#I wouldn’t be all that surprised if some of the tech we use was of alien origin

[technicallywrite]

I was having a hard time writing up something for work today (a piece about computational infrastructure for biomedical research) so I started a new doc and pretended I was writing a fanfic where Osgood was explaining the whole thing to Kate Stewart as part of a report.

BAM, unblocked.

Going to do that every time now. Too bad I can’t publish them as one-shots 😅

#writer life #unblocked #kate stewart #osgood #fanfic #two worlds collide #I guess UNIT has good reasons to be keeping tabs on the biotech industry #I wouldn’t be all that surprised if some of the tech we use was of alien origin #that would explain the garbage error messages

[sister-cna-reader]

DC x DP

“Do you know anyone willing to date a ghost-touched woman over 6ft tall?” 

Barbara Gordon blinked slowly at the lanky teenager who asked the question. His arms were full of astronomy books and he was leaning in close as if it was a serious question. 

“It depends? I’m a librarian, not a matchmaker.” she replied, holding her hands out for the books to scan. “Why are you asking? It’s an awfully specific criteria.” 

Daniel Nightingale was the name of the boy before her. Just registered in the library system a little under 3 months ago. 17 years old and with that black hair, sky blue eyes and scars on the hand partially covered by a fingerless glove- Wayne adoption bait. 

“My older sister is great and all.” he said, fidgeting with his sleeves, “But I think she needs to live a little you know? She’s so.. So….” he made a compressing motion with his hands, like packing a snowball. 

“Repressed?” Barbara suggested, scanning the book on the Hubble Telescope. 

With a snap of his fingers he grinned. “Exactly! Now if only I could find a guy for her that is ghost-touched…” he muttered under his breath.  

“What do you mean by ‘ghost- touched’?” 

“Oh you know,” he mimicked the paddles of a defibrillator, “Clear!” he chuckled. 

Did this lady have a heart attack? Heart problems? 

“I died but it didn’t stick, so someone who is like me would be good. Then we wouldn’t have to explain the whole thing.” 

“Oh, I see.” the redhead said, not understanding much at all. “Due date for the books is in one month. I’ll keep an eye out for your sister?” 

Danny nodded and gathered all the books into a beat up backpack. “You can’t miss her. Long red hair, super tall, looks like she’ll either have a nervous breakdown or murder someone if you bump into her.” 

Barbara could only nod in agreement to the boy as he seemed to float out of Gotham Public Library. 

~~

Jazz was ready to shove her little not-quite-dead brother into the Fenton Thermos. She was doing well at her counseling position at the University, but Danny had insisted that her newfound hours of free time should be used in romantic pursuits.

“If you had friends you hung out with I won’t pester you. But Jazz! You need to do something fun!” He had said from the kitchen counter, hair glowing and eyes like two green beacons. “Live a little! We’re already part dead! Let go!” 

So she trudged her way to the Public Library. If she had to get out of the house to shut her brother up, she’d at least be an introvert about it. 

Jazz put on her best pleasant face and made her way to the librarian’s desk to get registered. 

The woman behind the counter was like looking into a warped mirror. Glasses, hair just a shade brighter, and eyes the wrong color looked back at her in mirrored surprise. 

“Bad hair day?” the mirror image guessed, pointing at the slouchy hat and messy bun that contained the mass of copper hair that Jazz hadn’t cut in the last year. 

“Uh yeah. Little brother was pestering me about going out, so I’m here for a library card.” Jazz rambled, doing her best to not play with the strap of her purse. 

“I’m Barbara, and welcome to Gotham Public Library!” The woman smiled warmly. 

When Jazz handed over her ID for Barbara to input the required information in the database the lady smirked. “I met your brother a few days ago actually. Tall, scrawny, likes space?”

Jazz groaned. “I’m so sorry about him.” 

The librarian’s glasses were white from the monitor. “Oh don’t worry about it, I know how younger siblings are. They mean well, they’re just annoying about it.” 

Card squared away, Jazz went in search of a quiet corner to read a trashy romance novel in. 

~~ 

Jason took his rare day off to visit the Library. He was also going to drop off a coffee for Barbara, and maybe sweet talk some info out of her. 

He needed some blackmail to lord over some birds. 

“Jason! How good to see you in the daylight! Oh! Coffee! Gimmie,” his favorite tech person greeted. 

Coffee offering made, Jason and Barbara traded information. 

“You should take a load off.” She suggested, waving him away towards the adult fiction shelves as some patrons came to check out. “See you at dinner Sunday!” 

The building was warm today, rare sunlight coming through the skylights and windows, making his leather jacket too hot to wear indoors. And there was nothing else pressing on his schedule today, so why not read a bit? 

Austen novel in hand, Jason made his way to his favorite reading nook. Instead of the two empty armchairs he’d push together into a lounge, there was a woman already there, firmly in the ray of sun that made her red hair look like fire. 

Her long legs were stretched out, boots cluncking together in a slow rhythm as she read. 

“Oh,”  

Bright green eyes startled and looked at him dead in the eyes. He blinked, and they were no longer green but a calming ocean blue.  

“Sorry,” she said, folding her legs back to let him pass. 

“Nah, it’s okay, I kind of want to soak in some sun too. Mind sharing?” Jason offered, fully prepared to leave the tall amazon alone.  But deep down he felt something warm and grow fuzzy. 

“Sure,” she scooted her chair over and pulled the other closer so they both shared the spot of sun. “I’m Jazz.” 

He sat down next to her and the scent of her shampoo reminded him of the herby bread that Alfred made with soup. She stretched out again and he realized that her legs were much longer then his. 

“I’m Jason.”

Inside the pit barely rippled. 

Her phone beeped and she opened the beat-up thing to scoff. “Danny for Ancient’s sake,” she typed something out only for another beep to immediately reply.  

Jason frowned. “Danny your boyfriend?” 

Blue eyes met him in an exasperated roll. “No. He's just a little brother who can’t mind his own business. Now he wants a selfie to prove ‘I’m not alone being a cave troll.’ Just a sec.” 

She started to angle away to send a picture of her flipping off the phone, but Jason pulled her closer and let his arm be visible around her shoulders in the selfie. He hadn’t thought, just acted. 

There was a surprising amount of muscle under that sweater.

The pit purred in pleasure and Jason wanted to melt into the floor. 

Jazz giggled, her smile showing teeth that were just a little too sharp. “Oh he’ll be happy with this I think. Only thing that would be better is if you had a big black motorcycle. That’d send him through the roof.” 

His breath hitched. The sun must’ve been too hot, and he felt himself grow warm under that bright smile. 

“Would a black and red motorcycle do?”  Was this flirting? Was he flirting? Was it working? He hoped it was working.

Those eyes lit up again and she tossed the book onto the chair, towering over him. “That’s perfect. He hates the idea of me on a motorcycle with a biker boyfriend.” 

Jason stood up and tossed his jacket to Jazz with a feral smile. “Let’s get you some pictures riding a motorcycle my lady.” 

The pit crowed in happiness, a rare thing when not caused by blood or murder. He made sure to get a few pictures of her on his bike with his own phone before remembering it should really be on Jazz’s phone, to send to Jazz’s brother. 

Not wanting the fun time to end, he put his helmet in her hands. “I know a good burger joint. Want to stay out late? See some sights?”

He was so focused on the redhead woman in his leather jacket straddling his bike, he forgot about the other redhead with access to the security cameras.

#dp x dc prompt #anger manegment #jason todd #jasmine fenton #Jason/Jazz #danny phantom #Liminal Jazz #if I write more it'll go up on Ao3

[voxisdaddy]

Hello~! I hope you are having a wonderful day and I would like to humbly request a part 2 of the Velvette x reader break up seeing how reader is holding up.

Are they watching Hella Novelas as well? Do they regret the whole thing? I love Velvette and really want to see how this would be affecting both sides

-🎨 anon

Ice Cream

Pt 2

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Velvette x Reader

C/TW: cussing

Type: Headcanons + Drabble

In which we see from readers perspective on how they’re dealing with the break up.

Pt.1

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Opening up sinstagram, you scrolled past numerous posts on the discovery page. It seemed every other post was about your relationship with Velvette—hells most prominent fashionista and social media influencer. You huffed upon seeing another video of speculation on the status of your relationship.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You had deactivated your account long ago, a few hours after getting rid of all the remembrances of your previous relationship with the overlord. The memories were too much, and people speculating all the time was getting unbearable. You knew deactivation of your whole account might’ve been a bit too far, it most certainly had people talking, but you’ve seen this shit happen before;

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ High profile couple break up, people speculate, lots of talk and gossip, even months and years after it’s ended people will still talk, they’ll compare their new partners to their old partners, insist it’s a “right person, wrong time” type bullshit and just ugghhhh

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ “Do people have nothing better to do with their lives?” You’d ask yourself, liking a random post using your new account—a new and more anonymous account. You had made sure to keep it as less “HEY IM Y/N” as possible as to avoid any suspicions. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem to any other normal person. Though of course, your previous partner was no normal person and her associates were no normal folk either.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ it made you slightly paranoid at the thought that Vox could be aware of your new account—which was set to private—but considering he’s basically the king of tech, it wouldn’t surprise you that much if he had his ways. But it brought you some peace of mind that he probably doesn’t give a shit so he’d just leave you alone. Unless Velvette made him: then that’s an actual issue.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You frowned when thinking of Velvette—getting slightly upset with yourself for thinking about her.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It was hard not too though. You don’t just forget about someone who meant so much to you for so long, so quickly. Sometimes you wondered if you made the right choice. Did you regret it? Hmm…some days you did.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Some days you’d wake up and turn to the side to see a face you grew familiar to seeing every morning—she wouldn’t be there. Oh yeah. Of course she wouldn’t.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Some nights you slept just fine, not missing a familiar presence next to you or wishing she was there at all.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It was very strange. It’s still strange. It didn’t help that considering she’s fucking Velvette—she’s everywhere. Every app you open; oh Velvette or the Vee’s are top of trending? Shocker! Leave your place for a little while to do some shopping? Oh look on the billboards—it’s fucking Velvette. Dating a celebrity as big of a deal as Velvette you were aware would have some draw backs but at the time you never considered what the end of the relationship would be like. Cuz I mean like, who would think about the ending of a relationship with someone you really liked to even get into said relationship with anyways?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Somedays you opened your closet and yours eyes would drift to the clothing that Velvette had gifted you. Designed, hand made, complete with a spritz of her signature perfume to mark her scent on it—her own way of claiming you. You quirked an eyebrow at the clothing. It’s been… several weeks. Months maybe? Who knows but…

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ “Can’t keep hanging onto this forever…” You mumbled, thumb circling on a corner of a shirt she made you. It be nearly impossible to move on if you kept onto these sorts of things. I mean, you suppose by now she’d probably move on…right? Velvette doesn’t get attached to most things so…she has to be over it now. Right?

The walk to the nearest thrift store was anything but simple.

Meaning you had to take the long and more dangerous way around, through random alleyways and parkouring your way about. Their was VoxTek cameras everywhere in Pentagram city so you tried to avoid those as much as possible since dumping Velvette. Out of… slight fear, if you’re being honest.

No one disrespects and humiliates the Vee’s, evident from the Vox and Alastor fiasco, so you were slightly paranoid what Velvette or her fellow Vee’s would do to you since you are the one who ended things. You’re the one who deleted evidence of your relationship with the overlord on your very public account—which you then deactivated which of course only got people talking even more. Fucking great!

“I’m a real genius getting everyone’s attention on us Vel, whoopy.” You muttered quietly to yourself, dodging a stray bullet in the process.

The thrift store was in sight now, and in a quick jogging distance. You stopped from your corner, looking around for any VoxTek camera. Surely Vox isn’t always watching, right? He’s the ceo of his stupid empire for fucks sake, he should be way too busy to be sitting around looking at a bunch of random ass citizens in Pride. You spotted several cameras, making you tense.

“Just act natural. Don’t fuck up.” You whispered to yourself, completely missing the quirked eyebrows of a couple of sinners next to you that you apparently didn’t notice.

Pacing your steps correctly, you tried to make it seem like you weren’t just obviously trynna avoid said cameras. Just gotta blend in with the crowd.

Unbeknownst to you however, three overlords sat in Vox’s office, all the monitors displaying all the nearby streets to this thrift store.

Vox scrolled on his phone as he sipped his coffee, giving the occasional “uh huh” or “that bitch” whenever he felt necessary as he was forced to listen to Velvette’s rant. He was doing his usual work until Velvette and Valentino walked in, well more so Valentino dragging Velvette in. Apparently Velvette went on another tangent about ex’s and how she’s soooooo over you now. Valentino was too high too care but found it amusing nonetheless so he dragged the young overlord and himself to Vox so Vox could deal with keeping up with her tangent while the pimp just sits there and watches in amusement.

