#it's telling that the clones don't even like falter at this

[aashi-heartfilia]

Ochako's arc in the FINAL saga has been phenomenal and people love to shit on it!!

Ever since the final act began, Ochako has been one of the major game changers!! It all started with ch 306 when Deku left UA. THIS WAS THE START OF THE FINAL SAGA AND WE ALREADY GOT AN EPIC MONOLOGUE FROM OCHAKO ABOUT HEROES, HEROISM...AND THE HERO SOCIETY!

Heroes were being sifted out. If heroes were defined as those people called for, then the heroes disappeared that day. But even so, there were still those standing up.

When asked about "All for One" Endeavour said "I don't know" in order for no stones to be thrown at Deku and All Might.

But if a hero is a figure that never falters then who is for them when they are in pain?

It was such an emotional punch on her face, because the person she considered as a true hero was thrown into an open field full of dangerous villains to fight.

And the next time we see her, she has already grown so much as a person and as a hero.

Despite the odds she convinced the angry civilians to let Deku stay and recover. She understood that even heroes are people and they need help. Her build up as the next All Might starts from here, not in terms of power but in terms of impact she made or she will make on people's hearts.

It gave an answer to her own question, WHO SAVES THE HEROES WHEN THEY ARE IN PAIN?

Even Principal Nezu acknowledged that "Tolerance, lack of understanding, we are just one step away as humanity struggles to make progress. Taking the first step is always hard, but taking a step at a time like this will lead to the birth of a true hero, one that will surpass All Might"

The story clearly tells us to watch Ochako as she becomes the Hero of Heroes, the 'ultimate' hero that will surpass even All Might and yet people sleep over this plot and call her an underdeveloped character.

I know, she wasn't the main focus of the story for the longest time, but ever since Horikoshi started giving her the attention she deserved, her storyline has been superb!!

Her story starts with the realisation that even heroes are normal people that need help and as the society has fallen into chaos, it will need the support from everyone to fix everything.

Both heroes and the civilians will have to cooperate for a better future where they can all smile together but in the same speech, she realised that even people like Toga came in that list. She also deserves to smile and that when her arc of understanding/saving the villains starts.

This arc had been building up in the background for a long time but just in two chapters, Horikoshi actually highlighted the major conflict between the two and I dare say it was done even better than Deku and Shigaraki who had no major build up or tension between them other than their chat at the mall which was like 5 seasons ago.

Now, in the actual battle she held her own against Toga despite being pushed into a corner again and again by Toga's clones, and managed to get her point across.

Even though Toga stabbed her, even though Toga held Tsuyu hostage, even though everything was falling in chaos, she saw the sadness inside of Toga and made it weightless, just like her quirk.

Also, heroes were literally dying with Twice's clones!!! And they were spread to all battlefields!! If it hadn't been for Ochako, maybe the entire Todoroki family, Iida, Hawks and various other heroes would have died!!

This was literally her "I AM HERE!!" moment!!!

After her quirk awakening, after her confrontation with Toga, after saving Tsu, Jirou, Hawks and various other heroes at the GUNGA BATTLEFIELD, people calling Ochako an underdeveloped character will never not be funny to me. Horikoshi even stated it word-to-word for people who were reading this manga with their brains closed...

UNDERUTILISED YES, but UNDERDEVELOPED? NO!! NO!! NO!!

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[genshxn]

*emerges from damp cave, throws this at you and disappears again*

you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

as inspired by the fact that dottore is very likely wearing a harness or some shit under his shirt 👍

(calling dottore a manwhore (half-jokingly); yanking that mfer around or smth idk; also not beta read lmao) this is a leel bit spicy???? i think? i have no idea anymore lmao

he certainly seemed to love talking. did he just love the sound of his own voice that much? with a loud sigh, you leaned your head on your wrist, barely processing anything he was saying. you heard the words, but they mostly just glazed over you.

something something clones... fancy-biology term you've heard maybe once... more clone bullshit... more words flew over your head. so instead, your attention instead wandered to his attire. that was a fancy new look he had, you thought. it was about as pompous as he was with the feathers and glowing accents.

what caught your attention the most was the harness he had on. it's such an expected choice of wardrobe for him, almost laughably so. you silently wondered what would happen if you pulled on it? of course, you weren't going to try such a thing. yet.

your eyes continued to wander over him slowly. he paced around in front of his desk, occasionally stopping to lean on it, or make some sort of exaggerated gesture.

"so i thought that sort of technology would maybe work for some sort of clone, but without him actually here, it's a bit hard to recreate it, y'know... are you even paying attention?" dottore sat back against his desk with his hands behind him, propping himself up. you couldn't see his eyes hidden by his mask, but you knew he was staring right at you with near-tangible annoyance.

"yep." no you weren't.

"really now? then do tell me what i was just talking about."

"i don't know, but i was paying attention to you. what's up with that new outfit?"

"i've been talking to... perhaps more at you for the past two hours and you only notice my clothes now?" dottore's head tilted in perplexity. you were barely paying him any attention of any sort, so yeah, it took you a little bit.

you could understand everything he was saying perfectly fine now, you were just actively choosing to ignore him. "what's up with that choker, huh?"

you couldn't see the expression his eyes were making, but you knew that his slightly agape jaw was a look of complete disbelief. you got up from your seated position across from him and approached him in front of his desk. you leaned in just enough that you could feel faint warmth radiating off him, but still without contact. he instinctually backed up just a tiny bit from you. "...what?"

"oh, look at that. looks like it connects to something under that shirt." you slipped two fingers underneath his choker and pulled them towards the connecting ring in the middle.

"oh my archons, what do you want?" dottore's voice sounded even and impatient, but his quickly preceding swallow suggested otherwise. it was getting easier to read him. (at least this clone)

"to see where this leads, you manwhore." you pulled his head down to your level to mutter into his ear.

"EXCUSE M—" dottore pulled back indignantly, but he was quickly interrupted by your succinct movements. you flicked his beak-like mask upwards, revealing the rest of his face and his bright red eyes beneath. then you yanked the ring of the choker again with greater force and slammed your lips against his.

you leaned into him, bearing more of your weight on him as he began to falter. he wanted to put his hands on you, but he was only going to fall over if he moved them anywhere. he would be even further at your disposal if he was lying on the desk. but he didn't quite want to risk that right now.

your free hand found its way into his mint-coloured hair. it's exceptionally soft under your fingers as you practically manhandled him. your strong grip was admittedly the only thing keeping him upright.

your other hand had begun to work its way down the middle strap of the choker, only to be interrupted by his done-up collar. but that wouldn't stop you, not now, and not before. you undid the blue cravat with one hand and slipped it off him, then moved to singlehandedly undo the top few buttons. you were quite good with your hands, being part of the fatui. being dottore's 'assistant' also helped.

his legs began to feel weak. he was slipping, knuckles turning white from their grip on the desk. he was trying so hard not to fall back.

breath be damned, you thought as you pulled back with a gasp of air. both of you panted, pupils blown wide. his pale face was dusted in a blush. his collar was a mess, by your handiwork. but your suspicions were confirmed. it definitely seemed like he had some sort of harness on, as the middle still continued down over his sternum and further below.

"sorry, i kinda just wanted to make you shut up," you said as you finally caught your breath again. "you talk way too much."

now it was dottore's turn to ignore what you were saying. "hah, who would have thought that a simple change in wardrobe would make you act this way?"

"you say that like it was intentional?" you raised your eyebrow at him.

"who knows, maybe it was?" he shrugged.

"my lord, you really are a manwhore," you quickly said before shoving him down onto the desk, this time working his bound-up coat off.

LMAO SORRY THIS IS SO GOOFY.

DOTTORE'S NEW FIT GOT ME ACTING UP

#woah look i'm writing something original for once #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #yes i am capitalizing on tags #dottore #man these tags are a mess. sorry for talking so much here lmao #reason this isn't canon relevant rn is cuz i've played like 30 mins of the archon quest lmao #i'm behind as fuuuuuck boi #it’s dottore shit idiot brain fungus hours

[vodika-vibes]

Cody taking baby Vali to go mess with his batch mates & general 😂

Cody's like, "The baby is adorable and I love her, and I'm absolutely going to use her to play a prank on my brothers."

General Kenobi stares at the baby slumbering peacefully in his Commander's arms, and tries to determine if the baby is his or not. Naturally, Cody is less than helpful with this endeavor. "Commander," Obi-Wan eventually says, "I wasn't aware that you were a father." "Weren't you?" Cody asks as he adjusts the sling carrying little Vali and then scans the datapad in his hand, "Are you seeing this osik, ad'ika? I'm surrounded by morons." Baby Vali babbles something, and Cody nods solemnly, "You're very right. I should make them run laps." "Commander," Obi-Wan tries, "May I ask why she's blonde?" Cody shoots him a dirty look, "You can't just ask people why they're blonde, General. That's rude." "I just meant that she looks a lot like Rex-" Cody's dirty look becomes even dirtier, "I bet we all look the same to you, don't we?" Obi-Wan falters, "You're literally clones of each other-" "You see, ad'ika. Awful, terrible people-" "Don't tell her that!" Obi-Wan sputters. "And now I can't even talk to my own ad'ika without getting scolded-"

#star wars #star wars au #clone creche

[argumate]

so I finally watched Dune (Villeneuve's) and it was entertaining, pretty much what I expected, I'm glad I watched it.

it has some good visuals, some decent actors, a dramatic score, possibly over-dramatic but that's appropriate.

the space scenes were excellent, cold and inhuman like 2001, vast geometric shapes moving in unnerving ways.

I liked the blocky solidity of the palaces, the theatrical effect of the empty spaces and the subtle decoration in the rooms.

that damn bull though -- they kept cutting back to it but what did it really signify? it represents the cruelty and capriciousness of the Old Duke, a trace of which should be visible in Duke Leto, but I don't think we see that at all in this film, perhaps it just represents another bold gamble taken and lost.

I imagined the fief on Caladan as being more like the Mediterranean, Aegean, or Indian Ocean in character, more suited to the Greco-Roman, Byzantine, and Persian influences that you imagine would describe the Atreides, but somehow it ended up more... Scottish?? the Atreides legions fight like a (distressingly undisciplined) hoplite phalanx but march out to bagpipes, maybe it's supposed to be an example of traditional Greek bagpipes, I don't know

at any rate the cliffs over the sea are dramatic and it's fun watching Paul stalk about dressed like a goth Victorian schoolboy as his father comfortingly tells him that he doesn't need to take on the burden of the family legacy if he doesn't want to (while the tombs of a dozen generations of his ancestors watch on in silent reproach)

I felt that the drama and pageantry of the introduction faltered a little when they reached the city of Arrakeen, which was a disappointing muddle of generic computer generated dusty metal that seemed very slapdash and poorly thought out compared to all the other settings, undermining the battle over it which was to come.

(and the battle was uninspiring, watching the feared Atreides legions run out in their pyjamas in disarray to face foes they didn't even notice were coming until after they arrived)

I'm quite familiar with the Dune books so it was interesting watching the movie and seeing how the sheer number of characters made it impossible to give many of them any meaningful characterisation or emotional development.

I was very pleased to see Chang Chen playing Doctor Yueh, but he is given no time to demonstrate his affection for Paul and Jessica nor the helpless compulsion that drives him to betray them, while Gurney and Duncan chew the scenery as best they can but can't quite convince you that they actually serve any purpose in the story (Paul's son is going to bring back a thousand clones of Aquaman?) and the Reverend Mother does a good job but has lost the nuances she had in the book ("I must have wanted you to fail").

"the Beast" Rabban portrayed by Dave Bautista (love that guy!) was one stand out I thought, mostly because this brute of a man comes across as nothing but a scared child next to his uncle, providing an excellent contrast for the nihilistic menace of the slug-like baron.

the baron is-- absurd of course, I mean he's even more absurd in the book, a corpulent flamboyant cackling caricature of a man, you could say this take is boringly toned down or you could say it's ludicrously over the top (he bathes in black sludge? seriously? you have to admire his commitment to the aesthetic, even if that's a Shrek move) but it's basically impossible to film a guy like this in a believable way and you just have to go for it.

the scene that sold the baron for me is when he's tucking into a solo banquet with his semi-conscious cousin Leto draped naked over a chair at the other side of the crazy long table, then when Yueh is brought in he activates his suspensors and silently rises into the air like a squid and drifts across the table towards us in a ghostly blur, all while the camera stays fixed on Leto's frozen rictus; the lack of focus echoes what Leto must be experiencing and is devastatingly effective.

the Fremen and Atreides and Harkonnen and Sardaukar have their own languages which is very cool (and Yueh speaks some Mandarin!) but why do the bad guys sound like they're using bad voice filters, they're being portrayed like literal orcs to the point that it begins to feel weird.

ornithopters are stupid but you have to admit these dragonfly contraptions do look pretty cool.

the worms get a lot of build up -- and I was surprised they preserved the harvester scene from the book almost verbatim, it felt like it consumed a lot of time -- but it's very satisfying when you finally see them rippling through the dune sea, it brings home the shifting danger of the desert sands in a way I wasn't expecting.

