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nimata-beroya · 1 year

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MY THOUGHTS ON TBB 2×07 "The Clone Conspiracy" & 2×08 "Truth and Consequences"

Let me start by saying that these episodes didn't go as I expected. I had a whole (not very clear) plot in my head that did not happen. At all. But I love them! It had me on the edge of my seat the entire time!

My thoughts and reactions are below the cut

2×07 "The Clone Conspiracy"

I gasped when I saw 79's. In a weird way, I was surprised that was still functioning, which is stupid. Of course, it's still open. The Empire is trying to rid of the Clones, but they're not gone yet, so they still need a place to get hammered. Now, more than ever, I think.

As these 2 clones talk (Cade and Slip, my beloveds), it hit me that that bar played a part in another conspiracy. Argh! 😩 The feels!! Why?! 😭

And I'm now headcanoning that this guy here is either Cade or Slip (probably, Cade since he was the one who had second thoughts first)

*sighs*

Anyway, let's continue…

It hurts so much watching the clones deal with all the crap the Empire makes them do. I just want to hug them and protect them at all cost.

As much as it hurts, I knew Cade wasn't going to live much longer. And my thought at that moment about the assassin was, "please, don't be Crosshair. Don't be you. PLEASE!!" And the scope didn't look like his but I was not sure until they showed the helmet. Of course, then the question was who the hell is that?

Wait! They're saying that Kamino fell because of a massive storm?!?!! that's the worst excuse ever! like, how not everybody automatically knows that it's a big fat lie?! Kamino? A planet used to horrible storms, so their building were made for resisting those. That Kamino?! Honestly, Rampart has absolutely no imagination or logical thought.

Of Course! It's about that recruitment bill 🙄

BAIL!!! Bail is here!

RIYO!!! WOOHOO!! THAT'S MY GIRL, FIGHTING FOR THE CLONES!! I'm so ecstatic to see her (I knew she would, since I saw that leaked pic of her with Rex and the boys) and it's so good to watch her doing what she does best.

(My Foxiyo shipping heart is wishing to see Fox too, or at least that she mentions him or something. Just a tiny hint. I know it won't happen but dreaming cost nothing)

Hmm… Rampart, I see trouble coming your way. The Emperor has no patience for failure, and you are on very thin ice. And how apparent is that you know absolutely nothing about Riyo if you think she'll be appeased so easily. Oh boy! Your end is near, I think… Unless you have a card up your sleeve, which I doubt. Oh, I'm going to enjoy watching you fall so much 😈

Harsh words from Riyo, but true. You're not getting any younger, my dears. You're getting older twice as fast, in fact. I think not only the clones are guilty of ignoring that fact. In real life and when you're young, you think that it won't happen to you, until one day you get up and say "oh Fuck" and you're old. The sad thing is that as things are going, the clones won't have enough time to enjoy life before that happens 😣

Slip, what are you doing? Oh calling Rex? Yes, yes, yes!!!

Be careful Riyo, Rampart is a snake. Actually, that's an insult to snakes. But the sentiment applies. Good thing you're not stupid and didn't believe a word he said.

Ooooooh! Bail, nice! The King of clandestine meetings. This reminds me of the fic I need to finish writing. Opps! 😅 I'm all for Organa-Riyo secret rebel meetings.

Oh fuck! Riyo move!!! No no no no no, Slip come back! No! 😖😭😭 I knew it! RIP Slip 💔

Now, Riyo, RUN!!! Run like hell! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

YES!!!! REX IS HERE!!!!! Just in time. Phew!! Now let's see who this guy is.

Wait! Oh my goodness! 😳 he killed himself. Who's this guy and what happened to him, because this seems a little too extreme for a normal trooper. Even if as a "believer". Could've he been reconditioned? Is he one of the cadets of Kamino that went through a harsher brainwashing? What??!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! They can't leave it there!!! How dare they!! Thank God they released the next episode, too, or it'd have been a hell of a week waiting.

2×08 "Truth and Consequences"

Hey!! The boys! Finally! (Well, actually the previous ep was too good, and I missed them much less than I should have)

Oh, My boy Wrecker is taking a nap. But baby, in that position you'll get a kink on your neck. Mine hurts just by watching you.

GONKY!!!!!! Thank goodness you're all right! I was afraid that he was fried for good.

Oh, Omega is meditating. Nice (hmm, I can imagine what everyone fond of the idea of her being force-sensitive will say about this. I'm not on that wagon, tho) There! From her own mouth! She's not force sensitive.

Oh, Echo!! 🥺🥺 Can I hug you?

Ok, here we go.

Well, I'm just saying that Hunter have a point. The last place they should put a foot on IS Coruscant. He's not wrong about that. BUT... also with Rex's expertise of going in and out of it without raising alarms should reduce the risks. And it's for a very good cause, so, go, go, go.

That's how it's pronounced?! I've been saying Riyo wrong all along 😕

LOL! Omega always being cute with her little wave 😊

I love that Echo is ready to testify but, yep, that wouldn't go well. Deserters don't have much of credibility. Sorry Echo.

awwwww my girls together, yes! (and that's why Omega will see Palpatine. It makes sense now)

Riyo and Omega in the Senate reminds me of Padme and Ahsoka doing the same thing.

Wait! Shouldn't have Rampart recognize Omega? Sure, he can't even imagine CF99 is in Coruscant and Omega could be any girl, but like didn't he read the reports of every incident involving them? I'm sure in one of those says there's a girl, with Omega's description, among them. Or watched a surveillance footage, something, I don't know. Right? I mean, great that he doesn't recognize her, but it's weird.

Oh, yes! The ice under your feet is getting thinner and thinner, Rampart. I can hear it cracking 😈 Oh, your arrogance is your downfall. Nothing that Riyo can do? HA!! You won't know what hit you

Ugh! Omega, my poor innocent baby. Still so naive to the unfair reality of being a clone. My heart weeps for you

Hehe, Omega tailing along to the meeting with Bail. Such a confidence in her brothers.

UGH!! That old, obnoxious hag?! I hate Burtoni. Altho, I admit that she's caving in more easily than I expected, all thanks to Omega

Ok, Rex, who are those contacts? Wolffe? Cody? Or even Crosshair? Anyone we know? Tell me!! I wanna know!!!

Oh, poor my boy!! He's not having a good day. First, zapped when he bumped that machine and now dealing with his fear of heights. I must say that Wrecker is braver than anyone. He doesn't let his fear stop him.

Hurry up boys!! Ooooh!! More plans. And combined?!

Oh my gosh, Tech!! 😆😆 "I was off by 6.4 meters. Not my best."

Definitely not the best day for Wrecker. He deserves a hug from me 😊

Get him, Riyo!! You're so done, Rampart!

Oh, fuck! Palpatine 🤬

Told you Rampart! You're done (Altho, I thought he'd be around a bit longer, but his fall fits nicely with what I think it might be the rest of Crosshair's arc, so I'm ok with this. Of course, I wouldn't have complained if they had dragged Rampart's misery for a bit longer)

Ah, of course! I'm not even surprised that Palps spinned this to his favor anyway. I know clones are doomed no matter what they do. *Long-suffering sigh*

Wait, what? Echo? what? No!!! you can't leave 😭😭 I'm with Omega here 😭😭

😭😭😭 They're hugging!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Noooooooooooooo!!! Omega looks so sad 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I did not expect this to happen and, even if I don't like it, I get it. It's something Echo needs to do for himself. My only solace is that, happening now by mid-season, it almost certain that Echo will be back sooner than we think.

And I have very important questions after these episodes...

Crosshair, is he safe? Is he all right? Where is he?!!!

#episode review #tbb season 2 spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb s2 spoilers #tbb 2x07 the clone conspiracy #tbb 2x08 truth and consequences #tbb #the bad batch

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thebadbatch · 3 years

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Hey there! i was wondering if I could request a one shot with either Hunter or echo? with the sad prompt 7 & 9 as well as the scenario prompt 1?

A/N: Thank you for your request! I really hope you didnt mind me using both members - I couldn't choose! I hope you enjoy! :D

Hunter & Echo x Drunk!Reader

Plot: You're going through a tough time mentally, the last few missions taking a hold on them. With the comfort of some alcohol, Hunter and Echo are at your side in seconds to support you.

Warnings: Mentions of strong negative emotions, alcohol and being drunk.

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Loyalties.

Things had been way beyond tough through your newest missions with The Bad Batch. Missions were of course always difficult and unfortunately very dangerous, but things hit harder during the past mission and you had no idea why. Putting everything down to stress, you walked into the area of the Havoc Marauder where food and drink was kept. You were way too desperate for something to take your mind off of things and hopefully numb some of these feelings that were ripping through your body. It felt like you could cry, tears gathering in your eyes but you also felt like you could go out and do some knife practice on some trees to rid of the anger bubbling within your chest. Opening the cooling section, you grabbed whatever alcoholic was left, the batch didn't really drink but they were retrieved as gifts. Once the bottle was in your hand and open, you pushed the control panel and rushed outside not having an absolute clue where you were going as you'd never stepped foot onto this planet before. The rest of the batch had watched you leave, calling out to you in pure concern and attempting to help. Due to feeling all of these numerous emotions filling your body you couldn't hear them calling out your name or feel their light touch against your hand.

"What was that about?" Wrecker asked, rubbing the back of his head in concern and nervousness as a new wave of tension filled the attack shuttle. Hunter shrugged as he stood, flipping his knife back into its hold and watching you walk into the night chugging down whatever concoction lingered within the bottle. Echo leaned to feel the night air against his face, watching you grow further and further away from him.

"I have no idea." Hunter's words sliced through the tense atmosphere, turning to face Tech who was the most logical during any given situation. "What should we do?" Tech sat in silence for a moment, considering all options before settling on one after typing away into his datapad.

"Considering their actions I'd say to go after them- they need you both right now. Emotions can be extremely fragile and complex, I believe they need comfort-" Before Tech could even complete his rant, both Echo and Hunter rushed out into the dark desperate to hold you and attempt to make everything feel better. The grass was long as it practically gripped at their boots, swiftly still managing to avoid any rocks that blocked their path.

"This way." Hunter motioned, hearing your rapid breathing as they approached you slumped against a rock with a tear stained face and an empty bottle. Echo sighed gently at this, his face filled with concern as he knew about your extremely low alcohol tolerance. They both knew you'd be a little out of it and fragile, but they didn't expect your crying to fill the night air. Both men crouched beside you, Echos hand resting against your shoulder and Hunters hand against your leg as they did their best to comfort you.

"Y/n," Echo spoke gently, your red cheeks covered in tears made him feel like he could break. You were like their life-line so when you were down they most certainly felt your pain. "What's going on, Mesh'la?" You responded with a stifled sob as you shook your head, bringing your knees to your chest for some sort of comfort.

"We can't help unless you talk to us, my love." The words they used any other day would have brought a beautiful smile to your face, but it just didn't work today.

"Leave me alone, please." Your voice sounded so broken, hiccups filling the pause.

"We won't ever leave you, y/n - talk to us please?" At this point you couldn't help but cry even more, gripping your clothes for more mustered comfort and warmth.

"Why can't you just leave me?" Your voice was borderline a shout due to your crying but that didn't stop them from flinching a little at this very rare tone. "I don't want to be here, everything's too much - just leave me for a while." Hunter brought you against his chest as Echo held your clenched fists which soon at his soothing touch, became gentle hands that held his own.

"We won't ever leave you, understand?" Hunter's voice was stern, but it seemed to ground you even with all of the alcohol buzzing within your mind. "You're our priority y/n." Your cries had since stopped at their soothing touch and words - your head clearing from the waves of emotion and just leaving you with the alcohol blurring your thoughts.

"Where do your loyalties lie?" You asked, hiding into Hunter a little more as he played with your hair with Echo gently rubbing your hands. The question confused them at first, but Echo just nodded toward Hunter to answer the question with him especially since it may help you. Echo took a gentle breath as your hand ensured it was holding his own.

"Mine lay with the republic even if it's gone, and it lies with our team here - The Bad Batch." You nodded at his response, humming softly in understanding before gazing at Hunter for his response.

"Mine lay with The Bad Batch, my brothers and you." The tears soon stopped and gentle sniffles replaced them. " How about yours?" You were quick to answer as it had been playing on your mind for the past few missions.

"You two and the others." They smiled at your reply as Hunter stood holding you in his arms and walking slowly back to the Marauder to get you some well needed and well deserved rest. "Please don't ever leave me?" Your voice pleaded, the question sounding desperate for their affirmation that they weren't leaving you any time soon.

"Y/n, we won't ever leave your side. I state upon the galaxy." Giving a soft nod, your eyes shut against Hunter's chest - being lulled to your slumber with Echos words.

Once they had finally returned, the other members couldn't help but sigh out in relief that you were safe and back with them - clearly calmed against the emotions that fought you.

"Good, they're safe." Tech smiled, pushing his goggles up as he hummed. "I'll prepare some medicine for when they wake, drinking truly isn't their strongest skill." The others chuckled lightly before Echo shushed them, afraid they'd wake your tired state up.

"Let's get them to bed." Hunter nodded toward Echo, leading him into his room and laying you against his bed - both boys laying beside you to protect you and be there for when you wake, ready to do whatever they can do to make life less stressful for you. Once you woke, you knew Tech would be shoving medicine, water and a ration bar in your face whilst telling you about every single hangover cure known to the galaxy. Wrecker would be teasing you about stealing the drink whilst Crosshair would grin at you when seeing you wrapped in both Hunters and Echos arms. For now though you had the entire night to lay in their arms, sure and protected with their loyalties belonging with you and yours with them.

"Goodnight, Mesh'la"

#the bad batch #Tbb #Hunter #Echo #Fanfiction #Starwars #x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Human!Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?

Notes:

This is not inherently romantic, at all. Or sexual. Just... Freddy being a bastard, and you are caught in the crosshairs- and are forever linked with him because of it.

I've been listening to Lizzie, a lot lately- and this is inspired by 'What The Fuck Now, Lizzie!?'

Also- I'm thinking this will have a part 2. Due to the ending not being quite enough. Maybe a part for the court proceedings!

Plot: Many will know the story of that terrible day Krueger essentially snapped- killing his wife, Loretta Krueger. She saw the basement, they say, and he didn't like that. Their daughter saw the whole thing and suffered a traumatic response to seeing the sight of her mother, strangled to death, by her father- and forgot the whole thing.

But if she were to remember something, one day.

She may remember something no one knows about that day, aside from Freddy himself.

She may remember, that someone else was there.

She may remember you.

Alternatively- you're being blackmailed by Freddy who found out you, another supposedly Plain Jane in Loretta's 'mothers club', is cheating on your husband and calls you up to help deal with the mess he made. Because who else did he have?

Warnings: Okay lemme see, its basically a potluck of triggers. Hm. Murder, swearing, cheating (You, on your husband. Not with Freddy), getting rid of a body, a child gets traumatised (Obviously, Kathy/Maggie), Freddy himself, mention of the basement and all that entails, reader with a very questionable moral compass. Look, I think if you can watch Freddy's Dead, you're good here.

I'm just heading out the door, to go grocery shopping - or, at least, that's the story I tell my husband. When really I don't do the grocery shop until the day after tomorrow. He never notices... - when the phone rings. By very nearly tripping over my feet in my endeavour to catch it before the ringing stops, I manage pick up the phone with very little injury besides an achy, slightly twisted ankle. "Hi! Hi, sorry, I'm here. Hello?"

Pouting, I sit down at the kitchen table; Rubbing my poor ankle to sooth the pain, which would soon diminish anyway. Still- I'm sorry, ankle. I'll try to chill.

When the voice on the other end reveals who it is who's called the house, I lose all need to be pleasant. Damn. I really need to memorise this goddamn number... so I can not answer it. "Whatcha wearin'?"

"Thank god Harrison didn't answer this, you fuck." I deeply roll my eyes. Thank god Har's out. No, this is not my mister, not the man I was going to meet just now- but its bad, enough. In an entirely different way. Its stupid, blackmailing, son of a... hundred maniacs. "What do you want?"

"What a way to answer the phone, Y/N. Gee, seems like every time I we talk, I'm learning how you really aren't in the right place, are you? Cheating on your poor husband, swearing... These aren't really signs of the perfect suburban house wife, is it?" Gritting my teeth, I keep from lashing out. I've learned, if you stay real quiet, Freddy wont have anything to pull from and will get bored quick. "Why so silent, hm?"

"... " Oh, fuck me. I cant help it. "Wondering where you get off judging me on being 'suburban', actually."

"Anywhere I like, thanks."

Oh... oh. Gross?

He doesn't see the disgust tearing my face into two perfect halves right now, but my silence must be enough as he laughs. The sound is directly into the phone, and harsh on my poor eardrums. Ugh... "Oh for gods sake... What are we? Fourteen years old?? Come on- why'd you call?"

"Uhhhh... " Quickly, midway through that drawn out 'um' sound, Freddy's voice transitions, and gets a whole lot darker. Something deep in his chest dislodging, to make it so. Perhaps, his heart. "Well... you might wanna come and see for yourself."

"Uh, I don't think so. I have somewhere to be right now- "

"Oh well you don't, anymore." And its clear what he isn't saying- or else I'll tell Harrison about Carter and set your life on fire. "Tell your boy toy you're takin' a reign check for the day. I think you'll last. In fact... after you come over here, you might be out of the game for a couple a hours at least- maybe days."

Hold on, hold on Freddy what the fuck- "What!?"

"... Believe it or not, I didn't actually mean for that one."

Moron.

Nevertheless, no matter how just... off setting, Freddy is, I had to when he asked. I had to jump when he said so.

Because if not, then he would tear my life apart.

So here I am, about to knock on that big red door he lives behind, wondering what I'm walking into. Where's Loretta? Where's Kathy? How long will the visit be? I told Carter I'd be an hour or two late- any longer and I wont see him at all today. Which would absolutely suck.

Just after my knuckles come down on the wood the first time, a hand comes down on my shoulder and I immediately jump out of my skin... then slowly look around.

There's Freddy, a cheeky grin on his face. It does nothing to set my nerves at ease. "Ugh... Why are you out here?"

"We're going to the backyard. Lets go." Taking me by the shoulders, he marches me around the side of the house, instead of through it for some reason, and into the familiar backyard. I've been here numerous times, as Loretta likes to hold our club meetings here - Barbecue's, tea's... that sort of thing. Just to let the kids play together and so the adults can enjoy some adult conversation. Its a nice yard... but depending on what her horrid husband is about to show me, it may not be considered as such anymore... - , but I'm now starting to develop a sick feeling in my stomach.

Honestly- I don't know much about Freddy at all. Yes, I went to school with him, but that doesn't mean much when he was a freaky loner kid the whole time. I remember he killed the class hamster once- that's about the only splash he ever made in the news pool; But it definitely stuck.

Yes, Loretta cleaned up his image a fair bit since getting married, but now he's blackmailing me, and as far as I know I'm now alone with him.

Suspicious of him suddenly, I slip out of his grip with a dirty look flashed his way. Don't touch me.

He just rolls his eyes, leading me around some hedges.

And then everything stops.

Him, me, the air; The air around me, the breeze, the breath in my throat.

