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whatisreggieshortfor · 1 year

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Holy Shit She’s in Love

Dustin’s sister moves back to town, and Robin may be falling for the new badass.

Robin Buckley x reader

Everyone was a bit surprised when they showed up to collect Dustin and found an older girl answering the door. Steve had made a comment about his mom finally getting him a real babysitter, to which you had raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

When they asked Dustin who you were, all he had to say was “That’s Y/N.”

It wasn’t until later, when the group was stopping by Eddie’s trailer, that they realized exactly who you were.

“Henderson! You get your ass back here!” The voice echoed throughout the trailer park, none other than Billy Hargrove, but as the group glanced at Dustin to ask what he’d done, they saw you bolting around a corner with a cackle on your lips as the other boy chased after you.

“Bite me, Hargrove!” You were sprinting, a wad of clothing under your arm. Every time you’d come to visit, you went out of your way to fuck with this kid after your brother told you about the way he acted to his friends.

Dustin just shook his head as Billy came into view in nothing but underwear and shoes, “If my sister hadn’t spent so much time living with our dad in gang territory, I would worry that she’s gonna get herself killed sometimes.”

Eddie smirked, “Henderson, when were you gonna tell us you were related to a babe?”

Dustin glared, “You shut it, Munson.”

The rest of them exploded after that.

But no one noticed the way Robin stared after you.

You’d never thought your little brother would want you to join his rag tag group of monster hunters, figuring he’d want to keep his friends and his older sister separate, but then he practically begged you. You were surprised he wanted much to do with you at all, since most of your contact had been letters and once a week phone calls until you finally got kicked out of the last school in the district for fighting and your dad sent you to live with Dustin and your former step mom. But you had always hoped. Even going as far as delving into Dungeons and Dragons when he started talking about it, leveling up your own character through sporadic campaigns in case he ever wanted you to join.

Now here you were, sitting in Steve Harrington’s living room. You had one elbow on the knee you kept propped up, your foot digging into the couch cushion you sat on with the other on the floor, screwdriver twisting and tweezers moving components as you fixed Dustin’s walkie talkie. Steve wandered over at some point, leaning against the arm of the couch and saying something that you weren’t really focusing on until you heard Dustin groan, “Steve, can you not hit on my sister?”

You blinked, glancing over at the boy and raising an eyebrow when he looked embarrassed before looking back at your brother, “Is that what Harrington’s doing? I thought you said girls couldn’t resist his charm? Is that what that was supposed to be?”

Steve groaned about bullying him and something about a you suck column while Eddie started laughing so hard he had to double over before he smirked at you, “Why, princess? You got a different type?”

You heard Dustin snort, and you glanced at him again. A silent communication took place, reaffirming the two rules you had about Dustin sharing the information on the tip of his tongue. Rule one, be somewhere private. You supposed his friend’s living room sufficed. Rule two, trust the individuals with your life. When he nodded, you gave him one in return, and he called out, “Munson, she has a very specific type that neither of you happen to fit. Believe me, you are barking up the very wrong tree.”

“Oh yeah? And pray tell, what is it?” Eddie was clearly enjoying this.

You smirked right back at him, “Breasts, Munson. My type is breasts.” You heard a choke and looked over to see Robin staring wide eyed as she clutched her pop can, so you shot her a wink. “By the way, Munson, don’t call me princess. If this were a kingdom, I’d be the knight, and you’d be the jester.” Eddie just grinned, making a comment about how they already had a king just to make Steve groan some more about being bullied.

Steve was used to the kids talking over Robin if they didn’t deem her rambling as important. He would usually try to get them to stop, and if he couldn’t then he would ask her to tell him more about when he took her home.

So when everyone was scattered around his living room for movie night, and she was going on about something she’d read in one of her books but Dustin kept talking over her, he was ready to tell his favorite child to quiet down.

But as he opened his mouth, your voice cut in where you sat on the floor in front of Robin’s seat on the couch, “Dusty, I swear to fucking Vecna, if you talk over Robin one more time I’m going to tell everyone here about every embarrassing secret you have from before they met you.”

“Ha! Nice try, I don’t have any.”

“Really? So they know that mom had to buy rubber sheets for you all the way until-“

“Okay! Okay! Sorry!” Dustin grumbled, crossing his arms as he sank further into his seat.

But you turned to smile up at Robin, “Go ahead, babe. You were saying something the arms race?”

Steve didn’t miss the way Robin’s face flushed as she smiled and stuttered her way through continuing.

The monster hunting wasn’t as exaggerated as you had originally thought, though you weren’t surprised since you’d dealt with your own mysteries where you lived before moving back. But you found enjoyment in the fact that none of them let it change the personalities Dustin has told you about. Steve was still a mother hen, Eddie was still chaotic, Robin still rambled when she was nervous, and Dustin and the other kids still remembered that they were, in fact, just kids.

What bothered you was that all of them could face those dangers and put on a brave face. But you came home one day to find Dustin and Lucas trying to console a clearly upset Max. Dustin caught you looking, mumbling something to Lucas before stumbling his way across the living room to meet you in the kitchen. “It’s- Well, Y/N- I don’t know how to-“

“Just spit it out, Dusty.”

“It’s Billy.”

“Hargrove? Oh mother fucker, what did he do?”

“He’s her half brother.” Dustin explained quietly, “He doesn’t like her much. And doesn’t like her hanging out with us even more.”

With narrowed eyes you marched over to the teenage girl quietly sniffling on your couch, “Did he lay a hand on you?” Max didn’t answer, but the look she gave you told you all you needed to know. “Dustin, you remember what we used to do when dad was on a bender?”

“You don’t mean- no, Y/N- Chase and Ambush?”

“Chase and Ambush.”

“How-“

You held up a hand, moving to your bag and fishing out a worn piece of leather. “Remember when I stole his clothes? Snagged his wallet. He’s been trying to get it back for weeks now.”

You had two other rules in your life that you told the older teens about within days of meeting them. Rules you live by. Don’t lay hands on someone unless you want hands laid on you back. And never lay hands on a child.

Billy broke both by what he did to Max, and by thinking you’d let it slide.

You didn’t feel right letting Dustin and Lucas be the bait, but Dustin was adamant about it. So here you stood, in front of Hawkins High, waiting for Billy to inevitably show up to the Hellfire Club to torment his sister some more.

Absentmindedly, you twirled the baseball bat in your hands, not noticing Steve and Robin coming up behind you.

“Who’s about to get their shit rocked?” You blinked as you turned to look at Steve, about to answer when you heard the telltale sign of shouts and squeaking shoes coming down the hall.

“Open the door and stand to the side.” You watched as he listened to you, Lucas and Dustin bolting through the doorway. One…two…three…as soon as the larger boy started to breach the threshold, you swung. Colliding solidly with Billy’s knee. As he went down, you swung again, landing a hard hit into the side of his ribs. “Come on, big man! You have no problem laying into an unarmed little girl, why not take a swing at me?”

“Henderson, you little-“ he swung up from the ground, a wild haymaker that had no chance of contact, and you slammed the butt of the bat into his face.

Blood pouring from his nose, you caught his chin in your hand, “I catch you so much as looking at her the wrong way again, you won’t live to talk about it.”

Off to the side, Robin and Steve stood just in front of the teenage boys, and quietly- almost too quiet to hear over the sound of Billy’s breathing, Robin muttered, “Holy shit, I’m in love.”

It wasn’t until a few days later you came skipping into Family Video, Steve was immediately furrowing his brows because he just saw you destroy a bully with a baseball bat three days ago, you can’t be skipping like you’re a girly girl now. But here you are, swaying on your toes in front of him at the counter, hands held behind your back as you blink at him with innocent eyes. Steve thinks back to the few things he’s learned about you in the months you’ve been back.

He doesn’t trust it.

“What is it, Henderson?”

“I’m here to see about Buckley, Harrington.”

At that, Steve raises an eyebrow, because what could you want with his best friend? “What about her?”

You blew out a huff of air, leaning onto your elbows on the counter, finally relaxing into the girl he’s grown used to seeing, “Come on, man. Just level with me. Do I got a shot? Is she gay or not?”

Steve couldn’t help it, he snorted at the bluntness of the question. “Why are you really here? You’ve been flirting with her, you should know if you have a shot by now.” You glared, but something about the look on your face made Steve laugh harder, “No way- you want my blessing!”

“Well- she’s your best friend!” You defended, “It’s not like I can ask her parents. I don’t know if she’s out.”

“Wow, so you wanna do this by the book, huh?” His eyes were slightly lit up with amusement, and they flicked above your head for just a second, “I’ll help. Meet at my place after I get off at seven.” The bell chimes a second later, “You’re late, Buckley.”

“Bite me, Harrington.”

“We both know you wouldn’t be into that from me.” You glanced back to see her fiddling with her vest, she hadn’t looked up to see you yet, “But Henderson’s sister on the other hand-“

“Ugh, I know! You want me to shut up about her, but how am I supposed to? She’s so-“ You watched her eyes widen as she looked up and saw you.

You crossed your arms, smirk growing on your face, “No, go ahead. I’m so what?”

