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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Hey Vod’ika, hope you’re having a happy new year! I was wondering if you could do a f!reader x Fordo piece(or with and alpha arc really). Reader is a special ops officer and works closely with them, and has the most devastating crush on him. The thing is reader is really depressed and has a very low opinion of herself for a lot of reasons so she doesn’t think she even has a shot. The trooper himself thinks otherwise, and all it takes for everyone’s feelings to come to light is reader accidentally finding the trooper’s sketchbook which is filled to the brim with hand drawn sketches pinups of her(I like to headcanon the clones sometimes had a natch for art because Jango had a natural hand for it) and she’s shocked and honored but has a lot of questions. Que the embarrassing confession between reader and trooper ;) sorry if this is all weirdly specific pls don’t feel pressed to get every detail if you don’t want don’t mind me I’m just feeling crazy today

The Sketchbook

Summary: You've had a crush on Fordo for ages, and you're convinced nothing will ever come of it. And then you find the sketchbook.

Pairing: ARC Captain Fordo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1373

Warnings: Reader is not in the best place mentally speaking

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is close to what you wanted. And I'm sorry it took so long!

You mumble under your breath as you walk through the halls of Topica City, your gaze locked on your datapad as you quickly parse through the information from one of the special ops teams.

Once upon a time, at the beginning of the war, you would have been with them, going over the information in real time, but after a serious injury left you with a prosthetic leg, you were relegated to having to analyze information from Kamino, rather than on the front lines.

No one blames you. Which is fine, you blame yourself enough for an entire squad.

You turn a corner, and let out a startled noise as you crash into something very solid. Red and white armor, and jaig eyes on the helmet hanging from his hands…whoops.

“Captain Fordo, my apologies, I didn’t see you.” You internally swear at yourself, of course you didn’t see him, you weren’t looking. Gods, you’re so dumb sometimes-

“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have been lurking around corners,” Fordo interrupts your mental train of thought, his voice quiet.

“Even so, I should have been paying more attention.” You say quickly, “I should know better than to try and read and walk at the same time-”

“Don’t worry about it, really.” Fordo interrupts you again, “It’s not like you would have been able to hurt me.” His harsh words are accompanied with a kind smile, and your heart lurches.

Now is not the time for your embarrassing crush to rear its ugly head, you think firmly to yourself. “Well, thank goodness for small mercies, right?” You say with a tiny smile, “But I’ll get out of your way, Captain.”

“Fordo,” He murmurs, “We see each other daily.” He clarifies, “You can just call me by my name.”

“I…of course.” You say, slightly awkwardly, “Fordo, then.”

He smiles again, seemingly pleased with something so simple, “I appreciate it. But I do have to go-”

“Right! Of course. I’ll get out of your way!” You step to the side, and Fordo steps past you continuing down the hall, and you sigh, as you continue your trek to your office. You’re not going to get anything else done today, that’s for sure.

After all, you never do when you get the chance to talk to Fordo.

You push your way into your office and set your datapad on your desk, before you sink into your seat and press your face into your hands.

Frankly, your crush on Fordo is humiliating. He’s literally perfect, and you’re…well you.

You push your hands through your hair, and then sit up. Fordo will never look at you the way you look at him, because you’re not good enough, and that’s fine. It’s fine.

Totally fine.

…maybe if you repeat it to yourself often enough you’ll believe it.

You focus your attention back on your datapad, and on the information that you’ve been parsing. And you slowly reach for it. At least this work will get your mind off of Fordo.

Maybe.

Several hours later, with your eyes burning with exhaustion, you finally finish for the day, and slowly make your way from your office to your suite. You walk the path blindly, exhaustion making you pay even less attention than you normally would.

Which is why you don’t see the notebook until you step on it.

You stare at it, puzzled, and then you sigh and pick it up, opening it to the first page. Surely someone wrote their name inside the book.

The notebook falls open towards a middle page and you stare, dumbly, at the image etched on the page.

It’s…you.

Page after page of you.

Images of you sitting at a table. Of you walking through the halls. Of you standing in the rain.

And every so often, there are images of you that could have only come out of the artist's imagination. Images of you clad in lingerie, images of you sprawled on the bed, you in every state of undress that you can imagine.

Your face burns with slight embarrassment as you slam the book shut, you shouldn’t have looked at those. They weren’t for your eyes. Carefully, you open to the very first page and scan for a name.

And then you nearly drop the book in surprise.

Fordo.

Fordo?

This is Fordo’s notebook?

Maybe…you should just put it back on the floor and let him find it himself. Maybe that would be better than letting him know that you saw his drawings of you.

Nervously you rub the back of your neck as you try and decide what to do.

You jump when you hear heavy footsteps behind you, and you whirl around, an excuse already on your tongue for why you’re just standing in the hallway, though the words die on your tongue when you see Fordo standing there.

His gaze drops to the book in your hands, and he shifts, slightly uncomfortably, “That’s mine.” He says quietly.

You hold it out to him, “Um, I found it. I stepped on it, I’m so sorry-”

He lightly takes the book from you, “Did you, uh…look inside?”

Your face burns, “I…yes. I was looking for a name-” You pause and your face heats a little more, “You’re a very good artist.” You offer.

“Kriff, you weren’t supposed to see those.” Fordo mutters, “Why’d it have to be this one that I dropped?”

“Um-”

“I can explain.” He says quickly, “About…about the pictures of you. And the…less than fully clothed pictures of you-”

“You don’t have to,” You take a deep breath, “I know there aren’t a lot of women here, and I’m flattered-”

“It wouldn’t matter even if there were more women here, because I’d still draw you.” Fordo interrupts. “You’re the only woman I want to draw. Ever.”

Your thought process derails completely. “...oh.”

“Look, you’re…” He pauses to gather his thoughts, “Gorgeous. Funny. Clever. And so very competent, which is unfairly attractive, so you know.” Fordo looks at you, and then he continues, “You also lost a leg and it barely slowed you down at all-”

“Fordo, you-”

“Let me finish? Please?”

You stop talking immediately, “I go out of my way to talk to you when I can, but you’re so busy all of the time, that all I can do is just put myself in your way and hope that you run into me.” Fordo continues, “And I know I’m just a clone, and I know I have millions of identical brothers, but I just want-...” He trails off with a sigh, “You. I just want you.” He pauses, “You can talk now.”

Millions of half finished thoughts spin through your mind, “You and your brothers aren’t interchangeable, Fordo.” Is the first coherent thought that slips from you, “And I’m hardly…I’m barely holding myself together most days. I’m not…any of those things that you say I am.”

“I disagree. If you could see yourself the way that I see you…” He trails off with a sigh, “Stars, you’re perfect.”

“I’m really not-”

“I want you to be mine.” Fordo says quickly, “I want to…to kiss you and hug you and make you believe me when I say nice things about you. I want to wake up every morning and see your face first thing, and I want your face to be the last thing I see before I go to bed, but I know that I don’t have anything to offer you except my affection.”

You stare at him, your lips parted in surprise, “I…don’t need anything more than that.” You finally say and his gaze snaps to yours.

Fordo scans your face for a moment, and you shift uncomfortably, “You mean it.” He finally says.

“Yeah. I mean,” You nervously twist your hair between your fingers, “I’ve had an embarrassing crush on you forever it feels like, so…yeah. I don’t want or need anything more than just your affection.”

Fordo takes a step towards you and reaches out to brush his hand against your cheek, “I can do that.”

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” You ask, your voice a whisper, “I’m not the best cook but-”

“Yes. Yes, I would.” Fordo says with a small grin, “Right now.”

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doumadono · 5 months

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hii it’s the twice & dabi anon again.

i’m sorry to ask for another emergency request but i’ve been having so much difficulty with my mom over the past year and a half, maybe two. it’s only been getting worse and now she doesn’t even talk to me. i only get updates from my little sisters and— oh my god it’s just horrible. i feel so bad that i had to leave them. but, i just couldn’t stay, you know?

could you maybe write something about twice & dabi comforting their partner/gf about the situation??

you don’t have to write for both!! either or is perfect!!

i just love the comfort you’re willing and able to provide. (even though you don’t have to. it’s truly heartwarming seeing you do this all. i really appreciate what you do.)

i really hope you’re doing well and taking good care of yourself. please be sure to eat properly and drink water!!

A/N: I'm really sorry to hear that you're going through such a difficult time. It's important to prioritize your well-being, and I hope things get better for you soon. Also, thank you so much for your kind words! Your appreciation means a lot. Even though I'm not doing well lately, I'll make sure to take care of myself. Wishing you all the best too! 🌟

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Twice

Amid the chaos that permeated your mind, Jin Bubaigawara appeared with a boisterous greeting that momentarily broke the heavy silence that surrounded you. "Hey, babe! Twice is here to lift your spirits!" he declared with his characteristic energy, though his eyes held a genuine concern as he noticed the weight on your shoulders.

As you poured out the complexities of your strained relationship with your mom, Twice listened attentively, his empathy shining through. "Dang, that sounds tough. But you know what? You're strong for facing it head-on, I admire that," he remarked, his voice carrying a mix of reassurance and admiration.

He enveloped you in a tight hug, and his voice softened, "You did what you had to do for your own well-being. Don't beat yourself up about it." He pulled back, looking into your eyes. "You're not alone, okay? The League's got your back, and so do I."

Twice pondered, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps you'd like to engage in something? Not sure what exactly. Toga mentioned once that staying busy is beneficial - it keeps your mind from wandering into overthinking territory. And hey, if you ever need a clone to handle some mom-related drama, I got you covered. Double the trouble, double the fun!"

Dabi

The faint glow of Dabi's cigarette illuminated his face as he leaned against the wall, his stoic demeanor unwavering. "Come here, doll," he said, gesturing to the spot next to him.

As you recounted the painful saga of your relationship with your mom, Dabi listened in silence. When you finished, he took a slow drag of his cigarette before speaking. "Family can be a real mess, I know that. Sometimes, you gotta step back to save yourself."

He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Leaving doesn't make you weak, ya know? It takes strength to break away from toxicity, in fact." His voice was low, carrying a raw honesty that resonated with your own emotions.

His long fingers traced soothing patterns on your back as he continued, "You're not alone in this. The past doesn't define you, and you're building a future for yourself, not for them, yeah?"

Dabi's lips curled into a smirk. "We're both well aware of the hell it is to deal with toxic nonsense within our own families. Parents messing up their own kids? That's a special kind of mess."

He lightly tapped your nose. "Take it easy, and find ways to keep that beautiful head of yours focused on other things. Overthinking is just a slow way to kill your own self. Don't let it consume you."

He extinguished the cigarette and looked directly into your eyes. "Just so ya know, if you ever need someone to lean on, I'm here. We're in this together."

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 1 year

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Rough Stuff: Wrecker x Sick!Reader

Warnings & Info/Notice: She/Her pronouns for Reader as this is based on a dream I had when I was sick a year ago (writer's block is a mother…) so there's some fever-influence to the shenanigans and plot before "Bounty Lost" of Season 1; first time I've ever written something about our beloved Clone Force 99 crew (minus Crosshair in this fic) so be gentle with me. 👉👈

No real need for an age warning for a comfort+fluff piece, mentions of medical paraphernalia, great chance for inaccuracies: some are purposeful to reflect Reader's sickly state, some are likely genuine writer error because I am long overdue for a series re-watch of TCW so references and characterizations might be result of misremembering. Star Wars swearing present. Dialogue heavy.

Word-count: 5,813

Blastdoors hissed once, twice. Off to the left, weary feet and stiff shoulders were freed of mud-caked footwear and heavy supply pack before venturing further into the modified housing space. There was a comfortable and easy silence painted over the place for once, no immediate indication anyone else would be here to the unfamiliar passer-by.

"Did you hear that?! She's back!"

Something stopped beeping in the distance momentarily. "Hear what?"

"Hah! Course Tech wouldn't have been able to hear anything other than his little toys!"

"They are not toys, Wrecker; it's important to make sure all my diagnostic equipment are in proper working order on a regular basis to avoid delays during critical moments. Like on Bracca."

One could be almost entirely sure the others would be glancing at one another by now with the silent look of Oh Maker, please make it stop between whoever had been lucky, or unlucky, enough to catch another's eyes.

