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Summary: In a chance encounter at a gas station, a mysterious woman on a Yamaha YZF R6 catches the attention of Carlos, a charming Ferrari driver. Little did they know the journey they would both go on.

Warning: Smut, fluff

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (Lola)

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Chapter 1

As she stood there, the thrumming pulse of the Ferrari reverberated through the asphalt, sending subtle vibrations up through the soles of her shoes. It was a sensory experience, feeling the raw power of the sports car resonate in the ground beneath her, almost as if it were alive.

Impulsively, she turned her head to the side, her curiosity piqued by the familiar rumble. Her gaze landed on the sleek lines of the Ferrari, its glossy exterior catching the sunlight in a dazzling display. And there, behind the wheel, was a figure that exuded an air of confidence and charisma.

The Spaniard seemed engrossed in inspecting her motorcycle, his keen eyes scanning over every detail with a discerning gaze. It was a moment of unexpected connection, two individuals brought together by their mutual appreciation for the machines they rode.

With a casual wave, she acknowledged his presence, the gesture a simple yet genuine expression of goodwill. In that moment, she didn't dwell on the significance of the encounter, merely allowing herself to be swept up in the rhythm of the city streets.

As the light finally shifted to green, she smoothly accelerated, the engine of her motorcycle roaring to life as she merged onto the highway. Unbeknownst to her, Carlos, drawn by the allure of the chase, followed suit, his Ferrari seamlessly blending into the flow of traffic as he pursued her.

What ensued was a thrilling game of cat and mouse, each manoeuvring through lanes with precision and skill, their vehicles dancing in harmony with the rhythm of the road. With every twist and turn, they pushed the limits of speed and control, the adrenaline coursing through their veins fueling their determination.

In her mirrors, she caught glimpses of the sleek Ferrari gaining ground, the distance between them shrinking with each passing moment. It was an exhilarating pursuit, the thrill of the chase igniting a competitive fire within her.

And then, in a daring move, Carlos surged ahead, the Ferrari darting past her with effortless grace. In that moment, a surge of determination washed over her, igniting a fierce resolve to reclaim the lead.

With unwavering focus, she pushed her motorcycle to its limits, the wind whipping against her as she chased after him, the highway stretching out before them like an endless ribbon of asphalt.

After a heart-pounding ten-minute exchange of speed and strategy, she made the split-second decision to veer off the highway, her sights set on the nearest gas station. It was a calculated move, a chance to catch her breath and regroup after the exhilarating pursuit.

As Carlos pursued her off the highway, the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins was unlike anything he had experienced on the racetrack. As a seasoned Formula 1 driver, he was accustomed to the thrill of high-speed races, the precision of every turn and manoeuvre ingrained in his muscle memory.

But this... this was different. The chase, the unpredictability, the sheer exhilaration of the moment stirred something deep within him, reigniting a passion that had lain dormant for far too long. Behind the wheel of his Ferrari, he felt alive, every twist and turn of the road awakening his senses in a way that no race ever could.

Gone was the familiar routine of the racetrack, replaced instead by the raw excitement of the open road. Here, there were no rules, no boundaries—just the exhilarating rush of speed and the thrill of the chase.

As he followed her into the unknown, a sense of liberation washed over him, the weight of expectations and obligations fading into the background. In this moment, there was only him, the road, and the enigmatic figure ahead—a tantalising mystery waiting to be unravelled.

For Carlos, this impromptu pursuit was a welcome departure from the structured world of Formula 1, a reminder of the pure joy that came from simply letting go and embracing the thrill of the ride.

As she sat astride her motorcycle, preparing to refuel, the familiar hum of the gas station's pumps reverberated through the ground beneath her. Turning slightly, she caught sight of the sleek Ferrari gliding into the station, pulling up to the pump behind her with a quiet confidence.

With practised ease, she dismounted her bike, the rumble of the engine fading into the background as she focused on the task at hand. As she began to pump gas into her tank, she felt his eyes on her, the weight of his gaze lingering like a tangible presence.

Carlos, unable to resist the magnetic pull of curiosity, stepped out of his Ferrari, his movements graceful and deliberate. Though he tried to appear nonchalant, his stolen glances betrayed a deep-seated intrigue, an unspoken desire to learn more about the enigmatic figure before him.

As she continued with the task of refuelling, she sensed his presence lingering nearby, his gaze never straying far from her. And then, in a moment of quiet confidence, she reached up and removed her helmet, revealing the face that had captured his attention.

With a fluid motion, she released her two plaits from beneath her jacket, the cascading strands of hair framing her features like a halo in the soft light of the gas station. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes—revealing not just her physical appearance, but also a glimpse of the person behind the helmet, the individual beneath the facade.

A playful smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she casually placed her helmet on the seat of her motorcycle, her gaze meeting Carlos's with a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Hey.” She greeted him, the word laced with an easygoing charm that seemed to dissolve the tension between them.

“Hey.” He replied, his voice soft, almost tentative, as he returned her greeting with a shy smile, his eyes lingering on her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

A comfortable silence settled between them for a moment, the air tinged with a palpable sense of anticipation. And then, with a casual observation, she broke the ice, her words light and playful.

“Nice car.” She remarked, nodding towards the sleek Ferrari parked behind him, her tone casual yet appreciative.

Carlos's smile widened at her compliment, a faint blush colouring his cheeks as he returned the gesture.

“Nice bike.” He countered, his eyes flickering briefly to the motorcycle beside her with genuine admiration.

With the teasing glint in her eyes, she extended an invitation that hung in the air like an irresistible dare.

“I could take you for a ride.” She teased, her words laced with a playful challenge that dared him to seize the opportunity for adventure.

Carlos chuckled at her teasing remark, a warm smile gracing his lips as he shook his head lightly.

“I'm happy with my four wheels.” He replied, his tone light and playful, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

She chuckled in response, her laughter a melodic sound that filled the air between them with a sense of camaraderie.

“Too bad, then.” She teased, her words carrying a playful undertone as she finished pumping gas into her motorcycle.

As she replaced the nozzle and secured the gas cap, the moment lingered, suspended in the air like a shared secret between them.

Carlos's curiosity piqued as he took a step closer, his eyes scanning over the sleek lines of her motorcycle with genuine interest.

“What type of bike is it?” He wondered aloud, his curiosity evident in the way he lingered over each detail.

Her heart skipped a beat at the unexpected question, a flush of flustered surprise colouring her cheeks as she fumbled for an answer.

“Oh, this is a Yamaha YZF R6.” She replied, her voice slightly breathless as she struggled to compose herself in the face of his scrutiny. Carlos chuckled at her response, a knowing glint in his eyes as he took in the information.

“Sounds fast.” He remarked with a playful grin, his admiration for her motorcycle evident in his tone.

As he stepped closer to inspect her all-black motorbike, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at his genuine interest. It was a rare moment of connection, a shared appreciation for the machines that fueled their passion for the open road.

“I wasn't expecting to see a Ferrari Roma today.” He stated, changing the subject as she removed her gloves, the gesture a subtle invitation to continue their conversation.

Carlos's bafflement at the woman's unexpected knowledge of cars was evident in his tone as he posed the question.

“You know cars, too?” He asked, his curiosity tinged with a hint of admiration for the intellectually captivating woman dressed in full riding gear.

“I like pretty things.” She countered, her words carrying a hint of mystery that only served to deepen Carlos's curiosity. She responded with a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief as she offered a simple yet intriguing explanation.

