#why is not in the bad batch yet this is ridiculous

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DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 3

Part 2

Tim reached up to rub at his temples and groaned. This was getting him nowhere. Normally he enjoyed going down the research rabbit-hole but this was ridiculous! Paranormal sciences were a bad joke. Most of it was conjecture, hearsay and unprovable theories with just enough scientific sounding jargon peppered in to confuse a layperson. Peer-review was practically non-existent, not to mention a proper scientific method. Francis Bacon would be rolling in his grave!

The slight hiss of the elevator doors opening interrupted his thoughts.

“Hey Replacement, you missed dinner!” Jason called, sauntering over with a loaded plate in hand. He set down a sandwich next to Tim’s elbow. “Alfie says he’s cutting off your coffee supply until you get some damn sleep. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna start prepping the knock-out gas soon!” he quipped, leaning his hip against the Batcomputer’s console. “Research on the League giving you trouble?”

“I wish.” Tim sighed, reaching for the sandwich, “The Assassins have actually been pretty quiet recently. I found some leads on suspicious political donations in Italy, but nothing I can tie to them directly. Talia’s in Paris as far as I can tell, working at an investment firm for God knows what reason. Probably money laundering related. And the ones holed up in Nanda Parbat have been quiet as murderous little church mice.”

“Ra’s isn’t up to anything? Colour me shocked.” Jason drawled sardonically, “You sure he’s not cooking up a new batch of demon spawn in that mountain of his?”

Tim shook his head. “You know Bruce destroyed his cloning labs after the last… incident. And I’ve found no records of the League procuring the necessary materials or equipment to restart production.” he wrinkled his nose, “Of course it’s possible that they used a shell company we haven’t come across yet, but I believe the odds are pretty low.”

“So what’s got your panties in a bunch then?”

Tim’s mouth twisted in a frown. “Ghosts.”

“Ah.”

Jason stared off into space and Tim took a bite of his sandwich. Egg-salad, score! The Cave was silent for a while, only disturbed by the noise of the actual bats heading out for their nightly hunt.

“I can’t tell you for sure if ghosts are real or not. I don’t remember anything from when I was… dead.” Jason said haltingly, and Tim stilled. “But we’ve seen people come back under pretty weird circumstances. So why not ghosts?” Jason shrugged.

Tim chewed and swallowed before replying. “Because it’s one thing for the physical body to be restored, but some kind of nebulous ‘spirit’ lingering? Why don’t we see ghosts all the time then? Why don’t people come back? Why not…” Tim broke off.

“Your Dad?”

Tim nodded and dropped the remains of the sandwich back on the plate. It suddenly looked as appetising as cardboard.

“I don’t know, birdie. We still don’t know why I came back.” Jason snorted “Maybe the universe just has a sick sense of humour.”

Tim’s lips curled up in a mirthless smile. “Maybe the universe missed your terrible puns. Some of those still haunt me.”

Jason barked out a surprised laugh. “That was terrible!”

“The universe clearly made a grave mistake.”

“Stop it, I can feel my brain cells dying!” Jason groaned and gave Tim a light punch to the shoulder.

“Well we can’t have that, you have so few already!” Tim snarked, then quickly leaned to the side to evade Jason’s attempted noogie. Jason huffed and stepped back, crossing his arms.

“All right mister teenage genius. What have you dug up about ghosts then?”

Tim rolled his eyes. “There’s obviously tons of folklore from all over the world. Pretty much every mythology has stories about the spirits or souls of the dead returning to haunt the living. But if there’s a scientific basis to all this then it’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Even the supposed leaders in the field are hopelessly biased.” He pulled up some documents on the screen. “Take these for example. The Doctors Fenton are supposed experts in the field of ‘Ecto-Biology’ as they call it, but their research papers would never fly with a proper scientific journal. A lot of it comes across as blatantly xenophobic towards the entities they are supposedly studying and their research methods seem geared towards confirming what they view as foregone conclusions. And most of their peers operate on the same track.”

Jason hummed thoughtfully as he skimmed one of the articles in question. “Do you think there’s anything to this, or is it all just a hoax?”

Tim snorted. “If there is, they haven’t offered any conclusive proof. Though they certainly seem to have made it work for them. The Fentons have a series of patents for weapons and defenses against these supposed ‘ecto-entities’ and it looks like there’s plenty of people gullible enough to buy them. I haven’t taken a closer look at their products yet, but a lot of it looks like something out of a pulp sci-fi movie.” He pulled up the image of what looked like a bazooka with green glowing parts. Jason whistled.

“So, con artists or mad scientists?”