There lays Loretta, on the ground. If I was really really naïve, I could imagine she were sleeping... or passed out, at least, due to the way she's sprawled out. No one would lay down like that willingly.

But... her eyes are open.

For a moment I'm tempted to kneel down; Take a closer look. Find out how, myself. Is she bleeding anywhere that I cant see now? Are her lips turning blue? If I moved some short red hair out of the way- would their be marks on her neck yet?

But then I come to my senses...

And freak. The fuck. O u t.

"What, the fuck, did you do!?" I whip around, looking at Freddy now which entirely new eyes. I mean, before I sure wasn't fond- but now I'm filled with something new, looking at him. Something a lot worse, something that makes me want to run. Run, and hide, and stay there.

And all these, even though he hasn't really changed. He still wears a mischievous smirk, stony blue eyes eating up my reactions... like always. But this time its just so so much worse. "Made some dead weight- now you're gonna help me get rid of it. So!" Finally, though its been only a matter of seconds, he turns his gaze off of me and I'm glad. That gaze is far too heavy. "Ideas?"

Only for a moment am I lost for words, struggling to push anything out. "I... I'm sorry??"

His gaze returns to mine, but this time my eyes are hard as his are dark. "Help. Me. Get rid of her. Fucking. Body. Or do you want your dirty laundry aired for the whole community to hear?"

Before I can help myself, I let out a sharp laugh, only succeeding in making Freddy's scowl deeper. "Freddy- this secret's a lot bigger, then mine. Sure, I might get divorced- but you're going to prison!" Does he get that? He's g o i n g to j a i l. Crossing my arms, I try to avoid looking at my ex-friend's body. I cant. "I'm sure as hell not gonna be in there with you, for being an accomplice."

I really cant look at her... I can only focus on Freddy. And that takes a lot of energy- its taking everything in me, in fact. Everything I have. But I have to. If its him or her, there's no choice.

But... then a creepy smile spreads across his face- a vast polarity to the frustrated glower of before. It makes my blood run cold.

"Ohhhh..." He looks almost ferocious, even in his composed state. Like a monster. Like any moment a fanged, inhuman creature is going to burst out of him and I'm going to wake up, and this will have been a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. The kind where that creature haunts me for a long time, after its over. After this over.

He's going to haunt me.

"You must think this is my first time... " My heart turns to ice, mouth hanging a little open... what the fuck have I found myself a part of!? Suddenly all the children's disappearances on the news lately come to the forefront of my brain... "Sweetheart, give a man his dues. I'm a hard working kinda guy... " I watch his gaze flicker to a door - the back door? No... The basement door, - and when a filthy smirk pulls at his mouth, my heart flies up into my throat. God, it makes me feel sick. I want to be violently ill. "My first was my adoptive Dad... pretty sick, huh?"

The fact that he didn't say anything about the basement, makes my imagination go wild. I swallow it down, though.

I just need to get out of here, and never think about this again.

And to do that I need to help Freddy get rid of this goddamn body- and... probably... testify at court... As the panic starts to finally rise up in my, right up to fill my throat, I immediately take in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Okay... " No time to freak out. Now's the time for action.

Gaze flickering to Loretta again, I try to acclimatise to the sight. I think its a lost cause, though. "How did you get rid of him? Your Dad?"

"No, that's not gonna work. He was a drunk dead beat, and I just had to tell the police some guy's he owed money to came over to the house." Freddy grins happily at the memory, but then just as quickly, scowls at his poor deceased wife's body- that certainly cant fight back. I just tack this onto the long list of reasons I hate him. "Lore's such a goddamn goody goody- we cant do the same thing. You don't think I woulda thought of that??"

"Hey." I snap, hands braced on my hips as I flash a glare his way. "This is not the time to get defensive!"

"Whatever... "

Then- suddenly, something occurs to me. Confused, I look around; A deeply horrified feeling disturbing my stomach. "Hold on... Where's your daughter?" Seeing no sign of her anywhere, I definitely start to panic again- especially when I look to Freddy and just see a pert look in his eyes as he looks back at me, a smile that strikes something horrid inside me. My eyes narrow. "You sick fuck- where the fuck is she!??"

"Under the bed."

"What the fuck does that mean!?" I exclaim, frustrated and freaking out. He did not- he did not! Killing your spouse is one thing, but the kid?? Your own kid??

I don't wait around for him to be cryptic some more, and rush right into the house to look for her. Under the bed, under the bed, under the fucking bed...? Which fucking bed!? Forcing ferocity out of my voice, I carefully call out to Kathy. Hoping to god she answers. I try to sound normal. Maybe a little bit cheerful; Excited.

But my voice wobbles.

"Kathy?? Sweetheart, its Y/N! Are you hiding? I have something for you... " ?? You have something for her, Y/N?? God... now you have to figure out some kind of treat.

You know what? Whatever. We'll figure that out later.

Lets just hope we aren't searching for a corpse. I'd definitely be sick, seeing a child... the way Loretta is...

Shaking my head and clenching my fists, I try to focus on Kathy.

I check under the bed in the guest room because it comes into view first and she isn't there, then her bedroom and she isn't there either... and get a sick feeling as soon as I enter the last bedroom. Freddy's and Loretta's.

God, I've never been in here before but its like a museum peace now. A horrible one. Like if you would walk into the Titanic... or the Borden house.

"Kathy? You in here?" Flicking on the light I kneel down on the ground, and check under the bed.

And something immediately crashes over me, as the sight of her covering her eyes down there. It isn't exactly relief, because this whole situation is still phenomenally fucked up for her, but I am selfishly glad to not have to see her body... crumpled, just like her mother.

"Hey sweetheart," My voice quivers slightly now, but I quickly swallow. No. No. Now, you must be strong Y/N. "Its just me. Your Daddy was looking for you, and couldn't find you! It got him worried!"

"I... I don't wanna see Daddy. He hurt Mommy." Kathy doesn't remove her hands from her face, and stays firmly by the wall- too far away for anyone to grab. My heart sinks.

Slowly straightening up again, I try to take that piece of information in. Turning to the doorway, I see Freddy there. he must have followed me. I didn't even notice. Slowly, and quietly ferociously, I say; "She saw?!"

He has the good sense to look embarrassed, even if it is just to make fun of me. "It was spur of the moment... " He shrugs. "I didn't have time to get a babysitter!"

What a fucking excuse. For gods sake.

I'm definitely dealing with a psycho- if that was even a question before now.

Swiftly, I look down under the bed again, because I'm afraid that if I continue to engage with him- I'll scream, and I'll lose my breath, and I'll scare Kathy even more. She's at the forefront of my mind; That's all I can think about.

But what to do with her after I get her out from under this bed, I don't know. I cant give her back to her father... but I cant hand her over to the police either because that would involve telling them about Loretta, and... Freddy will definitely kill me, for that.

This is a nightmare of a situation.

I'm just opening my mouth to say something - what, I don't know yet, - when she speaks, instead. "Is he there?"

"... Yes." I wont lie to her; That would be treating her with not nearly as much respect as she deserves.

When she takes a deep breath and rubs her eyes, as if just trying to keep herself together, my heart clenches. God... and to think I might not have picks up Freddy's call today. I would have been leaving her with this. For the first time today, I'm morbidly glad I came.

She speaks in that loud, hissy way that kids think is a whisper. "Can he... can you please make him go away?"

Immediately I straighten back up and look to Freddy again, my eyebrows raised halfway up my forehead. Like well? "Get out."

"I don't think you're in a position to make demands here, bi- "

"Do you want Kathy to live down there now!??" I snap, trying not to be scared. Not really feeling scared, actually. Just happy to have a reason to tell him to get the hell away from me.

A deep frown creases his mouth, deeply unhappy about the situation, but steps back. I only hear him step out of the way of the door, but its good enough. Quickly, I get up and close the door - fighting with myself not to slam it, - and lock it.

Then I return to the floor, and see this time Kathy has uncovered her eyes. She looks so small, smaller then she actually is, and she looks like she's shaking. Little red bows and piggy tails in her hair are messy from crawling under the bed. "He's gone, sweetheart. And I locked the door."

She just nods, so I take the silence as a chance to offer my hand to her. "Take my hand, sweetie? Come on out from under the bed. Its cold down there, and no one wants you getting sick." I need to upkeep the family friend bit, I need to sound caring and collected. I need her to trust me.

Her big eyes, not Loretta's colour or Freddy's, look nervous as hell. And she shakes her head.

Taking a deep breath, and I conjure all the sincerity as I can. And mean it. My eyes soften and I try really hard, to resent myself as someone trustworthy- which is hard, seeing as I've never really been that. I mean, I'm cheating on my husband. I told Carter today the same lie I told Harrison when i knew I was going to be late. The only person I think who knows the truth behind all my lies is Freddy. That says something about a person, that the only person who knows them is a psychopath.

But I want to, I need to, be good for this little girl. And there's no time for me turn my life around so it has to start with this. How fucked is that?

"... I promise, I'll take care of you. He wont hurt you."

After a few whole minutes, in which I stay silent because yes she's a child, but she's still thinking, she crawls over and takes my hand, letting me lead her out. Crawling into my lap as I cross my legs under her, she buries her face in my shirt- hiding. "You promise?"

Taking a deep breath, because I've really done it now, I offer my pinky for her to see if she turned her head. I know Freddy's listening to all of this through the wall, but I try not to freak out. "Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear." She peaks out from my shirt, and curls her little finger around mine. Okay... "Y/N... I'm scared."

"Yeah... Me too, sweetie."

What am I going to do?

#Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Slashers #Slashers x Reader #Fem Reader #Freddy Krueger #Loretta Krueger #Katherine Krueger #Kathrine Krueger #Maggie Burroughs #Oneshot #Freddy Krueger x Reader Oneshot

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Birthday’s

“For a prompt, maybe a Hunter and reader fic where the bad batch help celebrate the reader's birthday? Maybe some fluff or smut?“

Thank you so much for the request, and thank you SO so much for the donation!! I appreciate it more than words can say!

Word count: 2470

*takes place pre-Echo

Birthday’s weren’t really a big deal in the GAR, seeing as though the Jedi were taught to remove any attachment to the day of their births; the clones didn’t even have birthdays that they knew of; and any civilian officer was likely too busy to remember, let alone to celebrate. It just wasn’t something that you did often. Of course, you knew your birthday – knew the exact date and time, because as a child, you had asked your mother about it every single year until you memorized the time to the last minute.

At one point in your life, your birthday had been your favorite day of the year. More so than Life Day, even. You had always loved the festivities – the focus on you; people showing how much they care about you; not to mention the gifts and the celebrating. You’ll never forget the year you became legal to drink, and your friends had taken you out for fun. It had been a night to forget – though the events leading up to the drinking were fond ones that you will treasure forever.

That time of year was drawing near again, and you couldn’t help but talk about it to the boys – who you’d been on assignment with for the past several months – in fact, it had almost been a year. You figured they wouldn’t like you talking about your birthdays of the past much, considering that they’d never really experienced a birthday, but to your surprise they all encouraged you to keep talking.

“When I was really little, my parents filled my entire bedroom with balloons, so that it would surprise me when I woke up – only I woke up too early, and I sat alone in my bedroom for hours just playing with the balloons. When my parents came to check on me, they couldn’t stop laughing.” You explained with a little laugh. It was early, and you all were drinking cups of caff. You swirled yours around, letting the swirl entrance you deeper into your memories.

“Then, when I was a teenager,” You smile, this memory a particularly pleasant one. “Me and some friends went out to this bakery with her parents – they had money, like they had mad credits. They took me cake-tasting to decide which kind I liked best for my cake, they told me that was my present from them. I wasn’t going to complain- free cake!” You laugh. “Anyways, I tried this one kind, (your favorite cake here), and it literally change my life- I’ve never had any cake that was as good as that. It’s kind of hard to find, but there’s a really nice bakery on Naboo that has it for a lot cheaper than the fancy place did.” You explain, considering making a special trip just for some cake, then immediately telling yourself that it’s a stupid idea.

“What about when you were an adult?” Crosshair asks. “Surely it gets more boring.”

“Oh, it does,” You laugh. “It gets so kriffing boring after a while. But, certain ages grant you certain milestones. Like, when you turn twenty, they let you drink. My twentieth birthday was insane- my friends made me go out to this bar with them – they were all older than me – and they ordered this drink for me, it tasted like starcherries and Mandalorian oranges – it was so good.” You exclaim, missing the taste of your first (legal) drink. “Anyways, they called it a Sailor’s Sunset, I think? But, it was a super fun night, we danced for hours, and I met this really cute guy, and… Well…” You laugh, cheeks heating up at the memory. “Anyways!” You exclaim, clearing your throat. “It was a really fun night. I also learned that I could shoot Corellian whiskey better than any of my friends.”

“Bet you can’t shoot it better than us.” Hunter teased.

“You’re probably right,” You laugh. “But I’d be willing to give it a shot.” You joke, and there’s a chorus of groans at your terrible pun that you couldn’t help but to make.

“So, when is your birthday, anyways?” Tech asks, ready to mark it in his holopad.

“It’s next week, on the second.” You explain. Not that you’d been keeping track of the days when you thought it might be close – not at all. That most definitely was not the case.

The night of the first, when you fell asleep, the boys all got up and got down to business.

“Okay boys,” Hunter began. “This has to be special. We want her to feel like she’s one of us, right?” He asks, and they all respond “Right!”.

“Crosshair, you’ve got the whiskey?” He asks.

“And the mixers.” He says. He didn’t know how to make a Sailor’s Sunset, but he was willing to give it a try, for your sake.

“Wrecker, you’ve got the balloons?”

“Yep! I might’ve gotten too many, though.” He says.

“No such thing- this is Y/N we’re talking about.” Hunter replies. “Tech, you’ve got the cake?”

“Took it out of the freezer yesterday, it should be defrosted by morning.” He replies. Getting the cake from Naboo without you figuring out what they were doing had been a challenge, but they had just barely managed to pull it off while you were in the refresher.

“Alright,” Hunter said, satisfied. “Bad Batch, let’s throw Y/N a birthday to remember.” He says with a smile, and they all get down to work. They all start blowing up balloons, with a goal to fill the barracks with the blown up latex. Wrecker had gotten different types- colorful ones; black and white ones; he even had found some that when blown up would read “happy naming day!” which was as close to “happy birthday” as he could find. They meant the same thing, more or less. He just hoped you didn’t get offended by the slight difference.

It took hours to blow all of the balloons up, but once it was done, there was a thick layer covering the floor, as well as a few smuggled into your bunk with you – but just a few, so you likely wouldn’t pop any and scare yourself awake. Though, Crosshair thought that would’ve been kriffing hilarious. Mean, but hilarious. He figured if it happened, you’d end up laughing once the initial fear wore off – he knew your sense of humor pretty well. But, still, Hunter refused to let him risk it.

“Wait,” Tech began. “Does anyone know how to make her caff?”

“I do,” Hunter answered. “She likes it the same way I do. She told me that before.”

“We’ll have to wake up before she does.” Crosshair says.

“That won’t be too hard,” Hunter answers. “Her alarm is always set for 0700, we just have to wake up before then.”

“How do you know that?” Tech asks.

“We usually wake up at the same time. You catch on to things like that after a while.” He replies with a shrug. He was used to waking up with you, the two of you would often talk over your morning cups of caff before the others woke up. It was the one time of day where there was no stress- just peace between the two of you. It was easy to forget about the war in times like those, which meant everything to you both. Neither of you would ever miss a morning, both cherishing your morning caff-sessions more than either of you would admit. During these early-morning moments, the two of you had gotten very close with each other, and shared very intimate conversations. Secrets were shared, as well as light-hearted compliments. You had a feeling the long-haired Sergeant liked you, which was good, because you liked him as well, though neither of you would confess. The early mornings weren’t a time for heavy confessions like that. But your birthday? Oh, your birthday might be, Hunter thought, mentally preparing himself for that night.

The boys had picked out a planet that they knew had a lake that was safe to swim in, with little risks for attack. Just private enough to take the night off and celebrate over drinks, cake, and swimming. Tech had put in the coordinates, and you were currently on your way there.

When you woke up, it wasn’t to your alarm blaring- it was to the smell of caff, and the boys saying, “Happy birthday!”. You smiled and groggily rubbed your tired eyes, looking up at them all with looks of adoration.

“You guys didn’t have to— Balloons!!” You cut yourself off, getting excited about seeing all the multicolored latex bulbs all over the ground, and all over your bunk. “Did you guys really-?”

“We did.” Hunter says. You sit up and he hands you the cup of caff. You take a sip and smile; it’s exactly how you’d make it for yourself. You can’t help but sway back and forth in happiness.

“Maker, you guys are my everything.” You say, taking a sip. “Thank you.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” Tech says. You get out of your bunk, and follow them out to the main area, where you see balloons strung up on the wall messily that say: “Happy naming day!” and your smile is so wide that it hurts your cheeks. Then you see the cake box, and you gasp.

“You didn’t-!”

“We did.”

“When?!” Your voice had jumped several octaves in your excitement, and you felt bad for Hunter, though he was smiling at your excitement. He didn’t give a damn that you were yelling, or how high your voice had gotten. He was just happy that you were happy.

“When we went to Naboo last,” Tech answers. “It’s been in the freezer.”

“How didn’t I notice anything—”

“That’s sort of what we’re known for, Y/N.” Hunter smiles.

“Yeah, but—” You can’t help the tears of happiness that well in your eyes, your heart swelling in your chest. You can’t believe that they’d go through all of this just for you. Crosshair puts a hand on your shoulder, and you quickly turn to just hug him. It catches him off guard, but he smiles regardless, holding you in return.

“Thank you guys.” You sob. “I love you all so much.”

“We love you too, Y/N.” Hunter says, preparing to say something slightly different later. But that could wait for now.

“Looks like we’re approaching,” Tech says, checking the navigation. You would’ve asked which planet, though you knew he wouldn’t tell you – Tech always made you guess where you were going. Always. You weren’t complaining, though, it was always a fun game, not to mention a good way to boost your memorization of the planets.

Once you were landed, you stepped out and realized that you were staring at a lake. Not a grimy pond, but a real, actual lake. The water was so clear that you could see to the bottom – it didn’t look too terribly deep, either. A long time ago you had told the boys that you loved swimming, you were surprised that they even remembered the comment.

You decide to all swim in your blacks to avoid any awkwardness with you being the only naked female around, which you’re thankful for. Though of course, the boys take their shirts off at least. You do your best not to stare at Hunter or his impressively toned muscles—You absolutely do not get caught by Crosshair, who laughs at you, but promises to keep your secret. You swim around for what feels like hours. You’re in and out of the water until the sun starts to go down, and you suggest drinks. You all climb out and start trying to dry off. Tech gets the cake cut, and Crosshair pours a round of shots for everyone. You take yours and grimace at the taste- it had been awhile since you had Corellian whiskey. It had been a long while.

“What’s that face for?” Hunter teases. “Thought you said you could out-drink us.”

“I said I might be able to.” You laugh. “If you’re looking for a challenge, Sarge, you’re on.”

“You don’t want to do that,” He laughs.

“Trust him, you don’t.” Wrecker tacks on, clapping his brother on the back. “He can even drink me under the table.”