His laughter filled the air, a warm and genuine sound that echoed in the space between them.

“Good to know.” He replied with a grin, his amusement evident as he marvelled at the enigmatic woman before him.

A comfortable silence settled between them for a moment, the air charged with unspoken tension as they lingered in the aftermath of their playful banter. And then, with a boldness that surprised even himself, he seized the opportunity to extend an invitation of his own.

“You don't perhaps fancy going for dinner sometime to tell me more about your... Yamaha XYZ?” He proposed, his tone teasing yet genuine as he met her gaze with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity.

“YZF R6.” She corrected him with a breathy chuckle, her amusement evident as she clarified the name of her motorcycle. Carlos chuckled in response, his tone light and teasing as he acknowledged his lack of knowledge.

“Precisely. I have so much to learn.” He teased, his eyes dancing with playful banter.

But she wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and with a quick-witted retort, she turned the tables on him.

“Depends. Will the nameless man with the Ferrari pick me up too?” She countered, her words laced with a hint of mischief as she playfully tested his manners. Carlos, caught off guard by her boldness, felt a flush of embarrassment colour his cheeks at his oversight.

“The man with the Ferrari most certainly can. His name is Carlos.” He replied, determined to make amends for his earlier oversight. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she met his gaze, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Well, Carlos, it sounds like you have a date with Lola.” She remarked with a playful grin, her tone light and inviting.

“Lola?” Carlos repeated, a note of curiosity in his voice as he echoed the name she had given him.

“Technically, it's Louise, but everyone calls me Lola.” She explained, her smile widening at the revelation. Carlos nodded as he retrieved his phone from his pocket and handed it to her.

“Your number, please, Miss Lola.” He insisted.

Carlos's insistence drew a warm smile from Lola as she typed her number into his phone, taking a moment to add a playful touch by including the full descriptor of her bike beside her name. With a chuckle, Carlos accepted his phone back, the corners of his lips perking up at her playful gesture.

“Now you have to remember what kind of bike I ride.” She joked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she watched him lock his screen and tuck the phone away in his pocket.

“It was lovely meeting you, Lola.” Carlos greeted her warmly, his voice tinged with genuine sincerity. “I'd love to stay and chat, but I need to get to a meeting.”

“Nice meeting you too, Carlos.” Lola nodded in acknowledgment, her smile lingering as she watched him climb into his Ferrari.

With a wink, he pulled out from behind her, the sleek sports car purring to life as it rolled past her, leaving her with a sense of anticipation for the adventure that lay ahead.

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thedivinershiddenarchive · 1 year

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I noticed you write for Capitano and I thank you for that QwQ Can I request Cupid's weapon to be the R6 Compound Bow ? Capitano and reader had a lot of time together when he abducted her, and she started to develop Stockholm Syndrome not long after she got captured. Despite being in an unhealthy relationship, she's really loyal + almost obedient to Capitano and he might be soft on her from time to time because of this???

For kinks, perhaps some praising, dirty talk, and very mild degration? I hope it's okay for the AU to lean a biit on the softer side but not too soft?? I've just been finding extreme ones and seeing a bit of softness from him whilst being a yan would be nice q-q;

Have fun with this!

CHARACTERS; Yandere!Capitano x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY; You haven't seen your friends or family in a long time. It could have been years. You have no idea; only Capitano knows when he kidnapped you. Is it wrong for you to be grateful for him doing so? All you had to do was obey the masked man like a pet. And in return, he will lavishly reward you. You can't get enough of him, and you can't let him go. He can't either. It's almost as if the both of you were addicted.

CONTENT; kidnapper/victime troupe, stockholm syndrome, praise/(little)degradation kink, dirty talk, unhealthy relationships, possesiveness/overprotectiveness, violence/fighting, usage of "good girl/sweet girl/sweetheart", yandere themes, capitano being a bit rough and harsh to reader, reader calls capitano "sir".

A/N; this is the first ever interesting ask for the event i've gotten and i love the concept. tysm anon for requesting this and i hope you like what i've wrote! (update: i actually had a lot of fun writing this and felt such in depth to it!)

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It's been a while since you've last seen your hometown. Your family, friends, literally anyone you loved before you got here. A dark home in the middle of nowhere with the coldest breeze you’ve ever felt. You’ve never felt an ounce of warmth ever since you were kidnapped, the only warmth you’ve ever been engulfed with was the big armored man who he calls himself “Capitano”.

The only sun you were able to see even if he resembled the moon more. But his touch was like fire when he didn’t wear his armor, one that might’ve burned you but it didn’t. He was your only source of fervor you’ve ever had in a long time. He was the only one to fit your needs.

You’d wait for him, no matter how long it was. Be it the whole cold season in Snezhnaya or simply a week after. For how long he’s left you in this dark cabin, you would’ve escaped by then when he came back. But you didn’t. You don’t know your way out of the nation and in the end he’ll come to find you and take you back.

It was funny, really. The moment your blindfold was taken off and landed eyes on the man in front of you, your mind became too busy comprehending what was going on to even eat the spoon full of soup he was trying to feed you.

You hadn't even been with him a week and you were clinging to him like a leech, not that he minded. It made it easier for him to care for you without you acting scared or making a scene.

And it was easier for him to show you affection when you behaved. He didn’t teach you anything yet and you were obedient like a dog following commands. Each order he gives you, you immediately follow. Even if it was in exchange for an ounce of his love. That’s the point of your life now, anyway. Being his beloved to keep forever.

You haven't been outside in a long time. Capitano has been extremely protective of you, refusing to even let you step on the snow, but since it was a special reward for his girl because you've been loyal and didn't appear to have any bad intentions of leaving him even if he gave you a minute to be alone.

It was the first time you felt happy about going out and spending more time with the armored man. He was no fool to let you wander around without having your wrist chained to his arm in case you got lost because he wasn't paying a good amount of attention to you.

By the end of the day, you adventured back to your cabin with the widest grin you could’ve mustered. He was surprised to see you really happy. He didn’t have a single thought of blaming himself, too blinded by the fact he’s broken you a bit by trapping you inside for a long period of time.

Though the moment would’ve lasted longer if it weren’t for a few bandits getting in your path. Capitano sensed danger so he placed an arm in front of you to protect you. He lets out a low “Stay back,” before he wields his weapon in front of him. “Don’t go running away from me.” with that, you walked back for a bit. Enough that you wouldn’t get hurt from him fighting off the crooks.

The sight had your breathing go rapid. You were scared but you don’t know what to do. You shouldn’t be scared, you know he’s a strong man, strong enough to take care of a few weak bandits.

You’ve heard it before. You’ve heard how the people distanced themselves from Capitano when you were walking around the shops, how they whispered about him. You know better that people shouldn’t disrespect Harbingers, and whispering about them was a part of that. Knowing Capitano was a Harbinger was nothing shocking to know about.

The Fatui badge he had on his coat said it all, and knowing him, you’d expect him to have a high-ranking and respected role.

You were standing right in front of a man whose armor was stained with blood. You weren't worried anymore, knowing he wasn't hurt and that he had enough knowledge to survive a battle unharmed. If you even call that a battle.

He sheathed his weapon back to where it belongs, walking right up to you and engulfing you into an embrace. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around him and lean your head into his plated chest.