Paul has visions of the jihad but he never says the word "jihad".

splitting the movie in two is obviously necessary but the split is awkward, and it's really not helped by clunky lines like "this is only the beginning".

Chani gets a lot of vision time but what can you even say when you meet the teenager with whom you can precognitively remember several decades of future marriage?

still, bookending the movie with Chani is consistent with the book, that begins and ends with the women in Paul's life: Chani, Irulan, Jessica, something that always seemed like an interesting choice.

there is a lot more I would say about Dune but it would mostly be about the book rather than movie; this was a decent adaptation given the constraints of the medium, hopefully it won't be the last.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Human Cannery Co.

Fandom: YJ98, Superfam, Flashfam, DC Comics

Summary: Conner is faced with a dilemma when Bart's clone shows up at his apartment asking for help.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Conner Kent, Thaddeus Thawne, Bart Allen, Tim Drake, Cassie Sandsmark, Clark Kent

Relationships: KonThad

Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Thad Thawne Redemption Fic, Clone 4 Clone, Developing Friendships, Angst, First Kiss, Roommates, Canon Divergent AU

Chapter One: Ferris Wheel Prologue

He wanted to go on the Ferris wheel last, so he could see the whole carnival as the lights went down. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I felt more human around another clone than I'd ever felt in my whole life. We spent half the night eating state fair food, playing carnival games, and talking. The lights from the wheel reflected blue and green on our faces as we slowly made our way to the top, and he started to whisper something and faltered. "You're smiling," Thad whispered. I turned to him, and his eyes were closed as if he were asleep.

"How—?"

"I had a good feeling... But I'm still afraid to ask," Thad mumbled. I wanted to reach for his hand but couldn't risk not knowing. I had to hear Thad's question. I had to know if he had second thoughts.

I chewed my lip and knitted my brows together with worry. "You should ask me," I replied softly.

"Did I—? Did I make you smile?" Thad asked. It was an innocent question. The kind of question that made my cheeks rosy.

I was careful not to chuckle. Besides, it wasn't funny. I took the tip of my nose and nudged Thad's cheek. He looked so beautiful under the lights. I wanted him to open his eyes and look at me. Really look at me. He opened his eyes, and we stayed in that moment, locked in eye contact until I could work up the courage to kiss him. He kissed me, and it was clumsy at first. His lips crashed against mine, and we bumped noses. I think it hurt him more than it would've hurt me. He pulled away and tried to apologize. I couldn't help but lean in before he could say something else. I couldn't stop smiling as our lips touched, and he giggled. I reached for his cheek with my eyes closed. His lips tasted like his orange lip oil. I grabbed his hand and looked ahead at the rest of the carnival. "You make me smile even when I don't think I can," I whispered. I rubbed circles into the back of his hand with my thumb.

I could hear the lights shutting off for the other carnival rides nearby. "I don't want it to be over," Thad whispered. I didn't say anything because I felt the same way. It felt like goodbye.

Eventually, we had to get off the Ferris wheel and the last carnival games packed up for the night. I walked to the park holding Thad's hand, and we sat down for a while. "That was my first kiss," Thad whispered. I frowned. "What's wrong?"

I could tell he'd never kissed anyone, but I didn't mind. "Nothing, I was thinking... I hope it won't be your last," I whispered.

In twenty-four hours, I would have to prove Thad's rehabilitation in front of my friends, our families, and their colleagues. I would have to dissect my friendship with him in front of everyone. Every sweet little detail, every private thought. It felt like an intrusion, but they allowed me secrecy for only so long. Bart didn't even know Thad had been living with me for the past three months. He'd be furious. Everyone would think I betrayed them, and Thad would feel just as violated as I did. I couldn't shake that thought. As clones, we didn't get the luxury of privacy. Born in labs, developed in tubes, created for purposes with the expectation that we reject individuality. I would have to make a sales pitch for his life. It wasn't fair.

A few months ago, I wouldn't have cared. I didn't care about Thad back then. Hell, I didn't even like him. I would've thrown him to the wolves and thought it was the right thing to do. It wasn't my place to be self-righteous or callous, though. I did the kind thing because he begged me. He had to make a case for himself. That's where things get confusing. No one knew he was with me, let alone in the twenty-first century. He showed up one morning, sitting on my kitchen counter, eating my canned goods, and asking me not to pound his face in. Tall order. I heard him out, and he explained that he'd figured out how to save Bart's dad and aunt. He told me how he executed his plan and where to find them. I almost didn't believe him, but he swore his goal wasn't for recognition or retribution.

Thad was sincere and almost in tears as he told me the amount of planning he had to go through to save them. He had to snatch them from what appeared to be existence and place them in a pocket dimension until he could find somewhere to put them that wouldn't damage time. Thad had to let Bart become a hero and Jenni too. He gave me a date and a location, and when I asked him why he wanted my help, he told me that I was Bart's best friend. I believed him.

After I talked to the League, the Titans, and my friends, I would have to slip away to retrieve Mr. Allen and Mrs. Ognats. It was a lot of pressure for one person to be under, but I was honored that someone thought I was Bart's closest friend. Maybe it was a shallow appeal to my ego, but I took it at face value.

I returned to the present and glanced at Thad, but he was fast asleep. I sighed and carried him home on my back. I'd miss him. I never thought I would've enjoyed the space he occupied so much. If they didn't believe Thad was redeemed, I'd never wake up to his presence again. It was as simple as that. I would be alone in my apartment, surrounded by nothing but my memories of him. It wasn't fair.

I took off his shoes and coat and tucked him into his bed. I couldn't sleep. I went over every nice thing I could possibly say about Thad. I wanted to help him because he deserved it, not simply because I had a crush on him. I knew Thad was good. I only had to prove that to everyone else.

I pored over my cue cards and notes as if I were going to a business meeting. It sucked. "Okay... He's attentive," I read in a whisper. Thad woke up in the middle of the night and peeked over my shoulder.

"These are all nice things... You have nice things to say about me?" Thad asked. I nodded and invited him to sit with me.

"I've got tons of nice things to say about you... This is all for tomorrow," I explained, "I'm just contemplating whether or not I should bring you or have you stay here."

"It's my trial. Isn't it? Shouldn't I be there?" Thad asked. I didn't want to subject him to that if I didn't have to. "I'm not gonna let you go by yourself."

Thad laid his head on my shoulder, and I kissed his cheek. "I can handle it... Thad, I don't know if I want you to hear all they've gotta say-."

He took some of my index cards and read over them. "Nothing I haven't heard before... But this-. No one's ever talked about me the way you do," Thad whispered, "I wanna be there to hear you talk about me." I grinned.

"Or I can say it all now," I offered. Thad chuckled.

"Do you really like me? I mean, really like me?" Thad questioned.

"Of course, I really like you," I answered, "I don't go around kissing whatever pretty face I see. I only kiss people I have feelings for." I paused and fact-checked myself. "Yeah! I only kiss people I have serious feelings for. Flirting's a little different... But I digress." Thad grinned, and I brushed his chin with my knuckle.

"No matter what happens tomorrow, I'm glad we kissed," Thad whispered, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself to fight for me. You gave me everything I wanted from you and then some... I'm beyond grateful. Thank you."

Thad was thanking me. I never expected him to say the words out loud. I had to fight for him. I had to show everyone how much he'd changed and grown. He deserved my best efforts. And I wasn't ready to let him go.

#fic #superfam #flashfam #yj98 #young just us #human cannery co fic #Conner Kent #Thaddeus Thawne #Bart Allen #Tim Drake #Cassie Sandsmark #Clark Kent #KonThad #Enemies to Friends to Lovers #Thad Thawne Redemption Fic #Clone 4 Clone #Developing Friendships #Angst #First Kiss #Roommates #Canon Divergent AU

[comphetkoncass]

superboy man of tomorrow 2 liveblog lets GOOOOO

obviously spoilers ahead

the cover is exactly how i feel about this guy. yes. squish him. he is pocket-sized. i will pick him up and squeeze him like a stress toy <3

every panel of kon getting hurt tbh (and for fellow kon whumpers. its a fucking FEAST.) <3 but also - that post going around that says ttk cant deflect energy, this is delightful acknowledgement of that. all my homies love when the ttk shatters like an old coke bottle.

obsessed with all the panels about him talking about trying to do this with ~style~, but also getting his ass beat and feeling like this is actually a workout. yes my child. tell me it's difficult. overcome <3

"this is what i wanted. me, on my own, against the scum of the universe" baby no

"no one is coming to save me. not clark, not tim, not cassie, not bart... not even kelex." BABY NO but also. prettiest boy in the galaxy. look at this shit.

the argument about not letting innocent people get hurt. kon you are . such a good person. i love you. u just never falter

intergalactic cloning lore!!! kon finding people who share shocking similarities with him!! i dont often like random characters but i'll admit i'm a fan of these guys. i'm even bothering to remember their names unlike how i treat most side characters (sorry. im a bad comic fan. however. there are so many fucking side characters. do you really expect me to remember everyones name who stays in a comic for less than 3 issues). anyways go pira! these guys are already bonding, i love them and want the best for them. thats right babes you take down that empire. maybe listen to kon about uhhhhhh not letting everyday civilians die in the property damage though. pls.

also there seem to be similarities with some of starfire's backstory? what is it with these alien races who want to clone, splice dna, and/or genetically alter existing races fr. kon and kory should bond over this i think.

kon has sooo much respect for his friends. i love that he keeps mentioning them :') this boy is a bonafide bff. ALSO. HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR YOUR OWN RESOURCEFULNESS HONEY... YOU GOT THIS!!!

"they think i'm just a weapon? well, if both sides are looking for a fight, they're in luck -- i'm just itching to show them what the house of el has to offer." YEAH BABY YOU ARE A PROUD PART OF THE HOUSE OF EL. YOU HAVE A FAMILY. <3 <3 <3

his dorky awkward little grin. ohhh my goddddddddddd. hes so fucking proud of himself. hes teaching them :') he thinks hes such a good role model. im going to squeeze him to death.

"i start to think about what conner kent would do AND ITS INFINITELY COOLER" YOU GO BABY. im so fucking obsessed with this. im having so much goddamn fun with this issue actually. they saw kon stans and they gave us exactly what we wanted. i feel so seen

whos ready to punch through a space fleet. me. im ready. im ready to watch you have the time of your goddamn life next issue.

overall i REALLY like this issue! i don't usually love the whole, "solo series in space" thing because it seems like an excuse to separate characters from the main cast and isolate them and make any growth happen outside of their friendships on earth, which often ends up pretty meh. however. this is fun and engaging and kon references his friends enough that i'm cautiously optimistic.

i do hope kon runs into other mainline characters at some point in this series though; anything to ground this more into main canon and make sure character development ties back to the main series.

#superboy man of tomorrow spoilers #kon-el #my SONNNNNN

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#5

oh my...could be 3 and 12? or just 3 if you have to choose, for Tech?

I can definitely do that! This should be fun! Thanks, anon! 💜

"Terrible Liars"

3. “I’m not jealous.”

12. “Say it!”

Pairing: Tech x fem reader

***

You were a waitress at 79's, the Clone bar on Coruscant, during the Clone Wars. So that meant a lot of the Clone soldiers came in pretty frequently, usually after missions or before going on leave elsewhere. It was usually easy getting to tell a lot of them apart, despite them all having pretty much the same face. They all had different hairstyles, tattoos, scars or sometimes even different voices or accents.

Then things changed when the Bad Batch first showed up.

You almost didn't think these guys were Clones at first, but after taking a good look at a couple of them, you realized they were. They just had much different appearances. They were nice and tipped well and you found their company rather enjoyable.

Especially the goggled one named Tech.

Something about his sophisticated appearance and demeanor really stuck out to you and you thought he was cute and sweet. Secretly, you'd fill his drink just a little higher than the others. You'd catch his eye sometimes and give him a little wave, which he would return. He even held a brief conversation with you a time or two before just before he and his squad would leave the bar. Though, sometimes you wondered if he even knew you were flirting with him.

One day, you were working and one Clone who'd had a little too much to drink sidled up next to you at the bar as you were returning a tray with some empty cups.

"Hey cutie, when do you get off tonight?" he asked you, leaning against you.

You simply chuckled and replied, "Too late for you, I'm afraid, because I think it's time you head home. You've had a bit too much tonight."

"Oh, I'm just fine," he replied, his words slightly slurred.

"Mmm-hmm, sure," you hummed sarcastically, putting the cups on the bar.