Velvette’s rant comes to a sudden stop when her eyes catches a glimpse of the monitors.

“Vox, teleport me there, now!”

With a quick grin to a staff member, you placed the group of neatly pressed clothes in the big donation bin.

The feelings of parting with the clothes was difficult for you to describe. Peace that you could more easily move on? Anxiousness that you’re letting your past relationship go? Self doubt began to flood your soul again.

In an almost desperate attempt to cling onto something, you took one article of clothing and sniffed it—wait is that her scent? You sniffed it again more confused this time. Wha—but you washed it! You washed all of these before donating them, why is that scent lingering around? Another sniff before you realized it wasn’t the clothing that had the scent.

“You’re kind of a freak for sniffing clothes, you know that?”

You turn on your heal, nearly jumping back in shock at how close the other was to you,

“Velvette.”

I’ve had this in my drafts for so long and I had no idea how to end it I’m so sorry. I really wanted to finish at least one request though bc I have so many that’s just sitting there half done 😭

Thank you for the request! I wasn’t expecting anyone to want a part 2 of sorts but I had fun and I hope it isn’t terrible lol

#hazbin hotel #x reader #velvet x reader #hazbin hotel velvet #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #velvette x reader #break up #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

part 15 - we’re all misunderstood

"Me and all my friends, we're all misunderstood. They say we stand for nothing and there's no way we ever could." -Waiting On The World To Change by John Mayer

Masterlist Part 14

The Watchtower was a marvel of engineering and fortitude, constantly in orbit above Earth among the star-studded void of space.

Just a quick glance out of the meeting hall window had proved to the Regent that her little brother would love it here. He’d inherited the innovative side of Fentonworks more than she, so the combination of one of his obsessions and tech to fiddle with was a dream come true. 

(She’d inherited the ruthlessness of Maddie Fenton.) 

Batman, the Dark Knight her little brother had trusted and the father of her soulmate, tapped away at a tablet in hand before turning his focus to her at ease form, hands clasped behind her back. Wonder Woman stood at her side and Superman at the other. A flanking maneuver it seemed. 

The Regent would’ve been offended if they didn’t consider her a threat, despite her willingness to discuss war prevention between the Infinite Realms and the Living Realm. Her armor alone was meant to be intimidating at first appearance, but it was the woman sealed into it that gave off the vibes of ‘Approach with caution’. She was a Warrior, not a pacifist,and everything she presented about herself was meant to signify that. 

However, the Regent was trained by the Ancient of Peace and would demand a peaceful resolution to a crisis rather than conflict, even if the Liminal had no desire for a battle against the Justice League. 

Constantine was a familiar presence in the room. The Laughing Magician had a soft spot for her little brother, but she felt the claim she had of his soul. It was cracked and missing so many pieces, but it was still a good one. The Sad Trenchcoat Man might’ve been a career drunk and conman, but that didn’t mean he was unnecessarily bad. 

He wouldn’t be here if he was. 

The man in question spoke first, much to the obvious surprise of those present, “How’s Phantom?” 

Her helmet turned to face him down where he sat a few feet away, an unopened flask resting on his thigh, “He is fine. Would you like me to pass on a message?” 

Constantine seemed to relax for a moment before shaking his head, “Nah, the kid bugs me enough.” 

“Regent.” Batman interrupted. “We would appreciate it if you could answer some questions we have regarding some disturbing files we received from Phantom.” 

The Liminal nodded, “I suspected as much. I cannot speak much on behalf of the King or others not present, but I will answer what I can truthfully.” 

“Thank you, My Lady, for your willingness to discuss such things with us.” Wonder Woman offered with sincerity in her words. 

The Regent shook her helmeted head, “I’d rather peace than be across from one another on the battlefield, Princess.” 

“Wisely so.” 

The Knight tapped on his tablet again, a projection of one of the Ghost Files documents spreading across the wall behind the Bat, the man in question returning his attention to her. 

“Why does the King require a Regent?” 

If Bruce was being honest, which he was, he’d rather be anywhere else than here in the Watchtower about to helm peace talks between the Infinite Realms and Earth. He’d rather be eating dinner with his children, questioning Phantom about Jason’s whereabouts, or even on patrol- anywhere but here. 

It wasn’t even the presence of the armored woman who’d answered in place of the King Constantine had been asked to summon, rather Bruce wanted nothing to do with the Death Energy he felt in lapses radiating from the Regent that felt… cleaner than that of what Ra’s Al Ghul or Talia had. 

Bruce wanted answers. 

But he also wanted to be anywhere but here. 

He supposed it was his self-preservation instincts trying to get him away from the being that’s been summoned, he had no choice but to stay though. 

“The King is too young.” The Regent replied evenly, hands clasped in front of her stomach, much like Diana would when trying to demonstrate that she’s prepared to draw her sword at a given moment. “There is still much for him to learn and experience before he is ready for the Crown.” 

Batman hummed, even though Constantine spluttered in shock- “A kid defeated Pariah Dark in single combat?” 

“Yes.” 

“There are some questions that we would like to have recorded for the record, would you be amenable to this?” Batman interrupts, “We would also discuss public use.” 

Regent nods, helmet tinting a darker green as the Watchtower lights slant across it for a brief moment. “I accept, though there are some answers that are not mine to give.” The woman takes a breath, “I cannot give the identity of the King without his permission, nor can I discuss how or when he died.”

“Is there a particular reason why?” Superman asks. “It is considered taboo to ask a ghost anything related to their death because it can cause them to relieve it.” A pause, “Ghosts, or Ecto-Entites, are a fighting-based culture. They are beings of varying intelligence, thoughts, and emotions- sentient and sapient, much like humans and aliens. Capable of great things, both good and evil.” 

Bruce processed those words, a pit of horror forming in his chest. How many times has this woman said those exact words, hoping for them to be heard? They were eloquent, with the formality that hinted at diplomatic training, but with so much hope that it almost physically hurt. 

Capable of great things, both good and evil. 

Wasn’t that the choice Bruce made every time he put on the cowl? Anytime one of his kids got hurt and he felt such rage in his bones? He made the choice every day to do good and while it may not be great in the broader scale of things, it was to somebody somewhere. That was what it meant to be alive, to have free will, to exist. 

Now he finally understood why Phantom gave him the Ghost Files. 

He needed this. This confrontation of what it means to exist outside of Bats and Birds, the cowl and the mask, as a being. Would Bruce have listened had he not seen the Files? If he hadn’t seen the inhumanity committed upon the inhuman? What evil would he have perpetuated had he refused to listen? 

(Tim might think he had been the only one to watch the video of Danny Fenton’s death.)

(He was wrong.)(What if he hadn’t heard the wail?)(What if he hadn’t seen the rebirth of Fenton to Phantom?) 

With all the bloodshed the GIW had on their collective hands, they would not go quietly. 

The Regent had emphasized their zealot tendencies, hypocritical ideology perpetuated by the Drs. Fentons and somewhat lackluster training, but exceedingly advanced technology geared explicitly towards Ecto-Entities in her testimony to the Justice League in the hours that followed. Several examples from the Ghost Files were explained and expanded on, including the destruction of the Casper High Gym which resulted in the death of a faculty member and the maiming of a student. Evidence of the town roads being utterly demolished, what looks like the aftermath of war being the norm for the citizens as they try to go about their daily lives. 

She had prepared to discuss all the above, and gone through various questions she’d been expecting from the League, but she had steadfastly avoided thoughts of the GIW’s unethical experimentation. Naturally, the League began this particular section with the Files’ opened to what Danny, Tucker, and Sam had included, a warning issued to all present that what they were about to watch was grotesque and to leave the room if they felt unable to hold the contents of their stomachs. 

The Regent was an older sister, a daughter, a leader, and a warrior- but she was still only able to take so much. (She hadn’t known the Fentons recorded Danny’s Phantom’s vivisection.)

(She hadn’t known they called each other sweetie and fudge-kins while digging in his chest cavity.)

Fury was a familiar enemy and friend in equal breaths, existing in the space between her ribs and her heart, trapped by a cage of bone and will. 

Fury echoed by her mirror image that entered the camera frame, sword first and merciless as she gutted Jack Fenton. 

(Regret was nowhere to be found.)(Shame had no place here.)

“By Realms Law 2127 subsection 32f paragraph 3: liminals, mortals, all in between may be promptly judged and or executed on grounds of threat to End a protector spirit or child. May also be decreed as battlefield law when faced with a sufficiently armed opponent and or external force.” The Regent recited monotonously. “Drs. Fenton also could have been tried for Invasion by opening the portal, but Phantom was able to give them a pardon.” 

“On what grounds?” Wonder Woman questioned, “He is a protector spirit, yes?” 

“Yes, which allowed the previous Law to be enacted and legal. By him acting within Amity Park and using Fenton tech to catch Ghosts, he gave them a pardon by an unspoken alliance.” 

“An alliance they broke,” Batman this time was clearly angry too in his clenched fists were any indication, “when they vivisected Phantom.”

“Yes.” The Regent continued, “Make no mistake, I uphold the Realms Law to the best of my abilities and expect my subjects and my council to do the same. We are a people and people have societies, societies have structures and without that, we would be no better than what the GIW claims us to be.” 

“Well spoken, My Lady.” Wonder Woman complemented, clearly taken by the Regent’s speech. 

“This is all gory and horrifying, but we still haven’t talked about preventing a bloody war.” 

While he’d been quietly observing the meeting, minor mutterings here and there, Constantine remained the only Dark member present. The Regent was somewhat fond of the Sad Man, even without having ownership over his soul (or the majority of shards) he would remain a fond memory for the Nightingales. 

 “My Lady,” the Magician belatedly addressed her, clearly having recalled to whom exactly he was speaking. 

“Constantine,” Batman warned, “we’ll get to that.” 

“Indeed we shall. In fact,” the Regent twirled a hand in a graceful motion “the Anti-Acto Acts is the main point of contention on the docket and allows that,” now she thrust a pointed finger at the Files’ section on ‘experimentation’, “to be legal.” 

“It’s been discussed, previously, to bring these laws before the UN with a censored version of the Ghost Files.” 

The Regent nodded almost immediately, “If you can, yes, but I would recommend leaking some of the data for the public to judge.” 

“Amity Park, for instance?” Superman asked, “Let the public choose a side and put pressure on the UN.” 

“Perhaps.” WW nodded, “Though there is likely chance that blame will be shifted onto the Ghosts solely for the damage.” 

“We can show the footage of the attacks that caused them.” Batman interjected, “As well as the videos of Phantom protecting Amity’s citizens at risk to himself.” 

The Regent agreed, “There are also videos of teenagers practicing drills for Ghost and Ghost Hunter attacks.” 

“What about sitting for an interview for a newspaper?” Superman suggested, “I can get a reputable reporter to conduct it.” 

“That can be done.” 

The Regent felt a slight tug on her Proto-Core, a shiver down her spine to follow- her little brother was trying to summon her back to him. Nothing urgent, not with just a slight tug, not an emergency. 

It had been quite a while here anyway and she missed her boys. 

“I’m afraid I am being summoned for a council meeting.” The Regent announced, “If I am needed again-“ 

She took a breath before turning to Batman, “You May summon me, Dark Knight, through your Lady’s Claim.” 

A friendly handshake with Superman, “Have your reporter meet me in the Ridge next Friday during the Witching Hours.” 

A clasping of arms with Wonder Woman, Warrior to warrior, “When this is settled, I would ask for a spar, Princess.” 

And the Regent was gone in a torrent of icy green-tinted mist. 

A/N:

Happy new year!

I can't believe it's 2024 already! Feels like I just got used to writing 2023.

As always, thanks to the wonderful beta @meditating-cat, who also let me who use them as a sounding board for ideas for the Regent earlier. I cannot wait to write those ideas, let me tell you.

As always, if you have any song suggestions please feel free to share and check out the masterlist for the rest of the series. It's always updated afterwards!

Thanks for reading!

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #jazz fenton #regent!jazz #jason todd #anger management ship #hardcover ship #jazz x jason #batman #anti-ecto acts #let's get it #happy new year 2024 #lets start it off right with the end of the GIW

[danmainacc]

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD

As Leo, Mikey, Don, and Casey ride in the Turtle Tank, Casey tells stories of the future…….and you.

Character: Leonardo

Writing type: One-shot

Warnings: none, just some tooth-rotting fluff and a few innuendod ;) and maybe the teeniest bit of angst if you squint

Author’s note: okay so it’s pretty obvious I am obsessed with Future! Leo and this idea randomly came to mind as I was watching The Thing ( don’t ask ) and just had to write it. ( credit to qoeww for photo )

...

“The Turtle Tank, baby! It’s how we roll in the past. I mean, the present. I mean...Ugh! Time travel’s confusing,” Mikey groaned, slumping in his seat in the Tank.