His armor dropped on the cold wooden floor and you sat in front of him on the bed. Never has he asked you to clean up the mess he’s made, the blood he has shed. It felt wrong exposing you to this but seeing that you were unfazed by all of it, he takes it into consideration and deals with it his way.

“You don’t have anything to wear for tomorrow, dear.” you stated.

“A little blood doesn’t stop me from using it.” You laughed inside, a little, huh? In his eyes, it wasn’t a big of a mess. Unlike yours, it’s like you witnessed a whole massacre.

“You should worry about yourself.” he turns to you, discarding his chest plate and placing it on the corner.

“I listened to what you did and was left unharmed. They didn’t leave even a single scratch on me.” you responded nonchalantly.

“Even if you were, I wouldn’t forgive myself.” the tall man miffed, now sitting next to you, caressing your cheek with his palm. The pad of his thumb brushing the bottom of your eyelids, making you lean into his touch. “Won’t forgive myself..”

You didn’t see how he lifted his mask a little, feeling his lips tickle your neck. You slowly snaked your arms around his neck and slanted your head back for him to have more access to your neck.

Never have you done this… Well, you have, but not with Capitano. He’s been way too busy so you were left to play with yourself. You may be patient but you couldn’t help but admit you miss his touches. But here he was now, caressing your body so diligently like if he made one wrong move, you’d shatter.

He carefully pushes you on the bed and continues kissing your body, he harshly clutches the fabric of your shirt, signaling you to take it off in which you oblige. You’ve never seen him watch your bare chest in awe (even behind the mask), it makes you a bit nervous since this was your first time with him.

“Be gentle, please.”

“I’ll do what I want with you.” he buries his face against your breasts, you moaned silently and snuggled against the pillow. His touches were really like fire, but more fiery and it roared. You were desperate for them but you don’t wanna seem bratty about it.

He pulls away from you, taking off his mask and throwing it firmly against the floor, creating a clunking sound because of the metal. You looked up at him in wonder at the sight of his face. You will admit you were quite foreign to the concept of him being unmasked but you weren’t against it.

Capitano leans in and gives you permission for your hands to wander his body, his face, his scars. You smiled in adoration at the sight, you asked for approval to kiss him, and he nodded. Sitting down in front of you with your legs straddling his lap. His hand is comfortably placed on your hips to position you properly.

A groan rumbled through his chest when you kissed his neck, more specifically, a sensitive spot on it. You were taken aback when he clasped around your body strongly but soon weakened and caressed your back, beckoning you to continue.

“Sorry,” he mutters.

“It’s… Fine.” you consoled, returning to your current actions and kissing his misty skin. He sighs in content, you weren’t surprised at how quiet it is when he was making sounds of pleasure. You know how much he wanted to seem tough, even behind closed doors but you couldn’t change that, hell, you don’t want to change that. You loved him the way he was.

“More.” the man emitted and draws you away from his neck. His eyes darkened, desperate for more than you can give. His lips tipped to yours, engulfing them into a kiss. You didn’t know you were holding your breath until now, your eyes lidded a bit before fully closing them. Enjoying the warmth of his lips.

He laid you down again, tapping your thigh, gesturing you to spread your legs in which you did. The tall man didn’t waste no time taking off your pants and underwear.

Capitano laughed a bit when you looked away and tried to bind your legs together but his grip on your thighs were too strong, allowing him to crawl on top of you, your hips connected to each other.

Your eyes gaze at his hand palming his tented crotch before pulling his pants and underwear down, revealing his cock. He hears you gulp in anticipation, guessing that you were nervous to be filled by something big. He can’t blame you, it would take quite a painful stretch to fit all of it inside of you.

“You can take it like the good girl you are, right?”

You mumbled a response that he couldn’t quite comprehend because you were so quiet about it but looking at your eyes, how they begged for him. The man assumes you’ll be able to take him, despite its size.

He preps you up by inserting his lengthy finger inside of your tight pussy, you whine at the feeling as he starts thrusting them into you. He grunts when he feels you clench around it, “How dirty, already addicted to my fingers simply being inside you?”

You hummed, not able to make out any words from the pleasure you were experiencing. “Feels good, hm?” Capitano laughs quietly at your face, flushed red from how good you felt.

“Just wait till you feel my cock instead.” His words made you clamp on his digits, he’s never been this dirty before and you were quite foreign to the feeling of it. Though it felt good having him dominating you.

“Want it now, sir..” you whined.

“The last thing I want is for you to stop complaining to me that you can’t take me in. No matter how painful it is, I’m not stopping unless it’s necessary. You don’t want that now, do you?” the man growls on your stomach.

You know he cares for you as much despite his tough character. His hand on your stomach can feel you tense up at him when he pushes his fingers deeper. “Are you this sensitive? It hasn’t even been that long.”

“‘M sorry, sir.. Feels too good.” you moan softly, holding his free hand on your belly tightly. The pad of his thumb caresses your palm, “I know. So let yourself go for me.”

You grind your hips against his digits, slowing down each time you grow close to your peak. Your legs visibly shake before collapsing a bit on the bed when your visions blurs and colors brighten. You can hear Capitano’s deep chuckle, his fingers still inside of your dripping hole before giving it a few thrusts and drawing them out.

“You look so cute when you’re dumb for me.” He stares at you in awe when you don't say anything despite your hardest to speak with your mouth moving.

“Is this your first time?”

“N-No, it’s just been a very long while. I haven’t felt this good.” you snuggled into his chest when he caged you in his arms, his large hand cupped the back of your head to rest his chin on it. “I'm the only one who'll make you feel good. And whoever had you before me, I'll find them. Make them regret to even lay a hand on you in the first place.”

He squeezes your thighs before placing them on your chest. Your dripping cunt fully exposed for him. You looked away when his eyes gazed at your clit and to your eyes, he grabs your wrists and holds both of them with one hand over your head.

“Look at me.”

Those words alone stopped you from looking at something else that isn’t him. He seems a bit irritated and you lowkey don’t want to frustrate him more. He pulls your hips close to his, his cock brushing your cunt, staining it with his precum.

“It’ll be fine, trust me for once.” he whispers. You did, you always did. You fully committed yourself to him but he needed more.

“You’re too big, sir. I don’t know if I can take that…”

He sighed and look into your eyes deeply, “I’ll only put the tip in. Unless you want me to go deeper.” he assures you. You gulped but nodded for him to continue. He tells you to take a deep breath in which you do, only for it to be instantly exhaled when he enters his mushroom tip in. “Shit, I’m not fully in and you’re clenching around me..”

The stretch was painful, you were thankful he was considerate to go a bit gentle with you, just not enough to lighten the pain.

As he promised, he didn’t go deeper but your whimpers and soft sounds were making it hard for him to stop himself from slamming his whole length into you. “Deeper, please.” you said softly, it didn’t even take him a second before his hips were plush against yours. “Fuck…”

He groaned at your sudden tightness, he felt good before but it felt so much better now. Capitano took a look at your face and couldn’t help but smirk at how blissful you were, the way your wet pussy was sucking him in after the impact of his thrust.

“Gonna move, okay?”

You only responded with a nod, too focused on the pleasure you were feeling on your bottom parts. He took it slow at first but he set a pace that went faster and faster to the point your breasts were jiggling with each thrust.

Each snap of his hips to yours were harsh and deep, the tip of his cock kissing every sensitive spot you didn’t know were there. Capitano palmed around the bump on your stomach, a guttural groan can be heard as he presses the pad of his thumb on it.

