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osamusriceballs · 3 months

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The Accident - Part XV

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Alcohol

Words: ~ 1,8 k

About: Y/n and that mysterious woman finally meet!

Part I II -> Next Part

"You?"

She looks at you, clearly stunned to see you- and you feel the same way about her for sure. You actually mentally already saw yourself in your bed after this exhausting trip- and yet here you are. Facing her in the middle of the night once again. Her gaze flickers from you to Atsumu, quickly taking in his state.

You can imagine how you look like.

Your hair looks a bit messy, and you probably look like you fell straight out of your bed. And Atsumu next to you is a mess. Without a doubt. His shirt is half-opened, his broad chest almost fully on display, and you have been doing your best not to stare at his body while you're supporting his weight. His head is hanging low with his cheeks tinted pink and his eyes glassy, and the noises that occasionally escape his lips are a mixture of nonsense blabbering and snores. You definitely look like a strange combination - one might even get the idea that you got him drunk.

The woman is frozen for a few moments, simply taking in the sight of you and him, too stunned to say something. You can't blame her for that reaction, you would have been stunned too to see such a strange couple. You start to sweat slowly, Atsumu's weight considerably resting on you, now that you both have stopped moving. You have no idea what you should do, though. Just who the heck is she? And what is she doing at his apartment again?

After a few moments pass, she finally seems to make up her mind. She moves, coming closer without any warning until she's right in front of you - only to pass by briskly without giving you any attention. Now you're stunned, not missing the look of disgust and hatred on her face or the way her eyelid seems to twitch in rage when she walks past you, and you stand there with Atsumu next to you, who hasn't even looked up ever since you both came to stop.

You turn your head, watching her back as she strides towards the elevator and then presses a button, impatiently waiting for the doors to open.

You know that you only have this chance to talk to her, only these few moments- and you suddenly feel brave enough to do something.

"You know that I'm married to him, don't you?" You finally say. Judging by her reaction, this bold statement definitely took her by surprise. She turns her head and looks at you with a blank expression, but you can see how her nails dig into her palm. She doesn't reply; she simply stands there without breaking your gaze. You slightly lift your chin and hope that you exude confidence while you stand there with a snoring Atsumu leaning against you.

"If I ever catch you here again, I'll call the police. They will surely be happy to escort you out of my husband's apartment." She narrows her eyes at your words and turns her head when the elevator doors open, getting inside without even bothering to say something or acknowledging you.

You exhale deeply, feeling like you've just run a marathon. You still don't fully understand what's going on, but you at least feel somewhat better, now that you could get your anger off your chest. You don't know her, but you somehow find yourself disliking her. But you should maybe direct those feelings towards Atsumu, depending on what he'll tell you as soon as he sobers up. Even though you're not sure if you can trust him yet. You mentally curse when you realize that you still know nothing about this woman, other than that she apparently likes to hang out in front of his apartment. Why couldn't Osamu just tell you everything? You could maybe try to call him, but he seemed exhausted back there at Onigiri Miya's. He's probably asleep already and you feel somewhat sorry for him.

A groan next to you makes you look at Atsumu, who uncomfortably hangs around your body, and you're quick to push him towards his apartment. "We're almost there, please, just a bit more, Atsumu." You beg, and you don't know if he's able to hear you, or even understand you, but he is somehow actually trying to help you, and you finally make it into his apartment. It's probably the adrenaline in your body that makes you heave him onto his bed, and you simply fall on your knees when you finally manage to get his weight off you.

A groan escapes your lips, and you sit there with closed eyes for a few seconds.

That woman.

She's trouble. That much you're certain of when you think about her reactions. You're convinced that she has no positive connection to him. She might be his ex. A pang of jealousy rushes through you when you think about the beautiful brunette right next to Atsumu. The media would love them together.

And yet, here you are. Still married to him for another eleven months. Even carrying his last name, even though you don't even know what he's done with her after he kissed you in that one night. He maybe even slept with her back then. So much about Yachi's hypothesis of the volleyball team being too busy to date.

But that is something that Atsumu needs to tell you. You know that you will only be able to forget about him if he personally tells you that he's not interested. Then you might finally manage to erase him out of your life and move on. Maybe even start dating someone. Yachi had often asked if you feel up for blind dates. She told you that she knows a police officer, who's cute and single and who would absolutely be your type. You had laughed back then, but maybe it would help you get your thoughts away from the blonde volleyball player in front of you.