“How—”

“Here, try this,” Crosshair says, thrusting a glass filled with a peachy-pink drink in it at you.

“What is it?” You ask.

“It should be a Sailor’s Sunset.” He sighs. You giggle – the color’s all wrong. But you try it regardless, and it’s shockingly just as good as you remember. You hum in appreciation.

“It’s really good,” You smile at him. “But it could use a smidge more cherry.” Crosshair smiles, pleased with himself for guessing the drink correctly.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Hunter speaks up, nodding away from the others, towards the tree-line. You follow him over, and he down the shot in his hand before continuing.

“I figured now’s a good time to tell you,” He says, and pauses. You know where he’s going with this before he even starts, and you can’t help the smile that takes over your face. “I—”

“I like you too, Hunter.” You say, cutting him off.

“I don’t think you understand how much,” He says. “I’d do anything for you, Y/N.”

“Trust me, I understand.” You gently caress his cheek with your free hand. He leans into your touch, looking at you with a softness in his eyes that was usually reserved for your early morning chats. You don’t need to say more- neither of you do. He leans forward and kisses you, your lips connecting in a slow, passionate dance. You only break apart when you hear cheering from behind you, where the boys are watching with smiles on their faces.

“I love you, Hunter.” You say quietly, your nose brushing against his; his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiles.

After several shorter kisses, you all go back to the ship and enjoy some cake. It’s just as good as you remember it being all those years ago, and you thank them ten-fold for it. For everything. You cry again as you thank them, and Hunter wraps an arm around you. Wrecker is on your other side, and he wraps an arm around both you and Hunter. Hunter gestures for Tech and Crosshair to come over, you all move to the floor. Crosshair leans against Wrecker, and Tech settles between your legs, leaning back against you as your arms wrap around him.

“I love you boys.”

“We love you too.” They all reply, and it doesn’t take long for you all to fall asleep like that. It’s heaven, you think. This was just simply heaven.

#the clone wars x reader #the bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #lots of fluff #love #lottttts of fluffy loviness #the boys care about you #so fucking much #birthdays #birthdays with the bad batch

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thicctails · 3 years

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Summer Of Whump Day 18 [Collapse/Beaten]

This one is such a mix of fluff and whump, I love it!

“She’s so pretty! Do you think she’ll let me do her hair?”

“He’s so pale… is that normal for humans?”

“For some of us, yes.”

“I think they’re waking up…”

“Oh, Tiger’s right! Step back, little ones.”

Omega groaned softly, blinking blearily. The Force nudged her, urging her to open her eyes. She obliged, opening her eyes and allowing her vision to come into focus. Her breath caught in her throat when she spotted a scaly, toothy muzzle right in front of her face. She yelped and scrambled back, tripping over something. She heard a grunt from beneath her, and a quick glance down revealed that it was Cal that she had tripped over. The duo quickly moved into a defensive position, her back against his as they called out to the Force.

A group of people had surrounded them, all from varying species. They were all different ages as well, ranging from a mature adult to a young toddler. They didn’t look aggressive, but they hadn’t ended up here on accident, so Omega remained on guard. She’d learned to not trust strangers at this point, no matter how friendly they seemed. The eldest member of the group, a Togruta, if her memory served her correctly, raised her hands.

“Easy, young ones. We’re not going to hurt you.” She said.

Omega reeled back at first, remembering hearing that same voice when she had been grabbed, but found herself unwilling to stay angry when she felt a wave of calm being sent to her through the Force. She felt Cal relax, and decided that she would put her trust in his comfort.

“C-crèshe Master Mirthver?” Cal’s voice held a trembling note of blinding hope. The Togruta nodded.

“It is wonderful to see you alive and well, young Ketsis.” She smiled, opening her arms. The padawan launched himself at her, sinking into the hug like his life depended on it.

Omega had no idea what a Crèshe Master was, but she’d gathered enough information to figure out that the woman was definitely a Jedi. Around her, she heard the Force hiss irritably, and it urged her to get up and get away from the Togruta. But one look at Cal’s relieved expression made her decision for her. If staying with this Jedi and her little group for a bit meant that her friend got to be happy, then the Force would simply have to suck it up.

“I can’t believe it! I- I thought for sure that you were dead!” He cried, burring himself on her robes.

“I am very much alive, as are some of those under my care.” Mirthver’s voice turned sad. “But not as many as there should be. I was not able to save them all.”

“You did the best you could. I know you did.” Cal whispered.

The Togruta smiled softly, and Omega could feel her Force signature thrum with comfort. She looked towards Omega, her smile still on her face even as a tinge of confusion.

“Who are you, little one? I don’t remember ever seeing you at the temple.” She said, looking Omega over.

“That’s because she never was. Omega is a clone.” Cal explained, pulling back from the hug.

“What?!” A voice snapped.

The Force buzzed with danger as Omega heard something flare to life behind her. She leapt back, falling off of the bed she had been sitting on. Just in time too, as a bright yellow lightsaber swung down on the place where she had just been.

“Chex!” Master Mirthver yelled, pulling Omega into her arms.

Cal’s eyes flashed dangerously and he growled. The Force buzzed with anger, and suddenly there was a crash and a grunt. Omega looked over her shoulder to see a human boy holding his head, a discarded lightsaber clattering to the ground. Cal pulled Omega into a protective hug, and she could feel that he was shaking. Actually, they both were.

Someone rushed over to where Chex lay, her muzzle pulled back into a concerned frown. She grabbed the lightsaber and tucked it away in a pocket before checking up on the boy. Chex groaned and rubbed his head, glaring at Cal and Omega.

“What the hell?! Why are you defending a karking clone?!” He hissed.

“Chex Varren!” The Togruta’s voice boomed as she stood. Cal and Omega shuffled to the side, and Cal cringed in shame at the tone of her voice, even if her ire was not directed at him. “We do not attack innocents! And watch your language, there are younglings here!”

“Innocents?!” He balked. “She’s. A. Clone! You know, the people who betrayed us and murdered our entire Order?!”

“Does she look like a murderer to you?” The woman gestured to Omega, who shrunk back under Chex’s gaze.

“It doesn’t matter what she looks like.” He spat venomously, getting to his feet. “A clone’s a clone, and clones are monsters.”

“No we’re not!” Omega defended, her chest puffing up in defensive rage. “It’s the inhibitor chips! They’re what made everyone go bad! They didn’t want to betray you!”

“Lies! You’re lying!” Chex snarled. “I’m not going to let you trick me, and I’m not going to let you hurt my family!”

“I don’t want to hurt your family!” Omega exploded, the Force crackling around her. It wanted her out, wanted her away from the danger.

“ENOUGH!��

Master Mirthver stepped in between the two bristling children. She pointed a finger towards a tunnel entrance, and Omega realized that she wasn’t sitting in a room, but a well lit cave.

“Go scout the perimeter. We need to make sure the actual threat hasn’t managed to find us.” She commanded.

The padawan slunk away, scowling as he went. His hand raised, and his lightsaber snapped into his grasp. The furry person that had been checking him over stepped aside, scowling at him.

“Dick.” She muttered, and Omega blinked at the insult.

The scowling teen turned to Omega, and her face became infinitely softer.

“Sorry about him, he’s a jerk even on the best of days.” She said, kneeling down to that she was eye level with Omega. Cal released her from his protective hold, the Force settling as the tension in the air dissipated. She had brilliant white fur and piercing blue eyes, a headpiece adorned with crystals looped around her pointed ears. “I’m Ebba Freclo, but everyone calls me Ebby.”

“I’m… Omega.” Omega said, reaching out a hand, as she knew that was what was considered to be polite. Ebby smiled and extended her own paw, shaking Omega’s hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. The Light shines so brightly in you.” Ebby complimented.

“Thanks?” Omega glanced at Cal, wondering if that was the right response. He nodded.

“It’s a good thing. The Light guides us down the right path.”

Omega nods, before looking at Master Mirthver. “Um, why are we here? I mean, you could have just came and said hello.”

“Ah, yes, I apologize for our… less than favourable methods of getting you here.” She said, sounding a bit sheepish, “But we had to be sure that strange looking clone couldn’t sneak up on us.”

“Crosshair? But he-” She cut herself off, taking a moment to imagine what Crosshair might do if he came back to find them talking to a bunch of lightsaber-wielding strangers. “Okay, fair enough. But we need to go back. He’s gonna be worried about us!”

“Wait, you were with him willingly?” Ebby questioned. Cal nodded.

“He saved our lives. We got captured by the Empire, and he got us out. His chip is malfunctioning for some reason.” He explained.

“And now we’re trying to contact his brothers so that they can come get us.” Omega added.

“You’re not staying?” A tiny voice piped up.

Omega looked down and saw a Nautolan girl looking up at her with wide, sad eyes. She was a rich purple with pale cream markings, dressed in a soft green tunic and brown pants. A bracelet was fastened around her wrist, a chunk of the same crystal as the teen had attached to the simple brown accessory.

“Well…” Omega glanced at Cal, who was giving the youngling with the scaly muzzle a hug. He mouthed “just a bit longer”, and Omega sighed.

“Crosshair’s gonna have our heads for this- okay, we’ll stay for a little bit longer.” She conceded.

Cheers erupted from the gathered younglings. The Nautolan girl and a young Wookie grabbed Omega’s hands and pulled her away.

“Come on! Let’s make flower crowns!” The girl squeaked happily.

Omega laughed and let herself be pulled away.

“Will you train with us? Me and Tiger are gonna practise tree hopping.” The scaly girl asked Cal.

“I guess I could. Don’t expect me to be very good though.” Cal smiled, letting himself be pulled along.

Omega quickly picked up the skill of flower crown making, her hands easily threading the stems. The two younglings chatted on either side of her, although she needed translations for what the Wookie was saying. They told her about everyone who lived in their little hidden crèshe. There was Crèshe Master Azeu Mirthver, Ebba the Bothan, Tiger the Dathomirian, Javeri the Wookie, Xanbi the Nautolan, Chex the Human, Beska the Barabel, and Chi the Togorian. Tiger, Ebby, and Chex were padawans, with Ebby almost ready to become a Jedi Knight. Javerie, Xanbi, Beska, and Chi were still younglings, Beska being the oldest at 10, and Chi being the youngest, only a few months old.

“What’s it like living with a baby?” Omega asked.

“It’s hard. He’s always putting out his emotions, which means you’re either feeling really happy, really tired, or really upset. Me an’ Javeri can’t watch him for too long because we can’t put shields up yet.” Xanbi sighed.

“And he cries when he’s upset! He’s really loud!” Javeri rumbled, Xanbi translating.

“Sounds awful.” Omega frowned.

“It’s not all bad.” Xanbi said, examining her flower crown. “He’s really cute, and he’s fun to play with when he’s happy.”

“Why isn’t he out here with us?” Omega asked.

“Chi’s too little to make flower crowns!” Xanbi and Javeri giggled.

“Oh.” Omega said simply. “I didn’t know. I’ve never actually seen a baby before.”

“What?” Javeri questioned. “Didn’t you see baby clones?”

“No, clones aren’t sent out until they’re physically around your age.” Omega explained. “The Kaminoans do something to make them grow up twice as fast.”

“How old are you?” Xanbi looked up at Omega.

“5 and a half years old.” She replied.

“WHAT!” Both younglings yelped.

“You’re younger than me!” Javeri warbled.

“You’re, like, a little kid!” Xanbi said, dumbfounded.

“Remember, I age twice as fast as you do.” Omega reminded them.

“Why?” Xanbi asked.

Xanbi’s question made Omega’s face turn sad.

“Because clones were made for war. They wanted us to grow up fast so that we could go and fight. If I was a regular clone, I’d be sent off to fight in a few years.” She said softly.

“That’s horrible!” Javeri said. “You can’t make little kids fight! That’s a grown-up thing!”

“It should be.” Omega agreed. “But to the Republic and the Kaminoans, the clones were grown ups.”

The two younglings looked at each other in utter disbelief.

“We’ll change it!” Javeri stated in a serious voice, or at least as serious as a 6 year old could be. “One day, we’ll be big! And we’ll make sure no kids ever have to fight, clones or not!”

Omega gave them hopeful smiles. These kids were the future of the Jedi, and if they could learn from past mistakes, Omega thought that future would be pretty bright.

Cal panted as he leaned against the tree for support. Beside him, Tiger crouched on the branch, the tree limb still shaking from when he had landed. The peach-coloured Dathomirian smiled at him, his milky white eyes shining in the mid-day sun. How a blind boy could jump and land so gracefully, Cal would never know.

“How,” He sucked in a deep breath, “how do you do this so easily?”

“I rely on the Force.” Tiger said with his feather-soft voice. “It guides me. I can feel it constantly.”

“Yeah?” Cal huffed, sweat dripping down his neck. “You and Omega would get along great.”

“The Force loves her. It sings with joy when she’s happy and thunders with anger when she’s not. I could feel its anger when Chex tried to attack her.” Tiger mused. “It won’t let you two stay, you know.”

“What?” Confusion rippled through Cal. What did that mean?

“It wants her to leave, to get away from us. I don’t know why, but her place isn’t here. But she won’t leave without you, and it doesn’t want her to be alone.” He explained.

“How do you know this?” Cal asked.

“I told you, I’m always feeling the Force. She has bonded to you, which is unheard of. Padawans don’t even form bonds like that with other padawans, let alone random Force-sensitives.” Tiger gave him a knowing look. “But you don’t seem to be to keen on the idea of severing the bond while you still can.”

It was true, he didn’t want to loose his connection to Omega. She was a source of comfort in a sea of turmoil, a guiding star to keep him on the Light’s path. He wanted to be the same for her as well, someone that she could go to when she was at her lowest. So what if this wasn’t the Jedi way? The Order was gone, its members left scattered to the wind. The Code, he figured, could be broken a bit if it meant that himself and others might make it to adulthood, to be able to grow up and become the next generation of Jedi.

“Cal!”

He looks down, and there she is, holding a ring of golden and orange flowers, a crown of her own adorning her head, petals of blue and purple hues creating a halo of colour.

“I made you a flower crown! Come down here so that I can put it on you!” She chirped.

A warmth blooms in his chest, and he wonders how the idea of him leaving her can even exist in someone’s mind. Tiger laughs beside him.

“You’re so open around her. Perhaps Master Mirthver can teach you both to reign in your emotions.” He suggests as Cal begins to climb down. “You two are like beacons in the Force when you’re together, it’s how we found you today. If we could track you using your Force signature, so could someone less friendly.”

Cal paused at that. Tiger had a point. If the Jedi had been able to find them, then a Sith definitely could. His stomach roiled in fear at that thought, and he accidentally sent his emotions through his and Omega’s bond.

“Cal?” Omega called, worry in her voice. “You alright?”

“I’m fine!” He called back, shoving his fears into a small place deep down in his chest. Hopefully, she’d think that his emotions had come from him being up so high.

“Do you need help?”

“No, no I got it!”

He shimmied his way down, jumping off once he was low enough. He gave her a reassuring grin, and she returned it with a smile of her own.

“Here!” She chirped, placing the flower crown on his head. “I made this for you!”

He let her put the flowers on his head, bowing his head a bit so she could position it easier. The ring of bright gold and orange sat lightly on his hair, just snug enough to not slide off when he moved.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” He said sincerely, reaching up to feel the soft petals.

“You look so pretty.” Omega gushed.

Cal sputters at that, his cheeks flushing red. “Y-you don’t call boys p-pretty, Omega!”

She quirked an eyebrow at him. “What? Says who?”

Cal rubbed the back of his neck. “You know… people.”

Omega snorted. “I don’t care what “people” think, Cal. I think that you’re pretty, and that’s that.” She said, booping his nose.

He blinked, going cross-eyed as he tried to look at where she’d tapped him. Her boldness was stunning, and he found himself feeling a bit more okay about being called pretty.

“You’re pretty too, ‘mega.” He murmured, and he felt his breath stutter at the electric burst of fondness that exploded across their bond.

“You think so?” She asked shyly, although it seemed like she didn’t know why she suddenly felt shy.

“Yeah. Prettiest girl I know.” He said, confident in his answer. If he could make her feel that happy just by giving her a compliment, than he would do it far more often.

Omega beamed at him, her honey-brown eyes positively sparkling.

“If you two start making out, I’m actually going to be sick.”

Chex’s voice shattered their shared serenity. Cal whipped around, missing how Omega’s face wrinkled in confusion. He glared at the older boy, his green eyes turning sharp.

“If you say something like that again, I’m actually going to punch your teeth in.” Cal mimicked Chex’s tone of voice as he made his irritation clear.

“Oooh, I’m so scared.” Chex put his hands up in mock surrender. “Like you could even reach my teeth. You’re such a runt, you’d have to jump.”

“That’s not very Jedi-like of you, Chex.” Cal hissed.

“Yeah well, neither is your attachment.” The older padawan draws out the last word teasingly.

Cal opens his mouth to retort, but suddenly he feels a sharp pang of panic ring out from Omega. Chex turned his head, raising an eyebrow in mildly disinterested confusion as he looked at her.

“What’s wrong with yo-”

“GET DOWN!”

Omega launched forward, tackling Chex to the ground. A screech pierced Cal’s ears, and he stumbled back as a creature burst through the canopy, smashing into the ground where Chex had been seconds ago. Its tail whipped him, sending Cal to the ground. He grunted in pain, curling up into a defensive ball. Clutching his stomach, he could only watch as the beast reared up, snarling.

It was a winged equine, skinny and malnourished with shining blue fur. Dark purple spots that reminded Cal of eyes dotted the animal’s body. It had three talon-like toes, and its wickedly sharp claws dug into the dry earth. A set of powerful feathered wings beat wildly, their teal and pink feathers gusting up dust. Rectangular pupils honed in on Omega and Chex, the black blocks standing out admits the creature’s yellow and orange eyes.

The creature lunged for Omega, dragging her up by her foot and tossing her to the ground. Omega screamed, and Cal could feel his own back explode with pain as she hit the dirt. Fear drove him to try and get up, but he found himself unable to. A warm wetness was beginning to form under his hands, and he instinctively applied pressure. Helpless, he watched horrified as the winged animal kicked at her, it’s sharp hooves slicing through her shirt and leaving bloody marks behind.

“Nrgh! Get away from her!” He shouted, trying to draw the animals attention off of her.

The equine payed him no mind, grabbing at Omega again. It’s wicked fangs closed around her leg, and he felt himself pale when he saw rivets of blood dribble down the beast’s thick neck. Omega was howling in pain at this point, and the sound broke his heart and made him feel like the lowest scum for not being able to help her.

“HEY FEATHER-FACE!”

The animal jerked it’s head to the right. A dusty, angry Chex. His yellow lightsaber crackled fiercely, the glow reflecting off of a stream of blood that dripped down his face from a gash on the side of his head.

“Eat lightsaber!” He yelled, swinging his weapon at the feathered equine. He managed to hit a wingtip, and the creature shrieked, dropping Omega. She hit the ground with a thud, and he saw her eyes go wide as the air rushed out of her lungs.