“Pretty.” Robin breathed out, before shaking her head and stuttering, “I mean- uh, no- not that you aren’t pretty- I mean, uh- oh, fuck-“

You chuckled, patting her shoulder as you walked past, “I’m kidding, babe. See ya later, loser!” You waved at Steve before heading out the door. You heard her muffled screaming at Steve followed by several thumps as she assumably hit his arm for not warning her.

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#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #stranger things

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renton6echo · 3 months

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Day 2 of 30 Days of The Bad Batch

Season 1, Episode 2: Cut and Run

A lovely episode focused on the anxiety and self-doubt of parenting.

Not sure why it took me so long to realize that this episode was crafted to reflect the stresses and uncertainty of first-time parenting. (Probably bc I, myself, and not a parent LOL)

The best part of this episode for me, when I re-watch it, is getting to see Hunter slowly soften his demeanor and his approach to Omega. It was great to see Hunter accept her into their group, then get hit with self-doubt when they encounter their first bout of danger, and to finally fold her into the squad while admitting he is very new to type time of role - the role of a father/brother.

General live musings from my re-watch below!

Dad!Hunter and Mom!Echo make their first appearance!

Seeing Omega step out of the Marauder for the first time and experience the world around her makes me want to see clips off all our favorite clones and their first time off Kamino.

"We're all deserters now." *Echo's existential crisis triggered.*

I love how the animators made Cut more filled out compared to the other clones. He looks well fed, fit and happy with is family. Great details! Also, did Cut just give Hunter civvie clothes? How have a never noticed that detail.

A coming storm off the background behind the holo of Admiral Rampart.

So good to see Omega come down from the high of excitement from escaping Kamino. Despite not knowing what her relationship with Nala Se was, Nala Se was the closest thing she had to a parental figure.

Sooo can we get a compilation vid of Hunter grumbling, "Teeeccchhh!" I imagine that is just a regular occurrence.

I love seeing stealthy ARC Trooper Echo. My competency kink is tingling. 👀

Let the Tech and Echo snarkfest begin. I love the way they snark at each other.

Can we petition to get more Wrecker and Gonky scenes? Their relationship is so cute.

You know I still don't quite understand the concept of the chaincodes. They are not tied to the person's biometrics or Cut would have been screwed. So it's just a galactic ID?

#30 days of the bad batch #renton6echo #the bad batch #tbb echo #arc trooper echo #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #the clone wars #tbb tech #tbb wrecker

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soclonely · 8 months

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Hope you feel better soon! If you're still doing The Clones As prompts, maybe The Clones as People You'd See at a Roller-Skating Rink?

Oh ABSOLUTELY. I missed these so much. Lets seeeeeee... Rex-"Wait, i thought you said we were going ice skating! I can't rollerskate!"

Echo- spends entire time in the arcade area wearing skates but not touching the wood ONCE

Fives- middle school boys who skate around and play tag

Jesse- *deathgrips the wall while legs go in about 80 different directions at once*

Kix- the group of girls who think its okay to link arms and skate in a line

Tup- messy bun girl who has to fix her hair at every turn because it keeps falling out but shes too nervous to stop because she JUST got the hang of it and if she stops she wont get to the pace shes at again

Dogma- the jackass who brings inline skates

Hardcase- kid constantly running up to the counter slamming cokes and pixie sticks

Coric- the dj all the middle schoolers are bugging to play Yeah by usher 8 more times

Bly- the couple who rented skates to take a couple quick instagram photos at the entrance of the rink, before quickly removing them and leaving lmao.

99- The oldtimer. amazing skate skills. probably did a lot of light drugs at that same rink in the 70s. Dresses up for disco night in his flashy 70s outfit

Cody- the dweeb who skates backwards around like he's hot stuff. Dude you are 26, at a roller rink on a saturday night by yourself because your DnD session got cancelled. calm down

Waxer/Boil- picture it, 2005-2006. its students night for your elementary/middle school at the local rink! You are in 5th grade. Your mom drops you off with money for rentals and an extra $15 for a slice of pizza, some popcorn, and a jones soda. You and your friends spend a majority of the time sitting in a booth in the concession area, giggling and running your skates casually under the table while you gossip about 6th grade and what its going to be like in real middle school next year, one of your friends looks around, jerks her head back around real quick, and squeals because your crush jacob has just come over to the concession area to but some nachos and made eye contact with the same cashier you had made eye contact with 5 minutes previous so it was practically him looking into your eyes on a beach sunset. You all giggle and chatter, staring at him until he awkwardly waves while shoving his change into his pocket as he shuffles back to his group of friends. it didn't matter that in 4 years he would be coming out of the closet to your whole school and taking the lead singing spot in the show choir. All that mattered was that small concession area. Life was good.

Wolffe- moms with annoying toddlers running around in shitty cheap plastic skates that clip onto their shoes

Boost/Sinker- asshat who doesn't watch surroundings and crosses over, bumps into everyone, and doesn't apologize

Hunter- Rockabilly dressed ladies witht heir hot pink skates. god i wish that were me.

Wrecker- the beefy dad guy there for his kids party. The dude can't skate, but you bet your sweet ass he strapped on this badboys and skated right out the rink and flat on his ass because his little princess BEGGED him to. He terrible at it but he's got spirit!

Tech- parent that sanitizes EVERYTHING

Crosshair- the person who cant skate, or is a newer skater who decides they are too cool to go around the edge and try to skate in the middle and inner lanes instead. GET TF OVER

Omega- the parent who is WALKING in the main rink holding their little kids hands. Usually they have the tiny corner one for them TAKE THEM OVER THERE SO I CAN GO NYOOM

Howzer- The obnoxious skaters who are def advanced, but try to show off in ways that can get people hurt

Fox- the poor skate rental counter guy in his 30s who looks like he just hates his life because his manager is a 16 year old girl.

Gregor-LIGHT UP WHEEL GUY

#khai come get ya juice #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #captain rex #commander cody #arc trooper echo

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thattripleabattery · 1 year

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Love echo and hunter always being the mom and dad of the group

#the bad batch #tbb #star wars bad batch #hunter tbb #hunter bad batch #echo tbb #echo bad batch

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l-lend · 1 year

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a/n: I told you guys if you kept asking about Wrecker and Rina I'd saddle them with a mortgage and kids. Enjoy some nice domestic fluff. Thank you to @fakegingerrights for giving feedback on this. Blue divider is by @saradika

Warning(s): blink and you miss it talk of kids hearing things they shouldn't, fluff, mom!Rina, dad!Wrecker, blink and you miss it talk of family planning

Exuberant shrieks echoed down the hall as a trio of children attempted to evade their captor. The youngest of the trio lagging behind with his fits of giggles slowing him down. As soon as his target was close, their pursuer closed the distance.

“Gotcha!” He roared triumphantly, hoisting the squirming child in the air.

With one already captured, the girls clambered towards the kitchen to find sanctuary, hoping to lose their pursuer under the table and chairs. Both children slid under the dining table and shared a grin. Heavy footfalls drew closer to their hiding place.

They were stock still with baited breath until the groan of wood sounded while the underside of the table rose higher. The girls squealed upon seeing their captor's grin. The sound of a throat clearing brought four sets of eyes to regard their spectator.

“Bed time, smols.”

A chorus of groans answered her.

“Mooomm,” Whined the oldest of the trio, “we aren't tired yet.”

“None of that, Lana. We already did ten more minutes.”

The trio looked to their pursuer in their game. The table still held aloft with one hand. He shook his head as the children attempted a coordinated offensive.

“Oh no, you aren't givin' me tooka eyes.”

With their plan a failure, the little ones huddled by their mother. The table was set down as if it were a paper weight. He soon joined them, noticing her lingering gaze. Her smile grew as his shoulders gained more of a swagger with each step. The oldest girl pursed her lips at her mother's rebuttal. The woman arched her brow at her daughter, a challenge for tempting the boundary.

“You could stay up, but I know Uncle Hunter and Aunt Kimber aren't going to take tired little ones with them to the festival.”

The murmurs of excitement from the group of children was enough to let her know that she had won.

“So, jammies and bedtime. Even your dad and I are turning in early.”

The large clone remained quiet, mostly due to his inability to lie. Thankfully Rina had him covered with this weakness. Their three little ones planted themselves in front of him. The youngest immediately reached up and made grabby hands. His facade cracked and they knew it.

“Alright, com'ere you.” He chuckled, scooping each one up in turn.

Lana scrambled to take her place on his shoulder while he held the younger two in each arm. Happily accepting their transport to a shared bedroom, their laughter still heard from the kitchen.

Rina sighed softly, shaking her head before joining them, pausing to pluck up toys that had been scattered along the living room from their three child strong tornado. They were definitely his children.

Upon reaching the doorway, she paused to watch. Their girls had already changed into pastel nightgowns already crawling into their beds as the hulking form of their father fussed with dressing their smaller son for bed. Despite his larger stature, Wrecker was quite deft when he wanted to be. If he knew back during the war he'd be happily married with little ones in tow afterwards, he'd call you crazy. Yet here he was. Three little ones all smiles and laughs. He would do anything for them.

After finishing, he picked up his son. His smile growing when he felt a hand rest on his arm.

“All good?” Rina asked.

He nodded, “Yeah, no problems at all.”