"Guh, I don't want to go back to Bracca any time soon, once was enough for me… But, uh, h-how do you know it's her, Omega?" Light and speedy footsteps lead up the stairs as at least three of the Clone Force 99 members come to welcome a friend back home. "Hunter said she almost always steps to the left of the blastdoors to take care of dirty footwear and her gear when she gets back if she doesn't have to talk to Cid first. Right Hunter?"

Right Hunter? was just a rhetorical question, one Tech hadn't quite yet caught onto before Omega was already excitedly hugging the young woman before he would've had the chance to express his concern had the young Clone been wrong. "Ome-! Oh, nevermind, I see that you're right. Welcome back, [_____]. Good to see you safe."

Responding with a drained smile for the moment, she released Omega and scooched the pack across the floor as more of the modified Clone unit joined her and the others upstairs. "Certainly glad to be safe, Lotho Minor and its acid rain was not something I prepared for… And uh, whatever that other planet was that I went to on a hunch looking for whatever it is Cid wanted didn't pan out either. Uh… Bogano! That's the one. Need a couple of nights of solid sleep before I try again. She's not going to like it if I told her any of that. Did find something else, at least." Bending at the waist to lift the pack off the floor and up to the table there was a sharp, short little crackling sort of sound when she inhaled that most picked up on.

Hunter's frown deepened when this provoked a cough she was fighting to stifle. "Y'alright, kid? Sounds like you've got the wind knocked out of you." Unsuccessfully hoping to put his concerns to rest with a dismissive wave of her hand and another stifled cough, she put on the best smile she could with a short chuckle. "I'm fine, Hunter. I just kicked up a lot of dust on Lotho Minor, I'm sure whatever settled into my lungs is just working it's way loose over time. Don't worry about me." Hunter certainly wasn't convinced, but he would let it go for now. After the brief hell they went through on Bracca with another one of their own succumbing to the inhibitor chips (fortunately for a short period of time, thank the Maker) and the scare that gave everyone, he wasn't exactly ready to put his men through another potential stressor so soon after all that. Ciddarin "Cid" Scaleback's other "employees" had their own set of stressors. Clone Force 99 largely kept to themselves as they navigated this changing galaxy for safety, and others did the same. Times like these you'd be smart to avoid rubbing into too many shoulders… but the young female scavenger was a little different.

Hunter trusted her well enough, scrappy and capable of holding her own, but she really didn't sound or look well presently. But there was no sense dwelling on it now when Omega and Wrecker were buzzing with excitement about her return. "Well, if ya say so."

"Well, Hunter, I do," she teased, swatting the back of Wrecker's hand as he reached into her pack with a gentle laugh, "and leave that alone, silly. There's some delicate stuff in there. I was going to pull it out in a moment, don't go snooping." He gave a sheepish smile, stroking the back of his head a few times to soothe his guilt over touching her belongings without asking first once again. "Let's seeeee… found a few old components and scomp links that Tech or Echo or both may find useful for something or just mess around with. A surprising find you might like Hunter: a perfectly good blowtorch-zapper-drill-thing I don't know the proper name for; practically brand new! Think it's called an All-Kit? And, uh…" she came to an awkward pause in the middle of pulling something out once more, face falling from the bright smile she'd previously had. "I know it's… not something you all like to talk about much regarding what happened to your teammate, someone who felt like a brother to you guys; but if he ever does come back around and everyone reconciles, I found a nice scope that I hope Crosshair would like… b-based on what little I've heard."

Omega laid her hand over the squeezing fist the resourceful scavenger was pushing into the table to stop herself from getting too emotional in front of everyone, so young and only able to do so much realistically. "That was awfully thoughtful and nice of you, [____]. I think he'd appreciate it. Be happy to know that you saw something and it made you think of him even when you haven't met him. Makes you a good person, in my opinion…"

"Heh… Thanks Omega," she was pulled into a side-hug for a moment while [_____] brushed away tears with the back of her other hand to compose herself, "o-oh, and this is for you. I found a little droid I'm sure you'll have some fun with to get him up and running in no time. And noooow, I think the little guy got smooshed down to the bottom of the pack because it was the first thing I found; so sorry about that Wrecker. But I think he'll be okay! I thought your Lula could use a little friend." Freed from the pack, she passed over the souvenir to the final Clone who hadn't been given something yet.

It was a soft toy, roughly the size of a young Bogano Bogling, fashioned to look like a Loth-cat. That is, if a Loth-cat had floppy ears and were a little chubby; it was clearly a toy meant for and once loved dearly by a little child somewhere in the vast galaxy. One button eye was loose and there was a small split in one of the seams on the tail, but they were in decent shape otherwise.

"Awwwh, thanks kid. That's real nice of ya. Like 'im already!"

Smiling warmly after being swept into a vice-like hug, the young woman started to reply before her voice became a little faltered and scratchy. "I'm glad, I thought you might! I'll be happy to give him a little bit of TLC in the morning when I've had some sleep, and a chance to c-clear my lungs a- a bit more-!" Her shoulders jerked violently with each cough that had taken her by surprise, quickly found and given a chair to sit in with the wind knocked out of her just like that.

Hunter hadn't let it go since the crackling sound even after she insisted she was fine a few times once she caught her breath (and Wrecker repeatedly apologized for another one of his crushing hugs not for the first time). Something definitely had settled into her lungs, but not on Lotho Minor since this hadn't started since arriving on Bogano.

"Tech, we should run a health scan."

"Right. I'll have to sanitize and pre-"

"Less talking, more doing, Tech."

"R-right, sorry."

-x-

"She's contracted a bacterial infection."

The young woman blinks rapidly, eyes jerking over the room before she looks back to Tech. "What's that mean? You saying I got sick from something out there on Bogano?"

"Well it didn't start until a few days after getting to the planet, so it is the most likely place for you to have gotten sick with some sort of respiratory infection based on what you told me before your health scan."

Wrecker grunted in confusion from the corner of the room, arms crossed over his chest nervously. "Now wait just a sec, I thought you said this was a bacterial thing! Now it's a respi-something infection? Which is it?! I'm all confused!"

Sighing sharply with a few wags of his head, Tech adjusted his eyewear before explaining things to Wrecker, pecking away at his datapad. "What I meant is it's a respiratory illness caused by a bacterial infection. Maybe even fungal, or from certain types of spores, depending on what plant life [____] came across during the trip she made to Bogano, on a hunch. But since we don't want to stress her respiratory system further, I can't ask her a lot of questions at this time; I'm trying to find flora, other environmental occurrences or elements that could have caused this or explain it for now. Fortunately for her, it doesn't look to be life-threatening. For the time being."

Omega jumped down from Wrecker's knees and scoffed, "Well that's a cheerful thought, Tech…" scooping Lula off the floor, Omega laid her down on one of the flat surfaces near to [____] before she began tugging at the dusty sleeves of the woman's clothes, "you should wash up and get some rest. You haven't been sleeping well." Eyebrows jumped just a fraction, a tell of a nonverbal question. "You've got lines under your eyes, here and here, and you're a bit unfocused. Easily distracted or staring off in the distance. Drooping posture. You need a nap."

"Oh do I," The scavenger laughed, lovingly threading her fingers through Omega's short crop of hair the way she often did, "is that an order?" Wagging her head and laughing with her, Omega tugged her sleeves again and pulled [____] behind her. "Nooo. But I can tell you over and over again like it was an order!"

-x-

Koff! Koff!

These coughs were getting worse. It was now plainly evident that [____] had gotten more than just a "little ill" like Omega had hoped when she noticed that it had been several hours since she'd gone to lay down "just for a bit" and planned for waking up around lunch. She had slept several hours past lunch, when she did wake up [____] looked somehow even more exhausted. And sicker.

So much sicker.

"By the Maker, you don't look so good, kid. I wouldn't-!"

"Echo, shh!" Omega hissed urgently, "Cid might hear you!" The Bad Batch were trying to keep Cid from finding out about her scavenger's health status before Tech could determine the contagion level, but now after Echo had called out to [____] to keep her from leaving her bunk it was unlikely the Trandoshan woman hadn't heard anything from the temporary quarters.

The Trandoshans were known for their thrills in the hunt, so what could be said for Cid? Perhaps she had excellent hearing, or Echo was really loud. It was everyone's best guess to say it was both. Cid wasted little time getting down to the blast doors, but was unable to open them. "What's going on in there?! And why is this locked?!" Hunter gave Echo a silent oh, you've really done it now sort of look before he stepped up to the blastdoor and hovered his hand over it's control panel in case the Trandoshan was working on opening up what might be a necessary barrier in the event Cid's scavenger picked up something particularly contagious and severe.

"Afraid we can't let you come in, Cid," Hunter starts, "[____] got back earlier and she's not feeling well. Tech is trying to see if it's serious, so we're keeping everyone in until we know."

"Sick!" Cid spat from the other side, "Why wasn't I told sooner?!"

Echo nudged [____] deeper into the borrowed bunk (Wrecker's), short of using a disciplinary tone of voice with her for leaving it in the first place across the living quarters while their leader dealt with their employer. "Apologies," Hunter offered in a measured voice, "we had hoped to get the work-up completed so we could present everything at once, but it's taking longer than Tech anticipated." Hunter could practically see Cid heave the frustrated sigh he heard. "Can't Goggles hurry it up?"

Tech was bowed over his datapad in a separate corner of the quarters, scowling and squinting at at least three different screens he'd been cycling through. He hadn't spoken to or even seemed to hear anything his brothers asked in at least the last hour and a half since lunch while he scrutinized current findings. "He's doing the best he can," Hunter promised, having faith his brother was doing everything and more to get that work-up sorted, "he'll get it done."

"I'm not worried about him not getting it done, dark and broody, I'm worried about having at least… HunterTechEchoWreckerOmega[____] - SIX people not in any fit state to do jobs for me! I'm not running a quaint little hotel on some Outer Rim planet, here!" Hunter was uncertain if Cid meant to sound so callous, but he had the feeling it was Cid's way of worrying for them. If six people couldn't work one of her jobs for them, they couldn't receive pay. Though… Cid might be more upset about the interruption to her cash flow. "The moment Goggles figures out what's wrong with her, you better be snappy about contacting me."

As expected. "Yes ma'am," Hunter grumbled with a note of bitter annoyance. "I'll be certain to."

-x-

Whatever it was Tech said she had was past the most contagious period, thank the Maker, but she felt awful. Breathe too deeply and her lungs would give a sharp crackling before the prolonged coughing fits began. A hot wash in the showers again would make her too dizzy to be safely unattended, worried she'd faint. She felt submerged in Mustafar's lava fields one minute, and spelunking in Hoth's ice caverns in another. Her kriffing bones hurt. She couldn't sleep. But if she left the bunk, she was worried she'd wake up one of the men in the room; born and bred for war, they likely weren't deep sleepers (at least that's what she figured). She'd undoubtedly wake up their leader, Hunter, or perhaps Echo, who dealt with the chronic and residual pain of the cybernetics and phantom limb syndrome after his… experience on Skako-something… that usually made it difficult to fall or stay asleep some nights.

She didn't want to get another concerned but well-meant lecture from either of them, and Tech… Well: If she woke him, he'd probably turn a voice of concern into a scolding tone without meaning to or being entirely aware he was doing so. She wanted to avoid that. Omega was going to be concerned about her and wake one of her brothers to help if [____] disturbed the young lady's sleep.

And here, [____] wondered while stifling another cough what the snarky sharp-eyed sniper might do if he was woken… she'd heard so little about him. Crosshair. Skilled marksman. Sided with the Empire. An inhibitor chip. What was an inhibitor chip? She didn't know. She didn't feel like grabbing a datapad next to her to find whatever she could. She was just so tired, and she didn't know how much longer she could lay here with her entire skeletal system feeling heavy with pain. Would getting up to take something for the pain even help? Could a painkiller even touch this kind of pain? It'd be worth a shot, at least.

She tried slowly swinging one leg out into the room to slip out from the low bunk, but the careful movement to avoid waking anyone was surprisingly painful. "Ah, kriff!" She hissed in a sharp whisper, unable to sit up without the feeling of a thin blade violently jabbing every one of her joints.

