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Summary︱Andy's twin, Ransom, came into town for the holidays but hasn't left. The two of you have gotten particularly close. After Andy made you mad Ransom recommends a certain type of training to blow some steam off.

Pairings︱Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Virgin!Fem!Reader

W.C︱3.4k

Warnings︱It's Ransom, cursing, kissing, pet name: kitten, daddy kink, cheating, oral (m!), handjob,

Author's note︱This is part 2 to Oh Brother but you can read it without having to read Oh Brother. I hope you guys enjoy! Also thank you for the 3k :D Because it is valentine's day it is longer and pure fluff towards the end! Follow my side blog @mavsstars-garden!

Ransom always got what he wanted. New car? Got it. New watch? Got it. New one night stand? Got it. No matter the price, cash or morals, he always got what he wanted. There was only one thing Ransom truly wanted and was willing to work for.

You. Except Andy took you away from him.

Ransom had no morals. To him there was no wrong. It simply didn’t exist. He could easily take candy away from a baby and even be proud of it. He could stroll past a shelter of little puppies begging for a new home and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. The man was capable of cheating, lying, manipulation and so much more. Ransom had become such an amazing liar that you often can’t tell when he’s telling the truth and when he isn’t.

When he informed you about Andy’s infidelity, you half bought it, half didn’t. You wondered if he was telling the truth. After all they were twins and considering how close they are it would make sense they tell each other everything. Though Ransom didn’t directly say Andy told him. Unfortunately it still didn’t change the fact that he said it.

6 years ago

Ransom despised picking his cousin, Jacob Thrombey. It was nothing but a waste of his time. Jacob was the living reason he never ever wanted kids.

“Little shithead,” Ransom cursed as he looked down at his watch. Jacob should’ve been out already. Having waited long enough, Ransom stepped out of the car and shut the car door and walked towards the front doors.

Then you came out with Jacob in front of you. Ransom stopped in his tracks as he heard your voice. Jacob was on his phone, doing god knows what on it and completely ignoring you.

“Try to get the project in by Monday! It’s really important you get it in,” you told Jacob as he walked towards Ransom’s car.

“Mhm,” he hummed, uninterested in what you had to say.

“Have a great day!”

“Yeah, you too,” Jacob waved you off.

You turned to glance at Ransom, sending him a sweet smile and a wave. Ransom sent you his infamous smirk, lowering his sunglasses to send you a wink. Your smile turned into a bashful one as you walked away.

The sudden slam of a car door broke Ransom's trance. He whipped his head and saw Jacob had just gotten in the car, no doubt slamming the door.

“Hey! Don’t slam my door!” he exclaimed as he lightly jogged back to his car.

“Who was that?” Ransom asked after he got in the car. “Hello?” He asked after there was no response.

“That’s the substitute teacher for Mrs. Penny while she’s on maternity leave,” Jacob blankly answered.

“And…” Ransom trailed off, wanting to know more.

“She’s nice I guess, doesn’t make us do a lot of work,” Jacob replied, not peeling his eyes from his phone. “She’s single if that's what you’re wondering.”

The entire car ride Ransom thought about you. He wondered what your name was and why were you a substitute teacher? Why did you have to be such a hot substitute teacher? Oh what he would’ve given to be a fly in your room while you changed. After he dropped Jacob off, he immediately called his brother.

“Andy, you’ll never believe this.”

“Are you in trouble again? I already told you Ransom, I’m not going to-”

“No it’s not that!” Ransom cut Andy off. “I just saw the hottest woman today.”

“This is what you called me for?” Andy questioned, very unamused at this. “Seriously?”

“No you don’t understand,” Ransom began, “I picked Jacob off today and his hot substitute walked out with him. I can’t even begin to describe how she looks. I’ve found my future wife.”

Andy laughed as he shook his head. “Yeah right. You say that about every girl with a nice pair of tits you come in contact with.”

“I’m 100% serious Andy.”

Ransom and Andy have very distinct tastes for women, 99% of the women Ransom found attractive, Andy didn’t. Though the way his brother rambled about the woman, Andy’s intrigued. It couldn’t hurt to look. Right?

The next day he offered to pick Jacob up from school. He leaned against his car as he waited for him to walk out. Andy didn’t like picking him up either, Jacob liked to take his time and was always the last one to walk out.

When Andy heard the front doors open his head perched up. There you were, walking side by side with Jacob. There had only been a handful of moments where Andy was left speechless, this was number three on this list. His own body suddenly brought him closer towards you and he met you halfway. It felt like you were calling out to him, bringing him with an invisible rope you tied around his body.

“Hello!” you greeted Andy, shaking his hand while you said your name.

“Hello, I’m Andy Barber,” Andy eagerly repeated back. He couldn’t believe the beauty that was standing right across from him.

Rarely did Andy ever go after anything Ransom wanted, he always preferred to take a step back and let his brother enjoy it. This time was different. Ransom couldn’t have you, no. Not this time. Andy for once was being selfish.

“I hope this doesn’t sound too forward but what are you doing Saturday night?”

“What’s going on in your pretty little head?” You heard Ransom ask you as he tapped your head three times with his pointer finger.

“Nothing,” you mumbled.

“Really?” Ransom sarcastically questioned. “Because the popcorn was done 3 minutes ago and you’re missing your favorite part of the movie.”

“I’ve seen the movie a million times already, I can replay the scene in my head Ransom.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact that everytime you watch it you recite the entire scene word for word,” Ransom said. “You were thinking about Andy weren’t you?”

You remained quiet and bit the inside of your cheek. “What's wrong with that?” you questioned as you walked past Ransom to grab a bowl to pour the popcorn in. “He’s my fiance, I’m supposed to be thinking about him. It might be a surprise to you but when you’re in love you think about your significant other.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all flowers and cuddles and all that colorful bullshit,” Ransom waved off. “Lately you’ve been in a bad mood, Kitten. Does Andy have to do anything with it?”

“No,” you lied.

Ransom snuck up behind you and firmly pressed his front to your hack. His hands were placed at your sides, trapping you in. “What have I told you about lying to me, Kitten?” You could feel his breath fanning over your ear.

“You don’t like it when I lie.”

“Exactly, daddy doesn’t like it when Kitten lies to him now does he?”

“No,” you measly squeaked out. “I won’t do it again.”

“You’re such a good girl,” he cooed, placing a delicate kiss on the tip of your nose. “I’ll rewind the parts you missed, let's go.” His hand intertwined with yours as he was leading you out of the kitchen.

“Honey?!” Andy called out.

You immediately snatched your hand away from Ransom and took 3 steps away from him. If you weren’t so panicked you would’ve noticed the flash of disappointment on Ransom’s face. You missed the warmth of Ransom’s hand even if you only held it for a couple of moments.

“There you are!” Andy exclaimed when he entered the room, “I’ve been calling you.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, I was watching a movie with Ransom,” you replied. You noticed he was in a suit he normally wore for certain occasions paired with the watch you gave him last year as a birthday gift.

“Why are you in your suit?”

“I got a call, there’s an emergency meeting.”

“An emergency meeting? At 7:45 pm on a Sunday?” you questioned with your head tilted to the side. “But you never work on a Sunday.”

“I know Honey, I’m really sorry,” Andy began to apologize, “but I really have to go.”

“But you promised-”

“I know I promised but,” Andy looked down at his watch and mumbled under his breath, “Fuck I’m going to miss the res-.”

“You’re going to miss what?” you asked Andy with your arms crossed around your chest. When Andy didn’t respond you asked again though you got no response again. “Andy, I asked you a question.”

“I’m really sorry again Honey,” he apologized again. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“What time will you be back?” you asked him yet another question, frustration building up inside you from him ignoring your questions.

“Don’t know but I really really have to go,” he quickly said. Andy placed a kiss on your temple, “Don’t wait up for me.”

“Andy?!” you exclaimed, following him to the front door but in response all you got was the door slamming shut. You quickly opened the door and stuck your head out. “Andy!”

“Bye!” Andy yelled as he frantically got in his car.

“This is great,” you exasperated as you came back through the door. You turned to look at Ransom, “I can’t believe he blew me off for work. Again.”

“You don’t actually think he had an emergency meeting do you?” Ransom asked you.

“Well….yeah,” you answered with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Oh Kitten,” Ransom sighed. He then patted the empty spot next to him on the couch, “c’mere.”

You silently obeyed and walked towards the couch. Just as you were about to sit down, Ransom pulled your hips and sat you right on his lap. “Ran!” You squealed, trying to leave his lap but his hold on your was firm. “Ransom! Let go!”

“Or what?” Ransom challenged, “Andy is going to see us?”

You gave up on fighting to get out of his lap and relaxed into his touch. “Why would he leave so abruptly?”

“Because he’s out to see the other woman,” Ransom bluntly responded.

“Really?” you asked.

“Kitten it’s obvious! Andy is showing textbook signs he’s cheating on you.”

Ransom felt your body tense up from the anger. He began to kiss your neck and you shrugged him off. “I’m mad Ransom,” you protested, “let go.”

Ransom ignored you and continued to place kisses on your neck. “I know Kitten but just relax,” he murmured. “And I know just how to do that.”

“How?” you asked, trying to pull away from Ransom.

“Training always takes my mind off of things.”

“Training?” you asked in disbelief, “Ransom I don’t want to work out.”

“No, not that type of training Kitten.” His right hand left your hip and slithered his way up to your throat. “This type of training,” he said, lightly squeezing your throat.

You turned your head and looked at him in bewilderment, “do you mean….”

“You know exactly what I mean Kitten.”

You gulped. To say you were nervous would’ve been an understatement. You were as clueless as one could be when it came to sex. Truth be told you were glad you would wait until marriage, it gave you more time to avoid giving a blowjob to a man.

It wasn’t that you found it disgusting. No. You found it terrifying. You were scared you would do it wrong. Or accidentally bite down on it. Or even worse, accidentally throw up. You’ve heard stories from your friends how they hated giving blowjobs and all the horrors it came with. Now it was your turn to dance the tango.

“I-I don’t know if I can do it,” you nervously stuttered out.

“Relax Kitten, we’ll go nice and slow just for you.” Ransom's left hand began to massage your thigh sensually. “I’ll stop whenever you want me to stop.”

“You want daddy to feel good, don’t you?” he added.

“I do,” you replied.

“Help me take off my pants,” Ransom demanded. As you began to get off his lap and unbuckle his belt he continued talking. “It’s not hard Kitten–well not yet–but think of it as sucking on a popsicle. You have to hollow your cheeks out.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No but your jaw will be sore,” he chuckled. “Oh and when I tell you to open your mouth, open wide and stick your tongue out.”

You nodded along to what he said and took mental notes. Once his pants and boxers were pooled at his ankles you sat back on your feet and waited for his next instruction. Ransom was already hard, his cock was thick and oozing with precum. Just looking at it made your body tingle.

“Open wide Kitten,” Ransom instructed.

You immediately obeyed and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out just how Ransom told you. He slapped the tip of his cock onto your tongue. It was heavy and you could taste his precum on your tongue. The action was dirty but god you loved it.

“Okay now swirl your tongue on the tip.” You swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut from the action and his head slightly leaned back. “Kitten, keep your eyes on daddy.”

You peered at him through your eyelashes, your eyes looked innocent but your mouth told a whole other story. Ransom’s hand went to your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your cheek.

“Now listen very carefully, if you can’t take it, tap my thigh three times. Got it?”

“Got it!” you said.

“That’s my girl,” he praised. “Remember to–”

“To hollow out my cheeks like I’m sucking on a popsicle,” you finished for him. “I’m ready.”

Ransom grabbed the base of his cock and began to guide it in your mouth. When you felt the tip go past your lips you knew your jaw would be sore the next day, it was so thick. As his cock went further into your mouth your nails dug into his thighs and you could feel the tears brimming your eyes. The second Ransom felt you gag around him, he stopped. He didn’t pull out but he wasn’t going to go any farther.

“How you feeling Kitten?’ Ransom asked through a strained voice. Your mouth was warm and so inviting. You couldn’t give him a verbal response so you opted for a thumbs up. “Good–Shit your mouth feels so fucking amazing.”

You were beyond tense. You had no idea how you were going to be able to do this. Scratch that, how were you going to take all of him?

Without any warning Ransom’s hand went from your cheek to your head. He then guided your head up and down on his cock. It wasn’t fast but it wasn’t slow either, it definitely took you by surprise.

Ransom couldn’t form a proper sentence, all that left his mouth were incoherent words. He tried his best to keep his eyes open but they would just flutter shut. You had no idea a blowjob could be so messy. Salvia was trickling down your throat, your mascara smeared your eyes and tears ran down the sides of your face.

“I know you can take a little bit more,” he groaned out, pushing you further down on his throbbing cock. “You’re doing a good job for Daddy. Jesus Christ.”

You tried to push back the gag reflex as best as you could. Anything to hear Ransom and make him feel good. By now you had taken only half of him but you could only do so much. You tapped on his thigh three times and Ransom quickly pulled out of your mouth. A string of saliva could be seen connecting to the tip of his cock all the way to your mouth. You gasped for air while you wiped the remaining salvia you had left on your mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, still gasping for air. “I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“You did perfect for your first time Kitten,” Ransom assured you. “That’s what training is for, so one day you’ll be able to take all of daddy’s cock in your pretty little mouth.”

“I still want to make you feel good daddy,” you said. “You didn’t finish.”

“You’re so eager to please daddy, aren’t you?” Ransom asked, to which you nodded frantically. “Then give daddy a handjob.”

You knew what a handjob was for two reasons. One, you saw it in a movie. Two, Ransom gave you a very detailed and filthy explanation to you one day.

Your dominant hand barely wrapped around the base of his dick, having a nice firm grip. You began to pump him up and down, making sure you got from the tip down to the base. Though you still felt like it wasn’t enough. You kitten licked the tip of his aching, leaking cock ever so slightly causing Ransom to jerk in pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” Ransom groaned out. “Do it again.”