The aggravated animal snapped and snarled at the teen, the two circling each other. Chex darted forward, slicing into the creature’s flank. It roared and whipped its head around, grabbing Chex’s arm and tossing the teen away. Suddenly, Tiger leapt out of the tree above the animal with a yell, landing on it’s back and grabbing its ears. The equine bucked and brayed, trying to throw Tiger off of its back. Tiger moved to grab his lightsaber, but the animal took advantage of his distraction and swung its tail around and struck Tiger in the head. The Dathomirian yelped in pain and fell, gasping in pain when a hoof struck him in the chest.

The animal was heaving at this point, foamy saliva coating its jaws. It staggered in pain, its injured wing twitching as it made an odd wheezing sound. It lowered its head, growling at the ground as it continued to sway and twitch. Omega let out a high pitched whine, and the animal’s attention snapped towards her. It bellowed and reared up, its hooves poised to come down directly on her chest. Cal closed his eyes and jerked his head away, unwilling to watch his only friend in the whole galaxy die right in front of him.

Bam!

The beast fell silent, then Cal heard a loud thud as it hit the ground. His eyes flew open, his vision now filled with bright blue fur. The animal wasn’t breathing. As quickly as he possibly could, he lifted himself up as much as possible. His ears were full of the sound of his own heart pounding, but he was vaguely aware of the sounds of the other Padawans making noises of pain and calling out for Master Mirthver. His head tilted upwards, and he nearly sobbed in relief when he saw an armored figure crouched on a high up branch.

Crosshair’s presence brought a sense of much needed safety, especially as fatigue grabbed Cal in its iron-clad grip. His head his the dirt again, darkness starting to seep into his vision. As the world faded away, he saw Crosshair rush towards them, unable to decide which child he should attend to first. He must have seemed more injured, because he was soon scooped up into a secure hold and brought closer to Omega. He blinked as Crosshair began speaking in Mando’a, his words too fast and Cal’s hearing too muted to be understood. His head lolled to the side, his cheek resting on Crosshair’s scuffed armor. Omega stared back at him, her eyes full of pain. She was panting shallowly, tears dripping down her face. He reached out and grabbed her hand, holding it as he slipped into unconsciousness.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump[18]#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars #omega bad batch #cal ketsis #crosshair bad batch #jedi oc #padawan oc #youngling oc #whump #tw blood #tw injury #tw animal death #tw animal harm #tw child harm

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cl-01-kestis · 3 years

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A Gut Feeling - Tech x Mechanic!Reader | Soulmate AU | 2/2

Summary: After your sleepless night of meeting your Soulmate, you wake up the next day to find he’s leaving.

Warnings: angst

Surprisingly, you had the best sleep you had in a very long time. You didn’t toss or turn, or wake up randomly in the middle of your sleep, you stayed still till the late morning and you woke up to the sound of the bunker door being opened. All the clones were up and dressed, out on patroll which left you all alone.

Rex was the one who woke you up, patting your face softly since he wasn’t entirely good at waking people up. You woke up feeling not tired at all, you felt so fresh and ready for anything to be thrown at you. You got showered in the refreshers and quickly changed into a t-shirt and combat shorts considering it was a sunny day today on Anaxes. Your tattoos were on full display as you walked out of the bunker with a towel draped around your shoulders since your hair was still wet, rubbing your scalp and walking down the ramp which led to the large concrete platform of the Republic base.

Kix and Jesse walked with you to your station at the one of the many mechanic stations, making successful conversation with you as you ruffled your hair once more and looked out across the platform to the bit at the back of the base where Anakin and Mace were discussing things. You didn’t have the energy to work too much today, it had been drained from you the day before and you felt like you needed a day off - if Rex would let you.

“You seem in a good mood today” Jesse commented with a smile, his helmet wedged between his elbow and waist as he leaned against one of the clone carriers which was next to your station. You smiled at his comment, remembering the occurrences that too place last night and unable to stop the grin spreading over your face.

“A bit, yeah” You giggled, causing Kix and Jesse to exchange a look of curiosuty. This didn’t go unnoticed by you though, you only found it more amusing that they were oblivious as to what happened. However, you kept your mouth shut and leaned against your speeder as you sipped on some Caf that Kix fetched for you before getting here.

“Have your missions been difficult recently?” You asked, continuing the conversation on matters that excluded you as you watched the two clones with a smile. Jesse nodded, frowning, that didn’t mean anything good.

“We were assigned to a Separatist base on Anaxes; that Bad Batch were with us- I don’t like em’” Jesse grumbled, causing Kix to laugh and shove his shoulder playfully.

“Don’t get rubbed up the wrong way about them, Jesse, they’re not worth our time” Kix brushed off Jesse’s aggression and his gaze returned to yours. He noticed the way your face got a little dark with a blush, the way you chewed on your lip and tapped your fingers on your Caf cup before looking down at the ground and sighing.

“Something on your mind?” Kix asked with a raised brow. You shook your head quickly in response, sipping shyly at your Caf once again. Jesse exchanged another look with Kix, speaking with their eyes before Rex came out of nowhere to interrupt them.

“You’re requested on Bay 6, (Y/N), as for you two, come with me” Rex didn’t smile as he stared at his soldiers, causing them to immediately get in formation and put their helmets on before following him to wherever they had to go. As for you, you didn’t waste a moment as you downed the rest of the Caf and placed your towel on the seat of your speeder.

You let out another yawn as you walked across the massive platform of the Anaxes station, stretching your arms out and cracking your back as you passed many clones, shouting over and wishing them a good morning followed by waves and salutes. The morning sun kissed your revealed skin as you rubbed your forehead with your shirt, waving yourself as an attempt to cool off as you approached bay 6, noticing Hunter sitting down beside Wrecker who you hadn’t yet met.

“Morning Serg!” You shouted, catching his attention and Wreckers who jumped slightly at your voice.

“Morning (Y/N)! Sleep well?” Hunter asked kindly, patting the spot next to him which made you smile.

“Yep, you?” You seemed shy but surprisingly casual as you sat down next to Hunter, your knees bent as your elbows rest on them. Hunter and Wrecker seemed to be doing the same thing as you and enjoyed the Anaxes sun on their skin, the top half of their armour discarded and in a pile beside them.

“Wrecker slept like a baby, none of us could get to sleep last night with all his snoring” Hunter chuckled, nudging Wrecker who blushed at being called out by his Sergeant, shrugging off his comment casually.

“Pardon me if I’m wrong, but Captain Rex told me I was requested here?” You asked with a tilted head, scratching the back of your neck as you watched Hunters expression shift from a curious one to a smirk.

“Yes thats correct, Tech’s not been shutting up about you” He let out a breathy laugh, Wrecker joining him in the process as if the two of them had an inside joke. Without thinking, a blush swarmed your face and you made a small ‘oh’ noise.

“Where is he now?” You asked, Hunter replied by sticking his thumb up and pointing it behind him at the bunker behind all of you sitting on the ramp.

“Crosshair’s not in so take all the time you need” Hunter winked.

“O-oh, no it’s not like-“ You didn’t even bother to finish the sentence as Hunter and Wrecker smirked to themselves, watching you stand up and walk towards the bunker with a nervous frame. You chapped on the door a couple of times, calling out Tech’s name before it opened and a pair of strong hands pulled you in, the door immediately closing behind you.

“Maker!” You placed a hand on your chest, looking up and feeling immediate relief when you saw Tech.

“Morning sweetheart, sorry I scared you” Tech chuckled, removing his helmet from his head but he kept on his goggles as he bent down to give you a peck.

“Not at all, just a little susprised” You smiled, cupping his cheek and stroking it softly with our thumb. Tech placed his helmet on the nearest bed beside him and took off his goggles, placing them beside his helmet before wrapping an arm around your waist. Your heart fluttered at his romantic gestures and you looked up at his beautiful light brown eyes. You noticed a hint of honey swirled around the pupils and that only made him more beautiful.

“I’ve got a while till I have to leave, but I want to spend it with you” Tech said with a shy smile, taking something from his pocket and revealing a beautiful dark purple crystal that sparkled in the bunker’s lamp light.

“This is just a little thing I picked up on my way back to the base, I saved it for studies but I thought you might like it” He sounded almost nervous as he raised it to your view, offering you it with a slightly shaky hand. Without hesitance, you cupped the stone in your hands and delicately took it from Tech’s, staring at it with big eyes.

“This is beautiful, pelire” You gasped, clutching the stone tight to your heart and looking up at Tech with the most beautiful expression he’d ever seen.

“I’m glad you like it my dear, let’s sit” He offered you his hand, smiling from ear to ear as you took it and let him drag you to his part of the bunker which was filled with all different types of technology and materials. Tech was certainly the curious type.

“Wow” Your mouth gaped open when you spotted his data pad.

“This is one of a kind technology! I’ve heard all about this stuff, it’s so cool seeing one in person!” You started geeking out with your mechanic mind, sitting down on Tech’s bed and placing the stone on your lap before carefully picking up his specialised data pad. Tech sat down opposite you on the bed beside his and watched you with a beaming expression.

“Kamino was kind enough to offer me one, you can look through it if you want” He shrugged as he gestured to the data pad, folding his arms and leaning them on his knees as he continued watching you fiddle around with it.

“This is so cool- sorry I’m going through all your stuff without even asking you” You reached out to offer him his data pad but he raised a hand to deny it.

“Look through it, there’s loads of different photos from different missions I’ve been on if you want to check them out” Tech moved over to sit beside you, taking his data pad from your grasp and typing in a few things before bringing up a folder full of hundreds, if not thousands of photos.

“Wow...” Your jaw started to get sore with how much it was staying open, eyes darting to each photo to drink in as much info as you could. Tech wrapped an arm around your waist as he placed the data pad on his lap and started scrolling through the photos.

“This was when all of us were cadets” He chuckled, clicking on one photo in particular that revealed them as very young boys. You instantly recognised Tech and chuckled when you saw him whack Wrecker in the top of the head with a smaller data pad, they looked as though they were arguing in the photo whereas Crosshair and Hunter laughed.

You felt so comfortable in his arms, you were so glad he was opening up to you like this. You understood it would take him a while to do this with anyone else, that thought made your heart race. Seeing Tech in his childhood made you realise just how much he was like anyone else, that went for all the other clones. He was just like you, he had a life before he met you and you wanted to learn all about it, just like he wanted to learn all about you.

“What about that one?” You asked, clicking on another photo which showed a teenage Tech cuddling a very grumpy Crosshair as he slept. You giggled as Tech blushed and scrolled to the next one.

“It was common for us to cuddle, warmth is a survival tool after all” Tech tried to reason as he fought the redness off his face. You continued smiling at his words and thought of how cute he looked when he was asleep, not in a creepy way or anything.

“This one looks interesting” You pointed at the screen, your finger hovering above a young Tech as he aimed his two DC-17 hand blasters at a Separatist model on the clone training course.

“That was my final exam, all of us went through a different training program to heighten each of our abilities - I had to get into the system to shut down all the droids, it was prettt difficult though” He chuckled at the end, scratching his neck as he looked at the photo for a second longer before sighing to himself and swiping away from the photos. You looked up to Tech who seemed deep in thought, placing the data pad beside him on his bed before turning to look at you.

“I know this is a sudden question, but when can I next see you?” He sounded excited as he took your hands in his and smiled. Your heart skipped a beat just at the sight of his smile and you had to think for a moment, pursing your lips and frowning before raising your brows and sighing.

“I’ll be moved to Coruscant whenever Skywalker lets me, but I’m free whenever... what about you?” Your voice trailed into a soft whisper, your chest starting to sink with sadness when you realised Tech was going to leave today.

“I have no idea, we’re a busy troop... but I will visit as much as I can- here” Tech took a pen out of his pocket, looking around for a piece of paper. Rolling your eyes, you offered him your bare arm and let out a chuckle when you saw his frown of confusion.

“Make do with what you’ve got” You caused a smile to burst out on his face once more and he shrugged, taking your arm as if it were glass and scribbling down his holonumber on it before leaving a small ‘x’ at the end. You giggled at his gesture and looked at it once he was finished. He had such nice handwriting, even on skin.

“I may not always be around but I’ll always be one text away” He cupped your cheek, kissing your forehead lovingly before leaning his own against yours. You two stayed like that for a while, basking in the comfortable silence of the bunker and lacing your fingers together.

Everything felt so perfect. You couldn’t wait to tell your parents about this, especially your Dad and Brother. Having found your soulmate, you had such a more positive perspective on life and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your days beside Tech. You understood you’ve barely known him for a day but he immediately made himself a part of you the moment you both met. It felt like this was what the force wanted, even though you weren’t a Jedi or force wielder, but you heard the Jedi speak of it including Mace Windu, who had originally found you and recommended you to the organisation of Mechanics working at Coruscant.

You admit you weren’t ready to leave Tech just yet even though he needed to go, you had just met him only yesterday and you couldn’t stand the thought of anything happening to him when you two were apart. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if that were the case.

Tech seemed to notice your tense posture and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your skin for a while longer as if he was analysing how everything felt and what emotions he was experiencing. Tech was so brand new to this emotion called love, all his life he never desired such things but now he was face to face with it. He couldn’t run from it and he certainly didn’t want to, and it made it even more interesting considering you two were completely different in almost everything. But aside from differences, the two of you were surprisingly very similar personality and hobby wise. He loved using technology, you loved to make it. He loved exploring the universe, you had yet to see it at all. He loved learning new things, you were the one who taught him, and you were teaching him now what love really meant.

He cherished this moment with you as if it would he his last, and there was no telling whether or not that would be the case. Tech was a busy man and dealt with deadly missions that almost got him killed over 50% of the time. Things were difficult now because he had a thing to fight for now, he had someone in mind every time he was close to death and needed to fight back. You were the reason for all his doings now, every opinion and thought, you were behind it now. In some people’s opinions, it would be considered as a burden, but to him it was so much different from that.

His whole life, Tech was engineered to never feel anything to do with love or affection. That went for all his brothers as well. He shouldn’t feel this way, but he does and he can’t run from it. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger and he’s never felt so willing to fall at someone’s feet. What would he do if he ever lost you one of these days? Maker knows, Tech certainly didn’t want to know.

A fist slamming against the door of the bunker caused you and Tech to jump out of your skins. Your heart slapped against your rib cage as you tried to steady your breathing, trying to shake off the wave of shock your body was in from the sudden loud noise.

“Hurry up Tech! Times ticking!” It was Crosshair, sounding as irritated as ever. Your shoulders slumped and you looked down sadly as you picked up the stone resting in your lap. Tech held you close as he pressed his lips firmly against yours and cupped your cheek with his free hand.

“We should get going before they burst in” He sighed, standing up from his bed and starting to pack all his things for the journey ahead of him. You helped him back, taking things from his bed and hanging them to him so he could put in properly without damaging anything.

He had so many different gadgets, a mechanic’s wet dream completely. You found yourself staring at each piece of technology for a second longer than necessary and it made Tech smile to see you were so curious about everything he owned. Your hands grazed against each other more than once as you handed him his belongings and eventually ere was nothing else to pass on. Tech zipped up his backpack and stood up, slipping the straps onto his shoulders as he walked over to the bed he left his goggles and helmet on, picking them up before placing them on his head and letting out a hollow sigh.

You followed behind Tech, holding onto the crystal he gave you and hesitantly placing it in your pocket as you approached him. Tech turned around and enveloped you in a tight hug, stroking your hair and wishing he could give you another kiss but the helmet covering his head restricted him from doing so. Even so, you kissed the side of his helmet and earned a soft chuckle from him as he cupped your cheek and stroked it with his thumb.

“Come on!” You both frowned and turned to the door when Wrecker slammed it open, a scowl on his face which was quickly replaced with a shocked expression.

“I’ll be out in a minute” Tech said with a cold, frosty tone, glaring hard at his brother who nodded and closed the door shut once more.

“We should really get going” You sighed, pulling away from Tech and taking his hand as you walked out of the bunker, opening up the bunker door your gaze meeting with Hunter’s who’s arms were crossed and a smile was on his face.

“Come on lovebirds, we ain’t got all day” He smirked, nudging Tech’s shoulder with his own once he was close enough. You chuckled at the brothers behaviour and watched in amusement as Tech shoved Hunter back with a hint of irritation in his eyes, all whilst holding your hand.

You followed the bad batch to their ship, the Havoc Marauder, walking beside Tech and squeezing his hand softly when you finally approached the ramp and let him go. Crosshair, Hunter and Wrecker all boarded the ship after waving to you farewell and Tech was left standing on the stairs.

“I don’t want to leave you here” Tech sighed in disappointment, taking both of your hands and brushing your knuckles with his thumbs. You looked up at him with glassy eyes, your heart practically stuck to him him as he removed his helmet and brought you in for a deep kiss, startling some clones around you who were on duty. You kissed back immediately as a tear flew down your cheek, unable to control your emotions as you pulled away and wiped your eyes. Tech kissed away your tears and calmed you down by whispering sweet nothings in your ear and stroking your hair.

“Everything alright over here?” You jumped and turned to look and see Anakin Skywalker with his arms folded and a raised brow. You and Tech quickly pulled away from one another and you wiped away your tears.

“I guess” You answered, shuffling awkwardly in front of him as he looked between you and Tech with wide and amused eyes. Anakin took a step towards you, leaning into your ear and patting your shoulder.

“You know, if you want to join him it wouldn’t hurt anyone” He whispered, pulling back and sending you a wink before saluting Tech and walking off. You stood in your spot with a surprised expression, your tears of sadness were quickly replaced with a beaming smile as you turned to Tech and looked up.

“I’m coming with you” You beamed.

“You what?!” Tech exclaimed in excitement, screaming at Hunter to refrain from powering up the ship as he watched you run off to collect your things from your mechanic station. Your heart was racing, pumping with adrenaline as you lifted your tools box and collected all your things from the bunker including your clothes and washing products.

You were so quick in returning to Tech, one hand holding your tools box whereas the other held a backpack full of messily dumped clothes. Tech couldn’t be more happy as he looked at you though, taking the toolbox from your grasp and helping you on the Havoc Marauder as Echo and Crosshair came to see what was taking Tech so long, only to realise you were joining them.

2 new members in one day? Hunter liked the sound of it, even though Crosshair had a thing or two to say about it, his comments were brushed to the side and you were graciously assisted by Echo and Tech who helped you unload everything when you arrived.

As you looked back down the ramp, you looked to see Rex, Jesse and Kix all smiling in the distance. You walked down the ramp mid way and saluted them, immediately earning them back from the three clones who all looked sad to see you go. Giving them one last wave, you turned around and took Tech’s hand that was stretched out for you to take.

“Welcome to the crew, mechanic” Tech smiled, kissing your cheek as the ramp closed over and you were with your new family, the people who you really belonged with.

#star wars #x reader #clone wars #the bad batch #bad batch tech #clone trooper tech

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nina-nkl · 3 years

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The Notorious Alpha// Chapter One//Peter Hale

A/N: I KNOW. I KNOW. I am terrible, but life has been a mess. With university, personal life and all that. My mom had the corona but she is great now. I am trying to come back to writing. I am really sorry guys. Merry belated Christmas!

The Notorious Alpha// master list.

Chapter one.

S02 E12- Master Plan

Zoe’s P.O.V.