"Y'alright, ad'ika?"

Who said that? [____] looked out into the dimly lit room in surprise, trying to figure out who she had accidentally woken up. Wrecker. But he looked like he'd been awake for a while, sneaking back into the room from the kitchen unit perhaps. Mm… there had been a lack of soft snoring when she thought about it. "Ad'ika?" Wrecker asked again, stepping closer with a look of concern etched in his face.

Ad'ika… had a number of meanings, none of which [____] could remember right now. It was hard to think about multiple things right now, it almost hurt. She squeezed her eyes shut, sighing, trying to recall what she just heard him say. Maker, everything hurts, make it stop, make it stop… "Wh-what…?"

"I asked if you're alright," his voice rumbled above her now, then she could hear him settle down on one of his knees so he wasn't looming above her or speaking right in Omega's ear where she lay in the bunk above [____]'s, "I mean, I know you're not because you're sick an' all, but- y'know what I mean." She didn't, and her silence spoke for her, so Wrecker tried elaborating. "Erm, trying to check on you, I mean. You really don't look so good right now. Are you having trouble breathing again?"

"No," the woman sighed carefully, feeling the ache in her lungs starting when she caught herself taking a deep breath by reflex, fighting the need to cough, "not really. My whole body hurts. Even my bones. I was gonna try to sneak out of my bunk without waking anyone to find something for the pain, or just something to make me sleep so I could ignore the pain, but it hurts to move."

"Not the usual pain after one of your jobs for Cid?" Wrecker hazarded a guess. "Is it because of the virus Tech said you have?"

Khoff-KOFF! "Think so…"

Wrecker just frowned upon the reply, voice dripping with sympathy when he next spoke. "Awh, poor ad'ika. There something I can get ya?" She wasn't certain what to ask for; something to dull the pain, or something to make her sleep? Would it be safe to take both? Just what did ad'ika mean? She's heard Wrecker call Omega that once, right?

Too many questions, too little focus. Too many aches and pains and symptoms to be dealing with so late into the night. Her brain was too frayed and raw after the unsuccessful scavenge where she was prepared to face Cid's furious disappointment if she'd been caught home empty-handed and now this virus and… at least one awake Clone, kneeling near the edge of the bunk in quiet worry while [____] stared at him in a dumbfounded haze.

"Would you get me something to help me sleep if you answer something for me first, Wrecker?"

He blinked, puzzled by the request. "Ah, sure."

"What do you keep calling me?"

"Ad'ika can translate to "kid". An' a coupl'a other things like ‘sweetie’ too that I'm sure I'll remember later… It's Mando'a. I-I can stop callin' you that if you want." She shook her head, Wrecker just looked at her with uncertainty for a moment before he got off his knee and went to find something in some stash of medical supplies Echo had been hoarding for the Batch in a corner of the living quarters. "If you say so, kid."

"Ad'ika."

He couldn't be sure why it sounded like a request, rather than reassurance, coming from her in a timid, breathy whisper. Maybe he was imagining things because she looked so miserable and sick. Humoring her wouldn't hurt anything. "If you say so, ad'ika." Wrecker tried to sort through Echo's box of supplies as it was, but ended up dumping it out on the table so he wasn't wasting time getting something to help [____] get to sleep by digging around every little box when he could just lay it all out and go from there. He'd put it all back in the morning. "Here, this looks like the righ' stuff!" Wrecker whispered back to her triumphantly, giving the little foil packet a wiggle back and forth in victory. "Alright ad'ika, should be asleep soon with one of these. Can I get ya anythin' else? More water?"

She just shook her head, taking her tablet with a careful swallow of water, both of them hoping she doesn't cough in the process. It wouldn't take long at all before she would hopefully be asleep. "That's okay, Wrecker. I think I'm just going to try getting some sleep now… so tired."

Wrecker just chuckled softly, saying nothing as he tucked the blanket over the scavenger once she was laying in the bunk. Heh, yeah I bet... Echo threatens to use them on Tech when he's not sleeping mildly reasonable hours. "Sleep well, [____]."

-x-

Omega dropped out of her bunk in lieu of using the ladder some mornings, a habit some of her brothers weren't keen on her developing in case of situations where one of them unwittingly became her crash-pad. Yeah right, like it'll ever happen… Omega had said on more than one occasion.

Omega fell into Wrecker's lap, waking him suddenly and pouring further salt in the wound by trodding on his hand while she scrambled to get off him. "Ouch! Omega!" She could feel her blood ice over with guilt for hurting one brother and waking the others, Hunter out of his bunk before she could blink. "I-I'm sorry, Wrecker! I didn't know you were down on the floor, I didn't mean to!"

"Omega-"

"Awh, I'm fine! Just scared me awake is all." Wrecker interrupted Hunter's see: this is why I keep telling you lecture with a laugh, not looking upset in the least. "Takes more than tha’ to hurt me!"

A finger went up across the room after eyewear was situated and adjusted. "Except you clearly said "ouch", Wrecker. And if Omega didn't wake [____], you certainly would have." Wrecker groaned, knowing Tech was right that he probably just woke their friend who was feeling poorly. "Whoops… sorry about tha- oh." Incredibly, she was still asleep when Wrecker turned to apologize, unbothered and unaware of the startling sibling drop-in just an arm's reach away minutes ago. This virus was clearly pretty rough on her, she looked so pale and feverish under the single blanket even in the dim light before any additional overheads were activated. Echo hobbled stiffly from his bunk to flip on a few of the overhead lights, oblivious to the mess of medical packets and boxes on their one and only large table on his way past.

Oh right. Wrecker was on his feet in a flash, accidentally bumping past Omega. "Oh sorry! I need to-!"

"What happened to my med box?" Echo asked the general room almost sternly, looking both annoyed and confused at the sight of the medical paraphernalia in an unholy mess after all the trouble he went through organizing it just recently. "…did [____] have trouble digging through it for something last night while we were all sleeping? Oh I knew I should have found a crate with compartments and labels!"

Echo was waved off, shooed away from his pet project before he had a chance to begin clustering everything by type. "N-no, it was me, I'm the one who made the mess, Echo." Wrecker confessed, giving his brother a sheepish, timid look as he sorted the supplies. He was afraid Echo would be mad at him, feeling bad that he'd made a mess of everything when he should have just switched on a light or something in order to locate something to help the ailing woman who couldn't muster the energy to shuffle into her own lodgings. "She looked in pretty rough shape when I came back from getting a snack and some other stuff and I wanted to do something to help and I-I made a mess trying to find something to help get her to sleep, I'm sorry. I'll take care of it." he continued, tenderly lying boxes on their narrow ends along the sides of the container the way he vaguely recalled them being in.

Echo sighed in good humor, flicking his hand dismissively in the direction of the table. "Oh honestly, just leave it for the time being. M'not mad. And we'll probably be using a good deal of these supplies while she's sick, anyways… just dump everything back into the box so we have a clear surface for breakfast for everyone."

"Even [____]?" Omega piped up softly, wondering if they should wake the scavenger. Hunter gave the proposed question some thought. Should they? Or just let her sleep and get her something to eat later? What did they even have for food within their living quarters at Cid's Parlor? It'd been some time since he remembered making a supply run that didn't involve Echo collecting medical paraphernalia and included food. They had to be low, just between the five of them, but now with [____], who they were taking care of... He couldn't guarantee that breakfast would be filling this morning without hoping some shops were open early. "Wrecker, how much food do we have?" Hunter knew that since Wrecker admitted to getting a snack, he'd have a better idea.

"Ah," Wrecker mumbled, his expression making Hunter nervous, or disappointed, that Wrecker had had more than just a 'little snack' when they were low on food, "I forget… think I gathered at least a crate's worth from one of the late night shops for us. Got lots of soups that she likes, since I thought they might help while she recovers, too. No one feels like cookin' when they're going through some rough stuff."

"I hope you didn't have perishables." Tech spoke up with a grimace, seeing the crate on the counter looking largely untouched.

"Oh Maker, let it go already." Echo grumbled, tweaking his scomp link and leg the way he normally did to ease the typical morning pains in his residual limbs. "That was one time. Do you really have to keep bringing that up? You wouldn't like me bringing up the last time you made a mistake. Like the time you played the mating call rather than the territorial call for that mission with Senator Binks on-"

With the authoritative voice of a commanding officer, Hunter was quick to put an end to senseless posturing and provocation. "Enough. Both of you. We all have made mistakes on this team and it does us no good to badger our brothers about it like petty, personal grudges. This squad… needs to be sure we have each other's backs without questioning loyalty or our headspace all the time." Seeing the look on Omega's face, Hunter realized his words were perhaps harsher than he meant them, betraying inner feelings by indirectly bringing up their wayward brother. Questioning loyalty. Nobody had been questioning loyalty. He shouldn't have suggested that.

Omega shuffled on her feet with a great deal of discomfort, blink-rate speeding up as she looked close to tears. "Hunter… That was too far."

He shouldn't have suggested that at all. "I'm sorry, ad'ika. You're right..." It was a meager apology, but it'd have to suffice for now. [____] was starting to stir behind Omega's back, a sharp and raspy crackle in her inhale. A warning: her lungs' irritation was probably stronger due to dehydration. "Omega get her some water, quickly." Maker, please don't be getting worse. "Easy, ad'ika, sit up slowly now. Take a slow, deep breath, Omega's getting you some water." The scavenger looked parched for certain, but she was also having trouble sitting up unassisted, her skin hot under Hunter's touch. Was her temperature spiking? "Maker, she's burning up."

"Oh dear." Tech could be heard mumbling, hastily exiting his bunk with datapad in hand at Hunter's beckoning. "This does not look good. When was the last time her temperature was taken, Tech?"

"My records say before dinner. It was elevated, but fevers generally rise later in the day so that is nothing unusual. Did you notice any increase in severity when you were awake with her last night, Wrecker?"

Wrecker shook his head slowly, trying his best to think back before he himself had fallen asleep in front of his bunk for the night while [____] had slept in it. "I don't think so, Tech… she just looked like she was in more pain than anything an' couldn't sleep, didn't really think it was the fever." He wasn't comforted by the look that crossed Tech and Hunter's faces, unsure how those expressions meant anything other than worry as Tech brusquely stalked across the room to locate a temp-reader in Echo's medical crate. "Awh man… Did I screw up?" Did I make her worse?

Tech was careful to say nothing while he assessed both skin and oral temperatures with the reader and made a note of it in a data log, considering the weight and tone of his words while seeking answers. "Her temperature has climbed quite high now… You, hmm, were just making the best judgment call at the time, Wrecker. Based on what you said, I suspect that the pain was a result of rising fever. I was not awake to observe anything, so I can't speak with complete certainty other than assure you you did not "screw up"... and had only tried to help as you were asked. She will be fine."

That was the most important thing. She would be fine, he hadn't done anything to make her worse that couldn't be taken care of easily enough here at Cid's Parlor. "Good… tha's good." Wrecker mumbled softly, feeling unfettered relief in those words from his brother while the scavenger was coached to take a careful swallow of water from a hydropack by Hunter.

"Aw, don't look so w-worried, Wreck… I'll- khoff! - be okay." [____] remarked softly, cautious of the dry wheeze in her lungs when she spoke. "Jus' have to uh… t-take it pretty easy for a while, probably. Oh. Cid's not gonna be happy about that…"

"Heh!" Wrecker scoffed, trading places with Hunter so he could get up and sort out breakfast for the six of them, "Don't you worry about Cid. You just leave her to me and focus on gettin' better again, ad'ika. Which, uh, hopefully won't take long if you're past the contagious period... right?" He nudged Tech with the edge of his elbow carefully, asking in a roundabout way if he had any idea.

Adjusting his eyewear, Tech lifted the datapad to his face and puzzled over some numbers for a moment.

"She is past the most contagious period, correct. I would estimate… another five days of current symptoms without running additional tests. Perhaps after we've all had something to eat, I can do the additional health scans and find out what this infection is," he paused for just a moment, chewing half of his bottom lip in thought. "If that's what [____] wants." Tech added with some hesitation, making efforts to be careful of his words since Hunter had given everyone one of his many flavors of knock it off speeches. "There's time to think about it. If you'll excuse me, I believe I'll go help Hunter prepare things for breakfast. Echo, you haven't hidden any medical paraphernalia in the shelving by the cold-unit again, have you?"