“They’re on the move. According to the subcutaneous tracker I put on Raph--.” “Wait, does that mean you put trackers on all of us?” Leo cocked his brown bone, giving his twin a suspicious and scolding look, Mikey doing the same.

“No. No, of course I did...n’t,” Donnie sheepishly denied, an awkward smile plastered on his face.

“Based on their trajectory, they’re headed--.” “To the tallest building in the city,” Casey finished, eyes wide. 

“That’s right, Metro Tower,” Donnie nodded, confused at how he knew.

Casey shuddered, the memories coming back to him in flashes as he recalled the scary stories Commander (y/n) used to tell him.

“I heard the story so many times as a kid, but I never thought...And behold, from their perch atop New York City, the Kraang ripped open the sky itself. What came out was terror, and what rained down upon us was worse than death,” Casey recited. 

Commander (y/n) might’ve been a little dramatic.

“They told that to kids?! Man, the future is harsh,” Mikey exclaimed, slumping in his seat once again.

“Well, I’m not gonna let that happen. We need to get into Metro Tower without being spotted. We’ll take the subway tunnels,” Leo firmly stated, turning to Donnie. 

“Subways tunnels don’t offer much in the way of an escape if we need it. Are you sure about this?” Donnie cocked a brow, turning around to give Leo a serious look.

“Yeah, maybe we should--.” “Guys, we’re doing it my way. Remember?” Leo dismissed.

The two brother gave each other concerned looks before focusing back on the road, an uncomfortable silence settling over the Tank. 

Casey looked around anxiously, fidgeting with a loose string on his glove.

Being sent to the past in itself was a nerve-wracking experience, but nothing was more concerning than watching his old masters fight like this.

In the future, the brothers were inseparable, the epitome of a strong sibling relationship. Everyone listened, everyone talked, everyone heard.

He had to find some way to get them talking, healthily at least. 

“In the future, you guys are beyond amazing,” Casey started, catching the attention of the brothers.

“The mystic powers you’re able to harness from within are on a whole other level.”

“Of course! How have we not asked about my future?” Donnie smiled, putting the tank on auto-pilot and throwing an arm around Casey’s shoulder. 

“Don’t let me down, I am expecting BIG things from me. How many Nobel prizes do I have. No! Don’t tell me. I wanna be surprised.”

“Donnie, you were the most brilliant, innovative mind of all time. Without you, the resistance wouldn’t have made it half as far as it di-is...without you,” Casey quickly caught himself, relieved to see that the brothers didn’t notice.

He didn’t want to tell them what happens, not yet, at least.

“You built weapons, tended to the wounded, and trained a select few how to build and program your tech.”

“I’m shocked, I am. Go on, continue to meet my expectations,” Donnie smirked, plopping himself back down in his seat and kicking up his feet.

“What do I do in the future?” Mikey asked, starry-eyed.

Casey turned around and gave the orange turtle a warm smile.

His plan was working.

“You are the most powerful mystic warrior the world has ever known,” Casey started.

“You trained the next generation of yokai and humans alike to wield mystic power, and protected the camp with your infinity chains at every turn.”

He walked over to Mikey, who was absolutely flabbergasted, and grabbed his wrists.

“And with those two hands, you sent me back in time!”

“Wowwwwwwwww,” Mikey marveled, staring down at his hands as Casey let go.

He quickly held them out, wiggling his fingers as he concentrated hard, a few beads of sweat rolling down his head. 

It made Casey smile to see one of his former masters so fun-loving and care-free, the break from the constant worry of battle, refreshing.

“Ahem,” Leo nonchalantly cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with the time traveling boy.

“What about me?”

Casey’s gap toothed smile grew wider, the pleasant memories of his Sensei...no...his father running through his head. 

“You were our fearless leader. If there was a rescue needed, a cargo shipment to raid, hell, a patrol slot that needed to be filled, you were the man--er--turtle. You trained some of the younglings how to use weapons and hand-to-hand combat, and were the lead strategist when it came to coming up with ways to fight back against the Kraang!” Casey gushed, gasping after finishing the whole thing in one breath.

Leo smirked, resting his cheek in his palm as he soaked everything in.

“I like this. I like this very much,” He nodded.

That’s when Casey remembered one, teeny, little detail, and smirked to himself as he leaned back, casually.

He knew Leo and Commander (y/n) were together in this time, “boyfriend and girlfriend” he believed it was called. So maybe this information might put his former Sensei at ease. 

“Oh, and you were married to the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Leo practically choked on air, and Donatello almost slammed on brake, Mikey’s eyes practically bulging out their sockets.

“WHAT?!” The three exclaimed in unison, frantically looking at Casey for some elaboration.

Casey nervously chuckled, confused at their sudden surprise. “W-Well, that’s what you used to call Commander (y/n). I think you guys get married 2 or 3 years after the Kraang first arrive.”

A lazy smile stretched across Leo’s face as he leaned back in his chair, relishing in the thought.

He already knew you were the one he wanted to marry, no doubt about it. You were his one and only. But so soon? And during the apocalypse? How did it work? Did the two of you make time for each other? Did the two of you do...adult things?

“Whoo hoooo! Looks like big bro put a ring on it,” Mikey teased, suggestively wiggling his brow bones at his older brother.

“She’s really that beautiful?” Leo sincerely asked, turning to Casey with hopeful eyes.

Casey returned a truthful smile, giving a firm nod. “Gorgeous. Despite the fact that she was living through an apocalypse, she could still very much compete with the women in the Before-Times.”

Leo grinned from ear to ear at the image, your already stunning self becoming even more radiant with age and development. He was over the moon in excitement.

Until he realized.

“Wait. What do you mean was?” Leo quickly asked, furrowing his brow bones as he turned to Casey with an icy stare.

The color practically drained from Casey’s face as he realized his mistake, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

This isn’t how he wanted them to find out.

Not like this.

“I--.” “AUTO-BREAK: ENGAGED!” The Tank stated in a robotic tone, the vehicle coming to a sudden stop.

The brothers were sent flying forward, their minds quickly forgetting Leo’s question.

Casey let out a sigh of relief as he stood up, scratching his arm.

‘Thank you, Pizza Supreme.’

...

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[ghost-bxrd]

Correction. Jason fucking hates school.

Those fucking elitist assholes keep staring at Dick and him like they’re goddamn monkeys in a zoo. One had tried explaining the fucking concept of laptops to them earlier, like they’d been raised in the fuckin’ ass end of nowhere.

That guy had changed his tune real damn fast after Jason pointedly pulled out his own unreleased Wayne tech laptop and fired it up with a harsh glare.

Frankly, Jason wouldn’t be so ticked off if it was just him, but they keep. Targeting. Dick. After they realised that, wow, Jason isn’t the poor back alley rat with an IQ barely high enough to let him breathe correctly and take their shit lying down, they kept trying to crowd Dick.

After the third time some spoiled girl had tried touching the skittish talon in some guise of “Oh wow, your hair looks really soft!“ and Dick’s eyes had done the deer-in-headlights expression where he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to fucking say no Jason had snapped and nearly bit the offending hand off.

The surprised scream he got in retaliation was so fucking worth it, even if he’s pretty sure B will have choice words to say about it once they get back to the manor.

Sadly, Dick had also taken that reaction to mean that Jason felt threatened by the girl, which was… less optimal.

At least Jason had managed to keep him from literally tearing into her. If barely.

“I fuckin’ hate these snobs,“ Jason growls, opening their Alfred issued lunchbox with a bit more force than strictly necessary.

Dick coos inquisitively, back to his bird sounds in the relative privacy of the abandoned classroom they’ve been hiding out in since the fiasco during second period.

Jason hands him one of the sandwiches with peanut butter and jelly he loves so much and chooses one with with cheese and ham for himself, taking a vicious bite to vent his frustration in a way that won’t immediately get them expelled. “All these people thinking we’re some new and shiny toy. Wanna bet they think we don’t even know how to fuckin’ read?“

Dick eats at a more sedate pace from where he’s perched in a crouch on top of a desk, watching Jason rant with attentive eyes.

He doesn’t say anything, but that’s ok. Jason’s spitting enough vitriol for them both, and at least he knows that Dick is listening. Even if Jason were to suddenly switch topics and babble nonsense about the Teletubbies, Dick would still hang onto his every word. It used to be a bit creepy in the beginning, but now it’s… nice. Especially since he’d figured out how to interpret all the bird noises Dick makes.

“Really, if any of these privileged asswi-“

Dick’s head snaps up, body suddenly tense like a bowstring, and Jason whirls around so fast he almost gives himself whiplash, heart in his throat.

His eyes immediately lock onto the previously closed door where a wide eyed boy is standing, laptop under one arm, mouth agape, and looking more like a displaced toddler than a student with the pudgy baby fat clinging to his cheeks.

Dick makes a low tittering sound deep in his throat, wary but not yet hostile, and Jason takes one look at the tiny child that looks like he might start crying under the heavy stare of two older boys and exhales a groan.

“You need something, kid?“

The boy’s wide, blue eyes snap to him and Jason has to blink a bit at how similar they look to his own, if perhaps a few shades lighter.

He shuffles on his feet, clutching the laptop against his chest, “Uh, n-no. I was just- uh- homework.“

— Owl Song pt. iii Preview

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[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) Hunter x Reader: Timing

Word Count: 2,844

Warnings: Mentions of O66, some angst, kissy kissy.

   You lowered your head, pulling the hood of your cloak farther down over your face in hopes to keep you from being recognizable by any untrustworthy characters.  By the looks of it, that meant everyone in this parlor.

   It was a risky move going there in the first place.  Incredibly dangerous.  Some might deem it unwise, but it was all you had.

   Ever since that day…that horrible day… you’d been keeping an extremely low profile.  You traveled from place to place, having to choose the shadiest modes of transport to avoid the chain code system.  Being on the Empire’s most wanted list meant that you had to take every precaution.

   You glanced around the crowded parlor, getting a feel for the room.  The majority of customers were gathered around one of the dejarik boards.  Things were getting rowdy as one individual was just about to defeat his opponent.  No one would pay you any mind.

   Good.  You could locate the one known as Cid without drawing attention to yourself.

   She was a known jedi informant, and now a possible way to reach some old friends.

   Thanks to Rex’s description, you were able to find her very quickly.  She was seated at the bar, quietly sipping her drink and watching the game.  You exhaled slowly to gather yourself before walking over and taking the seat next to her.

   You ordered a drink casually, knowing that if you jumped right into a slew of questions that she’d be much less likely to give you an answer.  Finally, when your drink was set down in front of you, you took a sip and turned to the cantina owner.

   “Good evening,” you greeted.

   Her yellow eyes regarded you with skepticism that you were speaking to her, but she remained curt.  “‘Evening.”

   “I am looking for some friends of mine.  I was hoping you could point me in the right direction.”

   She lifted a scaly brow, scowling.

   “Could you tell me where I might find a group?”  You paused, searching for the right words.  There was a good chance that they wouldn’t go by their Republic designation.  “It’s a very particular group.  I’ve been told they do odd jobs for you.”

   Cid leaned back, her expression calculating.  “I might know of a group.  Depends on who’s asking.”

   “I’m an ally.”

   She huffed.  “Sure you are.”

   Cid didn’t say anything more, but the message had gotten across.  You could only hope that you’d reach them.  If you couldn’t, then you’d have to contact Rex again…  You remained at the counter, watching as Cid slipped away.

   The anticipation of seeing them, seeing him again, was almost too much to bear.  Your mind flooded with memories as you waited.  Memories of the first time you’d met the intriguing squad.  Memories of the first time you’d locked eyes with him.

   “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sergeant.” you greeted, blocking a stream of laser blasts.  “Though I wish it was under better circumstances.”

   His voice emerged smoky and mysterious through the modulator of his helmet as he took out a nearby droid with his viroblade.  “Pleasure’s all mine, General.”

   Later on, after the initial wave of droids, he removed his helmet to speak with you face-to-face.  You were well aware of how the Bad Batch differed from other troops, but it was still surprising to see their appearances.

   “Your squad is most impressive,” you said, trying very hard to push down the immediate feelings of attraction that began to blossom as you admired his tattooed features.  “And you arrived in just the nick of time.”

   He gave a small chuckle, his brow lifting.  “It’s what we do.”

   “Yeah!”  The one known as Wrecker jumped into the conversation, giving a hearty laugh.  “Those droids never stand a chance against us!”

   Tech was typing away on a set of buttons on his armor.  “They are falling back.  By my calculations, they will regroup shortly for a final attack.”

   “We’d better get ready then,” Crosshair smirked, placing a toothpick between his teeth.

   “Any orders?” Hunter asked.  It was apparent that the squad was very accustomed to working independently, but he made a point to recognize your authority as a jedi general.