You did it again and again and again. The sinful noise Ransom let out spurred you on. The way his body reacted to your touch made your pussy flutter. You never knew what desperation was until tonight. The moans Ransom would let slip out made you desperate for his dick.

“Kitten, I’m so close.”

You went faster and ignored the cramping in your hand. Instead of continuing licking his tip, you opened your mouth and sucked on it. The sudden feeling of your mouth made Ransom cum almost instantly. You pulled back and watched as his cock oozed with cum and hit your chest. You watched, amazed how his cock would bounce with every spurt of cum. By the time he finished, your chest was glistening with his cum.

“That was…fuckingamazing,” he slurred, drunk off of pure pleasure. Ransom grabbed his phone and took a picture of your swollen lips and cum covered chest. “I’m going to treasure this forever.”

“Ransom! Delete that!” you scolded him.

“Yeah right, next time I have to record you,” he said, “you know to make sure you’re making progress.”

“I’m not letting you record me,” you replied.

“It’s not about what you want Kitten, it’s about what daddy wants. What daddy wants he gets,” he said in a low tone. “Let's get you cleaned up before Andy comes home and sees his fiance covered in-”

“Alright!” you cut him off, making Ransom laugh.

The next day you woke up alone in your bed. Andy had to leave early for work like usual and he left a card on your side of the nightstand. It was a simple card saying how much he loved you. You thought something was better than nothing, though you were still disappointed. You figured you would get ready anyways and spend the day doing something besides staying in the house.

You had chosen the perfect valentine’s day outfit picked weeks ago. Just because Andy wasn’t going to take you out like you had originally hoped for didn’t mean you weren't going to wear it.

“Don’t I look pretty this fine morning,” you said to yourself in the mirror, twirling around.

“Indeed you do,” Ransom whistled.

“When did you come in?” you asked Ransom, looking at him in the mirror.

“5 minutes ago,” he replied, “you know you take forever to get ready.”

“I’m so sorry Ran,” you sarcastically apologized, “I guess I just like to take forever knowing you were going to pick me up in my bedroom.”

Ransom playfully rolled his eyes. “Something is wrong with the t.v and I don’t know how to fix it and yes I did unplug it and plug it back in.”

“You can be such a grandpa sometimes,” you joked as you walked out of the room.

“What’s wrong with the…” your voice faltered as you saw the array of different colored roses in the living room.

“Happy Valentine's day Kitten,” Ransom said.

“Did you do this?” you asked him with a smile on your face.

“Of course I did,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He walked past you and grabbed a certain bouquet of pink roses, “read the card.”

You grabbed the card from the banquet and opened it. “Happy Valentine’s day Kitten, you’re my favorite girl in the world,” you recited, “p.s thank you for sucking my dick–Ran!”

Ransom roared in laughter, “you should’ve seen the flower boy’s face when he was writing it!”

“You can be so dirty sometimes.”

“Yeah but you secretly love it,” Ransom shrugged. “We should get going though.”

“What for?” you questioned.

“We’ll be late to brunch and quite frankly I would like to spend as much time as I can with you today before Andy whisks you away.”

“Andy won’t be back until 6,” you reminded him.

“Thank god!” Ransom cheered, pulling you into his arms. “That means we’ll finally be able to go to the mall and get you the necklace I’ve been telling you about.”

“Ransom I don’t–”

Ransom shut you up with a searing kiss that left you breathless. “I said I’m getting you the necklace. Now let's go before we’re really late.”

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mastermindmiko · 5 months

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Potions Partners (Part 19)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + Fem!reader

word count: 2994

warnings: snatchers, swear words, not sleeping well, fighting, kissing, torture, eluding to sexual assault (but nothing happens)

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

Part 20 and FYI requests are open

an: can you believe that only 2 chapters are left? I can't. I loved writing this, and I grew so attached to everyone and the story.

She was alright. That’s all he could think about. She was getting better grades, she spent her time laughing with her friends, and she even made up with her brother. He knew all that because he saw her during meals. He only went so he could watch her. Never once did she ever look in his direction.

To distract himself from that fact, he spent his entire time mending the cabinet. He had made it to the final shelf of the restricted section. He became more anxious as he finished every book but with no avail. He could only visit the restricted section at night, so the dark circles under his eyes were becoming darker and darker.

He knew that if she was still with him, she could’ve urged him to sleep. She would have interrogated him to find out about the cause of his lack of sleep. She would’ve held his hand as he confessed. She would’ve kissed him after and did everything in her power to help him. The scenario was all he thought about during divination.

He didn’t notice the way the bell rang and all the students left the classroom. His eyes followed her as she stood up from between Weasley and Potter. Professor Trelawany tapped his shoulder and she said in an ominous voice, “You shouldn’t worry about her. You’re fated. It’s in the prophecy.”

He only nods as an answer and lifts his bag and quickly leaves the classroom. Professor Trelawney was truly a nut job, but he stopped in the middle of the stairs to think about what she’d said. He turned around, climbing back up and asked, “Excuse me, what do you mean, Professor?”

“A few years ago, I made a prophecy that she would end up with the enemy. Either the Dark Lord is very charming or you’re the one for her.” she giggled and spun around in an odd way. That made him a few steps away. He nodded gratefully and he left the classroom. They were fated.

The thought brought a smile to his face, and it settled a pain in his heart. It didn’t matter if they weren’t together right now because they would end up together. He runs down the stairs and he rushes to find her before she reaches her next class. He reaches the end of the staircase and he hears her laughs coming from the end of the hallway.

“Y/N!” He calls for her and he runs to her with a smile. Potter and Weasley turned around before she did, and they both glared at him. He ignored their looks and he said, “Can I talk to you?”

“No.” Harry replies and Draco sneers at him, “I wasn’t talking to you.” He looks at her and his gaze softens immediately. He waits patiently for her answer, and she shifts on her feet awkwardly. She bites her lip then whispers, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“No, you’ll want to hear this!” he says, excitedly. She licks her lips, and the bell rings, saving her from answering. She points behind her and she says, “I have class, I’ve got to go.”

He nods and he watches her turn around and walk away with Weasley and Potter. His chest sinks as he remembers that she’s got a free period right now. People look at him and whisper which has been going on for the past month and a half since his outburst in her herbology class. He sighs and turns to walk in the opposite direction, heading to the room of requirement.

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“Treacherous little bleeder, is there no one we can trust?” Ron says, as soon as they’re done apparating from the Lovegood home. Harry and Hermione are panting. Y/N hangs on to Ron’s arm to stabilise herself. She’s the one with the least apparating experience. She says to him, “They kidnapped Luna because she supported us, he was just desperate.”

“I’ll do the enchantments.” Ron sighs, and he turns around. Hermione sets her large bag on the ground, heavily and brushes the dust from her clothes. Y/N sets a hand on Ron’s shoulder and goes to help him. She brings out her wand before she sees three large men.

Ron grasps her arm and pulls her back. One of the men looks at her with a vicious grin, looking her up and down. Ron’s grip on her arm tightens, noticing that. Harry notices and looks at the three men, suspiciously.

Another man is leaning against a tree. He’s playing with his tie between his fingers. She assumes he’s the leader. He looks at Hermione and says, “Hello beautiful.”

He takes a few steps towards her and she mirrors them backwards. In a second, they all start running away from the men. The leader rolls his eyes, but stays still. He orders, “Well, don’t hang around. Snatch them!”

All the men start running after them, but Harry, Ron, Hermione and Y/N were much quicker. Behind Y/N, there was a man nearing Hermione, so she cast a spell, sending the man flying backwards. That was all it took for all the men to start firing spells.

None of the spells hit them, the men had horrible aim. Instead, the spells hit the trees, the debris hit Y/N on her back, causing her to let out a small scream. They all continued running, as fast as they could. The snatchers were starting to fire more violent spells.

One of the men fires a binding spell. Ron pushes Y/N out of the way, and he falls to the ground with a tight red rope gripping his ankles together. Y/N sinks to the ground beside him and casts a shielding spell around them, as Ron uses his wand to try to break the spell.

Hermione and Harry continue running and she pays them no mind as she focuses on shielding them from four snatchers aiming at them. Ron used several spells on his ankles but none of them worked. He used his wand to point at her and turned her hair blue and he made her face look fatter, and her nose slightly bigger. The leader of the snatchers shot a violent spell that broke the field around them.

The men leaded down and two of them held Ron while the biggest one of them held her. They dragged them both to where Ron and Hermione were. Hermione looked intact despite the tight grip the man had on her arm while Harry’s face looked weird. Hermione must’ve cast a spell on him.

The leader walked to her and grabbed her face. He pulls her face closer to his and her face twists in disgust. She spit on his face and he looked at her with a wicked grin. He raised his hand and a slap landed on her face. Her cheeks turned red and her head started to throb at the action. He says, “You need to learn to behave yourself.”

“You’ll regret that.” Harry shouts at him after he sees the man hit his sister. He struggles against one of the men’s grip. The leader looks at him, and walks to him with pursed lips. He grabs his sleeves and tugs them down. He looks at Harry and says, “What happened to you, ugly?”

“What’s your name?” the leader asks, and Y/N hopes that her idiot brother isn’t dumb enough to say his actual name. Harry resists the man’s grip, but when it proves to be useless, he stops and says, “Dudley.”

The leader snapped his fingers at one of his men, the man wasn’t restraining any of them and he brought out a paper. He scanned it and then shook his head. The leader clicked his tongue then said, “We’ll bring them to the manor.”

They apparate to a large black dark manor. They walk towards a gate, Harry’s walking the first one with the leader holding his jacket. She’s the last one walking with Ron beside her. They are near the gate and she can see Bellatrix Lestrange waiting for them behind it. Y/N fists her arms angrily at the sight of her.

The leader presses Harry’s face against the gate and she can see harry groan in pain. Bellatrix looks at the leader unconvinced, but then he lifts Harry’s bangs up and there is a faint look of Harry’s scar. Bellatrix opens the gates and they get pushed inside the manor.

They’re near the door when Bellatrix opens the door and Lucius Malfoy greets them. A shudder runs down her back, realising who’s manor this is. Bellatrix whispers something in Malfoy’s ears and he walks up the stairs.

They’re pushed inside the manor and they’re met with Narcissa Malfoy. Bellatrix grabs Harry from the snatchers grasp and throws him on the ground. She goes to hold him up by his hair, pulling him. Harry lets out a pained noise and Y/N scrunches her face at the unpleasant noise.

The rest of the snatchers hold Ron, Hermione and Y/N behind Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. Draco walks down from the stairs and the first thing he sees is them. He looks at Ron and Hermione with a neutral expression. He moves to look at her and his eyes widen before he hides his surprised expression quickly.

“Tell me Draco, is this him? Is this Harry Potter?” Bellatrix says as she pulls Harry by his hair tighter. Draco looks at him and he looks back at Y/N for a second before snapping his eyes back to Harry in front of him. This was surely Harry Potter, but instead he says, “I can’t be sure.”

Lucius walks to Draco and grasps his neck tightly. He whispers in his ear something that she doesn’t hear, but she could see Draco’s body become even more tense. The leader seems to have heard because he walks to Lucius with his hand on his hip saying, “Now, I hope we won’t be forgetting who actually caught him.”

“Do you dare talk to me like that in my own house!” Lucius shouts at him and Narcissa walks to him, whispering soft words in his ears. She pulls him back to where they were standing. Bellatrix looks back and looks at Y/N. Bellatrix drops Harry to the ground and says to Draco, “What about that one? Is it the girl Potter?”

She feels her blood run cold, and Draco turns around to face her. She can’t recognise the look on his face, but Bellatrix rushes behind him and pushes Draco closer to her. Her body turns to stone as he comes closer to her for the first time in ten months. Bellatrix presses, “Well…”

Draco hesitates in saying anything, and Lucius starts to become anxious beside Narcissa. Lucius moves to Draco and he shouts, “You’ve fucked her for a year, you can remember her face!”

The shouts along with the words bring her face in a scrunch and makes her flinch. She could see Harry resisting the urge to punch someone. In a second, Draco’s face turns into a vile sneer. The same one he used to give them a long time ago. Draco grins at Lucius, folding his arms over his chest, “I wasn’t really looking at her face, father.”

The men all laugh at Draco’s words and she feels her face flush. He scans her body from top to bottom and he licks his lips. Draco bites his lips then says, “But, no it’s not her.”

In a second, Bellatrix walks to one of the men who was holding the sword of Gryffindor. They continued talking but Y/N couldn’t hear what they were saying as she continued to look at Draco who was looking at her like she was his next meal.

Bellatrix screams at the snatchers till they leave. She goes to Hermione and grabs her collar. She pushes Ron and Harry to Peter Pettigrew and he takes them down to the dungeons. Ron struggles against Pettigrew’s grip. Bellatrix points to Y/N and says, “Bring her to me, we’re going to have a girls chat.”

Bellatrix brings out her dagger and drags it across Hermione's jaw. Y/N’s blood runs cold, and Draco’s eyes widen. He shouts, “No!”

Lucius, Narcissa and Bellatrix all look at him in confusion. Harry and Ron see him from the back of the room while still struggling. Draco straightens his clothes and puts on that same evil grin that he had on before. He smirks, “I’ll take her. I want to have my way with her upstairs.”

Bellatrix dismissed him with a wave of her hand and focused her attention on Hermione. Draco grabbed her shoulder roughly and started taking her upstairs. She could hear Harry shouting at him from below. Narcissa gave her a weird look as she passed her.

As soon as they were out of sight, Draco rushed with her to his room. He closed the door behind them and placed, silencing and locking spells behind them. Her body tensed and she lifted her wand. He turned around and was met by the sight of her wand pointed at his face.

“Are you alright?” he asks, his face turning into the same kind expression that she fell in love with. He placed his finger on her wand, sure that she wouldn’t hurt him, and pushed it aside. He took his own wand out of his belt loop and waved it over her face. She returned to her original appearance. Draco smiles, “There you are, my love.”