“Could be both. Their financial records are all over the place and they’ve had some large transactions with what I’m pretty sure are shell companies in recent years. They live and operate out of a small city in Illinois.” Tim said, pulling up the relevant documents on screen.

“Amity Park?” Jason read aloud.

“Supposedly it’s ‘The Most Haunted City in America’. Seems on brand, doesn’t it?”

“It probably helps them stay in business. It looks like they have kids?” Jason pointed at the tax returns. Tim typed some search queries into the system.

“Two. One in high school, one just started her first semester at Metropolis University. With a full scholarship to boot.” He spent a few more minutes hacking into the university’s systems. “Here we go, Jasmine Fenton. Looks like she’s going for a psychology degree. And… hm…” Tim trailed off. Jason quickly realised what had caught his attention.

“‘The Damaging Effects of Envy Towards Metahumans? That’s a hell of a topic for a freshman-year essay.” Jason remarked.

“Yes. I wonder…” Tim drummed his fingers on the keyboard. “She might have some insight into her parents’ research.”

“And at a cursory glance, she didn’t drink whatever Kool-Aid her parents were serving.” Jason finished for him. “You wanna go pump her for information?”

“I might as well. If nothing else, maybe we can shut down a couple of mad scientists before they become a problem.” Tim stood up and stretched. “Time for a field trip!”

Part 4

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #batfamily #tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #no beta we die like danny #I'm sick and wordvomited this out at like 4am #send throat lozenges #prophecy universe #the one where clockwork uses prophecies to mess things up (and set things right)

[the-bi-space-ace]

Echo & Unshakeable Trust

If we really want to talk about how Echo and trust are intertwined then I think we need to start at The Bad Batch arc of The Clone Wars in season 7. We see pretty clearly that the batch doesn’t trust him, even before they know him. They make snide remarks, doubt him, and are ready to take him down if he crosses them. Hell, they’re sure he’s a traitor. One of the earliest examples of this is when Hunter first claims it’s a trap. He even says they’ll tag along with the mission even just to say ‘I told you so.’ Oh how wrong he was. How wrong they all were.

They venture into Skako to save Echo, following Rex’s intuition and going along with it even if they don’t agree. They go, they’re not trusting about it, but they go. What they find is Echo, being used as the algorithm for the Separatists. Rex has no reason to doubt that this is against Echo’s will but the batch… they’re not so sure. 

Echo’s plan to escape through the vents is what saves them from Wat Tambor. They have no choice but to follow his plan, even if they aren’t sure if they can trust him yet. But following along and going with it is what gets them out of there. That doesn’t mean it fixes the doubt. The batch even hesitates before walking across the pipe to escape. They’re still sure he’s screwing them over. They have no idea why Anakin and Rex follow Echo’s plans blindly, even when they’re objectively ridiculous. 

Rex trusts him. Always. Every time. When Rex hears Echo’s voice he doesn’t ever doubt that Echo is still alive and on their side. Even in the bad batch season 3 when he’s questioned about whether or not Crosshair gave them all of the information Rex doesn’t doubt that Echo handled it and they have no reason to question that. It’s such a beautiful thing to watch. His faith in Echo has always been unshakable. Just as unshakable as Echo’s faith in himself. At first Rex isn’t sure Echo is battle ready after being rescued; it's never about distrusting Echo, it’s about not being sure he’s ready yet. Has he healed enough? Is he stable enough to pull this off? It’s care, caution, not doubt. 

Echo even points that out: ‘I’m not a liability, Rex.’ Mace Windu really had me cheering when he says if Echo has a plan then he’d like to hear it. When Mace asks if Echo is certain he even responds with ‘Absolutely.’ Echo doesn’t doubt himself and he isn’t about to start now. This confidence is something we see from him a lot. From how he plans, how he moves, what he says. He knows he’s good at what he does. It’s so refreshing to watch him be so confident and grow in that confidence as time moves forward. 

It’s here we start to really see the batch mistrust Echo. Tech voices this most often, followed by Hunter. Tech isn’t sure of Echo’s plan. He even goes as far as to say that ‘We don’t really know where his loyalties lie.’ You know what’s incredible about this? Rex follows it up with ‘Well, I know.’ Because he does. He doesn’t doubt Echo, has no reason to. The batch, however, isn’t ready for that yet. 

When Echo sends all the droids to the assembly complex and successfully shuts them all down is when both Hunter and Tech - the two who were the most vocal about their doubt in him - are ready to accept that Echo is on their side. He isn’t fighting against them, he never has been. They’re ready. Echo has proven himself without ever even really trying to.

Echo: ‘Was there ever any doubt?’ Tech: ‘Some.’