   “None except that we retake this base,” you replied, making Wrecker practically jump.

   “I like her!”

   You found yourself smiling against the rim of your glass right before taking a sip.  That battle marked the beginning of your time with the Bad Batch.  You had the rank of general, but you’d never assumed command of a legion.  The Council would send you on independent missions as they saw fit, and after the success of that one, you were granted permission to assist the squad on a series of assignments.

   You came to see the Bad Batch as family. Aside from the particularly risky missions, it was the happiest period of your life.

   And that’s where it got messy.

   You recalled so vividly the bonds you’d formed with the brothers.  The hours working on the ship with Tech.  The many different ways to blow up a droid that Wrecker taught you.  The time you’d spent getting to know Crosshair and read him, though you still found him puzzling at times.  The talks you had with Hunter.

   Things got extremely messy when taking into account the feelings you harbored for the sergeant in secret, though such attachments to him, or anyone for that matter, were forbidden.  What was worse…he felt the same for you, and he knew about your attachment to him.  You could feel it every time his mind was near.  With both of you being so sensitive to your surroundings, it was bound to happen.  It was an unspoken thing between you.  Though you ached for more, you decided that being near him was enough.

   Then, there was the night that everything seemed to implode.

   Another successful mission.

   You gazed out at the beautiful star streaks across the dash as the Marauder traveled at lightspeed.  All was quiet aboard the ship.  Save for Tech’s busy mind, everyone seemed to be settling down for some much-needed rest.

   Oh.  There was one more mind that hadn’t been lulled by the sound of the engine.  Footsteps made their way up toward the front of the ship where you stood.

   “Hey. Sarge.”  The very informal greeting was a result of much time spent with the Batch.  The lot of you had forsaken by-the-book speech.  

   His eyes did not flash in amusement like they normally would.  His brows furrowed seriously as he leaned against the wall, and your voice took on a more concerned tone.  “Everything alright?”

   “Yeah,” he replied, though he didn’t look any less troubled.  “Just…a few things on my mind.”

   “Anything you’d like to share?  Maybe talking about it will help,” you offered helpfully.  “I’m no Yoda, but I’d like to think that learning under him has earned me some wisdom.”  You chuckled, giving him a playful nudge.

   “It’s-” he hesitated, gaze meeting yours meaningfully.  “I don’t think you want me to talk about this.”

   You tilted your head in confusion.  “Why not?”

   “Because it’s about…us.  This.  Whatever this is.”

   You caught on to where his mind was, feeling your heart flutter and stomach drop at the same time.  Your lips parted with a tiny “oh” sound escaping from them.  He was right.  This was definitely something you didn’t want to talk about. You couldn’t offer him a commitment.  Your code wouldn’t allow that.  But you didn’t want to lose him. This conversation could very well change everything.

   “Hunter… Before you continue, I just want to say that I…I…”

   “I know,” he said, stepping forward.  It was a small step, but it put him in your space entirely.  Suddenly his handsome face was all you could see, and that musky scent of his was the only thing you could smell.  His gloved hand reached out gently to brush your fingers.

   He knew what you felt for him… because that’s what he felt for you.

   “And I’m not asking for anything.  Or hoping.  I just…have to tell you at least once that I do too.”

   His lips ghosted over yours.  The warmth of his breath fanned your face, drawing you in while that feeling of comfort and security that you felt with him washed over you.  Your fingers entwined with his gloved ones, and you allowed yourself a single moment.  Hunter pressed his lips to your own briefly, testing the waters.  You leaned in before he could pull away, capturing him in another kiss, which he deepened.

   It was only a single moment, absolutely forbidden and beautiful.

   The kiss ended all too soon, with Hunter whispering a low “good night” before heading for his rack to get a few hours of sleep.  You remained in the cockpit, caught up in the thrill of what happened, yet completely torn.

   You felt tears well up in your eyes as you recalled what happened next.  It was right after returning from that mission that the Council had decided to reassign you to assist another jedi in an entirely different system.

   That was the end of your time with the Batch during the Clone Wars.  You couldn’t protest the Council’s decision without betraying some sort of attachment.  Even if the Council didn’t pick up on anything romantic, they still wouldn’t be so keen on your preference of the squad over where duty called you.  The Council’s decision had come so quickly that part of you feared that somehow they knew.

   So you carried out orders without so much as a hesitation.  You didn’t reach out to Hunter, fearful that he would also be at risk somehow.  Time passed.  The war came to an end.

   You’d barely escaped the former chancellor’s horrid order.  And after so many months on your own, wondering where your squad was in all this mess, assuming the worst, you ran into Rex, and he informed you of his discovery of them, the removal of their chips, and their whereabouts.

   It was only a matter of a few rotations before you found yourself at Cid’s Parlor.

   There was no telling how your arrival would be received.  Would they be angry?  Hurt?  Would they be glad to see you?  You imagined that the others would be glad, at least.

   The moment had arrived.  The first one you saw was Wrecker, towering over everyone else in the cantina as he made his way out from the back.  He spotted you right away, and a huge grin spread across his face.

   “Hey!  It’s ________!”

   He emerged from the crowd with Hunter just in front of him, followed by Tech.  Another trooper walked out after him that you didn’t recognize and also a young girl.

   “Ah, _________” Tech said in recognition.  “I am pleased to see you alive and well, considering the events concluding the war.”

   “You have no idea how glad I am to see all of you,” you replied warmly.  “It’s like coming home.”  You mustered the courage to meet Hunter’s eyes, hoping you’d find a similar welcome.  His gaze was piercing, like a single lamp in the dark- comforting, safe, filling you with relief.

   It was true.  That seedy parlor, where you’d never been before, that was full of strangers already felt like home.

   Even so, Hunter suggested the lot of you take the reunion back to the Marauder to avoid drawing any attention to you.  Your mind was buzzing the entire time with questions; both about the new faces you saw amongst your squad as well as the one face that you didn’t see.  Where was Crosshair?

   Tech updated you on the sharpshooter’s absence in a brief, but thorough explanation.  You were saddened to hear of these events, but the group seemed somewhat hopeful that their brother didn’t appear entirely lost.

   The other trooper, who you presumed to be a newer member of the squad, looked rather curious.

   “Echo, this is ________, a friend.  She served with us on several missions during the war,” Hunter introduced.

   “Served?” Echo repeated.  “Then that would make you a…”

   “A jedi,” you uttered quietly.  “Yes.”

   He stood up straight and saluted with his scomp arm.  “It’s an honor.  My name is Echo.  I joined the squad after a rescue mission on Skako.”

   “And this is Omega,” Hunter gestured toward the girl.  “Our newest member.”

   “Hello!” she gave a cheerful wave.  “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

   “Oh really?”

   “Yep!” Wrecker butted in, wrapping you up in a big hug.  “You’re our favorite jedi, after all!”  He set you down and gave you a playful nudge with his elbow, which almost sent you stumbling.  “We missed you!  Especially Hunter here.”

   The comment piqued your interest.  Hunter gave Wrecker one of his signature looks, silently telling him to drop it.  Tech observed the interaction, noting it while adjusting his goggles.  Echo’s gaze darted back and forth between you and Hunter, understanding flashing in them.  Omega looked confused, but didn’t voice it.

   You nearly collapsed into ruins from embarrassment.

   Wrecker suddenly scratched his head. “ Uhhh, that reminds me.  Tech, d’you remember the other day? I said I wanted to show you the thing.”

   “I do not recall-”

   “The thing.  It’s, uh, in Cid’s.  But we have to go see it.  Now.”

   Echo seemed to catch on to some inside cue because he quickly got Tech’s attention and nodded his head in the direction of the exit ramp.

   “Ah.  Indeed.”

   “You too, Omega!” Wrecker added, ushering the girl outside.  You clasped a hand over your mouth to hide your humor while the group departed.  You could hear Omega’s little voice asking, “what’s going on?” before they were out of earshot.

   Hunter gave a long and heavy sigh, shaking his head, before his eyes met yours again.

   “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised,” he said.  “They’re all trouble.”

   “Yeah,” you chuckled.

   An awkward silence fell over the both of you.  It wasn’t like you expected things to fall back into place, to pick up right where you’d left off.  But with how the others acted, you expected Hunter to say something.

   After all that time…There he was.  Safe and sound.  Standing just a few feet in front of you.

   “Hunter, I-”

   “Look-”

   Both of you fell silent again, and Hunter took the initiative to speak first.  His voice was low, a bit shaky.  “I’m glad you’re alright.  You don’t know how worried I was- we all were.”

   “I was worried about all of you,” you replied.  “I saw what the chips did to troopers.  It’s terrible.  I was so relieved to find Rex, and when he told me that he’d been in contact with you… I can’t even say how I felt.  I’ve missed you so much!”  Your voice broke, and Hunter stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you.

   The low rumble of his voice was soothing against your ear as he held you tighter.  “I missed you too.”

   “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to you after I was reassigned.  After what happened that night after our last mission…”

   “It’s alright.  Neither did I.  I guess…neither of us were in a place to do anything about it then.  We had our obligations.”

   Had obligations.  Past tense.

   “But just know that I’ve thought about you every day since then,” he said.  “Nothing’s changed.”

    “Oh, Hunter,” you cried.  “Me too.”

   His breath hitched in his throat, and he pulled away slightly.  “You know, if this weren’t to happen, there’s a place for you here.  With the squad.  That’s undeniable.”

   You met his eyes, too happy to care about the tears on your face.  His gaze seemed to soften at the sight of them, and he reached up to brush them away.  

   “I didn’t think it was,” you chuckled tearfully.  “I do want to be with the squad, and I want to be with you.”

   A soft smile graced his features, the kind of smile you’d only seen a few times.  One of them was when he first and last kissed you.  Hunter leaned in, brushing his nose against yours, before closing the short distance entirely.

   His arms enveloped you, pulling you tighter against his frame while he kissed you with simmering passion.  You grasped his broad shoulders to ground yourself, and yet it only sent you higher.

   Your eyes followed the contours of his face while you paused the dance of your lips to catch your breath, tracing the slope of his nose, the curve of his mouth, and the edge of his jawline.  Amidst the haze of his close proximity, you’d never seen him so clearly. 

   You were glowing, luminous.  So utterly content, and yet, your lips tingled with the desire to be kissed again.

   Heavy footsteps on the ramp jolted you from the moment.  Before you and Hunter could separate to save face, Wrecker poked his head inside the Marauder, grinning.

   “I knew it!  All it took was fifteen minutes.”

   “Actually,” Tech’s voice spoke up a little farther down matter-of-factly.  You could imagine him holding up his index finger pointedly.  “It was approximately twenty.”

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[alientee]

hi! just read your ‘To Live’ Mauga x Reader and absolutely loved it, and kinda had a request sort of along the same lines as that one (that is only if you’re taking requests ofc)

So like, say Mauga’s away on Talon work and what-not, but while he’s away Reader’s home/general area gets attacked (maybe a null sector ship crashes or smth?) and like Reader does get injured and kinda bleeds a slightly worrying amount but nothing a health pack and some rest won’t fix really, so they manage to go get medical help. So Mauga obviously finds out, rushes back from his mission, and seeing the worrying amount of blood staining the ruins of the reader’s home has him all worried the worst happened. So he spends practically a full day digging around the ruins of the house, panic just slowly building as he searches, and by sunrise he just has nearly given up; sitting in the rubble somewhere between pure despair and unbridled rage towards himself, when he hears reader call his name, and surprise, reader is alive and well, standing right outside the ruins of the house, albeit with a few bandages. Then bam! Fluff.

Didn’t realize this was gonna be this long but thanks for reading this pitch anyways 👍

Another Mauga x reader

This is so cute so of course I had to write it ! Thank you for asking for this I’ll answer a request if I have time and or if it’s in my comfort zone and I wrote this the day you sent it I was that excited I hope you enjoy! (SIDE NOTE I HAVE SO MUCH SMUT COMING FOR MAUGA YALL) gender neutral reader x Mauga

You sat on the couch, watching a horror movie, waiting for Mauga to get home. You learned not to worry too much about him going on missions with Talon; that man lives for the thrill.

You go to the kitchen to get some snacks. Sometimes you did get lonely when he left for a mission, but the chaotic life wasn’t for you. And just as you got your food alarms, start blaring from the outside.

You quickly set everything down and go to your window. You look out into the sky. You couldn’t help the anxiety that filled you. “it’s null sector."

Explosions rang outside while you ran up the stairs, hoping nothing hit your house. You should’ve known you wouldn’t be so lucky. As the explosions get louder, your house starts to shake. That’s when it all came crumbling down, and so did you.

“OUCH FUCK!”

You could feel your muscles ache and a sting in your ankle; you knew the feeling all too well; your eyesight was distorted, and you felt dizzy. But you couldn’t dwell on that, you had fell from the now broken stairs and sprained your ankle. And as more of your home crumbles so does your way out. Everything seemed to be blocked off except your broken window.