You get on your feet, looking at Atsumu and contemplate what you should do with him. You slowly look up and down his body, his face looking so soft while he's snoring, his hair hanging around his face, messy for sure, but it probably feels soft to the touch. His chest is still bare, his shirt almost fully opened, but you don't think it'll be too uncomfortable for him to sleep in it. Your gaze lingers on his belt. That will definitely be uncomfortable though.

You internally fight with yourself, a part of you feeling like a pervert when you reach out to the belt and try to quickly undo the clasp. It takes you a few attempts to open it, but you quickly pull it off him as smoothly as you can. You're just glad that he did not wake up during that procedure. You also open the button of his jeans but don't touch the zipper at all. His shoes are quick to land on the ground too, and then you take the blanket and throw it over him, securing it over his body and then making an attempt to go back. You freeze though when he starts moving, a groan escaping his lips along with something that sounds like your name. His eyes open, and you both stare at each other, though you're not entirely sure that he can see you - yet you're still flustered at his gaze.

You're both in his bed after all.

"Y/N - stay here." He mumbles, clumsily reaching out for you. You freeze when he manages to catch your sleeve and you place your hand over his quickly to pull it away.

"I - I don't think it's a good idea for me to stay here." You answer, your voice coming out softer than you intended it to. He hurt you, yet you still missed him. Missed how he makes you feel, missed his goofy side and the way he makes your heart skip a beat when he gives you that sweet smile. You missed everything about him.

"Y/n - missed ya... s'much." He whines into the pillow, his hand curling into yours, and you feel the wall inside of you crumbling. It's... kind of late after all. It's probably for the best if you don't walk home on your own. But sleeping in the same bed? After everything that has happened? But then: what if he needs you during the night? What if he throws up or something and you're too far away to help him?

You sit there for a few moments and then finally nod while you watch him. "Fine. I'll stay with you. Is it okay if I borrow one of your shirts?"

You don't really expect an answer of him, but he nods and mumbles something and raises his arm to show you a direction, and you simply open the wardrobe that he's pointing to without trying to look too much at the clothes and grab the first thing that comes into your hand. It's a simple black shirt that will probably fit comfortably on you. You look at Atsumu, who is now mumbling nonsense, and turn your back to him while you change into the shirt. You decide to leave on your sweatpants; it would feel weird to sleep next to him half-naked. You hesitate before you go into the bed, thinking about getting some water for him, but then you're quick to spot a bottle on the nightstand and then shrug your shoulders. That will be enough.

You're tired.

The adrenaline is slowly wearing off, and you're in no state to go home right now, that's for sure. You yawn and simply let yourself fall into his luxurious bed, and take a mental note to have a closer look at his bedroom in the morning when you wake up. You yawn quite loudly once again before you reach for the light switch and turn the lights off. It's comfortably dark now, and you reach for the other blanket and wrap it around you. You try to quietly shift into a more comfortable position, in order to not disturb Atsumu, but then you feel him shifting again and moving closer until your bodies are touching under your blanket. He smells like a mixture of beer and a smell that you only associate with him. Something manly and comforting; it's hard to tell.

After a few more moments, you hear him breathe deeply and evenly, a pleasant noise while he wraps his arms around you, pressing his hot body against yours. His chest is heaving against your back with every breath he takes, and you feel a tingle run down your spine when he nestles his face in your neck. You don't have it in you to fight this, and you definitely like how safe you feel in his arms. So you simply adjust your legs until you lay there comfortably and listen to the sound of him breathing.

And while Atsumu holds you maybe a bit too tightly in his arms, you feel warm for the first time in a few weeks and finally succumb to sleep.

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #you will get all the answer that you need in the next chapter #and drama #and fluff #PROMISE!#thank you for being patient here #I hope you're enjoying this so far!