The large clone crossed the room in a few strides, soon setting the toddler in his own bed. A protective gate to keep the little one from rolling out in the middle of the night clicked into place with a gentle tug from the clone.

Rina started at the other end of the room. Same routine just like every night

since they welcome their children into the world. Lana was the first with a hug, a bid to sleep well, and once a doll was presented before the woman, Rina placed a kiss on the tooka doll followed by a forehead kiss. Their middle child, Mira, patiently waited under her covers for her turn. Another forehead kiss, a kiss to her own tooka doll, and a soft good night. It was when Rina circled the room to their son that Wrecker crossed the room to offer his own good nights to his girls.

Soon everyone was seen to, and with the light snuffed out the parents departed leaving the door cracked, as agreed. The adults shared a glance. Their hands sought each other out. Fingers entwining as they walked to their own room.

“We didn't do too bad did we.” He stated, once they were out of earshot and in the privacy of their bedroom.

Rina smiled, “Not too bad at all. You've even stopped treating Gunner like he's primed.”

His chuckle rumbled in his chest as they changed clothes, “He's not as little as he used to be.”

Rina hummed, sliding under their sheets with the mattress dipping when he joined her.

“Pretty soon, we won't have any babies in the house anymore.”

His arm coiled around behind her back bringing her against his chest.

“Could always have more.”

Rina laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Maybe....but let's at least wait until Gunner's three.”

He frowned as if he were mulling it over, “Okay.”

She shook her head, “If it happens, it happens. Let's at least get through tomorrow. We'll have a bit of time to ourselves.”

He hummed, keeping his lover close leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. She returned his kiss before the pair settled in to surrender to sleep.

Lana bolted awake as thunder clapped outside the window. She rubbed her eyes to shake off the sleep as she looked around. Mira was awake as well gripping her own tooka doll, casting a nervous gaze to her sister. Gunner whimpered with another thunderclap booming outside.

The eldest regarded her two siblings, “You okay?”

Mira nodded, “u-uh huh,”

“Scary.” Gunner whined.

Lana bit her lower lip. The room only had a sliver of light from the hall, and thankfully that was enough to keep out monsters according to their mother. They should be able to regroup somewhere safer.

“Mira.”

“Yeah?”

“You wanna sleep with mom and dad?”

The middle child nodded, closing her eyes for a moment, “I don't think they're wrestling tonight.”

“Wrestling?” Gunner asked.

“Yeah, they play their wrestling game after we go to bed. Mom's really good at it.”

“Either that or Dad lets her win.” Lana cut in.

Mira shrugged, “Maybe they take turns?”

Lana threw back the sheets and crawled out of bed. She dropped her tooka doll in front of Mira, “Carry mine? I'll bust out Gunner.”

Mira nodded watching her older sister approach her brother's bed bars. Lana cracked her knuckles and exhaled a breath before grasping the bars with both hands. She yanked on the bars with a grunt before trying again. The bars remaining in place despite the little girl pulling like her life depended on it.

“Come. On. You. Stupid. Thing.” Lana gritted out in between tugs.

A tiny hand reached out from between the bars curling around her own.

Lana huffed halting her attempts, her gaze snapping to her baby brother, “What?”

He pointed a chubby finger towards the far side of the bars. A latch clearly visible with another latch on the opposite end. Lana frowned, planting one hand under the top of the bars to keep it from snapping down on fingers while she quickly opened the latches. The bars lowering as she set it down. The youngest all but jumped into his sister's arms. One hand holding a death grip on a tooka doll of his own. Lana began rubbing his back in circles just as she had seen her mother do so many times before.

Mira crawled out of bed joining the other two at the door way. A tooka doll in each arm. With a glance to each other, Lana took a breath swinging the door open and taking the first step into the hall. The eldest child's stomach fluttering with nerves. What was it Uncle Hunter said? You can be brave, but that doesn't mean you aren't scared.

The trek down the hall seemed to stretch on for the trio before they ended at the door to their sanctuary. Lana caught the attention of her siblings, putting a finger to her lips. They nodded in return and Lana pushed the door open. The sound in the room could easily belong to a snarling monster, but thankfully this noise was a welcome noise. Another reason why their parents' room was monster free and the safest place in the house.

“Do you think dad snores loud on purpose?” Mira whispered.

“Think so. Monsters don't come if they know he's here.”

The trio crept further into the room heading closer to the source of the snoring. Three pairs of eyes trained on the king sized bed as they scope out their approach. The two oldest children exchanged glances before Mira jostled one of the sleeping forms. the stream of snoring halting with a harsh inhale.

“Dad, it's really scary outside. Can we sleep with you and Mom?”

The large clone grunted, his lips smacking.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He grumbled, his grogginess adding more gravel to his voice.

With approval granted, Mira was the first to climb into bed. Tooka dolls set aside in favor of helping their smaller sibling up. The two crawled into the open space between both adults while Lana hefted herself onto the duvet with no issue. After a few instances of swapping places, all three settled in to sleep. The safest place in the galaxy for these little ones to rest easy.

@locitapurplepink, @rain-on-kamino, @writing-positivelyexisting, @burningfieldof-clover, @padawancat97, @ahsokastechie

#wrecker x oc #wrecker would be the fun dad #tbb wrecker #wrecker #and yes each of his kids would have their own tooka dolls #I love these kids already

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marvel-starwarsfangirl · 1 year

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Bad Batch Season 2 Review

Well, we’re alive... I guess. I’m still processing that finale too. There is no doubt that we’ll be getting season 3, especially with that cliffhanger ending. There’s so much more story to unpack so I have a feeling we’ll be anxiously waiting a year or two. I give this season overall 8/10. I really, really did enjoy it. Even the “filler” episodes were quite enjoyable and gave us interesting developments.

Y’all know who my favorite character is. He’s literally my pfp. You guys heard all my rants and saw my posts. So, thank you for that. Anyway, I’m so proud of Crosshair. Despite being in like 3 episodes, he really stole the show. Every episode he was in was phenomenal. The writers did a fantastic job portraying his loneliness, struggle, and sorrow. I’m still so proud of him. This man suffered for his family, despite everything that happened last season. Crosshair proved his love for his brothers was stronger than anything Hemlock could put him through. That is powerful and beautiful.

Crosshair aside, Tech was the real star of the show. Seeing his development was incredible. We really got to see who Tech was and understand how he sees the world. It was beautiful. I was blown away by his convo with Omega in ep. 10. Speaking of... current events... I will still hold out hope for his return. (I’m coming for you Dave). Seeing Tech grow really hit my feels. I also thought his relationship with Phee was cute.

As for the other characters, I really enjoyed seeing them again. Omega is her usual kind and helpful self. She’s a sweetheart who doesn’t deserve to suffer. All she wants is a family. Wrecker is a teddy bear and I love him. Echo the mom was also great. I’m proud of him for finding his own path. And Hunter. Oh Hunter, what will I do with you? As a Crosshair stan, it’s sometimes hard to go along with some of Hunter’s decisions even though I understand where he’s coming from. Still, I did enjoy seeing him in action and I always love his dad mode activating.

Other things I really enjoyed were the visuals and the music. They were phenomenal as usual. It was cool to see Riyo stand up for the clones and the beginning of the clone rebellion. Thank the lord Rampart is gone but Hemlock will be a thorn in my side... fantastic and creepy villain.

Favorite episode: The Outpost

Favorite quote: “I may process moments and thoughts differently, but it does not mean I feel any less than you”- Tech ❤️

Favorite moment: Crosshair’s trek with Mayday (such a powerful and tragic moment)

That’s it folks! I look forward to the highly likely season 3. I’m excited to see potential Omega and Crosshair bonding. Dad!Hunter will be in full capacity as well. Thank you for joining me on this ride and we’ll see what Dave has in store for our fave group of clones soon. That being said, guys this season destroyed my emotions good lord 😭

#the bad batch #star wars #crosshair #tbb hunter #bad batch Tech #bad batch wrecker #tbb echo #tbb omega #i miss our boys already #if dave hurts crosshair or omega im coming for him #bring crosshair home #please #bring tech back #save our boys and omega

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hawthornsword · 1 year

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Today on Bad Batch! (2x11)

... Holy shit you guys went for straight up horror movie. Nice. I just hope it's not too cliche.

Oh wait, that's where we rescued Gregor from! Do we get more clone stuff today?! (No. We do not. Damn it.)

Huh. Nala Se is not cooperating. Good for her.

This Hemlock guy is creeeepy. Wait, where do I know his voice from? (Looks it up.) Oh. Lot's of things actually.

Wait, I thought they killed Lama Su??? They definitely implied it, right??? Was that just me who thought that?

Armored skin impervious to blasters? Waaait a second! That sounds like -

Zillow Beast! Zillow Beast! Zillow Beast! Zillow Beast! Zillow Beast! Zillow Beast! Zillow Beast! Zillow Beast! Zillow Beast! Zillow Beast! Zillow Beast! Zillow Beast! Zillow Beast! YEAHHH!!!!!!

Finally!!! I think about the Zillow beast on like, a weekly basis. Not even joking. I had been annoyed like, "this seems important why would they just drop this plot point?!?!" But they didn't! We just had to wait (checks dates) 13 years!!!! (I didn't actually have to wait that long; I only started watching tcw last year. I feel for you, people who watched tcw as it aired.)