“Feel how deep I am, sweet girl? I bet that pussy of yours loves the way it sucks me up.”

You gabbled, satisfying the man. He was proud of how vulnerable you are now, how stupid you are when his cock is fathomless inside of you. His touch was always gentle, especially when handling you, feeding you, or simply snuggling into you after a harsh battle.

He didn’t want to frighten you whatsoever. I mean, he needed a way for you to let your guard down when it comes to him ever since he kidnapped you, and acting tender was one way to do it. He had to make you feel guilty if you ever left him so you can come back crawling for him, which unsurprisingly worked.

But in this situation, it was different. His grasp was so cruel on your hips that you were sure it would leave crescent markings from his nails. Capitano was letting out every single hint of anger possible and using you for his pleasure, as if you weren’t worth anything but his stupid toy.

While you on the other hand had your mind fogged from how fulfilling your pussy feels with his dick inside of you. Your body squirming from his length alone.

He pulls out before crashing into you again, causing you to gasp. “You just clenched around me. Do you love how fucking slutty you are just for my cock?” he mocks, gripping your chin and connecting your saliva stained lips into his.

He swallowed your loud and high-pitched moans that had him go harder on you. The sounds that you make turns him on even more, knowing that he was the one that made you this way. “You feel so fucking good. You're so dirty like this.” he groans into your lips, his pace slowing down as he feels himself managing his high.

“Shit, I'm close. You better come with me, sweetheart.” Capitano whispers and you let out a whimper. He swirled his tongue against yours, sucking it, making you moan. “You’re gonna take every drop of my cum inside of this pussy of yours.”

That alone made you much wetter than you were before, you love the idea of him claiming and emptying himself inside of you. He notices this and smiles a bit against the skin of your neck.

“Ah, fuck ‘m cumming. Be a good fucking girl and take it for me.” he murmurs, unloading his seed inside of your hole. He continues with his forceful ramming, determined to keep his cum deep inside of your pussy. You throw your head back and wail in ecstasy as you cream around his length. Letting out hiccups while your pussy drinks him dry.

Capitano’s thrusts faltered, only left with his crotch grinding against yours. You mewl, feeling sensitive from his light plunges. He soon pulls out, watching the way his seed oozes out of you, dripping onto the sheets and staining them with your mixed cum.

He pulls you close to his chest, causing you to snuggle up onto him. The man sighs and places a firm kiss on your forehead, in which you suspire in response to his gentle touch.

“Just rest. I’ll clean up for tonight.” he puts a strand of your hair away and admires your tired face of euphoria, sweat drenching your look despite the cold atmosphere.

"I can help."

"No." a harsh and dark glare was thrown at you, but they soon soften when he sees you frown a bit. "No, you're tired and you need to relax. I'm more than capable of dealing with this mess, so don't worry about me." that alone calmed you down a bit, letting yourself lay on him as your eyes droop a bit.

You smile tiredly and he leans in with your lips plushing against his. The moment he pulled out, you were already sleeping comfortably against the pillows. Capitano slowly took you into his embrace and carried you to the nearby couch of the bed, drooping your body with a blanket to keep you warm as he cleaned up the mess on the bed and rubbed your bare body with a warm wet cloth.

He dresses you up in one of his big shirts and shorts and nestles into you, warming you up with his body heat with the blanket over the both of you.

You were a dear to him, a precious treasure for him to forever admire and keep. He couldn’t get enough of you and neither can you with him. Your touches, kisses, and affectionate words you’d give to him, they were the reasons he kept you locked up for an incredibly long time.

After all those long days and weeks of having you inside, he finally had you wrapped around his finger fully, and he'll use that as an advantage. His beloved was finally his, Capitano didn't have to do much work anymore for you have finally committed yourself to him.

You were addicted to him like drugs, and he is too. More than you think.

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itsohh · 3 months

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AN: G/N reader, I really can't feel like things all about to go wrong in r6s.

Summary: Even though Rainbow was able to capture Deimos, you can't help but feel that things aren't quite right. Gustave is there to reassure you.

Word count: 582

Warnings: Spoilers?

Masterlist AO3

Stress had become a partner in your relationship: you, him and that debilitating pressure. Originally you had thought it would ease once Deimos was in custody but you soon found that wasn't the case. With Eliza now awake, everyone's hope seemed to be up. Sure there was a lot of anger throughout all the operators but ultimately moreal was up.

Perhaps that's why you drew back and secluded yourself. Unable to bring down the mood, you stayed holed up in your joint bedroom with your focus on your gun.

Your Barrett was treated like a child, cared and loved for. It took your mind off matters as you took it apart, cleaned it and then put it together. Again and again, the mindless task took your focus away from the stress.

That was until the door clicked open. You didn't attempt to move nor did you lose your focus. A breath was exhaled from behind you and a few moments later you felt his gentle hands on your shoulders.

“I haven’t seen you all day.” He paused and you felt his lips brush against your cheek. “Almost all week.”

“We've both been busy.”

“Mmm, I know.” His lips pressed down into a kiss and your hands hesitated. “Tell me what's wrong.”

“Everything's fine. I'm alright.”

Gustave's hands drifted from your shoulders down to your frozen hands and gently guided you to put the gun down. “We’re a team non? No need to start hiding from me now.”

His arms wrapped around you as he leaned over your body and hugged you from behind. Gustave's face settled into the crook of your neck and one of your hands settled on top of his. “We got Deimos…”

“That we did.”

“I was terrified something was going to happen to you, watching the body cameras? Fuck.”

Gustave pressed a kiss into your neck and grabbed your hand. He gave it a comforting squeeze before he raised it up to his face and kissed the top of it. “It can be scary sometimes. But our team did well. We worked well together. Elena, Julien, Sam and I all know how to look after each other.”

“I know, I know I just…” You let out a sigh in frustration.

“I know. It's okay. Everything ended up okay. I'm here.”

Your head raised and slowly turned to look over your shoulder at him. He adjusted his and when your eyes made contact, his lips locked onto yours.

The kiss was slow, careful but still full of desperation. As if he could disappear at any moment. Gustave rested his forehead against yours while his thumb gently rubbed your cheek.

“He got him, we got Deimos.”

Your eyes cracked open and you grabbed his wrist, not to move it, just to hold it. “I know, I can't help but feel like we have given him exactly what he wants though. Like instead of us trapping him, we're trapped with him.”

Your voice turned to a whisper. “What if this was all part of his plan?”

“Then we put a stop to it. Together.”

You opened your mouth to speak but promptly closed it and turned your body to fully face his. With a deep exhale you placed your head on his shoulder and welcomed his warm embrace. Gustave planted a light kiss on top of your head before he gently started to stroke your hair.

You sighed into him and made a slight nod that rubbed against his chest. “Together.”

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darlingdarkly · 6 months

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The Devil youKnow

18+ MDNI

Hello, and welcome to my blog, you may call me Woodsy. Mid 20s, She/Her, I write things.

This is a pseudo blog for my dark natured fics. This is also a side blog which means my follows, likes and such will not come from here. All work will be 18+, while they may not all contain smut they certainly will contain mature themes. Please if you are a minor, I ask that you click away from this blog at once, I will have no interaction with you.

I am currently in the midst of a COD hyperfixation so all of my fics will be COD related, I aim to center my writing around Simon “Ghost” Riley, and Johnny “Soap” MacTavish but they may eventually also include the rest of TF141.