The small space would be difficult to go through, but you didn’t have a choice. You push yourself through the window. That’s when you feel searing, hot pain shoot through you. You begin to scream. “FUCKING FUDGE NUTS”

You didn’t realize there was some glass still around the edges of the window, but you couldn’t stop now. With one hard push, you fall out of the window, gripping your side in pain. And just as you got out of the house, it completely came down. There’s a large glass shard in your side. You slowly pull it out, screaming in anguish. You look at the rest of the village, realizing that they are fighting back and null sector is retreating. You let out a sigh of relief. It was kind of annoying that your house had to fall, but at least now you were safe and you didn’t have to worry about it.

"Now let’s see if I can limp to the medical center.”

Mauga had a good day. He used Chacha and Gunny, caused some chaos, and he got paid. What more could he ask for? He was cleaning his guns when Sombra came up to him.

"It looks like null sector strikes again. The boss might have us go pick up some of their tech for data. Try not to cause too much of a mess if we do."Mauga looks at her, amused by the statement. "Come on, Somb you know me, what’s the fun in that?”

Sombra rolled her eyes. “I’m serious, Mauga, plus you wouldn’t want to cause trouble on your own stomping grounds, would you?"

“What are you talking about!?”

Sombra looked at him guilty. "Yeah, I probably should’ve started with Somoa getting attacked.”

Before she could say anything else, he was out of the room, guns in hand.

Mauga made it back to Somoa as quickly as he could. The whole island wasn’t damaged, but there was enough damage to know the clean-up would take a long time. Mauga rushes to your home, hoping you were okay. You had to be okay. When he got to your home, he dropped his guns to the ground.

Where was your home? Nothing but rubble lay in the distance. He walked towards the house; he didn't even realize he ended up running by the time he got to the wreckage.

“Y/N!!!!” He screamed your name. Mauga knew that when he didn’t get an answer, he had to move.

“They’re ok; they gotta be ok." Mauga nodded to himself. He knew you were a fighter, and you were smart. There’s no way you’d just lay down and die. He dug through the rubble of the house. He went through every single part of it he could move. And what he couldn’t pick up, he tried to dig under with his bare hands.

Hours and hours he spent moving rubble bricks and broken glass. His hands were covered in cuts and slightly rubbed raw from all the material he was trying to drag. The hours of the night ended up being until dawn.

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” Mauga couldn’t help but feel like shit. All the times you asked him to take a day off to spend time with him. All the times you told him you were lonely. All the time you worried for him. Every hug he got lasted more than a minute because he was gone so long. He always told you that no matter what, he’d protect you because he’s strong enough to win every time. He couldn’t always be there to save you, so you had to be strong too.

“A fucking joke,” he said, picking up a large piece of what was the door and flinging it.

“PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT” Mauga feels so much rage and so much sadness that he’s started throwing things everywhere. Not even caring, he threw his own guns. “I can’t protect shit! I couldn’t back up a fucking thing I said to them. I’m such a fucking joke! I couldn't even stay for em………they’re gone…… I couldn’t even fucking …….they can’t be…. they fucking can’t be gone.”

Mauga falls to his knees, not caring that his body has given out, that his hands are slightly bleeding, or that he flung his guns to God knows where. “The fuck am I going to do?” He puts his head in his hands. The stress is getting to him, and he can’t get it together.

“Mauga ! Your back!"

Mauga looks up, and he can’t believe what he’s seeing. There you are, covered in bandages, limping towards him. He slowly stands up, but he runs towards you like he’s going to tackle you. And he kind of does; he holds you in his arms tightly, bringing your face to his chest. He didn’t realize he was squeezing your wound.

"Ow! Mauga, I’m injured!”

He quickly lets you go but catches you before you completely drop to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He rubs your arms, putting his forehead against yours. “I…. I thought you were gone, baby…. I thought I lost you." His voice was raspy from screaming so much earlier, louder than he’s ever screamed, and that’s saying something for someone as loud as him. You wrapped your arms around him, snuggling into his chest, and you listened to his two heartbeats that sounded out of control.

“I’m ok; I’m here; it’s fine.” You try consoling him.

“When everything fell down, I got out but got glass stuck in my side, and I sprained my ankle. But I was strong, just like you said I had to be, haha." He smiled and picked you up, princess-style, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” he leans in, giving you a soft, passionate kiss, tangling his hand in your hair, and bringing you in as close as he can. He leans back from the kiss, rubbing your cheek with his knuckles and staring into your eyes, looking at you like he’d lose you if he looked away.

“Let’s get you somewhere safe, ok? Get you cleaned up and fed,” he pecks your lips. You nod at him, leaning your head into his neck and slightly tracing his tattoos. You were happy to be in his arms again. Mauga ended up bringing you back to his place, which was surprisingly untouched.

He takes off your clothes and carries you to the tub. He’s about to move to help you bathe, but you stop him. "Mauga, what happened to your hands, honey?" He looks down, his hands covered in cuts and dried blood. "I just got carried away. I’m fine.”

You gave him a look. "No, you're going to go get your hands looked at.”

He looked at you angrily, giving you a snarl. “I’m not leaving you!”

You lean back, not expecting him to get so angry. “Mauga I’m ok now; you’re here on the island with me. I’m not afraid, and you shouldn’t be either. If they come back, I know I’m the safest I could ever be because you're near."

Mauga sighs. He should’ve expected that. Even though he blames himself, he knows you don’t. And all he wants to do right now is make you happy. So he went to get his hands looked at. He won’t tell you he ran to the infirmary and ran all the way back, though.

When he made it back, Mauga caught you trying to cook. He quickly made his way over, scooping you up and dumping you on the couch. He propped your sprained ankle up and kissed your cheek. "Nope, I got it.” The rest of the day, Mauga took care of you. Getting salt water for your ankle and fixing all your meals. Helping you fix your hair.

He was so sweet, even though you knew he still felt guilty. You end the day cuddling in bed. You were in Maugas lap while he played in your hair, his other hand intertwined with yours. You lay against his chest, listening to his two heartbeats. He couldn’t help but smirk at the concentrated look on your face.

“What’s on your mind, beautiful?"

You look at Mauga, wanting to show him you are serious. “I don’t want you to feel bad about what happened. You couldn’t have known this would happen.”

"It doesn't matter; it’s my job to take care of you. You're mine, and I told you I’d always win for you and that I’d never let you get hurt.”

“You also told me to be strong because you always won’t be there, and you were right, and I pushed through because of it!”

He does not want to admit it, but he can’t help but give in, even if you were right and they were his own words. It stings to hear them in the moment. He wants to protect you from everything; he wants to be your rock and your hero. Even though he knows it’s impossible to be that every time.

Mauga hums in agreement, and he slightly leans his body onto you. It’s comforting to have his heavy weight pressing on you. His large, strong hands are on your body, making you feel so safe and protected. His gentle kisses and affection show you how much he means it; he’ll make sure you're taken care of no matter what. Being wrapped in his large arms puts comfort in your heart.

Mauga kisses your nose. “How about I take a break from missions? We can spend some time together on another island, just you and me, sugar.”

You smile, kissing him back softly. “Alright, just you and me.”



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[littlemissmanga]

A Mechanic in the Sun

Pairing: Tech x Reader (no use of y/n, no physical description at all)

Warnings: Pure fluff, established relationship, just Tech being adorable

Rating: SFW

W/C: 1,039

Summary: As the team’s mechanic, maintenance of the Marauder falls to you and Tech. So while the others are off grabbing supplies on the temperate planet you’ve stopped at, the two of you break off to fix up the ship. But when Tech comes to ask your help with something inside, he finds you not working on the landing gear, but testing a rather odd hypothesis. As a man of science, he can’t very well interrupt, can he?

Clone x Reader Bingo Square: Mechanic @clonexreaderbingo

Masterlist

“Darling, could you-”

“Shhhh”

Tech looks up from his datapad as he comes around to the side of the ship, surprised by your shushing. Even more surprising is your position. Not under the Marauder, performing standard maintenance on the landing gear as he expected.

As you had said you would.

Rather you lay back on a towel you insisted on purchasing last time you were selected for a supply run. Something rather unnecessary in his opinion as the Marauder only had a sonic shower in the refresher. And yet it seems you found a use for it as a blanket, keeping your back clean from the dirt underneath as your limbs sprawl to conquer every corner.

Your eyes are closed and your expression is peaceful. And though he is loath to interrupt your quiet moment, time was of the essence.

Without Echo, the duties of mechanic fall solely to your combined shoulders and there is still much to be done if there is to be any hope of leaving this planet with an optimally functioning ship by nightfall.

“I am afraid I cannot remain silent at this moment. I do rather require your assistance. It seems the ventilation system was damaged as well during our last mission, and I cannot reach the wires in the back of the console. While not critical, we’d be remiss if we did not fix it now, when there’s time.” Tech adjusts his goggles as he rakes over your prone form once again. “And there is also the matter of the landing gear, which you have apparently abandoned.”

“Landing gear is done.” Your hand waves absently in the direction of the ship. “Just needed to be realigned. I’m conducting an experiment now and need to focus.”

Your dry tone may have fooled another, but Tech knows the humor running underneath. His eyebrow raises as he feels his lips tug ever so slightly into a smirk. Your antics never cease to amuse, though it certainly helps that you complete your tasks before engaging in them. Much unlike some of the Batch.

“Oh? And may I inquire as to the details of this experiment?”

It’s impressive, actually, how still you remain even as he can tell that your focus is shifting to center on him.

Warmth surges through his body at the knowledge. It had unnerved him at the beginning — being the object of your focus. Now that emotions had been processed and communicated, now that he knows that focus is one of interest and acceptance, it pleases him immeasurably.

“Homo Sapiens can receive vital nutrients from the sun,” you start, though it seems the gentle warmth of the sunlight you’re currently basking in has taken its toll on you, slowing your words.

You were most endearing like this, and Tech found himself folding to sit next to you. A few minutes indulging you (and in you) surely wouldn’t hurt his schedule too much. “Yes, namely vitamin D. I don’t see how that can be your hypothesis.”

At this, your eyes opened and cut to him. “I wasn’t finished, now, was I?”

With a chuckle, Tech waves you on.

“My hypothesis is that the human body can be trained to absorb more nutrients through sunlight,” you explain, closing your eyes and once again turning your face to the sky.

“My dear, it almost sounds like you are attempting to see if you can photosynthesize. You are much too intelligent not to know that such an endeavor is doomed to fail.”

“Just because the hypothesis has yet to be proven doesn’t mean it has been disproven,” you chastise playfully, finally allowing the smile he could tell you’ve been fighting to claim your lips.  “And this sunlight is so nice, I feel compelled to continue testing my hypothesis until it sets.”

The way you stretch is reminiscent of a lothcat as you maximize the surface area you can offer to the sun … and to him as he takes in how you arch and adjust yourself.

He must admit, you are correct; the sun on this planet is quite pleasant. Not unbearable but still warm. A dangerous indulgence, and yet he could understand how it would be welcome.

Your little ruse aside, maybe some sunlight was exactly what was needed right now.

Scooting down to lay by your side, Tech presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. “While I highly doubt you’ll turn into a plant by nightfall, I do see the benefit of continuing your experiment for another few minutes. In fact, I believe I shall join you.”

You roll lazily onto your side to meet his eyes with yours. “Really?”

He isn’t sure if you are conscious of the way your body curls into him. Likely not, since your entire goal until now has been to stretch out as much as possible. He decides the subconscious movement pleases him more — a sign that even the deepest parts of you reach out for him.

It was still an adjustment to be the one being reached for, looked for, chosen with such consistency and admiration. But it was one Tech eagerly welcomes. And he would always be there reaching out for you in return.

“I never say what I do not mean, my dear,” he confirmed, sealing it with another press of his lips, this time to your forehead. He feels as though his smile could rival the warmth of the sun at the sight of your contented expression in response. “However, I am setting a timer for exactly twenty minutes.”

Your groan reverberates against his chest as you scoot even closer to him. “Can I negotiate to thirty?”

“You may not. We cannot afford our mechanic becoming a layabout.” It feels a bit contradictory, then, for his arm to find its perch at that moment on the curve of your hip to secure you to him. “Though some reward for completing our tasks may not be out of order. If I may tempt you …”

Your eyes raise to his, shining bright with hope as you cleverly hear the tease in his voice.

“We should have additional time after our work is completed before the others return. I propose returning here to watch the sun set then.”

“Deal.”

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a/n: I have no idea why my fluffiest thoughts always involve Tech. Like I love Tech as much as the next girl, but I always have the softest thoughts for him and it's odd cause I'm much more of a Wrecker girlie. Still, it was also so much fun to write in his POV!