“Why did you bring me here?” she says, sternly ignoring the flutter in her chest at the name. Draco ignores her question and heads to his cupboard. He takes out a glass and turns around to ask her, “Would you like some water?”

“You have to let me go.” She says, and she can tell that he rolled his eyes. He’s still the same as he was almost a year ago. He takes out a box and he asks, “Food, maybe?”

“Why aren’t you hurting me?” She says, and he pauses his movements of taking out food and filling a glass of water. She can see his chest heave from his back. He turned around with a frown and he said in a small voice, “You thought I would hurt you.”

She feels guilty, noticing his expression and she fiddles with her fingers. Twisting the ring on her finger. She avoids his gaze and stutters, trying to explain, “I-I wasn’t sure, you recognised me.”

“Please!” he scoffed, and then he continued, “I would recognise you even if I was blind.” The words make her heart flutter. He continues to place the food on a plate and he places the plate and the glass of water on a tray. “Besides, you’re still wearing my ring.”

She notices what he’s talking about when he looks at her fidgeting hands. She stops the nervous movements and she brings her hands to her sides. He leaves the tray on the desk. He holds her hand and sits her on his bed, then he hands her the tray. She hands him back the tray, “I’m not hungry.”

He reluctantly puts the tray back on his desk. He sits back down beside her and the silence between them is uncomfortable, but she truly has no idea what to say. He turns to look at her with a cheeky smirk, “So when are you going to drop the act?”

“Drop…the act?” she repeats in confusion, looking at his unwavering cocky grin. Draco moves closer to her, and her body betrays her by not moving away from him. Draco says, “You know, that we’re meant to be and shit. It would be much easier if we get back together now-”

“Draco, we’re in the middle of a war!” she says, sternly looking at him in disbelief, but his smile widens and turns into a less arrogant one. He continues to stare at her and she raises an eyebrow, “what?”

“I’ve missed this- you scolding me…and you.” Draco confesses and it takes her everything in her to not forgive him right then and there. She doesn’t reply and looks in front of her. She stares at his bookshelf, trying to see if she could recognise any of them. She waits a second before saying, “Harry told me you couldn’t do it.”

“What?” Draco asks before he could register her words. She turns to look to face him, but she doesn’t meet his eyes. She clears her throat before saying, “That you couldn’t kill Dumbledore.”

His mouth forms an O in understanding and his expression turns sour. They don’t say anything for a while. Shefaces the door, and tries to listen to see if anything is going on outside but she hears nothing. Draco grabs her chin and turns her to face him. Draco hesitates, “I know you don’t want to hear this, but I- I still love you.”

He meets her eyes for what feels like the first time in forever. She sees the hope in his eyes, and it cracks her heart. She feels that love she feels for him bubbles from the bottom of her stomach, and she knows she’s going to regret what she does next. She says, “Don’t think too much of this.”

She kisses him. He reciprocates it in a second, hands flying to her face and pulling her closer to him. She grasps his torso tightly and kisses him harder. He falls to his back and she climbs on top of him. He bites her bottom lip, and pulls it a bit, urging her to open her mouth.

POP!

They part at the sound and she sees Dobby standing there with a surprised expression. Dobby has Harry’s wand in his hand, and he stutters before saying firmly, “Sorry to interrupt, Miss Potter, but Dobby has come to rescue Miss Potter.”

Dobby doesn’t give her a second to think before he reaches to grab her hand and apparates.

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Hi @vampryoteuthis happy (feb 20) valentine's day!! I was your secret valentine for @valensemblestars. I hope you enjoy this kurokei!

Rating: General Pairing: Kuro/Keito Words: 904 2/3 of Akatsuki goes to review a maid cafe.

“– and I still cannot believe we were asked to do this. Our radio appearances are always so serious, if this was the topic the producers had in mind, why didn’t they ask for Ra*bits? It seems to me like they would be much more suitable reviewers – really, a maid café of all places –”

“Hasumi, quit workin’ yourself into a frenzy. We’ve reviewed restaurants before, just treat it like that.”

“Kiryu, we’re not just reviewing the food, we’re reviewing their Year of the Dragon promotion as a whole. That means analyzing the theming, including any merchandise and… special dialogue lines…”

“Relax, if you’re too nervous to talk to the maids, I can do it.” Kuro chuckled.

“You know that’s not the issue.”

The sight of a chalkboard sign with a cardstock dragon wrapped around it signaled that they had found the café. Bright red lanterns hung across the awning, and the sign listing the hours was bookended by drawings of maids performing dragon dances. How cute.

Still, Keito never imagined he’d be paid to go to a maid café with his boyfriend. He hesitated to open the door, but steeled himself and pushed.

The doorbell chimed as the two walked through the doorway. The interior was decked out in red and gold streamers, lanterns, and other decorations, but the original pink was almost made it feel more Valentines-themed.

That is, except for the dragons.

Several of the side booths were ‘guarded’ by large dragon cutouts, providing more privacy to the patrons that sat behind them. A maid exited one of the booths, swinging open the dragons’ front claws like saloon doors.

“Welcome to Café Tsukikoro, where we send you to the moon and back! Do you have a reservation?” She was hamming it up a little too much for having just opened, but nonetheless, she seemed so excited that you couldn’t help but find it cute. Keito was reminded of Mitsuru’s boundless energy.

“Err… Yamada, 9am.” Kiryu was quick on the draw. They were booked under one of the producers’ names so as not to telegraph their arrival.

“Right this way sirs! Oh, and I see you’ve requested a dragon booth.” She picked up a few menus from the stack and motioned for them to follow her.

Sliding into the booth, Keito noticed that the seat was only about one and a half people wide. Clearly intended for couples. He could pretend this was just a date he didn’t plan, he supposed.

“Can I get you some drinks to start?” the hostess asked.

Keito glanced at the drink options. “Sure, I’ll have a hot green tea.”

“Uh, the same, thanks.”

“We’ll have those right out for you! In the meantime, feel free to enjoy an activity page,” she motioned toward the coloring pages by the sugar packets and left the booth.

“You should draw something, danna. Gotta review the crayons anyway,” Kuro suggested as he picked up one of the pages. It had a line drawing of a dragon holding the moon like a ball.

Keito sighed. “There’s really not much to review here. I think the owners just purchased bulk dragon décor and called it a day.” He decided to humor Kuro by swatching the red crayon on the dragon. It applied a bit more smoothly than he expected, and he considered coloring more, but put the crayon back down.

“Yer selling the place short, Hasumi. I don’t think you can just buy these dragon doors – these gotta be custom made.” Kuro gave the door a slight push to watch it swing back and forth.

“I suppose I was a little harsh, yes. I just – you don’t feel patronized at all?” Keito fiddled with the crayon still in his hands.

“Not really, no. Everything’s colorful and a little bright, but that’s not a bad thing. Reminds me of what my sister liked a few years ago, actually. She probably would’ve liked this place.” Kuro smiled slightly.

“I don’t know, Kiryu. We’re two grown men about to order dragon parfaits – because we’re being paid to do that, maybe, but still – and fill out coloring pages, and ask for the ‘lunar blessing’ on the parfaits, and – look, I know I’m a little bit hypocritical here because I basically breathe manga, but I feel like a child –”

“Danna.” Kuro took each of Keito’s hands in his two larger, warmer ones. “If you’re a child, you’re the only child I know that meets with high-up business executives. I like seeing you relax and have fun. So promise me ya won’t worry so much today.”

Keito ran his fingers over Kuro’s palms. His partner always knew how to make him feel better. “Sure, Kiryu. Just for now.”

They held hands for a few moments longer until a maid returned to their table. Unlike the hostess, she was wearing a headband with dragon horns, and her dress had a red dragon-scale pattern.

“Here are your drinks, masters~ Will you be ordering any food today?”

“Yes, two limited-time dragon parfaits please,” Keito replied, handing the menus back.

“Coming right out!” She disappeared into the kitchen, her skirt flouncing as she walked.

Kuro seemed to be staring after her, and Keito was about to say something until the redhead spoke up first.

“Y’know, Danna… you’d look really cute in one of those dresses.”

“Kiryu! I’d never – well –” he paused. “Maybe if you made it. And only for you.”

#i would have made it longer if i did not have several irl interviews in the past month #still can't believe i got you for the event!#i love your kurokei headcanons so much. they are so t4t #they can be t4t in this fic too it just. doesnt come up bc of the plot #enstars #kurokei #adrian writes #valensemblestars2024

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As a far girl I would absolutely love a smutty part two to that Benny story ! Literally almost teared up reading it because I literally grew up as the Duff or the fat funny friend. The one who never gets the guy or that people hang out with just so they look better.

Also, if you’re up for it could you do one where say, Frankie chooses the chubby girl over her smokin hot friend ? And I don’t want any animosity between em, I want the smoking hot friend to be like “you go girl” or something ? I used to be able to write but I haven’t written in years ! Also can be smutty of course.

How I See You

Pairing: Frankie Morales x plus size f!reader

Word Count: 2600+ (I thought this was going to be short MY BAD)

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: Part 2 of I’m Really Into You is COMING! I’m so sorry you had to go through that. It’s not fair on anyone and I hope you find/have found your Benny!

Thanks to @vanemando15 for being a beta and telling me I’m not losing it 🙃

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“There! I found a clear table!” Your friend Olivia points to the far corner of the semi-crowded bar, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind her through the crowd, getting a few wolf-whistles as she did. She smirks, knowing how hot she is and and you can’t blame her - if you felt half as hot as her, you’d smirk too.

2 tall barstools are on either side of a small high table. Olivia settles into one while you take the other, setting the drinks you had ordered at the bar down on the table. The night had just started so the bar wasn’t terribly crowded, but it was still busy enough for you.

“I can’t believe I finally managed to rip you away from work!” Olive chuckles at you as she takes a sip of her drink.

“I had to celebrate that project ending. I feel like I haven’t come up for air in months.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Olivia raises her glass and you clink yours against hers, the sound of the glasses being absorbed by the sounds of the bar.

Chatting idly for a bit, you start to go into a mini rant about how much crap that work project had dumped on you, when Olivia interrupts.

“We need to get you laid, Pip.”

“Yeah if only. Going to be hard to find someone who wants this-” You gesture towards yourself “-when you-” you gesture towards Olivia “-are sitting within my vicinity.”

“Oh whatever. You’re hot!”

“Yeah that’s why I get asked out all the time.” When was the last time you had gotten laid, let alone gone on an actual date?

Olivia fixes you with a look. “I wish you would see yourself through my eyes, Pip. You’re a great person, hot, smart. You have a lot to offer.”

You nod absentmindedly, glancing towards the table in the corner where 5 men erupt into raucous, loud laughter. Heat rises to your cheeks and you look away quickly when the man in the hat glances over at you as if he felt you looking at him, tears running down his face as laughter continues to pour out of him.

“Anyway, Pip. I’m glad to at least get you out of the house. I would’ve gone nuts sitting at my computer all day. I don’t know how you did it.”

You shrug. “It’s my job.”

“Yeah that’s true. Still, it’s amazing that you-”

“Excuse me?” The man in the hat that you had locked eyes with a few minutes ago is standing at your table, glancing between you both as if asking for your permission to interrupt your conversation. He’s more handsome up close: a dark blue hat sits on his head, a logo for an oil company embroidered in, dark curls flip out from the bottom of the hat and around his ears, curling up and away from his neck. His eyes are a deep chocolate color, his nose is romanesque and beautiful, with a mustache under it, darker patchy facial hair across his cheeks and jaw. He’s broad, his shoulders look massive in the light denim shirt he wears and you can see that the shirt is stretching at the seams as he shifts under it. He tapers down to a thinner waist and hips, the slight swell of a tummy poking from behind his shirt. This man is hot and there’s no way he’s here for you.

“My name is Frankie and I was wondering-”

You put a hand up. “Say no more, Frankie? I’ll just go sit at the bar.”

“No Pip. Stay.” Your friend looks at you from across the small table.

“It’s alright, Olivia. I’ll just be-”

“Actually-” Frankie inerrupts, blushing slightly when you both turn to look at him, his large hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, an obvious nervous habit “-I was wondering if I could buy you a drink.”

Oh shit, is he looking at me?

“You mean Olivia?” You point to your friend across the table, ignoring the grin that’s spreading across her face as she looks between you and Frankie.

“No. I mean you.” His voice drops an octave on the last word and you can feel a heat growing inside you.

“M-me?”

He lets out a chuckle, looking down and back up at you as if he was nervous. “Yeah. But only if you w-want to? Have a drink? W-with me?”

“I-” You’re not used to this attention. Olivia is the one who draws people in, not you. You look to her for advice and see, to your horror, that she’s already gathering up her drink. She mouths at you “You go girl!”, gives you a wink, and then speaks.

“I’ll just go sit at the bar.” She shuffles from her seat and makes her way across the room, sitting at a barstool, tossing one more giant smile over at you, silently pointing to Frankie and making lewd gestures.

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks so you look away, finding that Frankie is already looking at you.

“I- I’m sorry, Frankie. I’m just not used to…this.” You gesture between you both.

Frankie looks shocked. “I find that hard to believe.”

You laugh and Frankie melts. “It’s been so long since I’ve been on a date-” You visibly wince at your confession, Frankie smiling at you. “I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“No, you’re fine. To be honest- may I?” He gestures to Olivia’s empty stool. You nod and gesture to her seat and Frankie sits, resuming his statement.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date too.”

“Really? Someone as handsome as you?”

He blushes, a light pink color dusting across his cheeks. “I don’t know about that but yeah. It’s true…hey did your friend call you Pip?”

You nod, looking down in embarrassment before finding his eyes again. “Yeah it’s short for Pip Squeak. To be honest, I’m not even sure why. We met in kindergarten and she called me that. I think she couldn’t remember my real name so she made it up and it stuck.”