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nahoney22 · 6 months

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To those who sent me Captain Rex requests. Thank you. I never knew I had a void that had to be filled by this man

#I can’t promise perfection #but I can promise smut #and fluff #Captain Rex

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the-gray-ghosty · 9 months

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Don't think about Sam teaching Jack to tie his shoes, don't think about Sam making Jack lunch and showing him different types of food, don't think about Sam tucking Jack into bed at night and comforting him after nightmares, Don't think about Sam becoming the parent he wished he had as a child

#parent sam winchester #angst #and fluff #jack kline #sam and jack #sam is jacks parent #cas is also but sam cared about him the most and protected him at the begining #<unpopular spn opinion lol #mine

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sunshinebingo · 8 months

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This has been my attempt at beating writer’s block after following a few advices. Thank you so much @littlefishbigsea and @secret-third-thing for the help 🙏. And thank you @lulling-night-sky for listening to my whining 😅

Summary: When his mate barged into his office claiming to be sick, Lucien had to find out what she had and how to take care of her.

Word Count: 2k

Warning: NSFW

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

Lucien’s eyes burned from reading these damn papers for so long. He had been working for hours. But he could not stop until after he had gone through all of them or they would add up to the work he would have the next day. Assuming that it was probably close to dinner time, Lucien set to work again, hoping to finish it all before he could join his mate.

The thought of spending time with Elain after made him even more determined to complete the task at hand. Since he had been busy the whole day and afternoon, Lucien intended to devote all his time and attention to her alone. But he had to be done with his work first. He grabbed a scattered piece of leather near his stack of papers and tied his loose hair up in a bun. For now, he needed to put all distracting thoughts aside.

The door to his office burst open before he could focus back on the paper before him. “I need a healer,” Elain loudly exclaimed.

“What!?” Lucien pulled his chair back in a panicked state. Was she sick? What was –

“Help!” She interrupted his thoughts as she quickly approached his desk. The back of her hand was pressed to her forehead and she wore a strange expression on her face. Elain reached him before he could stand and oh so gently dropped herself on his lap with a breathless, “Help! I’m fainting.”

One of her hands reached around his neck and the other came to rest on his chest. Lucien raised his eyebrows at the realisation of the act. Then, all his blood started rushing down to his cock when he really looked at her from head to toe.

His sweet mate was wearing a thin lavender nightgown with only her long loose hair to conceal her breast beneath the sheer fabric. Was it already time for bed? Lucien feared that he had again lost track of time. A glimpse at the partially covered window behind him confirmed that the sun was just starting to set. Then why –

“I need help,” Elain pleaded again.

“How can I help you my dear lady in distress?” Lucien asked, bringing a hand to inspect her beautiful face. His other hand wrapped around her waist to support her better.

“I feel…” Her wide doe eyes bore into his like her life truly depended on him. “I feel very hot.”

Lucien pursed his lips to stop a smirk. “Can you tell me more about your symptoms?” he asked as seriously as he could. Elain nodded and pulled his hand away from her face. She dragged his hand slowly down her body, starting from her neck, to the valley of her breast, going down and down until she stopped right between her legs.

“I’m feeling very hot down here,” she said innocently, still looking into his eyes. Lucien kept staring at her as he dragged his hand lower until he reached the hem of her nightgown at her thigh. He slipped his hand under the fabric and went straight to where his lady needed him most.

Lucien took a deep breath in at the first contact of his fingers against her centre. When he felt how wet she was, he decided that his work would kindly have to fuck off for the day because he had much more urgent matters to tend to.

Lucien inserted two fingers inside her and watched as Elain shifted on his lap with a whimper. He slowly slid his fingers in and out of her a few times before he removed his hand completely.

“I see now,” he said, ignoring the disappointed look on Elain’s face. For now. “I know exactly what you have.”

Lucien lowered his face to her ear. “You are horny. And you need to be fucked.” He bit the tip of her pointed ear slightly, then whispered, “Hard.”

Elain’s face flushed and she pulled on his shirt to make him face her again. “Where do you think I can find someone to fuck me?” She asked, using that voice that was filled with sweet honey.

This time, Lucien did not hide his wicked grin. Elain let out a yelp when he suddenly stood up while still holding her. He quickly swiped away all the papers from his desk before placing her down before it. He would deal with the mess later.

Lucien grabbed her by the waist and pressed himself against her, caging the top of her body between his arms and making her feel how hard he was for her. “No one else but me can fuck you, my lady.”

A second later, Lucien’s pants were down, Elain’s nightgown was gathered at her waist and his cock was sliding inside her wet centre. It started very slow. She let out a moan as his cock went deeper until he was fully in. He remained like that for a moment and just savoured the feeling of being inside her. It still amazed him, even after being this intimate with her for over a year, how easily and quickly Elain could make him this hard and make him empty his thoughts of everything else but her.