This is my third entry for my Clone x Reader Bingo Square. You can read the other two here:

Don't Forget That, Okay? - Crosshair, SFW hurt/comfort

One Last Order, Part 2 - Rex, Rated E 18+ please read responsibly. (it can be read as a standalone fic, but if you want the full story, start with pt 1 here.)

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Scott and Hope’s child (Hank Jr. Edition)

Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Scott and Hope have a baby girl (reader). And everything seems to be fine, but somewhere from the age of five, it becomes clear that the reader is a complete copy of her grandfather Hank Pym, that is: she is incredibly smart, she loves ants (she can talk about them for hours), she also has problems controlling anger (she hit a guy in the face at school for saying that ant-man sucks), thinks that there is no one smarter than her and her grandfather, and she also transferred his sarcastic communication style and views on things and people around, for example, when she first met Tony, she said: "You can never trust Stark."”

somewhere in the distant future a special kid was born

and that special kid had special parents and special grandparents

and those parents and grandparents were two generations of superheroes who saved countless lives (and, well, the world)

so it was no surprise to them that this next generation would be just as intelligent and caring as the ones before them

*cue a toddler with crayons in class*

“and then my grandpa asked the ants nicely to fly him to a bunch of different places and do all these cool things like move stuff around and like do other stuff” -you rambling on

“do you like anything besides ants?” -your teacher

“no” -you, continuing to draw ants on your paper

hank and janet were quite proud grandparents

and scott and hope, your wonderful amazing parents…couldn’t get enough of it

“honey, what about wasps? wasps are cool, right?” -hope

“no” -you

“she’s spending too much time with my dad” -hope

“well, he’s the only babysitter we’ve got since cassie got that new job” -scott

“oh, you mean our old job? yeah, miss those days where we could go flying around getting into trouble and beating people up” -hope

“well, you promised we’d retire so y/n wouldn’t end up with a childhood like yours” -scott

“y/n’s gonna want to be a superhero when they get older, arent they?” -hope

“let’s not think too far ahead. it might kill me” -scott

scott reads you his biography every night before bed

and you always giggle at the parts where your mom and grandpa bully him

“hey, not funny!” -scott

“so funny” -you

“dont get any ideas” -scott

“daddy, are you gonna get arrested again?” -you

“if i do it’ll be grandpa hank’s fault” -scott

you continued spending time with grandpa hank and grandma janet

and they spoiled the crap out of you

hank…got you an ant farm

“now you’re just being ridiculous, hank” -janet

“what? i’m just having some bonding time with my grandchild! hope never wanted anything to do with me growing up” -hank

once you started getting older, you wanted to hang out in grandpa’s lab allll the time. day and night

your parents hated it

“hey, think this one will suck us all into the quantum realm?” -scott

“it was one time!” -cassie

cassie was at hank and janet’s a lot, too, actually. they always wanted to help her with her suits and gadgets and all that

and make sure she had plenty of pym particles

“you have enough, right? here, take some more, i have plenty” -hank

“grandpa, please, i have more than enough, thank you” -cassie

“can i have some pym particles?” -you

“we can play with them in the backyard next time youre over” -hank

you draw new suit designs for cassie all the time

some of them she actually incorporates into her suits

and as you get older, you try to start designing more tech for her

“y/n is really scaring me” -hope

“why?” -scott

“just watch her and my parents together…they’re the same” -hope

“dear god, what have we done” -scott

“dad, look at this new pym particle powered weapon, i just finished the prototype!” -you

“okay, now i’m mad because where was this when i needed it!” -scott

“fifteen to twenty years too late” -hope

“we should have gotten together sooner” -scott

“i disagree” -hope

“wow, not even a pity agreement” -scott

asking your parents if they’ll get back into crime fighting

they said no

asking if you can get into crime fighting

they said no again

so you just kinda stockpiled all your ideas

and did everything you could to further your grandpa’s work

and help your sister

and keep your parents’ minds at ease (doesn’t really work)

and maybe one day you’ll be able to ride those ants and kick some ass like you always dreamed

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[zoeykallus]

Awww! May I request The Bad Batch and maybe Howzer ? Speaking Mando’a to their S/O like saying something funny or romantic that they wouldn’t say out loud or maybe S/O learns a few phrases for them? I love it when couples with different cultures try and learn one and another’s ❤️❤️❤️

Sounds like a cute idea to me :))

But I don't know anything about Mando'a so... let's hope for the best ^^'

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Speaking Mando'a

No Warnings

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Hunter

You two walk through the streets of Mos Eisley and Hunter can see you are a little nervous. The people around here are mostly gangsters, at least in the part of town you are roaming around right now.

"Don't you worry, Cyare, I'm always your cabur", he says softly, grabbing your hand.

You look at him puzzled.

"What's a cabur?"

"It's pronounced KAH-boor, and it means 'guardian' or 'protector'"

"Is it Mando'a?"

Hunter nods.

"I didn't know you really speak that language"

Hunter explains, "At some point I thought it's part of where we are coming from, even if we are cloned, not born, it doesn't hurt to know about it"

"Cyare is Mando'a too, right?"

"Yes, and it does mean 'love'. Madalorians use it to address their partners"

You smile at him, warmth spreading in your chest. You knew it was something sweet, but to finally really know it, felt different, much more real.

Echo

You two are walking thorugh a market and Echo got into a fight with one of the vendors over a faulty item he sold him an hour ago.

"Di'kut!", calls Echo over his shoulder at the vendor when you pull him along.

"Stop, Echo. You won't get anything out of this. You got your credits back"

Echo huffs, "A brazen son of a bitch is that!"

You chuckle, "I'm not used to you talking like that. What does 'di'kut' mean?"

Echo calms down a bit, smiles at you and says, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. 'Di'kut' means 'idiot"

"Is it Mando'a?"

"Yes, dear, it is"

You grab his hand and ask, "Can you say something nicer in Mando'a?"

Echo nods, "Sure. What would you like to hear?"

"What would you like to tell me?", you ask back.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, ner kar'ta"

"What's it mean?"

Echo smiles and kisses your cheek, "I love you, my heart"

Wrecker

"Kandosii'la!"

"What?"

You are trying on an outfit for a party tonight. Wrecker and you are invited, and you want to look good at your man's side.

"Kandosii'la!"

You chuckle, "Yes Wrecker, I heard that, but what does it mean?"

He laughs, "Oh! It means 'amazing'. You look amazing, sweetheart"

You smile and turn around once more.

"Really?"

"Mesh'la!"

"Is that Mando'a again?"

"Yes, it means 'beautiful' ", Wrecker explains, gets up from his seat and pulls you close.

As he places a soft kiss on the top of your head, he says, "I can teach you a few words if you like"

"That would be nice"

"Okay, first of, we call Crosshair 'di'kut!"

Tech

You sit with Tech outside the Marauder in the shadow of a tree, leaning into one of his arms. He's holding his holopad with the hand of his other arm and is answering all your questions about Mandalorian culture.

Listening to his voice, cuddled to his side, you picture the things he's telling you about in your mind. Mandalorian's culture is anything but boring, and it's more or less part of his ancestry.

"Can you speak Mando'a?", you ask him.

"Indeed"

"Say something in Mando'a"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Do you love me, Tech?"

He raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes I do, I thought it was obvious"

You smirk at him.

"Then tell me in Mando'a"

He smiles and says softly, "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum"

Crosshair

"What are you doing there, Kitten?"

You almost jump off the chair at the table.

"How do you always sneak up on me like this?", you ask with a wildly pounding heart.

Crosshair smirks.

"You are always with your head in the clouds or something, it's not exactly complicated to sneak up on you. So? What is this? Are you trying yourself at Mando'a?"

"Mhm", you hum in agreement.

He sighs and sits down next to you.

"Give me that", he snarls and picks the pen out of your hand, "Most of this is wrong"

He corrects an embarrassingly high number of mistakes you made and hands the pen back to you.

"You should read this carefully and remember it, I've added the pronunciation. Tonight I'll quiz you, if you get more than half right I'll show you how to shoot with my rifle."

You look up at him excitedly as he stands up.

"Your rifle? Really?"

He smirks.

"Now focus and learn, Mesh'la" he says, kissing the top of your head before leaving the room.

"That means beauty!" you exclaim, feeling your ears and cheeks grow hot.

Howzer

"You are calling me all these names and I don't know what they mean"

Howzer smirks at you.

"You want to know?"

It always sounds so sweet and soft when he uses these words you don't understand. You know they are something nice and sweet, but you want to know for sure.

"Of course"

He caresses your cheek and says, "'Mesh'la', means beauty or beautiful"

It tingles under your skin where he just touched you.

Howzer softly lifts your chin with his finger, "'Cyar'ika', means Darling"

His face comes closer, and he says softly, " 'Cyare', means love"

Howzer's lips touch yours softly as your eyes close. As you open them again, you ask, "What about 'di'kut'?"

Howzer laughs, "I never called you that"

"No, but you called one of your brothers that"

He chuckles, "It means 'idiot'"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[thejediscrolls]

You Drew Stars

Tech x Jedi reader

Unrequited love is a real Bantha

Angst - Fluff

Pt 3 of You Drew Stars

It wasn’t long before the sun was setting.

Omega and I were walking back to the ship hand in hand with the goodies we found at the local market in town.

“Thank you again for the scarf! It’s like Hunters!” Omega’s voice held so much glee as she grasped on to the red fabric around her neck.

“I’m glad you like it sunshine.” I smiled, seeing her skip around through my new rose colored sunglasses.

“And our matching sunglasses too!” She said as she pushed hers up her nose to keep it from falling.

She slowed down her pace to look up at me, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

I couldn’t help the love that swarmed my heart for the small girl that became so much like the daughter I’ve always dreamed of having.

“Thank you.” I said softly, “I’m really glad I’m here too.”

“I think without you, my brothers would be a mess.” She joked, “Plus our home would be a complete mess all the time.”

I laughed, “That is true. They have never been good at keeping that place clean, except for maybe Crosshair. He was big on keeping everything precise.”

“Do you think he’ll come back to us?” She asked as we stopped in front of the ship.

I could feel in the force the faint feeling of his pain, somewhere far off in the galaxy, “I believe he will.” I confirmed.

She let out a relieved sigh before turning around to run up the ramp, “Come on! Let’s go show them the stuff we got!”

I followed behind her, though my pace much slower then hers. It was to give me some time to stop the nervous shake in my hand and the heavy swelling on my tongue.

The first thing I did was place the bags I was carrying next to Omega before stepping back and sticking close to the wall as she shoved all of the things we got onto the table.

“We got a bunch of blankets and decorations to spruce up our home!” She said as she passed around small pillows and thin blankets that felt as soft as cotton.

There were also new clothes for Omega and the boys and little lights that Omega found to hang around the ship.

“How did you afford this?” Hunter asked, his gaze already falling onto mine.

“I took some extra shifts from Sid at the cantina.” I explained, “We thought this would help everyone feeling a bit more comfortable here.”

“That was thoughtful of you, but unnecessary. We are quite adjusted here.” Tech answered.

“It was more than necessary!” Wrecker boomed as he looked at a few stuffed animals that Omega set on the table.

“There’s also snacks!” Omega cheered.

“Alright!” Wrecker cheered as he grabbed a fruit only native here.

“Thank you.” Echo said as he fell in line beside me.

“You’re welcome. I just want to make sure everyone is happy.” My voice trailed off as I watched Tech leave the room.

Echo nudged me gently, “Go on.”

I trailed off nervously after Tech, going over words I could say to him. I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while and well would you go out with me? Yeah that sounds good. Just call out to him and ask.

“Go on a date with me!” I blurted out and immediately cringed at the lack of decorum.

He turned to look back at me with surprise, “What?”

Well that wasn’t how I expected this to go.

“Ah…” I knew my cheeks were turning red, “Would you like to go on a date… With… Me?”

I quickly shook my hands in front of me, “Only if you would like to of course!”

“Oh.” He said as a pink hue dusted his own cheeks, “But you’re my general.”

“Not anymore.” I reminded him.

He thought for a moment before nodding, “If you would like to then I suppose I wouldn’t be against it.”

A small smile made its way across my face, “Tomorrow night then around 7? At that restaurant with the yellow stars on it? I think it was called…”

“Sol.” Tech answered for me.

I nodded quickly, “Yes! That one!”

“I have some things to tend to before that, but I should be done by then.” He answered, a small smile on his face.

I bit my lip with a nod, “I’ll see you there then.”

I don’t think I ran to find my best friend this fast in my life. The leader was teaching Omega how to through a knife by the tree line nearby and my heart warmed at such a father daughter display.

“Hunter!” I called out to him, he and Omega turning around, “Guess what! Tech said yes!”

A small smile crossed his face, “I told you he would.”

“Yay!” Omega cheered quickly jumping into my arms.

