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vodika-vibes · 7 months

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Summary: A normal Welcome Home dinner with Kix blossoms into something more.

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader

Word Count: 2737

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F receiving), some angst in regards to two people who can't see the forest for the trees.

A/N: This was supposed to be fluff, but apparently, Kix had different ideas. This is fine. This is my first time writing proper smut in, like, years. So it might not be the greatest.

Divider by Saradika

You have three simple rules that you follow when it comes to dealing with Kix. Three rules that are painfully easy to remember.

Rule 1: Do not ask him about his most recent deployment. If you ask he’ll tell you the truth, and he always looks so broken and defeated when he does. If he wants to talk, he will, but pushing never helps.

Rule 2: No family talk. His family is massive, but you always run the risk of dredging old wounds regarding his fallen brothers. Also, your family kind of sucks, so family talk is better left for other times.

Rule 3: Do not, under any circumstance, draw attention to, or even think about, how you feel about Kix. If you don’t acknowledge it, then it’s not really there, and you don’t run the risk of a broken heart.

The first two rules are easy. You don’t like talking about your strained relationship with your parents and siblings. And you really don’t like the look that Kix gets when he thinks about his job.

The last one is…well, you’re not so good with the last one.

But it’s not really your fault. He’s just…he’s so kind and caring, and when he smiles at you in that way your heart skips a beat, and you have to remind yourself that this is just how Kix is, and that he’s not making your head dizzy and your heart ache on purpose.

Admittedly, it would be easier to not fall in love with him if he spent less time around you. But the very idea of him spending time with another person makes your heart clench so painfully-

Okay. So the hard truth is that you’re in love with Kix. Have been for what seems like ages, but he doesn’t seem interested and that’s okay. Your emotions, and feelings, are your problem. Not his. You just want him to be happy, even if that means relegating yourself to best friend, rather than more.

You drag yourself out of your thoughts when you hear the door chime. You check the time, and then glance in the oven to check the roast that has been slowly cooking all day, and then you head to the door, and press the button that slides the door open.

Kix flashes a small grin at you, “Hey, sarad,”

You favor him with a small smile, “You’re early.” You move to the side to let him in the apartment.

“Yeah, I decided that I was done for today,” Kix replies as he presses the bottle he brought with him into your arms, “I bring booze.”

“I have booze,” You say dryly, as you accept the bottle.

“You have wine,” Kix corrects, “Which this is not.”

You pause and then eye the bottle suspiciously, “this isn’t the Moonshine that Hardcase and Fives brewed on the Resolute, is it?”

Kix laughs, “I’m pretty sure that would put you in the hospital,” He jokes lightly, “No, I bought it on my way here.”

“How much was it, I’ll pay you back-”

“That’s not necessary. We’re getting paid now, haven’t you heard?”

You shake your head and press the door control again, allowing the door to slide shut and lock, and then you head back into the kitchen, “Well, thank you for buying it. Unfortunately, dinner still has a couple of hours before it’s done. I wasn’t expecting you for a bit.”

“That's fine with me. We can start our movie night early.” Kix says as he steps into the living room and immediately goes right over to your TV. “What do you want to start with?”

“Oh, anything’s fine.” You reply from the kitchen as you read the back of the bottle, and then slide it in your fridge, before you join him in the living room. You sit on the couch and curl your legs under yourself as you watch Kix scroll through the movie options.

You’re surprised when he chooses one that you’ve both seen before. “I thought you didn’t like this movie?” You ask as the music starts. If you remember correctly this movie was a romcom that Kix hated so much that he vowed to never watch it again.

“Oh, I don’t.” Kix sits on the couch and turns so he’s leaning against the arm of the couch and facing you, and he sprawls his legs across the couch, and you mimic him, twisting so you’re facing him as well. “I figured that since we’ve already seen this movie, it means we can talk.”

You unfold your legs and stretch them out so they’re laying against his, “Oh? Did you want to hear the latest gossip from Coruscant?”

“Hardly. I wanted to talk about you.”

“Me?” You’re surprised, to say the least, “There’s nothing new about me. I live a very boring life, Kix.”

He hums thoughtfully, “How’s work going? You were having problems with one of your coworkers-”

“Much better,” You admit with a small smile, “He was fired after he had a temper-tantrum during a meeting. And,” You motion to the desk in the corner, “We’re now officially working from home. He sold the offices.”

“Nice. You must be thrilled.”

“I am. No more annoying small talk with small minded people. Though that means I spend a lot of time on my own.” You shrug and smile at him warmly, “But before you get worried, I do get out of the house at least three times a week.”

“I wasn’t worried.”

“Were too,”

“Okay, maybe a little.” Kix finally admits with a laugh, “But I know that you know how to take care of yourself.”

“It’s sweet of you to worry.” You say lightly, “But really, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“You’re a friend, so I worry.” Kix replies easily. He’s quiet for a moment, and then casually, almost too casually, he asks, “So, how’s what’s his name?”

“I…who?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“The guy you were talking to,” He clarifies, his voice slightly tight, “You went on a date with him-”

“Oh, him.” You shrug, “Yeah, it…it didn’t work out.”

Something drains out of Kix’s shoulders, and if you hadn’t been looking at him, you wouldn’t have noticed, “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” He doesn’t sound sorry.

You hum thoughtfully, “Yeah. Well, I’m considering giving up on dating for a bit. The last few guys who’ve asked me out on dates have all been assholes.”

“Well, maybe you should ask someone out rather than waiting for someone to ask you out,” Kix offers.

You make a face, “I suppose there is a guy I’m interested in.”

“That’s…great.” You glance at him and he has a strange look on his face, “You should ask him out.”

You shake your head, “He wouldn’t be interested in me. Better to just ignore it, rather than humiliate myself.”

“Humiliate? Why would you be humiliated? Is he an asshole?” Kix asks.

You sigh, “No. No, Kix. He’s perfect. I’m not good enough for him and I know it.” You shift, “Can we talk about something else, please?”

He’s quiet for a moment, “Yeah, alright.” Kix pauses, “Just, any guy would be lucky to have you, you know that right?”

You shake your head, “We both know that’s not true, Kix. But it’s nice of you to say so.” You shift, “But what about you? Surely there’s someone-”

“Yes. There is.” He says immediately, his gaze locked on your face, “She’s amazing. Kind. Caring.”

“Oh. She does sound great. You deserve amazing.” You want Kix to be happy. You want him happy even if it’s not with you. You want him to be happy so you smile, and try to pretend that your heart isn’t breaking.

“Yeah, maybe.” Kix shrugs, and glances at the TV, “I’m going to change to a different movie, I think.”

“Go ahead.” You smile at him, though it’s much smaller than usual, “I’m going to check on the food.” He hums something as you get up and turn towards the kitchen.

You barely take a single step, before his hand wraps around your wrist.

You turn and look up at him, “Kix? Is something wrong?”

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, his hand releases your grip and then both of his hands rest on your shoulders, his grip firm. He obviously hesitates, seemingly at war with himself, and then he utters something in Mando’a, and he crashes his lips against yours.

You don’t react for the span of a heartbeat. His lips are warm and soft, and better than you could ever imagine. You lift your hands and lightly grip the front of his shirt, and lean into the kiss. And you kiss him back, and that’s apparently everything to Kix, because he groans against your lips, and somehow manages to pull you impossibly closer.

And when he breaks the kiss, he’s breathing heavily, and he presses his forehead against yours. His eyes are dark and somehow his hands moved from your shoulders to cup your face.

“...Kix?” You whisper.

He swallows hard, his gaze dropping back to your lips, and there’s a look of longing. “It’s you,” He replies, his voice just as quiet as yours, “It’s always been you, and it’ll always be you.” He lightly trails his thumb over your lower lip, “I’m greedy and selfish and the idea of you kissing another man makes me-” He exhales sharply, “Give me a chance? I’ll treat you like you deserve to be treated, and I know I’m probably not who you want but…” He trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.

You stare at him with wide eyes for a moment, and then you smile, soft and slow. “Oh, Kix.” You whisper, and he tenses under your fingers, as though preparing for a blow, “The guy I was talking about is you.” You keep your voice low, as though you’re sharing a secret for his ears only.

His eyes snap to meet yours, “You…why didn’t you…You thought I would humiliate you?” He sounds hurt.

“No. Never.” You answer softly. Whatever else you planned to say to him was stolen by his lips sealing over yours once again.

While the first kiss was gentle, and almost chaste, this one was anything but. He tangles one of his hands in your hair, using your hair to tilt your head back for better access. He nips your lower lip, and then soothes the mild pain with a lazy trail of his tongue, and you’re helpless to do anything more than part your lips for him.

His tongue slides against your own, and you whimper against his lips. The noises escaping you seem to awaken something in him, as his free hand slides down your body, and ghosts across your clothed breast.

You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach, and your fingers twitch against his shirt. You want to touch him more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life.

He breaks the kiss, and his lips move to trail down your throat. He licks, nips, and sucks his way to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, each caress of his lips pulling another pleasure filled noise from your parted lips.

“How long?” Kix asks through a groan, as he trails his lips across your throat to the other side of your neck.

“What?” You ask before he pulls another moan from you.

“How long before you have to worry about dinner burning?” He clarifies, his hand now sliding under your shirt.

“Oh, um…” You flicker your eyes towards the timer on the oven, “T-two hours.” You let out a shuddering moan when his teeth bite sharply into your neck, that’s definitely going to leave a mark.

He mumbles something in Mando’a against your neck, and your hands finally start moving, one hand slides up his chest and then up through his buzzed hair, your fingers lightly tracing his tattoos. Your other hand slides down his chest, over his hips, until you’re able to palm his cock over his pants. He groans low in his throat and his hips jerk once.

Kix’s lips trail back up your neck, and he catches your lips once more. He breaks that kiss and presses his forehead heavily against yours. “Mesh’la,” He murmurs, moving so that his lips just barely brush against your own. “I-” He trails off, unable to keep his lips off of you even long enough to finish his thought. “Need you,” He manages to gasp out, “Please.”

“You have me,” You whisper to him, and your words seem to settle some of his frantic energy.

His hands start moving slower, with more purpose. He removes each piece of clothing shielding you from him with surgical precision. His fingers slide against every inch of exposed skin, his lips ghosting after them. And before you know it, you’re totally bare to him, and his wandering fingers.

Kix’s fingers dip between your thighs, and he slowly, lazily almost, circles your clit with a practiced finger. Your gasp and your hips jerk against his hand, and he groans against your temple, “Mesh’la, you’re so wet for me.” He praises, a low chuckle falling from him as you shiver at his words.

“Wanted you for a while,” You admit as you try to move your hips so he’ll move faster, but whenever you move your hips, he stops moving his fingers. “Kix…” You whine.

He grins, and pulls you into a deep kiss, pulling his fingers away from you. You let out another whine, that changes into a started squeak as he effortlessly picks you up and walks you into your bedroom, “Oh mesh’la, I’m not fucking you on the couch.” And then he smirks, “Well, not yet.”

“Don’t care where, so long as you do.” You reply breathlessly.

He sets you on the bed, and then takes a step back to peel off his own clothes. You hungrily drag your gaze down his body, your fingers flexing against your comforter as you fight the urge to stand up and touch him.

Kix notices and he laughs, “Patience, cyare. You’ll get your chance to touch me.” He grins at you impishly, and then smoothly drops to his knees next to the bed. He keeps his gaze locked with yours as he lightly directs you to set your legs over his shoulders, and he slowly, teasingly, kisses up your legs.

Even knowing what his plan is, you still let out a startled noise when he slowly drags his tongue across your folds. A noise that quickly morphed into a moan of pleasure when he slowly circled your clit with his tongue.

He was a quick study. He slowly explored every inch of your pussy with his lips, tongue, and fingers, making note of what actions made you clench around him, what made your moan, what made you arch off the bed.

He circles your clit with his tongue, and then he wraps his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves, and sucks very gently, which pulls a moan from you. Kix clearly thinks that it’s not enough, as he slides two of his fingers in you, slowly thrusting and then curling them so that he is hitting the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

You can feel yourself getting close, and you writhe on the bed, seeking just a little more friction. Kix’s name slips from your lips in a quiet plea, and he seems to understand what you’re trying to say without you saying anything, because his lazy movements become a little faster.

And the coil snaps and you see stars as you bite your lower lip to muffle the pleasure filled cry that wants to escape. And Kix doesn’t pull away until you gently smooth your fingers over his head. He presses one more kiss to your thigh and absently wipes his face with his hand, before he crawls over you and pins you to the bed between his arms.

“Next time,” Kix promises as his lips ghost against yours, “I’m going to make you scream, mesh’la.”

You blush bright red, and avert your gaze.

Kix grins, and grabs your wrists, pinning them over your head with one hand, “It’s okay, cyare.” He coos, “I’m going to take care of you.” And then he kisses you and you forget everything that’s not him and you.

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thejediscrolls · 1 year

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I heart ?

Crosshair x reader

Who knew simply loving a man would be so difficult

Fluff - Angst (I mean it’s Crosshair)

Pt 2 of I Heart ?

It had been a week since the incident and I decided to hold off on finishing the modified rifle. I have also decided to fully avoid the bad batch at all costs. At least for this week. Instead, I have decided to focus my attention on work and my friends from the 501st and of course Clare. I have no doubt in my mind that my embarrassing flirting attempt got around the bad batch. Possibly Fives if he saw... But he would have come up to me by now to joke about it.

I squinted my eyes as I added the finishing touches for the new decked out med kit that I made for Kix.

“I’m heading to the chow hall.” Clare announced.

“Is it lunch already?” I looked at my watch and cursed, “I thought it was still morning. By this rate, I’m going to miss Kix before I can give him this.”

I silently prayed that the 501st haven’t dispatched on any last minute mission as I worked a bit faster to finish it.

“Is it finished?” She leaned over my working station, “Wow that looks really good.” She smiled.

“Almost finished…” I said as I finished up the wiring in the med kit, “Now it is!” I smiled taking off my safety goggles and closing the box.

“Nice work! Now hurry up and let’s go before we miss all the good stuff!” She said bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Alright alright.” I laughed as I stood up, “You just want to go see your sweetheart.” I smiled to Clare who immediately turned red, “We haven’t had a proper in office lunch together for an entire week now.”

“I’m sorry! It’s just… It’s different with him now. Before I would hang out with Tech and the bad batch as friends, but now after five years of friendship we’re finally dating! And I just can’t imagine five minutes without Tech.” She admitted with a blush.

I gave her a hug, “I’m really happy for you Clare and I’m only teasing about our lunches. Now let’s hurry up! I bet he’s just excited as you are.”

I quickly grabbed the med kit and with the door to our office closing, we began our mission to track down Tech and Kix. Also to get something to eat.

“Coruscant is amazing, we should really try that new restaurant we saw the other day by my apartment.” Clare mentioned.

“Sure! I think I’ll have some free time next week on Wednesday and Friday if that’s good with your schedule?” I asked dodging a technician as he walked by.

“Let’s say… Friday?” She asked and I nodded.

“Girls night!” We cheered.

“How have you been since last week?” Clare asked her concern not subsiding since the fiasco.

“Since I was embarrassingly rejected? Fine I suppose.” I chuckled, “I shot and I missed. At least he won’t forget me easily.”

“I wouldn’t call it rejected per say.” She said trying to lighten the mishap.

“He looked so uncomfortable when I asked to get him a drink.” I cringed at the memory, “Honestly, I think he said less than five words to me.”

“I think it’s because he doesn’t know of your feelings that’s why I don’t think you should give up just yet.” She explained, “Tech told me that he never thought that I would never date someone like him. It wasn’t until I asked him first that he realized I had feelings for him even and now look at us. I proved him wrong didn’t I? He didn’t realize he was exactly my type and I had to show him that.” She smiled.

“I don’t know… I suppose.” I muttered contemplating, “But Tech is different. He already liked you. Crosshair doesn’t like me.”

Is this even worth trying?

“Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t, but there is no harm in sitting with me at their table.” She smirked.

“Huh? Wait! No! I’m not ready just yet!” I whispered panicky at her.

“Too bad!” She sung as the door to the chow hall opened for us.

Clare grabbed my wrist before I could escape. I did everything in my power to keep from dropping the med kit as she dragged me over to her boyfriends table. It was easy to tell that they were the loudest of the clones as they made one hell of a commotion.