Masterlist below the cut!

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New Year New you - Dubcon! Personal Trainer AU Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x f!reader COMPLETE

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Part 4.5 (not essential to the story but just a little blooper if you will)

OTHER WORKS

Simon Riley Fear Piece

Ghoap Drabble

R6S

Fates Worse Than Death - Noncon! Enemies to Lovers Deimos x f!reader

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Part 7.5 (not essential to the story but just a little blooper if you will)

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solari-writes-things · 6 months

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Hi! Will you write for Fenrir from r6s? Not a whole lot of people like him so I get it if you don't wanna. But if so: could I ask for some general dating sfw/nsfw headcanons? Unless you would prefer we just ask from the prompt lists? I can do that too!

✧ Solari Says: Hey, doll! I'm sorry this took so much time. It's holidays, and I was going through a blog change so it took a lot of time to figure out what I wanted before I put more effort into making thumbnails and suchlike. I hope you enjoy what I've put together for you, though, after all this time!

🛑 WARNINGS: NONE. 🛑

masterlist. // rainbow six. // request here.

Emil is a man of both curious, but jaded nature as it stands.

Dating him is a slow start, but something that is highly rewarding once he fully trusts to involve himself.

He buried himself in his work at first, sort of playing aloof when anyone makes any sort of advancements towards him. Being played by Deimos has made it near impossible for him to fully accept someone is being entirely truthful with their intentions.

However, it does remain logged in the back of his mind. He doesn't forget these things, he has a mind like a steel trap.

Once they've proven themselves to be fully trustworthy, Emil's true colors will begin to show. He will slowly become heartwarming and attentive, studying every close detail he can.

Those attempts of trying to ask him out? He'll constantly call back to those. He remembers them all, and has adored the ones he's eyeing for a long time-- but it's just the nature of his past that has kept him at bay from acting on it.

He often buried himself in his work when he thought about it, really, as sort of a way to cope with the idea he might begin to trust again.

Once dating, he likes to keep company and ramble.

He appreciates sitting down and being able to talk about the things on his mind. His latest discoveries, his interests, his current pet projects. Even if the person doesn't understand a lick of what he says, he just likes feeling like he's being heard and genuinely appreciated for him and not just his intelligence.

However, that is not a one-sided street. He will do the same for the one he's seeing, not wanting for them to feel left out in the sort of catharsis it makes him feel. He can only hope they feel the same.

Date nights are usually nights in. He's not an outdoor body, he never had been before. He was usually too far into his work to really want to be outdoors-- and even more so since his trust has been broken so far before.

The once in a blue moon he does have the urge to go out, his date is close to his hip. He never really wraps his arms around them, really, but it's small gestures. A hand on the small of their back, hand holding, the works.

He's not big on P. D. A, though. Usually it's just those small gestures he'll do, nothing more.

In private, he will do kisses on their head and leaning on shoulders. Hugs and cuddles are prominent, for certain.

Usually it's at a small, but rather nice restaurant. Maybe a movie, if it's something his date is interested in. He might not be a cinema person, but he enjoys learning about the things his date likes. It spins the cog in his brain, learning more information, no matter what the subject.

He doesn't mind when his date keeps him company while at work. It's even more of a compliment when they seem interested in what he's doing-- going hand in hand with the rambling. Albeit, being cautious the first couple times they've requested to do so.

Emil manages to squeeze in little surprises for his date. Small gifts of things that his date likes in passing-- as long as they're conventional and he knows his date will use them.

Jewelry and such is still on the table, as long as it's something he knows will be worn around and such. He isn't a fan of gifting someone things that just get forgotten.

Being as committed as he is, once he begins to date someone, it takes a lot for him to want to stop. His patience is sky high with the right people and it takes a lot to get him angry.

Many could see it as being a pushover, but he isn't. He just knows and understands that people are not cookie-cutter, by a long shot.

Regardless, he adores the person he is deciding to see. He wouldn't change a thing, not by a long shot-- and hopes that they intend to stay with him for a long time like he wants.

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xhanelia · 3 months

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*•°~Navigation & Masterlist~°•*

Hello dear! This is Lurid. You can call me Xhan too! I am 18 y.o and my pronouns are she/her. My native is Turkish and i am from Türkiye. Lastly, my mbti is entp.

My riot id is Lurid#ALUNE if you want to add me. Just write your riot name in my ask box so that i know its you. I play all of the riot games, mostly valorant and wild rift. (Im not too good at valorant and lol though. Lets bottom frag togeter 😭)

What i'll write and not

I will write any request that isnt too much specified. If request has something that makes me uncomfortable, i will ignore it. (for ex. Fetishes)

Reader will be either she/her or gn if not said in the request

I can write for Valorant, LoL, MK1, R6 and Genshin.

○●Masterlist for Valorant●○

General headcannons

•~Headcannons pt.2

•~Headcannons pt.1

•~what i feel about you based on your main agent (bad edition)

Sova

•~ Sova with a gift-giving reader

•~Sova with hair pulling NSFW

•~Confession headcannons

•~Sova with a reader who is afraid of needles

•~Sova with a mute reader

•~Sova with a trans-masc reader 1

•~Sova with a trans-masc reader 2

•~Sova during sex headcannons NSFW

•~Sova being himself around you

•~Sova being himself around you pt.2

Yoru

•~Healing Yoru's inner world

•~Motors? Hell yeah.

Omen

•~Omen teaches reader how to knit

Gekko

•~Gekko with a gift-giving reader

Chamber

•~Confession headcannons

#valorant #masterlist #navigation

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Wrecker

Chapter 16 of Moonwalker: The Batch

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Summary: When Rex appears at Cid’s cantina, the bad batch are led to Bracca in a race against time—and Wrecker’s inhibitor chip.

Word count: 4.6k

Tags/warnings: Mature. Depictions of violence and injuries, including choking and bone fractures. PTSD and panic attack. So much angst. Hurt with some comfort and some nice family interactions to balance out the anguish.

A/N: once again, an angstier chapter, but this is daily bread when it comes to canon LOL. Anyways, if you feel this may be a bit much for you, don’t hesitate to skip the chapter and ask me for a summary instead!

Songs: glad you came, you can run, end of time

Sarah

A feeling lingered within her, when they returned to Cid’s parlor at Ord Mantell, that she had left that place determined to achieve something, and she hadn’t. Still, Sarah pushed the sensation down, knowing that her Guardian, now binded to her in the eyes of the Force, could pick up on her distresses better than he could before.

Cid greeted the squad with her usual snarky remarks, but she softened when her gaze found Sarah. She’d scanned the group, no doubt hoping to find the missing member of their squad, only for her features to drop when she saw no one new. Cid then examined Sarah’s marks, staring at the obvious difference in them from when she’d left.

“What happened to you?” Cid asked Sarah. “R6 told me you were shot.”

“So he came back alright?” Sarah confirmed. “What about the Y-Wing?”

“Safe and sound,” Cid replied, though her curiosity didn’t fade.

Sarah knew the story was far too long and far too painful for her to revisit, and she opted to just sum it up. “I failed.”

Before she could feel too upset, Sarah looked up at Hunter and squeezed his hand. “But good things came out of it too.”

Cid looked down at Sarah and Hunter holding hands. “I can see that.” She then shook her head and returned to her usual self. “Hey, Bandana, if you’re done making googly eyes at Strider, I need to talk business with ya.”