“What’s your real name?”

You tell him and he smiles. “That’s a beautiful name.”

You scoff, taking a sip of your drink as Frankie groans. “I’m sorry. Was that too cheesy? It’s been so long I don’t even know how to do this. Has it changed?”

“Don’t ask me, Frankie. I’m definitely not an expert.” You smile at him.

“Would…would you like to find out together?”

“Are…are you asking me on a date?”

“I’m trying to be slick about it.”

You chuckle. “That was so slick it’s oil..shit that was lame.” Frankie tilts his head back and laughs, gifting you a view of his neck.

“No that was perfect! But is that a yes?”

“I..yes. I’d love to.”

You chat for a bit longer, Frankie walking over to the bar to order a couple more drinks and a basket of fries for you both to share. He’s easy to talk to, has a ton of stories, fucking flies helicopters, and listens to every word you say. The fries arrive and you both grab some, taking a bite and then making faces as you chew. Frankie grabs the napkin from under his beer and spits into it.

“Ok, are those the worst fries ever?”

“They might possibly be.”

He looks up at you. “You…you wanna go on that date now? I know a great diner a few blocks away.”

You cock your head to the side studying his face. “Let’s go.”

Frankie heads back to his friends to tell them he’s leaving while you do the same with Olivia, who is now talking to one of the men from Frankie’s table, who introduces himself as Santi. Fuck does this guy have all handsome friends? Olivia smiles and hugs you, whispering in your ear to be safe as she covertly slides a condom in your pocket. You slap her arm and she laughs, watching you walk away. You meet up with Frankie and he offers you his arm and escorts you out of the now crowded bar.

“You wanna follow me over? They have a lot in the back.”

“Sure. See you in a few.”

You follow Frankie’s truck out of the parking lot and several blocks down the road, parking in the empty, dark parking lot behind the diner. Frankie escorts you in here as well, the one server inside telling you to sit anywhere as it’s empty. You sit in a booth facing each other, the old leather creaking under each of you as you slide in.

“I’m sorry I don’t have flowers for you. But I can offer you better fries?”

“That works for me!”

You spend a few minutes chatting while looking at the menu, placing your order with the server. When she walks away, Frankie asks you about your job and you tell him about it, and about the project that caused you such a headache over the last 2 months, which led you to come out drinking tonight. The server sets your food in front of you and leaves you be.

“I’m sorry the project sucked but I’m glad it did.” He winks and you smile, dropping your eyes down to the table for a moment.

“But uh, Pip. There’s something I need to tell you before we go further.”

You pause, ketchup plopping onto your plate from the glass bottle you had been banging on. “You’re married.”

“What? No. Not uh..not anymore. I’m divorced.”

“Oh. That’s not anything bad.”

“And I have a kid. A daughter.”

Oh.

“Oh? How old is she?”

Frankie watches you for a moment. “She’s 5. Love of my life.”

“As she should be.”

“My ex and I split about a year after she was born. I know kids aren’t for everyone, and if you never want to talk to me again after tonight I get it. I’ll still pay for din-”

“Why wouldn’t I want to talk to you?”

He swallows hard. “Because I’m a dad.”

“That’s fine with me. I bet you’re a great dad.”

His brown eyes go wide, looking exactly like a puppy. “It really doesn’t bother you?”

“Not me. I don’t mind.”

“It means I have to talk to my ex still.”

“I figured. Joint custody?”

He nods. “50/50.”

“Is it weird if I ask about her? Your daughter. I would never pry into your ex.”

“Yeah! Yeah no it’s not weird. My ex and I split because…well she was fucking her boss so.” He shrugs, pulling out his phone and thumbing through it to find his gallery.

“I’m sorry, Frankie.”

“It is what it is. It brought me here with you…where the fuck are my photos?” His thumb swipes across the screen, his eyebrows furrowing deeper and deeper with each swipe.

“Want some help?”

He looks up at you, sighing in defeat. “Yeah. I’m not so good with the tech shit.”

“You fly helicopters.”

“That’s different. It’s not this shit.” He goes to hand you his phone, already trusting you. But you put your hand up, sliding out of the booth and scooting in next to him. He blushes, scooting down a little more to make room for you.

“This way you can control what you show me. And also it may help your muscle memory.”

“R-right. Ok.”

You start to direct him, very much aware that your thigh is flush against his, feeling heat pass between you as you lean in closer. He smells like french fries, but also like pine with a hint of mint. He finds his gallery and thanks you, flipping to an album marked “Marisol”. He flips through the album, showing you pictures and telling you all about her. His entire body lights up as he gushes about his daughter, wearing the proud dad badge on his chest.

Before you know it, he pays and you’re scooting out of the booth, Frankie escorting you back around to the poorly-lit, deserted parking lot. You walk up to his truck, admiring it. He had explained to you how it was his grandfathers and that his dad and now him had been keeping it up over the years, replacing the engine and taking care of “her”. She had seen a lot of life and love and it was clear how well she had been taken care of. You turn to face Frankie and tell him just that, and how he should be proud of it. Maybe one day Marisol can help-

And then suddenly he’s in front of you, pushing your back gently into the side of his truck, his lips dusting across yours in a gentle kiss. He pulls back just as quick as he started, taking a step back.

“I’m so sorry, Pip. I should’ve asked. You’re just so-”

You grip his shirt and pull him towards you, completely surprising him and yourself. Your lips find his, kissing him deeply. He licks at your bottom lip and you part them with a sigh, Frankie taking advantage and sliding his tongue in your mouth, grabbing your head with both hands. Your hands come up around his neck, winding into the curls sticking out from under the hat and tugging on them. He moans into your mouth and you do it again, feeling him grip you tighter as he pulls back.

“Pip, if you keep that up, I don’t know if I’ll be able to contain myself.”

Fuck.

“What if I don’t care?” He’s so close that you can feel him through his pants.

“I-Idon’t want you to think that that’s why I asked you out.” He kisses you again, his hips slightly grinding against your leg that he was straddling.

“You could’ve hand anyone in there. Even my friend wanted to fuck you. But you chose me. Why? Why did you choose me?”

He pulls back, tracing the side of your face with his finger. “At first, because I thought you were hot as fuck. But then? Your eyes. They’re…kind. And I could use some kind in my life.”

He dips down and kisses you again and this time you moan into his mouth, your own hips starting to roll against his thigh, a burning fire rising up inside you. His hands roam down your body and you freeze as he reaches your sides. You know you’re not in shape and you’re ok with it but sometimes it makes you feel really insecure. Frankie feels you tense and he breaks the kiss.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“I..no. No you didn’t hurt me. I just..” You try to push his hands away from your sides, but he looks down, watching you struggle and then back up, comprehension dawning on him.

“Pip, you don’t have to be worried about anything. Am I making you feel uncomfortable?” He removes his hands but stays close to you.

Tears start to well up in your eyes. “I- no. You aren’t, I just…I just…”

He pushes your chin up with his finger, his bright eyes meeting yours. “I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You chuckle, but he doesn’t let you look away. “I mean it, Pip. You’re an amazing woman and I’ve wanted to touch you all night. But if you don’t want me to, I can wait. It’s completely up to you.”

“I just… I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“Do I look disappointed?”

You blink away the tears, feeling his thumbs wipe them off your cheeks. When you meet his eyes you finally see it - his eyes nearly black with lust, his impossibly hard cock smashed against your thigh. Even the guys who pretended to want you just for their buddies to get with Olivia didn’t look like this. No one has ever looked at you with such want, such desire, such desperate need. And it lights you up, begging you to be with him.

“No one has ever looked at me like this before.”

He leans forward, his lips gently kissing that spot under your ear. When he speaks it’s low, raspy, and lustful.

“Then let me show you how I see you.”

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Fangs and Cutlasses (chapter 3)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | This is chapter 3!

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The pirate ship never truly slept. Even when the sun had gone down, there were a good number of people patrolling the decks, keeping an eye out for any change in the weather or enemy attacks. Either Remus or Janus would stay up through the night, and Remus always liked to do a last circuit of the ship before he went below deck, to check everyone was in position.

He’d almost completed his circuit when he spotted a lone figure leaning on the railing of the ship.

“Hey,” he said.

Patton looked up in surprise. “Oh, hi.”

“Where’s Ro?” Remus asked. He hadn’t gotten much chance to talk to Patton since he and Roman came aboard.

“He already went to bed. I told him I’d join him in a minute,” Patton said, returning his gaze to the ocean. For a moment, Remus thought he’d finished talking, but then Patton sighed, not turning away from the sea. “I miss the ocean,” he said, distantly. “I grew up right by it, probably spent as much time swimming or sailing as I did on land at one point. I always loved the feeling of being out on the water, being carried and held afloat by the waves. The lakes around the village were nice, but they weren’t the same to sail in. Nothing can come close to being completely surrounded by the ocean.”

Remus hummed in agreement, thinking about the feeling he got when he steered the ship. He always felt so small, a speck in the middle of the vast ocean. It was comforting, in a way. “I never met you in the village,” he said.

Patton shook his head. “You wouldn’t have. I moved there with my family about three years ago. You’d probably already... I mean...”

“Been kicked out?” Remus supplied.

Patton winced. “Yeah, sorry.”

Remus shrugged. “It’s whatever, I don’t really care anymore. I think half the village had been looking for an excuse to get rid of me for years. Sometimes it felt like Roman was the only one there who’d tolerate me, and even then...”

“You want him to stay, don’t you?” Patton said.

“He’s my brother,” Remus said simply, looking out at the waves. “Before I was exiled, I never even spent a day without him. He was always a bit of a stick in the mud about rules, but we were thick as thieves, did everything together. Even when we grew up, we still hung out all the time; we even shared a room. The night I left, I thought about waking him, asking him to come with me. But I couldn’t do that to him. He loved the village. So did I, but he was always so happy there. I don’t know if I didn’t want to make him choose, or if it was because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand it when he chose the village over me. I wouldn’t have blamed him, but it would’ve hurt.”

“You don’t know he would’ve chosen them over you,” Patton said. “He cares about you a lot.”

“You didn’t even know I existed before you met me, did you?” Remus asked. It wasn’t really a question – he’d seen Patton’s puzzled expression when Roman had introduced his long-lost brother.

“Ro doesn’t like to talk about things that are upsetting him,” Patton said. “And I think he really misses you.”

Remus turned to face Patton properly, and looking into his earnest brown eyes, he could see that Patton honestly believed he was telling the truth.

“Sure, whatever,” Remus said, and he turned to walk below deck.

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Remus wasn’t the biggest fan of being woken up in the middle of the night – as, he imagined, most people weren’t. But as the captain of a pirate ship who had enough trouble getting to sleep anyway, it was especially important for him to get a bit of shut-eye and be well rested for his duties in the morning.

So, when he was awoken before the crack of dawn by a frantic rapping on his door, he wasn’t too pleased.

“What d'ya want?” he grumbled from under his blankets.

The door opened just a crack, and Remus' expression softened when he saw Elliot's face peek through. They were one of the younger members of the crew, and Remus had always had a soft spot for the kid. It was hard to be alone at such a young age, so he tried to make sure the crew were as much of a surrogate family to Elliot as they could be.

“Janus needs you,” Elliot said, which immediately dragged Remus into the waking world. “On deck. He said as soon as possible.”

Remus swung his legs out of bed, glad he hadn’t bothered to change out of his day clothes. “I’m on my way.”

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The deck was far more crowded than it usually was at night. There would usually be a couple of people patrolling, but it seemed like half the crew was out there, all crowded around some kind of dark blob. When Remus got closer, he realised the blob was actually a cloaked figure crouched on the floor.

“What’s going on?” Remus asked Janus, who was stood in front of the crowd, looking down at the figure.

“A stowaway,” Janus said. “I found him in the hold.”

“I’m not here to hurt any of you,” the stowaway said. His voice was shaky, matching the slight tremble of his limbs that he was clearly trying to hide. Remus couldn’t tell if it was from fear or from the cold night air. “I just needed to get off that island.”

Remus took a step closer to the stowaway, and got a good look at his face. He was pale and gaunt, with shaggy black hair framing his thin face. The stowaway growled defensively, a glint of a fang showing.

At that, Remus held up his hands. “Why?” he asked, though he could take a pretty good guess.

“There were, um...” the stowaway – vampire? – cleared his throat, obviously stalling to think of something to say. “There were people there who want to hurt me,” he eventually said. “I got away from them on the Broken Isle, but they would’ve found me if I stayed there. I took the first way out I could find.”

“These people...” Remus said. “They were vampire hunters?”

The stowaway winced, quickly schooling his face into some semblance of a neutral expression, but that was all the information Remus needed.

“Aw, kiddo!” Patton cooed. “You should’ve just told us you needed somewhere to stay!”

“I’m over four-hundred years old,” the vampire grumbled.

Janus was tapping his chin in thought. “My question is, how did he even get on the ship? We live here, a vampire shouldn’t be able to enter without our permission.”

“Ah, that might've been me,” Patton said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “He offered to help me carry some crates so I invited him aboard. I thought he ran off, though.”

“No harm done,” Janus said with a small shrug. That was very un-Janus-like of him, but Remus knew his first mate always had a weakness for men with pretty smiles. “Now, we just have to figure out what to do with him.”

“Aren’t you going to let him stay?” Patton asked.

Remus saw the moment Janus gritted his teeth and dragged his gaze away from Patton’s wide, pleading eyes. Oh, he was down so bad.

“I don’t have a problem with it!” Remus chimed in. “The more the merrier!”

This only seemed to make Janus’ conflicted expression twist even further.

But it was Roman who spoke up next. “But- but he’s a vampire!” He protested, eyeing the crouched man warily. “He growled at you.”

Remus levelled his brother with a look. “I told you, bro. You won’t get far judging people on first impressions.”

Janus was still staring intently at the vampire, his gaze calculating. From under the shadow of his hood, it looked like the vampire was glaring back.