You heard the door to the building open and saw the Bad Batch walking in. Seeing Tech in the back of the group made you smile. He caught your eye and went to wave, but then his hand faltered a little at seeing the other Clone now almost draped over you.

"Help me," you mouthed to him, hoping he could help get this guy away from you.

Tech noticed right away and you watched him get Wrecker's attention, whisper something to him while pointing in your direction and Wrecker gave a nod. The two of them came over and Wrecker put his arm around the drunk Clone's shoulder.

"Hey, reg, why don't you get outside and get some air? You look like you could use it," Wrecker said as he started leading the Clone away, who just incoherently agreed with him as they walked.

With a sigh, you said to Tech, "Thanks, Tech. That guy was pretty drunk and wouldn't lay off."

"Indeed," he agreed. "I did not like how he was practically hanging off of you. It was quite unbecoming."

You shot up an eyebrow. "Tech, were you jealous?" you inquired.

"I'm not jealous," he responded, though you could see a tint of red in his cheeks as he diverted his attention.

"You Clones are terrible liars, you know," you stated as you went around to the other side of the bar to start preparing more drinks.

For a moment, Tech was silent, looking like he was contemplating something. As you turned your back to grab a bottle, you heard him ask, "(Y/N), there is a request I wish to make of you."

"Have you decided what you wanted to order?" you asked back, as you turned around to face him, assuming that's what he'd been thinking about.

"Uh...yes," he answered.

When he didn't tell you what he wanted, you urged him, "Well...say it. What would you like?"

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76 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

#4

Hi! I love your writing so much! Could I have a fluff/relationship #10 for Hunter please!

Thank you so much, anon! I haven't done these writing requests in a while, but I'm happy to get back into them! 🥰

"Forever Love"

10. “I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep.”

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

***

You didn't know if you would ever see the Clone Sergeant again.

You'd met Sergeant Hunter of Clone Force 99 while he was on leave on Coruscant with his squad. You had been serving on the medical staff and he'd been brought in after a scuffle with some "reg" Clones as he called them. The two of you had really hit it off rather quickly and, since he was on leave for a little while, he courteously asked you on a date. One date led to second...then to a third...and a few more after that. Perhaps things moved faster than most relationships would, but to the two of you, it still felt right. You felt like you were meant to meet and be together. He made you feel safe and treasured more than anything else in the galaxy. His embrace felt like home. His kisses made you feel warmer than the two Tatooine suns. He was nothing short of perfect.

But all good things must come to an end.

Before leaving Coruscant for another mission, he'd given you a long farewell kiss and promised you that he would love you forever and he would see you soon before heading back to his ship. The ship left and you felt confident he would be back...

...until you heard about Order 66 and the slaughter of the Jedi.

You didn't feel safe on Coruscant anymore, so you fled the planet, devastated at the news and wondering what had happened to Hunter elsewhere in the galaxy. Had he been killed, too, like some of the other Clones? Did he survive? What had happened to him?

You had a friend on Ord Mantell who offered to give you a place to stay for a while. That's where you would go.

Months later, that same friend came home one day to tell you she had seen a group of Clones matching the description of Clone Force 99 going into a parlor. You went that night to the parlor and waited outside in the shadows to see if the rumors were true. Sure enough, at closing time, you saw them leave the building. Hunter was the last one to walk out and you had to use all your strength to remain standing.

Hunter was here! He was alive!

You called out his name from the shadows and he whipped around, startled at hearing someone say his name. You stepped out from the shadows into the light of a street light and lowered your hood, revealing your smiling and now tear-stained face.

"(Y/N)!" he gasped out before striding over and engulfing you in his arms. "How are you here?"

"How are you here?" you asked back.

"That's...a long story," he replied as he pulled back, but still held onto your arms.

You reached up and held his face in your hands, taking in every detail of him you hadn't seen in months. "I can't believe you're alive, Hunter," you whispered. "I've missed you so much and I thought I would never see you again."

He grasped the back of your head and pulled you forward, planting a firm kiss on your forehead. "I've missed you, too...and of course, I'm alive. I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep...so I wasn't going to die easily. Not when I knew you were still out there waiting for me."

Your heart was too full from his words to wait any longer, so you pulled him down to you and smothered his lips with yours, kissing him desperately after missing him and worrying about him for so long. His arms came about you and held you close, just like he had before.

You both were truly home once more and no force in the galaxy was going to keep you apart ever again.

20 Fluff/Relationship prompts

81 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#3

This is for @lizartgurl / @jedipoodoo , who mentioned wanting from someone a soft Hunter sick fic with him, Omega and a reader to help her feel better during a hard time right now!

I hope this helps, dear! 💜

"Worried Sick"

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

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141 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#2

Yep pretty much 😁😁

176 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bad Batch Headcanons:

Dog Companions

Another conversation I had with the lovely @oneshot-one-kill about what kind of dogs each Bad Batch member would have! 😄

Hunter would definitely have a German Shepard! They are described as:

Highly trained

Sensitive

Loyal

Overprotective of their family

Alert

Stubborn

Confident

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248 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #false

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Personal Audio Recording: Landing at Point Rain

a/n: I'm experimenting with style and POV, and I might add more to this later. TW: torture, death, overall sadness. MC is a pink twi-lek female

Personal Audio Recording: Landing at Point Rain

I was not yet a Padawan Learner when the First Battle of Geonosis occurred. Naturally, another droid factory needed to be taken care care of years later, and that was how I ended up suspended in a dark room on Geonosis.

I was with Master Ki-Adi and our men, we were going through a cave to get closer to Master Skywalker's position. Landing at Point Rain was a complete disaster. The Geonosians had been shooting us down since we entered the atmosphere. The landing, if it could even be called that, had rattled us all. Some, including my master, got hurt, others died. Safety lie at the landing zone where Master Kenobi and his battalion had ended up miles away from us. The cave itself seemed like a lucky shortcut, until the bugs flew out from within the cave. They shot at us, and in pairs they tried to carry one of us at a time to an unknown place. One of the clone troopers under me, Leaf, was the first to be carried away. This squad of Geonosians also tried to take the commander, Jet, but he got away. Sadly, other men were taken too. I tried to deflect their blaster shots to them. I tried to defend my men and my master. I tried to get those in the air back to the ground.

But then, in a stupid moment of hesitation, four skeletal hands wrapped around my arms, and I was being flown into the cave. My arms are still bruised dark pink and purple from their strong grip. Maker, if only I wasn't clouded by worry, instead focussed on my duty!

(hard sigh)

The Geonosians were fast flyers. The cave was huge, I thought they were going to drop my men and I from some height and have us die more painfully. But they kept flying, and their grip never faltered.

I don't remember how long it took, but I guess they were taking us somewhere inside the droid foundry. Why, I would find out later, but at that moment, I was terrified they were going to drop us one by one, and enjoy listening to our bones crack and lungs give out.

Eventually we made to some room within the foundry. Prisoners. All of us suspended along the walls. Vulnerable, with no idea of what to expect. All I knew was that I had to stay strong for my men, and for myself.

Time passed, shoulders got sore, and eventually a protocol droid, a tactical droid, who I assumed to be Poggle the Lesser, and an entourage of battle droids came through a rather large door. I didn't even notice there was a door until it opened. I was consumed by shock and worry until then.

Poggle approached me, protocol and tactical droids with him. After voicing a series of clicks and hums, the protocol droid translated something like, "His Majesty wishes to know who else will be joining the attack on this factory". Basically, he wanted to know who was coming, how many, who was already here, what supplies, you get the idea.

I was frozen. Everyone was looking at me, and I just stared aimlessly at Poggle. He was ugly, but he was in control, and fear just consumed me.

I'm so ashamed.

I guess I was silent for too long. Poggle yanked one of my lekku and repeated the question. It hurt so much, I couldn't concentrate because my head was spinning. If the five or so clones around me were worried, the buckets hid it. Maybe I was so afraid, the Force was muted. Or maybe the suspension rings my wrists and ankles were in were Force-suppressive. I just don't know. I did yelp though. I can't stop thinking about it.

Anyway, he said his question a third time. At least I found my voice, and I told him that I wouldn't tell him anything. If he knew about possible reinforcements, more shit would have gone down. Who knows what else he could have done with any words I could give him. I think he even asked about how well his counterattack was going; how many needed med-evac and whether or not there was a medical facility nearby to help with the casualties. Three Jedi Generals, two Padawans, and hundreds of thousands of clones would overwhelm any of the medbays we had on hand.

I told him I wouldn't speak, and so I didn't. Poggle took a blaster from one of the battle droids, held it up to one of the men. He clicked and clacked some more, and the protocol droid asked me one of the same questions. I think his name was Mark.

(tearing up)

I hope his brothers can forgive me.

My lightsaber was so close yet so far away, you know?

(sniffles)

There were clones on either side of me, and all the ones to my left hung lifeless when they got back to me. Each time they asked some stupid kriffing question, I was silent, and Poggle shot another man.

There were three men alive on my right, and then Poggle changed tactics. With that blaster, he shot one of his own droids, and flew over to it. He blasted one of its arms off, shot the arm a few more times, picked it up, and returned to face me.

A few more hums and clacks. Protocol droid asked me where the injured clones and Jedi would go from here. I refused to answer. Poggle took that smoking droid arm and held it against my arm for a few seconds. Not long. But it hurt like the Sith hells.

I had never seen my own skin blister or disintegrate before. Guess I can cross that off the bucket list. Well, I didn't really see it burn up since I guess that sort of thing happens on contact. But the blistering was real.

Poggle did it three more times. I don't know if anyone flinched when I shouted each time. I wonder if they could hear my heart rate changing.

I guess Poggle got bored after that fourth time. Maybe something worthwhile was happening outside. Either way, I was breathing hard and shaking as he turned away and left with his droids. Silent tears fell down my face. Was I in shock? My heart was still beating like crazy, and I just couldn't get enough oxygen.

I wasn't even thinking about Master Ki-Adi that whole time. I wonder if he was thinking about me.

When Poggle and the droids left, the suspension binders deactivated. Those of us still alive gasped from the surprise. Those of us gone just...slumped. I couldn't look at their bodies.

One of the still-living men, Leaf, came up to me. Talked to me a little. Asked the other two for bacta, bandages, anything. It hurt when Leaf wrapped my burns. They were grey and red.

I don't know how, but the boys played with the control panel in the wall near the door, and got it to open. I don't really remember the how and the what. Just the air getting a little lighter once we snuck out of the foundry. I just... they were leading, and I was following. That's all I can remember. I think a military transport ship found the four of us once we got away from the factory, and took us behind the landing zone, where the battle just went on and on.

A medic came to look at us. He was out of bacta, but he had some fresh bandages. He slowly removed what I had on, and kept a stoic face as skin that adhered to the first set ripped off. He was still calm once he saw the damage. There wasn't a lot to be done, it was an active war zone, and I felt sick to my stomach. Every movement of my arms sent shooting pain throughout. There was no time for that medic to worry about my pain.

(brief pause)

I think that the next thing that happened was after maybe another half hour of fighting, a Republic airstrike gave us the reinforcement we needed to push the Geonosians back, and then call it a day. I remember being led into a transport ship with my master, Master Kenobi, and some more injured men. No, Master Ki-Adi-Mundi wasn't with me until then, he was busy on the front. I'm sure he was a bit worried for me.

The transport took us to the Resolute, and from there, 501st medics helped us toward their medical bay. The bandages really hurt once they came off. There wasn't much the medics could do once they got to me, so many others needed bacta. I guess I'll just be scarred for a while. (Y/N) out.

#the clone wars #tcw #ki adi mundi #geonosis #swtcw

[kivaember]

i am LOSING IT over the obikin forum posts and I have to ask, does the public ever find out that obi-wan and anakin get together?

dfhsdfh YEAh it all comes out when like, anakin has been trying to gear up towards the idea of marriage with obi-wan, but like can never work up the nerve until like, they're in the middle of a heavy melee with a bunch droids, and anakin just blurts out a marriage proposal there and then a la pirates of caribbean.

Obi-Wan: right now?! Anakin: well we might DIE you know a meteor might strike us from orbit and all i'll hear from you while we're haunting ahsoka as ghosts is 'ooooooooooh if only we got married while we were aliiiiive'! i'm saving you from an afterlife of regret here! Obi-Wan: oh for- fine, yes, whatever!

Rex, being the closest captain on hand, officiates there and then in the middle of the battlefield. this whole scenario is filmed from multiple angles thanks to the clones' built in go-pros in their helmets (c'mon we all know they'd have it) and the next day, the obikin forums feast...