Very interesting that it's clones, not new empire soldiers, handling Zillow beast containment. But then again, since they are apparently rounding up civilian witnesses and disposing of them, that probably means the clones assigned to the zillow beast will eventually have the same fate so that there is no evidence of the project. Hopefully the boys figure that out and flee. They certainly looked uncomfortable with the situation.

Oooo we finally gonna get back to why Nala Se cares so much about Omega and helped her escape but also put a bounty to get her back and omg that must be one heck of a complicated relationship and I'm so eager to know if Nala Se thinks of Omega like a daughter or an experiment but either way she's her legacy and it's gonna be so painful! Yessss!

Awww, Omega looked so happy when Hunter said to send Echo and Rex the info! Baby is excited to hopefully see her other dad again!!!!

(Side note on Echo that should have gone after the episode he left, but I wasn't feeling wordy then. This is just my opinion of course, I'm not trying to argue with anyone, your headcanons are your own. But I've seen a bunch of posts saying Echo is the "mom" of the group and .... No. No, if I must make the comparison then Echo is definitely the dad. Tempted to get into a discussion about how weird it is that people feel the need to assign characters into the tiny boxes that are traditional binary heteronormative gender roles, and then get them wrong, especially when that's not even remotely the Batch's family structure nor the clones' culture as a whole, but. I'm also sure it was meant in good fun, and I'm lazy, so, not doing that.)

Anyway! Good episode, always happy to see a zillow beast, hope the baby gets to eat some villains and live its best life soon, will probably be writing some fic to that effect. Death by zillow is one of my favorite ways for Palpatine to die.

Thinking about that makes me so happy that I am almost distracted enough not to ask. Almost.

Where is Cody?! Is he safe?!

#the bad batch season 2 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 2 #the bad batch #episode 2x11

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estrangedaframian · 11 months

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What would your muse do if they found mine locked in a cell and chained to a wall?

Addie was shocked to see Sam like this. "Sam! Oh my god, who did this to you?" She asked, squeezing the bars and looking super worried and scared. She realized whomever did this to her beloved, was bound to come back soon, so she had to work quickly. Wouldn't be a problem, considering she had magic, but what if the cell and chains were enchanted? What if she couldn't wave her hand and magically unlock everything?

Sam went to the bars to see Addie but he was immediately pulled back against the wall, as his chain was made to prevent such an excursion. “…Aghh…” The clatter of his bones hitting old stone, brick, and concrete made a sickening echo throughout the damp chamber where he was being kept by Chuck knows who. Or what.

“I dunno,” Sam answered slowly, now putting pressure on one side of his ribs. “I couldn’t tell… I think it was… It looked like a family… Couple of kids, mom and dad…I swear, even the dog was there…” Addie would probably think it was Sam’s delirium doing to the talking, but the hunter was certain it was a nuclear group that had taken him captive.

"If I don't make it, I just want you to know that you and your sister are the best things that ever happened to me... Your sister because she makes my brother happy... You because you make me happy... " Maybe it was hunger, maybe it was injury. Perhaps both. Either way, too much of something caused Sam to pass out right then and there.

#pasiphaedemetriadevil #m; sammy

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somuchcoffeeandwine · 1 year

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Does anyone want to hear me ramble about the story I'm writing?

No? Too bad.

I'll just talk about the main characters/side protagonists. For now.

First up is Sitaare:

Mini sparkle elf who wants to murder one god in particular. She also runs a cult. Firmly under the "looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you" category. She's short, has a pet snake named Seoul (Pronounced as Soul), with flashy skirts. And she sees things as strings that she can pull.

Second, we have Mayju and Thaddeus, a joint package:

Mayju is a grumpy old man/woman (genderfluid, goes with the shapeshifting) who's green, with a cane and too many scars. He's quite good with secrets, being able to convince them out of anyone. So of course her family business that he's rebuilding is a web of secrets. She also has siblings. One might be dead, the other wants to be.

Thaddeus is his husband, and a future seer. He's also in the "looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you" category. Being a fearsome pirate king will do that for you. Also looking like a twink and wearing more clothes then your race usually does. (Note: His race usually just has a short coat on, and a pair of shoes, usually sandals. Easy to slip into the water in)

Third, the token lesbians, Agate and Jo.

Agate is a peasant princess, technically queen now, with rare magic, fire. There is another, slightly more supernatural thing about her, however, it is a bit of a spoiler. She's the mom of the group, and just wants to live in a cottage on a farm with her wife and... random adopted children.

Jo is her sworn bodyguard, and also Agate's wife. A living corpse, and also has magic. Ice this time. She's a fearsome warrior, almost invincible, and known as the Blood Mistress for a reason. After all, blood is a liquid that can be frozen outside the human body. At about 31 F/-3 C. She's also tall. Like 7 feet tall. (Totally for plot purposes). She wants to fucking murder the guy who killed her brethren.

Fourth, Echo:

A doctor, who also happens to be a feeling eating monster. With massive wings. Poison is her weapon, as well as a scalpel. Those things are sharp. But she's usually peaceful. She's literally just trying to fix a deadly disease killing her race. Leave her be.

Fifth, Briar, Zoe, and Arki:

Briar is a fighter, plain and simple. Beside the dad who wants her to take over, as well as having a sixth sense that totally doesn't manifest as physic powers. Yup. Just an underground fistfighter.

Zoe and Arki are two kitsune, foxes able to turn into humans. So they obviously just run the whole undercity in a big city. Zoe more with the fighting, Arki with the thievery. Oh, and they're dating.

Sixth, Cade:

Farmer got pissed at the gods for her village dying/falling asleep, so therefore needs to go murder the gods. Did I mention I have religious issues? Oh. yeah, she's got kids she needs to get up. She's got a big old axe. Need I say more? Besides the raging bisexuality?

Seventh, Queenie and Toma:

Queenie, a nickname, as her first name, Majora, is shared by Jo, is a queen, although she's had to run. Her skill with a sword is unmatched in the kingdom, save Tomae. She's incredibly depressed, and sees ghosts. Who happen to want to shove her off a cliff. She just wants to carve dolls and puppets. Did I mention she can animate them with spirits?

Toma, her adoptive brother, as well as her general. Blind in one eye, but still a good shot. If you're told to take care of your big sister, by your dad in his last moments, you do it. Oh, and he's really just trying to get a girlfriend. Or a wife. (Yes, he is straight, but he's not cis.)

Eighth, and final, Arina and Yuki:

Arina, pronounced like Arena, is a hunter. She's young, but the strongest in the village. Killing a dragon will win you that respect. She's probably not human, as well as possibly the only hope to keep her village alive.

Yuki's her daughter, and the end of the godly lines, which means she's special. She's very close to the plot, so no more spoilerinos for you all.

Let me know if any of you want to hear more! I have so much to say

#original character #long post #lgbtqia #this is my own story #please talk to me im lonely #tw depression #tw mention of death

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the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond · 2 years

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Batchers ²

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET! Hunter ready to atomizing droids.

Echo with his big heart, never wanted to stop helping other people.

More dynamic between the Mom and Dad of the group™

Omega, we are so proud of you! (And glad that you finally got a helmet)

She is strong and clever. ᕙ༼◕_◕༽ᕤ

The group together * Tech Wrecker &Ships * Guest&Bonus

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb omega #tbb echo #tbb hunter #arc trooper echo #the bad batch omega #the bad batch echo #the bad batch hunter

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silverwings22 · 2 years

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Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 25 This is Gospel: Panic at the Disco

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness

Chapter warnings: grief, children in danger, dehumanization

Translations: vod'ika: little brother/sister

cyare: beloved

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The farmhouse looked the same as they remembered it, with a stronger fence. They landed the Marauder in a field a short distance away, to avoid bringing any trouble on their old friend.

Omega was the last one off the ship and dropped to her knees immediately to drag her fingers through the soil excitedly. "What's this?!"

Tech raised an eyebrow. "That… is dirt."

Miria smiled. "You've never been outside the facility on Kamino before, have you?"

Omega shook her head, eyes bright. Miria looked at Hunter and chuckled softly, before offering the girl her hand. "Come along, little one. There's a lot to see, and this world has it's dangers. Stay close."

Little brown fingers curled into Mirias and they headed through the field. "Bet she's on the roof." Wrecker chuckled.

"I know she is." Hunter rolled his eyes. "She's got almost as good eyesight as Cr-" he stopped when he heard his General's breath hitch just a fraction. "... she definitely saw us coming."

"Who are they talking about?" Omega whispered.

"A friend of ours. Her name is Suu." They came out of the field in front of the farmhouse, and sure enough the pink twi'lek was standing in the door with a rifle slung on her back and a grin.

"It's been awhile."

Two kids about Omega's size poked their heads around her. "Uncle Wrecker! Aunt Miri!" They darted out, Sheeah crashing into Wrecker's chest while Miria knelt to scoop up Jek and hug him tightly.

"It's good to see you, my sweet babies. Where's your father?" She set him down gently.

"Dad's in the house." The boy, who looked far more twi'lek than human but had his father's cheeky grin, giggled.