“Fine,” Janus said. “He can stay for now, but we’re dropping him at the next port.”

“I wouldn’t want to stay any longer anyway,” the vampire snapped. He stood to his full height – which, admittedly, wasn’t very tall. With slumped shoulders, and baggy clothes dangling off skinny limbs, he looked more exhausted than threatening. “Now, can I go inside before the sun comes up?”

“Can we at least get your name?” Remus asked.

The vampire stalked past him, cloak swishing in ocean breeze. Remus thought he was going to ignore him, but the vampire stopped just before he got to the staircase. “The name’s Virgil.”

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Stick Season

Bucky Barnes x reader No use of Y/N idk if there are any Tw's if there are let me know and i will update asap ( only ones i can think of are ) TW: Depression, events of endgame, not proofread

Summary:After being left heartbroken by Bucky, you research how to bring back those lost to the Snap and finally succeed with Scott Lang's help. You find Bucky in Romania, realizing you still love each other. You both return to the Avengers compound and catch up with the team. You vow to never let anything come between you again and fight to protect the world together.

1 day. 1 day was all it took, all it took for everything to be destroyed. You sighed as you lifted your head from your hands as you thought about how Bucky had promised you that you were more than all the miles combined. you and Bucky had attempted to try long-distance, while you were on a mission that required you to stay a few states away, the team could visit you; and as everyone says, it never works out, and as cliché as it sounds you replied with, Yeah but we will be different, oh how wrong you were…Bucky had promised you that you were worth more than any amount of miles he would drive to see you..but You had assumed he changed his mind; you were on the phone talking as bucky was driving too you, talking about everything and nothing all at once. Eventually his voice trailed off, exactly as he passed the exit sign that would’ve taken him to you, Kept on driving straight and left your future to the right…he must have changed his mind. You sat there, staring blankly at the wall as tears streamed down your face. Everything felt like it was falling apart, and you didn't know how to fix it. You couldn't believe that Bucky had just given up on your relationship like that. All those promises and sweet nothings, gone in an instant.

that was 2 years ago…

Now your mission is finally finished, all you wanted to do was return to the compound, while simultaneously never wanting to go back ever again. on the drive back it had begun to rain, well more downpour, provoking your newly found fear of weather, because you saw his face when it rained. When everything had happened you started to talk to a qualified therapist, who was not at all Bruce Banner…he told you that when you were done with your mission, you should travel. Now that everything is done, half of the world is missing, and there's Covid on the planes.

with a heavy sigh you keep driving, you're still a few hours out, almost there, you would’ve called, but you didn't know who was left, when the battle happened with thanos you ended up in space with Dr strange, Tony, and Peter. as soon as you made it back to earth much to Natasha’s protests you left, returning to your mission. You couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Bucky. Had he moved on? Had he found someone else? The thought made your heart ache. You tried to push it to the back of your mind and focus on the road ahead.

As you drove, you realised that you didn't know what awaited you at the compound. Who was still alive? Who had been lost to the Snap? Despite your fears, you knew that you had to face whatever was ahead. You took a deep breath and kept driving, ready for whatever came next. You finally arrived at the compound, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. As you stepped out of the car, you were greeted by a familiar face - Steve Rogers. He gave you a warm smile and a hug, and you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. You spent the rest of the day catching up with the Avengers who had survived the Snap, but one person was still missing. You couldn't help but wonder if Bucky was among the casualties. Natasha had noted you had been different, you laughed less, your eyes were more grey…But she decided not to say anything for the time being, You're no longer funny cause you miss the way he laughed That night, as you lay in bed, afraid of sleeping, because everytime you try you dream of some version of him. you made a decision - you were going to find out how to bring him back, no matter what. You spent the next few weeks pouring over research and talking to anyone who might have information on how to bring back those lost to the Snap. This was impossible. another 3 years passed. nothing, until. you were sitting in the compound with Natasha when Steve walked in, The two were talking, until you hear something on the camera outside, “Em… Hello? I don’t know if you remember me but im scott lang-or-Antman we met in Germany” He said while frantically flailing his arms around similar to one of those wacky inflatable arm-flailing tube men.

“Is this a recording?” Steve asked. “It's a live feed” I say softly. “Let him in,” Nat says. Scott's arrival brought a glimmer of hope to the team. He explained that he had been trapped in the Quantum Realm during the Snap, but had managed to escape. He believed that the Quantum Realm held the key to reversing the Snap and bringing back those who were lost. The team listened intently as he explained his theory, and together they began to work on a plan to enter the Quantum Realm and retrieve the necessary materials to bring everyone back, with the help of Tony Stark.

After months of preparation and a gruelling battle, the team was able to reverse the Snap and bring back those who were lost. As you looked around at the faces of your friends and loved ones, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to make things right. But there was still one thing missing - Bucky. You knew that you had to find him, no matter what it took. You made a promise to yourself to never give up until you were reunited with the man you loved.

Months passed as you continued your search for Bucky. You followed every lead, talked to every contact, and scoured every corner of the globe. Just when you were about to give up hope, a lead took you to a small village in Romania. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw him - Bucky, alive and well, but different. he was happy, and it broke your heart for some odd reason, maybe because when he left you were left hollow, drinking alcohol till your friends came home for Christmas, telling yourself you not playing the victim, because he actually just left, out of the blue. To think because of him you gave up being funny, and making jokes, because what's the point if the person you made them for isn’t there to laugh

You took a deep breath and approached him. He looked up and his face lit up when he saw you. You stood there for a moment, taking each other in, until he finally spoke. "I never thought I'd see you again," he said softly, tears in his eyes. “well, isn't that what you wanted?” You ask gently

"I thought it was what I wanted," Bucky replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But being without you showed me that I was wrong. I was lost without you, and I didn't realise it until it was too late." You both stood there in silence for a moment, as you stand together your reminded of the dreams you had every time you close your eyes or every time it rained, of the man you didn't have, but did not lose

The two of you spent the next few weeks catching up on everything that had happened since you last saw each other. You talked about your missions, your fears, and your hopes for the future. It was as if no time had passed at all. You knew that things wouldn't be easy, that you both had a lot of healing to do, but you were willing to try. You made a promise to each other to never let anything come between you again. As you walked hand in hand through the streets of the small village, you felt as though you had finally found your way back home.

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"Sun and Rain Part 2: Age of the Empire"

Chapter 3

"Aftermath"

A "Bad Batch" fanfic!

Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)

A/N: I apologize for the end of the last one, my lovelies 😅😅 Man, I've been on a great writing streak this week! It's nice having a bit of free time at work to write...and it's easier when half of what I'm writing is already written for me 😜 lol

The adventure continues back on Kamino! There are a couple parts from the episode I skipped over just a little for the sake of brevity and so I'm not rewriting literally everything 😜 I hope you guys are liking how I'm weaving Kimber and everything with her into the already established canon 😁 I know I sure am!

Also, this chapter and the next couple chapters that are still involving episode 1 are going to be a little longer so I'm not breaking up just one episode into a bunch of chapters, so I'm trying to condense things a bit!

Enjoy!!

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《 Chapter 2

》 Chapter 4

All chapters (Part 2) (Part 1)

Explanation: After the events on Kaller, the Bad Batch are called back to Kamino, where they find things are very different and a surprise meeting awaits them all.

“Kim? Hey, Kim, wake up.”

Kimber found herself lying down on Hunter’s bunk with the blanket over her, stirring awake at the sound of someone saying her name. She hadn’t realized that, while she’d sat in there contemplating a few things, she had laid down on the bed and passed out. Now, she was groggily readjusting back to the world around her and Echo’s face came into view.

“I didn’t even realize I fell asleep,” she told him, rubbing her eyes. “How long was I out?”

“A couple hours,” he told her, taking a knee beside the cot. “Hunter came back to check on you and found you asleep, so we decided to leave you be for a bit.”

Hearing that, she looked down at the blanket that was over. She definitely didn’t recall pulling the blanket over her when she’d laid down. Had Hunter done that when he’d come in?

“You okay?” Echo asked her.

“Yeah,” she said. “What about you?”

“I’m all right. Just still processing everything,” he admitted.

“I think we all are. No one understands what happened on Kaller and honestly, that worries me,” she told him.

“Me too. I’ve never heard of Order 66 and I used to read the reg manuals for fun,” he said.

That got a snicker from her. “Did you really?”

He nodded. “Believe it or not, I used to be a real stickler for the rules.”

“Yet look who you ended up with,” she pointed out, amused.

“I know, I never would’ve imagined such a thing a couple years ago.”

“Do you have any regrets about it?”

“I don’t, no. The Bad Batch made an offer to me at a time when I felt lost on what to do and where to go after my imprisonment. It felt like the right decision for me and I’m grateful to be here. Besides, I wouldn’t have met you if I hadn’t.”

That brought a smile to her face. “Very true,” she said. Then she sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed and rested her arms on her knees, letting her head hang down.

“Kimber, what’s wrong?” Echo asked her.

“How was Crosshair?” she asked, a light hesitancy in her voice.

He answered, “He’s been quiet mostly, though that’s nothing new. He did question Hunter on if he was sure the Padawan was dead. I don’t know why he seems so keen on that.”

Kimber ran a hand over her face exasperatedly. It hadn’t just been a strange turn in behavior on Kaller. Crosshair was still acting odd. She didn’t like that at all.

“Something’s been off with him since we heard about Order 66 and I don’t know what it is. It makes me feel uneasy,” she confided in him. She looked up, leaned forward and put her hands on his face. “Please, Echo, promise me that you won’t drift away from me, too.”

His expression crinkled in astonishment. “What are you talking about?” he inquired.

“Hunter has been eluding me for months and now, Crosshair seems different, too,” she explained, her voice slightly trembling. “Maybe with him, it’s just temporary, but I hate that things between me and the two of them have changed and not for the better. I feel like we’re drifting apart. You’re my best friend and I couldn’t bear it if that happened with you, too.”

Echo reached up and took one of her hands with his good hand and grasped it tightly. “I won’t leave you, Kim. I can’t speak as to why Hunter and Crosshair are behaving the way they are, but as for me, I will never leave you, I promise.”

Just then, they heard the ship’s intercom system chime and they looked up as they heard Tech’s voice informing them, “We’re coming up on Kamino.”

Turning back to Kimber, Echo stated, “Remember: it’s you and me against the world, Kim. That’s never going to change, even when things in the galaxy or in the squad are changing. You can count on that.”

Mustering up a grateful smile, Kimber responded to him, “Thanks, Echo. I needed that.”

Then he stood up, pulling up on the hand which he held and helped her up off of the bed. After that, the two of them left the bunk and retreated back into the cabin of the ship, where they could see Kamino getting closer. Kimber had a sour taste in her mouth at seeing the planet again.

“How long has it been?” asked Wrecker.

Tech responded in his usual way, “One-hundred and eighty rotations in a standard cycle, but galactic zone changes put the adjusted figure at around two-hundred and five.”

“What?” Wrecker questioned, having not followed anything Tech had said.

Echo simplified it for him with a sigh, “A long time.”

That made more sense to Wrecker and he responded with, “You got that right.”

“Though, not long enough for my liking,” Kimber thought to herself.

Right away, things seemed to be different on Kamino, as well, as they were told to submit their clearance code upon entering the planet’s rainy atmosphere, which was out of the ordinary for them. Tech supposed that it must be a protocol drill of some kind and transmitted the clearance code anyway. They were cleared for landing and told which landing platform to proceed to. Though, seeing the looks the Clones were all giving each other, Kimber got the feeling that they were as unsure about everything as she was. They flew through the storm until they reached Tipoca City and landed on the platform they’d been told to go to.

Just as they were about to get off the ship, Kimber commented nervously, “I think I’m...just going to leave my helmet on. I don’t need more people staring at me or making a fuss at seeing me here.”

The Clones knew that by “people”, she mostly meant Kaminoans. Namely, Lama Su, Nala Se or Taun We.

However, Hunter approached her and told her, “No. You have as much right to be here as we do. I won’t have you hiding yourself away. You’re a part of this squad and everyone here needs to see it and know it.”

Touched by his sudden show of conviction, she relented and stowed her helmet under her arm like the rest of them. “All right then,” she replied.

With that, Hunter lowered the ramp to the ship and the Bad Batch walked out onto the platform, looking around at all the regs wandering in and out of the platform. Almost all of them were in stark white Clone armor...except for a group in red and white armor which they all recognized.

“Shock troopers? What’s the Coruscant Guard doing here?” Hunter asked aloud.

Then, after hearing an announcement made over the intercom system that a level five lockdown was in effect, Tech observed with a tiny amount of astonishment, “This isn’t a drill.”

“Oh man, what did we miss now?” Wrecker complained.

“The end of the war,” answered one of the Coruscant Guard Clones coming towards them.

“Say again, Trooper,” stated Hunter.

The guard stopped in front of them and explained, “General Grievous was defeated on Utapau. The Separatist leadership has collapsed. The war is over.”

“Just like I said,” stated Tech.

Wrecker gasped and exclaimed, “It is just like you said!”

Those last four words from the guard were ones Kimber never believed she’d ever hear. It seemed surreal to even be hearing them now…though she felt nothing. At any other time, she would’ve celebrated the war finally ending, but given everything that had just taken place, things were different now.

To only add to her conflicted feelings, there was a stretcher being carried by some Clones in front of them covered in a sheet, clearly with a body concealed underneath it. However, as it passed by, a lightsaber fell from inside, clattering to the ground. Kimber couldn’t suppress a tiny gasp and she exchanged disheartened looks with the others at once again, another reminder of the elimination of the Jedi…of Order 66.

Yes, the war was over…but at what cost?

“Is there a problem?” asked the guard.

“No problem,” Hunter clarified. “We’ll just head to our barracks then.” Then he gestured with his head for the others to follow.

“Best hurry. There’s a mandatory general assembly at 1500,” the guard informed them as they walked away.