"Don't think so, but I oughta check." Tech and Echo exited the sleeping quarters, leaving just Wrecker and Omega to keep the sick scavenger company until the morning meal had been completed, whether it was a rare morning something was cooked, or everyone just had a portion of a ready-made meal from one of the shops parceled out to them. (There's only so much nutrient paste a sentient being can stomach before they long for real, identifiable foods.) The last time to [____]'s memory the Batch tried to do a little cooking, it'd been something typical of the foodstuffs they'd grown up on on Kamino, and Cid was, puzzlingly, none too pleased about the smell. Everything smelled fine to the scavenger at the time with the foodstuffs, so the situation pitted employee and employer against each other, one of the few times that the members of the Batch had seen their friend they'd hardly known long at that point very angry.

Hoo boy, had that been a sight to see: the generally quiet and kind scavenger drawn up to her full height in all her fury, lashing back at Cid for unfairly critiquing the cuisine these Clones had been raised on when the Trandoshan herself hated remarks about the kinds of lunches she often ate from the Kashyyyk system and her home planet. It wasn't often that Cid's employees stood up to her, but at least when they did, Cid was likely to give them a couple of days of space (and maybe some degree of love-bombing) to let the troubled waters settle again.

That didn't sound too bad, actually. Maybe get everyone on board to pretend her condition was a little worse than it actually was, give Cid a little pushback about needing to, y'know, really make sure everyone stayed healthy, and relent to the idea proposed yesterday that her friends would help take care of her while she was fighting this "rough" virus in the meantime.

Noting the growing smile, Wrecker just chuckled softly with some degree of confusion, curiosity getting the best of the gentle giant. "Whatcha smiling about, kid?"

"Oh… I think there's a way I can make sure it's more than just me who's getting time off for being sick." [____] mused idly, a second smile lazily blooming across her face as she made a casual lean into Wrecker's well-muscled chest after he'd put an arm around her and Omega once she sat down on his bunk on his other side at his offering. "I'll leave Cid to you, don't worry Wreck, but I've got a good idea of what to say that will get her to listen… I've known Cid long enough. Enough to make her nervous."

It was all she had to suggest.

And not long after breakfast, suddenly that rare component for an N-1 Starfighter the scavenger had been tasked with finding for a pushy client with deep pockets could almost miraculously wait just a little longer.

#frostfics #tbb #sw tbb #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker x you #tbb wrecker x reader #x reader #star wars x you #star wars x reader #this has been a year in the making and I'm finally happy enough with it aaaa

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jedimasterbailey · 8 months

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Okay, character ask game:

Questions 2-5, 10, 17, 23 (because it's way too funny 😅) and 27

I hope that's okay with you! If they are too many you can choose which ones you want to answer, no pressure😘

Awww thank you for this sweet ask! 🥰 I know you’re not a Star Wars person soul, but I’ll be using these asks to help uplift Jedi that continuously get slandered in light of the anti-Jedi clownery going on in the fandom these days. So for this next ask, I’ll be choosing my lady, the luminous Master Luminara Unduli for this post, so thank you for giving me the freedom to brag about one of my favorite ladies 💚

2- A Canon or Headcanon Hill I Will Die On

That Luminara LOVES Barriss!!! I have made plenty of posts on this topic that disapproves all the nonsense the fandom continues to project, but I’ll say it again. In every single piece of Star Wars that has these two interacting, it is always a loving one and it’s a damn shame we didn’t see more of them in the Clone Wars series. The fact that these two can fight in complete sync with each other proves how in tune they are with each other and I seriously doubt you would be able to do that with someone you did not care about or hated. Also if you take the time to notice Luminara’s body language and voice whenever it comes to the topic of Barriss, you just know that’s a proud Mominara right there and when her girl is in danger, she hurts real bad. It’s also a crime we don’t see Luminara in the bullshit Wrong Jedi arc but I’m sure there would have been massive heartbreak. It event states in one of the canon Star Wars books that after Barriss is arrested for the Temple bombing that Luminara just buried herself in work. Again…you wouldn’t have such a strong reaction if you didn’t love somebody. Luminara loves Barriss and Barriss loves Luminara, end of discussion 💚💙

3- Obscure Headcanon

That Luminara is a thrill junkie and loves a good speeder bike and that she may or may not have a thing for Obi-Wan Kenobi. I mean her interactions with him are so flirty 🤣

4-Favorite Line

There’s a line of hers in the Legends book “The Approaching Storm” that has and continues to stick with me. I feel this quote really captures Luminara’s spirit and shows that underneath her cool exterior that she’s very genuine and grounded.

“Always remember where you’ve hung up your courage Barriss.”

Luminara is saying this to Barriss after her Padawan expresses to her that she feels that her Master never gets scared whenever there’s danger to which Luminara immediately disagrees. She tells Barriss that of course she gets scared when they’re in life threatening situations but as Jedi she has to appear fearless for the sake of the lives she’s protecting. Luminara is teaching Barriss that it’s okay to have these feelings and address said feelings later but when people need her, she needs to be brave and being brave doesn’t mean you have no fear or feelings. Luminara is often seen as “cold” but this along with many of things she says and does that she is very down to earth and has a big heart. She understands and she cares.

5- Best Personality Trait

Her ability to self-reflect which is a trait that is RARE in people. Luminara isn’t perfect as no one is but she’s able to take a step back and take ownership over her mistakes and make amends if need be. The perfect example of this is in the Clone Wars episode “Cloak of Darkness” where Luminara apologizes to Ahsoka for thinking she can take Ventress on her own and dismissing Ahsoka’s offer for help. Not only does Luminara apologize but she offers high praise to Ahsoka which again is not something a lot of people can do. Most people would rather sulk and be bitter and never take ownership for their mistakes, but not Luminara and I absolutely adore her for that 💚

10-Best Moment On Screen (Or In A Book)

By far, Luminara’s sand dance as described in the Legends book “The Approaching Storm”. An indigenous tribe asks Luminara, Barriss, Obi-Wan, and Anakin to entertain them with a talent of theirs; Luminara chose to levitate herself in a sphere of sand (using the Force) and perform a dance. It sounds absolutely beautiful and I’d kill to see this on screen.

17- Quotes, Songs, Poems I Associate Them With

Everytime I listen the tracks “Master Luminara” and “Twin Moons” by Kevin Kiner because they’re such gorgeous and serene tracks that to me is just her. It’s who she is; she’s serene despite the chaos around her and she rises above the tragedy and heartache she faces later in life which is beautiful. As for quotes and poems, I sadly think of her whenever it’s a quote revolving around grief and sad poems because again, she has such a tragic life despite doing her very best.

23- If They Were A Scented Candle, What Would They Smell Like?

Luminara to be is the picture of serenity and calm so I feel that her candle would be a scent that would be equally calming like lavender, mint, sandalwood, etc. Just something that puts you in your calm, happy place after a very rough day.

27- Their Guilty Pleasure

With all the stress she’s under, I feel like Luminara would either be a caffeine junkie, a wine lover, a gambler, a pot head on occasion or a racer. Just anything to take the edge off 🤣

Again thank you so much for letting me rant about my favorite lady 🥰 let me know if y’all have any Luminara headcanons in the comments/reblogs! 💚

#luminara unduli #master luminara #barriss offee #obi wan kenobi #my luminous being 💚#character asks #thanks for the ask!#star wars

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itsclydebitches · 1 year

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Caught up on TBB Season 2 and the ambiguity of whether Crosshair’s chip has really been removed aside, 2.03 hit me like a truck in depicting just how NOT capable Crosshair is of abandoning the Empire. Not in this state.

First, we’ve got the fact that he’s within the Empire itself, resulting in a constant barrage of the propaganda that accompanies the chip’s (potential) influence.

Second is Crosshair’s desperate need to hold onto his usefulness/sense of familiarity due to abandonment issues (and I get annoyed at posts that imply this is some kinda random flaw and not... you know... stemming from the fact that he was literally left by his squad. Regardless of whether we think the others could have made it back to him, that doesn’t erase the reality that they left him behind and didn’t return.) This has inevitably been exacerbated by being left on his destroyed home for a month--a month!!!! A MONTH OH MY GOD--and the fact that Crosshair is making overt attempts (for him) at companionship by sitting with the other clones and is unambiguously rejected. Cody feels him out for rebellious thinking and when he doesn’t find it, when Crosshair demonstrates that he really is a good soldier following orders, he leaves him behind. Like, I’m not blaming Cody, just highlighting that from Crosshair’s POV someone else has now abandoned him and the viewer is cable of seeing how this was a brother Crosshair was coming to care for--annoyance at the Admiral not knowing his name, wanting to re-join his squad--and that, once again, no one is sticking around to fight for Crosshair.

As soon as he’s cleared for active duty the Admiral calls him into his office at every meal. My boy ain’t eating.

The final scene shows us that he’s not sleeping anymore either.

Yeah, no wonder he’s not finding the emotional resilience to acknowledge the Empire for what it really is and strike out completely on his own to oppose it. I’ve got a lot to say about TBB’s writing (including this muddied approach to whether the other clones are brothers in need of rescue, or phaser fodder for fun action sequences), but “The Solitary Clone”--real subtle title there lol--does a fantastic job of highlighting precisely how unlikely it is that Crosshair can change without outside intervention. Everyone else we know who has broken away has some semblance of support, isn’t buckling under that sense of abandonment, and has presumably been eating and sleeping and not getting burned in the face, allowing them the bandwidth to weigh ethical questions. Crosshair has been in survival mode since the chips activated and even if his is out, it’s damn unlikely he can beat off his depression on a whim.

I say “unlikely” because sure, it’s technically possible and we may indeed get an arc where Crosshair simply hits a breaking point and leaves, but right now it’s like watching someone at the bottom of a fifty foot hole and going, “You can climb out using only your hands, actually. Ignore that others got a rope, shoulders to stand on, a meal beforehand, the hope that something is waiting for them up at the top. If you just tried harder you could accomplish the same.”

#TBB #The Bad Batch #SW #Star Wars #TBB spoilers #mymetas #yelling about Crosshair in 2023 #every episode I'm just 'Honey no'#and also 'Someone hELP HIM???'#also seriously though #the quick turnaround between careful stun shots #and Wrecker gleefully blowing clones up is... sure something

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thewertsearch · 2 years

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This is my final entry.

Rose’s walkthrough was founded to analyze the game, and potentially assist and even collaborate with other sessions. It was a rational way for her to respond to her situation, but she’s done being rational.

Our otherworldly antagonists have assured us of our inevitable failure repeatedly, while the gods whisper corroboration in my sleep. I believe them now.

And here’s why. Her new friends have assured her that this is a dead session walking, no matter how comprehensive her walkthrough becomes.

If that’s true, what do the gods hope to achieve with Rose? It seems their interest in Bec’s cloning was not for the session’s benefit. They had a hidden objective - and in other news, water is wet. There’s a lot going on here that we’re not currently privy to.

Let’s not assume the gods are telling the truth here, either. If they’re trying to sabotage the session themselves, then convincing the kids’ Seer that it’s unsalvageable is a pretty effective way to go about it,

I just blew up my first gate. I'm not sure why I did it, really.

Just like with WV’s hidden commands back in Act 2, this was probably done through you. It seems the gods wanted to cut you off from your Quest, in a way that can’t be easily undone. This leaves you fresh out of options - which is a state of mind they’re already fostering with this talk of ‘inevitable failure’. Funny, that.

I will fly around this candy-coated rock and comb the white sand until I find answers. No one can tell me our fate can't be repaired. We've come too far.

Whether or not Rose ‘is’ her future self, she still has the memories of a Rose who planned for months to save this session. And now she’s getting told it was all for nothing?

Bullshit.

Rose may be a pawn here, but this sentiment is 100% her. Her time-travel gambit failed, her Sprite is incoherent, and her friends are dropping dead, so it’s time to start tearing Sburb apart until answers fall out.