#obikin #it's telling that the clones don't even like falter at this #they just adjust to their generals getting married in the middle of the battlefield #they saw the writing on the wall they knew it was coming

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

to add on the Relive! Yuu thing to make things worse on the day of the OB thing? Yuu ends up getting skewered by Riddle's vines during the fight or Accidentally gets trampled on Cater's clones or something along those lines and the only ones who remember are Ace, Deuce, and Grim... The aftermath and the start of the Savannaclaw arc goes something like this:

Deuce immediately whisking Yuu away along with Grim while Ace stays to make sure that none of them--Riddle, Trey, Cater --follows after them, no one bothers to of course thinking that Yuu might just really need to rest after the whole shenanigan, but things get even more stranger when Their underclassmen are actively making sure they actually don't meet. Often times stepping in to drag Yuu away before they can even speak to them or making excuses as to why Yuu can't go (The boys actively make sure Yuu doesn't meet any of them--because I refuse to believe that Yuu doesn't get nightmares after all they've been through).

Needless to say they're annoyed by their underclassmen's behavior but its not like they have the right to complain considering that Yuu did go through a lot because of them (oh honey you dont even know--). One day though, they manage to get lucky. Riddle manages to catch Yuu during the three idiot's detention and hits them up, suggesting that they both chat on the way to meet up with Trey so that they can have a tea party later. Yuu after all, ever the sweet soul agrees.

The two of them then meet up with Trey and the thing with ruggie happens... Except... well, you already know who falls, the only difference is that Yuu never did know how to catch themselves so instead of their leg snapping, it's their neck that does... Cue the two panicking because oh fuck the only nice kid who wasn't kalim in school is fucking dead because of them oh god what should we--only to be consoled by a Yuu who was--somehow okay???? Yuu obly smiles at them somberly before explaining their situation gently.

Considering that the two are smart it doesn't take too long for them to put one and two together to realize why their underclassmen had been so adamant in making sure they never got near them :(.

-also can i be infodump anon?

Yaaas, I’m mc’lovin this anon!

Another two for the trauma team! *sobs*

If Yuu had any reason to fall, it’d be because of preventing either two of them from getting injured since Ruggie doesn’t really have any major reason to injure them. So originally Riddle was the one who was supposed to fall, but Trey managed to save him at the expense of his ankle getting sprained. Except now that Yuu’s here, they reached out and managed to keep Trey upright but they lost their balance and fell down the stairs, landing on their head weirdly.

Just imagine Riddle and Trey watching, unable to process what was happening yet. They heard a loud crack and now Yuu’s motionless on the bottom of the stairs. Denial sets in and they rush down to tell Yuu they shouldn’t be joking around at a time like this and that they need to go to the infirmary because they could’ve injured themselves badly. No response.

Trey decides to carry them to the infirmary so they pick them up but their body is just so lifeless and they’re cold and it isn’t right. It doesn’t feel right. Riddle asks why he wasn’t moving, telling him that they should go to the infirmary because Yuu must be in a lot of great pain that they’re unable to speak. Denial at its finest, my friends.

Just as Trey was about to tell them that Yuu’s gone, he feels the previously lifeless person in his arms shifting slightly and warmth coming back to them. Yuu opens their eyes and sees the two of them and the looks on their faces. Yuu’s expression falters because they know that look on their face, “…again, someone remembered again. I’ve hurt them, I’m sorry you had to see… I'm so sorry...”

Yuu tries to lighten up the atmosphere and says, “It’s alright, I’m fine and all good as new! Most people I meet here have a tendency to accidentally kill me after meeting me.” They meant for it as a light hearted joke, trying to wave it off as something minor, as if saying ‘it’s alright cause I’ve done this a lot of times now, so another one doesn’t really matter, you don’t have to worry’. Riddle and Trey aren’t amused because excusez moi? Did you just… Did you just say that most people you meet have killed you?

So they explain what just happened to them. They don’t really need to hide or move away so that no one hears what they have to say because telling about their condition has the same effect as someone who doesn’t have any affection for them see them die. People just,,, ignore it. As if they can’t hear them.

So they’re all overwhelmed, Yuu says that they probably go to the infirmary if they feel unwell but both boys refused and decided that they should go home cause they have homework or something so Trey and Riddle decided to walk Yuu to Ramshackle after they try to heal them with their magic only to come up with nothing. And by walk, I meant Trey refusing to put them down and just carried them all the way while Riddle kept an eye out, looking at them every now and then to make sure that they were still there.

Imagine how awkward it would be if Yuu asked them not to tell Ace, Deuce, and Grim. They don’t want them to worry. They don’t even have to know about what happened today which basically made Trey and Riddle realize the implication that the trio had seen Yuu die before. Yuu whips them up something warm and sweet to hopefully take their minds off thing, even temporarily.

So then, said trio barge into Ramshackle after their detention and sees Trey and Riddle there. Kinda weird and surprising but there’s food on the table and they’re exhausted so they’re not really in the mood to question anyone. They bicker and talk to each other and the atmosphere lightens up a bit. Trey and Riddle sees Adeuce, Grim, and Yuu laughing and talking to each other, occasionally trying to invite them into the conversation. They were all so peaceful and looked like they were having fun… Guess they can understand why the Ramshackle Prefect didn’t want them to tell the others what happened earlier…

Also, yeah! You can be infodump anon! Welcome aboard, hehe.

#infodump anon #relive!yuu #relive yuu #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland au #twst au #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #twisted wonderland headcanon #twst headcanon #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland imagine #twst imagine #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenario #twst scenario #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios

[stolen-pen-name23]

Hey, I love your writing! How about "please talk to me" or "why don't you care?" with Obi-Wan and Anakin for the prompts?

Ahhh thank you so much!!! You're too sweet!

"Please talk to me" and "why don't you care" from these angst prompts. Note: I'm not going to close my inbox, but I'm going to be traveling for a few weeks so if you send me a request, I won't be able to get to it for a while. Plus, there are still quite a few prompts in my inbox I'm working on.

Anyway, here ya go!

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Anakin hated it when Obi-Wan got like this.

Quiet.

He was never quiet, save in sleep or meditation — two thing he hadn’t been partaking in as much anymore. Any other time, he always had some observation or quippy remark to make. But not now. Now, he sat silently at the kitchen table, staring at his tea, lost in one thought or another.

Anakin knew that when Obi-Wan got quiet, something was wrong. Not that his stubborn old Master would ever express that outwardly. It drove Anakin mad.

Anakin slid into the chair across from Obi-Wan. “They’re going to ship us out again soon,” Anakin started.

Obi-Wan hummed.

“It feels like we just got back home.”

“I suppose it does.”

Anakin frowned. His attempts at conversation were not going well.

“Is something bothering you?” Anakin asked.

“It’s fine, Anakin.”

Anakin could feel frustration swelling up in his chest. What was bothering Obi-Wan? Was it something he did? Surely Obi-Wan would have told him if he did something to upset him. He had had no problem doing that in the past, but now… now tensions between them had become more taught. Anakin wasn’t sure if he was the problem.

“Are you mad at me?” Anakin asked tentatively, feeling like a youngling at the question.

“No.”

“Then what?”

“Just drop it, Anakin.”

“Please,” Anakin said. “Just talk to me, Obi-Wan. You know you can talk to me.”

“I am talking to you,” Obi-Wan said, lifting his gaze from the steaming mug in his hand to Anakin.

“Don’t be a smartass.”

“Fine. What do you want to talk about?” Obi-Wan relented.

“I want you to tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong.”

“I have a hard time believing that.”

“You can believe whatever you want to believe Anakin.”

“I believe something is wrong.”

“And you are free to do so.”

Anakin huffed. “Stop avoiding the question.”

“Stop asking,” Obi-Wan challenged.

Obi-Wan sipped at his tea and remained passive — the mask of indifference proving to Anakin that he felt anything but. Anakin’s pulse quickened and he felt heat crawling up his neck, reddening his skin.

“Stop trivializing this, Obi-Wan!” Anakin snapped.

“I’m not trivializing anything. There’s nothing to trivialize!”

“Force, why can’t you even pretend like you care about something for once? Do you just not care about anything? Is that it?”

Obi-Wan looked like he had been slapped across the face.

It was in that moment that Anakin realized that maybe he had gone too far this time – pushed a little too hard in an attempt to get a rise out of him.

“How could you say that? How could you think that of me?” Obi-Wan’s voice was low, almost threatening.

“Master I-”

“You presume that I do not feel things because I do not react the way you do to every tragedy that befalls me? You think I am but an emotionless droid wandering around the galaxy? You believe I feel nothing after… after everything? Do you truly believe this?”

“No, Master, I don’t believe that. I didn’t mean–”

Obi-Wan raised his hands. “Stop Anakin. I don’t want to hear it right now. I’m going to bed. You should too.”

Obi-Wan promptly stood up and retreated to his room without even a parting glance Anakin’s way.

Anakin would not be going to bed. At least not here. Why stay in a cramped apartment with his broody former Master when there was a senatorial apartment with a warm bed and someone who was definitely not broody lying in it?

“I’m headed to your place,” Anakin said into his comm.

“I thought you were staying at the temple tonight, Ani?” Padme replied.

“I changed my mind. I’d rather stay with you.”

“Alright,” Padme said softly. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” Anakin replied, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I just want to see you.”

“Alright, Ani. I’ll see you soon then.”

Anakin grabbed his robe and tore through the halls of the temple until he was spilling into the streets of Coruscant. Cold air nipped at his skin, but he didn’t care. His annoyance, his anger, kept him feeling warm.

He should probably take a speeder. It would be faster. But he needed to burn off some energy and a brisk walk through the smog-soaked streets promised some reprieve from the worst of his rage.

The sights, the sounds, the smells of Coruscant all flooded his senses. He did his best to filter it out and focus on his destination, but a storefront was playing the nightly news and the headline passed through his unstable filters.

“Next up on evening news: A planet in distress. It has been one year since the assassination of Duchess Satine Kryze of Mandalore.”

Anakin’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately backtracked and stood in front of the holo, unable to look away and unable to hear anything else but this.

“With the Death Watch regime now in power, will Mandalore finally take a side in the Clone War? Tune in tonight for predictions from our expert analyst.”

Anakin’s thoughts raced back to the argument he had with Obi-Wan not even an hour ago.

Every tragedy that befalls me.

One year.

Oh yeah, Anakin messed up.

He fumbled around for his comm and flipped it open. “Padme, I’m so sorry, I can’t come by anymore. I need to go home.”

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“What’s wrong?” Padme asked suspiciously.

“Nothing. I just need to clear something up with Obi-Wan. That’s all.”

“What did you do this time?” she groaned.

“I’ll tell you about it later, I need to go.”

“Alright, love. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Anakin turned off his comm, turned on his heels, and ran.

He tore through the temple just as he had torn out of it. He ignored sideways glances and zeroed in on the pathway to their quarters. The door slid open at his command and he bounded over their threshold. Despite just covering a great distance to get here, the distance from the threshold to Obi-Wan’s room felt greater still. Still, he willed his legs, now tired from his sprint through Coruscant, to carry him to Obi-Wan’s room.

He did not bother knocking. If he did, Obi-Wan would refuse to see him and he needed to see him.

The room was cloaked in darkness, but city lights cascaded on Obi-Wan’s body through the window like artificial moonbeams. He was still as if in sleep, but his breathing was hitched and ragged and anything but restful.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked cautiously.

“Not now, Anakin,” Obi-Wan muttered softly.

“No, I–” Anakin faltered. “You don’t have to talk to me. I came to apologize.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“It is.”

Anakin turned on a lamp and Obi-Wan squinted at the warm glow. His eyes, Anakin noticed, were red-rimmed and bloodshot. His hair was a mused and greasy mess.

“May I sit?” Anakin asked.

“If I tell you no, you will just sit anyway.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that more than anyone.”

“So can I sit?” Anakin asked, trying not to let impatience creep back in.

“Yes, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. “You may sit.”

Obi-Wan pulled himself up into a sitting position and moved sideways, allowing Anakin to sit beside him.

“Anakin stop,” Obi-Wan said quickly before Anakin could get all the way on his bed.

“What?” Anakin asked worried Obi-Wan had suddenly changed his mind.

“Take your muddy boots off before you get in my bed. Force who raised you?”

Anakin let out a sharp laugh. He relaxed. If Obi-Wan could scold him like that, then what existed between them was not entirely broken.

“I hate to break it to you, Master,” Anakin said. “But you had a significant hand in my upbringing.”

“Where did I go wrong?” Obi-Wan said, his half-smile an olive branch.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Anakin said. He pulled off his boots and settled in next to Obi-Wan. “You did okay.”

Obi-Wan’s half-smile lingered for a moment longer before fading away.

“Master, I–” Anakin started. He made himself gentler, softer, smaller — everything Obi-Wan needed him to be — everything he was not. “Master, I need to apologize. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”

“It’s fine, Anakin.”