As they made their way through the brightly-lit halls of Kamino, Hunter couldn’t help but observe the changes in behavior from all of the regs, not just the ones from Kaller. Even Kimber had the suspicion that things felt different there. After attempting to speak to one of them and getting a cold, rough reaction, Tech felt that they still seemed the same as always. Not letting that deter them, they continued on until they reached their barracks.

“Good to be back!” Wrecker proclaimed as he set his helmet down by the doorway.

“The smell’s getting worse,” commented Echo.

“Probably because you lads have a tendency to not clean up very much,” Kimber said with a smirk.

“You guys are still new. You’ll get used to it,” Hunter told them.

Crosshair then shoved his way forward between Hunter and Echo, saying with a sneer, “Speak for yourself.”

“Well, I’ll get the board,” Wrecker stated, taking out his giant vibroblade and cutting in marks on the wall.

Kimber found it curious that they hadn’t pointed that out to her before, but she discerned rather quickly that it was a victory versus failure board for their missions. Naturally, there were no marks under the side for failure and numerous tallies under the victory side. The rest of the squad walked in and went to different parts of the room. Echo and Hunter sat at the table in the middle, Tech went over to his workstation and Crosshair sat on one of the crates in front of his bunk. Kimber decided to go towards the back and sat on one of the sofas, the very one she’d slept on the last time they had been here. She turned and looked out the window at the storm raging outside as a flood of memories of this room washed over her…her coming back after Lama Su had insulted her, being unable to sleep, Hunter trying to comfort her as she stood by the window…him inadvertently admitting that he wanted her with him…and their first kiss…then a feeling of melancholy replaced the nostalgia of the moment. That all seemed like a lifetime ago and now, her relationship with Hunter had changed. She didn’t know what to say it was anymore.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Wrecker saying as he finished marking up the wall, “Eleven more successful missions. Like there was any doubt.”

“Kaller wasn’t a win,” refuted Echo.

Wrecker sat in his bunk and picked up Lula, hugging her to him as he said back, “Says who? We completed our objective.”

“Not every objective,” Crosshair disputed. “Hunter let that Jedi kid escape.” Then he turned his stern gaze to Hunter, whose back was to him, and asked, “Or do you want to keep lying to us?”

With an irritated expression on his face, Hunter stood up from the table and moved over by the window, staring outside. “I don’t like to think of executing our Commanders a mission objective,” he said back firmly.

Crosshair bolted up from where he sat. “An order is an order,” he said back.

“Since when?” Hunter questioned, whirling back around to face him.

The tension in the air was starting to get uncomfortable and Kimber hoped she wouldn’t have to stop any sort of argument at this point.

Luckily, Echo jumped in and exclaimed, frustrated, “None of this makes sense! Those Clones served alongside General Billaba for years.” He slammed his fist down on the table. “How could they turn on her like that?”

Then Tech spoke up from his work station, “Because of the regs’ programming.”

“What programming?” Hunter repeated.

Kimber leaned forward on the sofa to get a better view of Tech, wondering what he could be talking about.

He went on to say while still working on his project, “It's been well-documented that the Kaminoans inhibited the cognitive functions of Clones to engineer them to follow orders without question.”

“Ha! We sure don’t!” declared Wrecker, elbowing Crosshair as he moved by him. Then Crosshair shoved him away, clearly not wanting any sort of physical interaction with his brother. Instead, Wrecker took the opportunity to mess with him and started shoving Lula in his face over and over again.

Kimber laughed at watching that, knowing Crosshair was definitely not enjoying that. Then Wrecker came and joined her on the sofa, giving her too a good-natured tap on the face with Lula, which made her giggle even more.

Tech continued with his explanation in response to Wrecker’s comment, “Obviously, we are different. They manipulated preexisting aberrations in our DNA, resulting in your brute strength, Crosshair's sharpshooting skills, Hunter's enhanced senses and my exceptional mind. My guess is we are immune to the effects of the programming, though I can't be one-hundred percent certain of it.”

There was something about that explanation that wasn’t quite adding up in Kimber’s mind. “Well, what about Echo?” she raised. “He’s not enhanced like you guys. He was a reg before he joined the squad.”

“Yeah, if all regs were programmed, why didn’t I react like the others?” Echo then asked, realizing Kimber was right.

Tech simply said, “The damage you sustained on Skako Minor most likely wiped out all of your preset behavioral modifications. You are more machine than man…percentage-wise, at least.”

Echo sighed. “Lucky me,” he said in a low voice.

Right then, they heard the PA system voice announce, “All personnel report to the staging area for a briefing on the state of the Republic.”

“This is one meeting I don’t want to miss,” stated Hunter.

“First time for everything,” said Tech in reply.

The thought of being in one large room with pretty much all the regs and all Kaminoans filled Kimber with dread. That surely wasn’t going to end well after whatever announcement was going to be made was over with.

Though, to her surprise, Tech came over to her and said, “I would imagine, Kimber, that you would not want to be in this meeting, due to everyone in the city being in attendance. Am I correct in that assumption?”

She scoffed and said, “It’s like you’re a mind-reader, Tech.”

“Not quite,” he replied. “I’m just good at making correct inferences based on facts and observations.” Then he handed her a datapad that he’d brought over from his desk. “If you wish to, you may stay here in the barracks and I can share the broadcast with you through this from my own datapad.”

“Why am I not surprised?” she asked back rhetorically. Then she took the datapad from him and said, “Sure, that sounds good to me.”

Tech gave her an assuring nod and then turned on his heel to leave the room with the others. Hunter stole one last look at her and bowed his head to her as he too walked out, leaving Kimber alone in the room.

“This ought to be good…,” she huffed out as she turned on the datapad, ready to hear what was going to be said to the general assembly.

“The Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire! For a safe and secure society!”

Those words from the Chancellor--or rather Emperor now--kept sounding in Kimber’s head as she set the datapad down next to her. For one, she now knew for sure that the voice she’d heard during Order 66 had been Palpatine. Now, the Republic had been dissolved and was going to be formed into a Galactic Empire. What did any of this mean?

What was happening to the galaxy?

This was no longer the galaxy she and her boys had signed up to fight for. First, all the Jedi had been eliminated, then all Clones were called back to Kamino and then this…she no longer recognized the galaxy she had chosen to serve. Everything was changing so much so rapidly and it was making her head spin. At least, in the ever-changing world around her, the one constant she could still hold onto was her boys.

Speaking of them, now that the general assembly was finished, she had to go meet up with them, so she booked it from the barracks and down the halls, back the way they had come ad keeping an eye out for them. Before long, she spotted them easily, their dark armor sharply contrasting against the white of the corridors. Wrecker waved her over and she jogged over to them.

“Galactic Empire? We’re soldiers of the Republic,” she heard Echo state as they kept walking.

“Republic…Empire…what’s the difference?” Crosshair questioned, seemingly unfazed by everything.

“There’s a big difference,” Kimber commented. “The Republic had designated leadership to the people throughout the galaxy whereas an Empire gives power to a single entity. That’s too much power and control for anyone to have.”

Then Tech put in his two credits: “Also the systematic termination of the Jedi is a big one for me.”

Just then, Hunter stopped in front of them and held up a hand for them to stop. “Lads...we’ve got company,” he informed them.

Hearing this, they all turned around to see to whom he was referring and they were astonished at what they found.

A young human girl, possibly around ten years old or so, stood before them with her hands behind her back and just beaming with delight at seeing them. She had bright brown eyes and short, light blonde hair that was slightly spiked in the back. The girl was clothed in black pants and boots, a belt and a long white shirt that had blue up the sides and on the sleeves as well as red on the shoulders. Her head was adorned with a round, white and silver amulet that rested on her forehead. To Kimber, the amulet looked somewhat familiar, like she had seen it before somewhere.

The young girl smiled up at them, gave them a small wave and simply said in a high-pitched voice, “Hello!”

Kimber could’ve melted then and there. Whoever this girl was, she just looked and seemed so precious. With the way she was illuminated by the bright lights of the corridor, she appeared almost angelic. Kimber had seen young kids in the halls on Kamino, but they had all been Clone boys. She’d never seen a young girl at all before this one. Noticing the perplexed expressions on her friends’ faces, she got the impression that they hadn’t really encountered anyone like her on Kamino either.

“What’s that?” Wrecker inquired, crouching down and closely inspecting the child.

“It’s a girl, Wrecker. Surely, you’ve seen children like her before,” she commented.

Tech adjusted his goggles and stated as a matter of factly, “Adolescent human female. Origins…uncertain.”

With a look of glee in her face, the young girl told them, “My name’s Omega. I was wondering when you guys would come back.”

Hunter came forward and asked with curiosity, “You…know who we are?”

Looking at each of them, Omega spoke, “Hunter, Echo, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair and Kimber. You’re Clone Force 99.”

Kimber was startled just a little at hearing Omega mention her. “You even know about me?” she asked the girl.

Omega’s eyes lit up even more as she nodded. “Oh yeah, I’ve heard the Kaminoans talk about you. They don’t always say nice things, but I think it’s so neat that you’re a woman in a Clone squad! I kept hoping I’d get to meet you one day!”

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” Kimber said to her, putting a hand over her heart.

The Clones were all grinning to themselves at seeing how excited this young girl was getting about meeting another woman.

Then Hunter bent over and asked Omega, “What are you doing on Kamino, kid?”

Omega was about to answer his question when a softer voice spoke up, “Her job, of course.”

They all looked up and Kimber’s jaw clenched as she saw Nala Se slowly sauntering up to them from behind Omega. It was then she realized why the amulet on Omega’s head looked familiar: it was highly similar to the one that Nala Se wore.

“She is my medical assistant,” Nala Se told them. “One with a curious mind that causes her to wander.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a child being curious,” Kimber said aloud before she could stop herself. Her irritation at seeing Nala Se again was making her act impulsively, but the words had already been said.

Nala Se’s eyes found her and narrowed. “There is when she has other matters to attend to. She does not have time for any trivial things.”

Kimber stepped forward to retaliate, but Hunter laid a hand on her shoulder and cast a look at her that urged her to stand down. Her teeth ground together even harder as she forced herself to keep quiet, lowered her head and stepped back.

“Come, Omega. There is work to do,” Nala Se said to the young girl. After that, she turned away and without a backward glance, walked towards another hallway.

Omega followed her, but looked over her shoulder as she walked and gave the Bad Batch a sweet smile and a wave goodbye. Kimber waved her fingers back at her as Omega went around the corner.

Folding his arms, Hunter stated in bemusement, “This day keeps getting weirder and weirder.”

Turning to the rest of them, Kimber asked, “Have you boys really never seen any young girls here on Kamino before?”

“No,” answered Echo. “The only females here usually are some of the Kaminoans and….” His face fell just a little as the memory of a kind Togruta woman returned to him. “One of the Jedi that used to come here.”

“I could tell because you lads looked very confused,” she pointed out.

“Indeed. The presence of females here in Tipoca City is not very prominent,” Tech added.

Kimber huffed. “Maybe that should change,” she said. Then she started walking, looking over her shoulder and saying with a grin, “I think this place could use a woman’s touch.”

“That would be quite the undertaking,” said Crosshair.

The lads all nodded in agreement and followed after her, the lot of them heading back to their barracks for the time being.

It wasn’t until a couple hours later that they all went down to the mess hall for something to eat. Crosshair, Echo, Tech and Wrecker were the first to head down.

Hunter was about to head out when he realized Kimber was still sitting on the sofa looking at a datapad. “Are you coming?” he asked her.

She looked up from her datapad and frowned. “Mmm no, thanks. I’m not feeling all that hungry,” she said back.

“Still not feeling great about being back?” was his next question.

With a shrug, she replied, “That and other things. Seeing Nala Se brought back...unpleasant memories.”

He softly snickered. “I could see that. You were ready to tussle with her almost immediately when she showed up.”

“I just remembered her staring at me like I was some irritating pest. Even though Lama Su was the one who actually insulted me with words, Nala Se might as well have done so, too, with how she looked at me. It still makes me sick to my stomach.”

Right then, her stomach released a low growl and she tensed up, not realizing how loud it was. Hunter clearly noticed, too, as he tried to suppress a chuckle.

“Okay, maybe I am a little hungry,” she stated timidly.

“Maybe getting some food will help you feel better,” he suggested, grinning in amusement. Then he came over in front of the sofa and extended a hand out to her. “Come with me,” he invited, his voice low and tender.

In that moment, Kimber would’ve wished for nothing more than to stay in the barracks alone with the Sergeant. Seeing how he smiled at her, offered his hand and spoke to her, it was difficult for her fighting the urge to jump up and kiss him; to remind him of just how much she still loved him and yearned to be with him again, despite the promise she’d made to herself to be patient with him. With everything he did, it was killing her inside to do so. Would her torment ever end? Would he ever figure out what he wanted? As much as she hated not knowing the answers to those questions and more, it still gladdened her even just a bit that he was at least not keeping his distance from her like he had been and was putting forth a little more effort right now.

She flashed a smile at him and replied, “I guess that’s an order I can follow,” as she then reached out and took his hand, letting him pull her up from the sofa.

“Besides, I’m sure the lads would be disappointed if you didn’t come,” he then told her.

“What about you?” she asked back.

He was a tiny bit taken aback at her question. “Of course, I would be,” he stated in reply.

She smirked, satisfied with that answer. “Just making sure,” she said.

With that, Hunter turned away and started towards the door, letting his hand linger in hers until it slipped out behind him. It was only then that Kimber realized he had been still holding her hand the entire time. Her skin felt cold once his hand let go and she missed the warmth of it immediately. Though, she knew she couldn’t dwell on it and walked right behind Hunter to the mess hall.

As the two of them got in line for their food, they both could hear the regs surrounding them all abuzz with some sort of gossip. They were talking about someone…an Imperial, it sounded like.

“His shuttle arrived earlier today,” one of the regs in front of them said.