"We need to talk to him and your mom. Would you and Sheeah look after our little sister Omega for me? She's very good company."

Omega looked nervous until Hunter gave her a gentle nod. She finally let them lead her off to play.

Cut was upstairs, and half the house was ransacked like he was packing in a hurry and deciding what he could afford to leave behind. When Suu called, the clone came down and smiled. "I was beginning to worry I'd never see you again." His eyes scanned the group. "You're one short."

Miria looked away. "We have a lot to talk about, Cut…"

He nodded. "That serious? Alright, let's sit."

They settled at the table and Tech and Hunter started their explanation.

Miria was lost in her thoughts, hands clenched tightly in her lap when she heard them mention Onderan. She hadn't heard this story yet, and frowned.

"... and then the "Separatist remnants" turned out to be refugees and dissenters." Hunter murmured. "We weren't going to shoot civilians."

"Most of us weren't." Tech said quietly.

Hunter heard before he saw Mirias reaction, a sharp gasp of breath. "No…. No, he wouldn't." She protested weakly. "Crosshair isn't like that."

"General, he tried to kill you and a padawan. We don't know what he's like anymore." Echo said mildly. He didn't want to say it, but this was hard to watch.

Her shoulders crumpled and she put her head in her hands. Cut winced at the sight. This was nothing like the smiling little general who'd delivered his daughter with calm proficiency. "General…"

"It's not his fault." She finally found a thread of durasteel in her voice and lifted her head. "It's that bloody chip. It's not his fault."

No one dared argue with her. Cut just nodded and sighed. "Salucemi isn't safe for my family anymore. We're booking a shuttle out of here, more soldiers are coming in since the war ended and I can't risk being caught." He looked at Hunter. "If you want to disappear, find somewhere empty and start over. That's the only way I know how."

Hunter nodded, rubbing his temples quietly. "Guess we'll start looking…"

"I can give you all the supplies we're leaving behind." Cut offered. "And a few pointers I've picked up along the way."

"Much appreciated. We don't want to make trouble for you guys… we just figured you'd understand."

Cut smiled faintly. "That's exactly what Rex said."

Miria looked up again. "You've seen Rex?" If the 501st captain was alive and kicking, then maybe all hope wasn't lost. Anakin…. And Ahsoka too, might still be alive.

"He came through a few days ago, talking about a behavioral implant. Must be those chips you mentioned. He scrapped my old helmet, just in case."

Miria nodded, smiling weakly. "I'm glad he's okay…"

Cut nodded. "I need to book passage for my family to leave. Maybe we can check the status of the city while I'm up there."

Miria looked at her robes and armor. "I'll need to look less… Jedi. But I'd like to come along."

Suu patted her shoulder. "I've got some clothes you can have. Can't pack it all." She took the general upstairs. "How are you, Miria? Really?"

Miria thought of Aayla in the kind gesture and took a steady breath. "I've… been better." She admitted quietly. "I'm lost. I can't sleep. I don't know where to turn… but I keep getting up."

"You're holding together for them." Suu said wisely, handing her a black sleeveless high collared dress and gray breeches, and a pair of plain black boots that reached her knees. There was a black belt sitting on the bed, sturdy paracord instead of her usual leather saber belt, that she buckled on the Jedi when she'd changed.

Miria nodded. "I've got to protect them. And Omega… she needs us." A faint chuckle found its way to the womans lips. "I'm the only one who knows anything about children."

Suu smiled. "They have no idea what they're in for."

"Not a bloody clue…" Miria smiled, packing up her own clothes into a neat bundle. "Thank you for all this, Suu."

"I wish we could give you so much more. We owe you our lives." Suu patted her arm. "Go check things out. I'll mind the little ones and help your boys get resupplied with what we had in storage. Kids eat a lot."

Miria smiled again and straightened, hating to leave her saber. She did strap Crosshairs knife back on her thigh, however. This planet had wild nexu, it was reasonable that a farmer would carry a knife… she could carry it's comforting weight with her. "I'll find a way to get him back, Suu." She murmured finally.

"I'd do the same for Cut. I know you will."

Miria took another deep breath and went back downstairs. Hunter had changed into plain clothes too, to go with Cut. "How do I look?"

"Nothing like a Jedi." Tech mused. "Though, more comfortable than that time at 79s."

She nodded. "Suu is going to help you guys supply the ship. Keep an eye on Omega, please." She patted Wrecker's shoulder as she passed, following the men out.

She could do this, even though she wanted to fall apart. She had to. For her family.

"Chain codes…" Miria looked disgusted as they walked through the market, picking up what they could afford. The Empire was forcing every citizen to register and get assigned a number. Which, of course, Cut couldn't get as a clone. It galled her in the ugliest way.

"Easy, Miri." Hunter murmured, hoping he wouldn't have to handle an outburst of spooky Jedi Force powers. "It makes sense. It's the easiest way for a new government to control the people they conquered."

"It's infuriating." She kept her voice low, forcing herself to stay outwardly calm as she seethed.

"It's no different than CT numbers on Kamino."

"That's why it's infuriating. I know what that did to you. I know what that did to him."

Hunter paused. Oh. Oh. That was why she was angry. It all came back to Crosshair.

On her part, Mirias head was spinning with quiet anger. Numbers, giving people numbers was dehumanizing. Of course this miserable Empire would sink that low. All she could think about was the first time she'd been on this planet and hearing her sniper, wounded, almost call himself expendable. Because he'd been given a number instead of a name at his creation, and raised to believe his only purpose was to fight until he died for a government that held open debate on if he was really human. She'd spent every moment for the past three years trying to undo that damage. Damage that was now being inflicted on every being in the galaxy.

"Let's go back." Cut murmured, less than thrilled with being this close to the Imperial soldiers who only needed to look a little closer to realize he shared their face.

Miria nodded. "Yes. Let's go." She put a hand on his shoulder and kept him looking at her while they made their exit, to keep his face turned profile and avoid the soldiers.

"We're going to need another way to get my family off world." He murmured.

"We'll run it by Tech and Echo. They'll come up with something." She assured him.

When they got back to the farm, Hunter couldn't help a fond smile at Omega playing with Sheeah and Jek. She looked happy…

Miria caught his gaze and smiled, some of her anger receding. "Careful Hunter, or we'll have to start calling ourselves the Dad Batch."

"Echos the mom." He smirked.

"Was that a joke from the stoic Sergeant? Force, it is the end times." She laughed.

Hunter stopped short. "Well, I haven't heard you laugh since Kaller…."

The softness of the statement, the genuine brotherly concern in his voice, broke her heart. But it also warmed the broken pieces, that had felt like they'd never left the snow on that planet she'd lost everything on. "I'm sorry, Hunter." She whispered. "I'm trying… I really am."

"I know. It's just… good to hear. You're one of us, it kills me to see you hurt like this."

"I know… I'm glad I've still got you guys." She wrapped her arm into his and they resumed walking side by side. Stay strong, Miria. For all of them. "I'll be alright. Don't worry about me. We've got Omega and the others to think of."

He nodded, but made a mental note not to stop worrying. That was the creche teacher talking.

They walked back to the house, to describe the lay of the land to Tech and Echo. While they thought over the new problem, Suu called the kids back inside.

Miria was leaning by the door as they passed. One, two…. Where's three? "Sheeah, wasn't Omega with you?"

"She was right behind me…?" The girl frowned.

Miria turned, looking out. Omega was out past the fence, heading for a ball that had been overthrown. The Jedis eyes sharpened at a faint rustle in the tall grass, something in the Force moving towards the girl with a primal and powerful hunger… A nexu. "Omega!"

The sergeant jumped up from the table as she went running out the door. He heard her knife coming out of its sheath and followed suit, right behind her. Suu blanched and grabbed her rifle, scaling the roof for a better view.

Omega looked up as Miria called her name, freezing like a fathier in the ship lights. Hunter spotted the nexu before she looked back. "Don't move!" He ordered. It was a predator, it'd pounce the minute she ran like prey. He ducked the fence a second behind his general, who put herself between the giant cat and Omega.

Hunter moved past them, hurling his knife as Suu took a couple well placed shots. The nexu yelped, turning tail rather than fight with this clearly dangerous prey.

The sergeant turned, eyes sharp. "What were you doing past the fence?!" He demanded, adrenaline in his veins turning his voice to thunder. Omega flinched, half from the terror of realizing the nexu was going to eat her, and wrapped her arms around Miria from behind.

"I was t-trying to get the b-ball…" She whimpered.

"You could have been killed!"

"I'm s-sorry…"

Cut jogged up. "Easy, Hunter. She's not a soldier." He said quietly, putting a hand on the other man's shoulder to soothe his temper.

Miria tucked her knife away, peeling Omegas arms from around her middle so she could kneel and hug the girl tightly. "You're alright, sweet girl." She gentled immediately, stroking the blonde hair pressing into her shoulder. "That's what matters. You're safe."

The scene hit Hunter like a crashing starship. He knew nothing about kids, none of them did but Miria. Who was sick. He watched the child start to sob in the Jedis arms. We can't take care of her. Not if we lose Miri. We're built for war, not parenthood. We're in over our heads.