I parked my new BMW X6, which was a gift from my father when he tried to get me to stay with him, in front of Beacon Hills High School to see my little brother and Stiles who is not my brother but after knowing him for his entire life, I am pretty sure he is my brother.

As I walk in the school hallways so many memories come to my mind, I mean it’s only been a year since I was a student here, I miss high school life was so much easier. I was late when I parked the car in the parking lot, some people were leaving, there was a lacrosse game tonight, Stiles took my ear off about it. I walked towards the locker room first to see if the boys were in there, as I neared the locker rooms I could hear talking.

“She is gorgeous,” a voice said.

“Shut up” I heard two different voices say at the same time and I am pretty sure one of them was Scott.

I leaned against the wall watching for a few seconds, and I decided to make myself known.

“Well, isn’t this a sight for sore eyes!” I say and in a flash four pairs of eyes snap to me. I see my brother, a cute blond guy beside him and to men in front of the boys.

“Zoe?” Scott said surprised to see me.

“Surprise, I guess?” I said a little bit weirded out from all the attention I was getting right now.

“What are you doing here?” Scott asked me.

“Stiles called me a couple days ago, filled me in on what's going on. I got a little tied up with dad or else I would have been here sooner” I answered “ I can’t believe you are a werewolf” I continued.

“Uhmm, who is she?” the cute blond asked.

“Zoe, my sister,” Scott said.

“Another McCall? Great,” the tall moody man said sarcastically.

“Tone down the sarcasm Cranky Pants” I bit back at him.

I glared at the man as I walked around him towards my brother. I am not going to lie, he is kind of hot.

“I am going to guess you are Derek and you are Isaac,” they both look at me weird, “as I said Stiles filled me in”.

“Hi,” Isaac said awkwardly.

“Hi,” I said sweetly to him, “so, who is the Cranky pants.” I pointed towards him as he glared at me and I sarcastically smiled back at him.

“That's Peter, Derek’s uncle. Little while back he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat out.” Scott explained.

“Hi.” Peter waved with a small awkward smile.

“That's good to know,” Isaac replied.

I was too shocked to say anything, I mean yeah Stiles filled me in but only informed me about my brother being a werewolf, the kanima, and Derek’s pack. That is just too much to handle. I mean my brother took part in the murder of someone, werewolf or not, psycho or not, that is still a life. Not to mention the supposed murdered victim is alive, breathing, and standing right in front of me.

“How is he alive?” Scott asked, still glaring at Peter .

“Look, long story short he knows how to stop Jackson, maybe even save him” Derek answered him.

“Well that’s very helpful, except Jackson is dead” Issac says.

“WHAT?” I scream the same time Derek says what too.

“Yeah! Jackson is dead. It just happened on the field” Scott confirms.

Derek and Peter look at each other obviously bothered by the news.

“Okay why is no one taking it as good news?” Issac asks.

“Because if Jackson is dead, it didn’t just happen. Gerard wanted it to happen,” Peter says, and damn his voice is deep, mysterious and sexy.

“But why?” Derek asks his uncle to elaborate.

“Well, that's exactly what we need to figure out. And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing”.

“Peachy, just god damn peachy.” I say done with this whole thing already.

“We are going to the Hale House,” Peter says.

As we walked towards the parking lot, I could feel eyes on me from behind. I didn’t turn around though. When we reached the exit I started walking near my car, when I felt Scott stop a few steps behind me. I turn around to look at him.

“Well aren’t you gonna come? I am driving!” I tell him.

“I think you should go home” Scott tells me and I look at him with disbelief. “I will go with Derek,” he continues.

“Oh, so I am supposed to let you get in the car with the guy who turned you and tried to kill you and the guy who slashed his own uncles throat out? I am not crazy yet. ” I tell him seriously and am kind of angry. Derek looks at me mad, or offended I can’t really tell and Peter just looks uninterested.

“Zoe--” Scott tries to plead.

“No, puppy eyes don’t work on me. I am the one who teached you that look.'' I cut him off. “Now get in the car and let’s go”. Then I unlock my jeep and hop in, which is kind of a challenge since I am short and the stupid thing is 10 times the size of me.

“Do you need directions?” Derek asked me when Scott got in the car with me.

“No, I am good. I know where the infamous Hale house is,” I replied and with that my car roared into life and I backed out of my parking space. “Don’t get left behind Sourwolf”. I saw Issac try to hold back a chuckle and even Peter let out a small smirk slip out of his hard façade.

As we walked into the Hale house ( Derek got his ego bruised ‘cause I beat him here) Scott was looking at his,

“Oh. Oh they found Stiles.” Scott said relieved.

“I told you I looked everywhere,” Derek said to Peter who walked towards the stairs.

“You didn’t look here”, Peter says and crunches at the beginning of the stairs and takes something from underneath a step.

“What is that? Α book?” Derek asks/

“No, it’s a laptop. What century are you living in” Peter replied with sarcasm. Derek rolls his eyes at him. “A few days after I got out of the come, I transferred everything that we had. Fortunately, the Argents aren’t the only ones that keep records.” Peter says. He got up and walked towards a table. Suddenly Scott's cell phone rings.

“Hey, Mom, I can’t talk right now.” Scott answers the phone. “What's wrong?” he asked. After a few seconds he hangs up the phone and announces that we have to go to the hospital. “ Isaac, Zoe, we have to go to the hospital.”

“I don’t think I should come with. I haven’t seen mom yet and I don’t think we should reunite over a dead body” I say to him. “ Take my car, I’ll stay here to see if I can help” I look at him as I extend my hand to give him the car keys. “See you soon, be careful.”

As Scott and Isaac practically ran out of the burned down house, I look at the older werewolves in front of me. Derek just looks at me, as Peter has already started working on getting information for the kanima.

It’s been maybe 30 minutes since we were all staring at the laptop screen, I was standing leaning over Peter's right shoulder and Derek was just standing by the left.

“Oh my god, what is that?” I look at the screen.

“Call Scott.” Peter says. I was still staring at the screen leaning closer to it and brushing Peter’s shoulder in the process. Ignoring that, I hear Derek talking in the background.

“Okay, look, I think I found something,” Peter says. “ Looks like what you are seeing from Jackson its just the Kanima’s Beta shape.” he continues.

“Well, meaning what? It can turn into something bigger?” Derek asks, also leaning over.

“Bigger and Badder.” Peter replies with worry in his tone.

“He is going to turn into that? That thing has wings.” I exclaim.

“I can see that sweetheart.” Peter says to me but not sarcastically, but with fear in his voice.

“Scott bring him to us.” Derek says into the phone.

“What is that? Right there?” I point towards the screen where there is a play button.

“Look, somebody made an animation of it. Maybe it’s less frightening if we--” Peter taps the mouse and a screeching sound comes out of the speakers. The tree of us jump back and Peter closes the laptop quickly. “No not at all. We should probably meet him halfway”

All of us ran towards the door and suddenly I ran into Peter’s back. “For fuck’s sake Cranky Pants” I curse under my breath.

“We need Lydia.” Peter says.

“There is no time for--” Derek starts

“That's the problem. We are rushing. We are moving too fast. And while everybody knows that a moving target is harder to hit, here we are, racing right into Gerard’s crosshair.” Peter says.

“If i get the chance to kill Jackson, I’m taking it.” Derek says and turns back around.

I freeze in my spot, shocked that I am about to participate in the murder of a teenage boy- kanima or not. Peter sees it and grabs my hand rushing behind Derek.

We stop behind an abandoned building, Derek and Peter get out of the car and I follow.

“You guys stay here. I will go meet Scott and Isaac. Peter you will know when to come out” Derek says.

“Whoa, hey, wait a min--” I was caught off by Derek already running in all fours, like a dog I guess. “Well, fun meeting you Cranky Pants, but I am going to go to my brother now.” As I turn to walk away, Peter grabs my arm, really hard may I add, and turns me towards him.

“What are you doing? You can’t go out there. When Jackson will wake up he will go on a killing spree.” Peter whisper yells.

“Well, you already went on a killing spree once, what if you get off your rockets again and I will be your first victim.” I whisper yell back at him.

“Zoe-”

“Bye Peter!!” I say as I look him in the eyes and tear my arm from his grasp. I could see that he was a little angry, but excuse me that I wasn’t gonna stay with somebody that tried to kill my brother less than a year ago. When I cached up with Scott and the others, they were already in the abandoned building. I could hear Peter close behind me.

“-- wouldn’t let a rapid dog live.” A middle age man explained to the three werewolves. I was about to walk into the building another voice broke the silence.

“Of course not” an old man said. That’s when Peter grabbed me and pushed me beside the door. I knew it wasn’t the time to argue. I could feel the tension in the air. Peter and I peek around the corner although he tried to hide the view from me the best he could. “Anything that dangerous. That out of control... Is better off dead.” The old man said.

Right when Derek went to slash Jackson stomach, Jackson’s claw dug in his chest. I felt like I was going to vomit and I turned myself so I wouldn’t see what’s about to happen. From the side of my eye I could see Peter getting angry and his claws expanding. I took deep breaths trying to calm myself and I look towards Peter.

“Kill them all” I heard shouting and I almost fainted. I got down to the ground and pulled my knees close to my chest, trying to make my self as small as possible when we heard the screeching of tires and a loud bang. I heard the voice of Lydia yelling Jackson name and I slowly stood up. After a couple of seconds Peter jumped out and pushed his claws in Jackson back and Derek in his stomach. When Lydia was on the floor besides Jackson body I make my way towards my brother and Stiles.

I was looking toward the couple with tears in my eyes as I stood beside Stiles. Derek was looking on with a sad expression on his face and Isaac too.

“Where is Gerard?” Allison asked and the middle aged man answered that he can’t be far. When Lydia turned towards us Stiles started towards her but was stopped by the sounds of claws dragging on the concrete. All heads turned to the dead boy in front of Stiles jeep to see his wounds starting to close and Jackson getting up slowly. My eyes widened and turned my eyes towards the older werewolf here hoping that’s there is an explanation for this but all he did was too looking on with a shocked expression.

Stiles started to tear up and moved forward but stopped beside Scott for a few minutes the two boys were looking at each other when Stiles looked down and said “He scratched my Jeep.” With hurt in his voice.

“Stiles...” I moved towards him following behind in the Jeep. He got in the driving seat and I got on after him. He started driving and didn’t say a word. “Stiles... are you okay?” I speak softly as if i was going to scare him. I didn’t get a reply back...

“Stiles, let’s go at my place, have a sleepover like old times.” I said and he turned towards the route for Scott’s and mine’s house. When we got there my mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway, she must work late night shifts. I will see her in the morning.

We go up to my room and I give Stiles some of my brothers clothes as I too take some for pajamas, because my suitcase is in my car and right now I really don’t know where my car is. After I was my face in the bathroom, I go to my room seeing Stiles in my bed already. I creep towards him and get in the bed beside him. I hug him from behind when he starts to sob quietly.

“It’s okay, everything is going to be okay, Stiles” I whisper sweet nothing to his ear until he fells asleep, me following close behind.

A/N: The sibling love is real between Stiles and Zoe!!!!

Tag list: @wil2space @iclosetgeek

#Peter Hale #peter hale x reader #peter hale imagine #scott mccall imagine #Scott McCall #derek hale #derek hale imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine

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tanyawritesstories · 4 years

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Seeing Red | The Bad Batch x Reader

I told myself I could never write for the Bad Batch because I wasn't a huge fan of them (except Tech because he's babie) but I got inspired by @clonesandmoans post about how they would react to a reader on her period. Creativity struck! Hence this fic.

I would like to thank @vesperstalksclones for informing me on how birth control works because I'm 20 and still don't know how to adult. Anyway enjoy!

Warnings: Blood, mood swings, cravings, concerned bois, and plenty of fluff!

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You hummed whatever tune came into your head as you cleaned up around the Havoc Marauder. The boys were out on a mission and had claimed they didn’t need your help and you could just stay with the ship if you wished. You took them up on the offer and had spent the past several hours that they were gone doing any and every little thing you could to stave off boredom. Luckily, there was a whole list of things to do. You had already dusted the entire interior of the ship, cleaned every control panel, updated half the systems with their newest settings, polished up your own tools and weapons, and was now scrubbing oil stains off the hull.

You decided on listening to music instead of trying to come up with a melody yourself. You turned the radio on inside the ship and turned it loud enough so you could hear it outside. It was a pleasant planet you had landed on, green grass as far as the eye could see, lots of hills but a limited amount of trees. There hadn’t been a speck of bad weather since you landed, yesterday morning. It was all blue skies and sun with the occasional cloud passing by. It was peaceful on this plateau and there had been no signs of danger so you thought it was ok to let your guard down for a little.

Another hour had passed and you were still giving the exterior of the ship a thorough cleaning. You were so into your work that you let out a scream when you felt a finger jab you in the side.

“Oh my stars! You asshole!” You turned and threw your sponge at the origin of your teasing. Crosshair easily batted away the sponge before it even got close to hitting him. He was sporting a cocky smirk and his precious sniper rifle slung over one shoulder.

"Never let your guard down, Y/N," he said, his tone as cocky as his expression. You rolled your eyes and retrieved the sponge, glaring in only slight annoyance as he walked onboard the ship. Wrecker trudged aboard after him and you called a warning that you just cleaned everything. Hunter and Tech gave you polite smirks as they followed suit.

You made dinner while the boys finished their reports and other post-mission duties. You had started a fire and was stirring a pot of stew over the open flames. You tasted it a final time before shouting out to the boys that dinner was ready. As usual they came barreling out of the ship to gather around the fire. Wrecker was the first to dig in, as always, the other three waiting for you to hand them their respective bowls.

“This is so good! I don’t know how you do it, Y/N but you always make the best food,” Wrecker praised.

“Thank you, Wrecker. I appreciate it,” you said with a smile.

Hunter stood next to you, waiting for you to hand him his food when he noticed something was off about you. You smelled different. It wasn’t anything creepy, with his heightened senses he knew how you always smelled, usually it was lavender and honeysuckle. But this scent was far from that, your pheromones were strange and he swore he could almost smell blood. It wasn’t something he’d ever smelled before. He stared at you trying to figure it out.

“Hunter, you ok?” You asked. He was staring at you with a confused and worried look on his face. “Yeah, yeah I think so,” he replied. You handed him his bowl and he silently went to sit down. You found it odd but didn’t mention it as you sat and ate your own food with them.

The next day the boys were going out on a short scouting mission, leaving you behind as usual. You did a few chores and decided to take a nap, retreating to your bunk and laying on top of the covers.

It was a few hours before they came back, discussing their observations as they made their way on board. The second he entered the ship the stench of blood hit Hunter like a punch in the nose, causing him to cough. The others looked at him.

“There’s a lot of blood spilled somewhere in here,” he voiced. The four of them looked between each other.

“Where’s Y/N?”

They all hurried to your quarters, the door sliding open, revealing a horrific sight. You laid peacefully on your bunk, sound asleep, unaware that you were laying in a large pool of blood.

The four men observed the scene before them and it was Wrecker that broke the silence. “Is she dead?”

“No,” Hunter answered, he could hear your heartbeat. He kneeled by the side of your bed trying to find an injury. “She’s asleep, but why is she bleeding?” Tech joined Hunter at your bedside trying to deduce what was wrong. “Who hurt her?” Crosshair asked, he looked angry. “I’m not so certain anyone did,” Tech stated. “Then how is she bleeding if she’s not injured?” Wrecker asked, clearly concerned.

Their chatter stirred you from your slumber and you opened your eyes, rubbing the sleep away from them. “What’s going on guys?” You opened your eyes fully to find all four of them staring at you with mixed expressions, concern, confusion, and sympathy. “What’s wrong?” you asked, also confused.

“You tell us,” Crosshair spoke first, “What happened here? Who attacked you?” Your eyebrows scrunched up. “No one attacked me. I'm completely fine,” you answered. “Then how come you’re bleeding?” Hunter prodded. “I’m not bleed-“ you cut yourself off as you realized what might be happening. You quickly sat up and saw that your suspicions were true, your period had come while you were sleeping and you were covered in blood. You put your head in your hands and groaned.

You had hoped this wouldn’t happen. You had been on birth control shots ever since you joined the Bad Batch ten months ago. You normally would be on Coruscant between missions which allowed you to get your shots on time. However this mission was taking longer than normal and your shot was overdue. What’s worse was now you had four worried and confused men to explain the whole thing to.

“I’m fine, this is normal,” you sighed, still holding your head in your hands. “How is this normal?” You heard Crosshair ask, someone shushing him seconds after. “My-ugh, I got my period,” you finally said. You didn’t want to look at them and instead just listened to the silence as they tried to understand what you had said. You really didn’t want to explain it to them, what you wanted was to change out of your bloody clothes.

“Look it up on the holonet, I’m going to change. I’ll clean the sheets when I get back.” You got up and gathered some clean clothes and headed to the refresher. You were lucky that you had an emergency stash of pads just in case something like this happened. You cleaned yourself of blood and put on clean, comfy clothes, throwing your bloodstained clothes and the sheets in a bucket of water to soak. You exited your quarters to find Tech reading aloud off the holonet about how periods work. It made you chuckle and warmed your heart that they cared about you enough to enlighten themselves on your condition. Tech finished reading and they all seemed to notice your presence at the same time.

“So you just bleed every month?” Crosshair again. You nodded. “How come this is the first time it’s happened?” Hunter questioned. “I was being given shots to prevent it but we haven't been on Coruscant for me to get them,” you explained. You saw the gears in their minds working as they processed the information.

"Is it painful?" Wrecker asked.

"Yes, it isn't at the moment but it will be. Sometimes it can get excruciating and sometimes it's just a few sharp pains," you explained. You were glad that at least they were accepting, they didn't seem weirded out and just acted like they wanted to help.

You continued your chores until the cramps kicked in, and they were bad. Hunter decided they would make dinner since you weren't feeling good. You gave them a list and sent them to the nearest market, Tech stayed behind to keep you company and get you anything you might need. He had already gotten you painkillers, the strongest they had but the pain persisted.

You groaned in pain and rolled over, curling yourself into a fetal position on your bed, which Tech had generously put new sheets on. You clutched your abdomen, "Tech!" You heard footsteps rapidly approaching your door before it slid open.

"Do you need something, Y/N?" He asked.

"Do we have a heating pad, that would really help."

"I'll go look," he smiled and hurried away. You could hear him looking through storage containers and cabinets, a few things could be heard falling on the floor. He reappeared at your door with a heating pad in his hands. “Found it.” He sat on the bed and set it up for you, making sure it heated up to a comfortable temperature.

“Is that helping?” He asked sweetly. You hummed appreciatively, “yes, thank you so much, Tech. You’re the best.”

“You say that to all of us,” he said. You giggled, you were feeling more comfortable, but lonely, you wanted cuddles. You wrapped your arms around Tech’s middle and pulled him down to lay beside you, facing each other. He made a few confused noises and asked what you were doing.

“I want cuddles,” You said, hugging him close to you. He sighed, slightly uncomfortable with the situation. “Alright, but only because it’s you." He wormed his arms around your back and gently pulled you close to him, beginning to massage your back. Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker came back to find you and Tech asleep in each other’s arms.