“Clare.” Tech smiled standing up to greet her with a kiss on her cheek, “How has your day been?”

“Better now that you’re here.” She giggled.

That allowed me to slip away from her and I mentally thanked Tech for the distraction.

“There’s the weapons genius!” Wrecker cheered raising his drink to me before I could get away.

I laughed nervously, “Hey Wrecker, how’s it going?”

“Awesome! I still can’t get over the weaponized gloves you made me, it’s so cool!” He cheered.

I smiled, the tension in my shoulders easy at hearing how an invention I made helped improve Wrecker’s odds on the battlefield, “You know I’m always happy to help.”

“Finally out of your lab?” Crosshair asked though he didn’t turn around to greet me.

I stared at his back, watching his muscles move as he ate calmly, “Ah yes.” I muttered after a split second, “For the moment. Finally out of the training facility?” I teased trying to start some kind of banter, “You know you don’t need any training, you’re already a genius sniper.” I complimented nervously hoping for anything.

“Hm.” Was all he replied and ruined any chance of any further conversation.

My shoulders deflated slightly as I huffed a bit at my foolish attempt at flattery. What I didn’t see from being behind him was the small smirk he wore.

“Clare, come sit down. I’ll go get you something to eat.” Tech motioned for Clare to sit where he was sat moments ago before he left to get her some food.

This left me standing alone awkwardly by the table. I looked around the room wondering if I could spot the 501st or at least Kix, but it was just my luck that they haven’t shown up yet. What’s taking them so long? Please don’t be on a mission. Please don’t be on a mission. Please-

“What brings you here? We usually don’t see you at lunch. Do you finally have some free time from all that genius work?” Echo asked and I felt relieved that he was talking to me.

He was the only one I really knew from the bad batch. I got along with the other members of the team, except Crosshair, but I’ve known Echo since he was in the 501st. It was actually Echo was the one who introduced me to the bad batch a year ago. I didn’t meet Clare until shortly after that when she transferred to my lab.

“I do, surprisingly.” I smiled, “But not for long I’m afraid. Duty calls.”

“I know that meaning. Why don’t you take a seat?” He asked.

I was about to decline and go look for Kix, but one look at Clare’s her blue eyes told me to sit as she looked towards the empty seat by Crosshair and then to me.

“Uh yeah, I suppose I can for a few minutes.” I nodded looking for a spot, “How has your missions been going?” I asked looking for an empty seat.

“Pretty smooth actually. At least our definition of smooth.” Echo joked.

Unfortunately for me the only seat available was beside Crosshair and I knew I had no choice. I placed the med kit to the right of me on the table as I sat down while giving Crosshair who was on my left enough space between us.

“What’s that you got there?” Hunters’ eyes darted towards the med kit curiously.

“Ah so you are still working.” Echo laughs.

“Guilty?” I shrugged with a laugh, “I mean it’s somewhat free time.” I answered Echo before answering Hunter’s question, “This is a new and improved medic kit I have been working on. I’m going to give it to Kix so he has it a little easier during missions. I’m hoping he likes it because then I can request for it to be mass produced for the other droids.” I rambled on as I admired at my invention.

“Whoa! That looks cool!” Boasted Wrecker.

I smiled, “Thanks Wrecker.”

“It looks like a box.” Stated Crosshair causing the group to quiet down waiting for my reaction.

“That’s because it is a box.” I said simply with a raised eyebrow towards him.

The group bursted in fit of laughter at my comeback.

“Why are you always creating extra equipment like this for us?” Crosshair asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows at his question, “Because I’m one of the head scientist in the weapons lab?”

He rolled his eyes, his tone seemingly suspicious, “We’re just clones, what are you gaining from making these unorthodox gear?”

I was too busy looking around the room to notice the accusatory tone and replied, “Because, I need all of you to have the best fighting chance… To come home.”

I missed the slight frown on Crosshair’s face as he looked at me. Suddenly his food suddenly seemed less interesting next to the girl sitting beside him wearing her uniform that told everyone just how smart she is.

“You…” His voice was soft, but was quickly overshadowed by Echo’s exclamation.

“There’s Kix.” Echo pointed towards the entrance and I looked to find the 501st squad entering the chow hall.

“I better go before I miss him.” I stood up and quickly grabbed the med kit.

“Mind if I join you? I want to say hi to the boys.” Echo asked while standing up.

“Of course you can Echo.” I smiled at him and waited for him to round the table towards me before we headed over to our old group of friends.

“She works herself too hard.” Hunter commented as the group watch the interaction.

“She got that from her mother.” Clare chuckled, “I’m pretty sure she survives on caf and sheer willpower.”

“Sounds like Crosshair over here.” Hunter mused causing the sniper to scoff.

“Okay Kix, this medical case is lighter and can withstand more blaster fire than a droid.” I set the container down on the white table, “And it has- No!” I yelled gaining the attention of the entire chow hall, “That does not mean to try it out!”I yelled as stopped Fives from putting a blaster to it, “Put that blaster down right now Fives.”

“You said it was blaster proof.” Fives insisted but surrendered at my stern gaze.

“Right now.” I crossed my arms.

“Fine mom…” He sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically, “You’re no fun.” He grumbled as he bolstered his weapon.

“Anyways…” I eyed Fives suspiciously as I continued, “I even put your name and logo on it, Kix. It’s all yours.” I smiled, my happy demeanor returning from watching Kix’s eyes lit up at the one thing that differentiates him from the rest. Something that gives his name and his job meaning.

“Has anyone told you your amazing?” He said lifting me up in his arms in a quick hug before putting me down to inspect his new med kit further by opening it, “No way! It lights up too?!”

“I figured it would help you see your medical supplies better when out on the field. Of course you can turn it off here,” I showed him a button outside the case, “If there is trouble and you need to remain out of sight.”

“Genius!” He wrapped me in another a tight hug, “Thank you.”

“Of course.” I laughed feeling squished before he released me.

“Jesse!” He called to Jesse who was in line to get his food, “Come check this out! Everyone get over here!”

I missed the hard glare directed to us as I talked with my old friends. The rest of the bad batch got up shortly after to join the commotion except for a certain sniper and Hunter who could sense the anger rolling off of his brother. He decided to get up and sit beside him so others wouldn’t hear their conversation.

“You could always try going over there and talking to her.” Hunter suggested.

Crosshair rolled his eyes as he returned back to his meal, “And why would I need to do that?”

“Because I don’t want to see any of the regs with blaster holes in them.” Hunter said causing Crosshair to scoff, “I know you didn’t go home with anyone that night and I have a feeling I know why or more exactly who.”

Crosshair remained silent, refusing to answer any of Hunter’s suspicions which only proved that he was correct.

Hunter stood up, “Why don’t you try congratulating her. That would be a good start.” He patted Crosshair on the shoulder before he walked away, hoping that Crosshair would take his advice.

“I don’t need to do anything.” Crosshair muttered angrily before glancing over to her form, watching her smile at Rex.

His fingers curled around his spoon as he watched the interaction. He found himself taking strides towards her, not remembering how he got up in the first place, but there he was being drawn in by that stupid itch in the back of his mind. He didn’t even understand why he was doing this. Why he was suddenly standing in front of her as she peered up at him with those dumb round eyes.

“Cross.” I called out to him inside of why he was suddenly here.

The other clones gathered around Kix as he boasted about his new gear, but all that noise seemed to drown out with him standing so close to me.

“I…” He began and suddenly the words caught in his throat and the uncertainty in his voice made him angry.

“Crosshair! She said this thing is blaster proof and you’re the best shooter here! Let’s take this thing out to the landing pad and try it out!” Fives yelled.

I looked at Fives incredulously to which he raised his hands in surrender, “You said not indoors.” He reasoned.

I shook my head with a chuckled, “Alright, why not.” I agreed causing Fives brothers to join in on his parade to the landing pad.

I smiled up at Crosshair, “Let’s go, I’d like to see what you got.” This time I didn’t miss the faint pink dusting his cheeks as a majority of us headed outside.

Crosshair didn’t move away when I stood beside him and I felt giddy this close to him. He smells like blaster smoke and the comfort of rain. I thought and cursed at myself for acting like a teenage girl around her first crush. I focused my attention on Kix who was hesitantly placed his new med kit on the ground. He looked at it as if it were his child that was going to be taken from him. I could see the question and worry in his eyes as he looked over to me.

I gave him an encouraging smile, “Don’t worry Kix! If it breaks I’ll make you a new one, promise.”

“Thanks.” He said in relief before racing over to Hardcase.

I stood by Crosshair as he readied his rifle. I watched him or more so his forearms as they tended while he cocked the gun in place.

“Do you ever get tired of it?” I asked him still not looking away from his arms.

“Of what?” He asked.

“Of shooting.” I motioned to his weapon.

“Never.” He stated, his voice holding a gruffness to it that would only tell the truth.

It was an answer fitting for him. Simple and precise while holding a world of meaning in it. I admired him for his passion.

“Hm.” I looked up to see a toothpick placed in his mouth and my brows furrowed, “Where do you keep those?”

He smirked, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He said before raising his rifle up and aiming at his target with ease.

I scoffed with a smile at his teasing response, “I would-”

“Hurry it up Crosshair!” Wrecker yelled and the other soldiers followed suit.

With one shot, Crosshair hit the med kit dead center as if anyone had any doubt. We all watched as the smoke cleared in amazement. Any other kit would have blown up deeming it’s contents inside unusable, but this one… This one remained in tack, the only thing that happened was that it flew back a few feet.

Kix ran over and picked it up, “It lives!” Kix held it in the air as a chorus of cheers grew.

“Nice shot.” I commented while the others celebrated over a small triumph.

It made me happy seeing my friends have fun over something that wasn’t war even it was in a sense going to be used for it… At least in this moment no one’s life was at risk.

“Nice med kit.” Crosshair replied, his gun now on safety as he held it at his side.

I couldn’t help the small smile on my face nor did I hide it as I looked up at the tall soldier. I was surprised to find him already looking at me and I felt stuck under his amber gaze. Butterflies filled my stomach while I looked closer at all the small perfect imperfections on his face. I think this is the first nice moment between us… Should I ask for more? I really want to.

“Cross…” I said softly, “Do you maybe want to-”

“She’s a doll, isn’t that right sweetheart!” Jesse suddenly walked up beside me kissing my cheek as he spun to go talk to Rex.

Rex gave me a thumbs up as he called out, “You did great little genius.”

I laughed my cheeks turning red at the sudden display of affection from the goofballs I call my friends.

Crosshair glared and crossed his arms as he watched that display between her and his brother, “I get it now.”

I turned to him at his sudden choice of words, “Get what? I don’t understand?” I questioned, looking at him. My brows furrowed at the sudden rigidness in his stance, more so than usual.

He pointed a finger at me with a hard glare, “I know exactly why you are doing this. Not for us, not to keep us safe like how you said, but for your twisted desires of being praised. You just want all of the clones attention. I bet you get high off it. Well you won’t get it from me.” He said before leaving.

I felt my world turn sour as the door shut behind him, my shoulders slumping in defeat. Clare noticed this and quickly made her way over.

“What is it?” She asked, “Did something happen?”

I looked at her while trying my hardest to keep my bottom lip from trembling, “He hates me.”

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Out of Our Element

A Commander Wolffe x Twi'lek OC: Zeeta One Shot

part of the Captain's Log timeline of stories

Summary: Strangers at the Syndulla's have caught the eye of Ryloth most infamous crimson vixen, Zeeta. One brooding, mysterious clone stranger in particular looks like he could use some special attention and she can't wait to figure him out. Our lovely Wolffe (and Gregor who will get his own one of these) has put up with Mari and Rex's x-rated antics on their ship for long enough now. Why not give him some of his own? And boy do I have quite the woman for him 😏

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Twi'lek OC: Zeeta Word Count: 9.6k Rating: Explicit (18+ only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT) Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT, P in V sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, rough sex, breath play, dom/sub dynamics & switching, Mature Themes, Language, References to Captain's Log Ch 13, most importantly just shamless slutty smut for our favorite commander

[Captain's Log Chapter 13] [Twi'lek OC: Zeeta Face Card] [Crossposted on ao3]

The muggy haze hung in the stuffy air of the Syndulla’s meeting cavern. Smoke from burning incense and the swell of warm bodies crowding together made beads of sweat pool up on Zeeta's ruby skin. The heavy pounding of kick drums and steel pans echoing around the stone walls filled her head, and her long, blue-freckled lekku carried the thrum of the rhythm through her body. She let the music move her, following her fellow Twi’lek dancers as they headed toward the center of the cave to start their performance for their guests.

Despite all they had suffered at the Empire’s hand, the ancient Twi’lek custom of a large feast and a show for Ryloth’s visitors was something the evil galactic regime could never take from them.

Although, Zeeta had not expected this group of visitors to be so enticing; a beautiful brunette human woman and three ruggedly handsome clones, like the ones she’d come to know very well in the past two years they had occupied her home planet.

The woman stood almost possessively close to the assumed leader of the group, a clone with scuffed, blue-painted plastoid and blonde hair. Their hold on each other led Zeeta to believe that the two had likely been together for some time, so she twisted to follow the choreography and to get a better look at the other two clones that accompanied them.

The first was a slightly wider clone, with massive squared-off shoulders, rounded thighs, and the typical dark hair slicked back on top. He wore a toothy grin, clearly happy to be surrounded by such a culturally rich gathering. The second was as wide and built as the first, but slightly taller and with a deep scar over a silver cybernetic right eye. This clone was definitely less enthused than the other two, his face set in an almost menacing scowl that would intimidate most.

Zeeta knew that she wasn’t like most women, and this clone had her name written all over him. He was edgy, moody, and maybe a little angry if she was reading him right. She was willing to bet he was the kind of intense, brooding man she craved. She could challenge him, endlessly tease him until that scowl broke and he was blubbering her name as he begged for more of her. Oh yes, he was the one she wanted to get to know better tonight.

She watched the four of them converse with the Twi’lek leader, Cham Syndulla, and Captain Howzer, the clone captain assigned to Ryloth. Suddenly, the music and dancing stopped, as Syndulla stood up to address the room.

“My people! Tonight we welcome our new guests. They have come to help us retake our planet with their brothers. With their assistance, Ryloth will be free once again!”

The crowd erupted into cheers for a moment before the drums started up again and the dancing resumed, and Zeeta let her body writhe and twirl as the music crescendoed. Her gaze darted over to the three new visitors every so often, and her most alluring looks were targeted at the scowling clone. Every time she looked, she found her bright green eyes meeting his mismatched ones watching her dance with suggestive intrigue.

Cham’s wife, Eleni had now joined the fold, taking the brunette woman by the hand and guiding her over to join the group of her handmaidens. If there was ever going to be an opportunity for Zeeta to get to know the brooding clone she’d taken a liking to, this was it.

Zeeta quickly separated herself from the dancing troupe in the center of the room and made her way to the group of handmaidens talking excitedly to the new female guest. She could see that the woman was even more striking up close: dark brows highlighting sparkling brown eyes, her face dotted with freckles on her glowing tan skin, and perfectly plush, pink lips in a pleasant smile. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say the woman had the kind of glow one only has when they are carrying life, but she knew better than to ask that of a stranger.

“Ladies, this is Mari. She is our guest. Make her feel welcome and allow her any of the refreshments she requires.” Eleni nodded graciously and made her way to her husband's side, taking her daughter’s hand and heading off to put her to bed.

“Welcome, Mari. You certainly are a lucky woman getting to travel all around the galaxy with such handsome companions,” Zeeta noted, again glancing over at the man who had piqued her interest and finding him staring right back with increasing intrigue. She could already tell he had noticed her flirting from afar. All she had to do now was seal the deal.

The other women in the group giggled their agreement and whispered amongst themselves about which of the three men suited their tastes. Mari laughed appreciatively and smirked as she looked over at them, “I am quite lucky. They’re wonderful men. You can’t go wrong with a clone, ladies. Trust me, my blondie over there is the best man I’ve ever known.”

Zeeta smiled to herself knowing that her instincts were right about the couple and laughing at how casually possessive Mari was over her lover. It was impressive. “What about the other two?” she posited, “because that brooding one over there has been staring at me since he walked in here.”