Miria stood, picking Omega up on her hip. "I've got her." She said softly. "Figure out the chain code problem and let me know, please."

She carried the now outright wailing girl through the nearest field, towards the ship. They needed a minute.

Hunter looked at Cut helplessly. "Let's… go back to the house." He finally said.

Cut smiled. "Yeah. Come on… children always find trouble."

Hunter sighed. "Cut. I want you and Suu to take Omega with you. We'll figure out how to forge chain codes for all of you."

"Take her? Why?" Cut frowned. It was clear even from the short minute he'd seen them together that the entire batch already cared about the girl.

"You can give her something we can't." Hunter didn't meet his eyes.

Cut sighed, looking at his wife hugging their own children to her, down from the roof. "Of course. We'll treat her like our own."

Omega snuggled into Mirias lap as they sat in the gunners nest, letting the woman hum softly and soothe her shattered nerves. "I'm sorry…." She finally whispered. "I didn't mean to cause trouble…"

"It's alright, sweetheart. You didn't know any better." Miria murmured. "I was just worried that creature was going to hurt you. That's all."

"Hunter was mad." Omega buried her face in the Jedis shoulder.

"Hunter was scared." Miria rubbed her back. "He thought you might get hurt, and he… he's not used to children. He's used to soldiers, but he'll come around. We're all learning." She smiled.

"You always seem to know what to do…"

Miria shook her head. "I've just had more time to learn than everyone else. I'm nearly thirty years old."

"Wow… you don't look that old."

"Nat born age differently. And it looks like you're aging that way, instead of like the clones." She pressed a kiss to the girls blonde hair. "But that might be a good thing. You could have a childhood. The others didn't get that."

"Did you?" Omega peeked up, all gold eyes and salt slicked cheeks. Miria dried her face with her skirt.

"For a little while… until I got sick." She admitted. "Then I wanted to fit my whole life in the time I had left. I grew up much too fast… I want better for you, my dear. Maybe you'll be better."

"I think you're pretty great." Omega said softly.

Miria smiled sadly and hugged her a little tighter. "I think you're pretty great too, vod'ika."

"You speak Mando'a?" Omega perked up a little.

"Not much. Just what Crosshair taught me." She chuckled faintly. "Mostly curse words and affectionate nicknames."

"You sound funny when you curse." Omega made a face.

Miria laughed. "He said that too."

"You think about him a lot."

"Every minute he's gone, yes." Mirias tone went sad. "I see him in everything. His clothes in the footlocker, his rifle case. That bloody box of toothpicks I keep knocking over."

"Is that what love is like?" Omega was wide eyed. "It sounds hard."

"It's easier than your next breath, and harder than scaling a mountain with both arms behind your back." Miria smiled fondly. "But that's how you know it's real. When it's worth the hard times, just to see someone smile."

Omega snuggled up a little closer. "I'll bet he misses you. I'd miss you if you went away, and I've only known you a little while."

"I'd miss you too, Omega." Miria tucked her head against the girl's head and closed her eyes. "Oh, I love you already."

They sat there together, Omega's thoughts falling on the lessons of the day. That the galaxy was full of hidden danger, and that sometimes people who cared weren't perfectly nice all the time, and love was complicated. Miria thought of her missing darling and what he might think of the situation of the day. He'd probably say she was spoiling Omega, smirking at her with that damn toothpick in his mouth, but he'd still go find something to cheer the girl up with a faintly bemused look in his eyes.

She lost track of how long they'd been cuddled up together, her still humming gently, when the ship rocked. "What was that?" Omega blinked.

Miria stood and set the girl in the seat, leaning against the transparisteel to look out. Her eyes widened as she took stock. "The bloody Empire is impounding my ship!"

"So what's the plan?" Hunter walked over to Tech and Echo as they'd been working over logistics.

"We'll break into their control center and forge the chain codes." Echo smiled. "It won't be hard if I just scomp link in." His prosthetic had a scomp attachment in the wrist he could retract, Miria having been very specific with her requirements when she'd gotten it for him.

Tech nodded. "Then we can give them the disks and the family will be set up to survive the Empire."

"Make an extra one for Omega." Hunter murmured. "She's going with them."

The guys looked at each other. "You sure?" Echo frowned.

"Omega's presence has been good for the general. I know you've seen their interactions." Tech said cautiously.

"She'll agree with me. It's for Omega's own good." Hunter sighed. "I don't like it either."

"If you're sure…" Echo shook his head. "But I don't like it. We should at least ask what the kid wants."

"She's a kid, Echo. As adults, we're supposed to look out for her." Hunter said firmly. "Now, what's our exit plan?"

Tech nodded. "We will break the boot off the Marauder in the hangar and leave quickly. The ship is resupplied, and it's standard procedure for it to be refueled in the hangar bay."

Hunter frowned. "Boot? We're getting impounded?"

"I've already called it in." Tech pointed up as an imperial tow ship flew past, hauling their ride.

Hunter twitched like he'd been struck by lightning. "Tech. The General and Omega are on the ship!"

Tech blinked, eyes wide under his goggles. "Oh no."

Echo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh fuck."

There were Imperial troops on her bloody ship.

Miria was quietly furious, hidden in a secret compartment in the ceiling as the clones walked through and inspected the Havoc Marauder before booting her and starting the refuel. Omega was pressed against her side, both a little scared and exhilarated by the danger. Once they'd closed the hatch, Miria opened the compartment and both of them stuck their heads out. "You okay, General?" The girl whispered.

Miria grumbled softly, in true Crosshair style. "This empire comes into my life, executes my people, steals my beloved, and impounds my home."

"You're mad." Omega giggled.

"Sweetheart, you have no idea." Miria nodded, dropping from the ceiling lightly and catching Omega when she dropped out behind her. "Good thing they haven't gone through everything. The last thing I needed was them finding this." She pulled her lightsaber from where Tech had put it in her footlocker during the supply stock with Suu. She clipped it to her belt and sighed deeply.

Using it would be a poor decision. They were already going to struggle to get out of here. If the troopers knew there was a Jedi on board, they'd never make it.

Omega tucked herself close against her side as they heard the hatch start to open again. Miria rolled them behind a crate, hand going over Omega's mouth to stifle her surprise. She prepared herself mentally to take fire, willing to risk it to protect the little girl, when she heard the most relieving sound. Tech's voice. "General?"

She poked her head out. "Tech!"

He smiled apologetically. "I didn't realize you were on board when I called it in."

"You called it…" She rubbed her temples. "I assume that means you have a plan."

"Yes. Echo's here, let's go. Hunter and Wrecker are escorting the Lawquane family."

The Jedi nodded. "Stay close to me, Omega."

Tech and Echo looked at each other as the general took hold of the girls hand and they moved out, towards the hangars security center. There were only three clones on duty, and Omega watched with awe as the Bad Batchers exchanged silent looks. Miria let go of her hand and they crept up behind them.

Echo wrapped an arm around the man in front of him at the neck, shutting off sound as he choked him unconscious. Tech slapped a little zap patch on his reg, which shocked him until he slumped over. Miria slammed her fists on either side of her opponent's bucket, with the Force's assistance taking him down.

"Woah." Omega grinned. Echo scooped into the system while Tech fed blank data disks into the machine to forge the chain codes. Miria noticed when the fifth one finished and frowned, looking at the men.

Echo looked away, face hidden by his helmet. Tech's eyes, visible through his goggles, darted down to Omega.

Oh, it hurt, but Miria understood. Cut and Suu weren't being hunted. They were good parents. She'd be safe with them. The Jedi knew the little girl would be protected and loved… even if the shattered parts of her own spirit protested at the idea of losing anyone else she loved. Omega's little ball of sunshine had helped keep her from collapsing inward.

Her eyes dropped to the side. "I see." She finally murmured. "Omega. Can you take these to Hunter in the hangar?" She packed up the disks into a little bundle. "I'll help these two get the ship unbooted."

She nodded, taking her mission scooting out carefully.

"You didn't want to go with her? To say goodbye?" Echo looked at her.

She picked up a plasma cutter from the regs work table. "I never got to say goodbye to any of the others… I don't think I can stand it if I start now. Let's just get the ship…"

"Yes ma'am."

I should have paid more attention when Cross was teaching me to use a blaster.

Miria was covering Echo as he tried to get the boot off the ship, with her trying to shoot his pistol while he worked. "I hate to seem impatient, but could you hurry?"

"Trying, ma'am." He muttered as plasma whizzed overhead.

Hunter came running up with his knife out, as Wrecker joined them and ripped ther boot off. Miria looked at him. "She's safe?"

"They've got her." He nodded quietly.

"You might have told me."

"I'm sorry."

Before they could get into ther ship, they heard a high voice calling out. "Wait for me!"

Miria and Hunter spun on their heels. Omega was making a break for them, pursued by troopers. Her eyes were bright, alive with hope and fear at the same time, reaching out her hands towards them. Towards her family.

"Wrecker! I need a boost." Miria made her decision for them.

He nodded and lifted his hands, the Jedi springing up and taking a leap as he hurled her straight forward. She held the blaster in both hands, taking careful aim.