Sarah inevitably smiled at the nickname Cid had come up with for Hunter; she squeezed his hand, letting him know it was okay for him to go.

“I won’t be long,” he said.

Hunter followed Cid into her office along with Tech and Echo, and Sarah figured she could use a drink to soothe the utter mania of the past few days. But before she could make her way behind the bar to pour herself something to drink, she could hear Wrecker and Omega giggling behind her as they tried to sneak up on her, and she turned around to meet their mischievous grins.

“What is it now?” Sarah asked.

They somehow grinned even wider and spoke in unison, “Can we go get our post-mission treat?”

“What mission?” Sarah chuckled. “You guys were chilling on Jedha.”

“Excuse me?” Wrecker feigned indignance and spoke in the most eloquent tone he could manage. “We rescued you and therefore we deserve our Mantell Mix.”

“Does Hunter know?” Sarah asked.

“Yes he does,” Omega replied.

“Does he approve?” Sarah raised a brow at her.

“You know what Hunter’s like,” Wrecker answered. “But, just ask yourself, what would the Force do?”

Sarah facepalmed. “Wrecker, that’s not how the Force works—” a sigh escaped her. “You know what? Just go.”

Cheering and hopping, Omega and Wrecker made their way outside for their well-deserved share of Mantell Mix, leaving Sarah alone at last inside the parlor. She went behind the bark and poured herself a glass of Corellian whiskey, never mind the time of day that it was.

She’d dealt with a lot of her own thoughts while on the ship, but with her current bond with Hunter, Sarah felt she had to watch her feelings more. He’d sense whenever she was upset, nostalgic, melancholic, and she didn’t want to add to Hunter’s weight.

But they’d already established boundaries and the fact that Hunter didn’t always have to come running to her whenever she felt down; Sarah wouldn’t want that. Nevertheless, now was the time to feel.

What she’d told Cid was true. She had tried, but failed. Sarah still held herself accountableM if she had just waited more, held her anger inside for a little while longer instead of lashing out.

But just like she couldn’t save Fives, she couldn’t save Crosshair either.

Then, a new presence made Sarah emerge from her lamenting train of thought, a presence that didn’t feel hostile, but made her stand on alert nonetheless. She stood up and faced the entrance to the cantina, and in came a man hidden by an oversized gray poncho, standing ominously at the entrance, wordless, looking at her.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

He didn’t answer.

Sarah sighed. “I’m afraid the name strider is already taken around here, so you’re gonna have to pick another vibe. Mind taking that hood off for me?”

The man chuckled, his voice instantly making bells ring within Sarah. Before he began taking his hood off, she already knew who he was, and the blue of his armor under the poncho only confirmed it. He took the hood down, revealing kind brown eyes and peach-fuzz blond hair, and the same war-hardened, sentimental gaze he’d carried for years.

At the sight of him, Sarah completely neglected her glass of whiskey and ran up to him, her arms flying around him as he hugged her back and spun her in a longing embrace.

“Rex!” She cried, holding tighter onto him.

As soon as Rex set her back down, looking gently upon her, four figures came running into the bar from Cid’s office at the back, with Echo being the only one not to stop as he ran over to Rex as well, enveloping him and Sarah in another hug.

With quiet, tiny sobs, the three of them hugged each other tightly, the three of them having been through their own shares of shit since the last time they were all together on Anaxes. Smiling through the nostalgia, Rex paid close attention to the new marks that covered Sarah, letting out a soft chuckle worthy of him.

“If your marks had been that color back when you were in the 501st, you would have matched even better,” he said to her.

The three continued to hug, their foreheads still touching while, in the background, Cid looked over at Hunter and Tech.

“Should I whip out the clone clubhouse sign and hang it in the front?” With a small eye roll, Cid approached them. “Hate to break this scene up, but I need to know if Poncho here plans on stayin’ long so I can make arrangements.”

“I don’t plan on staying very long, ma’am,” Rex nodded.

“Huh! Ya hear that?” Cid looked over at Hunter and Tech. “He just called me ma’am! At least someone here knows some respect, why don’t you guys ever call me ma’am?”

Cid stomped away mumbling under her breath, making Sarah chuckle slightly at her apparent annoyance towards the clones, even though it was obvious she’d grown fond of them. With her out of sight, Hunter and Tech approached Sarah and the others, slowly and saluting Rex, acknowledging the captain they’d grown to respect entirely.

“Captain,” Hunter said.

“Sergeant,” Rex reciprocated.

“Quite the surprise to find you here,” Tech said. “But the question is, how did you locate us?”

“I believe you came across Trace and Rafa Martez recently,” Rex said.

Sarah looked questioningly at Hunter.

“We had to do something while you were away,” Hunter answered her.

Rex tilted his head at Sarah. “Away where?”

She sighed and parted the embrace. “You better sit down, Rex. I’ll pour the drinks, because it feels like we’re gonna do a lot of catching up.”

Sarah led them to the bar and went behind it to pour different drinks she knew they’d all favor while she told Rex the story of how she’d gotten a bounty set on her by the Empire, how she took the chance to go find Crosshair, how she’d come close to succeeding but ultimately ruined it.

How he’d been forced into shooting her, how she’d almost died, how she’d been to Jedha to heal.

But she didn’t want to keep the mood down and quickly changed the subject, and seeing as how there weren’t enough stools for all of them, Sarah went to sit on Hunter’s lap, enjoying the familiar safety of being in proximity to him. Behind her, she could feel Rex looking and smiling at the two of them.

“So,” Rex said to Hunter, “you’ve been taking care of her.”

“I’ve done the best I can,” Hunter replied.

“And he’s done a great job,” Sarah reassured him, knowing it was still a sore spot for Hunter. “He’s been taking care of all of us.”

Hunter chuckled, his gaze landing softly on her. “I’m just glad I can finally take better care of you.”

“Well, I’ll admit I like you two together,” Rex raised his drink at them. “I was just wondering if it’d ever happen for Sarah.”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Well, we all knew since Anaxes that Hunter was into you,” Rex said.

Sarah looked back at Hunter. “Did you really?”

He smiled at her. “What do you think, mesh’la?”

Sarah leaned in to give Hunter a kiss on his cheek, bringing an aura of softness around the canteen.

“So…” Rex chuckled. “Word is you’ve got a kid now.”

“If you’re thinking she’s like our daughter, then yes, she kind of is,” Sarah replied.

“But who is she?” Asked Rex.

“Omega,” Hunter said as he took a sip from his drink. “She’s a clone, like us.”

Rex gave him a puzzled look, but it seemed Rex would be able to see for himself when Omega and Wrecker came into the cantina from the outside, both smiling widely, their bellies no doubt full of Mantell Mix now.

“Is that who I think it is!?” Wrecker beamed as he charged over to Rex, picking him up and hugging him tightly while Hunter introduced him to Omega and the child observed Rex.

The sight warmed Sarah’s heart, particularly seeing Wrecker greeting Rex so happily. She thought back to Skako Minor when Crosshair had crossed the line with his comments, earning himself a share of punches from the usually collected captain, only to have Wrecker step in about to do the same if it meant defending his closest brother.

Now, here they were; Rex had accepted Wrecker’s tight hugs and was now kneeling at Omega’s height while she got to know him.

Things had certainly come a long way since then.

But amidst all of the happiness, everything was cut off when Wrecker, the way he had done time and time again, groaned out in pain and clutched the right side of his head, unable to hold in any of what he felt.