I have used a spell to rip this walkthrough from Earth's decaying networks, and sealed it in one of the servers floating in the Furthest Ring.

What, do the gods have an Eldritch IRC chat, or something?

Are the gods programmers? Please tell me the gods are programmers.

The gods may disperse the signal throughout the cosmos as they wish. Perhaps it will be of use to past or future species who like us have been ensnared by Skaia's malevolent tendrils.

See, the problem here is that I basically agree. Skaia is suspicious, and other Players do need to know the truth. But this sentiment is coming from a young woman completely oblivious to the irony of the situation, as usual.

Rose’s skepticism - which, surprisingly enough, seems completely intact - is being directed artfully away from where it should be pointed. Skaia’s malevolent tendrils aren’t the only ones floating around the void, but something’s preventing her from acknowledging this. How have the Horrorterrors gained her trust so easily?

Is it simple mind control? Memory bleed from Future Rose? Long-term manipulation we haven’t seen, stretching back into childhood?

Or - most intriguing of all - do they actually have a convincing argument? Rose did say she’s ‘never known them to be wrong’, but that doesn’t mean they can’t start lying when it becomes convenient to them, or simply obfuscate the truth with clever doublespeak. I’d very much like to hear what they’re actually saying.

In case it wasn't clear, magic is real.

Things have been getting more ‘mystical’ for a while, now. The ‘video game’ shell is slowly falling away, and I’m still not sure what’s at the core of this world - but it’s definitely fantastical.

The Horrorterrors maintain a Derse-themed server, which is giving me, just, the worst thoughts.

What is the purpose of this computer? Who or what else is connected to this device, and has Rose just made herself known to them?

#1942 #homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 4

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bylightofdawn · 7 months

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WIP Sunday

I didn't get a lot of writing done today, they're offering a pretty good OT incentive at work so I ended up working half a day and then I decided to braise some pork chops and suddenly it's 11pm and the entire day has done.

Sadge.

So here's a little bit from the Alpha/Shaak Ti + Fordo sequel fic I was talking about. Pretty much just Alpha and Fordo butting heads and then Shaak shows up and Alpha goes full on simp-mode.

The end. LOL That's pretty much all I had planned, now I need to actually....write the rest of this fic and come up with a plot and shit from here. Pffft. As always it's super rough, has not been edited and is liable to be change etc. etc.

“Looking pretty rough there, vod.” He said as he clapped the other ARC on the shoulder before settling beside him on the bridge.

“I’m pretty sure you tried to poison me last night with whatever rot gut you brewed up here,” Fordo grumbled with a wince as the bridge swayed beneath Alpha’s weight.

“Sounds like your stomach is just weak, and someone can’t hold his liquor after all.”

“Nope, you tried to poison me because you’ve always been jealous of me.” Fordo accused without any real venom in his voice.

“You have absolutely nothing I want; that couldn’t be any further from the truth, but whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night, vod.” Alpha scoffed.

“You’re jealous of my freedom.” The other clone said with a trace of petulance in his voice.

“No, I’m not.” Alpha said, deadly serious, and that earned him a skeptical look from his batchmate.

“Come off it, you’re wasted here. There’s no way you’re not bored out of your karking skull playing house with a Jedi and a bunch of baby Jedi.” Fordo scoffed now and Alpha felt a flash of genuine irritation towards his vod.

“Respectfully, vod, you have no idea what you’re talking about,” Alpha said coldly. “My place is here. Shaak Ti and the younglings need me, I will give my life to protect them from the Empire.”

“But you could be doing so much more. A clone with your training? You could save hundreds. The Path could use a man with your skills.”

“My place is here, Fordo. I gave the Republic my life because it was expected of me, they used me up until I was a shell of a man. Now I get to decide what I will do with my life and I’ve sworn it to Shaak Ti and the children we are protecting. You’re barking up the wrong tree, I have no interest in your sales pitch.”

“I just don’t get it, vod.”

“Why are you so damned intent on serving the Jedi even now? You could literally be doing anything with your life right now.”

“The Empire destroyed the Republic. They enslaved our brothers. Doesn’t that bother you in the least?” Fordo demanded sharply.

“Of course it does but what hope could I have of changing that? The Jedi are gone, our brothers are gone. Anyone who hasn’t defected or been killed at this point are probably so indoctrinated or corrupted by the Empire they aren’t even worthy of being called brother anymore.”

“I don’t believe that. And that’s what the Path is for. We’re trying to help people escape the Empire. We are helping people. Not….playing house on Felucia and pretending the entire universe hasn’t gone to shit around us.” Frustration filled the other ARC’s voice as he glared at him.

The urge to punch Fordo was pretty strong in that moment and Alpha felt his fingers curl into a fist almost reflexively.

“Good morning, gentlemen.” Shaak Ti’s cheerful greeting cut through the haze of anger which had clouded his judgment as easily as sunshine burned through morning mist.

How in seven sithing hells she managed to sneak up on them riding a full grown rancor was beyond Alpha’s ability to comprehend though. The hideous creature was so tall, it nearly reached the bridge they were seated on and the Jedi sat atop its back with a carefree sort of ease that might have been enviable if it wasn’t terrifying to behold.

For years, Shaak Ti had been talking about how she wanted to try and tame a rancor as a war-mount and Alpha had shot the idea down because they had more pressing matters to focus on like building up their fortifications, making sure they had proper provisions and then building relationships with the native Felucians.

Fate unfortunately had seen fit to thwart him however when a lone rancor calf had been discovered in the jungles, the rest of its herd was murdered by an Imperial patrol and Shaak Ti had taken it in like a hideous, overgrown pet.

The beast had eaten them out of house and home and had grown exponentially until it towered over all of them. But the bond it shared with Shaak Ti was nigh on unbreakable as it fawned over the Jedi in probably much the same embarrassing way Alpha probably did.

She drew the wildest and most vicious of spirits and somehow managed to tame them without even trying overly hard. Her innate goodness and kindness emanated from her like the warmth of a star and it lit up the world around her.

He was so stupidly in love with this woman that a part of him wanted to be disgusted with himself but it was impossible when she looked at him like that.

“Morning,” Alpha managed finally after his brain re-engaged and remembered what words were. It was hard to formulate coherent speech when she looked so utterly glorious and magnificent in the early morning sunlight.

#wip sunday #el writes #fanfiction snippet #alpha -17 #shaak ti #captain fordo #alpha/shaak ti

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Hello! I’ve seen your LR vent with anon; I’m a new genshin player, which means I’ve never seen the lantern rite until this update and I have enjoyed most of it except for the interactions when they were eating?

It just felt so OOC for some, namely Venti? Why was he even there?? And for the music festival? He wasn’t even there for when it happened! When he first appeared I was literally like “Tf you doing here??”

Also, the way they pretend to not know each other?? Maybe I missed something but why did they do that? I though it was funny but actually why did they need to do that?

Also, I found Hu Tao really annoying… I’m sorry for saying that but it felt like my middle school bully trying to be nice to me after she was reprimanded by teachers?? Maybe it’s just me.

I felt bad for Xiao to just be there without knowing what to do… pretending like he doesn’t know Zhongli? I though people knew that they know each other? Could be I’m wrong…

The singing with Xingyan and Hu Tao… oh archons… why?? It was a nice thing to include but it was just so bad?? Not anything specific about it, just overall…

Also I didn’t get why Zhongli kinda ‘demanded’ Xiao to call him Zhongli? I get its his new identity or whatever but it seemed a bit cold to me? It could be I missed something or the reason why he asked but it still seemed cold to me…

Back to Venti, I do really like him! He was the first character I liked when I got into Genshin! They just did him so wrong here… it’s like Venti was there and not Barbatos if that makes any sense? It’s just fannon Venti like it was said beforehand… I was happy to see him but he has no place to be there?? It made no sense for him to appear he was just like “Yah y’all eat here? Great imma join in! Btw, who tf are you?? I know 3 people here but oh well!” I was kinda upset by that…

Also Zhongli kinda passed me off? I really like him as a character but he felt so off to me… like he slept on the wrong side of the bed…

This doesn’t make me like them less of course, it just makes me mad they were written that way…

Also, where was Kazuha?? He should have been there! And Beidou and so many other people! It’s like they took the chargers in the LR and were like “Yeah just put them there” “But how boss?” “I don’t fucking know! You want to sit here and come up with ideas all day? Just do something!”

As a new Genshin player, I did like the vibe of the LR and the banter between characters but it was kinda akward…

Also, in the trailer for it when Aether joined Xiao to watch the fireworks; Cyno and Tighnari, for example, appeared but I have not seen them anywhere!

Regardless, I hope the next festival of whatever want make me feel this way…

About why Venti and Zhongli act like they don't know each other and why Xiao acts like he doesn't know Zhongli. Xiao is out as an adeptus everyone knows him by face and they know how old he is because he doesn't hide his identity. Meanwhile Zhongli and Venti want to live peacefully around humans so they keep their identities as archons private. None of the human characters at the table know about Zhongli and Venti being archons so they have to find some reason for them to talk without spilling the beans.

I feel like the only person on Earth that didn't find Hu Tao annoying at the dinner table.

Though the song with her and Xinyan was a choice for sure. I wish they'd just kinda had music play and then not had the two of them singing. Plus their stage name?? The Blaze Lilies?? Pft wow super original how long did it take to pick that corny ass name 🙄

I didn't like how Zhongli told Xiao he should be calling him Zhongli either. Like he's not comfortable with the informal name. Also love how they were having that conversation on the street for any random person to overhear. Great job protecting your old identity Zhongli.

I'd be nice if badly characterized Venti is just a clone or something that came to take the real Venti's place while he slept to avoid suspicion from the Traveler. But idk Venti felt like Venti in the trailer sooo.

If you haven't seen Cyno and Tighnari around it means you probably haven't played through the Sumeru archon quest.

#cal answers #anon ask

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writingwife-83 · 2 years

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Hi, just finished Attack of the Clones, tbh, had to do some googling to get my head around the finer points of the plot. I think I got it now, but still not sure about all the different names the film throws out. Hoping the answers will be in the next episode.

Darth Sidius - was that the hooded man at the end? Or is Dooku Sidius? Or will Darth Sidius be revealed later?

And who is Jedi Sifo-Dyas? Is he dead or not? And why did he commission a clone army, and without the Jedi council's knowledge? And how in Yoda wrinkle's did he pay for it without anyone noticing?

And Janga Fett - he appeared to be dealing with both sides? Are those clones early Storm Troopers?

Aaanyway, confusion aside, it started out like a detective noir movie with Obi and Ani chasing down an assassin into a club, and Obi talking to an old informant.

Ani and Padme!

Ani comes across as being a little possessive at times, he's quick to tell Padme that he dreams about her, fitting in with his slide to the Dark Side. I don't know what to make of their relationship. I am bit soft for forbidden love, especially forbidden love that blossoms after a near death experience.

It was so sad about his mom, and quite dark to see him carrying her wrapped up body into the house.

But, I loved Padme's outfits. A lot of them had a medieval, 16th cent look to them

But most of all I loved her wedding dress. It had an Edwardian look to it, and was beautifully detailed and made

the veil was amazing

Ohhh boy! 😆 ok, I’ll try to move in order of what you brought up.

Yes, Sidious is the hooded man. He will definitely be revealed more later, so stay tuned for that because it’s important! I’m trying to remember at what point certain things are explained between the 2nd and 3rd movies, so I don’t want to give things away too soon, but the real deal with Sifo-Dyas is explained at some point as well. (If anyone remembers that the truth is revealed in the 2nd movie, feel free to chime in and clarify! I’ll get better at answering questions when we get into the original and sequel trilogies! 😆)

Jango Fett is a Mandalorian and bounty hunter, so he kinda just doesn’t have any particular loyalty to either side, at least not morally. His involvement is more of a business move than anything else. At least that’s how I’d describe it, without having looked into a ton about the history of the character. Also, good question/thought about the Storm Troopers…that too shall be revealed! 😉

Aaaand the infamous Anidala ship! I don’t personally hate the pairing, but for me, the age gap (which is 5 years) is a little distracting, particularly because she knew him when he was little and he’s still barely a man when the meet again later. And age aside, I also have a tough time with some of Anikan’s behavior and the fact that Padme is so incredibly mature and wise but is somehow like, ok to overlook it? I spend a lot of that movie saying in my head, “girl, don’t do it. It’s not worth it.” 😂 It also doesn’t help that the dialogue is just… 😬, but that’s a whole other topic lol. But anyway, I do also have a love of forbidden romance, so their story that can’t help but tug at my heartstrings a bit, especially knowing everything that comes next.