Mari urged them to move closer to her to keep them concealed from the clones’ prying eyes and shrugged matter of factly, “Well, if you really want to know… the two of them haven’t… been with anyone in quite some time, and I promised them I’d help them out tonight. Are any of you down for some fun?”

“Only if you tell us what they’re like,” Zeeta bargained, folding her arms and looking over her shoulder at her target who had clearly been eyeing her backside.

“The one who has been drooling over you is Commander Wolffe. He’s as intense and rough around the edges as he seems. Though, he’s got a soft side to him. A girl like you might be able to give him the run for his credits he needs. He likes a challenge for sure. As long as you’re down for a little bit of anything,” Mari explained, wiggling her brows as if to suggest he was into things that were not for the faint of heart. As she continued explaining the intimate details about the other clone, Gregor, Zeeta drifted into her fantasy.

The more she heard about Wolffe, the stronger the need in Zeeta’s core grew. Those strong clone hands on her body, the strength of his muscular thighs caging her in, the gruff of his voice calling her whatever filthy names he’d like. Stars, she would let him do anything he wanted, and she’d give all the attitude in the world right back to him. She wanted to be the one who took care of the hulking Commander Wolffe tonight and, by the looks he was giving her now, he wanted her, too.

“I can introduce you all if you’d like. The boys will be so happy to have some company tonight. They deserve it,” Mari offered with a genuinely thankful smile, looking around at two other Twi’lek women, Noola and Ryloo, who were clearly interested in something salacious with Gregor.

“Please,” Zeeta agreed eagerly, following Mari and the other two women as they made their way over to the altar Cham was sitting on. The two clones were both devouring their second bowls of nerf stew as the group of women approached.

Mari waved her hands at her companions, “Boys, this is Noola, Ryloo, and Zeeta. Ladies, this is Wolffe and Gregor. You won’t find better men to keep you company. You can take my word for it.” She turned and winked at her blonde boyfriend suggestively.

Zeeta barely waited for the words to come out of Mari’s mouth before she sauntered over to the illusive Commander Wolffe. She slipped to within his arm’s length and stared down at him. He had such a handsome face, his jawline covered in black stubble, a broad nose, and a furrowed brow outlining the dark, provocative glare he’d been using on her earlier.

“Hello, Commander,” she began, drawing out her vowels in a deep drawl thick with lust. She ran her fingers along his shoulder pauldron and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “We’ll see just who’s in charge later, won’t we?”

Zeeta tucked her dark lower lip between her teeth and pulled back to meet that scowl again only to be met with a devilishly charming smile. His hand shot out to grab her by the waist and he pulled her down onto his thigh.

“Oh, you’re a bad girl,” Wolffe growled playfully as Zeeta began gently writhing in his lap. His hand settled at the exposed small of her back to guide her ministrations.

She hummed and let out a throaty, bewitching laugh, leaning down to lightly trace the shell of Wolffe’s ear with her tongue. “I am whatever you want me to be, and right now I am awaiting your orders, Commander.”

Wolffe grumbled his delighted approval from deep within his broad, barrel chest, and Zeeta could feel his heart pick up its thrumming pace under her delicate, scarlet hands.

“You want me in charge, darling? You sure about that?” His hand slid around her waist, stroking the black lace adorning her exposed crimson skin. “Because I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

Zeeta smiled teasingly and wrapped her hands around his on her waist. “I’m not looking for gentle. I’m begging for a challenge,” she shot back, slowly starting to dig her nails into his grip on her. “Unless you don’t think you can handle me?”

“Oh, cyar’ika,” he laughed, reaching up to rest his hand on her neck to pull her close and hold her gaze, “girls like you are my specialty.”

The lust darkening his brown eye was all Zeeta needed to know he meant business and it took everything in her not to ask him to tighten his grip on her neck. A few breathless moments passed as they studied each other, and Wolffe’s jaw worked in frustration as she made him wait for her answer.

Zeeta blinked her long lashes at him as she held her own against his captivating intimidation tactics. It was all a game of tooka and womp rat. A meeker woman would have already given in and submitted to him. Not Zeeta. She was determined to make him antsy, to make him want it so badly that he let this dominant facade go and allowed her to take from him as she pleased. Mustering up every ounce of restraint she had, she let her playful demeanor evolve into something darker and needier. The blazing fire of seduction lit her bright, green eyes and she let a sly smirk spread along her dark lips.

She leaned in close, dragging her touch down his strong jaw and hovering her lips inches from his. “Prove it,” she muttered, both her lekku trembling against her back to portray the excitement coursing through her. She slowly sat back, watching the formidable man shake off his need for the kiss dangling tensely between them. She’d cracked him so easily, his entire body eagerly lunging toward her for more.

“I’ve… uhm… got a guest room, I think. Take me there?” he asked, blinking away the haze of rampant lust still clouding his judgment and making him woozy with desire.

She backed off him and stood up on her feet, watching the man in front of her get taller and taller as he rose to follow her. He was truly a massive man, even amongst clones, and he towered over Zeeta.

She rested her hand on his jaw and laughed, “Just as I thought… desperate boy.”

Wolffe beamed at her in response, bearing his teeth in a saccharin smirk. Both his hands ran down her sides, pulling her closer as he caged her into his chest.

“Ah–you better watch that mouth or you’ll regret it.” He arched his scarred brow at her and motioned for the exit.

“No, I’ll enjoy it,” she teased, letting her fingers trace down his neck, across his shoulder, and down the bulging bicep muscles in his arms until she laced them with hers. He shuddered briefly, holding her hand and patting her on the hip to urge her to move along. “C’mon, your quarters are this way.” she finally relented, dragging him by the hand into the dimly lit corridor they originally entered from.

As the festivities continued loudly behind them, Zeeta navigated down the shadowy halls of the cavernous palace. Just as they turned the corner toward the dwellings, she was pulled backward and pushed up against the wall roughly. The air rushed from her lungs as Wolffe crowded her and stared down at her like a man starved, his chest rising and falling as he huffed. Before she could say another word, he crashed his lips into hers.

Desperately horny and with unrelenting power, he practically consumed her, pressing her hands against the wall when she tried to hold on to him. Her eyes rolled back in her head at him overpowering her so easily, and he broke the mind-numbing kiss with a laugh.

“Can’t just watch all of you bounce in front of me like that. Need a taste of you first. You’re fucking… gorgeous,” he rambled through each broken kiss, spit-slick tongues brushing together each time he went back for more. “Not so much of a tease when no one can see you, hmm?”

“Don’t… count… on that…” she gasped back between kisses, slipping her face to the side, forcing him to miss her mouth. “I’m not going to make it easy for you, Commander.” She could sense his heart rate escalating, his determination to prove himself to her getting him going faster than he was used to. He bit down on his lower lip and groaned impatiently, his eyes narrowing as he calculated what to do next to up the ante.

Slowly, he eased his wandering hands up to cup her cheek, and chuckled softly, “Zeeta. Not a common name for a Twi’lek.” His brown and cybernetic eyes flitted around her face, studying her blue freckles, her enthralled expression, and her electric eyes. He smiled to himself. It was subtle and most would probably miss it entirely, but it was there. “But red skin and green eyes… you’re rare in a lot of ways, aren’t you? It suits you.”

Zeeta blinked back at him in surprise. He knew a lot more than she thought he would. He wasn’t just some back alley hook-up kind of guy–he had depth and intelligence. He was observant, taking in her every last detail and committing it to memory. However, from his grumpy demeanor down to his cybernetic eye, he wasn’t just some ordinary clone either. Maybe that was why she was so drawn to him in the first place.

She opened her mouth to speak again, but Wolffe had finally found a way to knock her off guard and took his chance to strike. He buried his face in the juncture where her jaw met her neck and laved hot passes of his tongue along the corded vein of her pulse.

“W-Wolffe.” Zeeta could say nothing else in response as a breathy moan escaped her deep brown lips.

“Commander,” he corrected, releasing the tension he’d suckled onto her skin with a pop. “I like hearing you call me that. Makes it seem like I have power over you.”

“Only seems that way if I allow it… mmmm,” she tried to scold him, but her outburst earned her a pleasant nip to her collar bone and it made her eyes hood closed. Blood pounded through her veins and overwhelmed her to the tips of her twin head tails as he worked dark hickies onto her skin.

“I think if it feels this good, I might be able to sway you into behaving for me.” Wolffe pulled back slightly to watch himself draw the pads of his fingers along the lacy bra caging her breasts in. “Want to see what you’ve got under this.”

Zeeta inhaled deeply, making him giddy as her breast filled his palm obscenely. “Room’s… first door on the right… if you’ll let me move–”

“Thank you,” he replied, suddenly scooping her off her feet and wrapping her legs around his waist. “If I had to watch you walk another step, I’d take you right here in this hallway,” he practically purred in her ear. He pulled her body close to his chest with one arm, her lekku swaying in the air as he spun around to take off down the hall.

“Impatient,” she giggled, looping her arms around his head to rest on his shoulders. Zeeta rolled her hips against his lower torso, her center grazing him just enough to create the friction she needed to spur them both on. With both his large hands kneading either side of her ass, he lifted her off him and she groaned in frustration.

“Don’t think I’m the only impatient one, darling,” he teased with a scolding lilt to his tone. He shifted her weight into one of his arms, using the other to shove open the door to his room hurriedly. He rushed inside, kicking the door closed behind them and setting her back down on her feet. Slowly, he glanced around the room, taking in his new surroundings and ensuring there weren’t any other doors he needed to lock before they carried on.

Zeeta cocked her head at him curiously. “What? You’ve never been in your own room before?” She folded her arms and bumped him teasingly with her shoulder.

He ran his hand nervously along the back of his neck and shrugged. “Uh, no I haven’t. Not really. Not this nice anyway. Even the private quarters in our barracks were still uh… you know military barracks. Not exactly ideal for having company.”

“But that never stopped you, I’m sure, Commander,” she smiled, resting her hand on his bicep and stepping close to him again.

He shook off whatever memory he was processing and turned toward her, placing his hands on her hips to steady himself. “No, it didn’t. This is just a lot nicer and we won’t have to worry about getting interrupted. Which means my opportunities to try things are limitless. Does that scare you?” The same dark, carnal glare he’d given her all night reappeared on his handsome face.

“Of course not. I’m down for anything,” Zeeta flirted back, reaching up to hold his cheek as she leaned in to kiss him again. With her lips hovering above his, she muttered softly, “Though from what Mari tells me, we should probably establish some ground rules.”

Wolffe rolled his eyes and worked his jaw in annoyance, “That girl… nosy little thing could learn a thing or two about establishing boundaries,” he chuckled, letting one hand travel up Zeeta’s back and lazily stroking her left lekku affectionately. She shivered at the delicate touch from such a severe man and leaned into him for more. “She is right, though. Need to go over safe words and whatnot. Think you know all about that.”

Zeeta hummed affirmatively, starting to get lost in his touch on such a sensitive part of her. If he was someone she knew a little better, she’d probably enjoy laying around with him and letting him be so domestic and caring like this. That wasn’t what either of them was here to do, though, so she’d have to put how much she was enjoying this tender moment aside and listen to him for now. “Uhm… yeah. Y-yes, right. Rules and safe words.”

“The color system. Does that work for you? Green means we’re in the clear. Yellow, slow down, and red, a hard stop?” he asked, his warm palm shifting to massage the back of her neck in an attempt to continue softening her. He pressed impossibly closer, his thighs brushing up against hers as he guided them both toward the large bed in the center of the room.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Non-verbal stop… I tap you anywhere three times, got it?” She let her hands graze down the front of his sprawling chest. He somehow felt even bigger now that she was this close to having him the way she wanted to. He grumbled deep in his chest, holding her in place as he leaned in to rest his forehead on hers.

“Affirmative. Anything you don’t like that I should know about?” He tenderly kissed her forehead, his adept fingers softly stroking where her left tendril met her neck. His lips grazed her temple and kissed down her jawline, showing an impressive level of restraint for a man who had nearly stripped her in the hallway moments ago.

Zeeta let herself melt into his kisses and laughed affectionately, grabbing at the black duraweave material of his shirt. “Don’t touch my asshole. That’s for men who take me on dates first.”

Wolffe snorted, nipping at her neck and soothing it with his warm tongue. “Fine,” he agreed, running his hand underneath the silky black strap of her bra and slipping it off her shoulder. “But I will have you there, too… some other time. After you agree to let me take you out, of course.” His touch followed where the strap fell, peeling one side of the lace top off her breast and gazing down at it.

Zeeta bit her bottom lip to hold back her shaky whimpers. His warm mouth on her neck and his touches traveling wherever he damn well pleased were putting her on edge. “What makes you think I’d agree to that?” she teased, but he interrupted by kneading her breast firmly, a satisfied smirk curling his lips at the corners as she let out a gasp.

“Come on now… don’t pretend you don’t like me, cyar’ika.” He nipped her collarbone briefly, his kisses roaming down her chest as he worked the other side of her bra off her shoulder. With two fingers he gently tugged at her nipple, pebbling it to hardness and waiting until she made any sound in response before stopping.

She watched him enjoy her body while she ran her hands up the nape of his neck and tugged at his dark curls defiantly. Zeeta grinned in delight now that he was preoccupied with her chest and muttered, “Please. I barely know you, Wolffe.” At that, he grunted and snapped the delicate lace along her back in half, the bra falling to their feet.

“You get naked for every guy you barely know? Or just the ones you like?” he challenged, stepping back to stare at her and running his tongue along his lower lip to signal his illicit satisfaction. He exhaled and let out a low whistle. “Fuck… look at you…”

Zeeta stepped up to him and tugged at the hem of his top, urging him to take it off. “Not just guys, Commander,” she muttered seductively “A girl’s got needs, and I’ll satisfy them whether I like someone or not. Now take this off. I can’t be the only one half-clothed, handsome.”

His brows raised in surprise as he pulled his top over his head and let it puddle on the floor beside Zeeta’s. To say he was in impeccable shape would be an understatement. His bronze skin rippled over pronounced pectoral muscles, with shoulders and arms to frame them that were just as gloriously toned and flexing with his every inhale. His lower abs were strong and thick with both his sides carving down into where his hips dipped into his bottoms, but his belly was just soft enough to look lived in, comfortable and healthy. Zeeta would spend all night leaving her mark on every inch of him if she could.

Silvery, faded scars dotted numerous places on his torso making Zeeta ache to think he’d been put in harm’s way this often. A man this jaw-droppingly handsome should be spending all his days between her thighs, not getting his pretty face blasted to smithereens.

“You are quite something, Commander.” She inched closer, tracing down his lower abs to loop her fingers in his waistband. “I could have a lot of fun with all of you.”

“So ask for permission and we will,” Wolffe said, reaching for her waist and dipping down to guide her hand down his bottoms a bit further. Zeeta grinned up at him slyly and spun them both around, pushing him down onto the bed behind him with as much of her strength as she could muster.

“I don’t need your permission,” she laughed tortuously as his eyes went wide, watching as Zeeta slowly hovered down between his legs. “You need mine, baby.”

Wolffe propped himself up on his elbows and watched through hooded eyelids as she settled herself between his thick thighs. He didn’t have it in him to fight her right this second, not with her so close to where he’d needed her all night. “We’ll see, darling. Remember how impatient I am...” he trailed off, groaning softly as she slipped a hand past his waistband to palm him over his underwear. “Fuck.”

“So mouthy… what am I going to do about that?” Zeeta cooed, palming him agonizingly slowly and watching his chest heaving in an attempt to keep his composure. He looked so sexy all worked up and Zeeta had to keep herself from drooling whenever their eyes met. She was supposed to be the one in control here, she had to focus.

With her other hand, she tugged on his bottoms and slid them down his thighs enough to get them out of her way. Both her lekku trembled with excitement as she leaned forward to press kisses into the soft hair and skin just below his navel.

“I know what I want you to do with yours,” Wolffe said gruffly with a wicked grin, rolling his hips up into her hand.

Zeeta could feel the ache of him against her palm, every thick vein throbbing with need. He was just as big as she expected and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t eager to see it.

“I don’t hear you asking me very nicely,” she teased, sucking a deep mark on his v-line.

He hissed in response, punching his fist into the mattress below him. Relenting and relaxing back onto his right arm, he let his other hand trace her cheekbone. “Suck my cock…” The pads of his fingers caressed her face, slipping underneath her chin to tip her face up to meet his lust-laden gaze. He rolled his eyes and mumbled softly, “Please?”