Echo trusts himself totally. He’s been trusted by his squads, by Fives, by Rex, by Cody. Hell, even Anakin, Mace, and Obi-Wan trust him. He’s been surrounded by people who are convinced of his skills. Being confronted by the batch who doesn’t trust him doesn’t even really faze him. He knows his intentions, he doesn’t need to fight their doubt. He just does what he’s always done and he proves himself in his actions. This confidence he has in himself is what carries him through everything and we only see that grow over time. (This post by @phantom-of-the-501st demonstrates how much he’s grown perfectly. Please go read it. It's amazing.) 

The batch saw him in action when they first met him, they had their time to doubt, and once Echo had proven to them that he was trustworthy and skilled they’ve trusted him fully ever since then. Hunter trusts him to be his second in command - the mission where they save Gregor comes to mind. He always hears Echo out and usually follows him into nearly certain death even if he doesn’t agree. Hunter trusts his word and he knows he wants only good things for them even when they don’t agree on how to get those good things. I think it’s especially important to note that they do disagree often but that is never cause to accuse the other of something in bad faith. The batch even trusts him to lead them into Kamino, right into enemy territory, when Hunter gets taken at the end of season 1. They follow his lead, listen to him, and know he’s got this. They’d never doubt him. Not for a second. Not now. Not when it’s Echo.

And of course we have this most recent episode, the thing that spurred this all on for me. This episode only solidifies for me that trust is a main thread in Echo’s story. He gets them a ship, has a disguise for Rampart, and he is ready to take on the brunt of their mission when things start to get dicey. Crosshair does say something about how Echo can’t infiltrate the ship alone which I am certain is more about worrying for him than it is doubt in his skillset. Letting Echo go into enemy territory without anyone else is difficult for them but they know he can do it. They always know he can pull it off, even if it’s absolutely ridiculous. When Rampart starts to bad mouth the plan Crosshair is right there with ‘Relax. Echo’s on it.’ I am still absolutely losing it over this line. To see Crosshair go from ‘besides, he’s just a reg’ to his hand on Echo’s shoulder in their first mission after they meet to ‘relax. Echo’s on it.’ That… That makes me so emotional. Of course the plan will work. It’s Echo. He’s got this. He knows exactly what he’s doing and he’s quick on his feet. It’ll work out. It’s Echo.

To follow that line with Hunter’s ‘Echo will come through. He just needs more time.’ just further solidifies that they wouldn’t doubt him, not anymore. He’s proved time and time again that he’s got this. They’re prepared to go with whatever scheme he proposes. He’s just as bad as them but he’s also got the skillset to back up his chaos. He fits in well. 

Echo is a skilled man. He’s an excellent strategist and he gets shit done. The batch has learned to trust him with their lives, as quickly and as unshakable as Rex’s faith in him. I think this is a beautiful thing to have seen over the course of our time with the batch. The batch puts their lives in Echo’s hands more than once and they don’t doubt him. Just like how he doesn’t doubt himself. The people around him trust him because he owns what he says, because he can back his shit up. 

It’s rather fitting that the intro quote in the last episode of The Bad Batch arc in The Clone Wars (S7 E4 Unfinished Business) is: Trust placed in another is trust earned. They learned a lot by watching Rex’s unshakeable faith in Echo and they knew that’s something they could do too by the end of their mission together. He proved his chaos, his strategies, and his intellect were invaluable. So much so that they wanted him with them, whatever that was going to look like. 

#the bad batch #tbb echo #echo tbb #arc trooper echo #tbb season 3 #the bad batch echo #sorry I went all overboard lol #i love him that's it that's the post #I couldn't stop thinking about Echo & trust #he's perfect #he's beauty he's grace #he will punch a droid in the face #or jump on their back and stab them with his scomp whichever is more convenient #I haven't stopped thinking about him ever since I met him #also sorry if this gets rambly I got emotional halfway through and started losing all my composure lol

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paradigm pt2 - seonghwa (m)

summary: is having sex with your coworker really a bad idea? no, right? because seonghwa is quite honestly perfect. perfect, but annoying. a teasing day at work leads to a long night, and a conversation the next day. time to play by seonghwa’s rules.

word count: 7.2k

warnings: smut!!!!! dom!seonghwa (still a little switchy? kinda?), afab reader, tying up/ropes, edging/orgasm control, protected sex, oral (f receiving), not proofread sorry!

part one / masterlist

your shifts with seonghwa before you slept together were usually pretty fun. more bearable than a normal shift, that’s for sure. but now you’re practically counting down the time until you get to leave. you’re even spending more time in the kitchen, claiming you’re doing inventory on bar essentials so you don’t have to be out there in such close quarters with seonghwa.