I picked her up and swung her around.

“We have to go shopping!” Omega quickly stated.

“Oh no.” I chuckled nervously, “I’m sure I have something-”

“No no! I’ve seen this in a holo movie. Tomorrow we have to find you the perfect dress!” Omega stated.

I couldn’t help the amused grin, wondering what tomorrow would have in store for me.

Omega woke me up earlier than I expected and was currently holding my hand as she led me towards the small city, “Hunter come on! We have to find her the perfect dress!” She called out to Hunter who trailed behind us with a tired look across his face.

I gave him a comforting smile, ‘sorry’ I mouthed to him. He only returned my smile with a small shake of his head to indicate that everything was okay.

“I think we should go in here!” Omega took us into a store.

“Welcome! How may I help you today?” The storekeeper asked. She had green hair, at least in her mid forties and a kind smile.

“We’re looking for a dress for her date tonight!” Omega pointed towards me.

“Oh! I suppose you two have a special evening planned then?” The shopkeeper said, looking between Hunter and I.

“Oh no.” I quickly shook my head, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “He’s my best friend.”

“I see.” She clapped her hands together, “Then follow me this way. I have the perfect array of dresses for you to pick from.”

She was right when she said she had an array of dresses, each one more beautiful then the last.

“No.” Omega shook her head at the first dress that was lime green.

“Definitely not.” She said to the orange one I tried on next.

“I agree with omega on this one being a pass.” Hunter raised an eyebrow at the hot pink puffy dress that was littered with sparkly bows.

“None of these seem to be working.” I laughed lightly after trying on a dozen dresses.

“Don’t worry! I have one more!” The dress keeper we came to know as Stella brought in one more dress hidden by a cloth, “I made this custom for a customer, but they just called to tell me they were canceling their order.”

“Thank you.” I said as I took the dress from her and entered the fitting room.

It was a minute before I stepped out into the main area.

Omega let out a gasp and her eyes lit up, “It’s perfect!” She tapped Hunter’s arm, “Look Hunter! Isn’t it perfect.”

Hunter looked up from where he was flipping through a magazine left out for guests. His eyes widened slightly at the site in front of him.

“Yes… It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” He hummed in agreement.

“Thank you Hunter, this one it is.” I smiled as I twirled into from of the mirror.

It was a little pass six-thirty as I did a once over my appearance. The red dress flowed perfectly around my figure, ending just above my knees.

“He’ll love it.” Omega smiled.

“You think so?” I asked nervously.

“Oh I know so.” She grinned, “And just so you know, I expect to hear full details as soon as you get back!”

I chuckled at her enthusiasm as I grabbed my purse and the single red rose, “I promise.”

The night air felt slightly humid as I walked along the cobbled streets to the restaurant. It felt almost like a dream… My first date and with a man I have adored since… Well since I met him.

It was 7 when I arrived at the restaurant and I waited outside patiently for him to show up. He should be here soon? I checked my transmitter for the time, the hour passing by slowly.

“Maybe he got held up.” I muttered as 7pm turned into 8pm.

Groups and couples began to fill into the restaurant and I began to worry that we wouldn’t be able to get a table. I’ll get us a table before it gets too packed in there. I decided before entering the restaurant.

“A table for two please.” I asked the waitress behind the short pillar, I looked to the pin on her dress to find that her name was Sarai.

“Of course.” She gave me a smile, “Will your partner be arriving soon then?”

I looked at the clock above her head to find that it was already 8:05. Giving her a smile I nodded my head.

“Perfect! Then follow me right this way please.” She said.

Sarai directed me past a few dinner tables that were already filled. We weaved our way to a small circular table seated right by the window, showing a nice view of the night sky and decorated streets. It was the perfect seating to spot Tech when he arrived.

“Thank you.” I nodded at her as she placed two menus down.

“You’re waitor will be right with you.” She smiled before walking away.

I placed the rose down on the table as I gazed out the big window to look for any signs of the intelligent clone.

“Hello there!” The simple phrase made my heart stop breathing.

I glanced up praying to the force that my old friend would be standing there with that scruffy beard of his. My gaze quickly flickered up to find kind blue eyes staring at me, but not the ones I had hoped to see.

“Hello.” I spoke softly trying to shake myself from the memories flooding my head.

A Twi’lek greeted me with a cheery smile, “My name is Indul and I will be your waiter for this evening.”

“Nice to meet you Indul.” I glanced at the clock, 8:15, “Do… Dates normally arrive late? Is it a code or something?”

“Not typically no…” His voice trailed off before looking at me with a brow raised, “Is this your first time on a date?”

I blushed as I muttered sheepishly, “Ah yes it is.”

“Shall I bring you something to drink while you wait?” He asked kindly.

“Oh! Sure.” I smiled before ordering a drink that sounded colorful, “I’ll take a tropical dune please.”

“Coming right up.” He smiled before leaving.

I glanced back at the clock, 8:30.

I placed the rose to the side. I dug in my purse for my transmitter, checking to see if he left a message which was sadly empty.

He’s probably just held up in that thing he had to attend to earlier. No need to panic.

“You’re drink.” Indul placed the sunset drink on a tray filled with small array of colorful pastry snacks, “And a small appetizer while you wait.”

“Thank you.” I smiled.

8:30 slowly turned into 9:40 as I stared out the window with worry. Dark clouds began to roll in as rain splattered against the glass. Had something happened to him? To the others? Were they in trouble?

“How are you doing? Would you like to order something?” Indul asked gently.

“Oh… Ah no thank you… I think I’ll go.”

“I’m sorry he didn’t…” Indul trailed off.

I shook my head gently, “It’s okay.”

“At least wait a bit to see if the rain will pass.” He suggested.

The dreaded feeling that my family was in danger overruled any logic that i should wait for the storm to pass.

“I’ll be alright.” I stated as I pulled out my wallet.

“Of course.” He nodded, “I will go get you the check then.” He said before walking away.

It was 10pm by the time I stepped out of the restaurant. I looked left and right, trying to squint through the rain just in case Tech would be right there.

To the lack of presence in his force near me, my heart dropped. I walked swiftly and carefully through the streets as the rain soaked through my dress. I knew my hair would be soaked and I would look like a wet cat by the time I got back to the ship, but I didn’t care.

It was 10:30 when I found myself in a ship all alone.

“Where is everyone?” I muttered, “Omega!” I called for her, praying to the force that she was alright.

“Hey!” She greeted as she stepped out of her makeshift room.

“Thank the force you’re alright.” I smiled in relief.

“I’m alright? But, how did it go?” Her brows furrowed, “Why are you soaked? Where’s Tech?”

“He didn’t show up. Where are the boys?” I asked quickly, my head going through multiple scenarios.

I placed my bag down, but kept the rose clutched tightly in my hand.

“At Sids bar…” She mumbled as she stepped down her ladder, “What do you mean he didn’t show up?”

“I don’t know what’s happened, but I need you to stay here and keep your comms on.” I stated as I patted her gently on the head, “I’ll be back soon.”

I grabbed my saber securing it under my dress before I quickly made my way off the ship and in the direction of the bar.

He couldn’t be there…

He wouldn’t forget…

They must be in trouble.

It was 11pm by the time I reached Sids.

I could faintly hear music blasting from outside, the rain muffling it along with the harsh winds. I felt the force waves of everyone inside, but found no feeling of dark intent.

I carefully grabbed the hand and stepped inside preparing myself for whatever may come. There seemed to be a large group of people either dancing or drinking at the bar. It was lively and fun…

I scanned the room, quickly finding Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo sitting at their regular booth. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

Their safe. Thank the force.

I looked around trying to spot the clone of the evening, torn between wanting him to be here and wanting him to be running around town looking for me to tell me about some wild adventure he had this evening.

It seems in a way he was having an adventure, just one that didn’t include me.

Every small glance, every late night talk, every smile I received from him came crashing down in a drowning sense of embarrassment as I watched Phee dance against him.

He seemed so happy… I didn’t know whether to be angry or sad about this revelation. That was supposed to be us tonight.

Tears filled my eyes as Phee leaned up to press a kiss against his lips, one that he returned without a fuss.

That was supposed to be me…

“General.” Hunter spoke as gently as he could.

When did he come over here?

“Why.” I had to swallow to get the ache out of my throat, “Why didn’t you tell me he…”

“I thought he canceled with you tonight… It’s unlike Tech to not go through with a commitment, I’m sorry.” He said genuinely.

“Well he didn’t tell me.” My voice was barely above a whisper, but he still heard me. He could always hear.

I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes in an attempt to compose myself.

“If you would excuse me. I’m going to head home. Have a nice night Hunter.” I whispered.

“I really am sorry. I know how much he meant to you…” His voice trailed off.

I stopped at his words, looking to the rose in my hand.

“There is no need to be sorry.” I said letting the flower fall from my hand, “Love is foolish for a Jedi.”

I walked out into the storm, wanting nothing more than to get home. At least from here the rain will hide my tears.

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[dawnagustd]

for hours couple can I get reader wanting to get her nails redone and asking jk what shape and style she should get and if he can pay for them and cus he's whipped he will 🤭

pairing: hours!jungkook x f!reader

genre: fwbs | neighbors to lovers

word count: 0.6k

rating: 18+

warnings: suggestive | strong language | jungkook grabs his dick once | just two idiots who like each other | a bit of insecurity but for a second only | mentions back scratching(the kinky kind)

author's note: This is a month after reader starts visiting Jungkook's apartment but they've know each other longer than this, of course. They're neighbors. I changed the prompt up a little bit because I felt like it'd be more meaningful if he just offered to pay instead of her asking. I think it suits their dynamics better. This can be read as a stand alone but this is the main story. Thank you @hobeemin for looking over this for me. I love you!!

“The usual, right?”

You look at your nails carefully, examining them before you answer. This shape makes your fingers look weird when you don’t choose the right polish. You miss the old days but you had to make some compromises. 

“Nah, let’s try short this time. Same shape,” you reply.

“What?!”

Both your nail tech and Jungkook, who’s paused his video game, look at you in disbelief. Like you're speaking gibberish.

“Why are you getting them short?” Jungkook asks.

Your phone sits on the device station propped against the mount so you can see the FaceTime call and check your notifications without messing up your nails.

You shrug your shoulders. “Just want something different, I guess.”

“You can just try another shape,” your nail tech suggests.

“Yeah, I agree,” Jungkook adds.

You roll your eyes because you don’t think it’s a big deal. You can’t get what you want so the length doesn’t really matter to you.

“Then what should I get then?” 

The question was directed toward your nail tech, but Jungkook speaks up instead.

“How you used to wear them... Like when you first started coming over to my place.” 

He picks up his controller and resumes his game while he talks to you, describing the shape he’s speaking of best he can. “The vampire shape. I like those; they’re sexy.”

“Dude, you mean coffin?”

Jungkook snaps his fingers. “Ah, yes. That’s it.”

You’d kill to have coffin nails again, but they’re too high maintenance for the kind of sex you and Jungkook have. Besides, you remember how badly you scratched up his back the first time he fucked you. You felt bad, so you changed the shape to oval so you wouldn’t hurt him as much.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “I like those a lot but I don’t wanna rip your skin open anymore.”

You mumble the last part so that only he can hear, and he responds with a laugh.

“I’m good, baby. I like pain.” Jungkook glances at his phone and winks.

Your nail tech can probably see steam rising from your cheeks because they’re on fire. Jungkook is smirking proudly, knowing he’s got a reaction out of you.

“Yeah, we really like those,” he adds, grabbing his dick. The lady walking past you chokes on air after looking the wrong way at the wrong time. You offer a small apology as you're ogling at the bulge forming in his sweatpants. “Matter of fact, how much are they?... Everything.”

“Like my entire appointment?... Gosh, I’m embarrassed,” you laugh.

“Yeah, all of it.”

You go over everything you’ve gotten done at the spa while Jungkook has paused the FaceTime call. You know he’s still listening because he gives an “mhm” every time you pause. Once you’ve come up with an estimate you look at your nail tech, who has your invoice and you’re given a nod, letting you know you’re in the right range.

You’ve been coming here since high school so you already know how much everything costs, but you still ask out of respect. You repeat the total so Jungkook can hear, thinking he’s about to tease you for spending so much, but to your surprise, he doesn’t.

“Cool,” he answers, switching back to the video call. “Hey, I’m gonna finish this game, but I’ll see you later, okay?”

Wow.

“Kay, bye.”

“Bye, love.”

When the call ends, your missed notifications come across your screen. A few from Instagram, Tumblr, and a missed call that says Spam Risk, but the last bubble grabs all of your attention. 

“He Cash App’d me. The fuck?” 

“Someone’s got a man,” your nail tech teases.

Your smile spreads before you can stop it. 

“Will you stop it? He’s not my man.”

Your argument is dismissed with a scoff. “Mhm.”