“Hey, Tech,” he grunted, “I need another one of those med patches.”

Meanwhile, Rex got up and positioned himself in front of Omega, his demeanor protective and already reaching towards the blaster holstered at his belt.

“What’s going on?” Rex asked, his tone suddenly wary.

“Rex,” Sarah got up from Hunter’s lap and went over to him. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, Sarah,” Rex said. “After Tup and Fives and Crosshair, you should know that already.”

“None of their inhibitor chips worked when the order was given,” she gestured at the batch.

“So you think him clutching the right side of his head where the chip is located is a coincidence?” Rex questioned.

She felt herself going cold with fear as she looked over at Wrecker, terrified at the possibility of stories repeating themselves with Wrecker.

Thankfully, Wrecker stopped contorting from his pain and his behavior turned back to normal, almost entirely, had it not been for the lingering tension. Rex retrieved his hand from the blaster and sighed, looking straight at Hunter.

“I take it, then, that you haven’t had your chips removed,” Rex stated.

“No, we haven’t,” Hunter replied. “We haven’t seen the need to.”

“That and we do not have the access to such equipment,” Tech replied.

“Well if you leave them in there, you’re a threat,” Rex continued. “To the kid, to Sarah, and to yourselves.”

The clones all exchanged looks, wordlessly coming to an agreement until Hunter acknowledged Rex again.

“Alright,” Hunter said. “How do you suggest we get them out?”

Rex seemed to fully return to his old self. “I’ll let you know. We’ll keep in touch, and be ready to move out.”

As Rex repositioned the hood over his head, Sarah accompanied him as he readied himself to leave the parlor. The two of them stepped outside of the bar and looked heavily at one another, both thinking among the same lines.

“Hey,” Rex felt it was his duty to warn. “He won’t be able to control it. I don’t want you to be afraid, but… be careful.”

At his words, the scar at the center of Sarah’s chest tingled, aching with the many memories of clones stripped of their will.

“I haven’t forgotten,” she stated.

Rex nodded and gently touched her shoulder before walking off, not looking back until he was eventually out of sight.

Their comms had eventually led Clone Force 99 to Bracca, where Rex was waiting for them.

The planet had been quick to show them its hostility.

With the hovering threat of the scrapper guild and unknown horrors lurking in the waters that drenched the never-ending starship deposit, it was not a place any of them wanted to remain in for too long. Heaps of rusty metal lay all around them, making it difficult to chart out a path if they wanted to avoid sharp, rusty ends.

In trying to get across a chasm, Wrecker, already tormented by the headaches and pain his own inhibitor chip caused him, had fallen into the water only to be attacked by a giant, deadly creature. In a fit to save him, Sarah had to risk her being detected by other Force users and restrained the creature with her grip, using her spare hand to snipe the creature’s eyes to kill it and get it to let go of Wrecker.

After such an effort, she’d wound up drained, but luckily, pulling Wrecker back up through the cable he’d been hanging by was a task she didn’t need to help in.

Hunter had crouched next to her, helping her get back up and hanging onto her so she could walk.

“Well done,” he’d whispered to her, drawing a smile from her before they all arrived at the barren ship’s medical bay to face the inevitable.

The med bay was dark and dirty, and not at all what a medical bay should ideally be, but it was what they had for now. With Echo’s help, Tech was able to get the med bay’s power back on, and by the time the engineer was getting the equipment ready, Wrecker’s groaning got louder, squirming on the spot in a futile attempt to bear through it.

But the fact that the equipment worked decently was a light of hope in that dark, ruined Venator cruiser, and in the meantime, Omega kept Wrecker company while the others scattered around the room.

As Sarah and Hunter set the group’s packs on the ground, Omega approached them, her thumbs fiddling with one another as she struggled to make eye contact.

“What is it, honey?” Sarah asked her.

Omega looked up at her, worried. “Just because the surgery worked on Rex doesn’t mean it’s safe. It’s dangerous.”

Sarah exhaled and kneeled down to be at Omega’s height. “I know. Nala Se told me when I was on Kamino.”

“Nala Se?”

“You think I was gonna go through that plan alone?” Sarah chuckled. “Anyway, Omega. We both know what that chip can make clones do. We can’t risk leaving them in there.”

“Sarah’s right, kiddo,” Rex told Omega. “We’ve seen it first-hand.”

Omega’s bottom lip trembled. “But if something goes wrong, and I’m left alone…”

“First of all, even if the worst were to happen, you won’t be alone,” Sarah told her. “I’m never gonna leave you.”

Hunter kneeled as well, smiling softly at the child. “None of us are going anywhere, ‘Mega. You’re stuck with us for the long run.”

Omega looked at them and smiled softly, her gaze drifting to Sarah. “Do you mean it?”

“Of course,” Sarah replied, ruffling Omega’s blond and black curls. “You’re my baby.”

The kid’s eyes sparkled. “Am I really?”

“Well,” Sarah said as Hunter chuckled in the background. “You’re his baby, so, by definition, you’re kind of also mine.”

Omega giggled and gave Sarah a big hug, and as Sarah hugged her back, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she felt a disturbance in the room. Slowly to not alarm Omega, Sarah got up and gestured at Hunter to keep her company, and she walked over beside Tech just as he was about to inject something into Wrecker.

Wrecker’s cries of pain had stopped, which should have been a good thing had it not been for the way Wrecker grabbed Tech’s wrist with all his strength, stopping his brother from anesthetizing him. Tech shot Sarah a quick look before looking at Wrecker again, frowning softly, not in the mood for Wrecker’s overwhelming fear of needles.

And that’s when Wrecker’s other hand flew to Tech’s neck.

Shocked and in horror, Sarah watched paralyzed as Tech looked into Wrecker’s eyes while the latter lifted him up, about to throw him to the wall.

“You’re in direct violation of Order 66.”

Hearing Tech crashing into the durasteel walls of the med bay and tumbling to the ground snapped Sarah from her trance, and quickly as she could, managing through the exhaustion from having saved Wrecker from the creature earlied, she rummaged through their gear to find a hand blaster and set it to stun mode while Hunter quickly grabbed Omega to keep her safe.

Rex and Echo were the first to try and stun Wrecker, but he overpowered them easily and were soon both down. Sarah’s eyes widened at seeing Echo unconscious on the floor—she could feel he was still alive; all would be well if he was alive.

Wrecker reached for his helmet and put it on, aiming his blaster at her and Hunter. Without thinking about her lack of energy, Sarah reached out to Wrecker and restrained him, both of her hands trembling as she did, and looked over her shoulder at Hunter and Omega.

“Run,” she told him.

Her arms trembled; she wouldn’t be able to hold it for long, and in the meantime, Hunter struggled to find a blaster.

“Hunter, now!” Sarah yelled as she felt Wrecker shifting even in her grip, his finger reaching for the trigger.

Hunter hated it; he knew he was supposed to be the one protecting Sarah, but he trusted her. Still holding Omega, Hunter ran out of the room and down the hallway, finding a room where Omega could safely remain hidden in case everything went wrong.

Sarah struggled to hold Wrecker, and she knew she’d have to come up with something else quickly. She shoved him away, sending him crashing towards the wall with a chillingly loud crash, making him drop his weapon and helmet. Before Wrecker could reach for his blaster, Sarah drew it towards her, lightheaded.