Another one replied, “I heard he’s evaluating all the Clones.”

“That doesn’t sound encouraging,” Kimber commented in Hunter’s ear.

“You’re telling me,” he responded.

Just then, one of the other Clones behind Kimber said, “What do we have here? What’s a girl doing here?”

She turned around to face him as another Clone stepped out to see her. “Look at her armor and who she’s here with. Looks like she’s with the Bad Batch,” he said with a mocking sneer.

This was different behavior than what she’d experienced from other regs before and she didn’t like it. She also took notice that all of the regs now looked exactly the same. Not just they had the same face and similar looks, but they were all the same in every detail. Everyone wore the same white armor with no colors and they all had the same cropped black hair. There were no unique hairstyles or tattoos or markings on any of them anymore. There was no individuality amongst them like she had seen before.

She didn’t like any of it.

Keeping a calm demeanor, she just asked back, “Yeah, what about it?”

“Why would a girl like you be hanging around guys like them?” the first Clone asked. “You should be with some real Clones.”

Hunter’s grip on the sides of his tray tightened.

However, Kimber just gave the Clone a mocking grin and said sarcastically, “That is an excellent suggestion. I'll be sure to let you know when I find some.”

The Clone’s eyes widened for a second before he and the other one behind him glowered at her in response.

She looked at Hunter next to her and then exclaimed, “Oh, look! There’s one right here in front of me!” Then she leaned back and pointed a finger at the table where the rest of the Bad Batch sat and continued, “And I see more over there at that corner table, as well!” She turned her attention back to the regs and smirked deviously. “Thank you for your wonderful advice. That really was quite helpful.”

Behind her, Hunter couldn’t hold back a small, impressed grin at Kimber’s sassiness towards the regs.

As Kimber turned her back on the reg, he grabbed her shoulder and said angrily, "Who do you think you--aah!"

Feeling the reg's hand on her shoulder, Kimber had swiftly reached up, grasped his wrist and wrenched his hand away, twisting his arm downward and making him call out in pain.

Locking her eyes intently with his, she warned him with a hard tone, "Do not...touch me...again, reg." Then she released his hand with a small shove away from her.

Smirking at what she'd just done, Hunter proudly thought to himself, "That's my girl."

"Spoken like a true Bad Batcher," he said quietly in her ear, grinning at her.

Kimber smirked and chuckled in response and then whipped around, her long braid nearly smacking the reg in the face, and briskly walked away from the line, Hunter right on her heels.

They made it over to their table in time to hear Wrecker yelling in frustration at Tech, "I got a fact for you! I like to blow things up...because I like to blow things up!" He slammed his hands onto the table. "Got it?"

"Well, I'm convinced," Crosshair replied, his tone clearly laced with sarcasm.

"What was that about?" Kimber inquired as she went around and sat beside Echo.

"Long story, sunshine," answered Crosshair.

Sitting down on the opposite side of the table next to Tech, Hunter let them know, "An Imperial's been sent to evaluate the Clones. Everybody's talking about it."

"What kind of evaluation?" asked Echo curiously.

"Hopefully, not mental. Clearly, we'd never pass that," Tech said.

As they all exchanged peculiar looks, they heard another voice say to them, "Hello again."

It was Omega, the young blonde girl. She came to the table and sat on Hunter's other side, putting down her tray and timidly waving at the group. Kimber started to wave back, but then faltered as she realized that none of the Clones were reacting back. Instead, they were all gawking at the girl, puzzled at seeing her there.

"Omega," she reminded them, gesturing to herself. "From earlier? In the corridor?"

"Yeah, kid, we remember," Hunter replied, seemingly annoyed. "Don't you have someplace to be?"

Casually, Omega just said, turning to her soup on her tray, "No, I'll stay."

Tech's eyes widened. "You want to sit with us?" he questioned.

The girl nodded.

"That's never happened before," Tech observed.

"Wow...!" quietly gasped Wrecker.

Smiling, Omega told them, "I like you. You don't fit in around here either."

Hunter leaned over and pressed her, "What are you really doing here on Kamino, kid?"

Kimber then asked in addition, "Don't you have a family somewhere? Parents?"

"Parents?" Omega repeated, confused.

At that time, three more regs started walking by and one of them taunted them, "Check it out...the defect squad's got themselves a new recruit."

"Another member added to the Sad Batch," mocked another one.

They had been looking at Kimber.

She just glared at them as they walked by and just as she was about to stand up and yell something back at them, Omega surprised all of them by suddenly grabbing some of her food, climbing on top of the table and chucking it at the back of the Clone's head, hitting him directly and the food splattered everywhere.

"Who threw that?" he demanded.

"I did. Now, apologize to my friends," Omega demanded sternly.

"I like this kid!" Wrecker cried out, enthusiastically punching Echo in the chest.

The regs attempted to walk up to Omega to confront her, but Hunter put himself in the way and civilly tried to encourage them to back off and keep moving. Wrecker stood up behind Omega to try and intimidate the regs even further.

The regs seemed to relent, but not before the one in the front commented snidely over his shoulder as they left, “Know your place, lab scrapper.”

Kimber could feel her glare harden at the regs. These ones were definitely not like any other Clones she’d come across before. They were incredibly rude to her and to Omega. Her fists clenched at her sides, wishing she could go up and punch them.

Not even a few seconds later, there was movement out of the corner of her eye and a tray was suddenly flying through the air, colliding with the reg’s back. When she looked, she saw Wrecker balancing a collection of trays in his hand.

“Oops,” he said, grinning devilishly.

“That’s it!” cried the reg, all of them gearing up for a fight.

Wrecker was glad to oblige. “Oh yeah!” he shouted with glee before launching the stack of trays at the Clone, knocking him clean off of his feet.

Things turned to chaos so quickly, Kimber’s head threatened to spin. The other regs that taunted them came forward, but Hunter punched one of them and began fighting with them. Some of the onlookers started throwing food around and others began attacking Tech and Echo. Wrecker climbed onto the table and jumped straight onto another group of Clones. Echo was pushed onto the table and Crosshair took two guys out with a tray. People were thrown across tables, tackled to the floor; it was a brawl. Kimber herself jumped in and threw a couple punches at some regs while defending Crosshair and also Omega. It was just crazy how quickly things had escalated. Kimber got the feeling this must’ve happened a lot for the Bad Batch in the past.

She caught sight of movement in the upper level of they mess hall and when she turned her attention that way, she grimaced at seeing Lama Su up there watching and with him was a man she’d never seen before. It was an older man with gray hair pointed up at the sides, a hooked nose and wearing what she assumed was the garb of an Imperial officer. That must have been the Imperial the regs had been talking about.

“Echo, watch out!” she heard Tech call out.

Her head turned just in time to see Echo, who was on the ground close by her, get clubbed over the head with a tray and he slumped down to the floor, limp and unconscious. Furious, she sped forward and tackled the reg who had hit him to the floor before scrambling back up and putting herself in front of Echo to defend him.

Right then, the red-armored Coruscant guards came rushing into the mess hall, shouting at everyone to stop fighting, their weapons drawn and ready. Everyone else in the mess proceeded to stand down, though casting nasty looks at the Bad Batch.

Once the fighting was over, Kimber crouched down next to Echo and tried waking him up, but he was out cold. As one of the guards came over to her, she told them, “My friend has been knocked unconscious. He needs medical help.”

The guard nodded and ordered a stretcher to be brought in. Before long, one was brought to them and two of the guards got Echo onto it.

As they took him out, Kimber went up to Hunter and told him, “I’m going to go with him. He might not like waking up surrounded by medical equipment, so I want to be there just in case.”

“Go ahead,” he told her.

She then turned back and jogged over to catch up with the guards, heading with them and Echo to the medical wing.

A half hour had passed and Echo hadn’t woken up yet. After the medics got him hooked up for a couple tests to be run, a floating medical Droid came into the room. He had a horizontal cylindrical head with two glowing eyes and a small light at the base where a mouth would be that lit up when he spoke that was propped up on a hinged rotating stand attached to his body. He only had an upper body with arms and hands, but for legs, he only had little round orbs that helped keep him afloat. Kimber hadn’t seen a Droid like it before and she thought it was kind of cute, almost.

The door to the room opened and she saw Omega come rushing in, looking concerned.

“Is he okay?” she asked, running over to Kimber and looking between her and Echo lying on the bed.

“He should be. Echo’s a tough trooper,” Kimber assured her.

The little med Droid floated over to Omega and asked her in a nasally-sounding robotic voice, “Omega, what are you doing here?”

“I came to make sure Echo’s okay. He got hit pretty hard,” she explained.

“But mistress Nala Se summoned you to the sub-level medical wing. You must go,” the Droid protested.

“No, I’m staying here until he wakes up,” said Omega.

Kimber then told her as the Droid hovered back over to Echo, “Omega, I appreciate your concern, but Echo will be fine. I’m here with him and if there’s somewhere you need to be right now, then you should go. It’s okay.”

Omega opened her mouth to say something back, but then they heard Echo’s voice suddenly cry out, “No! Get them off!” He shoved the Droid away and was looking about frantically, panic and fear evident in his expression.

“But my tests are not yet complete,” refuted the Droid.

“Echo, hey it’s okay! It’s okay,” said Kimber, rushing to his side and taking his good hand tightly as the Droid moved out of the way. “You’re just in the med bay, it’s okay. It’s Kimber, I’m here and Omega’s here, too. Just breathe. Breathe with me, Echo.”

While breathing heavily and trying to calm himself down, Echo’s eyes found her and he seemed to relax a little at seeing her at his side, clutching her hand back hard and she covered his with her other one. Then his breathing slowed as he followed Kimber’s breathing pattern, bringing his anxiety down.

Then Omega told him, coming up next to Kimber, “It’s okay, Echo. I understand. I don’t like being hooked up to their machines either.”

Something about that statement from the young girl troubled Kimber. Why was a kid being hooked up to medical machines? Was she just constantly getting hurt and into trouble like they were or was there something else? That made her question in the moment if Omega actually was Nala Se’s “medical assistant”.

“Hello, CT-1409,” then said the Droid, hoving at the end of the bed.

“His name is Echo,” Omega corrected him.

The Droid then introduced itself, “I am AZI-345211896246498721347, your assigned medical droid.”

Kimber’s head reared back. “Yikes, that’s a mouthful,” she observed aloud.

“Yeah, we just call him AZI. The rest can be a lot to say,” Omega told her.

Directing her attention back to Echo, who seemed to be much calmer now, she asked him, “You good?”

With a heavy sigh, he replied, “Yeah…yeah, I’m good now.”

There was a swish as the door to the room opened up once again and they looked to see the Bad Batch entering into the room.

“Ha! Told you he’s alive!” cried Wrecker boisterously. Then he pointed at Crosshair. “You owe me two credits!”

Kimber frowned, slightly unamused at what she heard. “You seriously placed bets on whether or not Echo was killed by a tray?” she asked flatly, glancing between Wrecker and Crosshair. When they both simply shrugged, she rolled her eyes and said, “My stars, you boys are incorrigible sometimes.”

AZI then floated in the middle of all of them and informed the Bad Batch, “CT-1409's condition is stable…but I have some distressing news for the rest of you. According to your test results, you all appear to be…genetically defective Clones.”

While the others didn’t react, as this was naturally not new information, Wrecker got a shocked look on his face and Kimber had to suppress a laugh.

“I will leave you to process the shock of this revelation,” stated AZI before zooming off.

“We’ve got a problem,” Echo told the others.

“Not really. We’re more deviant than we are defective,” Tech replied.

Echo shook his head. “Not that. Admiral Tarkin's here. He's the one evaluating the Clones.”

“Who’s Tarkin? Was he the guy that was with Lama Su earlier?” Kimber asked.

“Yeah, that was him,” answered Echo.

Tech then added, looking at Echo, “The same Tarkin from the Citadel rescue when you, uh...how shall I put this?”

“Blew up?” Wrecker finished for him.

“And turned into that?” Crosshair added, pointing at Echo with his toothpick and smirking.

“Okay, uncalled for,” Kimber said to Crosshair, elbowing him.

Echo sighed heavily. “Yes,” he said, his expression downfallen for a second, “and he’s not a big supporter of Clones.”

Hunter then spoke up for the first time since coming in, “We’ll soon find out. We’ve been summoned by the Prime Minister.”

Kimber groaned, “Great…!” Now, they had to go see Lama Su…like that was going to go well.

“Guess he didn't find that mess hall fight amusing…but I sure did,” stated Wrecker.

Motioning with his head towards the door, Hunter told them, “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

The others made their way to the door while Echo climbed off the bed, him and Kimber walking past Omega. Though the young girl cried out to them and ran in front of them.

“The fight was my fault. I’m going, too,” she tried stating.

“Not happening,” Hunter replied, him and the others moving by her. “We’ll handle this.” When she tried to object, he turned back around and interrupted her with a warning: “Listen, kid. Our squad’s nothing but trouble. For your sake, keep your distance. Got it?”

The young girl appeared a bit dejected at Hunter’s words, but she said nothing and stayed where she was as the door shut between her and the Bad Batch.

#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch hunter #bad batch fanfic #hunter x oc fic #sun and rain fanfic

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corlds-world · 2 years

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Dream and MCC 24 Ace Race

So I was watching Dream’s VOD for MCC 24 cause twitter and tumblr have been saying some things about Dream (both the antis and the stans) and the ace race restart and I was like “wild concept. I’m gonna formulate my own opinion.” BTW, I’m not really an anti, but I’m definitely not a stan. For anyone reading, here’s some good old facts:

Dream got 1st during the first ace race and got 7th during the second ace race, which is still an amazing placement.

Dream held up the event by saying he had “technical difficulties” while he was actually watching Purpled’s VOD less than a minute before the second ace race was about to start, making the wait time much longer.