And Padme’s costumes! Oooh I love them so. They are probably one of the best things about the entire prequel trilogy to me. Just so fun to watch all the pretty clothing!

Thanks again for sharing your thoughts, because it’s fun to see the whole saga from the perspective of someone who’s experiencing it for the first time. Hope you enjoy the third one, it’s a doozy!

#wifey answers things #star wars #prequel trilogy #the attack of the clones

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You’ve been out of the game for years. Retired, have a nice life with a dog. And then you found out. They cloned you! They cloned you and had no idea what they were dealing with, and now they want you to “fix” it. Well, you’re going to fix it all right!

“For simplicity’s sake, Let’s call you Jon. I’ll be John. Is that alright with you? Might make this a little less confusing and all that. Specially on the dogs.” John smiled, setting his cup of tea down. Watching Jon as he paused in the doorway, finally understanding why his dog’s tail was wagging so much. Sparky rushed through the door, jumping into the arms of John.

“Sparky, come here. I swear if you hurt my dog,” Jon huffed, reaching for the gun at his side.

“Relax. You’re me. You know we won’t harm a dog. We love the slobbering messes. Yes, we do.” John smiled, pushing the flabby cheeks of the dog, earning himself another lick. “Sparky’s a good name. I went with Rusty. Sparky was my second choice.” John set the dog down, calling Rusty into the room.

The two dogs sniffed one another before bouncing on the spot. After an elegant bounce, they spun in unison before dashing down the hallway. The dogs finding a fresh smell that grabbed their attention. Leaving their owners to their teatime. John poured a warm English breakfast tea. He knew it was his least favorite tea, but it was all he had. John pocketing a few loose tea bags at breakfast this morning. John not expecting Harrison to call him about a clone while he was at Sloppy Pete’s.

“English breakfast?” Jon turned his nose at it, earning an eye-roll from himself.

“You kill people. You can drink an average tea. I’ve got some biscuits to drown it out.” John set the biscuits out. The small chocolate coated butter biscuits being a delectable treat to go with a tense situation.

“Harrison set up a trap. That dirty bastard. I should have sliced his throat when I had the chance.” Jon sat in the opposite chair, glaring at himself. So, this is what he would look like in twenty years? What a mess. Like a grape left in the sun.

“Don’t give me that look. I couldn’t stay sexy forever. You try keeping a body like yours after eating so many biscuits. It’s hard.” John laughed, shaking his head. “Yes, Harrison set up this trap. He didn’t even give me time to plan for it. He only called to tell me I had a clone and that you thought I was some sort of scientist. It’s funny, I had the same thought as you did twenty years ago.”

“The same thoughts about what?”

“Killing Harrison. Want to know why I didn’t?”

Jon let out a huff, reluctantly agreeing to know why he didn’t. “Why?”

“Because I believed that despite his unusual efforts, he still had the world’s best interests at heart.”

“And now?”

“Well, now I’m an old man that lives with my beloved Rusty. What I think doesn’t matter. Don’t worry, I don’t intend to kill you. I’m hoping we can talk this through.”

“Maybe.” Jon set his gun on the table, making sure the original knew he hadn’t made his mind up about letting things end peacefully. He was on edge, unable to get comfortable in his seat. John, on the other hand, had hardly moved an inch, chomping down another biscuit.

“Maybe’s enough. So, I heard you’ve gone rogue. Where did they hide your tracker? Mine was in my big toe. Had to peel the nail off to get it. Nasty bugger.”

“Attached to my left kidney.” Jon said, taking the tea. He examined the dog bone mug, shaking his head. How did he have that man’s DNA? He sipped the tea, not even checking it for poison.

“I see they learnt from their last mistake, then. That sounds far more difficult to remove. Not impossible, though. Isn’t that right?” John smiled, a little proud of himself. “They forgot how good I was in my prime.”

“Yes, yes. I’m sure you were a real James Bond. A real 007, Goldeneye of a bastard.” Jon said sarcastically.

“Ha. Bond wishes he was me. More like Clint Eastwood and Bond had a baby while Chuck Norris watched.” John whooped, slapping his knee when he saw Jon’s face scrunch up at the thought.

“Is there a point to this?”

“Yes, there is. Listen, I get what it feels like to be ordered around. Hell, you’ve got more reason to be mad at them than I do, kid. I chose to join Harrison. You never had a choice. That’s where they went wrong. You’re a trained killer. I was some street kid with issues and a high pain tolerance. You’re the perfected version of me. With all the dangerous perks attached. Cut the bullshit. You know I’m as good as I say. You’re part me.”

Jon smiled, enjoying the praise from himself. Feeling superior to the original, like they weren’t even on the same planet of ability. “You’re talented. Not me, but who is?”

“Oh, I could slap me. Our Mother would have put a bar of soap in your mouth if you grew up like me. Rest her soul.” John slid the biscuits forward, allowing Jon to take some.

“Ah, yes. Murdered, right?” He said, detached from the situation entirely. Talking as if he was discussing a news report he saw the other night.

“Yeah.” John sat silent for a moment before continuing. “Kid, I get wanting to kill them. I do. But, you have to be reasonable here, the house always wins. In gambling and in government black book projects. They will get you and they will pay you back for every little thing you’ve done to them.”

“So, what? I have to be their toy until they throw me away?” Jon stood up, the two dogs rushing into the room, staring at their owners, sensing the tension.

“It’s ok, easy babies.” John cooed. “No, I’m not saying that. I’m saying you ditch the whole murder revenge fantasy and find meaning in your life. Look at me. To steal a line from Father and Son by Cat Stevens. I’m old, but I’m happy. I could probably steal a verse from that song now that I think about it.”

“Whats a Cat Stevens?”

“Ugh, younglings. Not important. What I’m saying is, I’ll pull some strings. As much as Harrison would love to have you dissected in a lab for all the trouble you’ve caused him. He also wants this problem to go away. You live a peaceful life and Harrison will leave you alone. Your antics were making the news. He knows killing you will be a headache. You’ll draw too much attention to them. Then next thing you know, some junior journalist fresh out of college starts snooping around. Not even giving them a chance to pay them off before they release some poorly researched article. It’s happened too many times to count.”

“So, I admit defeat?” Jon asked, picking up Sparky, patting his dogs back.

“No, you win by getting to keep your life. You’ve already piddled on their feet with your antics and gotten away with it. No need to provoke them further. Quit while you’re ahead, with your head.” John picked up Rusty, scratching behind his ear. The rust-colored dog kicking his leg at the scratches. Rusty sending a foot into John’s stomach, earning a small oof from the older man.

“Harrison won’t come for me? You’re sure about that?” Jon watched his older self, trying to detect any hint of dishonesty or lying.

“He will watch you for the next five or so years, but he won’t act. He’s smart enough to know when to cut his losses. I’ll talk to him on your behalf. If you mess up, I won’t be able to save you. You only get one chance. Even a drunken barfight could be enough to get him on your ass. So, behave.”

“Got it. So, how did you spend your retirement?” Jon asked, picking his gun up, sliding it back into its holster.

“First five years, I drank heavily and got kicked out of every bar on this side of town. Then, I found this Rusty looking mutt on the side of the road after throwing up. In five whole years, that mutt was the only person who ever checked on me while I was spilling my guts. I took him home after that and gave him a good life. Weirdly enough, he gave me a better life too. Now, I’m another old bloke that likes to read the newspaper and go for a morning walk. It’s a simple life, and it makes me happy.”

“Sounds boring. I’ll find something more interesting to do. Come on Sparky, let’s go.”

Sparky said goodbye to John, getting a treat from the older man to take with him. Sparky happily spun around, almost dropping the treat before he rushed after his owner. John smiled. Shaking his head.

“I was such a bastard. Oh, well. I give him three years before he’s doing the same things as me.” John said, going to grab a biscuit, only to gasp. “Where did I put them?”

Jon sat in his car, scoffing down another biscuit before driving off. Leaving his clone to ponder where the biscuits had gone. After the disappearance of both Jon and the biscuits, John made the call to Harrison. John informing him not only of the Biscuit theft but also of Jon’s decision. Harrison didn’t care about the biscuits, however, he did agree to compensate him for his loss. Anything to get him to stop whining about it. With a deal reached, Harrison called off his agents. Telling them they would keep a watchful eye on Jon from a distance.

#short stories #writing #writing prompt #story #writer

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Like Daughter: How Tananarive Due Portrays The Suffering of Black Women Through Afrofutursim

When I first read “Like Daughter” I had absolutely no clue what to expect. I certainly was not prepared for the emotional rollercoaster that this story would take me on. To start, the artwork for the story is incredible. It shows a Russian nesting doll with the outermost layer discarded, displaying the second doll underneath. On the first Russian doll we see the face of a middle aged Black woman, and on the second doll we see the face of a young Black girl. My first thought was that this young child was perhaps the older woman’s daughter or a younger version of herself. I then immediately thought of the title of the story “Like Daughter” which I believed derived from the phrase “Like mother like daughter”. All of this analysis was done before I had even begun to read the story, but from just the artwork and the title alone I felt as if I knew what this story was going to be about: the complex relationship between a mother and her daughter. And although that is not completely incorrect I was far from the real plot of the story.

What stood out most to me about “Like Daughter” was its portrayal of the pain and suffering many Black women face and the deep-seated desire of those women to be able to live a life free from all they were subjected to. This is perfectly encapsulated in the character of Denise. From a young age, she had to endure things that no child should ever have to experience. She suffered from physical abuse from her father and sexual abuse from her uncle, all while she was still in elementary school. In comparison, Paige, our narrator, is written almost as a foil to Denise. Their lives were careening down two tracks going in very opposite directions. Whereas Denise’s home life was in shambles, Paige had two parents who loved each other and cared for her. This distinction does not go unnoticed by the characters themselves. Paige often questions what circumstances led to her and Denise leading such drastically different lives. She wonders “was it only an accident that my own father never hit me, never stayed away from home for even a night, and almost never came from work without hugging me and telling me I was his Smart Little Baby-Doll?” (Due, 7). Denise even mentions to Paige that “In my next life, I’m coming back you for sure” (Due, 7). With this line, Professor Due is giving the reader a glimpse of Denise’s desire to have a “redo” of her own life. To live again minus all of the pain and suffering and all of the mistakes she made. However, the big reveal doesn’t come until later in the story when Paige explains the short lived phenomena of “copycat babies”. It was at that moment that everything clicked for me. Denise’s daughter, who throughout the entirety of the story has been referred to as “little Neecy”, is Denise herself. A perfect replica, a clone, a copycat. Paige comments that she had no clue why Denise chose to go through with the procedure, but I think that the answer is pretty clear. Denise wanted to give herself a chance to do life over again. She wanted to raise herself the way she should have been raised. She wanted to give herself a good life.

Through Afrofuturism, Professor Due was able to perfectly articulate a Black woman’s desire to live a life without restraint. From such a young age, Black women are forced to grow up. We are over sexualized, forced to subdue our emotions lest we get branded as “angry” or “sassy”, and we are unable to live life as freely as the people around us. Professor Due took that concept, and turned it into a beautifully artistic Afrofuturist story that was as heartbreaking as it was moving. As I got to the end of the story, in a very full circle moment, I couldn’t help but think about the image of the Russian nesting doll. About how the older Denise was laying discarded on the side while the young, innocent, and untouched Denise stood tall in the middle. In a twisted way, I think this story is about hope. The hope that in one way or another, Denise is able to have a good life like she had always wanted.

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literallydontlook · 2 years

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Things might just stay the same

Pairing: Captain Rex x f!reader

Rating: Mature/explicit (a lemon - if you don't know what this means, you might not be old enough to read - no minors)

WC: 3.5K+

Warnings: Angst and smut, unprotected PiV, oral (m receiving), fingering, swearing. Inclusivity of reader inserts is very important to me, but there's a plot device involving hickeys that I could not figure a way around. I did some research and concluded it's unlikely bruising like that would appear on very very dark skin, but if you have personal evidence to the contrary (or after reading this have another idea), please let me know!