“It’s not. I shouldn’t have pushed you and I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

Obi-Wan averted his gaze and remained silent.

“I know you care,” Anakin said earnestly. “I know you care about the Order. The war. Your men. I know you care about,” now Anakin’s breath shook. “I know you care about Ahsoka even though she’s gone. I know you care about me and… and I know you care about her.”

Obi-Wan remained silent for a while and Anakin fought the urge to ask him to say something. That’s how they ended up here in the first place.

“It’s been a year,” Obi-Wan said.

“I know,” Anakin said. “Well, I didn’t know, but I saw it on the news, and I… I’m so sorry.”

“It’s been a year and we’re still in this bloody war and she’s dead and he’s still…” alive.

Obi-Wan didn’t need to finish the sentence for Anakin to know what he meant. He blinked back tears, stubbornly refusing to let them fall.

Anakin sighed. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. The words felt lame and altogether too small to cover the true meaning behind them. But he was not Obi-Wan. He had no words of wisdom or comfort to offer — only apologies and quiet condolences.

“I know, Anakin.”

“Is there something I can do?” Anakin asked, feeling useless.

Obi-Wan finally turned to him, and Anakin could feel the loneliness, the sadness, the exhaustion rolling off of his former Master.

“You can stay.”

So he did.

#my writing #anakin and obi wan #thanks for the prompt! #prompt fill

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Dick Grayson: Fine Cuisine

Summary: Fluff

• Dick is unprepared for a family meal but your offer your fine expertise and have the whole family asking questions about you.

Warnings: Mature language

A/N: Hello lovlies! I’ve missed you all so much, I hope this helps a bit and there’s so much more I could add onto this so please enjoy and lemme know how you all are~

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It started with a family dinner.

As many curious situations do in retrospect, but with a family of vigilantes whose relationship ties have frayed, intermingled and been resewn makes for more interesting get-togethers compared to most.

One thing they could all agree on though? Dick Grayson cannot cook.

"I can't believe that, they just assume it's going to end in a takeout?" Came your amused voice as you placed a coffee on your kitchen island that Dick was currently seated - or rather slumped at.

"It's because the last two times I've hosted something like this, takeout has saved my ass." The ravenette embarrassingly clarifies, voice trailing off toward the end and did his best to avoid looking at you.

Dick Grayson was technically a neighbour, albeit living a few floors below your more lavish (and expensive) apartment suite. After moving into the complex on the same day, you quickly excavated the common ground to build a solid foundation for friendship - as such, meet-ups like these became a regular thing, switching apartments each time.

"Then, I'll help you out." You proudly confirmed, gesturing to your grand kitchen which was the sole reason you’d brought the place - one of the many things Dick envied about your luxurious living area compared to the standardised version of his own, though on an Officers salary he couldn’t afford something like this.

"Ah (Y/n) no, I can't let you do that!” Came his instant reply, hands waving defensively as he adamantaly brainstormed another excuse. “Plus you'll be working that night."

"True, but that doesn't mean I can't set you up beforehand. We'll start tomorrow, I'll teach you a recipe."

———

As previously planned, Dick turned up at your door rather nervously even though he’d been around you many times - not once had he demonstrated a serious negative flaw to his character in order to impress you, but cooking was one of them and you were about to witness chaos that’d likely dispel any romantic inclination he hoped you held for him.

“Ready?”

“No.”

With a playful laugh, you rolled your eyes and pulled the male into your kitchen noting how he was likely tired from his shift at Blüdhavens Police Department earlier that afternoon so a good meal should do wonders. Maybe it’d give him a better nights sleep too? The acrobat never seemed to obtain many of those for some unknown reason, apparently it’s ‘too noisy’ in the city.

“Oh and you can host in my apartment, it’s bigger and I’ll have all the equipment you need. You already have a spare key anyway.”

“You’re really amazing, I don’t deserve you - y’know that?” There were deeper feelings involved in that seemily offhanded thank you, ones relating to his role as Nightwing and his past mistakes which all remained a hated secret from you.

It started well, Dick following along with ease and you concluded that he picked things up fast with how observant he was which sped up the process. The main course he’d nailed with your guidance and so, you decided to move onto dessert.

“Now we add cocoa powder to th-“ You’d froze, mouth open out of surprise with the substances dusting your lips, cheek and part of your left collar bone - the offender in question mirroring your expression, albeit holding back his laughter due to his colossal misjudgement.

“I - I didn’t think it’d go everywhere when I ripped the packet open...”

“You don’t ever rip the packet, you tear it gently!” Came your dangerously mischievous correction, licking the sweet substance from your lips before flicking the currently non-chocolate brownie covered spoon at him with flecks landing on the side of his face.

“Oh, it’s on!”

This ensued an all out war, the two of you ducking and dodging oncoming attacks as you danced around the kitchen island with varying results of accuracy until Dick decided to slide over the marble surface and capture you in his arms.

His embrace faltered slightly as your back hit the island during your feeble attempt to get away, finding yourself trapped between him and the cool surface too enthralled in the carefree antics to notice the proximity. A beat of silence passed once the atmosphere had settled, Dick releasing a breathy chuckle with his grip around your waist loosening slightly as you looked up with a victorious smirk - he took the opportunity to lean forward slightly as if testing the waters and careful to note any kind of reaction you replied with.

However, there was a lack of trust as all is fair in love and war, hence your devious reasoning to close the gap some more and with the softness of his warm breath dancing on your lips you swiftly leaned past his whilst dragging your tongue across his cheek. Dick pulled back instantly, a mix of disgust and offence in his eyes as you spoke.

“Needs more sugar.”

“I’m sweet enough as it is thank you, you’d know that if you’d have just kissed me instead of betraying me like that!” Dick wittily snapped back, admiring the melodious laughter that escaped you at his response.

“I’m sure you do, speaking of - these brownies should last until the dinner so you won’t have to make them again on the day alright? I’ll get everything ready so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“I guess you’d taste pretty sweet too.” Though referencing your kind nature, you couldn’t help but lightly punch him in the shoulder.

———

Regardless of Dicks wistful prayers, the deadline had finally arrived and his family would be sporadically arriving in a matter of hours - so help him.

"All the ingredients are on the counter - do not use anything else - and I've detailed the instructions on the whiteboard in case you forget anything." You pointed to each item as you spoke, donning a jacket before barely making it past the kitchen doorframe due to your neighbours dramatically desperate pleas.

"Can't you just stay? And do it with me?"

"I have to go to work." You laughed at his antics, the man looking like a lost puppy amidst your vast collection of kitchen utensils.

"Work will survive without you, c'mon you wouldn't lose out on much - I'll even pay for the trouble."

That, truly caused you to hesitate with a look of sheer bemusement, a mischievous glint dancing in your irises that mocked his claim almost as much as your sardonic tone.

"If you truly knew my job and paycheck then you'd take that back.” With that, you were quick to flip to a more cheerful voice as you waved goodbye to a pouting Grayson. “Anyway, you'll be fine and tell me how it went once I get back~"

"Wait (Y/n) h-"

The slam of the front door echoed your departure leaving a Dick feeling more lost than ever, the kitchen seemingly quadrupling in size now.

Bruce arrived first along with Damian, Cass, Duke and Alfred. Then there was Tim who’d apparently travelled from Titans tower and finally Jason who’d sauntered in fashionably late as predicted but only by 5 minutes. Each baffled by the sudden change of location which only intensified when the host brought out plates of home cooked dinner.

"..."

"This... this isn't take out..."

"No, it's actual food.” Dick confirmed almost offended and words laced with a hint of underlying sarcasm. “That I made myself."

"Okay, so uh - is it edible then?" Jason quipped back, smirking at his elder brother in a smug manner that only he could achieve.

"Would you just eat it? I went through a lot of stress and effort for this."

Dick encouraging everyone as he sat down, the action only bemusing the members of his family more as they complied to his wishes with varying degrees of hesitance from each of them. Damian trusted Dick the most, but he patiently waited for his father to finish his mouthful before even touching his own dish.

"Wow, this is incredible, the flavour and everything - Dick what happened to you?!" Duke enthusiastically mocked and continued to devour the meal with a sense of radiance which contrasted to Cassandras pure silence as she savoured every tasteful mouthful.

"Grayson, there is no way you are solely responsible for this cuisine." Damian suspiciously raised a brow at the older hero, tentatively laying his cutlery elegantly on the now clear plate.

"Thank you, and maybe I had some assistance from my neighbour."

“Thank you for dinner Dick, it was surprisingly delicious and please give our thanks to your mysterious friend too.” Bruce knowingly added, proud of his protégés accomplishments - though minor in comparison to Alfreds glowing exterior.

“I told you there was hope Master Bruce.”

"Bro, they left a whole list of instructions so you wouldn't mess up and hey, call if you need anything. Sounds like a plan -" Jason, who had waited until everyone was finished explored your kitchen in hopes of finding some evidence as to who their saviour was.

"Jason no! They're working!"

"It‘s an emergency, you’ve been replaced by a clone with adequate cooking skills!” Tim wittily added once leaning against the kitchen doorframe to observe the scene with Damian inspecting the whiteboard before questioning it’s purpose.

“Why leave this if they couldn't answer then?"

"That's the point, she will answer and I don't want to disturb her right now. They've done enough for me already." Dick painfully sighed, strategically slapping Jason’s phone into the air and catching it with his other hand in one swift motion much to the irritation of the latter.

"Hold up - she?" Duke cut in now, holding his hands out for emphasis and subtlety fishing for elaboration.

"Are you dating...?” Jason hummed, taking a moment to analyse Dicks reaction prior to cementing his assumption. “No, but you want to, right?"

“We are not -“

“You want to date someone?” Cass innocently inquired now walking in with a pile of plates, Bruce and Alfred following in afterwards with clean up of their own.

“I mean I -“

“I’ve seen enough of your crushes to know you have one, you’re already flustered by thinking about them romantically.” Bruce effortlessly deducted, Alfred nodding in agreement whilst commencing the washing up.

“You can’t just call me out like that Bats, after everything with been through too.” Dick feigned betrayal, a hand on his heart whilst Bruce shook his head.

“Oh yeah, how long did he wait for Starfire and Barbara though?” Tim jokingly nudged Jason who chuckled at the small dig, though charismatic and charming - when real feelings were involved, Dick Grayson wasn’t one to straightforwardly act on them.

“Real mature guys.”

“I think you should tell her.” Was the sincere voice of reason, Cassandras kind smile enough to silence the devilish remarks of his brothers who now shrugged in defeat.

“We could help...”

———

Miraculously, you'd attained reservations at the most eloquent restaurant in Gotham, located in the more luxurious district of the wealthy. As a result, it served only the finest gourmet cuisine and had waiting lists longer than any other, so much so that even Bruce Wayne had yet to successfully book a place at the establishment.

You had given him the news when he’d recounted the events of his family dinner (skipping over certain discussions) and how they were grateful for your generosity.

Now, you'd asked Dick for how many he'd like seated at the table so you could finalise the arrangements - he knew you worked there, meaning staff privileges were likely applied in this situation but he was still left speechless.

Gawking at the skyrocketing prices, Dick now understood how much missing one day of work would seriously cost you - he definitely couldn't have afforded your time that night after all.

"So, you say you're paying for this?"

With a painstaking hum of agreement, the eldest nodded with a hint of concern detected on his features, fortunately Bruce had come prepared with his own credit card (just in case). Although his family could be provoking and frivolous toward one another, they were also respectful in situations like these and wouldn't run the bill up too high like certain members would if Bruce had been footing the bill. Dick had a charismatic bond with all of them in that sense.

Meanwhile, you handled everything in your kitchen of organised chaos as the orders came pouring in, including that of Dicks table who you had yet to formerly greet.

"This is cereal..." The head waiter meant it more of a question than a statement, looking to you with upmost uncertainty due to the simplicity of the dish compared to those on your signature menu.

Did they even stock Lucky Charms with the ingredients? The answer was no, you’d intentionally bought them purely for this very day and scenario.

"I know, I know - please serve it to my neighbour on Table 12, he'll get it." You humourously assured the man who seemed to have more to say but didn’t wish to argue with higher authority.

"Ah, Chef..." Your sous chef called moments later, overlooking the scene with mild skeptism before realising the nature of your scheme.

"Hm?"

"You do realise he is currently seated with Mr Bruce Wayne, don't you?" Upon processing that unprecedented information you immediately bolted - hot on the trail of the waiter with a weak promise in your wake.

"What?! I thought he'd bring his friends along not his- oh god, I just sent them cereal- shit, I'll be right back!"

With strategy and precision, you carefully intercepted the tray only seconds before it’d be placed in front of the empty seat of Dick Grayson - the man in question probably taking a bathroom break.