Lucien gathered all of her hair over her shoulder, leaving the other and her neck exposed so that he could trace his lips and tongue there. One of his hands went up her front until he could grab her breast through her nightgown and torture her even more. Elain reached behind her and tangle a hand in his hair. Lucien sucked hard right between her neck and shoulder when she pulled on his hair. The little vixen was getting impatient. And he had gotten painfully hard at this point. Lucien grabbed both of her hands and pinned them on his desk.

Then, as promised, Lucien started to fuck her. Hard. He showed her no mercy as he started pounding into her, going as deep as their position allowed him to. His office was soon filled by her loud moans and his groans mixed the sound of their bodies slapping against each other. The paper-thin fabric she was wearing was probably doing nothing to stop her from being marked where her skin was pressed against the wooden desk. But it would just give him another excuse to take care of her later. That did not seem to be bothering her anyway if Lucien had to judge by the lewd sounds she was making.

When he felt that she was close, Lucien fucked her faster. He leaned down on her and started kissing and sucking wherever he could reach her skin on her neck and shoulders. The strap of nightgown fell off one of her shoulders and down her arm. Elain held onto his hands tightly as her orgasm hit her.

Lucien kept moving until Elain’s body collapsed and she pressed her forehead to the desk. With the delightful view that she now offered him, Lucien released her hands to grab her ass instead. He gave her a few moments to catch her breath before he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. Her cheeks and nose were flushed, her eyes closed and her lips parted as she breathed through her mouth.

His other hand trailed from her ass to her front. Lucien started rubbing slow circles on her clit. His cock twitched inside her when he went lower and touched her where their bodies were still joined.

‘’Are you feeling better, love?’’ he purred in her ear.

Lucien slowly slid his cock out and went back in. He gathered the wetness at her entrance and brought his hand back to her clit. He teased her there as slowly and he moved his cock in and out of her. He smirked when a delicious whimper left her.

When he started to move back again, Elain chased him by pushing her ass against him. She turned her head to the side. Lucien could not resist the temptation of her lips when she brought her mouth close to his. He kissed her, tasting her tongue and lips as she started moaning again from what his hand and his cock were still doing to her.

‘’More,’’ she said when she pulled her face away.

Lucien pulled back until his cock was almost completely out. He gave her a final peck on the cheek and thrusted back inside her so hard that the desk creaked beneath them. And he started fucking her again. He stood up behind her and felt himself going even deeper than before.

She was so warm and wet around his cock that everything ceased to make any sense. Lucien got closer to the edge the more he listened to her cries of pleasure. He cursed when she tightened again around him. He pressed his hand harder on her clit, the other holding tight to her waist. A few more thrust and Lucien lost all control of his body. He came inside her with a loud groan. Elain followed as soon as he spilled himself in her. Her body tensed and her legs slightly trembled. She threw her head back and came on a silent gasp.

Elain’s dropped her head onto the desk again with a sigh. Lucien stayed as close to her as he could and rested his forearms at her sides. ‘’So,’’ he asked with his head on her shoulder, ‘’Better?’’ He was unable to gather more words than that. Elain did not respond but the giggle she let out was answer enough for him. This female would cause his death someday and he would still be grateful for it.

Lucien straightened up when Elain’s body started sliding down from under him due her weakened legs. Both of their clothes were sticking to their bodies from the sweat. Their hair were in no better state. He removed the leather that had almost completely loosened and let his own hair fall down his back.

He lifted Elain up to make her sit on his desk. She immediately wrapped her arms around him, pulled him close and rested her head on his chest. Lucien kissed the top of her head and held her close to him. It was not the first time that they were cuddling in his office half naked. Knowing his mate, it would definitely not be the last time that his work would be interrupted like this. Not that Lucien would ever complain.

A distant ding brought their attention to the door. ‘’Oh,’’ Elain exclaimed excitedly, pulling back from his embrace, ‘’Dinner is ready.’’

She hopped down and adjusted her nightgown and her hair like she was about to walk into a room full of people when they were the only ones in their home. Lucien took the opportunity to pull his pants back on. Elain took him by the hand when they were both presentable enough for the furniture and plants of the empty house.

‘’Come on,’’ she started walking towards the door. ‘’Let’s have a nice meal together. Then maybe I’ll get sick again by dessert.’’