“That’s a good boy. Now you’ve earned it.” Keeping her eyes locked with his, she hooked her fingers into his waistband and slipped his briefs down. His thick cock sprung free, slapping up against Zeeta’s cheek. She dropped her jaw in awe and smiled excitedly. “You have the right to be a little arrogant, walking around with this.”

He laughed, curling his hand around the side of her neck and guiding her face toward him. Wolffe held her gingerly, doing his best not to push her. “So show me what you can do, gorgeous.”

Zeeta pressed him down onto his back and helped him slide his briefs the rest of the way off. She brought her fingers to her mouth and twirled her wet tongue between them, her dark lips curling into a teasing smirk as she watched him squirm, and snaked her fingers around the base of him, lazily stroking him with the same rhythm as before as she settled herself between his thighs.

“You’re so wound up, huh? No one’s touched this pretty cock in a while. I’m so lucky I can make it all mine,” she said softly, carefully bringing his tip to her lips. She kissed it, letting her tongue dart out to flick a bead of precum from his slit.

“Cyar’ika… fuck–please…please do,” Wolffe panted, scowling down at her as his brows furrowed together in focus. He practically whimpered as she flattened her tongue, pressing his tip on the width of it and glancing up at him feigning innocence. Wolffe grumbled his enthusiastic approval, probably relishing in the sight of her like this before him. “Hmph–don’t tempt me or I’ll stuff that bold little mouth full of me.”

Zeeta arched her brow defiantly, slapping him on her tongue twice before suckling another wet kiss around the sensitive tip and taking him in her hot mouth. He sighed, his jaw dropping and his dominant ire melting away as she bobbed her head gently, swallowing more of him each time. Veins throbbed against her lips as all the blood in his body seemed to swell at his center. She closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the pounding sensation of him on her tongue and his desperate grip on her right head tail.

She hollowed her cheeks, increasing the tension pulling on him as her plush lips glided along his shaft. Her hands jerked and twisted the rest of him and she hummed around him to signify how much she was enjoying this. Every so often, her bright green eyes flicked up to meet his, watching her hungrily as his pleasure increased and his muscles flexed as he relaxed into it.

“Filthy fucking girl,” he swore as she swallowed, her throat contracting around him making him outright moan. “You love that cock, don’t you?” he asked, stroking up the back of her neck and trying anything to keep up the battle for control. He certainly knew where to touch her and how to make her brain go fuzzy.

The heat licking in her core flared up with every press of his fingers into her working muscles. She couldn’t help but give in a little and nod her confirmation as she popped off him.

Saliva trailed from her lower lip to the rim of his tip, leaking down his shaft and coating her fingers obscenely. It was sloppy, explicit, and sexy and Zeeta was sure the wave of desire for him now clouding her thoughts was making her drawn-out worship of his cock even slower. She slipped her tongue over her swollen lips, tasting the remnants of him.

“I could spend all night swallowing you down until you fill my throat, but now I’m impatient, Commander. I need more.”

Zeeta sat up on her haunches, admiring the astonishing width of his perfectly toned torso and walking herself up to his face. He watched her crawl up to him, stealing a glance at where the globes of her breasts dangled over his chest. She giggled, straddling his center with her own and allowing him to feel her drenched heat through the thin material.

Wolffe groaned at the contact, his hands flying up to grip the plush of her upper thighs. He maneuvered her against his cock, the dragging friction of her still-clothed center intoxicating him. “Then you won’t be needing these.”

Before she could slow the bucking of her hips, his large hand smacked against the round of her right asscheek and he laughed depravedly as she gasped. He smoothed his hands down the curve of her lower back, slipping her tight bottoms down her legs, panties and all. “If this little pussy’s as good as that mouth… fuck I’m going to pound you. Not used to a sexy little brat ordering me around.”

She shuddered in delight at his words. She was used to taking charge and getting what she wanted, and she was absolutely going to with Wolffe. Yet, something about that deep grit in his tone made Zeeta want to spiral out of control. He was such a cool bastard, so demanding and powerful, exactly how she always felt she was. But for some reason, with him, she felt just as safe letting him be that way for a change, too. He’d have to earn that, of course, because Zeeta would never have sexual relations with anyone without the thrill of ever-shifting power dynamics, but she was starting to consider what it would be like to let him have the reins.

“I thought you knew how important it was to follow orders, Commander,” she replied, resting her palms on his chest and dipping forward to kiss him tenderly. He hummed softly, trying to come up with a response when Zeeta slid her fingers around his neck. “Color?” she reminded in a whisper, stroking his cheekbone with one hand before allowing the other to close any tighter.

“Green, darling,” he winked, bumping her nose affectionately with his to egg her on. His hands roamed down her sides gingerly, making her shudder now that nothing stood between his touch and her crimson skin. ‘But getting more urgent. You’re killing me…” Wolffe smirked, his complaints making her chuckle.

She tightened her grip on his neck, erotically pressing the pads of her fingers against his pulse points. “Good. The less you listen to me, the longer I’ll drag this out.” Zeeta finished her scolding with a quiet moan, rubbing up against his cock with her slick folds. Her clit throbbed with need as she denied herself, too, trying desperately to ignore the tightening knot of desire in her lower belly. “Bet everyone thinks of you as such a tough man, hmm? Always in charge, doing as you please…” she giggled cruelly just beside his ear.

He shifted to reach for her hip, but she grabbed his arm and pinned it beside his head. “And usually…” his voice strained as he gulped under Zeeta’s grip, “always getting what I want.” Wolffe challenged her, tipping up to kiss her again and whining when she moved out of his reach.

She sat up, her grip on his neck holding him still beneath her, and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, Wolffe, you will.” Zeeta turned to watch herself line up her entrance with his tip and then back to face him, maintaining the tantalizing eye contact that had drawn them to each other in the first place. “But not before I get what I want first.” She jerked her hips forward, sinking halfway down onto his cock and eliciting a garbled grunt from Wolffe as her walls suffocated him.

Zeeta’s jaw dropped open and a filthy moan escaped her lips as he split her open. She tested a few shallow bounces on him, letting him sink deeper and deeper within her heat each time. Her chest heaved and her tits bounced, making Wolffe’s mismatched eyes roll back in delight.

“Take… whatever–whatever you want,” Wolffe muttered through gritted teeth as his face hardened to show his restraint. It had been a while for him, she could tell by how viscerally his body was reacting to being touched. It was taking every ounce of strength and discipline within him to stave off the inevitable, which meant he was capable of withstanding her ruthless teasing. He just had to try.

She whimpered in delight, bearing her pointed teeth as she smiled through the mixture of pleasure and pain. “That’s more like it, Commander. I like it when you comply. Such a good boy, for me,” she cooed salaciously, shifting her grip on his neck to instead hold his jaw. Wolffe’s cock twitched inside her and she hummed in surprise. “You like that, huh baby? When I tell you how good you are? How much I love what your big, pretty cock does to me? Tell me…”

“Fuck… yeah I love it. ‘S so hot, Zeeta. Love how much you enjoy me,” Wolffe replied, grinding his hips with hers as she sunk down onto him again. “Ride me fucking harder when you fuck me. I need it… harder.”

The heat from his mismatched gaze swirled hotter in her belly, so she picked up the pace, lifting and slamming down on him faster. She released his arm from where she’d pinned it on the bed and both his hands quickly found their place on the thick of her round hips. She rose and fell on top of his cock as fast as she could, her hips grinding into his and the lewd slapping sound of skin against skin filled the room.

Zeeta’s heart hammered in her chest as she reveled in the drag of him inside her. He was thick, spreading her swollen walls apart and spearing into her deeper with every thrust. “Gods, Wolffe you’re so good. So good for me,” she huffed between gasps for air, exerting all her energy to bring him closer to his climax.

She brought both her palms to rest on the width of his broad chest again and smiled in satisfaction as she felt his heart pounding beneath them. She could tell he wanted to speak and was probably used to being a lot more chatty when he was in control. Instead, he bit down on his lower lip to hold his tongue and quiet his grunts of ecstasy.

He watched in silent awe as her body bounced on top of him, alternating between gripping her plush hips to help her ride him and massaging her breasts to make her erupt in goosebumps.

Wolffe’s quiet confidence and intimidating glare were maddeningly attractive to Zeeta. As much as she wanted to maintain her dominance over him, the coiling pressure he was coaxing tighter with each heavy stroke had her teetering far too close to finishing for her liking.

She couldn’t help but feel that this was what he wanted—to give her the illusion of control while he got to reap all the benefits of watching her work herself into a frenzy over him. He was quite the mindfuck, even for someone like her, and was so much more than he seemed.

Suddenly, Wolffe’s large hand spanked her right cheek and gripped hard, shifting her further down on top of him. The delightful sting on her ass made her whine and she dug her nails into his chest.

“Fuck me like you mean it, darling,” he growled lowly, twisting his hips to grind into her. Zeeta lost her rhythm as his tip speared into the deepest part of her walls, her jaw dropping and his name spilling out. “And if you can’t anymore, I’ll gladly take your role. Though, you do it so beautifully.”

Zeeta scowled down at him, her determination and unbreakable will giving her new strength. “We go until I finish, Commander. You can’t sweet talk your way out of this,” she chuckled devilishly. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” She slowly gyrated her hips, relaxing the pace and tightening her walls around him torturously.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, continuing to guide her hips. Any other remarks he had queued up melted away as she contracted around him, and he threw his head back into the pillows beneath him, the corded muscles in his neck and shoulders begging to be nibbled.

His hands on her ass pulled her down onto him further, holding her in place as he thrust up into her brutally. He was losing all patience and restraint as his orgasm drew nearer, and his grip tightened on her skin, which would probably leave dots of purple bruises all over her backside.

Zeeta could feel every ounce of strength he possessed just begging to be unleashed, and his resolve only increased the more she tortured him. She could only hold on a little longer before the drag of him inside her would pull her under the wave building in her belly.

Before she could lift her hips again, Wolffe slid his hand up the curve of her sides, circling his grip around her throat. He smirked up at her, knowing what this would do to her. He knew how much she enjoyed it all along; he was waiting for the right moment to spring it on her. “Cum, cyar’ika. I can feel how much you want to. Let go for me. Give up. Let me take over.”

Zeeta felt the heated tension boil over inside her, as the pads of his fingers pressed into her pulse just enough to make her head spin delightfully. She dug her nails into his chest, her entire body flexing as she let him crash into her spot one final time.

The lick of fire in her gut exploded into stardust, overheating her from the inside out and making the beads of sweat on her skin tingle as it soothed the sizzle within. He won, bested her without even breaking a sweat. No one had ever done that before. No one ever made her cum first.

Her jaw slackened as she called out his name in a high-pitched whimper. She couldn’t take her eyes off the way he looked at her, ravishing her body with that same passionate gaze. Finally, she relinquished her control and let him take her.

With his grip on her throat grounding her, he buried himself to the hilt and sat up to press his forehead to hers. For just a moment, he let her swim in the dangerously dark lust others were too intimidated to ever experience.

“Love it when you look at me like that. You’re fucking fearless,” he growled, his lips just inches from hers, “and such a good girl, too. Feels so good when you take it so rough huh?” He tipped forward to kiss her tenderly, holding her tight to his lap and biting her lower lip playfully.

Zeeta moaned into the kiss, resting her hands on his jaw and letting him consume her. As the explosion of tingles slowly eased through her last nerve, she felt the spark between her thighs ignite once again.

He watched her move now just like he watched her dancing before—as if fucking was an art form and she was his muse. His dark gaze was glued to where their bodies meshed as he watched her desperately rut against him.

“M-more, Wolffe. More. Please. Please, more,” Zeeta rasped with every exhale. The rush of feeling him all around and inside her was irresistible and addictive.

Wolffe laughed almost cruelly, running his thumb along the underside of her jaw. “Ok, darling. I’ll give you more. I’ll give you everything you could ever want. But we do it my way this time and like I said before, I will not be gentle.” He let go of her throat and held her face in both hands. “Color?”

Through the post-pleasure haze still clouding her head, she flashed Wolffe that same searing, sexy grin and batted her dark lashes at him. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she relished in the anticipation.

“Green,” she uttered with a shaky exhale.

The wicked grin across Wolffe’s handsome face made all the muscles in Zeeta’s core clench with want. He tipped her forward to kiss him slowly, far more tenderly than what she knew would be coming next.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he pulled away, stroking her cheekbone with the back of his knuckle.

In a second, he slipped out of her, rolled her over, and instructed her onto all fours while he rose to his feet against the side of the bed. The wall of hulking muscle that was Commander Wolffe now stood behind her, his large hands stroking down either side of her and massaging circles along the tense muscles of her back. Lower and lower the touches went, making Zeeta keen for more of this unexpectedly gentle side of him.

Suddenly, his hands gripped the plush of her hips roughly, positioning her center higher into the air and opening her folds up right in front of him. A deep laugh rumbled through his chest as he ran a thumb through the glistening wetness already coating her from before. He brought his glossy digit to his mouth and savored her on his tongue for the first time with a low groan of delight.

Zeeta whined impatiently, turning to get a better view of him behind her threatening to overtake her. Both his eyes rolled back in his head, his eyelids fluttering briefly before noticing her eagerly waiting for him. She rolled her hips back into his thighs, trying to spur him on and make him resume at a faster pace.

“I thought you weren’t going to be gentle,” she teased, both her lekku slowly entwining together in enjoyment.

“Is that a challenge, pretty girl?” he groaned, his hand running over the globe of her ass before striking a well-placed slap onto it.

Zeeta squealed excitedly, the anticipation sizzling over her every goosebump as the pain swelled into pleasure across her skin. “I told you that’s what I wanted,” she retorted, completely unafraid to push her luck with him. Before she could say another word, he pulled her by the hips across the silky sheets and dragged her glistening folds over the width of his throbbing cock. His tip bumped her aching clit perfectly, the pleasure already building in Zeeta’s burning core. She emitted an illicit moan, looking back at him desperately.

“Since you’re such a little brat all of a sudden,” Wolffe scolded, sighing as he felt the pull of her warmth so close to him again, “I’m going to fuck you like one.” He jerked his hips back, notching his tip with her entrance and plowing into her so hard it made her mind blank. The most delightfully sharp pain sent sparks through her system and spots behind her eyes as he bottomed out inside her.

“Wolffe!” she screamed, her fingers digging into the sheets for purchase as she held on for dear life. It was like all the restraint inside him had dissolved. Faster and faster his hips snapped, sending his cock barrelling into her deepest spot so many times Zeeta could no longer remember any other feeling but the burning sting of pleasure.

“Commander,” he corrected, swatting her left cheek this time and leaning over to press his chest to her back. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here,” Wolffe hissed against her neck, mocking her with the same sentiment she’d used on him earlier.

The front of Wolffe’s powerful thighs slapped into the back of Zeeta’s over and over again, filling the room with the explicit slapping sounds of skin against skin. He wrapped his arm around her torso and slid his hand across her belly, feeling for where his tip bulged with his every thrust.

Zeeta could only cry out in quiet squeaks of ecstasy, feeling the heat in her body flooding to lubricate the length of him prying her open. He groaned and whispered praises along her overheated skin, his hips never slowing and his never-ending endurance keeping up the brutally erotic pace. His kisses traveled down the delicate curve of her slender neck until he bit down on her shoulder hard enough to leave teeth-mark-shaped bruises for days.

She wanted to mouth off or say anything she could to one-up him and regain control. Yet, there was nothing left of her but the resignation of her will to him. His breath on her neck, hot and heavy, matched the girth of him filling her truly full for the first time. Every time she exhaled, all the space inside her was filled with more of him.

“Harder,” she mewled, reaching back to pull at the curls at the nape of his neck. He let out a drawled groan, gripping her hip tight enough to bruise. “C'mon, Commander. Fuck me like you mean it,” she challenged using his words, teasing him exactly like he did her. He snarled in amused delight and let go of her hips, holding her up with only the strength of his core and thighs.

“You don’t know what you do to me, cyar’ika,” he hissed, lifting himself off of her and running both his hands down the length of her lekku. He had noticed they were sensitive earlier and hadn’t passed up the chance to stroke her there. She gasped at the touch, her body spasming as he gripped either of them in his hands and tugged just hard enough to be pleasurable.