Summary: Hiding an illegal relationship gets hard.

A/N: So...my fingers slipped and I wrote another Rex thing. Is this gonna be a whole (to take @djarinsbeskar's words) relaxed fit universe thing? I don't know.

It takes place sometime after Things Could Be Different but I'm pretty sure you can read this as a standalone. What started as sexy daydreaming about my favorite clone captain turned into the big sad, so you've been warned. Kudos to @twistedstitcher27 for the inspiration 👀

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“So I noticed you and Rego were getting pretty friendly last night.”

Padmé smirks with a subtle nod towards your neck and you gasp while slapping your hand to cover the love bites marring the skin there.

Kriff — in your haste to dress this morning, you hadn’t noticed the marks sucked into your skin in the dim fresher lighting. If only you’d opted to wear the higher necked tunic. Padmé laughs softly while reaching into a pocket to pull out a silken handkerchief and hand it to you. Maker, she’s always so thoughtful — a wonderful friend and colleague — and you shoot her a look of gratitude as you tie it around your neck. You feel a pang of guilt for keeping secrets from her.

“I’m just glad to see you’ve found someone.”

—

Fives feels awful. He’s seen the way Rex looks at you and he was certain you returned at least some of those feelings. But now, trailing behind you and the senator as part of her security escort, he’s overheard evidence to the contrary. Why did he have to tease his brother about you so much?

Fives is a good soldier but he also knows how to have a good time, how to toe the line and indulge once in awhile. But Rex always seems to carry the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. His brothers look up to him, depend on him, so he sets a good example. Duty before self. And the one time the man shows real interest in a woman…

Fives turns towards Rex — he had to have heard their conversation too — but it’s impossible to tell what his expression is under the bucket. He flips to Rex’s private comm frequency, containing the sound of their voices to the seclusion of their helmets.

“Sorry, mate.”

Rex turns his head towards him in brief acknowledgement but doesn’t break stride.

“Sorry for what?”

Fives rolls his eyes. Of course he’d try and bury his feelings.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Rex doesn’t respond. They’ve finally reached the hangar where the motorcade awaits the Senator and her staff. The two troopers dutifully stand guard as you meet and greet with local officials and confirm the itinerary for her press engagements following the diplomatic discussions.

And then Rego appears, touching your elbow flirtatiously in a familiar greeting. Fives can hear him make up some bantha shit excuse to ride in your speeder and he rolls his eyes. Maker, how can someone as down-to-earth as you fall for this self important prick?

“Oh come oooon. This guy is laying it on so thick. How can she be into this?!” He groans into his helmet. Rex doesn’t flinch.

“Watch it, Fives. We are guests on Scipio and Mr. Zapal is Senator Clovis’s Chief of Staff. Their personal lives are none of our business. It is our duty to be respectful as long as we are planetside.”

Fives turns his head towards Rex incredulously, and even though he knows he can’t see his face, he hopes his brother can feel how sorry he is — that his dream girl is falling for another man and Rex can’t do anything about it.

—

Rex’s jaw is set, his teeth grinding, as he watches Rego unabashedly flirt with you. As you actually smile back and giggle at his jokes. Since when did you giggle? He takes deep, calming breaths. He knows this is all for his own protection.

“We can’t let anyone catch on,” you whispered softly one night, hand tracing the scar at the center of Rex’s bare chest, legs intertwined with his beneath the sheets.

He looked into your eyes lovingly while rubbing his thumb over your cheek, “We won’t.”

That night you had both agreed, that in order to avoid suspicion, you may have to occasionally pretend to flirt with or accept dinner invitations from other men.

So Rex knows you feel nothing for Rego Zapal. But it doesn’t make it any less painful to watch him shamelessly pursue you.

And then there’s Fives. He knows that his brother means well, but there’s apparently there’s no hiding his feelings from him. Was Rex really that bad of an actor?

He feels guilty for lying to his vod, especially when he’s trying to be so supportive, but Rex couldn’t very well tell him he’s already had you once last night and twice this morning.

“Oh Maker Rex, just like that!”

Water cascaded down your back, little droplets dribbling down your breasts, the tip of your nose, over your eyelids and obscuring your vision. Rex had you bent over, hands braced against the shower wall as he took you from behind, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he pounded into you. The lewd squelching and slapping sounds of his cock moving through your walls and his hips meeting your ass were only amplified by the water, echoing against the tiled surfaces.

He had woken well before the sun so he could sneak back to his own quarters undetected. Careful not to wake you, he had padded quietly to your fresher in the dark and only turned the lights on once the door had slid closed. There was a handprint smeared across the mirror and the memory of fucking you up against the sink last night made Rex’s cock stir. Once he was standing under the warm spray, he couldn’t help but close his eyes and take himself in hand with thoughts of how he had taken you on almost every surface of your temporary suite after dinner — after that prick, Rego, had tried to invite himself to your quarters for some intimacy. Rex thought about how you had screamed his name, about how you promised that you were his, how he was the only one you’d let come inside your warm walls. He had been so lost in his fantasy, so painfully hard, that he didn’t hear the fresher door swish open and closed until you spoke.

“Do you want some help?”

Rex had opened his eyes to see you standing outside the shower, eyes still droopy from sleep and fully nude, and he swore before opening the shower door to pull you in as you laughed at his eagerness.

Later, after you had sucked him off under the running water and he was getting dressed, he felt his cock stir again watching you, clothed only in a delicate robe, bending over the vanity to apply makeup in the mirror. He knew time was running out, but Maker he could never get enough of you.

Rex slid his arms around you from behind, pressing his cock against your back and sliding a hand into your open robe to cup your breast. You whimpered as he rolled a nipple between his fingers and buried his face into your neck.

“Fuck, Rex. Again?” He only nodded as he sucked the delicate flesh at the base of your neck into his mouth and began grinding himself against you. Turning your head to the side, you barely caught his lips in a desperate kiss as you ground your ass back into him.

“Mmmm Ok, but don’t smudge my makeup. I don’t have time to do it again,” you murmured. He had you coming on his fingers moments later and then again on his cock as he pumped you full of his spend just as the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon. He hurried to snap on the rest of his armor and kiss you sweetly before reaching to slide the door open, but you grabbed his arm and pulled him back. You looked into his eyes with an expression Rex wasn’t able to decipher.

“Rex, I -“ you started before pausing to chew on your lip. I think I’m in love with you, you thought. Shaking your head, you decided against a hurried confession and shot him a tired smile instead.

“Don’t get caught.”

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Nobody was more annoyed with Senator Clovis’s presence aboard the transport back to Coruscant than General Skywalker. Well, nobody except Rex, but he apparently had a lot more self-control than the Jedi Knight, who had aggressively taken the seat next to Senator Amidala during take off while Rex had strategically placed himself as far away from you as possible. Was everyone on the Jedi Council really that oblivious? Or was everyone around Skywalker just pretending he didn’t have a secret wife?

Clovis’s chief of staff had, of course, chosen a seat next to you, while trying not-so-subtly to get your comm frequency. Rex grits his teeth while eavesdropping on the conversation. He’s excitedly telling you about a rooftop restaurant his friend recently opened in the senate district and that he’d love to take you sometime.

Rex can’t tell if Rego is actually a bad guy or if he’s just upset because he’s being so forward with his lover. But after further reflection, it sort of seems like he’s just desperate to woo you and Rex decides he can’t really blame him. You deserve to be adored. To be swept off your feet. To be with a man that can be with you in public. Who can take you to nice dinners and shower you with gifts. Who can see you for more than a few days between deployments.

It feels so selfish to want to keep you for himself like a rare bird in a cage, singing your sweet song just for him, but dammit Rex thinks…well — he thinks he might be head over heels in love with you. He visibly stiffens at the realization.

“That’s a wonderful idea, Rego!” Senator Clovis interjects, “Padmé, why don’t the four of us all have dinner together — my treat — and then watch a show at the Galaxies Opera House in my family’s private viewing box?”

General Skywalker audibly snarls at the suggestion but even he knows better than to object too openly.

“That sounds lovely, Rush. What do you think?” Padmé looks to you coyly — she has more tact than Fives, but she, too, is determined to get her friend laid — and you’ve frozen, unable to think of a legitimate way to bow out gracefully.

You do your best impersonation of a woman legitimately excited for this invitation and nod enthusiastically.

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to go,” you say with a tight smile.

Rego touches your arm affectionately and he beams at you, “Why don’t we exchange frequencies so we can hammer out the details?” And that’s how you find yourself sharing your very personal contact information with a man you have no interest in seeing romantically. You feel a little bad for leading him on, but your sense of dread is stronger than any guilt you may feel. Maybe you should have played your role a little less convincingly.

—

Communicating with Rex is always a little tricky, not to mention risky. Unless you’re face to face, in the privacy of a locked room, there’s always a chance of leaving a trail, some sort of evidence that can lead to decommissioning or some other terrible fate. You know this but you’re still disappointed when you don’t hear from him after returning to Coruscant. He and Fives had marched off of the transport immediately after landing and you just couldn’t find him after shaking Rego off.

A week later, General Skywalker barges into Senator Amidala’s office unannounced and your heart leaps into your throat hoping to see Rex trailing after him, but you have no such luck. As has become customary, Padmé asks for a private audience with the general and you’re left to wait outside alone. Everything feels wrong without Rex to keep you company in the hallway where you’d spent countless hours together before your affair.

Maker he’s cute, you thought, finally ready to admit to yourself that you may have a crush on the clone captain. And even though he shared the same handsome face with millions of others, you somehow found yourself especially attracted to him. Maybe it was that he exuded confidence without sacrificing his humility. That he was a strong soldier and a firm leader with a soft heart. Or that his lips quirked to only one side when he smiled.

It was the third time you and Rex had found yourself exiled from Padmé’s office just that week and maybe the 15th time in two months. General Skywalker’s frequent visits with the senator were anything but subtle.

You secretly loved this time alone with him. After the the general’s first interruption and subsequent banishment to the hall, you and the captain had become fast friends. Conversation with him was the easiest thing in the world and he made you laugh as much as he made your heart race and your stomach turn.

“Ah… hold on. You’ve got something on your face,” Rex reached out to gently brush your lip with his thumb, “I think it’s a crumb,” he said with a chuckle.

Your eyes locked with his and your breath caught in your throat before coughing to hide your fluster.

“Hah - well, that’s embarrassing.” You said with a laugh before looking back at him shyly, “thanks,” and you nearly choked when he flashed you a crooked smile.

Kriff - you had it bad.

Padmé’s door finally slides open and you catch the end of General Skywalker saying his goodbyes as he emerges from her office.

“I’ll try comming you later when we jump to hyperspace.” He calls back over his shoulder to her as he makes his way out, almost colliding with you in his haste.

Your ears perk up. Did you just hear that right?

“General — I didn’t realize you were shipping out so soon. Is the entire battalion deploying?” you pry, hoping not to arouse too much suspicion. Anakin seems too focused on returning to base, so he doesn’t give your question much thought.

“Yep. Just a little relief mission. Should be back in a few weeks tops.” He says while looking at a data pad, “Is there something you need?”

Your stomach drops. Why hadn’t Rex told you about his departure? You decide not to ask too many questions to maintain your detached professionalism.

“No no no! I’m just surprised. Hadn’t heard anything about it until now,” you chew on a nail nervously. “May the Force be with you, General.”

He salutes you before taking off. Panic begins to seize control of your body, gripping your heart and sending shocks of electricity to your fingertips. You struggle not to scream or break down crying or maybe both. Taking a deep, calming breath you reason that perhaps he’s just been drowning in GAR related business. He’s captain of the 501st for crying out loud.

“Hey Padmé?” You poke your head back into her office, “I’ve got another meeting to run to.” A bold faced lie.“Can we table this conversation until tomorrow?”

She smiles and waves you off, “No worries. I’ll see you then.”

Why didn’t he tell you?

