her.

"How-" Corae taps her Waywalker sigil and smirks. "Nope, you can't have possibly figured out that from just being a Waywalker, come on, what gave me away?"

"I would also like to know, if it matters," Jericho says and Corae shrugs.

"One side of your mouth is tilted higher than the other like a smirk but you're not being any more scarcastic than usual, so you're smug about something and when it comes to us, you're only smug when you know something we don't. You're not broaching any new topics we might start inferring from, so it's a secret not a surprise. And you keep raising one eyebrow when you talk, the one that your brother has the scar through. Ergo, you know a secret we don't know and it's about your brother," Corae explains and Scarlett blinks. She's never really met someone who could read people like her and it was aways slightly disturbing.

"How do you know it's Ty specifically? It could be the whole Squad," she tries to divert and Corae shakes her head.

"When it's the squad you move your shoulders more, they're the people you want to hug. When it's your boyfriend, you sit differently," Scarlett blinks.

"I sit differently?" Corae nods. Jericho makes a surrending symbol with his hands and very quickly kisses his wife goodbye and leaves like fire is on his heels.

"You're hips tilt further forward depending on how pleased you are with him," Corae says and Scarlett groans, burying her blushing face in her hands.

"Mu-um!" she moans through her fingers and Corae chuckles.

"You asked, evaariin, and it's nothing to be embarrassed about, we all have our tells."

"You don't have any tells," Scarlett says and looks up to see Corae shrug.

"My birth family knew all of them so I trained myself out of them. My mother was a terribly exacting woman, it was torture having her be able to read me," Scarlett considered her mother for a beat.

"I've never heard you mention your family," Corae shrugs again, leaning against the opposite counter and folding her arms across her chest.

"Not much to tell. The only ones I liked are dead. Yet somehow the one who tried to stab me lives on," she laughs at Scarlett's incredulous look, "story for another time. Now, you promised to take me to the quote unquote 'best dress shop on Terra' so eat up so we can go out," Corae says, pointing her fork at Scarlett's half eaten plate.

Scarlett smiles and turns back to her plate, wondering to herself if this is what her friends felt like when she was around. Although she supposes there are worse people to be like than her mother - even if she's already planning on making Ty switch rooms with her before she stays over again.

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idk I just see Corae calling Scar 'sunshine' and Ty "moonlight' as terms of endearment