“Fuck!” Zeeta moaned loud enough for all of Ryloth to hear, dropping to her elbows as her hands slid out from under her with her knees not far behind. “Fuck, right there, Commander. Don’t stop!” she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes and edging down her cheeks.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. You feel too fucking good, my dirty girl,” he laughed affectionately, his thrusts becoming deeper and more languid as he pulled her into him repeatedly. She could feel him pounding into her puffy walls, the squelching sounds of her wet core making her hotter than she could ever recall feeling. The dull ache of his cock thrummed against her collapsing walls, the most beautiful groans she’d ever heard coming from this impossibly handsome man. It was perfect. Way too perfect.

The tension in her belly coiled tighter as she caught sight of them both from the reflection of the mirror across the room. He was menacing, controlling, broad, and gorgeous, the only man she’d ever relinquished control to like this and she fucking loved it.

Wolffe followed her gaze, guiding her up to a kneeling position by both head tails. “Since you want to enjoy the show so much…”

Zeeta’s piercing green eyes were clouded with mesmerizing lust and the tension finally snapped the second they made contact with him in the reflection. She screamed, her hands searching for anything to grab onto and finding the strong sanctity of his arm circling around her waist. He bounced her on top of him, balancing her and carrying her to heights unknown. “I’m so close… so close, Commander.”

He buried his head in her neck, groaning curses and nipping along her pulse. “Me too. Little more for me, darling. Just a little more,” he egged her on, his hand sliding down to play with her clit. She turned her face, desperate to lose herself in him, to let him completely consume her. She rested her forehead against the side of his temple, peppering tiny kisses along his clenched durasteel jaw.

“Be a good boy and cum with me. Together,” she whispered, feeling herself rocketing over the edge toward her climax quickly. She wasn’t going to last much longer with Wolffe’s hips stuttering against her backside. His thrusts were becoming erratic as she begged for him so sweetly. “Cum for me, Wolffe.”

Wolffe let a deep, throaty moan rip through his broad chest and he reached for her face as delicately as he had before. With her chin pinched between his fingers, he rested his forehead on hers and locked eyes with her. “Fuck, cyar’ika.”

He traced another few circles along her clit and Zeeta finally let go. The bright tingles of her climax spread through her, her insides locking down around him as his cock twitched hard. Wolffe’s breathing was ragged, his furrowed brow focused on the ecstasy written all over her beautiful face, and it sent him over the edge.

A few shallow thrusts in and with one final snap, he buried himself as deep as he could bear and painted her insides full of his warmth. He held her to him, the strength in his bulging biceps refusing to falter even as his climax ripped through him emptying ribbon after ribbon inside her walls and the comforting, steadying warmth collecting there.

“D-don’t move, Wolffe,” Zeeta panted, stroking his cheekbone with her fingers and kissing him desperately. She smiled happily and relaxed into his arms as her body went boneless. “Feels so good to be full of you. Fuck.”

He carefully lowered her to the silk sheets beneath them, balancing his body weight on his forearm and coaxing her still-spasming body through her climax. As he hovered over her, he bit his bottom lip, admiring her curvaceous frame and leaning down to kiss parts of her he’d bruised and bitten.

He massaged her clit gently, overstimulating her just enough to make her opening quiver as he pulled out, and she finally stilled with a whimper at the loss of him. His spend followed, dripping down through her folds to pool on his bedsheets.

“Took all of me like that… so fucking hot, Zeeta,” he cooed, running soothing circles across her inner thighs.

She watched him with intrigue as her exposed chest rose and fell in front of him. The brooding man she knew before was gone and replaced by someone even more alluring. He was worshiping every inch of her, kissing wherever he could reach and not wasting a single breath without telling her how beautiful she was. It was the kind of aftercare she always craved. She reached for him silently, whining with what was left of her voice.

He understood immediately, scooping her up in his arms protectively as he rolled over beside her and pulled the sheets over them for warmth. Zeeta shivered at his featherlight touches along her blue-dappled shoulders.

“You win,” she giggled, resting her head on his shoulder and running her hands through his hair. For the first time, Zeeta realized just how exhausted he looked. His eyelids hooded as he got more and more drowsy in the afterglow of their shared climax.

“Only ‘cause you let me, gorgeous.” Wolffe smiled from ear to ear, affectionately brushing her cheek with his thumb.

“Maybe,” Zeeta relented, smiling more shyly than she ever had before, even with a partner she had laid naked beside.

There was something about him that made her giddy and nervous, and it felt so foreign, but she also realized that she had never felt safer with any other partner before either. She had let him win because she wanted him to. Her heart soared as she watched how happy and at ease he was compared to when she first met him. She liked feeling like he needed her or he’d been waiting for her. “I think I like it when you win.”

Wolffe’s eyes had fluttered closed, the groggy pull of sleep threatening to take him away from her so soon. He hummed his agreement, “I knew you would.” He slowly drifted off, his fingers drawing lazy circles along her back.

For a few quiet moments, Zeeta just watched him breathe with a tender affection for him growing in her chest. He must’ve been through unimaginable pain, given the circumstances, and she was glad she could give him a moment of respite.

It could only be a moment, though. He would probably have to move on soon because staying on any planet too long couldn’t mean anything good for him. And from the looks of him and his crew, they had a mission to carry out. She couldn’t get in their way even if she wanted to.

Zeeta sighed, knowing her time with this unbelievable man was quickly coming to an end. She slowly eased forward to trace the line of his strong jaw into her memory before placing a tender kiss on his lips. Just as she began to back away he muttered, “Stay,” and his grip on her waist tightened with desperate need.

“Please stay.” His eyes cracked open again, and a twinkle of hope shone in his one dark pupil at the gentle admission. He was much softer than he’d like to admit, just like Mari said.

She couldn’t deny this dark, mysterious clone such a beautifully simple request. Not when he looked at her with the innocence of a man who had never quite known love before but was mustering all the courage in the galaxy to ask for it anyway.

“Okay,” she whispered softly, tucking herself into the crook of his neck.

Wolffe’s arms curled around her much more delicate frame protectively as if he could keep time itself from taking something so precious away from him. His hand cupped the back of her neck and cradled her into his chest. She could feel the steady beating of his heart beneath his skin and figured if she was the only one he ever exposed his gentle heart to, she might as well safeguard it while she could.

She watched over Wolffe as sleep drifted him away, just as the galaxy would eventually, too. Zeeta knew better than to fall for a man who could never be permanent, and yet watching him before her now, she so wanted him to be. Someday, maybe—when the war with the Empire was over and its warriors, both clone and Twi’lek, were free.

She lay there with him until the sun started to rise. Slowly, she slid out of his grasp and gathered last night’s clothes off the floor, dressing while he slept peacefully for the first time in perhaps his entire life. Zeeta smoothed a delicate hand along his cheek and kissed his temple. “Take care of yourself, Commander. Find me when this journey ends, I’ll be waiting.” With a quiet spin on her heels, she padded out of the room.

When Wolffe woke a few hours later to an empty bed his heart sank, the sobering truth of the loneliness of war hitting him like a ton of bricks. It was time to move on, with only a few tattered bits of her black negligee and half-moon-shaped claw marks dug into his skin to remember the most amazing woman he’d ever been with. He left for their next mission with an unspoken promise hanging in the air, left unsaid in the dense Ryloth haze.

notes: finally got around to this lil expansion piece from CL ch. 13 as promised for my fave grumpy boy. Zeeta just kinda came to me and honestly? im obsessed with her. she's spicy, sweet, sexy...i mean just perfect companion for wolffe during this time when he's been needing it most. I hope you all love her as much as Mari. 🥺

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mulderscully · 1 year

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respect tentoo or die by my sword

it doesn't happen as much as it did when i was originally in the dw fandom, but it still does drive me insane when people reblog a gifset that involves tentoo/rose and talk negatively about them, because so many times it's just a fundamental misunderstanding of not only that scene, but of the relationship between the doctor and rose and their individual personalities and how those things intersect.

it's still so frustrating when people say "it was fucked up that he gave her a copy of himself to fix" for example, because in no way is that what happened.

tentoo is not a "copy" or any less truly the doctor than any other version, and people still thinking so confuses me, because if the doctor can change everything about themself- their entire personality, appearance, likes and dislikes, gender, sense of style, everything- and still fundamentally be the same person, what do you think makes it so that they're not just someone else? it's the memories, it's the regeneration energy. that's the essence of who the doctor is, not the body that carries it.

i can see people thinking tentoo is a clone or copy if you look at the doctor from a human perspective, but the doctor is an alien. he didn't copy himself, he split into two. there is a difference. if you cook a pizza and then cut that pizza to share, every slice is still the original pizza. (yes, i'm comparing ten to pizza) tentoo is just a regeneration that happened outside of the body. this is also why his body can handle what donna's couldn't- because he is genuinely the doctor and still has a timelord mind.

but getting back to the scene itself. if you really pay attention, you will realize that the way the doctor handles the situation is one of deeply understanding who rose is and what she needs because of what happened the first time he regenerated. it's not a woman's job to fix a man, but rose is someone who needs to feel wanted and needed by the doctor.

a lot of rose haters fault her for how she reacted when nine regenerated, but it was realistic! and that's what's so special about her. you see the man you love explode and then be completely different you're gonna lose your shit a little! and ten understands that now. he understands why she freaked out and he knows that part of it was also fear that since he changed he wouldn't want her anymore. that's why what he leads with is that tentoo needs her, because he knows she needs to know that it's not because he doesn't want her anymore or something like that.

the doctor condemns tentoo for being dangerous, but this is the same man who literally went mad and attempted to take over the universe just episodes later. i would say he was projecting, but it's just him knowing himself. he knows he needs rose to keep him from going insane, but he also knows that rose needs to know she is needed.

there is also a direct parallel between the scene in born again where he convinces her that he is still the doctor by telling her about the first time they met to when tentoo tells her he has all the same memories, and to rose asking him what the end of that sentence was. it’s the memories that make the man, and rose understands that now which is why it’s what both of the doctor’s say to get through to her.

there is also, i think, some jealousy at himself here. i mean, imagine knowing you're gonna get to spend the rest of your life with the woman you love- but you in this body will not experience it. after the dalek shoots ten and he starts to regenerate, ten and tentoo start being different people and that is the bittersweet element to their ending.

which is interesting!

ten and tentoo is a really cool example of how different our lives can turn out if we make different choices and have different opportunities afforded to us. how many different lives would we be living if we had different chances? that’s maybe not a cookie cutter happy ending for everyone, but it’s something to think about. and it IS a happy ending, as happy as it gets for the doctor. and it was a gift for rose, for him to split himself in two so he could be by her side, for her forever - even if it caused him pain in one world and happiness in the other.

it’s not abandoning her to fix a different version of himself, it’s him knowing that he is his best around her AND that he wants her to be happy, so he has to let her go - which is painful but also beautiful and almost a form of self love since he knows that he can and would make her happy if he could.

i have another post about why this ending was perfect for their relationship here, if you are interested but tdlr it’s a bendy and a bittersweet ending for them, but it’s one that makes sense and one that is not malicious or mean. it’s actually very, very selfless and powerful.

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( from @cult-of-embers )

++ Fabius Bile ++ the mental communication begins. ++My name is Aldus Trazyrae. Formerly of the Thousand Sons. I am sure you are well aware of what my brothers call the "flesh change", and how Ahriman royally fucked us by turning most of the Legion into soulless jars of dust. This, of course, did not solve the problem. ++

There was a brief pause.

++I have been researching a new way to circumvent this issue. As a man of science, I am sure you are well versed in the creation of simple augmetics, as well as...less popular crafts such as cloning. I believe that the use of a surrogate body crafted from synthetic materials may be the key to my problem.

Is this sufficiently interesting to allow your cooperation? If so, please allow me to visit you at a location and time of your choosing that we may discuss further.++

The cut is precise. No tremor, not even in the molecular range. The world has narrowed to the tiny section under the glass. The steel table a magnifying glass, the anatomical theatre the galaxy. Fabius loves these moments. The complete focus. Nothing matters but his skill. His perfection. He believes in no gods and yet in these moments he is the master of all he sees. The creator. The destroyer. The duality of every fairy tale humanity has ever told itself to explain everything greater than apes walking upright. Tissue separates. Makes itself ready for what he has chosen for it. Seen from the outside, from the darkened tiers of the theatre of operations, Fabius stands in a realm of light and warmth. Oleander, sitting on one of the high tiers in this darkness, leans forward. Observing and learning. What it is to be part of the Consortium. Fabius likes to lecture, but the real lesson is to watch him as he devotes himself to his own projects. It is a static dance when Fabius and the Chirurgeon attend to a body. Everything is perfection. As third legion as you can get. All the more surprising when Oleander sees Fabius suddenly freeze. Straightening up and staring into space. Briefly, anger is reflected in the Chief Apothecaries face. Oleander hears him hiss, "Damn …. Mutants …" Then he continues to operate as if nothing has happened. An extremely surprising statement for someone who watches every form of mutation with relentless interest. Oleander frowns. He will approach his mentor very carefully about this later. Fabius bites his lower lip. Is angry with himself for allowing himself to be rattled by so …. … to let something like that upset him. He can still feel the presence and makes a point of feeling his displeasure clearly. His mental response is every ounce as caustic as a literal response would be. "Well, since our legions have had similar problems there, and I've already done some thinking about amplifying instability with the psyker mutation, I'm sure an exchange can't hurt. Especially since, of course, I have had little access to research material in this direction over the past millennia. There is only one individual left in my legion with the curse, so I am definitely interested in acquiring more tissue samples and possible new approaches. Currently I am on Urum for the foreseeable future. I'm not known as a particularly attentive host, but of course I'm happy to make an exception for a fellow researcher." With this final thought, he tries to make a conscious point to be alone in his head again. Annoyed, he stares at his work. Getting back into the zone of meditation is not going to be easy. Not even for a god.

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freesia-writes · 10 months

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Howzer + Aurelia Ch. 16

Howzer stole our hearts when he appeared in TBB, and I wanted to write a bit of a backstory for him. It begins with his newbie days during TCW and stretches to where we last see him in TBB. Enjoy his character arc and some heartwarming romance, action, adventure, yearning, angst, and growth.

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Content/Trigger Warnings for Entire Work (individual chapters not labeled): wartime peril, injury, and death; pregnancy, birthing trauma, and infant loss; sexual assault up to kissing; relationship passion up to making out and heavy petting; sexual relationship alluded to but not described (no smut, sorry) ;)

Word Count: 1.4k

16. Suspicions

The "investigation", if it could even be called that, was a tedious affair of hearing the same story eighteen times and having to pay attention closely enough to see any discrepancies. Aurelia tried to make a game of it by speaking with an increasingly thick accent throughout the course of each interview, but the cargo bay guards were either completely oblivious or couldn't have cared less.

"Might as well have interviewed droids," Aurelia muttered, heading back to her office. She perked up, however, as she remembered the rest of her job -- following up with Syndulla's men. She could have sworn she heard him say Howzer, addressing the clone Captain he had come with, but with the helmet it was impossible to tell. He had said he was being sent to Ryloth, however, and she didn't think the clones' nicknames overlapped too terribly often... She was surprised to feel a bit of anxiety beginning to churn in her stomach. Why? It had been over two years since she had fallen for that plucky young clone only to be embarrassed and rejected. If anything, she should feel angry, or perhaps even proud... of what? Her fancy Imperial job? She chuckled dryly, muttering to herself as she trundled down the hallway toward her door.

A sudden movement in front of her interrupted her grumbling monologue and she tripped over her own feet in her startled reaction, thumping against the wall to her side and flinging her hands up in some kind of pathetic reflex that made her look more like a blurrg than any sort of competent opponent. The sound that escaped her throat was equally as embarrassing, some kind of gurgled gahhkk! that just really accentuated the whole performance.

She could have sworn she heard a quiet chuckle as the clone backed up a few steps, hands up in surrender. He had been leaning on the wall on the far side of her door and had stood straight to greet her as she drew near. But, lost in her rambling as she had been, she had been entirely oblivious of his presence, until now, as she glared up at him from her crumpled lean against the wall.

"Kriffing Hutt-spawn," she breathed, pushing herself upright and righting her crooked glasses. Her shoulder bag had slipped down to her elbow, and she shuffled it back to its place as the clone stood patiently before her. "I didn't see you there."