A couple days had passed and your cramps had subsided enough to do your normal work but there were all the other classic period care package items you had to deal with. At the moment you were craving the food Wrecker went out to grab. You had been wanting it all day and literally jumped for joy when Wrecker said he'd be happy to get some for you.

You were sitting in your bed reading when you heard Wrecker come back. He talked with the rest of the boys, giving them their meals before coming to your room, holding two plates of food in his hands. “Can I sit and eat with you?” He asked, smiling. You closed your book and set it aside. “Of course, Wrecker. Thank you so much for getting me this, I’ve been craving it all day.”

He plopped down next to you and handed you the plate, your mouth watering just looking at it. You hastily shoved forkfuls into your mouth, getting overwhelmed with how good it was. You’d wanted this all day and Wrecker was nice enough to go out and get it for you, especially for you, it was so sweet of him. Your thoughts along with the food were just making you happy, so much so that you started happy crying right then and there. Poor Wrecker didn’t know that you were crying happily and immediately got concerned as tears poured down your face.

“Y/N are you ok? What’s wrong?”

At the sound of your sobbing Hunter, Cross, and Tech came running to your room, finding you bawling and Wrecker sitting next to you. “What did you say to her?” Crosshair half shouted. He sat down on the other side of you and pulled your sobbing form tight to him, protectively putting his arms around you. “I didn’t say anything,” Wrecker replied, confused. “Yeah right,” Cross rolled his eyes at his brother, “She’s in tears, what did you do!”

You had noticed the boys attitudes change a little since you started bleeding, Wrecker was more sweet and gentle around you, Tech was more nit picky, Cross was more protective, and Hunter was more observant.

Hunter and Tech were just as confused as they watched Crosshair and Wrecker argue. Tech stepped in and also tried comforting you, who at this point was crying laughing at the situation but they still couldn’t discern that. Hunter asked Wrecker what happened and you finally managed to stop crying. Crosshair still had his arms around you holding you to his chest tight but not crushing you.

“Cross, you can let me go,” You managed to say. “Not until I know you’re ok.” You sighed, “I am ok, I just got excited and happy, that’s all.” He released you enough to look down at your face. “You were crying because you were happy?” He struggled to understand. “Yes, my hormones are going nuts right now, and it was just so sweet of Wrecker to bring me food,” you explained more tears slipping out of your eyes. Tech smiled sympathetically and Wrecker looked relieved. “I don’t get this,” Cross breathed. “Neither do I,” you agreed, hugging him back.

#star wars the clone wars #the bad batch #sergeant hunter #clone trooper wrecker #clone trooper tech #clone trooper crosshair

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thephoenixdescendant · 3 years

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I knew this would happen. I accidently deleted an ask. Thank god I took a screenshot of it before deleting it...🙏🙏🙏

Whoever asked this, I'm praying that they will see this post.

WORD COUNT: 2,824

Vert x Reader x Alternative Vert

You settled in handler corners about a year ago and made friends with the people who work at spectre motors. But, one day you became awestruck for the fact that you saw them coming out of a portal. That's when you knew what they really do. You have been nagging them to bring you with them but Vert refused. The reason why is because he's afraid you might get hurt and also, you tried to ride the saber the other day. But, what happened was you drove it to the maximum speed limit. And you crashed his car on a giant rock. You hit your head on the glass real hard and ever since then, he's been treating you like a kid. So, you kept annoying Vert to the point where he gave up and said yes. But he told you to not walk around the battle zone and instead, stay with Stanford.

You were with them on the training tracks watching the solar eclipse through those special glasses that allows you to look at the sun, until Sage announced through their coms that a stormshock was detected, with a warning. Those solar flares could damage their vehicles. Vert turned to you with a serious expression. "Don't get out of the reverb. If you do, then it'll be the last time I'm taking you to a battlezone". You nodded in agreement. You hopped on the reverb and they all took off.

"Stay double frosty guys. Sage said those solar flares could do nasty stuff to our instruments." Vert warned. "Solar activity peak level coinciding with portal entry" Sage announced through the coms as Stanford kept touching a button on the touch screen of his reverb. "Might explain why my rear axle telemetry a bit dodgy." Stanford said.

"Caution. Battlezone may also be affected."

Everyone got inside the portal and arrived on a planet that looks really fimiliar. Like the ones they show on science fiction movies. "Looks like a standard alien desert to me." Spinner said. "Everybody make some dust. Find me a key!" Vert said as he went to the other direction. "As soon as I find out what's wrong my axle. Catch up with you." Stanford parked his car on an area near a mountain. You got annoyed because you couldn't see the rest of the zone for a bit.

Stanford got out of the reverb with a socket wrench that he carries with him. He crossed your arms as you watched him open the bonet. "First rule of a manual servo repair. Never need one." Stanford started to twist and turn some of the parts with the socket wrench. You grunted in annoyance. "Hey Stan. Can I get out and watch the view. I wanna walk around a bit." You asked. "No. Vert told me to make sure your inside the Reverb at all cost." Stanford replied. Not looking in your direction. "Come on! I don't wanna sit here! I just wanna walk!!!" You whined. But, he just ignored you. You looked outside and sighed. Then you got an idea. "Hey stan. I'll make a promise to you if you let me out." You said. He looked at you, a brow raised. "What promise?" He asked. "If you let me out, I'll tell Grace how amazing you are! I know you like her and I'm sure she'll listen to me. That way, she'll ask you out!" You said, with a big smile. He rubbed his chin and thought about it for a second. A smile formed on his face. "Okay! You can come out!" He said. You felt really happy and when you got out of the reverb, you gave Stanford a big hug. "Thank you!!!" You said, before going to the other side, enjoying the view.

You kept walking around until you saw something coming from the distance. It looked like a gold chariot... And it was coming towards you. You ran to Stanford and hid behind him. He gasped when he saw one of his enemies right in front of him. He dropped his socket wrench as the mutant like creature aimed his crossbow at him.

"Go on then! What are you waiting for fang face?!" Stanford said with pure hate. "Even though you humans want to destroy my world, I cannot attack an unarmed man." Kalus said. Stanford looked at him, confused. "Who are you? And what have you done with Kalus?" Stanford asked. "And you, are not acting like a member of the evil battle force 5!" Kallus exclaimed. "Evil battle force 5?" You whispered. Stanford looked at you, indicating he was confused, just as you.

"Mount your vehicle and let us battle as honour dictates." Kalus said. Stanford took a step back, almost stepping on your feet. "Uhh.... One moment..." He said before he spoke through his com. "Guys! Kalus has me in his crosshairs, but he's being... Honourable. Please advice." "On our way!" Vert replied as he and the others went to where Stanford stood.

You saw the team coming towards them from the distance. The tension was relieved.

"Huh! Typical Battle Force 5. Refusing to choose the Vandal code to settle our differences like gentleman!" Kalus spat.

"A vandal gentleman? Huh! In what world?" Sherman asked. "Maybe in this world. Sage said the battlezone could be affected. Captain Kalus! Wait! Please." Vert stopped the Saber infront of him. You and Stanford quickly got inside the Reverb and he aimed the sonic canons at Kalus. "Captain Kalus!" Vert called as he got out, without bringing his double edged sword. Kalus aimed his crossbow at him. "I'd like to speak with you! I've come unarmed." He walked towards him. "Vert! We've got him surrounded. What are you doing?!" Agura questioned. "Playing a hunch I'm about to wish I never had. Cover me but stay back." Vert said. Kalus got out of his chariot. "What kind of trickery is this?!" He questioned. Vert held out his arm, motioning Stanford to turn off the sonic canons.

"You... Ordered your team to stay back..." Kalus said. "I did. So, where is yours?" Vert asked. "Ugh! You know very well what happened to them!" Kalus said before sniffing Vert's uniform. "Or do you?" Kalus got surprised of the scent Vert had. It wasn't the same scent he was fimiliar with.

"It's not Kalus!" Vert turned around to the team. "Uhh... How many talking lions with crossbows are there riding around in gold chariots?" Agura was confused. Zoom came and stopped the chopper beside the tangler. "Just did a flyby on the battle key!" He said before turning to Vert. Surprised to see Kalus standing next to him. "Whoa! And we're not whipping lion butt why?" "Somehow those solar flares must of connected us to a dimention exactly opposite our own." Sherman explained. You gasped in surprise. "Am I gonna see the opposite version of the team?" You thought. "With good Vandals! (Idk what word he said after that... lol)" Stanford said, confused and surprised at the same time. "So where's the rest of your team?" Vert asked. "My good friends Hatch, Xever and Crocomodo were elimimated... Long ago...." Kalus said sadly. His face drooped down. You looked at him with pity. "By who?" Vert asked. "By.... Them...." Kalus pointed to the distance, as he heard a team of cars racing towards them. The whole team looked at the distance and saw their opposites. "Those look just like our rides!" Sherman exclaimed. "Normally it's between me and that battle force 5. Which exists only to conquer peacefull worlds..." Kalus said.

"Well... Look what we have here?" The alternative vert's voice was heard through the com. You gasped at how his tone was so.... Evil... "They look like us, but they're so... Clean." "Not after I'm done with them." "I wanna smash them. Into teeny tiny bits!" "Wow Sherm! That was nearly a complete sentence!" "Oh, you boys are like soooo immature!" "Shut your traps. First we get the key. Then we play...." A fit of evil laughter sent chills down your spine. Anti-Vert noticed you sitting with Stanford. He looked at you and winked. "Uhhh...." You had no words to say. "Whoa. Doppleganger dudes really got their fight on!" Spinner said. "Can't let 'em get the key. What do you need Zoom?" Vert asked. "Battle key is in the side of a mini mountain. Gonna need Agura!" Zoom replied. "Nothings out of my reach!" Agura said. "Agura go for the key. Everyone else on defense. Let's go!" The team charged towards their opposites. They looked at each other in pure hate. You gripped on your seat because of how fast the Reverb was going.

"Looks like those goodie goodies are gonna get in our way!" Anti-Spinner said. "Split up. Take 'em one on one." Anti-Vert ordered. The Saber's blades collided with each other. Anti-Vert's blade scraped past the Saber. Vert grunted in anger.

Anti-Vert's Saber got near the Reverb and he came to your side of the car. "Hey sexy! He thinks he's better than me. Let me show you what I can do." He said before charging towards Vert's Saber. Vert got really angry when his alternarive self called you "sexy". God, he wanted to punch his anti-self's perfect teeth. "If you are trying to challenge me, you're doing a terrible mistake! I'm gonna kick your butt!" Vert said. "That will be in your dreams. The woman/man is mine!" Anti-Vert said. "No, mine!" Vert muttered. "She/he is mine!"

You were watching the entire thing. Each time Vert gets pushed back by his anti self, Anti-Vert has a grin on his face. He knows you are still watching the fight. But, you suddenly can't see them because the Reverb has gone away from them. "Stanford. Follow the girl/boy and try to wreck their Reverb." Anti-Vert said. "Consider it done!" He said. You saw Anti-Stanford following the Reverb really tightly. "Ohmygosh. Please go faster!" You said. "I am!" Stanford swerved the car left and right. Trying to avoid the sonic attacks. His anti self got to your side and you gasped when he made his car push the Reverb to the side. Both Stanford and his evil self pushed each other back and forth. "Coming here was a bad idea..." You regreted annoying Vert. This is what Vert has been warning you about. Something like this always happen. Suddenly, Anti-Stanford pushed his vehicle too hard on the Reverb. Causing the mirror on your side to break. Shards of glasses fell onto your arm. It's sharp sides grazed your skin. Causing a cut on the thin layer of skin. But enough to bleed. It stinged a little. "We'll get away from.... Me..." Stanford somehow managed to turn the Reverb, making it face his anti self. They both sonic blasted each other. Stanford and his anti self took the hit, causing the Reverb to be pushed back. You hit your head really hard on the back and on the side..... The glass shards cut the side of your cheek. It started to bleed and your head hurts fr om hitting the back too hard. "(Y/N)!!! You're bleeding!!!" Stanford gasped in horror. "I'm... I'm okay... Just go!" You said. The Reverb took off, leaving Anti-Stanford alone. You started to feel nauseous and a splitting headache took place. "I... I don't feel so good..." You said, covering your mouth. Trying not to vomit because of how the Reverb's movement is. "I'll take you somewhere that'll keep you safe!" Stanford said.

Stanford parked the Reverb on a small cave. A cave where it's not clearly seen. Both you and Stanford got out. You sat on the floor, leaning onto the wall, as Stanford inspected your injuries. "I don't have an emergency kit. Sorry about that..." Stanford apologized. "N-no it's okay." You said, as you took out your handkerchief from your pocket. You placed it on your cheek, hoping the bleeding will stop. "I should be the onr who's sorry. I shouldn't have come here." You said sadly. "It's okay (Y/N)." Stanford smiled. "You stay here. The Reverb is already damaged. If you're in it, then it'll cause more injuries to you. Our opposites won't find you." Stanford said as he got inside the Reverb. He disappeared into the distance and you sighed. "I shouldn't have come here..."

Vert and his anti-self kept pushing their vehicles on each other, causing a lot of damage. He chuckled. "You already know that soon, the woman/man that you have brought with you on your mission will be mine! I already know it. You're weak!" He said. "Not gonna happen!" Vert shouted. Then Anti-Vert saw the Reverb coming out from the side of a mountain, but you weren't there with him. "Are you sure Vert?" Anti-Vert asked before violenly pushing Vert's Saber with his blades. Vert's vehicle flipped over and Anti-Vert went to where Stanford came.

You started to feel lightheaded and your head was throbbing and you placed your hand on the back of your head. You felt warm liquid covering your palm. It was blood. You sighed, praying the team will come back to get you. You laid down and curled up like a ball, trying to fall asleep. After a few minutes, you heard a vehicle coming towards you. It sounded like the Saber. You felt relieved for Vert being here and you got up... Only to see his alternative self staring at you. He chuckled. "Are you trying to rest my love?" He asked. "I'm not your love! Leave me alone!" You said, as you stood up. "You don't know what I am capable of. I'm way better than the Vert from your homeworld." He said. "Oh no no no. You are just a freak. I don't like men like you!" You shouted. He looked at you with no emotion. He took a step towards you and you took a step back. "Me? A freak? Ha! You don't know me well dear." Vert said. "And you don't know me as well. I'm capable of fighting you off. I have a black belt in karate!" You exclaimed. Suddenly, Anti-Vert just burst out into laughter. "Do you really expect me to believe that?! You don't look like the type to be violent." He said. "Oh, But I am. Don't mess with me!" You said. He took a step forward and you lunged at him, ready to punch his face. But, he grabbed both of your wrist. "Hm... A black belt in karate, huh?" He said, mockingly. "I-I just went e-easy on you!" You said, as you tried to pull yourself out of his grip. But, he was too strong. "Don't even try. You're weak!" He said. You mentally slapped yourself from doing that stupid move. The amount of energy you took to get out of his grip made you feel as if the world was spinning around you. Your legs became weak and you almost fell down, but Anti-Vert caught you. He grazed his fingers on the cut on your cheek. "Looks like Stanford got a little harsh on you...". "I'm very sorry about that..." He suddenly pinned you against a wall.

He looked at how vulnerable you are. It didn't take long to smash his lips onto yours. You couldn't protest as your body felt like jelly. He stopped kissing you as you bit his tongue harshly. "Gah!" He hissed in pain. You fell down on the floor. "D-don't do i-it a-again...." You spoke. Your voice was weak. The blood from his tongue starts to drip down from his mouth. "I would love my woman/man to be a little more compliant. I don't mind playful biting.... But, not in a way it'll stop someone from kissing you..." He said. "Go... To... Hell!" You spat. He just laughed. "You will be under my control when I take you away from them!" He said, with a wicked smile.

"STAY AWAY FROM HER YOU SACK OF SH*T!!!" Someone shouted from the distance. You both looked at who it was. It was Vert. Your Vert. He ran towards his anti-self and kicked him in the guts. Anti-Vert grunted in pain. "You will seriously gonna regret doing that!" He said. "YOU WILL SERIOUSLY GONNA REGRET TAKING MY WOMAN/MAN AWAY FROM ME!!!!" Vert shouted. Then, both Vert and his alternative self started to have a fist fight. You couldn't move or speak, and you laid down almost unconscious.

Vert somehow beaten his anti-self down. He ran to you and picked you up. "You're bleeding!!!" He gasped as he felt the warm liquid from your head. He ran out of the cave and placed you inside the Reverb. "Get her/him home! Now!" He ordered. Stanford nodded and he took you to the hub. He went back to the Saber and looked at his anti-self. "You and I are gonna have a fight. With our vehicles..." He said.

Part 2 (Coming Soon)

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Hello Friend! I saw you reply to someone asking about requests, and thought you might be able to help me out! I'm currently a few days out from having a spinal tap (I got a needle jammed into my spine to take fluid, GROSS AND PAINFUL) and as an after effect, I've had a killer headache when not laying down. Apparently this is common, I was expecting a three day max, it has been five and I'm finally finding relief.

Enough about me, more about me: Can you consider talking about how the Bad Batch would comfort their significant other after having a spinal tap/other physically draining (No pun intended) medical procedure?

Oh my goodness, that does sound painful! 😟 I hope you're doing better now! You know these boys would just be the best caretakers for their partners during a time like this.

Hunter: Is perhaps even more miserable than you. He can't stand to see you in such discomfort, and even worse, he feels so helpless in not knowing what to do to ease your pain. What else can be done outside of medicine, rest, and time? If he knew, you'd best bet he'd do it. But since he does not, he fusses over you with frown lines and an unsettled feeling in his stomach. He'll do best if you give him some instructions, or simply make some room on your bed for him to saddle up and hold you through your recovery.

Wrecker: Maintains a positive attitude, a refreshing break from the concern and fussing you may get from others. He may worry about you in his own way, but ultimately he knows you're strong and will pull through this. So he'll focus on keeping your spirits high instead. Be prepared to be carried around a lot; even if you don't need to, it still makes him feel like he's helping. If laughing is too exhausting/painful for you, he'll tone things down and find other ways to bring you a gentler joy, like playing your favorite movie, or making you a warm meal.

Tech: Has your recovery schedule down to a science. He will dutiful administer your medicines like clockwork, will ensure you are balancing rest and activity, will check in on you frequently to gauge your symptoms. He may feel smothering at times, but it's all with the best intentions. It's the only way he knows how to care, to follow the prescribed recovery process so you don't have to feel this way forever. His calm and seemingly disconnected demeanor may end up being a good thing; you can whine and groan as much as you need and he will remain steady through it all.

Crosshair: Is almost as helpless as Hunter, he just hides it a lot better. You are his anchor in life, so he wants to be your rock in return. He'll push down his feelings of anxiety to take care of whatever need you have with swift and stoic attention. If you need some space or just some time to rest, he'll still be as close as possible in order to keep an eye on you. He notices every grimace of pain, each extra breath you have to take to get through the day. He'll be so relieved once you're back in full health.