"Aha, pardon me, this was an incorrect order on my part, please forgive the interruption." You bowed with an apology, disappearing in hopes the remainder of the party hadn’t the time to fully decipher the mistake.

Of course, unbeknownst to you, this was a table full of detectives who constantly observed even the most trivial of details.

"Was that... cereal?"

The night followed on as planned, yourself wrapped up in cooking and supervising throughout the night with the only interruption coming from the waiting staff informing you that Table 12 would like to meet the Chef. Such a gesture was commonplace for you, customers regarded as strangers being much less intimidating than your neighbours family - you couldn’t comprehend why, it’s not like you were dating him or anything but their auras just radiated strength.

"Good evening, I'm glad to hear you -" Arriving at the table, you weren’t given the chance to finish before Dick had stood to greet you with a warm smile gently brushing your upper arm once deciding against hugging you out of habit.

"Hey, (Y/n). You didn’t come over this morning, everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine Dick I just had to readjust a menu." You waved his worries off with a grateful nod, hands on your hips in accomplishment as you expected to resume natural conversation with him.

"Okay okay, compliments to you, the food was immaculate - but how do you know our brother?" A youthful male bearing a white streak through his hair cut in, genuine sincerity in his tone when offering his praise before incredulously gesturing to Dick.

"He's my neighbour."

"I - he's a what now?" Duke shook his head in disbelief, looking between you both rather unconvinced.

"Are you kidding me Grayson?!" Tim was next, the most exasperated out of the whole table as he pinched the bridge of his nose whilst Dick quizzically scanned each of his company for insight.

"What...?"

"You got cooking lessons from one of the top Chefs in the whole damn country, you're friends with her, and you didn't even know who she was?!" The slimly built youth exclaimed, apparently knowledgeable in regards to the culinary world and had read of your famous reputation.

“(Y/n) (L/n) owns this restaurant Dick. Also, thank for the other week, the recipe was lovely.” Bruce politely added, nodding to you with a smile.

“You didn’t say that, you only said you worked here.” Dick turned to you now, in a feeble attempt to justify his lack of acknowledgment to your renowned status.

“Well, I do. In my defence you never asked, I mean my apartment and kitchen are rather fancy - that didn’t come on minimum wage.” You replied a matter-of-factly with an air of confidence to your voice.

"Are we forgetting that this is also the chef who was going to serve Richard cereal?" At the remark from Duke, a heated flush adorned your skin due to the embarrassment of being caught - the whole table breaking into collective chuckles.

"You were? - Wow that's such a dick move!" Dick was openly laughing at your failed attempt at humour, lightly nudging your side as you pushed him away in playful defence.

"Shut up! I didn't realise you were with your family, or else I wouldn't have done it."

Jason immediately waved that claim off, cheekily smirking at you as he spoke. “Oh no, I'm so glad you did, honestly it's the main reason I like you right now."

“That and you spared us the horror of Graysons cooking.” Damian conviently inputted, conniving grin sent to his favourite brother.

“You’re welcome, ah I apologise but I should get back to work so please excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you all.” Taking a calculating glance over the expanse of exquisite tables and order exchanges you thought it best to return to your duties with a gracious smile and started toward the kitchen.

“Can I drop by tonight, I won’t be able to afford any thank you gifts after this but I’ll bring you a coffee?” Dick cheerily inquired, causing you to spin on your heel with a shy laugh and confirmation of his proposal.

“Don’t worry, this is my treat. You guys don’t have to pay for anything so enjoy the rest of your evening.” With that you were once again swept up into the busy atmosphere beyond the kitchen doors.

The table remained quiet for a few moments, Dick sitting down and looking to them almost as if searching for their impressions of you only to be met with bemused, impressed and mischievous gazes.

Not for you, oh no - these were shamelessly directed at a now enamoured Dick Grayson.

“Please marry her.”

#dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dc #dc imagine #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine

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Once and again, it all begins

Whumptober Day 4 - Running Out of Time

Barriss Offee, Clone Trooper Hardcase, Luminara Unduli

Warning for an explosion and some near-death experiences.

Part 1 of the Dogma, Barriss, and Fox Kill The Chancellor AU

(Ao3 Link)

The Force is with her. It always is, always will be, a constant companion in her life and one that will remain after death. The Force is everywhere, in everything and everyone.

And she is a Jedi. When the Force reaches out, it is her who heeds it's call, just as her Master before her does, a faith that's been passed down generations. Barriss is a Jedi, and so she follows the Force.

So when the Force calls out to her, intent and urgency and the weight of the war all coming to a needle-sharp point, culminating in the largest rush of power she's ever felt, she does not hesitate.

(In another galaxy, she does. In another world, she falters, thinks of her personal doubts regarding the Force and this war for just a second too long, and just like that the power is gone, a pathway opened and closed before she could even blink.

But this is not that galaxy, and here, she thinks not of herself, so she moves.)

There's no time to waste, and she cannot give them a warning, cannot pull out her comm and tell them whats going on. The most she can do is throw out a wave of that feeling in the Force, unrestrained and uncontrolled in a way that she hasn't been since she was an initiate. Then, Barriss breaks from formation in an instant, angling her fighter downwards, and surrenders herself to the Force's call.

Her hands are not her own, not fully, and there are voices in her ear, in her comm, but they are unimportant. She jerks her fighter to the side, and increases the speed as much as she dares, focuses, focuses, focuses.

Her path is clear in the Force, an incorporeal thread she's bound to, and she sinks further down into it, expels her worries, trusts. She can see the connections in a way she never has before, and the shadowy forests of Umbara are glowing with life, with the Force. She's submerged in it, much deeper than she's ever gone in meditation, and the world buzzes at her fingertips, the lifelines and intersections of the universe in her palm.

She tears through the trees, goes up towards the stars, and there's a battle in front of her, and after that, a ship-- Umbaran. Barriss can’t actually see it, not yet, but she knows it’s there, knows it, knows it.

Flying through the battle is a blur of instincts and lights, and this, this is what her Master meant when she told her to plan less, to listen more. This is right, this is what she’s meant to be doing, and it’s-- it’s been so long since she thought that. So long since she’d last had a moment free of doubt.

Before her, a ship looms, larger than the others. It is her destination, she knows, but-- something is tugging at her. Tugging at her, warning-- she cannot stay long.

Her thread intersects with an hatch into the ship, then jerks to the side, an impossibly tight turn. Suddenly, there’s a part of her that’s preparing for some kind of destruction that if all goes correctly will probably be inevitable. She’s calculating landing angles, and how best not to crush her comm when she inevitably goes down, and she’s flying, and--

She’s more than herself. The Force is there with her, guiding her, and she’s not alone as she enables her ship’s cloaking, goes straight on into the ship, completely unnoticed. The Force urges her forward, and so she goes.

Someone else has been here. Someones, perhaps. The droids aren’t manning their stations--

A door’s been completely blown up--

There.

Three starfighters, exchanging fire with a group of droids, and she slows to help, but--

No.

Two starfighters, exchanging fire with a group of droids-- the third isn’t shooting, it’s missing it’s shield, it’s empty-- she shoots forward again, and neither the droids nor the starfighter pilots see her.

Which--

Right. Her ship's cloaking is on, of course they don't see her. She's not here for them anyway, they're not the ones the Force is pulling her towards--

She looks down, and--

The Force confirms it for her, an otherworldly wash of clarity. There, on the other side of the ray shield, by a wing-mounted missile pod. That's whom she's been guided to, whom she must save.

Instinctively, she shoots forward again-- ray shields don’t block physical objects, so she’ll be able to fly in fine, and her ship takes the brunt of the electrical shock as they go in. It’s a clone trooper, she realizes, and he hasn’t noticed her yet, focused on the missile that he’s aiming at the other missiles--

Danger, the Force suddenly whispers, spikes in alarm, dangerdangerdanger--

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

The trooper throws the pod towards the stacked missiles, and Barriss moves--

Her cockpit opens with a punch of a button, she locks her feet in, her arms reach out--

He turns, and there’s a look of surprise that quickly turns to panic, a yell--

And--

(During the second battle of Geonosis, Ahsoka and her had very nearly blown themselves up. Master Luminara had started training her in creating shields the very next day.

"Force barriers," her Master had told her, "they’re otherwise known as Force warshields. You learned a basic version of them in the creche, but since you are training to be a consular, I never had you focus on refining them."

They were focusing on refining them now though, apparently. First they worked on shields for protecting herself, and by the end of it Barriss' eyes were swimming, but her shields were instinctive and impenetrable. Then they focused on shielding other Force sensitives, on how best to make the power of others supplement her own, and Buzz got a kick out of that one, as Master Luminara had recruited him to throw things at them to test Barriss' shields. From there, they moved onto shielding non-Force sensitives, then shielding groups, then conserving power to make her shields last longer, and by the end of it she was so sick of making shields that even the thought of doing it made her want to vomit.

She hadn’t been very appreciative of that at the time.

She is now, though.)

-- she throws her shields up, desperately wrapping them around herself and the trooper.

The explosion, when it comes, shakes her to the bone.

They're thrown to the side with the force of it and if her shields hadn't already been up, she knows they would have been quite literally ripped apart. The blinks, and when she opens her eyes again, the world has slowed down. The explosion appears to almost be happening in slow motion.

Barriss makes herself breathe in, breathe out, and she tightens her grip on the trooper, pulling him fully into the ship and closing the cockpit again, pouring all of her energy into keeping the shields around their ship active, into keeping the force of the explosion from tearing them apart, and-- kriff, kriff.

He's unconscious. He doesn't have a helmet on.

She thinks back to when she first saw him, and--

He didn't have a helmet on then, either.

What kind of di'kut--

Barriss shoves the thought away, and puts everything she's got into keeping out the flames. The shields will be impenetrable, unmovable, holding steady as they drift. Somehow she manages to The Force flows around her, sustains her, gives her the strength she needs to keep the barrier up as they tumble. She focuses on doing so, and her world narrows to the shield, the trooper, and the way the Force thrums through her veins. She puts everything she's got, and just a bit more into it, and--

She does it. She holds the shield, keeps the rubble and the lack of air from killing them as the force of the explosion tries and fails to tear them apart. She holds the shield, and she must hold the shield, because...

Because--

First and foremost, Barriss Offee is a Jedi. She is a Jedi, so she saves lives.

And because of that, she knows she must save this one.

Somehow, somehow, she hits the emergency button on her comm, sends out their location as they spin away from the site of the explosion, and the adrenaline leaves her as suddenly as it came. She barely manages to keep her shields up until they’re far enough away that letting go won’t kill them, but the impact when she lets go still knocks her breathe out of her, and she hears her head crack against the seat. Ouch. Kriff.

Barriss finds herself heaving as she tries to get air back into her lungs, tries to muster up the energy to check on the trooper that’s collapsed on her, tries to focus on something beyond the blur of the stars around her ship.

And she tries to stay awake, she really does, but she'd used the last bit of strength she had to keep them from dying immediately, and... and...

The world goes spins, and she barely manages to hit the button to decloak their ship before finally slipping into unconsciousness.

#whumptober2020 #no.4 #running out of time #star wars the clone wars #fic #explosion tw #near death tw #barriss offee #clone trooper hardcase #tcw #the clone wars #swtcw #umbara #my writing #fox barriss and dogma kill the chancellor au #gallorywrites

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oh my...could be 3 and 12? or just 3 if you have to choose, for Tech?

I can definitely do that! This should be fun! Thanks, anon! 💜

"Terrible Liars"

3. “I’m not jealous.”

12. “Say it!”

Pairing: Tech x fem reader

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You were a waitress at 79's, the Clone bar on Coruscant, during the Clone Wars. So that meant a lot of the Clone soldiers came in pretty frequently, usually after missions or before going on leave elsewhere. It was usually easy getting to tell a lot of them apart, despite them all having pretty much the same face. They all had different hairstyles, tattoos, scars or sometimes even different voices or accents.

Then things changed when the Bad Batch first showed up.

You almost didn't think these guys were Clones at first, but after taking a good look at a couple of them, you realized they were. They just had much different appearances. They were nice and tipped well and you found their company rather enjoyable.

Especially the goggled one named Tech.

Something about his sophisticated appearance and demeanor really stuck out to you and you thought he was cute and sweet. Secretly, you'd fill his drink just a little higher than the others. You'd catch his eye sometimes and give him a little wave, which he would return. He even held a brief conversation with you a time or two before just before he and his squad would leave the bar. Though, sometimes you wondered if he even knew you were flirting with him.

One day, you were working and one Clone who'd had a little too much to drink sidled up next to you at the bar as you were returning a tray with some empty cups.

"Hey cutie, when do you get off tonight?" he asked you, leaning against you.

You simply chuckled and replied, "Too late for you, I'm afraid, because I think it's time you head home. You've had a bit too much tonight."