"I... apologize," the clone said, the same voice she'd heard so many times before, all alike in their slightly robotic tone through their helmets. "I was told you wanted to see me."

She looked him up and down, noting the teal accents on the armor -- a color she hadn't seen before -- as well as the pauldron on one shoulder. He had a quiet dignity about him, an unrushed sense of confidence... or was it cynical resignation? Hard to tell through the white shell that encapsulated him.

"Howzer?" she whispered, feeling her heart racing in her chest. She tore off her glasses, and recognition blossomed across his face.

"Aurelia?" he answered, voice quivering with emotion. He pulled off his helmet, revealing the mess of hair that had always been so comically endearing, and she was reaching for his smooth cheeks before she realized what was happening.

"I can't believe it's you!" she said, drawing close.

"I'm so sorry, for all of it. I've loved you since they day I left you. I never stopped thinking about you," he said, voice husky with emotion as he dropped his helmet to the ground.

"Prove it," she gasped, as he moved in for a kiss and she turned her face up, eyes fluttering closed.

"Ma'am?" The clone's voice shook her out of a daydream that she hadn't even realized she had entered. He was still waiting outside her door as she stood there with her hand on the wall, eyes on him but hand mindlessly roving around for the keypad for the door. She cursed herself inwardly, wondering what the kriff that was, and pushed it out of her mind to address the situation at hand.

"Sorry," she said, finding the button and smashing it to bring the door open with a whoosh. "Please, come in." She entered her office, dumping her bag in the middle of her desk and taking a seat behind it, trying to maintain the slightest shred of dignity. Howzer stood in front of her desk, hands folded behind his back.

"I just needed to ask you what you knew about the shipments to the refinery, and any issues that you've been having with pirates or anything else. We've had another cargo delivery that was stolen, and we're trying to get to the bottom of it. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Aurelia continued, feeling torn between wanting to stare at him and also not wanting to look at him at all. She was wildly distracted by the flurry of contradicting thoughts and feelings that she had no time to process.

"Go ahead," the clone said.

She went through her list, hearing about half of what he said, making notes on her datapad for later review since she was engaged in a mental wrestling match with two seemingly oppositional inclinations. If it were Howzer, the same one from Coruscant, why would that be a good thing? He represented a huge source of pain and shame for her, and it had taken a while for her to get over it but she had indeed moved on, chalking it up to youthful naivete. But then what was all this excitement she felt, accompanied with warm and fuzzy memories of sitting against the fallen tree by the pond? It didn't make any sense. She tried to stifle it all, but was unsuccessful, so as she neared the end of her questions, she decided to give in to her curiosity.

"Would you be more comfortable with your helmet off?" she asked nonchalantly. "I'm sorry, I should have invited you to remove it from the beginning. You don't have to keep it on around me."

"I'm alright, ma'am. Thank you."

That was unexpected, but she had already come this far. "Would you take it off? It helps... the investigation... to be able to see your face..." she fumbled, trying not to cringe outwardly.

"As you wish," Howzer answered, leaning his head forward to pull off his helmet. He stood straight, meeting her gaze as he tucked the helmet neatly under his arm. "Any other questions?"

"Ahh, uhh... Erm, yes," Aurelia said, reading off the last bullet point on her list before looking back up at him intently. Her heart sank with a disappointment that she hadn't anticipated as she took in this clone's face. Yes, they were all the same, but they really weren't. She had come to appreciate the unique spark of each one that had frequented 79s. She knew it had been a few years, and the clones aged more rapidly, but this one could not have been more different than the "shiny" she remembered.

He didn't have messy hair, but rather had a distinct undercut -- longer hair tousled back on the top and short and faded down the sides of his head. His face was weathered and significantly marked by a large scar on his cheek that was complimented by another small one on his chin. He had none of the bravado or enthusiasm that she had remembered, but rather was steady and dignified. And, most notably, not at all interested in her. Definitely not the same Howzer. She sighed, tuning in to the end of his answer and making a few notes on her datapad.

She finalized the report, switched off her screen, and took off her glasses, setting them to the side on her desk. Standing up from her chair, she gave a polite bow of the head, opening an inviting arm toward the door.

"Thank you for the information, Captain. We appreciate your cooperation."

He stared at her for a moment, then nodded and headed for the door. It whooshed open in front of him, and he paused, turning back to face her.

"Not sure which was worse, that interview or puking all over your floor at 79s... Ah well," he said flatly before putting his helmet on and continuing out the door. It slid shut behind him, leaving her staring at where he had just been, mouth open in dumbfounded realization.

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baggebythesea · 1 year

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Princess Glimmer and the Day of Many Choices: Save the Bat (16/?)

"DOWN WITH THE TYRANT!"

"You can't kill him!" Entrapta pleaded. "Just look at those cute little ears."

"I think you will find they are perfectly capable to kill me," Hordak rumbled, "and well within their right to do so."

"KILL HIM!" the first in line of the lynch mob shouted.

"But he's chaaaanged," Entrapta promised.

"Which will not wash away the blood from my many crimes as a warlord and invader," Hordak said with arrogant voice, "nor the pain, rage or rightul desire for retribution felt by the survivors."

"Actually, brother, I think crimes commited while brainwashed don't count," the clone who had taken the name 'Wrong Hordak' said with a little wink. "Wink."

"However dubious that defence might be, such comfort is denied me," Hordak rumbled. "I commited the atrocities I did in the name of our father-brother willingly and under no influence other than my own misguided sense of pride."

"LESS TALKING, MORE BURNING AT THE STAKE," the loudest person in the lynch mob shouted again, a little sprite girl with pink dress and transparant wings.

"SIC SEMPER TYRRANIS!" George the librarian cried.

"ENOUGH TALK! KICK HIM IN THE DICK!" the pink girl cried.

"Noooo, don't kick him in the dick," Entrapta pleaded.

"I'LL KICK HIM IN THE DICK!" the pink girl rushed forward. Hordak watched in contempt as her foot conencted with the crouch area of his power armour.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch," the girl wined. "Did you all see that? That was child abuse! Kill him!"

"Hoooordak," Entarpta wined. "Lets go home and put together an IKEA bookshelf together instead."

"No, my love," Hordak said with stoic voice. "I have to face the consequences of my action."

Entrapta watched him in confusion for a few moments.

"No, you don't," she said after a little while. "I have an hover scooter right here. We could just leave."

"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," Hordak proudly said.

"Oooooooookey...." Entrapta said. She looked uneasily at the crowd. "Well, you get on with that, and I'll just step to the side and build a tiiiiiny murder-robot real quick..."

"SILENT ENIM LEGES INTER ARMA!" Geroge cried.

"KILL HIM," the pink girl cried. "BEAT HIM WITH A STICK! FOCUS ON HOW ANGRY YOU ARE WITH THIS EVIL WARLORD AND NOT WITH THE CURRENT WAREABOUTS OF ANY OF YOUR BELONGINGS!" she helped herself to the purse of a fellow mob-member and turned her attention back to Hordak, when she suddenly became aware of three women standing in a half circle around here with arms crossed.

"Eh.... oh, I'm such a sweet innocent girl..." 'she' said with an unconvincing giggle. "Anyway, I think I should get..."

"Hello, 'Flutterina'," Glimmer said.

"Or should we say 'Double Trouble'?" Despara said.

"I'm so happy to bump into you again," Catra said.

"Oh no, I'm not Double Trouble," Double Trouble said with a big grin. "But whoever it is sounds handome. Anyway, I should get going..."

"You are not going anywhere," Despara said.

"Actually, just let her go," Glimmer sighed. "It's not Double Trouble. I suppose this must be the real Flutterina."

"What?" Catra asked.

"What?" Double Trouble asked.

"You don't think Double Trouble would be stupid enough to disguise themselves as the one person in Etheria we recognize as them, do you?" Glimmer asked.

"I suppose that WOULD be stupid," Despara hesitantly agreed.

"Yeah, you are right," Catra agreed with a grin. "Also, there's no chance they would play as unconvincing and obnoxiously as this. I suppose it must be a real child."

"Hey!" Double Trouble protested.

"Not to mention what a lame scheme it is to set up a lynch mob simply as a cheap distraction," Glimmer grinned. "Double Trouble might not be the smartest operator, but at least they're better than that."

"OK, OK," Double Trouble said and took their own guise. "Just stop. I know you're trying to be smart, but..."

"IT WAS DOUBLE TROUBLE ALL ALONG!" Despara gasped and grabbed the changelling. "I GOT THEM!"

"Nothing to see here," Glimmer said to the mob. "Just bed time for Flutterina is all..."

"I will sing a lullaby," Catra grinned, and the four of them left the scene, where the mob kept trying to work up the courage for someone to be the first to attack the aloof Hordak.

"CETERUM CENSEO HORDAK ESSE DELENDAM!" Geroge cried. "Oh, hey, Bow," he added in normal voice.

"Hi dad," Bow said. "Um... could you stop attacking Hordak, please."

"Now, now, Bow," George chided. "violently overthrowing despots by the means of angry mobs is a time honoured tradition."

"I wrote my thesis about it," Lance added.

"And juuuuuuuuust a little laser..." Entrapta muttered for herself, tinkering with a growing contraption.

"But you can't kill him!" Bow pleaded.

Part 15: https://www.tumblr.com/baggebythesea/712016363195170816/save-the-bat-it-is-next-chapter-will-be-up

#spop #hordak #entrapta #george #lance #bow #double trouble #flutterina #princess glimmer and the day of many choices #chose your own adventure

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ideahat-universe · 2 months

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TimTams

So I've been playing emulated games for a few years now. Loving it honestly. My pattern is playing a Pokemon Romhack and then a RPG that is not Pokemon.

Sometimes it's another monster tamer/collector but not always.

What it is, is constantly exciting and fun and there's no shortage of games to play. But that doesn't mean I'm not interested in adding more to the queue. One of these days I'll be able to afford the Steamdeck and when that happens I'll be playing some Monster Tamer games that Steam has on offer.

So I went shopping. I found the ones people mentioned during the Palworld toss up, Nexomon, Coromon, Monster Sanctuary.

I get to Temtem, and I see this.

What the heck happened???

I thought this game was good? A better alternative to play than Palworld which was a cheap knockoff that didn't deserve our time and attention?

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Did any of that sound familiar?

Those seem familiar too.

It almost seems like people make Monster Catcher games and if it's mildly popular it gets compared to Pokemon and is called a "Pokemon Clone" and after the hype dies down everyone goes back to playing the latest Pokemon game, they don't even bother playing any other Monster Catcher game unless some Youtuber asshole makes a video about it with the label "it's Pokemon but better!"

I made that article where I said Palworld was mask off Pokemon and I stand by it and I can stand by it because Palworld is basically everything Pokemon doesn't really want to be, but secretly was for the years the devs couldn't figure out just what should and shouldn't be canonical in the Pokemon world.

But I just want to make the PSA that you shouldn't call things the X killer. Because that basically never happens. Franchises kill themselves. They don't typically get killed by a competitor.

A competing brand does something that the standard is lacking but the leading brand is also delivering a low quality product that people are discontent with and willing to move on.

Not to get political but the Bud Light effect that conservatives wear on themselves as a badge of honor is really more about how beer sales in general have been on the decline

Don't believe me? Here's an article from 2019 that more or less says that Domestic Beer sales were starting to slip.

People still drink beer though. In doing this research I noticed a rise in Craft beers so what's really happening is that leading beer brands that were the face of cheap, shitty beer that everyone drank because it was ubiquitous were now being reconsidered and the end result was that Bud Light was already a beer that people didn't like, they just used the boycott as an excuse to stop drinking beer, drink different leading beers (and liking it more than Bud Light!), or indulging in craft or different types of alcohol altogether.

So if we circle back to the beginning where we talked about "Pokemon Killers" the reality is that Pokemon can only kill itself and it will kill itself once there are poor sales resulting from being the face of mediocrity that everyone is willing to jump ship from.

The problem being is that even with Pokemon being mediocre it's not bad enough for people to rebel from the brand.

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Look at the people in the comment section of that video. Does that look like an audience of people who are ready to stop drinking Bud Light?

I don't think so!

Really think about that trailer, no game play so it's worthless beyond telling us what the setting will be, Mega evolution will probably return but Mega Evolution is a controversial power up given that depending on the Pokemon, you could be subjecting them to an immense amount of pain just to win a fight (and competitively only a couple of Mega Evolutions really matter and you never need Mega Evolutions to win a fight in the campaign).

And lets be honest. If its just the same turn based system with very little else added on the side for flavor, you won't be getting out of this new game that you wouldn't get from a Pokemon Romhack (That includes Mega Evolutions).

Except, ya know. The Romhack is free. If you're a poke-maniac you own physical copies of gen 1-5 so you have the legal right to dump your game and patch it however you like.

You can do that or maybe even buy Palworld, or Nexomon, or Digimon, or TemT- Wait. Maybe not TemTem.

I mean that Magnakamen video does a decent job at explaining why a poke-maniac will never abandon Bud Light, but how about me?

What do I think?

Well, I don't play MMOs and given that this game came out as an MMO at around 2020 is ridiculous, because by 2020 it was already evident that MMO is a reaper genre. Most games in that genre die, forever.

Hey, you came up with a really cool idea for a Four Swords style game. You made it an MMO? DEAD FOREVER.

Hey, you came up with a really cool idea for a snowboarding game. You made it an MMO? DEAD FOREVER.

Hey, you came up with a really cool RPG that is like WoW but with a bunch of quality of life stuff in it. Wait, it's a WoW killer? DEAD FOREVER.

When you make an always online game that needs to have other people playing it for it to be fun you are asking for the game to die forever someday.

Ross Scott is going to court over this but that's a subject for another time, but the fact that the Temtem devs made a Monster Tamer MMO is actually quite dumb.

I get why they wanted to do that though they wanted to make a balanced competitive scene. Competitive Pokemon but not rife with cheaters and overburdened with hundreds of Pokemon that are unplayable in anything above RU, but making a game that is designed with competitive players primarily in mind is like making healthy cereal.

Just eat an apple forehead.

If you make a game with competent AI or possibly AI that can be modified by the player to suit their tastes, you don't need strong competition from some stranger who hacked their team together. You would play competitive for fun. You'd get your favorite creatures and then you'd pit them against your friend and his favorite creatures. Not a stranger, someone you know. When you play a competitive game with friends that's when those games are fun.

When you play competitive games with strangers. You become Tyler1.

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That looks like fun right? Just sweating profusely over every little thing someone is doing in a competitive match and just ranting about the game balance and how the game is being ruined by the players, the devs, or both? And then if we aren't having this eternal struggle about how the game is being balanced the game is just dead?

Yeah, that's what really did TemTem in. Not the semantic bullshit that Mangakamen was complaining about that only someone who isn't ready to give up drinking Bud Light would come up.

What really killed TemTem was that making an MMO is a bad idea and making a game based around fostering a competitive environment is also bad.

It's okay though! TemTem is also becoming Vampire Survivors with TemTem Swarm. Not making a good single player TemTem, just making a spinoff TemTem.

Hm, we won't be adding TemTem to the queue.

#fandom #controversy #pokemon #rpgs #temtem #Youtube

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archetypesanalysis · 10 months

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Wrecker's Anima

This is the second part of the character analysis for Wrecker. You can read the first part here. I will be referring to “Goddesses in Everywoman” by Jean Shinoda Bolen for this analysis.

Wrecker’s anima is Aphrodite, or Venus as the Romans called her, and she is the Goddess of Love and Beauty. Her influence is so great that she has many relationships with other gods and mortals, and she makes many mortals fall in love. The Aphrodite archetype helps a person to enjoy love, sensual and sensory experiences, to appreciate beauty, and to be creative. Wrecker has shown to have this archetype multiple times. When Rex, Jesse and Kix first meet the Bad Batch, Wrecker is the first teammate to take off his helmet and create an engaging and charming impression of the team (an active Aphrodite trait). This helps to make them less intimidating to the regular clones since Rex has heard about their 100% success rate and their aggressive and unorthodox ways of completing their missions. Wrecker acts as Aphrodite the Lover when he wants Tech to get with Phee, and he teases Tech that he has competition upon seeing the closeness Phee and Shep shared (an attempt to incite jealousy on Tech so he will make a move on her).