Echo: Is by your side through the entire experience, from the procedure itself to recovery and beyond. He knows all too well what the human body can suffer, how side-effects can cause complications or at least annoyance, and that recovering simply takes so much out of you, both physically and emotionally. Such an unpleasant time should not be experienced alone. He will hold your hand, wait on you hand and foot, reassure you as many times as needed... taking care of you as best as he is able. His devoted and tireless love will never be more apparent than in a time like this.

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Day #36: Love Story (Epilogue)

The day is finally here. Korkie and Crosshair might have been just a brain worm, but these two have been fun to write. So long boys. May the Force be with you.

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(Epilogue)

The rich deserts of Kalevala was shining through the windshield of the Katalyst and the passengers were happy to be back. Even if it wasn’t going to be for long.

Fennec had the pilot’s pit to herself. Korkie and Crosshair were far too busy at their bedroom to be the pilots. Sarad was too busy playing with her wedding bow that she tore it apart. Crosshair was smirking too much for Korkie’s sake.

“That’s my duchess!” Crosshair said. “You look better with armor anyway.”

“Cross, she’s too tiny,” Korkie groaned. “She’s the size of a two-year old. Kryze would wear armor when they’re bigger. Also, today’s our wedding.”

“Well, it’s a Mandalorian wedding. Shouldn't we have armor?”

“We have weapons. No one is going to attack our wedding if they know what’s good for them.”

Crosshair smiled and kissed his fiancee’s forehead. It was a year since they’ve met and they’ve been through so much. The fights, the target practice, the bounties and having Sarad. They grew as partners and as a couple. And now they’re getting married in Kalevala.

Which was Crosshair’s idea. He wanted Bo-Katan to watch him marry her former nephew. Though, he said it was because he wanted to marry at the place they first met.

Korkie didn’t believe his excuse, but he wanted Nanny Rana to watch his wedding. Also, he wanted to see Bo-Katan faint at the sight of him marrying Crosshair while the Bad Batch was in attendance.

The Bad Batch was already at Kalevala because of Crosshair. He wanted Rana to get them fitted for the wedding and he deathly knows how bad they were at wearing top-grade suits. Hunter and Echo were always trying to get away from wearing something they felt undeserving, Tech would be too busy talking about clothing facts to wear one, and Wrecker was just big. Yet, Rana seemed to know what to do since she sent a comm of them in their wedding outfits.

As for the Shands. Well, Luka was once a wedding officiant before Fennec was born and he did demand that he wear clothes fitting for a former officiant. Kristal wore a motherly blue gray dress that matched her husband’s clothes. Fennec wouldn’t stop beaming in happiness at the sight of her happy parents. She asked to wear a dress with leggings in case of a Bo-Katan attack.

As for the grooms and Sarad? Crosshair had a gray suit he asked Rana to prepare for his wedding. It was simple and made out of Beskar to make sure it would hold for years. Korkie wanted to wear the last outfit he ever created for his mother. A rather plain blue dress that he knows Bo-Katan would try to burn in anger. To match her fathers, Korkie made Sarad wear a gray and blue dress. With a now broken blue bow because it wasn't made with Beskar.

Fennec saw the Havoc Marauder and landed near the Bad Batch’s ship. The four exited the Katalyst with two boxes containing Fennec’s dress and Korkie’s wedding dress. Rana and the Shands greeted the four first. Then, the Bad Batch came out and hugged Crosshair.

“Congrats, Crosshair,” Hunter said. “I’m so proud to call you my brother.”

“I’m happy to know you’re the one giving me away,” Crosshair said.

They went back to the mansion to talk about the steps of the wedding. Korkie and Fennec went to their rooms to wear their dress while Crosshair was too busy cradling Sarad. Rana and the Shands went to the garden to finish up the place.

“She’ll always have bragging rights against future siblings,” Wrecker said.

“Your next children would possible ask you for a recreation of the wedding,” Tech pointed out. “ Sarad might rally them if she wants them to understand what a wedding is.”

“Wouldn’t they already understand if they teach the kids?” Echo asked.

“They might,” Crosshair said. “But, I’d be happy to recreate the best day of my life.”

Hunter laughed. Crosshair had changed from the cold sniper they all knew. HE was kinder and warmer.

“It’s time,” Kristal said when she fetched them. “The place is ready, Fennec is there, Rana is getting Korkie and my husband is trying his best not to cry. Oh, and the birds are singing like it’s the biggest wedding in the whole galaxy.”

The Bad Batch and Sarad were taken to the garden where Crosshair met Korkie. He gave Sarad to Fennec and the girls went to their designated spot. Tech, Wrecker and Echo went to the opposite side of her. Hunter took out his arm and walked Crosshair down the aisle. Hunter was not going to cry before his brother said his vows. At the aisle, Crosshair looked at the entrance and smiled. Korkie was wearing the wedding dress like a true Duke of Mandalore and had a bouquet of beautiful flowers. Rana was already crying since she was full of happiness that she couldn’t wait.

When Korkie took to his side of the aisle, Crosshair couldn’t stop laughing at the sight of his groom. He had a hard life as a defective clone, but what can he say now? He got the best man to marry him.

“Friends, Family and Guest,” Luka started. “We are gathered here to join these men as husbands in wedded life. If there is anyone who would deny this right, speak now--”

The door open and Korkie groaned in unsurpassed annoyance. Bo-Katan and her Nite Owls had arrived. They brought Amis, Lagos and Soniee with them.

“What now Lady Bo-Katan?!” Korkie screamed. “I know I’m not supposed to be here, but this place is where my husband and I met!”

Bo-Katan steeled herself as Amis, Lagos, ans Sonies said sorry to the wedding party.

“I’m not here to stop you,” she said.

Korkie and Crosshair gave her a surprised look. She had to be joking, right?

“I really am not going to ruin whatever this is. I’m just here to witness it and finally announce that Satine’s bloodline has finally ended. You’re more than open to continue. I just have to see the last of my sister leave Clan Kryze and be with someone I know might not have been the best pick, but the one that makes him happy for the rest of his life.”

Bo-Katan said nothing else and let the wedding continue by having her Nite Owls stand next to the doors as if they were going to exit the instant the wedding ended. Korkie nodded at his former aunt and her decision. It might have been more hurtful to her losing the last piece of Satine, but even they knew their relationship was not going to be the same anymore.

“Well,” Luka said. “Let’s get back to the wedding. I’ve read the entire book on Kryze weddings, and I know it’s time for the promise vows. Then after the vows, it’s the marriage vows to which they’ll be husbands for life.”

Korkie went first since he was a former Kryze.

“Crosshair,” he started. “When I first met you, I was an unhappy former duke who had his entire life destroyed and was exiled from Mandalore for whatever reasons. I initially wanted to use you to get away from Mandalore and anger my entire House because you were there in my visions getting me away from Mandalore.

Then, I realize I’m not a master manipulator and stuck myself to you because why not? I’m already away from Kalevala and you’re a bounty hunter, so what were the chances?”

The entire wedding party laughed much to Crosshair’s dismay. He really know how to end up with Korkie of all Mandalorians.

“Then, we bonded. I know I made stupid risk that day getting the carbonite unit and almost got both of us killed, but I’m grateful that you saw that I was just trying to help. Then, I forgot the fuel for the hyperdrive and we talked about our respective families. Then, Tatooine where we met Fennec...”

Korkie took a breathe and finally cried looking at his Crosshair.

“What I’m just saying is, you had multiple chances to just ditch me and leave me for dead, but you didn’t. You said I was important when I needed to hear it. I made me feel important after all the pain I had been given after my mother’s death. You gave me a family again. I will never stop loving you and I will always love hearing that I’m your husband til the day I die. I love you, Cyare.”

Crosshair smiled. He knows it’s his turn, but he needs a pause. He took a breathe and spoke.

“You’re never going to stop being important to me,” he declared. “I was angry, lonely, and I had just broke away from my brothers. I wanted to show me I was capable of being a big-time bounty hunter and it lead me to you. I’ll never forget the day I thought I had you as a bounty, you were just sitting here in this garden ready for a deal that would change my life. I didn’t believe you until you almost killed that Death Watch commander and made me realize how true your deal was.

Ans you’re right, we had a bunch of ups and downs, but you never gave up on me. I remember the day I was teaching Fennec how to shoot. We both know it was a disaster since I’m not a teacher, but instead of just leaving me in the rain, you came for me and told me I can always talk to you. Which is true because despite the fact I made you feel like we’re galaxies apart at times, you still wanted to be near me. You were patient and you did not take my words as a sign of backing off, but instead you kept telling me that I can talk to you. Then, you’re old friends came, and I really thought for one second you’d leave me for them. Yet, you never did and you made us trick them into thinking we’re already married by scarring Lagos for life with us kissing like it’s our actual wedding night.”

Lagos blushed as Bo-Katan looked at her with dismay. She never did tell Bo-Katan that Korkie and Crosshair might have done the deed before marriage. The Bad Batch had to hold their laughter as Bo-Katan looked like she was about to faint. They were betting with Fennec on this. One hundred credits on the line.

“And like you said, we have a family to ourselves because of our bond. Well, including my brothers and Fennec it’s a quite a chaotic family. Yet, it’s perfect for me. You healed me and I’d die fighting for this marriage, and this family. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, my darling Korkie. You’re forever the only one for me.”

“Now for the marriage vows!” Luka announced.

Korkie and Crosshair looked at each other’s eyes and started their vows.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde" (We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.)”

The two Keldabe kissed first and kissed on the lips afterward.

The entire place erupted in cheers. Even Bo-Katan and her Nite Owls cheered for the marriage. Then, Bo-Katan went towards them.

“Please,” Bo-Katan begged. “Tell you didn’t pull a Satine. You know? As in did the deed before marriage?”

Korkie blushed and ducked his head on Crosshair’s suit. Crosshair shrugged as if to say ‘So what?’

Bo-Katan fainted to the happiness of Wrecker and Fennec. They did bet against Hunter, Tech and Echo that Bo-Katan might come and faint during the wedding. The three placed their credits to the winners as the Nite Owls grabbed her and steadied the heiress.

“You really are Satine’s son,” Bo-Katan said. “Going after the worst possible suitors and being in love with them.”

“At least I’m not a Jedi,” Crosshair pointed out.

“That kind of makes it less painful.”

Bo-Katan exited the mansion with her Nite Owls following her. Amis, Lagos, and Soniee stayed for the wedding reception. Which was minutes after the wedding. The food was great, the atmosphere was nice and the family pictures were one to remember.

As Korkie and Crosshair took their last couples photo alone. They took each other’s hand and closed their eyes. This was the best love story they had a part in. It felt like a dream come true to the both of them.

(That is my fan art of Crosshair and Korkie. It was a hard fought second place.)

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Black Leather - Chapter 30

The moment Steve’s sneakers hit the grass; you could feel the tension in the air change; a buzzing, almost electrical feeling whipping up my skin, like when a storm’s coming in and you can sense the change in air pressure.

I followed out after him; my boots noticeably lighter sounding despite their clunky design.

Slowly; step by step, we crept out in the open, already adopting the soldiers’ stance of bent knees and sharp eyes.

Dart let off a low chortle.

A warning. He knew we were after him.

I could see his hackles rising; a distinctly canine trait despite me knowing he was far from it.

Steve began to whistle; a cheery sharp sound more suited to calling a dog than a monster.

“Come on, buddy…’ He called, finishing it off with a series of whistles just in case he didn’t seem crazy enough.

“Come here, fella. Good boy.” Steve cooed as we crept closer, eyes fixed on the suspicious looking creature.

“Steve; cut it out. It’s not a dog.” I muttered under my breath, not entirely sure we should be treating this thing like a pet.

“Have you got any better ideas?” He pointedly asked, still not taking his eyes off the demogorgon.

I sighed, knowing he was probably right; goddamnit!

“Here boy…” I began to call, feeling every ounce the idiot as we cooed to a Lovecraftian horror like some puppy.

“Dinner time.” Steve coaxed it; and I tried not to think of the very real implications that we may end up in this thing’s stomach.

Dart continued to watch us, and I was beginning to wonder if this plan was gonna work at all.

“Aren’t you hungry, fella?” I asked; forcing a fake smile, because maybe this thing could read facial expressions.

“Human tasted better than cat; I promise…” Steve continued to tempt it, edging closer and closer still.

Finally; Dart started to respond, slowly approaching us; strange flowerlike jaws snapping at us experimentally.

Steve whipped his bat in front of him, warding Dart off like a lion tamer and his beast.

“Have you got a shot?” Steve asked, focusing on the creature in front of us in case it decided to pounce.

“Almost…” I said, lining up a shot with my gun so I could see Dart in my crosshairs.

“Just a little further…” I waited, because the fucking thing wouldn’t move it’s head and I needed a damn headshot.

“Come on, come on…” Muttered Steve, watching as the beast began to hesitate, almost as if it sensed my gun on him.

If it just moved left a little—

“Steve! Lola! Watch out!” Yelled Lucas from the top of the bus, but we didn’t have time to look.

“A little busy here!” Replied Steve, not taking his eyes off Dart, because goddamnit; we could see what it was doing! We didn’t need a—

“Three o’clock! Three o’clock!” Lucas yelled; and I turned my gun just in time to spot another demagorgon jump onto the hood of a junked car, hissing menacingly.

“Shit! You got that one?” Steve asked, noticing the other demodog, but not moving his bat away from the first.

“It’s alright. I got it in my sights. You just watch the other one.” I reassured him, settling my crosshairs over the advancing creature.

“Steve! Lola!” Yelled out the voice of Dustin, and I suddenly realised that must’ve meant he’d opened the bus door.

“Abort! Abort!” He yelled from the doors; and goddamnit! This kid was gonna get himself killed!

Suddenly, I heard hissing, and before we knew it, Dart was making a leap at Steve.

I fired at him; aiming for the head, but in quarters as close as these, it was hard to see if it met its mark.

I think my shot went wide, then—

Fuck!

The other demodog came sailing towards me, and I was beginning to think this was it…

Fuck me for watching out for Steve’s dumb a—

Shit! I landed on the metal hood of a car with a thud; the metal cold and hard against my back.

I immediately pressed my gun up, ready to fend off whatever had landed on top of me, only to realise it was Steve.

I didn’t get time to thank him for the save before the Demodog took another leap at us, but Steve managed to take a swing at it.

Wood met flesh with a firm crack, and I think Steve must’ve broken one of that thing’s legs, but it still wasn’t dead. I could fix that.

I lined up a shot with it quickly, before firing into its back.

It wasn’t a headshot, but I didn’t have time to check my kill, Steve already grabbing my arm to haul both our asses back to the bus where the kids were beckoning frantically in the doorway.

“Quick! Run! Run!” They yelled, and I swear the growls of the demagorgons had gotten louder, but I wasn’t about to stop and check.

We were almost at the door now, and I could literally feel the demagorgons snapping at our heels behind us.

We made a dive for the door, fully expecting not to make it and end up being dragged back by the ankles by a pack of vicious demagorgons.

Steve landed first; his heavier frame landed back first on the bus floor with a firm thump.

I came next, landing straight on top of him; hands quickly shooting out above him to stop myself from giving him a pretty debilitating headset.

Steve stared straight up at me; deep brown eyes sparkling with life and adrenaline, and was it just me or had his pupils gotten larger?

I smiled down at him, enjoying how he tensed beneath me, because fuck; Steve was such a sub, and a pretty one.

Steve was always so very pretty; everyone thought so, and here on the floor of a junked bus, he was no different.

Soft waves of brown hair spilling in a relative halo around his head, dumb pretty boy smile across his lips that just made you wanna kiss it off hi—

And what the hell was I thinking? This was Steve I was thinking about!

The same guy who I’d known since seventh grade.

The very same guy who made stupid jokes just to see me laugh.

The very same guy who dropped me home after Tina’s Halloween party; who held me when I’d cried because Billy had been a total dick, and goddamnit; this was Stev—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sound of three very heavy bodies colliding with the closed door snapped me out of my thoughts; me quickly dismounting Steve to scramble towards the other side of the bus.

“Shit!!” Dustin exclaimed, but Steve was already on it, grabbing a piece of scrap metal from the floor and holding it to the door with his feet.

I began to reload my shotgun, knowing Steve wouldn’t be able to keep them out for long.

“They can’t get in! They can’t!” Insisted Lucas, but I don’t think the demagorgons cared, still throwing themselves at the bus door with angry hisses and bangs.

“Shitshitshitshitshitshit!” Panicked Dustin, and I don’t think he was the only one—

Shit! The demagorgons had managed to break through, already clambering to get onto the bus, but Steve wouldn’t let that happen; already standing with his bat in hand, taking swings at it’s snapping jaws.

Meanwhile; I managed to get another bullet into my shotgun, silently cursing the day I’d convinced my dad that he didn’t need a newer model.

“Is anyone there? Mike? Will? God? Anyone?!” I could hear Dustin yelling down the radio; a last ditch attempt at getting backup, despite all of us knowing we were terrifyingly alone out here.

I raised my shotgun, aiming past Steve to fire at the attacking demagorgon.

BANG! BANG!

I fired both rounds into the monster, forcing it to retreat out of the bus, and goddamnit; why weren’t these things dead yet?!

I didn’t have time to contemplate the potential invulnerability of the demagorgons; the beasts in question having already circled the bus and begun to fling themselves at the back of the bus.

The kids began to shriek in terror, and I was really beginning to regret agreeing to this field trip, because goddamnit; I could deal with monsters, but screaming children?!

“We’re at the old junkyard, and we are going to die!” Yelled Dustin into the radio, stating the truth we really didn’t need to hear, even as Max and Lucas began hopelessly looking for an escape route.

Unfortunately, not all of us had time to panic; me already getting to work at reloading my shotgun, but I don’t think I brought enough shells for this, and fuck it; I don’t even think they were work—

BOOM!

Something managed to land on the roof; the whole bus shaking with the force of the impact.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I could hear heavy footsteps reverberating on the metal roof of the bus, but somehow; I don’t think my dad had managed to parachute down and rescue us--

“AHHHHH!” Max let out a scream, staring up from the foot of the ladder at something above the sunroof.

Me and Steve rushed over to her; already knowing what it was.

“Out of the way! Out of the way!” Instructed Steve, shoving her to one side.

I levelled my shotgun with the face of a snarling demogorgon; it’s jaws parting to let out a roa--

BANG! BANG!

I unloaded my shells into the back of its throat, watching as it fell to one side and off the roof of the bus with a sickening squelch.

The bus suddenly stopped shaking, and the demagorgons hissing and roaring started to become fainter as if they were—

They were retreating!

Thank fucking god!

I wanted to fall down on my knees and praise whatever god was listening for sparing us from a gory death, but I couldn’t quite yet; not until we knew for sure.

——————————————————————————

Five minutes later, after Steve and I knew it wasn’t a trap and we weren’t about to get jumped by demagorgons the moment we opened the door, we ventured out of the bus.

Steve went outside first, nailbat in hand, because despite the fact I was better armed and more suited to fighting at range; he still had to play the gentleman and keep me out of danger.

I followed, gun at the ready, because it would be a cold day in hell when I let his ass get killed over something as stupid as chivalry.

Nothing.

Not a single living thin—

CRACK!

Me and Steve both spun towards the sound of a twig breaking; both hyper alert and ready for battle, should things get ugly.