"Oh, I'm just fine," he replied, his words slightly slurred.

"Mmm-hmm, sure," you hummed sarcastically, putting the cups on the bar.

You heard the door to the building open and saw the Bad Batch walking in. Seeing Tech in the back of the group made you smile. He caught your eye and went to wave, but then his hand faltered a little at seeing the other Clone now almost draped over you.

"Help me," you mouthed to him, hoping he could help get this guy away from you.

Tech noticed right away and you watched him get Wrecker's attention, whisper something to him while pointing in your direction and Wrecker gave a nod. The two of them came over and Wrecker put his arm around the drunk Clone's shoulder.

"Hey, reg, why don't you get outside and get some air? You look like you could use it," Wrecker said as he started leading the Clone away, who just incoherently agreed with him as they walked.

With a sigh, you said to Tech, "Thanks, Tech. That guy was pretty drunk and wouldn't lay off."

"Indeed," he agreed. "I did not like how he was practically hanging off of you. It was quite unbecoming."

You shot up an eyebrow. "Tech, were you jealous?" you inquired.

"I'm not jealous," he responded, though you could see a tint of red in his cheeks as he diverted his attention.

"You Clones are terrible liars, you know," you stated as you went around to the other side of the bar to start preparing more drinks.

For a moment, Tech was silent, looking like he was contemplating something. As you turned your back to grab a bottle, you heard him ask, "(Y/N), there is a request I wish to make of you."

"Have you decided what you wanted to order?" you asked back, as you turned around to face him, assuming that's what he'd been thinking about.

"Uh...yes," he answered.

When he didn't tell you what he wanted, you urged him, "Well...say it. What would you like?"

He mustered up his courage and spoke, "If I may, I would like to have dinner with you."

You froze, surprised at his answer.

Then he went on, "I was indeed jealous because I actually think you are a very beautiful and kind woman that I have come to fancy and admire. Seeing that Clone with you seems to have finally given me the push I needed to formally request a date with you...that is, if you are interested."

If you weren't at work, you would've squealed and jumped for joy at the fact that Tech had actually asked you out! You thought he never would.

Instead, you grabbed a bottle of his favorite drink, poured it into a cup, slid it towards him and said, "On the house." Then you smiled widely and told him, "I get off in an hour. Then I will gladly go to dinner with you."

Then Tech got the sweetest grin on his face you'd ever seen from him. This was shaping up to be a good night.

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Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-Two

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"Ah!" I squeal with a small giggle laced through it, Nikki's lips pressing to my shoulder while he pulls out of me and his cum spills on the inside of my thighs that are wide open.

My leg's hooked over his hip as he lays behind me with his arm snaking around my waist, between my breasts, while his hand has a solid hold on my throat.

When he's done, he's pressing one last kiss to my cheek before rolling over on his back, reaching for something on his night table.

I shift to my back, staring up at the mirrored ceiling to see him holding something out to me.

I turn my head to look at him just as he's taking my hand and sliding my wedding ring back on, pressing a little kiss to my hand before grabbing at my jaw assertively, kissing me.

"Apology accepted." I say once he pulls away.

"Yeah, ditto." He chuckles, kissing me one last time before I'm giving out a content sigh and sitting up to go shower.

Once I get out, I dry off and wrap myself in a towel, brushing through my wet hair with my fingers as I step into our bedroom to get some lotion on and get dressed.

"Wait, wait." Nikki stops me as I squeeze lotion onto my hand and I look up at him and raise my brows, seeing him grab his camera from the drawer in the nightstand. "Okay, drop the towel and oil up nice: I'm gonna need something to keep me company while I'm in the studio for countless hours the next several weeks."

I roll my eyes and hold back a smile, throwing my towel at him and it hits him in the face.

"Woo!" He cheers, tossing the towel away and I cover my chest just as the flash goes off and I shake my head a little, ignoring him collecting the dispensed Polaroid as I start putting my moisturizer on.

When I'm finished, I'm pulling on sweat pants and hooking my bra, about to pull a tank top on.

"Hey, Viv?" Nikki asks me.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Is the Lord's prayer important?"

I furrow my brows, finding it odd that's he's asking.

"Well, it's the template Jesus gave Christians to use when praying so yes, it's very important." I reply and he nods a little.

"So...like...what is the prayer, exactly?"

I drop the tank-top in my hands, my eyes widen, and I look at him like he's lost his mind.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Nikki Sixx?"

"Ha, ha." He sarcastically lets out.

"No, seriously, either you're a clone, had a bad dose of drugs, or your body is officially done with and dying and God's jabbing at you to throw one last 'hail Mary' attempt at salvation before you croak."

"No, I just wanna know what I need to say when I pray to you." He replies with a smirk and I pretend to nearly trip and fall on the floor as if it's slippery.

"Woah, woah, woah, you gotta give me a warning before you say something so slick." I tell him, grinning and he pulls me onto him, laughing. "And to answer your question, it's 'Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen'." I finish, deciding he wasn't even listening, but I have a weird feeling he's taking notes. "Seriously, though, why're you asking?" I add, my fingers fiddling with the various necklaces hanging around his neck.

A devious, childish, sneaky little tug of his lips his highlighting the "up to no good" look in his hazel eyes as his pointer finger traces the crucifix around my neck before meeting my gaze.

"Just curious."

Just a dumbass.

I finish dressing before stepping out to check the mail.

When I come back, I realize there's a handwritten note pinned to the door.

It's signed by our accountant and I roll my jaw.

It was $2,500.00 last May, which means he's been going through $5,000.00 a day.

"Uh, Nikki?!" I call coming into the house with the mail and the letter, going to our bedroom where he's plucking at his bass, waving the letter.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Sixx 1 & 2,

Sixx 1 is still spending exponential amounts of money on heroin a day. I left a warning last May, and said Nikki will either be dead or the two of you will be completely broke by May this year. That still stands because the amount being spent has doubled since then. Slow down." I read it off. "Nikki, it was $2,500.00 last time so he's saying you're currently spending $5,000.00 a day on smack?!" I raise my voice. "How the hell can someone possibly do that much heroin--or any freaking drug--in one day?!"

"Viv--"

"--That's $1.6 million a year! Did we even make that much last year!" I scream.

"We? Vivian, you've never worked a day in your fucking life. There is no 'we made', it's what I made. And because I'm the one who made the money, I can do whatever the hell I want with it so just hop off."

"Nikki, baby, we have bills, and insurance didn't cover as much on my time in the hospital and follow-ups as we had hoped so we have to spend money on necessities and not..." I trail off, calming myself down, rubbing my forehead, trying not to start crying.

"Viv, I'll handle it." He tells me after a moment of quiet between us. "Alright?"

I rub my lips together, letting out a sigh as he holds his hand out to take the stack of bills from me.

I hand them over, not saying a word more, before leaving him to continue scraping up motivation to actually write something.

He wrote "Wild Side", which completely reworks and assaults the Lord's prayer...then the bastard listed me as a co-write because, "well you told me what the prayer was to begin with so technically you helped me write it."

When the conservatives went digging around once the album was released, they dragged me through the mud when they saw my name attached to a bastardized version of something sacred to christianity and I heard every degrading, yet passive, insult any holier-than-thou Bible-biddy could throw at me.

I stopped going to church for quite a while after that because I didn't even want to face the possibility of all those people smiling in my face while thinking, "she's not the really for God."

"Valentine's Day?" I ask Doc, raising my brows. "...Really?"

"Well, they wanna get a good feel of Nikki and you're obviously a part of his life, so they figured spending Valentine's Day with you two would be pretty interesting." He explains.

"I don't want anybody getting a good feel of Nikki's anything." I reply stubbornly, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, and Viv won't let me pull out the really special techniques while someone's in the house with us." Nikki adds. "And she only lets me do them on special occasions."

"Nobody's feeling anybody else, and you two sodomites can have all the fun you want once the interview is done with. It'll take four hours, tops." Doc says, looking at Nikki. "We're gonna have to start promoting the album."

This is the selling point.

Nikki sighs, rubbing his face, groaning.

"Fine." He gives up, looking at me. "We can entertain the nosy bastard for a few hours, I guess."

"I suppose." I roll my eyes.

"Thank you." Doc let's out with relief.

"Was that it?" I ask him, glancing around his office.

"Oh, yeah." He nods.

"We drove down here just for you to tell us something you could have easily called and told us over the phone?" Nikki asks next.

"Yeah, 'cause I wanted to see how you look and sure enough you look like shit." Doc states and Nikki rolls his eyes. "Which reminds me, clean up your house and make yourself seem like you're not on drugs. K?" Doc gives us a parting word of advice as we stand up to leave.

"Yeah, yeah, got it." Nikki waves him off, leaving in front of me.

"Viv." Doc says to me and I nod reassuringly.

"I'll make sure he keeps it together for the interview."

"Thank you, you two be careful on the way home."

"We will, bye." I shut the door and follow Nikki out to his Jeep.

"I really don't feel like dealing with the press." He grumbles, looking at me now with his sunglasses on and I give him a small smile.

"Maybe it won't be that bad."

"I don't like people I don't fuck with in my house. It's my house. My space. It isn't a fucking amusement park that's open for review." He cranks the car and I put my seat belt on.

"Baby?"

"What?" He says a little harsh.

"It will be okay." I pat his fluffy hair. "K?"

He doesn't answer, actually pouting like a spoiled little boy.

When he ignores me, about to start driving, I raise a brow, unbuckle, and my fingers slowly fumble with the button on his jeans as his pout falters and his smirk replaces it, followed by the sound of a content, groan-filled sigh, and the back of his head hitting the back of his seat when I get my mouth around his prick.

Once we get home I'm wiping the remains of slobber and cum from my lips and he's struggling to keep his legs from collapsing.

"Are you okay?" I ask him smugly when his leg shakes a little bit as he unlocks the front door.

"Watch it, Sixx." He warns as he points at me, his hand popping me on the ass when I walk in front of him to go inside, and I let out a small shriek, following it with a laugh.

My laughter abruptly stops when I see Vanity watching T.V.

She actually seems sober enough, but she looks like she just came off of a bender.

Nikki and I look at each other.

"Oh, there you are. Nikki wasn't answering the phone and I wanted to see him." She tells us, her eyes glued him, and he sighs.

"Well, I'm here. What do you want?" He asks her in a snap, taking his jacket off.

"Nikki, quit being rude." I tell him quietly.

"Showing up to people's houses uninvited is rude." He replies, glaring at her.

"Not when I gave her the code to the gate and a key." I state.

His eyes bug for a second and he's raising his brows at me.

"You what?"

"Tansy has the code and a key, Tommy, Vince and Mick have the code and a key. Izzy, Steven, Slash, Duff, Axl--"

"--That's different." He cuts me short.

"How? They're our friends and so is she." I point out.

"If I'm not welcome I can just go." She says, grabbing her coat.

"Bye." Nikki says just as I say, "no, it's okay."

He and I give each other dirty looks.

"I was actually about to start cooking dinner and invite some friends over so feel free to stay, please." I offer to her. "Nikki, I need your help in the kitchen."

He follows me and I yank on the ends of his hair once we're alone, scolding him.

"Will you stop being a jackass to her?!" I whisper-yell.

"Can you stop being so fucking nice to people? It's stupid."

"Oh, God forbid Nikki Sixx be married to someone who's not a complete bitch." I roll my eyes, grabbing a few pans from our cabinet and he let's out a heavy breath.

"She's fucking crazy, Vivian." He argues and I turn to face him.

"You say the same thing about me any time I piss you off. I really believe she's a good girl, Nikki. She just needs one, good, solid friend that isn't just friends with her to have someone to do drugs with." I explain.

"Oh, yeah, Viv, she's really good...at being a fucking slut."

I pop him in the side of the face and point my finger at him.

"You don't talk like that about Vince or Tommy or Robbin so why the hell talk like that about her?"

"Because she is one." He ignores me and I let out a breath. "Some of the dudes she's fucked are married." He adds.

"Tansy has slept with married men, is she a slut, too?" I ask him and he rolls his jaw. "What I thought."

"Viv, I really don't--"

"Okay, Nikki. Whatever you say." I interrupt him, grabbing some things from the fridge. "She's an awful person, got it. Can you please help me with this so I can clean up the house some?" I ask.

He hesitates for a second before opening the packet of chicken on the counter I pulled from the fridge.

"Thank you." I smile, kissing his cheek, before leaving him alone so I can get the house in nice shape.

To say Nikki projected shit onto Vanity would be an understatement. Her hands weren't clean, of course, but he would often externally put her down the way he internally put himself down for what the two of them were doing to me. It was moments like that, that I looked back on after finding everything out, and would want to hit myself.

He practically told me they were sleeping together without actually saying "hey, I'm screwing this woman that you think is your friend, and you're being too nice and naive to think we wouldn't do that to you."