Wrecker is shown to be a sensual person, especially in “Reunion” when he caresses and kisses a proton torpedo. His sensuality enables him to enjoy the pleasure and beauty this life has to offer. In “Battle Scars”, he creates a tradition to have Mantell Mix with Omega after a mission, teaching her to let loose and enjoy life amidst all the danger and chaos. In “Pabu”, he is so satisfied by the local food that he gladly expresses that he has never been full and he enjoys this place. In “Rampage”, after the rancor Muchi drops from exhaustion, Wrecker pats her to sleep, showing his gentleness towards living beings. In “Entombed”, he encourages Omega to find anything that catches her eye in a junkyard, which shows that he has the ability to see beauty even in the things that are perceived as garbage. This is evident in how he appreciates Gonky the defective Gonk droid and he even gently places Gonky down in “A Distant Echo” (I headcanon that Wrecker is the one who takes Gonky in and Hunter allows it). This does explain why he supports Omega’s desire to go for a treasure hunt with Phee because as the “liberator of ancient wonders”, Phee can appreciate the cultural value of the ancient artefacts she collects (instead of monetary value), which is an Aphrodite trait as her values are subjective in nature.

Jean Shinoda Bolen describes Aphrodite to have a unique quality of consciousness, in which she calls it “Aphrodite consciousness”. The Aphrodite consciousness is more focused and intense than diffuse awareness, yet more receptive and attentive than focused consciousness (these are explained in my character analysis for Omega). It is like a limelight that effortlessly draws our attention on what is being illuminated on the stage. Whatever or whoever is under the limelight becomes fascinating, and we are moved, energized or inspired by what we see. A person who has an Aphrodite consciousness can draw people out and attend them in a loving and affirming way, making them feel attractive and interesting. This consciousness also serves as a natural method of relating and gathering information for people who like to be surrounded by other people and focus their total attention on themselves intently.

Wrecker uses his Aphrodite consciousness when he is annoying Crosshair by playing around with the head of a battle droid in “The Bad Batch” and shoving him with his tooka toy Lula in “Aftermath”. In Greek mythology, Aphrodite gravitates towards people who are creative, complex, moody or emotional. For Wrecker, that person is Crosshair because he is an emotionally intense person. Unlike Wrecker who can move from one emotion to another swiftly, Crosshair stays in one emotion intensely and it takes time for that emotion to subside. Wrecker is aware of this and he knows that it is not exactly healthy for Crosshair, for example, Crosshair will stay aggressive even after the battle is over, and he may make others feel uncomfortable with his aggression even when it is not directed towards them. To attend to his emotional needs, Wrecker annoys Crosshair, shifting his focus towards him which helps his emotions to subside faster. He attends to Crosshair in a loving and affirming way as he does not get hurt when Crosshair responses angrily or rudely towards him because he knows that Crosshair never means it and his responses are just a drawback of his emotional intensity. Besides, as long as Wrecker can distract Crosshair, he considers it as mission accomplished. Since they always have each other’s backs in the Clone Wars, I am certain that Crosshair does appreciate Wrecker’s efforts to care for his emotional needs.

Wrecker’s way of distracting Crosshair reminds me of the myth of Atalanta. Atalanta is an Artemis woman (the Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon) as she is a heroine whose courage and capabilities as a hunter and a runner are equal to any man’s. After taking over her father’s throne, many suitors come to win her hand despite she keeps telling them that she is not interested in finding a husband. So, she sets up a footrace, saying that she will marry the man who can beat her at it, but she will murder anyone who loses the race. Race after race, Atalanta is always in the lead. Until, one day, the unathletic Hippomenes who truly loves her enters the race. He prays to Aphrodite for help at the night before the race, and she gives him three golden apples to use in the race. During the race, Hippomenes throws the three golden apples in Atalanta’s path three times, which manages to distract her long enough for him to cross the finish line first and take her as his wife. In Greek mythology, Artemis and Aphrodite are the opposites, and this is shown in the myth where Aphrodite makes Phaedra falls hopelessly in love with her stepson Hippolytus because Aphrodite is displeased that Hippolytus has dedicated himself to Artemis and to a life of celibacy, and he refuses to honour her. Taking the myths as archetypal forces, Wrecker and Crosshair are the opposites, and Wrecker acts as a transformative agent to Crosshair by helping his Artemis anima to loosen up.

People who identify as Aphrodite are usually emotionally intelligent, and Wrecker is one of those people. He usually can manage his emotions well, like knowing when it is appropriate to be aggressive. He can understand other people’s emotions well, just as he does with Crosshair as stated above. He can accept criticism, responsibility and feedback, like in “Replacements”, he accepts Hunter’s criticism of him not considering Omega’s needs and puts an effort to improve himself. He knows why he does certain things and can make adjustments to his behaviour. For example, in “A Distant Echo”, Wrecker knows that he is afraid of heights and says that he needs to fight some droids to distract himself from his phobia. In the same episode, he is shown to have a strong sense of self-awareness when he explains that he can get excited in battle, which foils the stealth mission, and he learns not to repeat the same mistake.

True to Aphrodite nature, Wrecker likes children, and children are charmed by him. He can draw out a child’s feelings and abilities in a way that the child feels special and accepted, which gives the child confidence to develop their talents and individuality. He can get into the spirit of play and make-believe easily, can charm children to behave well, and can inspire them with his infectious enthusiasm. These qualities make him a wonderful parental figure.

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The Aphrodite archetype is associated with creativity as all creative works come from an intense and passionate involvement, and it is an “in-the-moment” sensory experience. Multiple interactions ranging from senses, spontaneity and skills are combined to create something that never existed before. Wrecker has shown to have immense creativity throughout the series. In “Replacements”, he turns the ship’s gunport into a room for Omega so the Marauder feels more like a home for her. In “Ruins of War”, he and Hunter find some broken-down Separatist tanks. Hunter thinks the tanks are useless but Wrecker thinks otherwise as he already has an awareness of the complete creation in his consciousness. His Aphrodite anima gets activated when he becomes absorbed and involved in what he creates, which prompts Hunter to provide firing cover for him. Wrecker’s spontaneity, combining with his skills and knowledge on heavy weapons and artillery, leads to the creation of a portable cannon, which gives them an advantage over the Imperials.

In Greek mythology, Ares and Aphrodite are long-term lovers, and this pairing serves as the archetype combination for Wrecker. Both Ares and Aphrodite are temperamental, intense and sensual. They are reactive rather than reflective, they live in the here and now moment and they act without thinking of the consequences. This archetype combination is full of fireworks, which explains why Wrecker likes to blow things up. However, when there is a perfect balance between love and war, it can produce harmony, just like Ares and Aphrodite have a daughter named Harmonia (Harmony) in the myths. Since Wrecker has both a positive Ares and a positive Aphrodite, he is in harmony with himself as his innate archetype and his anima share mutual tolerance and acceptance.

The Aphrodite archetype does have some limitations. People who identify with this archetype view life as nothing more than a sensory experience, and they may respond as if there are no future consequences to their actions or no current loyalties that may conflict. As stated in the first part of this analysis, Wrecker is an impulsive spender as seen in “Battle Scars”, which is not just a problem for Ares, but also for Aphrodite. Experience becomes the best teacher for him as he must learn to be more reflective of his actions and to control his impulses and emotions.

Wrecker’s Aphrodite anima has been modified by his life experiences. His military training has resulted in the development of Artemis and Athena, and they help him to focus on what is important. For example, in “Entombed”, he is able to focus on his task of finding a compressor for Tech despite being surrounded by many items in the junkyard that may catch his eye. Moreover, Omega’s presence helps to give rise to the Demeter anima in him, which ensures him to be consistent in showing his love for her. It is possible that his Hera anima exists at least in latent form as he is loyal to his teammates (and no amount of explosives is going to convince him to betray them and join the Empire).

The Aphrodite consciousness is present when there is a good interaction between two people or between the person and the work, where change and transformation can happen. This transformative influence is so powerful that it can deeply move both parties in a conversation or lead to a new creation like a new song, a new dance move, a new theory or a new life. It makes a conversation more meaningful regardless of the content, and it makes work more invigorating rather than draining. We have seen how the Bad Batch and Omega change each other for the better through action and communication, with notable examples like Hunter appreciating Echo for who he is and offers him to join the team, Wrecker becoming more considerate of Omega’s needs, Tech opening his feelings up to Omega, Hunter expressing his willingness to learn how to raise Omega, and Omega reassuring Crosshair that it is not his fault, which briefly softens him. We even see Crosshair changes for the better through his interactions with Cody and Mayday in season 2. This makes me believe that all the Bad Batchers have an Aphrodite consciousness (with Wrecker having the strongest influence), and it has always been there because they are able to love themselves and others for who they truly are.

People who have an Aphrodite consciousness have the ability to become vision carriers, who help other people to shape and live out their dreams. Vision carriers nurture the dreams for others by believing in their dreams, cultivating the skills they needed to achieve that dream, and encouraging them throughout their journey. Vision carriers also provide a sanctuary for others where they could imagine that dream being achieved and their hopes for doing it being nourished. I have always dreamed of a world where we can live authentically and we can accept each other for our differences. However, I feel that dream is impossible based on my real-life experiences as I get judged by my family for being different and not conforming to social norms. Sometimes, I am afraid of showing my true self and I experience a lot of self-criticism and self-hatred. I am sure that I am not the only one struggling with this.

I see the Bad Batch as vision carriers because they can love themselves and others for who they are, which is empowering for us. They teach us to accept our true selves and embrace others for their differences. The Bad Batch fandom does feel like a safe place for us to escape from the harsh realities of life and to strengthen each other’s hopes for a better future. Through watching the series, reading up many headcanons, appreciating the fanart and fanfiction, and interacting with other fans, I feel that my dream of a better future is possible to achieve, and my hopes have been strengthened. I feel the presence of the Aphrodite consciousness. Although the fight for a better future is full of obstacles and setbacks, I am willing to take this difficult journey. That is why I am writing these analyses because I want to share my knowledge and findings to many people, hoping that they can understand the powerful messages from these stories that may change their lives.

Jean Shinoda Bolen believes that vision carriers have the power to help others to discover and develop their gifts, which is called the Pygmalion effect by Robert Rosenthal. The Pygmalion effect is described as the power of positive expectations on the behaviour of others. It is based on a Greek myth: a mortal named Pygmalion fell in love with the sculpture of the perfect woman that he had created, and that statue was brought into life by Aphrodite and she became Galatea, who then became his wife.

Robert Rosenthal coined the term “the Pygmalion effect” through his research where he found that our expectations have a strong influence on others. For example, a teacher who believes in the abilities of failing students can help them improve their grades, transforming them into exceptional students. Likewise, a teacher who is convinced that failing students cannot learn will cause their academic performance to deteriorate the longer they stay in school. Jean Shinoda Bolen describes the Aphrodite’s Pygmalion effect as alchemy, which is a process of mixing different substances to transform the mixture into gold. Through love, Aphrodite’s creative, alchemical influence can turn whatever is ordinary and undeveloped into “gold”.

We have seen the Pygmalion effect on the Bad Batch. In the Clone Wars, Hunter positively affirms Crosshair’s sharpshooting skills, and he offers Echo to join the team, allowing him to develop his unique skills. Even Crosshair gives the similar positive effect, like in “The Bad Batch”, he has faith in Wrecker to save Cody even though the regular clone troopers doubt Wrecker’s capability to do so. The Bad Batch also helps Omega to discover and develop her gifts, which shapes her individuality. Other characters also have demonstrated the Pygmalion effect. For example, Rex encourages Echo to join the Bad Batch because he respects his individuality. The brotherly love Crosshair shares with Cody and Mayday finally causes him to turn on the Empire in season 2. It is evident that the Aphrodite’s Pygmalion effect has turned the Bad Batch into the finest troopers in the galaxy as they can embrace their true selves and others for their differences. I have been experiencing their alchemical influence throughout my archetypal studies done on them, and I am changing myself for the better. I hope you can experience it as well as I do.

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Comfortember Day 11

Comfort Show/Movie

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Vision

I don’t see the point of holofims, in the least, but they’re still fun. Wrecker gets us the traditional carton of Mantell Mix, and we sit around the holoscreen to watch this… horror thing. I still think the main character who’s-name-I-can’t-even-remember was an idiot for touching the mirror he got stuck in in the first place.

Makes me feel a little called out, though.

Hunter is literally sleeping on Echo’s shoulder in the back – I didn’t know he was that tired, and I definitely have no idea how he manages to sleep in such an uncomfortable position with all the yowling in the background.

Tech is whining about every single thing. Literally. And insisting that this is not scientifically possible, and Wrecker and I have to keep shushing him so he doesn’t ruin the mood.

Echo keeps making snarky comments, and I think he’s just trying to compete with me.

Omega is almost literally hiding behind Wrecker – I think she’s overreacting – and I – well, it’s cool. I need to show this insanity to Crosshair the moment I have a chance, because this was fun. We’ve never gotten to do things like this on Kamino. We never got to just be, to do things we like.

I’ve never really had time to figure out what that even means. I got some time as… me when I was with our brothers on Kamino, but that was without Omega, and it wasn’t in a different life. Here, we’re free. I’ve always wanted to fight, but I guess I don’t have to do that in the Clone Wars. We can still have different purposes. We can be… something else, too.

Wrecker and I, I think, are the only people paying attention, and actually appreciating it.

If Crosshair were here, he’d probably be even snippier about it than Echo is – though I think Echo finds the entire thing comical and is a little too polite to say so.

“We should do this more often,” I announce, when the horror – literally – is finally over. “It’s amazing.”

Omega shudders.

Uh. Okay. Maybe not.

“Or, we can tone down a bit and pick something a little less spooky.” That sounds like a nice idea.

“Yeah,” Omega agrees, shivering again.

“Was it that creepy?” I whine, “I loved it!”

This is probably another one of the first things in the universe we’re gonna hafta disagree on. I don’t like how things are changing, how it feels like we’re changing, but it’s happening. And I hate it, but at least we still have each other.

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WIP Sunday

What is this? I actually have something to post on WIP? Also this is a bit overboard, NEGL but I'm so excited I get to share something that my Extra Gene took off and cannot be contained.

Part of my Alpha/Shaak Ti + Fordo which which...I still desperately need a name for. Its pretty self-explanatory in the snippet without the need for much context. Save this is a continuation of an Alpha-17/Shaak Ti fanfic I wrote years ago and takes place around 10BBY. As always it's super rough, unedited etc.

All the children were occupied cleaning up after lunch so Alpha and Fordo sought out Shaak Ti who was holed up in a hut that played double duty as both their communications station but also something of a war room.

Fordo could spy Alpha’s paranoid touch all over the place and this was proof positive his brother hadn’t gone completely native and settled into blissful domesticity. There was an impressively expansive armament locked up behind bars in that room. Some appeared to be old GAR equipment while others were definitely newer and no doubt ‘liberated’ from Imperial stores. But there was also a curious assortment of crude looking weaponry which puzzled Fordo to no end.

His curiosity would have to remain unsatisfied however because the moment they stepped into the room, it was like a switch had flipped in his brother and he was suddenly faced with the deadly ARC captain he was so familiar with.

“Is it Imps?” He asked Shaak Ti as he moved to stand beside her at the holo-table.

“Did they manage to track my ship? I thought I came in under the radar.” Fordo asked on the heels of Alpha’s question and the other clone shot his lover a concerned look.

“Thankfully, no, the local Felucians think they may be bounty hunters or poachers. They are hunting something in forests near our Southern border. I don’t believe anyone tracked you landing here, Fordo.”

Relief shot through him because the thought he might have endangered his brother’s paradise was surprisingly….upsetting.

“Then we’ll have to deal with them quietly before they draw Imp attention our way.”

“They may be here under Imperial orders if they are bounty hunters. It may be wiser to allow them to pursue their quarry and leave without incident.” Shaak Ti countered gently.

“Or they could be poachers like those shabuire a couple of years ago that nearly ruined everything we’ve built here with their greed.”

“What kind of poachers are we talking about?” Fordo asked curiously.

“They hunt the rancor and take them off-world. Felucian rancor isn’t as aggressive as those you might find on Dathomir. So there’s less of a chance of your prized monster rending people limb from limb when you’re trotting out to cause terror or inspire dread in your subjects.” The abject disgust in the Jedi’s voice surprised Fordo; she always seemed to radiate an air of serenity. But it appeared that still waters ran deep when it came to the Torgruta.