Dream believed that at most five people disconnected during the first ace race and didn’t believe noxcrew when they said that ten or more people disconnected. Dream’s reasoning was that because Skeppy had finished in 34th, there was no way more than five people had disconnected because that means that someone who disconnected had beat Skeppy.

Ace race is hard for anyone who is a newbie, such as Skeppy (who had only played in one event over a year ago. That practically makes him a newbie). Doing that badly is actually pretty reasonable for someone so new.

A list of the people that DCed: HBomb, Krtzyy, Shubble, 5up, TapL, Pearl, Fruit, Scar, Illumina, Captain. Exactly 10 people across 7 teams. The Noxcrew was right, not Dream.

Dream also believed that a majority of the teams didn’t have a problem. The thing is: how does he know? He doesn’t! He just said something that was factually incorrect. This is one of many things he said incorrectly.

Dream believed that noxcrew had restarted because someone disconnected that noxcrew had bias over.

Dream also compared this time to when Sam DCed in Sands of Time in MCC 18. The two are pretty different because it was only Sam DCed, not a member of over half the teams. Also the problem in this case might’ve been on Sam’s end, not Noxcrew. In this situation, Noxcrew was the one who had problems that caused the west coast servers to DC.

What infuriated me was that Dream told his viewers not to attack noxcrew, but in the same breath said that their decision was “bullshit.”

During Hole in the Wall, Dream compared ace race to a real life sports event, and that you can’t just restart a real life sports event, so why should you be able to restart ace race? You can’t DC in real life, though, so the two aren’t really comparable.

He also said that he did worse the second time around because the fact that they restarted threw him off. That’s not the noxcrew’s fault, that’s on Dream. It’s something that he can’t change without changing his mentality, but it’s not on the noxcrew for his mental state after they didn’t really have a choice but to restart.

Yes, he would’ve gotten first individually if he got first again in the second ace race. (But H got first and i love H so i’m so happy he did get first individually because H never has before where Dream has).

So here’s my opinion. First of all, holding up the event to watch Purpled’s VOD is entitled as hell and that’s not fair to the other 39 contestants and the hundreds of thousands of people watching. Secondly, I can’t blame him for being mad though because 1) his team didn’t disconnect, 2) he didn’t really know what was going on, and 3) he didn’t know his team was going to win and he believed that because of the ace race restart, his team wasn’t going to get into dodgebolt. I can blame him for making baseless opinions. Dream was talking a lot of trash without a lot of facts. It’s unfair to the noxcrew. That’s the reason that I can’t take his side.

Bonus (not discourse):

Skeppy said “Sands of Time is kind of relaxing?” My dude, absolutely not.

BAD IS THE BEST TEAMMATE EVER HE HYPED UP THE TEAM SO MUCH AFTER ACE RACE AND THEY NEEDED THAT SO MUCH!!!

#mcc discourse #mcc 24 #mcc #dream

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RIP 2 my youth - lumax.

summary: after the events of season 4, lucas has a whole new level of grief to deal with

lucas sinclair x max mayfield

the smell of antiseptics and cleaned bed sheets wafted to lucas’ nose. he sat quietly in the chair next to the hospital bed, gripping onto max’s limp hand. the mumbling of the doctors outside was silenced in his mind by the replaying of his experience of the last week.

having to witness his best friend, and the girl he loves, get brutally attacked. his little sister, erica, having to give up her innocent eyes to the violence of the upside down. his friend and mentor was killed, and his other best friend, dustin, would never be the same.

his innocent eyes were killed by the underworld. he and his friends could never be the same again after all this trauma, but they could try. and they would.

everything had changed in such a little amount of time. lucas had learnt to cope with everything around him and the situation he was in. he learned to face the alternate reality of the world he lived in at such a young age. he felt like he was forced into a world he never wanted to be a part of, and he felt like it was his fault for ever trying to fix anything.

now, lucas was staring at max. she had bruised eyes, a neck brace, and her face seemed close to lifeless. her diagnosed coma was just a matter of time before she fought through it, or succumbed to the afterlife. lucas would kill to know what’s going on inside of her head, but he didn’t have any fight left.

he woke up every day, 10:00 AM on the dot to visit her. he got dressed, ate breakfast, and his mother drove him down the intensive care unit to see his best friend.

ever since he met max, she was his king. now that she was in this condition, he tried to step into that position and he now had to fill both shoes. he wrote all his words down, because he wasn’t able to convey them across and say them to her. he felt stupid. he felt like an idiot for believing she would wake up when all the doctors and tests and scans told him otherwise.

on the next week of seeing her, lucas brought his crinkled notebook paper with him. he shoved it into his jean pocket and sat in the same chair as always. his shaking hand slowly pulled out the piece of paper and began reviewing the smudged pen.

“i’m not good at this, as you know. if you can hear me. um,” lucas paused, not knowing if he should bother to continue. “dustin’s alright. he’s been having a hard time with eddie’s death. he’s trying to hide it from everyone so he seems tougher, but he’s just hurting more. uh… hopper came back, with eleven and joyce, and will and mike. so we’ve only hung out once. he’s alive, max. he’s alive and he’s ok. steve’s good. he misses you a lot. we got school off because of the…” lucas realizes what he’s saying and makes up a lie again. “the earthquake.

lucas shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck. “maybe when you come home, we can catch that movie sometime.”

his heart shatters a little, thinking about their missed date. he wanted it to be perfect, and his optimism took over his mind. not thinking about the aftermath that vecna would rain down on hawkins.

“i wrote you something. i didn’t build up the guts to say it, cause i know you’d make fun of me. you’ll make fun of me, but who really cares.” he shined a half smile, trying to make light of the pitch dark situation.

lucas begins with a shaky start of the letter. he reads it over and looks at max, her weak body on the bed with the small grains of fight she has left.

with a heavy sigh, lucas shoves the letter back into his pocket and takes out the book he’s reading to max. he reads the words on the page rather than words he actually means.

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laying down on his bed, lucas looks around his room. a few years ago, his young eyes would’ve seen new shiny figures, and silly dnd posters taped up around his bedroom. now, when lucas saw these things, he was a completely different room. his dusty figurines had lost their shine, physically and emotionally. his posters had become outdated and have become frighteningly close to a reality for the kids.

now looking at his situation, he felt the urge to tear down and shred all those posters. they weren’t an imagination anymore.

lucas stood up out of his bed and walked over to the biggest poster in his room. he grabbed onto the top and tore it down. the tape on the back was ripped off, and some of the chipped paint came with it. he saw the old colors of his bedroom and lightly grazed it with his fingers.

he stormed over to his bed, yanking out a cardboard box. the box was filled with old photos from holidays and summers with his friends. people like will, mike, dustin, his family. one in particular stood out to him.

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“steve can you look a little happier?” max protested.

“i’m taking a picture, max. not winning an award.” steve stood in his scoops ahoy uniform, awkwardly with the camera in his hand. “why do i need to look so thrilled?”

max had on her red, heart shaped sunglasses that sat on the top of her head. her ginger hair was waved and tucked neatly behind her ears. her pink cheeks were scrunched up in a light smile. her ice cream cone was dripping over the sides slightly onto her soft hands.

lucas stood next to her with his flowered button up over his white tee. his arm was over max’s shoulder. his bright neon shorts stood out at the bottom of the picture, showing the dirty sneakers at the bottom. his ice cream cup was to the side of his other arm, barely touched.

“he’s just mad stacey stood him up at enzo’s for bryan richards.” lucas whispered into max’s ear, making her grin shine in the bright lighting of the ice cream shop.

“hey! sinclair shut your mouth or i’m churching you triple for that scoop.” steve retorts back. lucas shakes his head in humility, and steve clicked the camera.

with a flash, the smiling picture of the two prints out and his handed to lucas.

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lucas started posting the photos on his wall, replacing the old game posters. he figured he didn’t need a game up there anymore, as it wasn’t as much of a game as it used to be. he covers up the chipped paint on his wall with the photos.

he sits back down on his bed with his eyes drawn to that one picture. he looks at his letter for max and rereads it and adjusts it until he thinks it’s perfect.

they protected each other, and even though they broke up, it was going to take a lot more to keep lucas away from her.

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“dear max,

i’m sorry. i never wanted to get you involved with this mess. when i was just 12, in middle school, playing a game in mikes basement, i thought of it as fiction. then will went missing, and i thought for a long time that nothing could be worse than this. i know you broke up with me, and i know you’re over me, but i should’ve known. i should’ve known something was off with you. i wish i could’ve helped you, but i know why you didn’t tell me. i wish i could’ve fixed it, but the tide went out and there’s no pulling it back in. it’s partially my fault. if you’d never believed me in the arcade, or if i never bothered to tell you, you could be here with me right now. talking and moving around, skateboarding and shit. i knew from the first day i saw you in the hallways that i wanted to go through this with you. i trusted you immediately and your strength was undefeated. max, i’d go through this a million times more to keep you out of this mess. the truth? i love you, max. i wish this was still an imagination. i wish i could shake myself awake and force myself out of this nightmare. this all still feels like a bad dream and i’m waiting for the day i wake up, come to your house, and we can hang out like nothing. as messed up as it sounds though, this mess and your situation has really opened my eyes wider than they’ve ever been. i’m done believing what the doctors have to say, because at this point, i’m done believing what anyone has to say about this shitty world. i need you, max. i cant go through this without you. so basically what i’m saying, vecna can bring down hell on us because he has nothing against us.

love,

lucas :)”

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lucas strutted his way through the hospital halls. confidently walking through the bright lights in his baggy sweatpants and hawkins zip up. he almost thought about getting rid of it now, because to him, hawkins is nothing but a lie at this point.

he stormed into max’s room like something had changed. it was all the same, besides her limbs were adjusted and her blanket had been pulled up, her brittle hands dropping over it.

lucas stood by her bedside, abandoning the chair next to it. he ripped the letter out of his jacket pocket and began to read it. beginning with another shaky, “dear max,” he clearly articulates every word as much as he means them. he gets halfway through to look at her, even though she looks still, except the slight rise and fall of her chest.

lucas finishes off the letter with a light, love lucas. he folds it up and places it onto her bedside table, nudging it under the bouquet of sunflowers. he looks back to see max, her expression different than before.

her nose scrunches up and down, forming small wrinkles on the bridge. lucas doesn’t think much of it, but he still makes note of it. her eyes twitch, and lucas gets more enthusiastic. “max?” he whispers, barely audible.

“max, hey.” he moves to the other side of the bed, gripping her hand. her iris’s rapidly move under her thin eyelids. “i’m here, max, lucas! hey, max!” he shakes it slightly, to not cause her more pain.

her bloodshot eyes finally open to reveal the blue shade of her eyes, surrounded by a flood of pinkish-white. her eyes move around the room frantically, her lips starting to move around the intubation. her eyes finally land on her one, lucas, and she rests her eyes a bit.

“max! you- you’re… i’m gonna call the nurse, max. holy shit!” he exclaims, abusing the call button on her remote.

one of the nurses comes sauntering in, not expecting anything. she looks around at max’s condition, looks down at the chart and looks back. her eyes widen and she comes closer. she presses a button on her pager and the doctors voice comes through. she mutters some medical terms that lucas doesn’t understand. surprisingly not yet, even though he’s been there every day.

the doctors come rushing in and another pool of nurses come in. “hey maxine, welcome back.” the doctor says, shining his flashlight in her eyes. lucas stands in the corner, completely star-struck at the sight in front of him. he’s scared, relieved, and all his emotions are coming together. “she’s breathing over the tube, i think we’re all set to take it out.” he sighs out. “i’ve never seen something like this. this young girl’s a force.”

one of the nurses walks over to lucas, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “honey, why don’t you step out into the hallway while they help her out?” lucas was ready to refrain, but he decides to not cause any problems. the nurse escorts him out of the room and to the chairs in the hallway.

lucas runs over to the public phone, dialing steve’s number into the phone. it rings and he frantically says, “steve! she’s awake! max, she- i saw her! she’s alive, steve!”

“slow down, sinclair. she’s awake?” steve yelps out.

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lucas sits in the uncomfortable waiting room chair, bouncing his leg and cracking his knuckles. he sees steve and dustin walking toward him like they’re on a mission. lucas shoots up and meets them halfway. “dustin! she’s up! she looked at me and- they’re taking her for testi-“

“hey, kid. calm down. it’s ok, we’re here.” steve says, patting lucas’ shoulder.

dustin sits down in the chair next to lucas and looks at him. “she’s really alive?”

“y-yeah. i think so, dustin.”

“jesus christ.” dustin whispers.

they wait, and wait. until one of the nurses is spotted by lucas. she walks over hesitating, “l-lucas?”

“yeah?” he stands up in front of her.

“she’s ok. we took her in for some tests. this is truly a miracle, we’ve never seen anything like this. she’s currently on ivs for medication and nutrients, but she’s awake.”

“can i see her? please.”

“yes, we can take you in a few minutes. she’s going to be confused, and probably scared, but it’ll help if she sees someone she knows and loves.”

his heart skips at the last sentence, but he knows he has to go in there. “oh, lucas.” the nurse is holding out a piece of paper. “this was on the floor of her room. do you have an idea of who’s it might be?”

“it’s mine. i left it there.”

“i figured, sweetheart. i didnt read any of it but i saw a name on there.” she smiles sweetly at him and directs him to the room.

he turns back to look at steve and dustin, who are now both sitting down. “get in there, sinclair.”

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lucas walks into the room, suddenly nervous. his anxiety was creeping up on him again, but he wouldn’t let it take control. this was his girl, and nothing was stopping him now. he was hesitant to walk in, but he stopped in the middle of the room.

a crackling of his name escaped max’s mouth. the rasp of her voice sounded painful, but all his anxiety evaporated hearing it.

“hey stalker.” max forces out, taking a few seconds in between each word. “nice letter.”

her voice flipped a switch in lucas. and after the tide comes back in, lucas is able to swim to shore.

and hearing her voice, he can breath again.

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