"Tommy and Heather, Vince and Sharise, Tansy and Vanity, Duff, Slash, Steven, Izzy and Axl." I tell Mick how many people will be at dinner and I hear him let out a breath on the other end of the phone.

"I don't know, Viv." He tells me.

"Mick, c'mon, I haven't seen you very much the past year."

"I don't know..."

"Mick--"

"--Mick, get your ass over here so we can have a good time. We're gonna see you in the studio tomorrow, anyway, so just come celebrate the commencement of the start of the new album." Nikki says after he takes the phone from me.

Mick says something and Nikki grins.

"Alright, bye." He hangs up. "He's in." He tells me.

"Thank you for snatching the phone from me, dickhead." I say, half-joking.

"Okay, I am this close," he holds his pointer finger and thumb centimeters apart from each other. "to bending you over my knee and beating your ass."

"Promise?" I reply, grinning, and he tugs me closer to him, but just before our lips meet, Vanity is walking--more so bursting--into the kitchen.

"Nikki, when are we hanging out?" She asks him, nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Nikki's hands dig into my hips as if he's channeling his frustration instead of being rude.

I know what "hangout" means, and I don't need him cracked out, especially not now with guests coming over soon.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Vanity." I explain to her as politely as I can.

"Why not?" She asks me.

"Just not aright now." Nikki tells her, actually more tolerant than he was earlier.

I don't know if I'm shocked because he's not being an ass to her, or because he's  turning down the opportunity to go hit a crackpipe. 

Vanity looks at me for a split second--a very short, nearly millisecond--as if I'm the fucking Devil, before it vanishes and she smiles at us.

"Okay, I'm gonna be in the bathroom freshening up." She tells us, walking in the direction of the guest bathroom, and I let out a breath when she's gone.

"You mean you don't wanna greet our guests naked, waving a gun, and accuse them of being the FBI before opening fire?" I ask him.

He just gives me an unamused look.

"I'm gonna go change before that 'ass beating' is administered." I suggest.

"Yeah, good idea."

I change, put on some makeup, and run my fingers through my hair to comb it out before stepping into the kitchen to help Nikki finish up.

I'm met with uncooked food.

"Uh...Nikki?!" I call, glancing at the clock to see it's 8:00pm.

People will be here any minute.

I go looking for him, smelling the familiarity of cocaine.

"Oh my God." I say to myself, opening the guest bedroom to see Nikki and Vanity crouched over their pipes with a mountain of blow out.

They look at me with wild eyes.

As if on cue, the doorbell rings.

"Please be someone sober. Please be someone sober." I repeat, shutting the door as I step to the door.

I open it to reveal Duff and the guys.

"I need help." I tell them, sounding panicked. "Nikki and Vanity's cracked out."

"Um, w-we were gonna ask you for help." Duff tells me.

"What, why?"

They move over and I see Tansy, shaking a little.

"Are you--"

Before I can finish, a familiar "BANG" is sounding through the house and is joined with a loud, ear-shattering shriek of glass breaking, and we hit the ground, Duff securing me under him before a second shot is fired, breaking more glass, causing Tansy to start screaming and crying from under Axl and Steven.

I thank God when Nikki doesn't shoot again, instead the sound of him scrambling to get to his closet, and the sound of Vanity's heels scampering along with him has me sighing with relief. I hear him slam our bedroom door, and Duff runs his thumbs under my eyes to wipe at tears that I had no idea were even coming out of me.

"Holy shit." Izzy mumbles. 

"Are you okay?" Duff asks me and I nod as he helps me up.

"Tansy?" I ask her gently, she's got her hands over her ears, tears streaming down her face.

Axl carefully steps into the house as I continue to reassure Tansy.

"Uh, Viv?" Axl asks.

"I got it, Viv." Steven tells me, trying to calm Tansy down.

I follow Axl into the house, and I'm taken back by the sight of our entire ceiling in the living room shattered over our couches, the carpet, the coffee table, the T.V., it's a giant sheet of sparkling, sharp, shards of mirror.

It seems like forever just staring at the damage done to my house, and I'm unable to get words to come out of my mouth.

"Dude, is Tansy alright?" Tommy's voice sounds at the door and we snap around to see him.

I hear Heather and Sharise outside before Vince comes in behind Tommy, their brows raising at the sight of the mess.

"Hooollllyyyy..." the blonde singer drags out.

"You alright?" Axl asks me, and anger rolls through me, my teeth grinding together.

"Viv?" Tommy adds.

"Doc. Bob. Now." Is all I'm able to say.

"On it." Tommy doesn't waste a minute stepping through the glass to get to the phone in the living room while Axl tugs me back outside to avoid murdering Nikki.

That was the first straw that began the process of breaking the camel's back.

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[veliseraptor]

So! I was rereading The Vivisection Mambo and I started thinking about Loki's clones, specifically if one had survived and if it had how would that work, if you don't mind sharing?

how you gaze upon my bones, 1.5k, doctor doom & loki

so I’ve had this prompt sitting in my inbox for approximate forever, and finally finished writing the thing I was working on it for it, so HERE ENJOY HAVE A CREEPY FIC, warnings for only mildly gory vivisection, generally creepy content 

this is nominally an au of Remember This Cold but all you really need to know about that is that Loki has been crashing with Doom and being a total asshole to him while Doom fantasizes about vivisecting him and is trying to make Loki clones in his basement.

His first memory was a silver mask with rectangles for eyes and mouth, looking down at him. “Attempt four-hundred and thirty-two,” it said, “success.”

So he knew, from the beginning, that he had been made. Created, deliberately and out of nothing, from the metal mask’s will. Before his name, or anything else, he was aware of that: he existed for one reason, and one reason alone.

Because his creator wanted him to.

**

He was born fully grown. “I did not want a child,” his creator told him. “How tiresome that would have been.” He paused, studying him. “Do you want to know your name?”

“Yes,” he said after a moment, because he could see that his creator wanted him to ask.

“Loki,” he said. “I name you Loki. My Loki.” His metal face showed no feeling, but he - Loki, his god-given name - could hear his pride. “Do you want to know my name?”

“Yes,” Loki whispered.

His maker touched his jaw with his metal fingers, almost a caress. “Perhaps someday I will tell you. When you prove yourself worthy.”

“I will,” Loki said.

“We shall see.”

**

His creator kept him safe in the nursery where he had been born. He examined him daily, weighing and measuring to ensure his health, injecting him with something that made him feel odd and shivery. “What is it?” He asked, and his creator looked at him with hard, cold eyes that made him quail back in fear.

“Why should you need to know?” He said, and if his voice was level it still sent a chill down Loki’s spine. “I tell you it is necessary. That should be sufficient.”

“Of course,” he said quickly, because he knew a warning when he heard it, and if he trusted his creator he knew, too, that just as he had brought Loki into being, so, too, could he destroy him. “I was only curious.”

“Too much curiosity, Loki, can be a bad thing.”

“Yes,” Loki agreed, but the curiosity endured, the dangerous, disloyal wondering, no matter how hard he tried to quash it.

Perhaps his pressing was why his creator tied him down and sucked blood from his veins until he was weak and woozy. Why, he wanted to ask, but it was not his to know. His creator did not need reasons. Loki belonged to him, in totality; blood, bone, and viscera.

“You are a beautiful thing,” his creator said, looking down at him, and Loki smiled giddily back at him.

**

“Why did you make me?” Loki asked, watching his creator at work, examining something under a scope.

“To see if I could,” his creator said, not turning. Loki shifted.

“Is that all?”

His creator paused, turning around. He was not wearing his mask, today, allowing Loki to see his face clearly, his raised eyebrows. “Do I need any other reason?”

Loki hesitated, but his creator seemed in good humor, so he dared further questioning. “No,” he said. “Not need, but...did you?”

His creator examined him, his eyes sharp enough that they seemed to peel Loki’s skin away, like he was looking under the surface. “You have your curiosities,” he said. “I have mine. And making you...satisfied some of them.”

“And the rest?” Loki asked. His creator did not quite smile.

“Soon,” he said, “you will answer the rest.” He stood, approaching Loki, and laid a hand on his chest, above his heart. “I made you. Know that when I unmake you...it will be a worthy sacrifice.”

Loki shivered, his insides lurching. “Can I not be more good to you alive?” He asked, and was ashamed of the hint of pleading in the question.

“For now,” his creator said. “But all things must end. As must you, eventually.”

“What can I do,” Loki asked, “to serve you better?”

His expression chilled. “Do not plead with me, or grovel,” his creator said. “It does not suit you. Have some dignity.”

Loki twitched back and then straightened, lifting his chin. Shame sank its teeth into him. “I will prove myself to you,” he swore.

“You will,” his creator said, “by accepting the truth. Just as you were mine to create, you are mine to destroy. Do you understand?”

Loki swallowed, his chest constricting. You failed, he thought. You failed. This was a test, and you failed it. “I understand,” he said.

“Good,” his creator said. “Then know that it is an honor.”

“An honor,” Loki echoed. Trying to convince himself. He was afraid, and tried to stifle that fear as weakness.

His creator looked at him for a long time, then turned and donned the mask.

“It’s time for your injection,” he said. This time, it seemed there was more, and it left his senses dulled and his head thick. He did not like the feeling, but he tried to resign himself to it. This was what his creator wanted. What he needed.

Who was he to question? No one. Nothing. He would not live except by his creator’s hands.

It was only fair that his death would serve him as well.

**

He had the sense that his creator was waiting for something. Expecting some kind of signal - that he was moving toward taking the final step. Loki found he was not ready.

He found he did not want to die.

When the time comes, will you fight? He asked himself. Will you struggle against him? Will you rebel?

No, he told himself. No. I will never. I am loyal. This is what is meant to be, and I will accept it.

Gradually, he found a kind of peace. A resignation. His creator, Loki knew, was watching. Judging him, perhaps waiting for him to realize that it was not his choice what path he walked - only how he walked it. With dignity, or like an animal - screaming, fighting, futile.

“I understand,” he told his creator, finally. “I am yours. Your creation. Your sacrifice.”

He reached out, touched Loki’s face with bare skin. So rare, and the depth of the favor of it left Loki dizzy. “Yes,” he said, plainly pleased. “Exactly.”

“I am ready,” Loki said, and did not let his voice shake, though the fear still made his heartbeat quicken. But he was not ruled by fear.

His creator looked him in the eye, something burning there that made him shiver. A hunger, like he meant to devour him. “Yes,” he said at last. “I think it’s time.”

**

It hurt.

He did not want to scream. He knew it was an honor, more than that, knew it was his creator’s right - he had made Loki and so all that Loki was belonged rightfully to him. But his body still rebelled and he was grateful for the restraints that kept him from lashing out, from hurting his maker as he opened Loki’s body and took him apart.

His screams angered his creator. In the end, he gagged Loki to silence him, because he could not silence himself. Shame at his weakness, at his failure, burned like fire in his veins.

But then his maker touched something in him and murmured, perfect, and his heart swelled with gratitude that he had not been found wholly wanting.

His creator’s fingers grazed against his heart and Loki felt tears leak from his eyes. He forced them open, panting through his nose, awareness bleeding in and out.

“My name,” his creator said. “Let me give it to you now, Loki, in these your last moments. Even if you will never know what it means.”

Loki stared at him, helpless, voiceless. His heart thudded against the palm of his creator’s hand, faltering beats fighting to go on. Could this truly be his purpose? This pain, this slow agony, this merciless destruction-

It must be. It had to be.

You are mine to create. Mine to destroy.

His creator removed his mask. “My name is Victor von Doom,” his creator said. “And Loki, all that you are is mine.” There was a terrible satisfaction, an awful triumph, written on his face.

**

Loki - for so Victor had begun to think of him, instead of Specimen #432 - exhaled a rattling breath. His heart stopped under Victor’s hand, his body going slack.

He smiled down at the vivisected corpse. There was still more to do - more detailed examinations to perform on this, his first living specimen. The first clone of a god.

But not the last.

He walked across the lab, wiping his hands clean with a towel, and pulled the curtain aside to look at Specimen #433, suspended in fluid, waiting to be woken.

Somewhere above him, Loki prowled the halls, so certain of himself, so full of arrogance, the certainty that he was better than Victor. There was no rush to depose him, now. No rush, but he still would. When he was ready.

Then he would bring Loki - the first Loki, the original - to his knees, face to face with the proof that he was flesh and blood. That Victor had already made and unmade him, again and again. Then, with the power Loki’s secrets gave him, he would wipe him from the Earth. And then he would finish off Thor, and the rest of the pathetic Avengers.

Leaving only Doom.

#anonymous #creeper von doom #a wild fic appeared #loki's a goddamn mess #so are loki clones #hey creepy fic!!! have fun