Lucien snorted behind her. ‘’Will you be wearing this the whole time?’’ he gestured with his free hand at the nightgown that could barely be considered as clothing.

Elain turned to him while she kept walking down the hall. ‘’I can take it off if you don’t like it.’’ Lucien knew exactly what she meant from her saccharine voice and the mischief in her eyes. Damn him if that did not start to make him hard again.

‘’Maybe I will be the one getting sick next time from the torture you put me through.’’

Elain stopped. Her eyes travelled to his pants, a smile gracing her lips when she looked up at his face again. She stood on her tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek. ‘’Don’t worry,’’ she said, surprisingly energetic again, ‘’I will take good care of you.’’ Then she turned and pulled on his hand again as she continued walking.

#elucien #elucien smut #and fluff #It's elucien of course there's fluff #This fic is my version of dancing around the fire and praying for the rain to come #Except i'm praying for my writer's block to go #I don't claim that it is good #I just claim that it is smut #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

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dae-15 · 9 months

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YO FIC WRITERSSSSS WHERE Y'ALL AT??? CAN SOMEONE PLS WRITE A NIMONA THEY'RE WATCHING THE MOVIE FIC??? I'M BEGGING??? LIKE TRANSPORT THEM FROM THE MOMENT BAL'S ABOUT TO BE KNIGHTED JUST WHEN THE QUEEN IS ABOUT TO DIE THEN POOF WATCH THIS AND CHANGE THE FUTURE??? LIKE I WANT ONE AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE SO PLSSSSSSS

#goldenheart #nimona spoilers #nimona #nimona movie #nimona fanfic #nimona 2023 #ballister nimona #ballister blackheart #ballister boldheart #ballister x ambrosius #ambrosius nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #ambrosius #nimona fic #heck maybe let the future ambrosius nimona and ballister in there as well #OR ADD THE YOUNG GLORETH AND NIMONA TOO #LET'S MAKE IT A PARTY #WITH A TON OF ANGST #AND FLUFF

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just-french-me-up · 2 years

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The only reason I don't officially join the Sandman fandom is because if I break that seal, I'll go absolutely apeshit churning out the most EMBARASSINGLY UNHINGED content and people will prompty ask me to leave

#the sandman #sandman #dream of the endless #it's just.... endless (hehe) smut ideas #for DAYS #and angst #and fluff #and it wont STOP #but i also have a Brand #the DILEMMA

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pearlypairings · 5 months

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Jonathan Byers x Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Jonathan drives around Chrissy to sober her up and help her decompress after the party's crazy confrontations. After a little scare, she opens up about her break up and how she's been feeling lately.

Fanart for this chapter💕

Chapter preview below the break:

She giggled, tapping on his arm on the middle console to the beat. Even in his periphery, he could see her bouncing and shimmying her shoulders in the passenger seat, and he had to turn his head, her light irresistible. If there was a human embodiment to sunshine, even on a stormy day, it would be her. It was contagious.

He bobbed his head side to side, nudging her hand as he refocused on the road. For the few minutes of that song, they had a little bit of late night fun to blow off steam. Jonathan wasn’t sure if this was what The Cure had in mind for this song, but the claps and catchy beat helped her let go of the tension that boiled over. It even helped him ease into being her inexperienced escort for the night.

The night had settled, draping a thick darkness over the highway and its woods. Only his headlights and the twinkle of the autumn constellations lit up the street as he drove carefully down the last stretch before they were out of Hawkins proper. With the change of song, Chrissy propped her elbow to stare out the window at the trees rushing past.

Quiet solitude, but not awkward, just comfortable. He steered the car through several bends, one after another, in quick succession like a horizontal roller coaster. He wondered if whoever had designed this road was drunk from the way it curved graciously around the groves of trees. As if answering his unspoken question, Chrissy gripped his wrist on the wheel.

“I need to get out. Now!” The urgency in her voice scared him. She’d gone from carefree and floaty to desperately demanding in an instant.

He swerved to pull over into the patch of grass outside the treeline, realizing maybe she’d panicked when she saw they were in the outskirts of their town alone. His heart thumped against his chest. “I can take you home now. I wasn’t taking you anywhere, I swear.”

By the time he lifted his hands off the wheel and tried to look earnestly at her, Chrissy had already unlocked and flew out the door....