On the outskirts of the junkyard, I could see Dart running away back towards the woods.

I raised my gun, ready to take a potshot at him, when Steve stopped me, placing his hand over my barrel and pushing it down.

I let him, deciding that I could at least defer to his judgement just this once.

Besides; we didn’t want them coming back for vengeance.

“What happened?” Lucas asked, emerging from the bus first to take a look around.

“I don’t know.” Max replied; the next to get off the bus with a shaken look on her face.

“Do you think we scared them off?” Dustin asked, sidling up between me and Steve as if he’d done anything but screaming and whining.

“It’s possible—“ Steve replied,

“No.” I interrupted as Steve rested his bat on his shoulder, ready to call it a day.

Fuck; I was ready to call it a day, but I couldn’t, not if they were going.

I could hear the demagorgons growls and hisses in the distance, echoing as they retreated.

I knelt on the ground, studying the start of a blood trail leading into the woods.

“They’re going somewhere.”

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Nothing Kingly about being Caught in the Crosshairs

Even the sadness of that day, even the pain of that day-

I loved every bit of it, together with you

( thanks to @thecursedvaultchild for bet reading, as well as giving me title ideas )

* * *

A little something for @hogwartsmysterystory ! We talked about Lau x Ethren for a hot minute, and next thing I know is I’m writing this.

I hope you will enjoy !

* * *

It was a warm, calm summer day, and yet young Laurent couldn’t stop moving, to the point that his mother almost passed out from exhaustion after hours and hours of running after him whenever he’d stray off too far... which basically meant, every five minutes. Seriously, what was it with that kid ? It seemed like whenever the opportunity arose, he just had to get up and run, no matter the situation. It even happened, in fact, during a funeral, something that Jeanne Clemence wasn’t that proud of.

But hey, he was a kid. People automatically forgive kids for their mistakes, no matter how big they are.

At last, Jeanne managed to get Lau to sit down on her lap, and in order to keep him from moving too much, she sunk her thin fingers into his hair, petting them softly and immediately soothing her boy who pressed himself agains his mother. A thin smile curled Jeanne’s lips, and she raised her head to admire the blue, cloudless sky.

“How beautiful is that, don’t you think, honey ? It’s as if the sky is showing off it’s beauty... what an attention seeker !”

She giggled, but Lau didn’t seem to find that joke that fully. Instead, with his small hands, he gripped at his mother’s hair and started twirling them around his fingers.

“That’s mean, mummy. Don’t insult the sky”

“Am not !” she giggled. “Let’s just say that she knows she is beautiful... no wonder she has so many admirers”

Who doesn’t stop in the middle of their daily activities to take a look at the sky ? If some people truly dared to ignore it, Jeanne couldn’t understand them at all... and maybe even judge them a little.

“You know, Laurent, I had many admirers when I was a teenager... many men hoped to go on a date with me ! However, only your dad caught my eye... and believe me, it was love at first sight...”

Lau couldn’t help but roll his eyes, and he shifted his attention from his mother’s hair to the grass underneath her legs. So pretty, so green... and much more entertaining than her boring monologue about her suitors.

“Believe me, honey. Falling in love... it’s the best thing that happened to me, quite frankly. It’s as if I was floating right over there, in the sky, and that I would never fall off ! And-”

“Mooooom, that’s BO-RING !”

“Ahah ! You say that now, darling, but one day, you’ll meet a beautiful girl, and you’ll want to do anything for her...”

“EW !!”

* * *

If Lau had inherited one thing from his mother, it was a strikingly green thumb. When he was a child, she would always drag him to her garden, whether he wanted it or not. Soon enough, however, he found himself... oddly interested with all these plants and flowers, and was suddenly not as bored as before. In fact, he even asked her to teach him how to care for a garden, so that he could make his own one day.

As his mother ultimately died when he was seven, he had promised himself to never, ever, stop loving flowers. And he kept that promise, because tending to flowers was his way to stay by her side. Whenever he’d water plants or trim some ivy, he would think of her, and instantly feel less lonely. Sure, he had friends in Hogwarts, but can they really replace his mom ? Most likely not.

When he learned that Herbology classes were a thing at Hogwarts, he was, to put it short, deeply enthusiastic, and also relieved that he would get to spend that much time around vegetation during his Hogwarts education. Indeed, it had been a fear of his to be so busy he wouldn’t be able to care for plants, or even just admire them... but this time, he had been lucky.

Another day, another Herbology class, and while some people were talking about the Mimbulus Mimbletonia they were supposed to care for, another... topic was crossing students’ mouths, and Lau was quick to notice Tonks leaning towards Diego and him and say, with a smile on her lips:

“Ethren has a crush”

Diego Caplan’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened a little, forming a small ‘o’, but he was quick to get over the small shock and adorned his most charming smile.

“Well, finally. It’s about time for him to think about dating and such, especially with all the Vaults he has to deal with...”

“He does need to relax, but he can’t slack off either !” Tonks exclaimed, slapping Diego’s hand. “If he slacks off because he’s dating someone, he won’t think about inviting me to another adventure !”

Diego laughed, but Lau couldn’t figure out how to react yet. Relieved like Diego, or enthusiastic like Tonks ? Both ? Neither ? Something else ? He decided instead to focus on his Mimbulus Mimbletonia, but soon enough, Tonks called out his name, and he had no choice but to look at her.

“Hm ?”

“Watcha think of this, huh ? Who do you think Ethren’s mystery crush is ?”

“Now” Diego said. “Maybe he isn’t a fan of all that gossip, right Tonks ? Maybe let’s not talk about it”

Yeah, let’s not, Lau thought.

But Tonks was harder to convince.

“Let’s ! Because if we figure out who his crush is, then, we can play matchmakers !”

“You just lost all credibility, Tonks” Diego commented. “Love isn’t a game, at least, not the one you’re thinking of. We gotta let Ethren do his own thing, without rushing him... right, Lau ?”

Laurent, however, was gone. He had moved a few steps away to be far from all that gossip, but he was unlucky enough to find more people talking about it near his new spot.

And a lot of people were saying their opinion on this.

It’s so cute !

That Whitecross is sort of a freak, though...

I hope I’m the one he fancies !

Can we just keep talking about your bunny, please ? I don’t even know that guy !

A question then rose itself in Lau’s mind, and it immediately filled him with uneasiness.

How do I feel about this ?

What a good question. With an obvious answer, so obvious Lau almost wanted to laugh... but now, he couldn’t just start giggling in the middle of class, that might earn him a few weird looks.

“Of course I don’t feel good about this...” he quietly whispered to himself.

He was, in fact, filled with dread.

But also excitement.

What if-

Quickly, he shut that thought out of his mind. Nope, nope ! Right now, the only thing he needs to do is to focus on his damn plant. And to make sure it doesn’t sprays him with it’s disgusting Stinksap.

What if-

Don’t you dare think of it

What if I’m the one he likes ?

Red took over his freckled cheeks, and he accidentally knocked over his Mimbulus Mimbletona as he had attempted to reach for fertilizer.

And immediately, Stinksap squirted all over him. However, despite that awful situation, another thought slithered through his head.

I hope it’s me

A few steps away, he heard two girls whispering to each other.

“I heard it’s a Slytherin”

And Lau’s heart happily skipped a beat.

* * *

After three extremely long showers that surely drained up Hogwarts’ pipe system, Laurent was sitting next to his best friend, Barnaby Lee, who still wouldn’t stop giggling at how his friend got covered with Stinkstap. Lau jokingly rolled his eyes, smiling.

“Glad to see it’s making someone laugh”

“Awwe, sorry, Lau ! It’s just pretty rare that you mishandle a plant that badly~”

He gently patted his back, before giving his friend a worried look.

“Why did that happen, though ? You must have been pretty distracted, am I wrong... ?”

“You’re not” Lau admitted. “I suppose you’ve heard of Et-”

“Ethren’s crush ? I was right there !”

And after saying these words, Barnaby puffed out his chest with pride, as if he had just claimed he met the Minister of Magic. Then, he proceeded to give Laurent a rundown of what happened... and as he’s finished, Lau couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, puzzled.

“ ‘Do you like me, yes or no, circle your answer’... ? That’s sort of... cliché, no ?”

“I supposed he wanted to do this quickly. He did this during Potions class, he didn’t really have time to write out a heartfelt poem... I wonder if he would have done that, if he had the time !”

Probably. When Ethren wanted to, he could be pretty suave... and Lau couldn’t help but blush as a thought -maybe he’d write me a poem - crossed his mind.

“Poor guy, though” Barnaby suddenly said. “I don’t think it feels that nice, to have your entire year know that you have a crush...”

“Yeah, I’m not quite sure he likes the attention...”

His eyes flicked to the Gryffindor table, but Whitecross was nowhere to be seen. Hiding in the Artefact Room with Ben, perhaps ?

“But I sympathize wih him. Having a crush sure is hard... and quite the emotional toll, honestly”

“Yeah... that’s true” Barnaby mused.

Suddenly, he turned hopeful eyes to the redhead, smiling shyly.

“Do you... have a crush, Lau... ?”

“... yeah, I do”

Of course he’ll admit it to Barnaby. He is his best friend !

He believed having seen a few stars in Barnaby’s emerald eyes, and the taller boy blushed a little.

“Yeah... me too”

* * *

“Truth or Dare ?”

“Hmmm...”

Lau took a moment to consider the possible consequences that each choice might offer, and finally made a decision.

“Truth”

“Did you ever pet McGonagall’s cat form ?” Barnaby asked, a huge smile on his lips.

Giggles escaped from Lau’s lips, and he nodded, much to his friend’s surprise.

“Yep ! Not on purpose, thought. I thought it was just a little kitty... next thing I know, McGonagall is glaring at me. Now, Truth or Dare ?”

“Dare”

And that word is said with no hesitation, demonstrating that Barnaby was ready for just about anything.

Might as well have some fun, then.

He sprung towards his friend, and suddenly leapt right at him so that he could catch him. Luckily for him, Barnaby had fast reflexes, and he was now holding him tightly against him.

“I’m tired of walking, carry me~”

Thank Merlin Barnaby refused to turn down any dare from Lau, because his feet did kind of hurt. Stupid new shoes.

“Ok, dare” Lau declared.

“Hm... I, Barnaby Lee, dare you, Laurent Dorian King, to confess to your crush !”

Lau’s reaction was immediate: his chocolate brown eyes started to bulge out of their sockets, and his jaw fell open with shock. Definitely, he had not expected that, and Barnaby couldn’t help but feel quite satisfied.

“I-uh, what ?”

“You heard me ! You’re going to confess to your crush~”

“Put me down !”

Reluctantly, Barnaby obeyed, and once Lau was standing on his own, he plunged his gaze into his friend’s.

“Why would you ask that ?”

“Well... why not ! Ethren’s already dealing with his mystery crush, how about you do the same ? Hey, you guys can even be each other’s wingmen !”

“Now, I can’t ask Ethren to help me woo people !”

“Why not ? I’m sure he’s good at it ! I mean, as long as he doesn’t makes you write the same note he did...”

“Because... because he’s my crush, Barnaby. I... I like him”

He didn’t even mean to say that out loud. Maybe he just wanted Barnaby to leave that topic alone at once ? Maybe he just couldn’t keep that information to himself anymore ? Who knew. Certainly not Laurent.

Barnaby remained silent for an awfully long time... but eventually spoke up:

“You... like him ? He’s... he’s your crush ?”

“You’re not going to judge me because he’s a man, right ?” Lau asks, squinting his eyes into thin slits.

Barnaby was quick to react, thank Merlin.

“N-No ! No, never ! I’d never judge you, Laurent... ever. It’s just that... you and Ethren, you guys are so... different ! He’s pissed and distant half the time, and you’re so... cheery and extroverted ! Shouldn’t you like someone similar to you... ?”

“I want a lover, not a clone !” Lau exclaimed. “And why are you criticizing Ethren like that ? That’s just... how he is. People are who they are, and we love them anyway. I just happen to like him... a little bit more than intended”

Maybe his broodiness was what had attracted him in the first place. He just seemed... so different than everything else Lau had known, he felt like an adventure, one he wanted to live so badly.

Rebellious, stubborn, protective, both Lau and Ethren shared these traits, and yet, they were so different. Basically galaxies away from each other... and for some reason, Lau liked him. They were polar opposites, but he liked him anyway.

Mom once said contraries make a good match. Is that true ?

For a moment, Barnaby and Lau could only stare at each other in silence. Several times, Barnaby looked as if he was about to say something. No, scratch that. Not say something, but confess something. His eyes looked sad and dull, and his smile, while present, seemed borderline fake. What was up with him ? Before Lau could ask, his friend suddenly patted his shoulder.

“If you like him... confess to him, then ! W-Who knows, maybe he’ll share your feelings !”

Lau immediately recoils, taking a few steps away.

“Nu-nu-nuh-no way ! What if he rejects me, huh ?”

He might look confident and charismatic, but could Laurent Dorian King really handle a rejection ? ... probably not. Barnaby fervently shook his head, his grip on his friend’s shoulder tightening.

“So what ? At least, he’ll know how you feel... and you won’t be worried anymore over if he likes you or not, because you’ll know now that he isn’t interested !”

Barnaby noticed that he might not sound as encouraging as he had meant to be, and sighed.

“What I’m saying is... what is there to lose, huh ?”

Indeed, what is there to lose.

My friendship with him ? What if the rejection gets that bad ?

However, he found himself nodding.

“Yeah... I suppose you’re right, Barnaby”

And in order to not chicken out, he raised his chin, trying to make himself look even taller.

“I’ll do it ! I’ll tell him how I feel ! And who knows... maybe I’m his crush !”

* * *

But first, Lau would rather like to plan how the hell he was going to ask Ethren Whitecross out.

A note, maybe ? No. Ethren himself proved that it was a bad idea. How about a letter sent from an owl ? No, someone else might somehow get that letter. Scratch that. Soon enough, Lau begrudgingly accepted that if he was going to confess to Ethren, it will have to be done out loud. While facing him. And while hoping for the best.

Fucking shit de putain de merde

He speeded up his pace, intending to reach Slytherin’s Common Room as quick as possible. He went down a few flights of stairs, crossed empty hallways, turned a corner and-

W H A M

Quickly enough, he found himself on his ass, hitting the tiled floor with a loud ‘OOF’ releasing itself from his chest. What the fuck just happened ? Groaning, he looked up at the person he ran rather brutally into... and his blood froze in his veins as he recognized Ethren Whitecross, who was struggling to keep his balance. Clumsily, Lau attempted to get back up, but then he had to deal with his own balance, which sent him hitting the nearest wall.

“Fuckin’ hell !”

Finally, Laurent managed to get back up, and that’s when he remembered that, oh shit, Ethren was right in front of him.

Being this close, he realized one thing. Shit, I’m taller

Ethren rubbed the back of his neck, grimacing in pain.

“Had to be in one hell of a rush to run like that”

That accent. That terribly attractive American accent. Lau had his own, French accent, but he was persuaded it wasn’t as beautiful sounding.

“Sorry ‘bout that” Lau replied at last. “I... felt like runnin’”

There was one thing to know about Laurent Dorian King.

He could playfully flirt like a true master.

But when it came to real flirting... his self-confidence would immediately crumble down. I felt like runnin’ ? Fucking. Idiot.

Ethren raised a puzzled eyebrow, but smiled wanly.

“Well, exercise is good, I suppose. What else have you been up to ?”

“Eh, not much. Diego’s flirty, Tonks’ sort of annoying, Barnaby still loves creatures. As far as I know, everything is well balanced. How... how about you ?”

The answer was quite obvious, of course, and Whitecross bit on his lip.

“Let’s say I had better days”

“Yeah, I... I heard of what happened, and I’m sorry. Honestly, it’s nobody’s business that you have a crush on someone, really... but seriously, a yes or no question ? That’s cliché !”

“Well, not like I had time to write a complete poem, right ?”

Lau couldn’t help but giggle, and caught himself admiring the Gryffindor’s features. His beautiful blue eyes, his hair falling in front of them, his... KEEP YOURSELF TOGETHER, YOU DOOF !

“And... are you going to ask your crush out ?”

Ethren seemed hesitant about answering at first, which was understandable. After today’s ordeal, he probably doesn’t want to think about any of this until next Christmas.

“Maybe. Still not sure. My crush is, er... sort of rough, you know”

Laurent couldn’t help it, but he felt a spark of hope through his chest. He could be rough, he could definitely be rough. Impossibly stubborn, brutally honest, and also rough in the physical way...

He might have, impulsively, punched a few students who were annoying him.

Maybe he’s talking about me ? God, I sound so fucking hopeless right now, it’s ridiculous... fuck, Ethren is speaking.

And luckily, he caught his last few words:

“I probably won’t do it”

“Not do it ? Why not ? W-Who knows, maybe your crush is sharing how you feel ! And don’t be afraid because your first attempt failed, you can have so many other chances ! You can even sing to your crush, maybe that’ll work !”

Ethren, however, scoffed.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’ll work. Knowing Merula, she’ll probably snap my head off”

Silence. Ethren’s eyes widened as he realized he just revealed his crush.

Laurent’s mother had told him about how first crushes felt. But she had made the mistake of never telling him how heartbreaks felt.

But he was pretty sure he was having one right at this moment.

“Merula ? The Merula ?”

“Who else ?” Ethren retorted.

Of course. Who else. Lau bit softly on his lip, and quickly regained his senses.

“Yeah, true. But...”

Why her ? He swallowed with difficulty, attempting to keep all his feelings bottled inside.

“You should ask her out, no matter how rough she is. Who knows, maybe she... likes you back”

“Er... no, I’ll be fine, Lau”

“Liar” Lau was quick to reply. “You won’t be fine, I know that for a fact. Crushes are hard to deal with... so just do it ! And... you guys have been through a lot together, with the Vaults and such. I’m sure she’d be glad to be around you in circumstances different than curse-breaking”

Why was he doing this ? Why was he encouraging his own crush to ask someone else out ? The answer was simple, really.

Before everything else, Ethren Whitecross was his friend.

And his happiness was what mattered the most.

Ethren’s lips curled themselves into a smile as he stared at Lau.

“You might not be wrong. I’ll... consider it. Thank you, Lau”

He patted his shoulder, sending shivers through the Slytherin’s spine, and took his leave.

Once Lau was entirely certain he was alone, he let silent tears flow down his cheeks. A lot of people crush on me. Why not him ?

* * *

“Barnaby... how does heartbreak feel ? Do you know it ?”

At that hour, Whitecross was getting ready for his date. Was probably even heading to it. Lau, on the other hand, was sitting in a empty hallway, Barnaby by his side, their fingers linked together.

Barnaby let out a long sigh, biting on his lip. Believe me, love, I know.

Lau didn’t wait for an answer, however.

“How do you get over it... ? How do you stop the pain ?”

A sob threatened to break out of his throat, and Barnaby wrapped his arm around Lau’s shoulders, squeezing softly.

“You pretend the pain isn’t here. And eventually, it truly goes away”

#lau king #ethren whitecross #barnaby lee #merula snyde #hphm fic #hphm mc #hphm jacob's sibling #hogwarts mystery mc #hogwarts mystery jacob's sibling

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