"Put your hands here and here, cyare." Crosshair set his prized Firepuncher in her hands. She was the only one he'd ever let fire it, and while they were here in the middle of nowhere on Endor, he was going to teach her how. "You should always be able to protect yourself."

"I'd rather protect you, my darling." She chuckled.

"Flirt." He smirked, guiding her arms up. "Focus on the target. With a rifle like this, target through the scope."

"Where am I even aiming, love?" She frowned.

"See that broken tree branch? Hit it." Crosshair helped her get the rifle in position. "You can do it. I've seen you rip droids apart, you can hold a rifle. Now, eyes on the scope. Center your target in the crosshairs."

She nodded, determined to do it right. "Like this?" Her arms weren't as long as his, it felt awkward and cumbersome, but his breath was by her ear as comforting as a lullaby.

"Back your face up or the recoil will take your eye out." He chuckled. "Maker, have you only used a blaster when I teach you?"

"Obi-wan says they're inelegant weapons." She mused, lining up carefully before pulling the trigger. The broken branch cracked when the plasma hit home, though she credited it to the expert marksman's guidance rather than any innate skill of her own.

"And what do you think of them?" His eyes darted to her profile as she lowered the weapon carefully.

Miria smiled sweetly and turned her head into the side of his jaw, pressing a soft kiss to the angular face she adored so much. "I think he's never seen what they look like in your hands, my love."

She took aim as she flew, striking the clone who'd wrapped his arm around Omega's middle right in a gap in the armor. The girl sprang free as the Jedi tucked into a combat roll and slid to a stop in front of her. "Get to Hunter. I'll cover you!"

Omega nodded and took off to the sound of the woman shooting at their pursuers. Hunter grabbed her and pushed her back into the ship as Miria retreated, walking backwards still firing. "Miri!"

The jedi took her cue and turned tail, running up the hatch as it closed behind them and Tech got them in the air. As soon as they hit atmosphere she sank down on her butt in the hold. "I-is everyone alright?" She panted.

Echo knelt beside her. "We're fine. You okay?"

She handed him his pistol. "I… oh Force, I shot someone." She whispered, faintly horrified. She didn't even kill spiders…

She'd even only taken off that wretched Admiral Trench's mechanical arms. But she'd just shot a man. A clone, who was as helpless to defy the chip in his head as her beloved Crosshair was.

"He would have hurt Omega, General. You didn't have a choice." He said gently.

"I've only ever killed droids before, Echo…" she whispered. "Not people. Jedi don't hurt people. We're peacekeepers…"

"You did what you had to do. No one blames you. " He said softly, easing down beside her. She leaned into his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment. She was distantly aware of quiet voices and honed in, hoping for something to distract herself.

"I know I have a lot to learn." Omega was murmuring. "But you don't have to send me away, Hunter. I want to be with you. With all of you."

The tattooed sergeant chuckled low and soft. "We have a lot to learn too… but if this is where you want to be, then this is where you'll stay."

When Miria opened her eyes, the little girl was hugging Hunter tightly with grateful tears in her eyes. Miria wiped her own cheeks. "Guess she's a Batcher too." She murmured.

Echo nodded. "Yeah. She's one of us… we can't leave our own behind."

His general, his friend, put her head against his arm and didn't say anything. But she didn't have to, he recognized that silence.

We left Crosshair on Kamino.

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HEART'S DESIRE - CHAPTER 21

*Warning: Adult Content*

As Montreal Hunter listens to Kit Montaine speak, he struggles to keep his emotions in check.

Sorrow, indignation, pity, horror and outrage all combine to make his chest feel too small for the ache in his heart.

He wants to hold on tight and never let go, to kiss away Kit’s tears and to promise him only good things from now on.

Instead, he stays quiet and keeps his hold on him light.

The fact that Kit lets Monty touch him at all, after what he's been through, that he trusts him and takes comfort in being close, is a miracle.

It's a triumph of nature over nurture, Monty guesses, that Kit could have gone through all that he has and still come out so gentle and sweet.

When he reaches the end of his awful tale, he looks up at Monty, the corners of his mouth trembling and draws a shaky breath.

"So do you hate me now, Monty?" he whispers.

"For what I've done?"

Monty strokes Kit’s wild curls, soft as a child's and keeps his voice even and quiet.

"I could never hate you, Kit. You've done nothing wrong. Some bad things happened to you, some really bad things and none of it was your fault. You get that, right? None of it was your fault. Your family lied. You're good and beautiful and brave and... well, you're wonderful, Kit. And I promise you I'm gonna do my best to make sure no more bad things happen to you, ever again."

"But I brought the danger," Kit sniffs.

"No, you didn't. The danger was already here, by the looks of it. And if more follows you, that's not your fault, either. You were running for your life and you didn't mean any harm by it, did you?

Kit shakes his head.

"See? Not your fault."

Kit whimpers and reaches for Monty, pulling him down into a kiss but the older man gently sets his hand on his chest and holds him back.

"Kit... I need you to understand something else, okay?"

He nods.

"I'm gonna do my best to protect you and keep you safe but only because I want to. You don't owe me anything. And I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to, either, not ever. Okay?"

Kit stares at Monty and for a moment he’s not sure he gets it.

Then he nods again, slowly and swallows.

"He never kissed me," he whispers, his eyes lowered behind long golden lashes.

"No one ever kissed me before and I never wanted to kiss anyone, Monty, until I met you. Only you."

Somehow, Monty knows Kit's telling the truth and when the young man reaches for him again, he doesn't resist and he tastes the sweet salt of his tears on his lips.

~ ☾ ~

Later that night, while everyone else is watching a movie, Monty take his brother Alpha Dane Hunter outside and ‘with Kit's permission’ he tells him what Kit had told him.

"That's some fucked-up shit," Dane says.

"Unfortunately, it doesn't surprise me. We knew the Mortaines were into that 'purebred' bullshit but I'm sure mom and dad never suspected anything like this.”

Despite his words, Monty senses a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Their parents and Kit's uncle, Obadiah Mortaine, had arranged a match between their alpha-born children, after all.

If Dane had been more interested in growing the Pack and his power and less in solving crime and following his heart, Monty might be surrounded by a very different group of people right now.

Or not.

Monty doubts Wolves like himself or Freya, would be welcome in a Pack like that.

And who knows what would have happened to Kit.

"Yeah. And it sounds like this 'Ferrault' guy is even worse," Monty says, sipping the hard cider Sasha Hunter had poured for him.

"Got some weird Nazi name for his Pack, too, the 'White Dawn.' Thinks he's destined to be some kind of Alpha god or something and rule all Wolves.”

"Fuck," Dane swears, swiping a hand across his face.

"And Kit thinks this guy might track him here?"

Monty shakes his head.

"I don't know. I don't think Kit knows, really. But we'd best be prepared for the worst."

"The worst?" Dane echoes, sardonically.

"What could be worse than what we're facing now? Our parents might be dead, Monty. At the very least they're missing, and someone here, within their own territory, maybe within their own Pack, might be responsible. I don't know how much worse it could get."

Monty knows what he means.

That one of their own would betray them is unthinkable but all the evidence, or the lack of evidence, at least points that way.

And yet, after hearing Kit's account, Monty can imagine worse.

"Anyway." Monty brushes his hand over his hair.

"Long and short of it is, the Mortaines are more messed-up than we thought and if they come here after Kit... Well, I want you to know that I plan to defend him."

"I'm with you, brother," Dane says, laying a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

"I know I didn't exactly welcome him with open arms, but as long as he's under your care, the Pack will fight for him, tooth and claw. We've got your back and his."

"Thank you." Monty nods, recognizing the formal pledge in his tone.

"I hope it won't come to that."

"Me too." Dane nods, turning towards the window, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Me too."

�� ~ ☾ ~

The next few days pass in a tense approximation of normality, everyone taking comfort in the most mundane of tasks.

Monty bake sweets and Sasha Hunter spends hours in her shop, the sounds of her various tools a constant hum and whine in the background.

Monty can tell the noise gets on Julian Hart's nerves and he seeks the peace and solitude of the woods, though Dane won't let him go alone.

Martin Hunter comes and goes, bringing over covered dishes ‘all vegetarian, Monty notices’ for breakfasts and lunches, to help Sasha feed us all.

Jake Nash drops by in the evenings for dinner and to exchange any new information with Dane.

So far, there hasn't been much.

Dane has withdrawn into himself, keeping his Alpha power low as a banked fire, watching everything with the calculating gaze of a removed observer.

He's in full detective mode, though Monty doesn't see what good it's doing here.

Sasha and Martin would never hurt our mom and dad and their mates have alibis, Elena was on a 12-hour shift at the hospital and Jake was with Sasha all night.

As for Kit, he spends most of his time either sticking close to me or playing with the twins.

The way he's always so gentle with them, so unfailingly patient, caring and kind, always looking after the needs of others before his own, is both touching and a source of frustration.

Monty wants Kit to think about himself, too.

To learn how to ask for what he needs, so Monty can trust him to speak up and tell him what he wants and not just endure in silence, as he's been trained to do his whole life.

His whole life, Monty reminds myself.

He's never known anything else.

As Monty watches Kit, a strange feeling constricts his heart.

In the absence of fear, the young man smiles and laughs and no one would guess at what he's endured.