Read the rest on ao3 ❤️!

#fic update #had to use my moodboard😜#there is a light that never goes out #photocheer #jonathan byers #chrissy cunningham #jonathan x chrissy #stranger things rarepair #stranger things fanfiction #so much pining #and fluff #and vulnerability!#thank you for reading if you have already 💕

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inconsistentracoon · 8 months

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Fourth and final chapter posted ❄️

If Only There Was Someone Out There Who Loved You

Having a heart that can connect so deeply with others isn't always a good thing. When Elsa's magic struck Anna's heart Sora felt a shard of ice in his own, and now there are white streaks in his hair and snowflakes appearing on his hands.

His friends are determined to find a way to help him, but if true love is the only thing that can fix this then he knows there's no saving him. He isn't even sure he knows what love is, and he doubts there's anyone who feels it for him.

Mickey, however, is fairly sure he knows someone who does...

#Spoiler: it's Riku #soriku #this entire chapter is comfort #and fluff #and cuddles #my fic #kingdom hearts fanfic #kh fanfiction

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short-boii · 1 year

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this is Olso :))

she becomes the adopted child of sonic and amy, eventually

#Sonic #amy #sonic oc #oc #dadnic #I need sonic and Amy to become parents #bc I need comfort #and fluff #sonic the hedgehog

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shittygaypornmagazine · 10 months

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we're getting the band back together

also for the made up title ask. (this is the title of one of my WIPs, i just wanna see what you come up with >:))

Families sometimes drift apart emotionally. The Hamato family made sure for it not to happen, even when they all started to move around physically. It's interesting how much trouble 4 adult mutants can get into on the evening before one if their brother's wedding.

#I am a sucker for Leochi #and fluff #sometimes #hehe #hyperfixated on rottmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt yuichi usagi

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vodika-vibes · 9 months

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Post Order 66 - Part 7

With the addition of Luke Rae and Obi-Wan Kenobi to the crew of the Starsinger, it’s finally time to make the trip to the Rebellion outpost where Clones are allowed.

Tagging: @starrrgazingbunny and @thestarwarslesbian

“Why do you think they’re set up so far away from everything?” Marral asked his buir as he looked over the galaxy map, tracing the path from Tatooine to the small little no-name planet that the Rebellion was using.

“Probably to keep people like us,” Dusk gestured to himself and his brothers, “from doing something stupid...like trying to free our other brothers.”

“The Galaxy was never very fond of us,” Fox said to Marral from where he was sitting on the floor with Luke on his lap. The toddler had taken to calling Fox, the toddler had taken to calling Fox “Da” which was both adorable, and something that Dusk couldn’t wait to tease Fox endlessly about, when he was in a better mental state.

“I remember,” Marral admitted, “Master tried to hide how bad it was, but-”

Progress! Marral never spoke about his Master, but Kanna had been working with him. He was at a point where he would make little comments here and there...though he never mentioned his Master’s name.

Dusk frowned thoughtfully. Kanna was playing therapist to everyone on the ship who was older than two. Which was everyone who wasn’t Luke or Rhawl. He was overworking her, wasn’t he? Fuck. He needed to do something about that before Fox realized it and murdered him.

He tuned back into the conversation, “Anyway, ad,” Dusk smiled at his son, “alongside the fact that people didn’t like Clones during the war, the whole Purge fiasco meant that anyone who would join the Rebellion would be even more anti-clone. So, little backwater planet is probably the only place where vod’e would be accepted.”

“That’s not fair. It’s not their fault,” Marral muttered under his breath.

“Most of our lives can be described with that one sentence,” Cody said tiredly from the table where he was trying to coax Rhawl into drinking his juice. “Did Senator Organa mention who would be meeting us?”

“Just that they would be happy to see us.” Dusk said with a shake of his head, “I believe him, in this case.”

“You’d believe him anyway,” Kanna piped up from the couch. He thought she was asleep, based on how she had been laying on her side, but he supposed she was just watching Luke play.

“I mean, you’re not exactly wrong. But Bail’s never lied to me before-”

“Oh, so he’s Bail now?” Fox interrupted.

Dusk’s face burned red, and Marral laughed at his buir, “I haven’t once teased you about sharing a room with Kanna-”

“That’s literally the first thing you did after not seeing me for two years,” He countered drily, “But I suppose that was the only time, so I’ll give you a reprieve.”