“They brought down an Imperial patrol which caused us endless hassle for months on end. They nearly discovered our camp more than once but thankfully the yearly monsoon season was in full swing at that point and the flooding finally drove them away and they have not been back since.”

“But if the poachers are back at it…they may draw their eye to our home once more.” The Jedi said, sharing a concerned frown with Alpha.

“Fordo and I will scout it out and deal with them accordingly. If they’re bounty hunters, we won’t interfere with their hunt, but if they are poachers, we’ll shut down their operation.”

“Do it quietly, love? We don’t want to make too much noise.”

“Subtly is my middle name.” Alpha-17 outright lied in a deadpan tone of voice because the man didn’t have a subtle bone in his body. Judging by the fond look of skepticism on the Jedi’s face, she wasn’t buying that at all.

“You are many things, my dear, but subtle is not one of them.” Shaak Ti easily called him on his bantha shit and reached to cup the nape of the clone’s neck tenderness which seemed almost at odds with the wickedly sharp-looking talons ending those slender fingers.

The tenderness in that gesture and the way Alpha leaned in to kiss her equally tenderly made Fordo feel like he was some voyeur spying on a private moment between them, and he uncomfortably looked away.

“Be careful and come back to us in one piece, Alpha.” Shaak Ti murmured quietly.

“I will, I have Fordo to protect my back. I’ll be fine.” Alpha reassured her and after one last kiss, he pushed away from the table and headed for the armory.

“Good hunting, the both of you.” The Jedi offered solemnly and briefly clapped Fordo on the shoulder before she slipped almost noiselessly around the ARC and out of the hut.

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

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Until Death You Do Part 1/2

The utter shame of it would follow Tobirama into his grave. Worse than that, his complicity would follow Hashirama until the end of the world.

Chapter One

“Oh no,” Toka said softly. Her gaze wouldn’t lift from the too-small body they had found. “Who were you?”

Tobirama knelt to carefully pat down the corpse for anything identifying. There was nothing useful or distinctive. The child had been dressed in low quality cotton and had a little knife tucked into his obi. Tobirama examined the knife, but it was perfectly typical. The boy had probably needed it for his chores.

The body was cold already. He tried moving an arm- no. Nothing.

‘If this had been fresher, it would be a suitable vessel for reincarnating Kawarama.’

“What a waste,” Tobirama found himself saying.

“Despicable,” Toka agreed. Her voice was affected, high and angry in pitch.

He eyed her curiously but did not say anything. They burnt the body. They went back to the clan compound and reported it, so that if a mission request to find a child came in from a local village the parents could be informed.. But Tobirama could not stop thinking about that small body.

He had solved the problem. He was sure of it now. He needed a vessel and he needed a sacrifice. He had been thinking that the two needed to be one and the same, but that wasn’t true, was it?

That opened up possibilities. There were plenty of people who Tobirama would not have ethical qualms about sacrificing for this goal. It would be poetic to use an Uchiha, but any bandit would do as well. But the idea of forcing Kawarama or Itama into the body of such scum did not sit well with him.

‘Must it be a human body? Could it be something artificial?’

That would probably be a lot less upsetting for his brothers. They had both died so young. Adjusting to the size of an adult body would be an extra disorientation that they didn’t need to cope with.

Inspired, Tobirama returned to a jutsu he had designed for creating a secondary, solid body without an element. In its current form, it was not quite sturdy enough to be a long time host to a spirit.

Fuinjutsu. He thought the answer was in fuinjutsu. Tobirama stole hours between his work to design a seal that should make the clone body all but impossible to destroy.

He thought the three elements would work together - the clone to host a spirit, the seal to secure the clone, the sacrifice to fuel his jutsu to withdraw a human soul from the maw of death.

"Brother," he murmured.

Hashirama looked over, eyes bleary over the wedding contract he was checking for the thousandth time. "Yes?"

"Don't you wish that we had Itama and Kawarama back with us?" Tobirama confirmed.

His older brother blinked at him. A shadow passed over his face. "Of course I do," he said softly. Hashirama put the contract down. "Are you thinking about them a lot recently?" His voice changed tone.

"Yes," Tobirama said. He tilted his head. "Which would you choose to have back?"

Hashirama blanched. "I can't answer that!" He yelped. "I love them equally."

…Not really the point.

"Who would adjust more easily to our current time?", Tobirama rephrased.

His older brother settled down, feathers unruffling. "Hmm… Kawarama." He let out a sigh. “Itama was so gentle. Remember how he cried at Kawarama’s funeral?” He was wistful, eyes distant.

Tobirama nodded. "I understand."

Hashirama blinked back to attention and gave him a curious look. His brow furrowed.

He bowed as he stood. "I had better go work," Tobirama said, reinvigorated by his brother's input.

"Good night," Hashirama called after him.

"Goodnight, brother." Tobirama slid the door shut behind him.

He had the details ironed out by the time he had an inescapable errand. Tobirama didn't hide his irritation as Toka bullied him into formal wear.

"You have to see the Daimyo," she said grimly, checking his height. He ducked away from her and she snatched his collar to hold him in place. "If you don't go when summoned, he'll think you are disloyal, that we are disloyal."

"I have no respect for him," Tobirama said. It wasn't a sulk. It wasn't. “I wish him no health and wealth.”

His cousin gave him a knowing look. "Obviously," she drawled. "He's so absorbed with water colors and poetry that he's barely aware half the country is on fire. But he has armies. So you're going, and you're going to be polite."

Now he truly was sulking. "I will go," Tobirama said darkly. "I will not enjoy it."

"Of course." Toka held up one of his father's old formal kimono and judged the size against him. “I would hardly expect you to.”

"I will use the time for my personal experiments," he threatened. He had been told off for that before.

She shrugged. "Don't get caught." Toka patted his head and started to fold up the kimono. "Otherwise you'll have to do a demonstration for the court's amusement."

At the face he made, she actually laughed at him.

He wished that someone in this clan compound respected him. Unfortunately, Tobirama sighed and endured grandmotherly fussing from a few aunties before he was allowed to leave for the capital.

'Perhaps I can find someone to become the sacrifice for Kawarama's revival in the capital.'

The thought cheered him up.

Yes, actually, that would be a good place to do it. The hustle and bustle of the clan compound would probably be overwhelming at first. Kawarama had been gone for so long, after all. Surely he would be babied even worse than Tobirama was. Taking a few days to acclimate somewhere that Kawarama would just be a face in a crowd… that would help immensely.

Traveling to the capital took two and a half days. He stalked into the guesthouse for wealthy travelers before they noticed he had arrived, forgoing the ceremony of displaying his clan name outside of the building. The workers must have done it anyway, because the wooden plaque was in place the next time that he left the building.

He stayed there for one horrible day before he was invited to court. Tobirama thought that might be the end of it, but of course not. He was not invited to meet with the Daimyo that day. He went back to the guesthouse simmering with irritation.

He had to do something. This trip was otherwise a worthless waste of his time.

“I shall make the clone today,” he mused. Tobirama blinked rapidly, cataloging his memory of Kawarama. It was a child’s memory of another child. The first clone that he made looked right in proportion, but was far too large to be a child of Kawarama’s age. He stared at it. It was as if a normal 7 year old had been stretched equally in all directions.

“It is… cute…” He said it slowly, because he wasn’t entirely sure about this assessment. It was also somehow frightening.

He dismissed the clone with prejudice and tried again, and again. He made it perfect because he had no way to be confident that Kawarama could manipulate chakra in this body. That could be a considerable blow, considering that Kawarama had been a remarkable shinobi even at his young age.

Tobirama paused at that thought. ‘He will not grow. He may not use chakra. Would he be pleased to forever be a child?’

The thought was disquieting. He dispelled the clone and thought over every angle. Perhaps it would be kinder to put Kawarama into a projection of his adult body? Hashirama and Tobirama had both become quite tall, so his height could be conjectured. And his face- he looked a lot like Hashirama, actually.

‘But if he last remembers being 7 years in age… It would be alien to become an adult, years removed.’

Tobirama felt his lips twist in dissatisfaction. There was no way to know which Kawarama would prefer.

The child’s body it was, then. In absence of specific reasoning, he would go with his initial inclination.

Tobirama remade the clone. This time, he put the seal on it to hold the clone in place. It watched him with dark, serious eyes.

They looked like Kawarama’s eyes, but the thought behind them was Tobirama’s at this point. He averted his eyes. “I will fix this soon,” he promised to the vision of his brother. His vision blurred over with tears that he couldn’t shed. Tobirama abruptly stood and walked away, pacing in the tatami room. It had been 15 years since he had seen that face. Seeing it now, devoid of Kawarama’s personality… it cut something deep within him.

He needed to finish the project.

Tobirama had intended to wait, carefully and methodically. He had planned to seek out someone who truly deserved death, or at least someone who would be receiving it regardless. But he couldn’t wait. He rose and left the guesthouse, using a genjutsu to paint his hair a much less distinctive brown in a moment unseen. He looked like a rich man, one of the useless noblemen or a particularly lucky merchant. He stalked the city streets, eyes narrowed and weighing up the lives that he saw.

It was Hashirama’s dear belief that every human life had the same worth. Tobirama did not disagree. Hashirama would never pick out the covert movements of a petty criminal within a crowd and begin to follow them. In his philosophy, the pickpocket should be talked to and needed a way to make an honest living.

In Tobirama’s view of things, protecting the health of the people he loved was his most important task and any human collateral was acceptable, if regrettable.

No one saw him scruff the young man and drag him away with a firm hand over his mouth. In the twilight, it was child’s play to carry the now-weeping criminal into his guestroom. Tobirama deposited his prisoner next to the vessel for Kawarama. It blinked, and then rose to help him bind the civilians at the wrists and ankles, and gag him. “My apologies,” Tobirama murmured for the first time. He met the man’s terrified eyes. “I require your assistance. It will not take very long.”

Whatever the man said, it was muffled by the fabric in his mouth. Tobirama stepped back and concentrated on matching his chakra to the obscenely long sequence of hand signs for his jutsu. The sacrifice seized up and began to convulse by the time he’d gotten to Rat, and was falling over limply at Tiger.

The clone gave a sharp gasp and fell to the ground. Tobirama felt a flash of fear but he could not stop until he was finished. Kawarama must have merely been… startled, or not acclimated to the weight of a human body anymore. He lifted himself up on his own and stared up at Tobirama with wide eyes.

Tobirama knelt down. “Hello, Kawarama,” he said softly. He made sure to gentle his face. “It has been 15 years.”

The boy hesitated. “T- Tobirama-niisan?” He stared up, frightened and small. “You’re so big. I’m-” he faltered. “I’m dead.” His voice broke. “What have you done?”

Tobirama put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. It was cold, through the faux fabric of the transformation. “I fixed it,” he said. “You’re never going back there.”

When he put his arms around, Kawarama’s little frame was stiff. After a few moments, he put his arms up around Tobirama in return.

He didn’t sleep well. That was odd. It should have been the best sleep of his life, with his little brother returned from the dead. At first Tobirama laid awake listening to the sounds of Kawarama breathing and wondered how long he should wait to revive Itama. Having Kawarama acclimated would help their youngest brother. He was sure of it.

After he finally fell asleep, he had odd, bloody dreams. His dreams were often bloody, of course. He had expected to be haunted by the civilian that he had sacrificed and burnt to hide the crime. Perhaps he might be reminded of past battles. Seeing Kawarama could have easily revived hateful memories of the Uchiha tearing apart his family and leaving burnt husks.

His dreams weren’t of battles. He dreamed of a huge, angry mouth tearing his clansmen apart with rotting teeth and spraying their lifeblood onto the dirt. He dreamed of the ground opening up to swallow him down to hell. He woke with the smell of the grave in his nose and to the sight of Kawarama standing over him with an unreadable expression. The little form was eerie in the moonlight, clad only in white garments that nearly fell off of his shoulders because they were intended for Tobirama.

“Little brother,” Tobirama said slowly. He sat up. The graveyard smell faded.

Kawarama smiled at him. Then he left without a word for his own futon.

By the morning, he had mostly forgotten the incident. Of course they had an odd night of sleep. It was a very strange situation for both of them.

Reluctantly, he left Kawarama alone in the guesthouse when he went off to the Daimyo’s palace. It had been easy enough to inform the servants that he had a relative with him and request extra food and appropriate clothing.

“You really have to go?” Kawarama had never been so timid in Tobirama’s memory.

He knelt down to his brother’s level. “Yes,” he said honestly. It was best not to lie to children. “It’s political. The Daimyo wishes to see us appropriately humbled.”

Kawarama’s face twisted. “Humbled.” There was a new quality to his voice. It was gone when he next spoke, so Tobirama dismissed the oddity as his brother’s attempt to mimic his cadence. “I- don’t leave me alone too long!” He clutched at Tobirama’s sleeve. “It’s so big here. It hurts.”

Tobirama frowned. Did Kawarama remember death? What exactly was he afraid of? His gut twisted. He examined those dark eyes, the match of Hashirama’s. “I will keep you safe,” he promised fiercely. “I am stronger than the world is big.” He disentangled Kawarama’s fingers from his sleeve. “I will leave you weapons. You can practice and see how your conditioning is.”

“The same.” Kawarama sniffed and wiped at his face with a sleeve. “I’m frozen exactly as I was.”

Tobirama blinked. “I put you into a clone made from my chakra,” he explained slowly. “I assume it would have characteristics similar to my own, and your earth nature chakra is lost to you.”

“No,” Kawarama disagreed. His voice was thick. “I can tell. I could do anything now that I could when I-” his voice caught.

“I understand.” Tobirama cut him off before he could say the words. He hated how tortured Kawarama looked. Being dead must have been horrible. “That is very interesting. Tonight, I will show you some jutsu I have learned since we last spoke.”

Kawarama perked up. “Thank you, brother,” he said. He bowed.

Tobirama repressed a flinch. He’d forgotten how formally their Father had made them act as small children. Kawarama hadn’t treated Tobirama that way, but… now Tobirama was a grown man. He ignored the evidence that his precious brother now viewed him differently. “I will return as soon as possible,” he said. He set off eager to be done with the Daimyo.

Through some luck, he was. The Daimyo had Tobirama introduced to the court and fawned over by giggling courtiers. He stood stiffly, hating the attention. He could hear them speak of his face, his musculature, his silent nature. He was allowed to kneel on the floor and pledge his loyalty for the year. Once he rose from the bow, he was free to leave.

He went directly back to the guest house.

Normally he would leave that same night in order to get home. This time, he felt it was better to linger.

When he entered, Tobirama stopped abruptly.

Kawarama was facing away from him in profile, looking out the window. His expression was closed off and hard in a way that did not suit his soft, childish features.

Some deeper instinct told him there was danger. Tobirama stood frozen in confusion, caught between the precious child he saw and the feeling in his heart. ‘It’s Kawarama,’ he told himself. A thrum of anger at his own childishness broke the spell and he called out a greeting. ‘Of course he is a little changed. He experienced a terrible death. He will need time.’

“Tobirama-niisan,” Kawarama said, in his sweet boyish voice. He smiled up at Tobirama and padded across the tatami to greet him. “How was your day? I saw a bird, so I got food from the kitchen and I fed them. So many came!” His smile melted Tobirama’s heart. “They’re still enjoying it.”

‘He can be gentle now,’ Tobirama realized. ‘His childhood was stolen from him by our Father and the wars. We won’t make him fight again, not for years and years.’

His heart felt full and he hugged his little brother, boldly stolen from the Death God himself. “That’s wonderful.” He felt so light. He was almost ready to sign on with Hashirama’s optimism about the Uchiha, the last great threat to Kawarama’s safety. Perhaps they should combine their clans. If the Uchiha were not on guard against him, one of them could easily be taken to fuel the jutsu to bring back Itama. There was something poetic about the concept.

“I’m hungry,” Kawarama declared. He bounced on his heels. “What’s for dinner?”

“I will go and ask.” Tobirama rose.

Kawarama pushed past him. “No, I want to!” He ran out of the room, little feet silent with shinobi skill.

Tobirama smiled and watched his brother’s back disappear. Then his gaze turned to the grass outside the window. His smile vanished.

The grass was carpeted in dead birds.

#horror #like for real #second chapter is worse #naruto #tobirama #electrasev5nwrites #electrasev5n #electra rose #electra rose halloween 2022 #proceed with caution

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