You lock your office door and fumble around your desk drawers nervously looking for your second commlink — the burner used only for emergencies.

Your hands shake as you input Rex’s private frequency and you pause your finger above the call button. Time is ticking. If you don’t reach him before the transport reaches the Resolute, you might not get a chance until he returns. This piece of shit commlink doesn’t have the kind of range to reach a ship hurdling through hyperspace.

Why didn’t he tell you?

You’re overreacting, you tell yourself. He probably just didn’t have a chance. But there’s a knot in the pit of your stomach, a sickening feeling that something isn’t right.

You hit call.

It rings and rings and rings for far too long and you’re ready to hang up when the blue image of Rex’s helmeted bust finally flickers to life. You breathe a sigh of relief.

“Maker, Rex! I know I’m sorry I’m only supposed to use this for emergencies but I heard that you’re deploying today and I haven’t heard from you in days and I was so worri—“ Rex cuts off your rambling.

“I know I know. I’m sorry.”

You offer him a worried smile.

“I have to make this quick. I don’t have a lot of time.” Rex rubs the back of his neck, a habit you’d learned meant he was about to say something uncomfortable.

“Listen,” he says your name carefully, “…I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

Your whole world suddenly collapses and you’re trying to make your way through a dark tunnel but the walls are quickly closing in and it’s suffocating. Your ears feel like they’re stuffed with cotton and the sound of your pulse is way too loud. You blink back tears threatening to spill down your cheeks and you can’t seem to find your voice.

“Im sorry…What?”

—

The rest of the trip back to Coruscant had been excruciating. After realizing he was in kriffing love with you, Rex spent the next 7 hours on an emotional rollercoaster, eavesdropping on your conversation with Rego and analyzing every word escaping both of your lips.

At first, Rex could roll his eyes at Rego’s pathetic attempts to impress you. Talks about his luxury speeder, his penthouse suite on Coruscant, and the celebrities he knew weren’t likely to woo you. After all, you come from some money yourself and Rex knew you intimately enough that he knew your priorities lie elsewhere.

It wasn’t until Rego began genuinely asking you questions about yourself that Rex felt his first pang of jealousy. He tried to remind himself that this was all an act — a protective measure to keep your illegal relationship with a clone trooper hidden from prying eyes. But the way your eyes lit up and the easy conversation flowing between you and him confused Rex’s fragile heart.

Pretty soon, he began to realize how much you actually shared in common with this nat born, how much better off you’d be with someone from your world, and how Rex had nothing to offer you himself. After all, he’s just a credit-less clone trooper, property of the Galactic Republic, barely considered human.

What did you even see in him? How could you love someone like him the way he loved you?

By the time they touched down in Coruscant, Rex had had enough. Gritting his teeth, he marched off the transport without sparing you a second glance. Fives had followed him to the barracks and had clasped a hand on Rex’s shoulder sympathetically.

“She doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

And for the first time that day, he agreed with his brother.

Rex stewed for a whole week, letting his insecurity and feelings of inadequacy fester and taint the warmth of his tender feelings for you. His inner monologue turned downright venomous.

She’s going to want things you can’t give her.

She’ll toss you aside as soon as she gets tired of sneaking around.

You’re a novelty to her. Just some forbidden fruit.

By the time you had commed him, moments before redeploying, Rex was ready to end things. To free himself from the stress of maintaining an illegal relationship with a nat born. To protect himself from what he saw was inevitable heartbreak. After all, his body was the only thing anyone was ever interested in. As a soldier for the Republic, and to you, as a good fuck. How could you want anything else from him?

“Listen…I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

He wasn’t prepared for the devastation in your eyes or the quiver of your lip, and it almost breaks his resolve. Buried beneath his embittered feelings, he finds his heart still beats for you.

“Im sorry…What?”

Rex sighs. He can hear his brothers loading onto the transport. They’re due on the Resolute in 30 minutes and he doesn’t have time to have a long, heartfelt discussion. He can just make out the tears beginning to stream down your face through the garbled holo image.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but this was a mistake.”

“Rex, please - can we talk about th—“

“D’you think this is a game? This is my life. I could be court-martialed,” he growls into his comm and you’re taken aback.

“What? No. I know the stakes, but I want to take that chance.” You’re pleading with him now, the pressure of your quickly diminishing time together sending you into a tailspin. You’re hanging off a cliff, scrabbling the edge desperately to find something - anything - solid to hold on to.

“Well it’s not really your neck on the line is it.” Rex knows he’s gone too far as soon as the words are out of his mouth. He might be risking recomissioning or decommissioning or some other terrible fate, but you’re also putting your life, reputation, and whole career on the line to be with him. He can see the deep hurt written across your face as if he’d actually reached straight into your chest to crush your heart in his hand.

“F-fuck you, Rex,” you grit out before cutting the link. Rex stares at the space where your face had been, tears streaming down his own cheeks and soaking the padding lining his helmet. He should be relieved. With the stress of being caught — of decommissioning — lifted, he should be relieved.

So why does he hurt so much?

[Part 3]

A/N: I'M SORRY I HURT YOU REX 🥺

Tagging some Rex sluts and people who interacted with Things Could Be Different* (PLEASE let me know if you don't want to be tagged I swear I will not be offended): @twistedstitcher27 @theangstyboiblog @elledjarin @theroguesully @whore4rex @asta-lily @book-of-baba-fett @rowansparrow @djarrex @cheesemachine44 @reginagina @happy-beeeps @dazedcowboi @rexandechosandwich @frasmotic @tsundere-cherry-girl @fandomtrashwhore @madameminor

*Ok I know there was also someone who asked to be on this taglist and I cannot find the comment and I procrastinated so I don't remember who it was anymore I'M SORRY FOR MY INCOMPETENCE

#rex x reader #rex x you #rex x f!reader #rex x female!reader #captain rex x you #captain rex x f!reader #captain rex x female!reader #clone troopers #ct 7567

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thememerman · 3 years

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Can we just,.,.accept that both Crosshair and Hunter had their reasons for doing what they did?? And honestly neither of them really did anything wrong??

Hunter left Crosshair because he tried to kill them. He didn’t understand anything about the chip, he really thought Crosshair had just lost his mind. And as soon as he learned about it and how to fix it, we immediately jumped to episode 8 where Crosshair tried to incinerate them with a jet engine. He tried to communicate that the chip was affecting him, and Crosshair didn’t care. Hunter couldn’t even get himself or Omega out of that situation unharmed. He had no way to snag Crosshair from his squadron of stormtroopers out for murder. After Bracca, Hunter was focused on getting Omega back because she’s just a kid; she isn’t with the empire, she hasn’t been chasing them down and almost killing them. From Hunter’s POV, the possibility of getting Crosshair to come with them willingly or even at all is looking bleak and even though he knows it’s not Crosshair’s fault, he’s been so overwhelmed with trying to keep the people relying on him safe and right now he doesn’t think Crosshair is relying on him. And honestly, how were they even supposed to know where Crosshair was half the time? He wasn’t on Kamino 24/7 and the Batch isn’t exactly swimming in imperial informants. But that aside, of course he was thinking about Crosshair; Hunter is loyal to a fault and you can just see the emotional pain that flashes across his face whenever Crosshair is mentioned because that’s his little brother and he couldn’t save him and he feels like he failed. Hunter never was and I don’t think ever can be indifferent when it comes to the people he loves. Whether you like it or not, Hunter was trying his best to keep everyone safe and stop running suicide missions because the galaxy was changing and he was trying to change too. He did nothing wrong.

Now Crosshair.

To all of you calling him a Nazi and saying that the animators and writers intentionally lightened his skin just to make a racist show of dominance, stop it. He was referring to their genetic enhancements being superior. That’s it. He’s always hated regs because let’s be fair the regs were never exactly good to him either (AFTERMATH). Now let’s just take a look at how the chip works shall we!! We know from Rex and Wrecker that clones know what they’re doing while under control of the chip and they’re powerless to stop themselves. So we know in Aftermath that the chip was strengthened to an insane degree, and Crosshair could still see himself taking head shots on his brothers and trying to murder them and he couldn’t stop no matter how badly he wanted to. He was powerless. And then the Batch left; at this point he probably understands that his brothers had to go. They’d regroup. They’d know this wasn’t his fault and they’d come back.

Months pass. Crosshair doesn’t know about the solemn looks the Batch exchange when he’s mentioned. Crosshair doesn’t know that they can barely get food for themselves. Crosshair doesn’t know that Wrecker has flat out said he misses him. Crosshair doesn’t know how Tech said “it doesn’t appear he’ll be needing it” with a twinge of sadness in his voice while giving Omega his comm. Crosshair doesn’t know how much Hunter hates himself for leaving and that Hunter was always planning on going back to him someday because someday he’d have the perfect plan and he could save everyone this time. How could Crosshair know?

More time passes. Crosshair probably still has his chip on but he’s still in there, watching himself become more and more important to the Empire. No rescue attempts. Not one. How awful does he have to feel?? They went to get Echo out of Skako with no backup and they didn’t even know Echo and they can’t go back for him? And here’s the Empire, giving him power and some semblance of control. Things are changing fast and now he has nobody but himself to adjust with, and besides, he’s always had an egotistical side so maybe being a commander and putting the regs in their place isn’t so bad to him after all. He’s alone. He adapts or he dies, that’s the job and that’s all he has now.

Onto Bracca!! If Crosshair is telling the truth about getting his chip out, I firmly believe it had to have been after the events of Reunion. It wouldn’t make sense otherwise; “if I wanted you dead, you would be” sweetheart giving the order to have them incinerated and starting to walk away really seems like you wanted them dead and then going from ordering Omega to be executed to telling Hunter that if he cares about her he should let her go and be safe away from them??? You can’t tell me that Bracca!Crosshair wouldn’t have dragged Omega back into the training room and killed her right there just to keep them from choosing her over him. So let’s just assume for now that Crosshair wasn’t lied to and his chip is out (I’m still holding onto a scrap of hope to the contrary because A. there’s no scar B. HE’S STILL HOLDING HIS HEAD and C. my boy isn’t making any SENSE he just killed off a bunch of Imperial stormtroopers to convince the Batch to join his Empire that he cares so much about??) it had to have happened after Bracca I said what I said idc. If the chip is out, I’m sure his head is still an absolute foggy mess because lord only knows what cranking those chips up to full strength several times will do to you, but suddenly he’s realizing that he’s still angry with them. He’s still hurt. He’s still very much alone. Maybe they never cared about him at all.

And don’t get me started on any “if he did any of this willingly he is irredeemable” garbage. How many times did Kallus almost kill the Ghost crew?? I’m sorry, was it not Kallus who ordered the Lasat genocide?? Don’t take this the wrong way, I adore Kallus and his redemption arc was one of the most beautiful things about Rebels but the point is if he can do all of those horrible things for the Empire for years and is still allowed a redemption stemming from realizing everything he thought he was fighting for was a fiction, THEN SO IS CROSSHAIR. With that side note out of the way let’s think about how alone and betrayed Crosshair feels by the Batch and let’s realize that after they left Ryloth, after they left him again, what does he want?? He wants them. He doesn’t want to kill them, he doesn’t want them imprisoned and he doesn’t want to make them pay. He wants to fight side by side with them again, he wants his brothers back. And even though he’s so beyond hope that they still care about him, heck he literally said “don’t make the same mistake twice; don’t make me your enemy” he thinks they were enemies and he still cares about them so freaking much that he went through an entire elaborate scheme to get the whole Batch on Kamino and set up the stormtroopers’ deaths to prove his loyalty that they could have if they just gave him some of their loyalty too. “Loyalty means everything to the clones” is starting to get a really bitter taste innit??

The point of this longwinded rant my friends is to beg y’all to stop being so black and white about these two. They’re both human, they both have made mistakes and have regrets, they’re both trying their best to survive in a galaxy flipped upside down. Things played out how they had to and they’re both victims of the real villain of Star Wars, who has always been Palpatine. The fact that there is so much to unpack with these two characters shows how flipping amazing the writers are!! They’re so layered and complex it’s literally like they’re real!! So please. Stop hating on them so freaking loudly. They’re my boys and they both deserve a warm hug and a nap after the season they’ve had

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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

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