“Thank you,” Dusk sighed, and rubbed his face with his hands, trying to encourage the blush to go away, “Anyway, supposedly we’re expected.”

“Are they just expecting clones, or do they know that there are Jedi on board as well?” Obi-Wan asked from his spot near the door, Yin was currently wrapped around him, and she had confided in Dusk that he was going to be her teacher in a couple of years.

“I’m sure he mentioned that we had a Jedi healer, if nothing else.” Dusk answered, “But honestly, we’re kind of going in blind.”

Beesix’s voice came over the intercom then, “Excuse me, various fleshlings-”

“Fleshlings?” Cody asked under his breath.

“We are about to set down on the planets surface. The outpost is rather small, there can’t be more than a dozen people living here.” Bee continued.

“Thanks Bee. Did you let them know that we’re landing, or did you just do it?” Dusk asked.

“I thought we might surprise them,” Bee replied, sarcasm lacing his voice, “Of course I warned them.” The intercom died just as suddenly as it crackled to life.

“Where did you say you found Bee again?” Fox asked, amused.

“I stole him from the Hutt cartel,” Dusk admitted, “He came like this.”

“I like him.” Obi-Wan said, “He’s got personality.”

Dusk rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Just like everyone else in my life.” He closed the galaxy map, “Come on, let’s go see who, exactly, we’re helping.”

*******

Two years. It had been two years since the Purge that should have killed her. Two years since the massacre that killed her entire family, and ripped the rest of them away from her.

At least she still had Rex, though he was more tired, and more sad, than he ever was when she was younger. Even in the height of the Clone Wars. And Wolffe was here too, though he refused to so much as look at her.

Ahsoka Tano was 19 years old, and she mourned.

She mourned her Master, who, she was sure, died doing something heroic. She mourned her grandmaster, who died without realizing that he was in danger. She mourned the Jedi, so many who died at the hands of the men they trusted most. But she never shed a tear, not for any of them. She couldn’t risk it.

She felt alone. So very alone.

Even with Rex and Wolffe here, she still felt alone. And she felt helpless.

Still, when Rex mentioned that they were getting some more Clone recruits for the Rebellion, she was hopeful. She thought about all of her brothers, and all of the ones she knew were still alive, and she hoped.

She knew that Rex didn’t.

So when the ship landed on the outskirts of the Outpost, Ahsoka didn’t even hesitate to join Rex and Wolffe as the welcoming committee.

The first man off the ship was obviously a clone, though his hair was long enough that it couldn’t have been regulation. Ahsoka didn’t recognize him, which meant he wasn’t 501st or 212th. And he was, curiously enough, trailed by two children, and he was carrying a third.

The next people off the ship were a red-headed Miralukan woman, a woman Ahsoka recognized from her time at the temple. She couldn’t remember her name, but she did remember that she was Master Vokara’s apprentice. She had a tiny child in her arms, and at her side was another clone, he also wasn’t familiar. Like the first clone, his hair wasn’t anywhere near a regulation cut, hanging loosely around his ears. She wondered what he had been through, though, as his hair was clearly greying.

Rex had headed towards the ship as soon as he saw the first clone, and he was now hugging him tightly, the Wookie child squished between their chests, though judging by the happy Wookie noises that Ahsoka heard, the child was thrilled at this development.

Ahsoka turned to make a joke towards Wolffe, but Wolffe had all but sprinted towards the greying man, and they were hugging tightly.

And then the next group of people stepped off the ship, and Ahsoka was moving before she realized it.

A warm smile, kind eyes, and a welcome hug.

She curled herself into her Grandmaster, and, for the first time in two years, she broke down sobbing like she was a child again.

*****

The emotional welcome was surprising, it was good. Dusk honestly never thought that he would see Rex again. Best case scenario, he was dead. Worse case, he was like Cody and stuck in Vader’s 501st.

But his vod was here. And not just Rex, Wolffe was here too, though he had plastered himself to Fox’s side. And since Fox dealt with complicated emotions by wrapping himself around Kanna and Luke, it meant that Wolffe was also attached to Kanna’s side.

She didn’t seem to mind, as she was cheerfully chatting with Ahsoka Tano, who was still curled up on Obi-Wan’s lap, like she was a child again. She seemed to forget who she was supposed to be comforting though, as she alternated from patting Fox on the cheek, to patting Wolffe on the knee, to lightly patting Ahsoka’s hand.