She stared into his eyes and felt the familiar cold return to her marks. As much as she tried to see Wrecker through the chip, she couldn’t. His warm gaze had been pried away from him, replaced with a bitter, stone-cold duty to kill.

It was happening all over again.

And all she could do was stare.

Sarah only reacted when Wrecker lunged for her; miraculously able to dodge him, Wrecker took one of the oxygen tanks resting on the wall and threw it at her. Barely dodging again, Sarah tripped and crashed onto the wall, dropping her and Wrecker’s blaster in the process. She scurried away, crawling for her life until she managed to get up and run down the dark hallway.

“Jedi!” Wrecker boomed, his voice a growl that could end her.

Sarah turned around, and though she wanted to mov her legs, she couldn’t. She stayed still, her eyes wide with horror as she panted quickly, enhancing the vertigo she already felt.

He was coming for her.

She could only stand as he ran towards her, but before he could get to her, Hunter appeared behind Wrecker and jumped onto him, tackling him as he begged his brother to snap out of it.

It wasn’t long before Hunter was overpowered too, and Wrecker crashed him onto a wall, pinning him as he choked the life out of his oldest brother. Sarah could only watch as Hunter’s gaze pleaded Wrecker to return to reality, until Hunter went limp and unconscious, dropping to the ground loudly.

She was next.

She trembled as Wrecker approached her; her hands couldn’t keep still even though she kept them fisted at her sides. Terrifying memories of the last times an inhibitor chip had activated clouded her, as did the anguish of separation, the sorrow of loss, and the piercing pain of a blast crossing her heart. And with tears already rolling down her stained face, Sarah scurried backwards trying to reach for something, anything she could use to defend herself.

But Wrecker took her by the neck and effortlessly lifted her with only one hand, depriving Sarah of the little air and strength she had within her. She tried pushing his hand away, but his free hand reached hers, and with one crush, he cracked the bones of her wrist sending piercing pain all over her arm.

In agony, Sarah’s cries of pain filled the hallway, using way too much of the precious air she had left.

“Wrecker!” She strained, tears rushing in rivers down her cheeks as she struggled to make eye contact with him.

This can’t be it.

I can’t not save you.

She sobbed. “Not you too…”

Staring into Wrecker’s eyes, Sarah’s vision blurred to black.

After a dreamless slumber, Sarah woke up in Hunter’s arms with her right wrist wrapped in a cast, most likely Tech’s work while she was unconscious.

When Hunter sensed she was awake, he looked like he was about to say something, but all Sarach could do was hug him tightly.

She couldn’t keep that up. She couldn’t keep seeing her loved ones being taken away.

She felt Hunter’s hand reaching the back of her head, soothing her as she cried onto his chest. Sarah remained wordless in his arms for what felt like an eternity until she rounded up the will and the strength to get up again.

Tech hurried over to her and adjusted a fabric around her cast, and as he did, they both bitterly looked at one another’s bruises. An odd gesture for him, Tech reached for Sarah’s free hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Something broke inside of Sarah, and in a fit, she pressed her body onto Tech’s, needing to feel him close. He hesitated, but Tech held her back, carefully, silently. When Sarah looked up, she noticed Wrecker lying on the medical bed, unconscious as the machine performed the procedure on him.

At least he’d made it to that point.

“He’ll be fine,” Tech reassured her softly. “We… we shouldn’t be mad at him.”

Realization hit Sarah. “I’m not… If I’m not mad at Crosshair, I won’t be mad at Wrecker either.”

Tech gave her a sad smile. “You haven’t given up on him.”

“For a moment, I thought I had,” Sarah replied, silently looking at the cast around her wrist.

“I’m afraid the Force won’t magically cure that one,” Tech said. “I injected a blend that’ll speed up the healing process, though.”

She smiled at him. “Thanks, Tech.”

Their hands brushed softly as Sarah went over to the doorframe where Rex leaned on the durasteel. She stood in front of him, mirroring, her gaze never leaving Wrecker. She had to see him wake up.

Hours passed, and gradually, everyone else fell asleep. Rex and Sarah remained wide awake, both tormented by their respective shares in the aftermath of the war, by their shared pasts and losses.

Looking at Rex, Sarah noticed he looked so much older than the rest of the clones, so hardened by battle and by war, and though he didn’t want to talk about it, Sarah knew Order 66 had been brutal for him as well.

Rex looked over at Sarah, his hard eyes saddening a bit as he sighed.

“We took Fives for a madman…” Rex said. “To think all of this could have been prevented if we’d listened to him.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Sarah said quietly. “If anything, this is his legacy. Us knowing about the chips. If it saved you, it can save them, and that’s more than enough. Fives would be glad to know we’re saving his brothers.”

But despite her words of hope, Sarah’s expression hardened as she tried to fight back tears again.

“I couldn’t save him,” Sarah whispered into the darkness, finally bringing herself to speak the words that had tormented when Rex was the only one who could hear them.

“Fives?” Rex asked her.

Her gaze met Rex’s and she shook her head. “Crosshair.”

In his silence, Sarah could feel his empathy.

“I failed,” she continued. “All I ever wanted to do since the war ended was to save him, and I couldn’t do that. Omega told me not to feel responsible, but…”

“It weighs down on you,” Rex continued. “I get it, kid.”

Of course. Sarah knew Rex would understand better out of everyone else.

At that moment, Wrecker began to stir awake, and already it seemed that he was returning to his normal, gentle giant self, and at last there was a gleam of hope filling the med bay. Rex and Sarah watched as he and Omega greeted one another and, with a gentle touch on Tech’s shoulder, Wrecker apologized.

Rex then looked back at Sarah.

“It’ll be hard,” he said. “But if you go about it right, you could still save Crosshair.”

Sarah didn’t reply. It wasn’t out of anger at Crosshair or even Wrecker, it was simply a numbness that had overcome her after everything that had happened.

“It’s worth it, Sarah,” Rex continued. “Take it from me. I’ve had to bury many brothers because of this chip. If any more clones can be saved from it, saved from the Empire, it’s worth it. Just don’t do it alone.”

Rex walked over to the rest of the squad and helped Echo prepare for his own surgery, and as Sarah looked at them, she reflected on what Rex had just told her. She’d known Rex for a long time, and she knew many things about him, but what she knew best about the clone captain was that he was always right about that sort of thing.

Hunter walked up to Sarah and put his hand on her shoulder. She nodded at Rex and walked alongside Hunter towards Wrecker, and then, Hunter walked over to Omega and Tech to continue prepping Echo.

Meanwhile, a tear-stained Wrecker stared at the cast around Sarah’s wrist and the bruises on her neck.

“Sarah, I’m so sorry…”

She wrapped her good arm around Wrecker and pressed her side to him so that her wrist wouldn’t take any damage. Wrecker’s hands went down to her shoulders and held her sweetly, with care, just the way she knew Wrecker to be.

“I tried, Sarah,” he said. “I tried hard, I really did…”

“I know you did, Wrecker,” her voice broke. “It wasn’t your fault, I’ve—I’ve seen it before.”

“That’s the thing,” Wrecker added. “I made you go through that again, I’m sorry—”

Sarah hugged him fully, sniffling into his shoulder. “None of this is your fault, Wrecker.”

Wrecker hugged her back. “You saved me… you all did.”

Sarah sobbed a little bit more into his shoulder, holding as tight to him as she could.

“I’m just glad you’re back,” she whispered, thankful that at least one of them had returned.

One chip was down, four chips remained.

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