But that fear is never far off, a raised voice, a loud noise, a sharp glance, the smallest thing will summon it back and leave him trembling.

Undoubtedly, there are other, less visible signs of Kit’s traumas and maybe his attachment to Monty is one of them.

Maybe, once Kit's healed a little, he won't need Monty anymore.

Unfortunately, the more time they spend together and the more they get to know each other, the more Monty’s heart keeps telling him that he needs him.

Rather than happiness, though, it fills the older man with a sort of anxious dread.

Feeling too much has always been his greatest weakness but it was believing those feelings might be returned that led to his greatest mistake.

Monty doesn't want to make another.

~ ☾ ~

The sound of an argument interrupts Monty’s dour thoughts as he stirs yet another batch of cookie batter.

Dusting flour from his hands, he sets the bowl aside and go to the window.

Outside, Sasha stands over Freya where she's changing the oil on her bike, her face bright with anger.

Freya frowns up at her, a red bandana tied over her long black curls and a tool in one hand.

More tools are laid out neatly on a small cloth and this, it seems, is the source of the argument.

Curious what the fuss is over, Monty goes outside and approach.

"I swear, Sasha, everything I've borrowed I've put back right where I found it. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, somebody took my things and you're the only one who's been in there."

"Are you sure about that? What about Jake?”

Sasha crosses her arms, toned muscles showing beneath her light brown skin, and scowls.

"Jake knows my system. He's been using my shop for months and nothing's been out of place before. Not until you showed up."

"Maybe you just didn't notice before," Freya mumbles, turning back to her bike.

"The way the man comes and goes, who knows what you've been missing?"

"How dare you," Sasha hisses, her face flushing with shocked offense.

"I trust Jake with my life and he's been around a hell of a lot more than you have, the last few years, off fighting monsters, or whatever it is you do with that vampire boyfriend of yours. Would you even be here now, if you hadn't broken up with that creep?"

Freya's got a temper and Monty braces himself, expecting an explosion but to his surprise, she doesn't rise to the bait.

Instead, a look of uncharacteristic hurt clouds her face.

She sets down the tool she's holding with care, lining it up with the others on the cloth, then gets to her feet and dusts off the knees of her jeans.

"I'll put these tools away in a bit, Sasha. Sorry if I misplaced your things. I'll be more careful from now on. If you'll excuse me, I need to stretch my legs."

She turns and walks away towards the trees and Sasha stares after her, a conflicted expression of mingled frustration and regret on her soft-featured face.

"What was that about?" Monty asks, coming to stand at her side.

"I went to get some things I needed for finishing a piece, some varnishes and thinners and I couldn't find 'em. Then I started noticing some other stuff missing, too my acetylene torch, a roll of heavy-duty tape random things like that. I don't know why Freya would have borrowed them but she's the only one who's been in there."

"When was the last time you looked for that stuff? I mean..."

Monty rubs the back of my head awkwardly.

He doesn't want to doubt Sasha's word but he knows how mindful Freya is of other people's things.

Like Monty, she's always been careful not to make herself a burden.

"Maybe you used up your supply and don't remember."

Sasha casts Monty a look.

"Even if I had, then what about the torch? Welding equipment doesn't just disappear after you use it, Monty."

The rumble of an engine draws my attention and Monty turns to see Jake Nash's ranger truck approaching up the drive.

“Well, seeing as he's here, you might wanna check with Jake, too," Monty says. "Sometimes when people get comfortable in a place, they forget the lines between what's theirs and what's not. Maybe Jake used some things and forgot to tell you."

"Yeah," Sasha agrees, deflating from anger to unhappiness.

Then she sighs.

"What about Freya? I didn't mean to hurt her just now. I didn't realize it was... a sore subject."

"I'll talk to her. I think I need a walk, too," Monty says, glancing back towards the house.

Before he had started baking cookies, he'd looked in on Kit and the twins.

They were sleeping and Kit had looked so adorable curled up with Luna and Luca resting in his arms, he'd had a hard time resisting the urge to scoop them all up and snuggle them to death ‘figuratively, of course’.

Then Monty had remembered how soft Kit's lips felt when he kissed him and how good and warm he felt in his arms when they shared the bed at night and then he started thinking about other things and then he decided he needed to bake something.

As Sasha wanders over to where Jake is dismounting from his vehicle, long legs swinging to the ground and blond hair gleaming in the sun, Monty follows Freya in the direction of the woods.

She hasn't gone far and he catches up with her leaning against the trunk of an old tree, looking at something on her phone.

She glances up as Monty approaches and wipes hastily at her eyes.

"You heard all that?" she asks.

"Kinda hard not to. You okay?"

She shrugs, still looking at her phone.

"Who knows?"

Monty stands awkwardly for a moment.

Freya's not one to push but something's clearly been bothering her and he doesn't like to pretend he don't care.

"You wanna talk?"

"Not really."

Monty waits a moment longer but she continues to ignore him.

"Alright. As long as you're okay."

He starts to walk away but he hasn't taken many steps when she speaks again.

"He's an idiot."

"Who?"

Monty looks back at her.

"Darius, obviously."

Monty returns to where she stands and leans against another tree, copying her pose.

"What he do?"

She answers without looking up.

"Said he loves me."

Monty blinks.

"He what? But how's that a bad thing? I thought... Well, I kinda thought you liked him, too."

She sighs, rolls her eyes and finally pockets her phone.

"I do."

Freya waves a hand at Monty.

"I like working with him. We're compatible teammates. We've gotten to know each other so well, we barely have to speak out loud to communicate on a mission anymore. He's handsome and daring and funny and kind and a bit of a bad boy, too. He's perfect. As a friend."

"But, he wants more and you don't?" Monty ventures.

"He didn't try pushing something on you, did he?"

Freya shakes her head, her dark curls catching the dappled light through the leaves.

"It's not that. It's just... I don't wanna mess up what we have. And... I mean, he's a vampire, Monty. How's that supposed to work?"

Monty chews his lip.

Wolf and vamp' doesn't seem more unlikely than 'Wolf and Fae' honestly but what does Monty know?

"So... what happened?"

She sighs again.

"He... confessed, I guess. Said he loves me and wants to make me his forever. And I..." She looks up and blinks, her voice going high and tight. "And I didn't believe him."

"What? Why not?"

She takes a breath and her words leave her in a rush.

"Because Darius likes beautiful women and he said... he said that I'm the most beautiful woman he's ever known."

Monty blinks at his sister.

"But... you are beautiful, Freya. You know that."

She shakes her head.

"I thought I was over it, all the insecurity. But... when he said that it all came back and my gut reaction was that it just couldn't be true. That he must be lying and that if I gave in to my feelings, it would ruin our relationship. I guess... it's dumb, but I guess I pushed him away because I don't want to lose him. Does that make sense?"

Monty shakes his head, a rueful smile twisting his lips.

"Nah. But love seldom does, I guess. Not that I'm one to talk."

Sniffing, she wipes her eyes with the pads of her fingers, careful not to smudge her makeup.

"Anyway, then this mess happened and I told him I needed some space and some time to think. He didn't object, so..."

She shrugs.

"That's that, I guess."

"Hey."

Monty go to her and pulls her into a hug.

"If he lets you go that easy, then maybe his feelings aren't that strong. But I'd bet you anything he didn't lie when he said those things. A man like that doesn't waste time with a woman he's only after for a bit of fun. He's been with you for years. My guess is, he meant it all, at least at the time he said it. And if it's real... well, you'll work it out, one way or another."

"I hope so," she laughs, and sniffs, wiping her nose.

"It's only been a few days and I already miss that freak."

~ ☾ ~

That night, Martin comes over and barbecues for everyone, vegetarian hotdogs and bean-burgers, as well as the meat variety.

He brings his kids along because Elena had to work but thankfully the incident at his house seems to be forgotten.

Soon Nico, Rio, Flora and Miguel are playing a spirited game of tag with Kit and Julian.

Kit is quick and light on his feet.

Monty knows because he can't keep his eyes off him.

And Julian cheats now and then by going 'unseen' to the delight of the four young Wolves.

They sit outside at a long picnic table on Sasha's brick patio, which she laid herself and everyone keeps the talk light as we enjoy the tasty food.

Dane alone remains as reserved as ever, his eyes only lighting with warmth when he feeds Luna and Luca spoonfuls of food, or looks up and sees Julian's luminescent beauty growing more noticeable as the edge between night and day goes soft.

His Fae qualities always become more visible at liminal times like this.

Jake Nash is there, too and he sticks close to Sasha, holding her hand and kissing her when he thinks no one notices.

They certainly look like a pair of newly-mates in love, even if they haven't 'finalized' things yet.

It feels almost normal, a summer picnic beneath an evening sky, crickets chirping in the grass and the first bats swooping low overhead.

The only thing missing is... Well, the only thing missing is their mom and dad.

Dad's cooking and mom's laughter as she makes some last-minute repair to something that broke 'waste not, want not,' was always her motto.

As Monty’s thoughts go quiet, he hardly notice that everyone around him have gone quiet as well until Freya touches his shoulder.

Everyone's looking towards the road and as Monty turns, he sees why.

A sheriff's patrol car, lights flashing blue and red, approaches up the drive.

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