“I don’t, though.”

Not yet, at least.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfics #jungkook imagines #fic: hours #bts fanfics #bts x reader #bts imagines #sugakookitty

[celestial-specter]

So I finally got around to watching the first three episodes of the final season, and I’ve got to say, I’m very intrigued by the addition of the three clone cadets! Most of my interest comes from their names- and since I haven’t seen anyone else discuss them yet, I thought I’d throw my own thoughts out there.

As we have seen in many star wars projects over the years, character names seem to be overwhelming literal, either revealing elements of their background, or foreshadowing their future (think how in Rebels, Kanan means ‘little wolf’, while his true name, Caleb, means ‘dog’, foreshadowing his link to the Loth wolves.)

Of course, we know that the clones either name themselves or have the name bestowed on them by their brothers (think of Echo getting his name). The trio of clones that we meet in Paths Unknown are named Deke, Stak, and Mox. There hasn’t been much information released regarding at what age clones typically receive their names, however in the Clone Wars episode Clone Cadets, we see Cutup take his name from a trainer who criticizes him for his attitude. As that episode focuses on Domino squad’s final training simulation before graduation, and that they all appear to be fully grown adult clones, it can be assumed that they are all around ten years old, the same age of most clones sent to war. Given that we see Cutup choose his name during this episode, and that Echo is struggling with his nickname and remembering Fives’ name, it suggests that Domino squad had only recently begun thinking about what name they would choose for themselves.

While we haven’t been given a definitive age for Deke, Stak and Mox they are all still clearly children. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t even have names by the time they were taken off Kamino, and had to create names for each other while trying to survive on the planet they were stranded on.

To begin with Mox, his is the name I could find the least amount of reference for. There seems to be three possible interpretations:

Mox is a type of fuel designed for use in nuclear reactors.

Mox is a shortened version of moxie, meaning ‘energy, courage, and determination.’

Mox is the Latin word for ‘soon.’

I’m not overly drawn to the first idea, but I can understand the second - as Mox is clearly the eldest and protective over his younger brothers, I can see him taking a name which shows that side of his personality. I also see Mox as a direct parallel of Hunter; both are the eldest brothers of their respective groups, and are both incredibly wary of outsiders due to their need to keep their brothers safe.

However, I much prefer the third choice. The idea that Mox’s name means ‘soon’ can have both good and bad implications. For starters, Mox is clearly the most emotionally conflicted throughout the episode, unsure of his place on the mission, and of his place once they leave the planet. Hunter assures him that he has time to consider being something other than a soldier, and Mox offers his hand to Hunter. This action could be foreshadowing that soon, Hunter himself will be able to retire from this lifestyle, by finding Omega and Crosshair. Alternatively, Mox’s name meaning soon could be a very bad omen for the batch, as it could foreshadow the clone cadets being used as leverage against them (I’m thinking this could come into play when the empire attacks Pabu if the cadets are there).

Moving on, the word Deke was originally coined by Hemingway as a shortened form of the word decoy. We do not see him act as a decoy in any way during this episode, so I believe it is solely to foreshadow future events. Considering the many parallels drawn between Deke and Tech during this episode (e.g. Stak dubbing Deke ‘the smart one’ and Deke almost falling to his death in the base) his name meaning decoy only makes me more convinced that Tech is still around in some capacity (even if that capacity is just his body being used for cloning experiments).

Finally, Stak is most commonly considered to be an old version of the word stick, which makes sense when you consider the basic stick-based weapons that the cadets carry, and Wrecker’s first words to Stak and Deke when he meets them: ‘Blaster beats stick, kid!’ Knowing that the Star Wars writers love foreshadowing, this comment has me thinking things might not end so well for Stak. Interestingly, another link I found while researching this is that Stak is a common phrase in the Rogue Trooper series, in which a war is fought between facist Norts and democratic Southers (you can already see the obvious parallels to Star Wars here). In the series, in an attempt to win the war, the Southers create genetically engineered soldiers, but only one, known as Rogue, survives. Even more links involve one of the main stories of this series being titled ‘The Marauders’, and each one of the genetically engineered soldiers having a bio-chip in their body. While not a direct link, these coincidences do make me think there is a direct link between the two medias, it is possible that there is a fan of the Rogue Trooper series within the team behind The Bad Batch.

Either way, I’m very happy to finally be getting some explanation into what happened to the young clones who never saw the battlefield during the clone wars - though I am a little concerned that their worth being tied to their unexplored identity as soldiers could lead to them taking risks in further episodes in the hopes of proving themselves.

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[robertreich]

This One Thing Would Increase Wages By $300 Billion 

There's a dirty trick many employers use to keep workers from getting a better job.

Some 30 million Americans are trapped by contracts that say if they leave their current job, they can't work for a rival company or start a new business of their own.

These are called non-compete agreements.

They block workers from seeing higher wages or better working conditions. And they enlarge corporate monopoly power by stifling competition.

But a sweeping new rule from the Federal Trade Commission would put a stop to these non-compete agreements.

The FTC estimates that banning them could increase wages by nearly $300 billion a year overall by allowing workers to pursue better job opportunities.

But non-competes aren’t just bad for workers. They also harm the economy as a whole by depriving growing businesses of the talent and experience they need to build and expand.

Experts argue California’s ban on non-competes was a major reason for Silicon Valley’s boom.

For several decades, non-compete agreements have been cropping up all over the economy — not just in high-paying fields like banking and tech but as standard boilerplate for employment contracts in many lower-wage sectors such as construction, hospitality, and retail.

A recent survey found that non-competes are used for workers in more than a quarter of jobs where the typical employee only has a high school diploma. Another found that they disproportionately impact women and people of color.

Employers say they need noncompete agreements to protect trade secrets and investments they put into growing their businesses, like training workers.

Rubbish. Employers in states that already ban these agreements (such as California) show no sign of being more reluctant to invest in their businesses or train workers.

The real purpose of noncompetes is to make it harder (or impossible) for workers to bargain with rival employers for better pay or working conditions. Workers in states that have banned non-compete agreements have seen larger wage increases and more job mobility than workers in states where they are still legal.

As we learn again and again, the economy needs guardrails — and workers deserve protection. Otherwise, unfettered greed will lead to monopolies that charge high prices and suppress wages.

America once understood the importance of fighting monopolies. Woodrow Wilson created the Federal Trade Commission in 1914 to protect the public against the powerful corporate monopolies that fueled unprecedented inequality and political corruption.

In 1976, when I ran the policy planning staff at the FTC, it began cracking down on corporations under its then assertive chairman, Michael Pertschuk.

Corporate lobbyists and their allies in Congress were so unhappy they tried to choke off the agency’s funding, briefly closing it down. Pertschuk didn’t relent, but eventually he (and I) were replaced by Ronald Reagan’s appointees, who promptly defanged the agency.

Now, under its new Biden-appointed chair, Lina Khan, the FTC is back. Its ban on non-compete agreements nationwide marks the first time since Pertschuk that the agency has flexed its muscle to issue a rule prohibiting an unfair method of competition.

The rule is hardly a sure thing. I wouldn’t be surprised if the radical-right Republicans, now in control of the House, tried to pull off a stunt similar to what the House tried in the late 70s. And corporations are sure to appeal the rule all the way up to the Supreme Court.

In the meantime, kudos to Lina Khan and the FTC for protecting American workers from the unfettered greed of corporate America.

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[fanfoolishness]

Hello lovely! Adoring your blog!

Can I request something for your drabble post?

Was thinking (in keeping with current events lol)

Crosshair and Omega and 'Eclipse, Goggles'.

Maybe some fluffy angst about trauma bonding by watching an eclipse through Tech's spare goggles? 😭😅

Thank you! X

thank you so much for the prompt! This ended up being quite a bit longer than a drabble - nearly 1K. Enjoy!

under sun and shade

Omega and Crosshair share memories of Tech on a sunny day.

-

He finds her under the shade of a vast spreading tree, sunlight streaming through gaps in the leaves and catching in her golden hair.  Batcher frisks beside him, then lets out a happy bark, charging to Omega’s side and rolling on the ground beside her.  Omega pats her absently, then squints up at him.

”Hi, Crosshair.”

”You weren’t at lunch.  I told Hunter I’d check on you.”

She gives him a wan smile.  “You both worry too much.”

He raises his eyebrows.  This from the kid who’d been kidnapped by bounty hunters and the Empire, who still had the Empire after her.  “I’m not sure we worry enough.”

She chuckles a little, but it’s nothing like the laugh he’s gotten used to.  Crosshair frowns, leaning against the trunk of the tree.  His shadow blocks the dappled sunlight playing over her hair and face.  A guilty look crosses her face, and then he realizes what she’s holding.

Tech’s broken goggles.

He goes cold, despite the sunny day.

“I just…” She hangs her head.  “I miss him, Crosshair.  I thought maybe I’d go and think about him for a while.”

Crosshair swallows.  He’s not sure what to do here.  She left them to go off by herself.  Is he supposed to let her be?  “I can… leave you alone.”

Her face twists to one side.  She’s crying silently, trying not to show it.  For a moment he almost does leave — he’d want to be alone, if it were him (wouldn’t he?).  But that doesn’t feel right.  He sinks down to the ground beside her and reaches out, stiffly patting her on the back.

She curls up under his arm so quickly he’s taken by surprise.  He shifts his arm, brings her a little closer.  It’s strange, feeling like a shelter, like he’s… safe, for  her.  The chill in his chest fades.

”Don’t you miss him, too?” she whispers.

”Yes,” says Crosshair.  “Of course.”  A muscle works in his throat.  He closes his eyes, blinking back a sudden sting.  “Did he like it here?”

Omega laughs, though she still sounds teary.  “I think so.  I was remembering how he recorded all the birds.  Not just their calls, but everything to do with them — how their wings sounded when they flew, the sounds of the bugs they liked to eat, the noises their babies made.  He used to sit right here recording sometimes.  Then he’d play them back for me, telling me all their names.”  She lets out a long breath.  “I think talking about him helps.”

Scenes flash before him.  Tech in their quarters back on Kamino, acting out every new plan that came into his brilliant mind. The confident little smile he’d get, pulling off something insanely clever.  His voice rising with excitement when figuring out the twists and turns of a new language.  Understanding you does not mean that I agree with you.

Crosshair opens his eyes, looking out at the distant sea, the sunlight shimmering on the waves.  “Did he ever tell you about the eclipse on Ryloth?”

”No,” she says, scooting closer to him.  He squeezes her shoulder.  

“I was on watch.  Hunter and Wrecker were laying low, resting up for a night mission.  Tech was supposed to be, but he joined me.  He wouldn’t stop talking about an eclipse by the largest moon.”

“An eclipse? During your mission?” 

“It was very rare.  He knew exactly how rare, of course.”  Crosshair smiles slightly at the memory, though he’d been irritated by Tech’s chatter about the stages of the eclipse and Ryloth’s five moons and the fact that only the largest moon could initiate a total eclipse.

“Of course.”  Omega looks up at him, curious, her eyes dry.  “What was it like?”

“Strange,” Crosshair admits.  “The light went wrong.  We’d been on Ryloth for two weeks.  I thought I knew the place.  Until totality approached, and everything fell dark.  And quiet.”  

His arms prickle with goosebumps.  It’s still such a powerful memory, the shift in the light’s register, the deep unreal shadows descending upon the world before them, the noises he’d gotten used to in the distance faltering into silence.  And then Tech beside him, voice hushed: “Totality.  It will last for six point two minutes, and this planet will not see such a spectacle again for thirty years.  We will have no other chance to see this event on this world in our lifetimes -- now, Crosshair!  Look!”

Crosshair shivers.  “We’d seen a lot of the galaxy by then.  But that stays with me.  It was… beautiful.  And Tech wanted me to see it with him.”  

He tries to describe it to Omega, though his halting words are nothing like as clear as the memory he still carries.  The image flares in his mind once more, the sun a black upon black disk, a white halo of hazy corona swirling and shifting around its borders, its light not moonlight or sunlight but something else entirely.  He’d drunk it in, goosebumps rippling on his arms.  And then he turned to Tech, whose brown eyes were wide and unblinking behind his goggles, his face shining, transported.  “It is…” Tech paused, then shook his head, gazing up at the corona.  “It is beyond my ability to describe.”

Crosshair had just nodded.  “I think I know what you mean.”

They didn’t get to talk much about it after; the mission had taken precedence, and then there was the next mission, and the mission after that.  But every time it came to mind, his arms prickled, and he remembered Tech, his face glowing.

Omega shifts beside him, and he’s back on Pabu, on a bright sunny day beneath the shade of a drowsing tree.  She pulls away from his embrace, looking down at the goggles in her hands.  

“I like that story, Crosshair.”

He takes a deep breath.  Perhaps talking does help.

“I do, too.”

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