“I can’t believe you’re alive,” Rex said, he was sitting across from Dusk, while they watched the kids play in a sitting area, “I mean, I kind of assumed that you had been killed by Palpatine. Fox too, for that matter.”

“My chip never activated, but I managed to play pretend long enough to get out of the Corrie Barracks and to the Temple,” Dusk shook his head, “I stumbled right into the Purge. It was a shit show, Rex.”

“Sounds like it,” Rex shook his head again, and then he glanced at Cody, “And did your chip malfunction too?” He asked his ori’vod.

Cody grimaced, “It worked. I had my ass beat by our vod’ika here, and he stole me from right under Vader’s nonexistent nose. His droid,” He nodded to Bee, who was minding the children, “removed the chip, and he offered me a place on his ship.”

“Like I was going to kick you out,” Dusk scoffed as he leaned back in his chair. “How’d you get involved in the Rebellion?”

“Eh, I’m all for liberty for the galaxy,” Rex admitted, “But I’m mostly for liberating our vod’e. Wolffe and Gregor are too.” He nodded to Gregor, who was sitting next to Ahsoka, listening to Kanna speak.

“I can get behind that,” Cody murmured, “Miss them like a missing limb sometimes.”

“Do you have a plan?” Dusk asked, after taking a moment to bump his shoulder against Cody’s.

“...I was kind of hoping that Cody would handle the planning.” Rex said sheepishly, “My plans are very Skywalker like.”

Dusk grinned, “And you call me the irresponsible vod’ika,”

“Did you have a plan for rescuing Cody?” Rex accused.

“Yup. Go in. Kick his ass. Steal him. And it worked.” Dusk replied smugly.

“That was an arguably terrible plan,” Cody pointed out, “Between Me, Fox, Wolffe, and General Kenobi, we can probably come up with something workable. But, we never had any intention of staying in one place.” He added, with a tilt of his head towards Dusk.

“True. The kids need to stay on the move, for their own good. Same with Obi-Wan and Kanna. If Kanna leaves then Fox is going to go with her. Which means I’m adding Wolffe to the ship as well.” Dusk sighed, “Sorry vod.”

“No, it’s fine. Those kids are all force sensitive, right? The more protectors the better.” Rex frowned, “I wish I could go with you, but I’ve gotten pretty good at working solo. Ahsoka-” He glanced at his sister, “She’s probably going to go her own way too.”

“If you can get her to find Jedi, or even just force sensitives, and have them sent here-” Cody murmured thoughtfully, “We’re far enough away from the Core that no one will look here.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Rex replied. “You’ll stay for a bit though, right?” he sounded a bit anxious, “Being around you all again is doing wonders for my mental health. And I think Ahsoka will shatter if you separate her from Obi-Wan right now.”

Cody and Dusk shared a guilty look, and then they turned to look at Kanna, who was still absently soothing the people around her. She didn’t notice their attention, but Fox did. He tightened his grip around Kanna and scowled at his vod’e.

“He’s noticed that I’m overworking Kanna,” Dusk said mournfully, “I’m fucked.”

Cody patted him on the shoulder, “There, there, Vod. We both know Kanna will do therapy for everyone even if we don’t ask. It’s her love language.”

“Great! That won’t stop Fox from killing me.” Dusk pointed out.

Rex laughed and pushed to his feet, “Unfortunately, we don’t have space enough for you all to stay in the base,” he said apologetically, “So how do you want to do sleeping arrangements?”

“We can sleep on our ship,” Dusk reassured, “Though Wolffe might be joining us,” He added, as he eyed the way the stern man was half leaning against Kanna, and half leaning against Fox.

“Fair enough,” Rex nodded, “We might not have beds for you all, but we have plenty of food,” He turned to the room, “You all can eat here tonight. It’ll be fun.”

As the room devolved into motion, Dusk leaned back in his seat and he looked at his family. They would be alright. Eventually. And then he got to his feet as his children started tugging on his clothes, demanding that he help cook dinner.

#star wars #post order 66 #clone oc #Captain Dusk #Jedi OC #Kanna Rae #lotsa characters #and fluff #and Ahsoka!#Because she demanded to be heard #I need to figure out Wolffe's personality #other than stern

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