why?

because seonghwa has become insufferable. 

before you fucked his brains out, he was flirtatious, sure. you’d noticed how his eyes would sweep over you before responding, or how he’d daintily touch your waist as he passed behind you so as to not bump you into the bar. he’d say cheeky things, he’d tease you, but it was all playful coworker stuff. now? now he’s more determined. pointed. almost like he’s trying to prove something to you. it’s like you showed him what you were capable of back at your apartment, and now he’s trying to show you just how bold he can be in return.

today, you’re taking extra time in the kitchen finding all the produce you need to restock the bar while seonghwa is out there unlocking all the good liquor and dusting bottles off before customers start coming in. you’ve even convinced wooyoung to make a fresh batch of sour mix for you, claiming that making the base syrup from scratch will help the drinks taste better. wooyoung did it, even though he knows the restaurant has a stock of sour mix that could last a year if necessary, but he won’t pass up on the opportunity to have a friend with him in the back for a little longer. 

“is seonghwa here yet?” wooyoung asks you as you dump a container of lemons on the worktop next to him. “make him come back here and juice those for me.”

“i can do it,” you say, looking for a cutting board, but wooyoung tsking stops you.

“no, i really want him back here so i can see the sexual tension between you two for myself,” he teases, and you roll your eyes.

“fuck you.”

“that’s hwa’s job.”

“what’s my job?” seonghwa’s deep voice asks from a few feet behind you. he must have just walked in. “please tell me i don’t have to juice lemons, i can already tell y/n’s gonna ‘delegate’ cutting them up to me.”

“uh, i was gonna do it,” you say defensively. seonghwa eyes you like he doesn’t believe it, but he lets you continue. “we were talking about you bothering me.”

“doesn’t wooyoung do that more than i do?”

“hey!”

“no,” you say, coming to his defense. “woo’s actually been helping me a lot lately.”

“so that’s why you spend so much of your shifts back here then?” seonghwa asks, quirking an eyebrow at you in a challenge. oh, so he’s noticed. “that’s why i’m back here. boss wants you up front, actually. said you need to reorder more white but wants to talk to you about what you put on the order form.”

“yeah, he’s gonna tell me we can’t get the snoop dogg wine,” you sigh as you lay out everything for the lemons. “i’ll go talk to him. but hwa, that means you do have to juice the lemons for me,” you say sweetly, clasping your hands in front of you and fluttering your lashes at him. to your surprise, he doesn’t put up a fight and blushes while politely pushing you out of the way so he can get to work. with that, you leave them both in the kitchen and practice what you’re gonna say to your boss when he asks why you made such ridiculous wine choices.

while you’re up front fighting for the celebrity wine collection of your dreams, seonghwa and wooyoung work in silence. wooyoung keeps eyeing seonghwa though, like he’s waiting for him to say something. finally, wooyoung’s attention span gets the better of him and he lowers the burner before turning to face hwa directly. seonghwa looks up questioningly, but goes back to work when wooyoung doesn’t say something immediately. 

“oh come ON,” wooyoung whines, practically falling into seonghwa’s side. “tell me what happened between you two.”

“that’s none of your business.”

“please?”

“no.”

“pretty please?”

“no, leave me alone.”

“fine,” wooyoung sighs, turning back to his work. “if nothing happened between you then i guess you won’t mind me asking y/n out for drinks after work tonight?”

“that’s fine,” seonghwa says, clearing his throat. he finishes juicing the last lemon and takes the carcasses over to the trash. while he wipes his hands, he tells wooyoung, “if y/n comes back here can you tell her to check the walk in for me? i thought we had more of those nasty ipas but i can’t find any.”

“why don’t you do it?” wooyoung asks suspiciously.

“i’m going to the bathroom,” seonghwa says simply. wooyoung nods like he doesn’t believe him, but he stays in place stirring the syrup so it doesn’t crystalize. he’s busy fishing a seed out of the fresh lemon juice when you come back to the kitchen.

“where’d seonghwa go?” you ask, and wooyoung points a finger to the back of the room.

“he’s waiting for you in the walk in,” he replies. you start to ask questions, but wooyoung cuts you off. “hey, i don’t know. just go back there and see what he wants. and don’t embarrass me in front of the food, i have to serve that later.”

unsure, you go back to the cooler wondering what seonghwa could want. you don’t get too deep into thought though, because you open the door and suddenly seonghwa is carefully grabbing you by the neck and pulling you in for a kiss. the door to the cooler closes behind you, shrouding you both in darkness save for the pathetic lightbulb on a string above you. in the shadows, seonghwa’s features are sharpened so much that when he pulls back it almost takes your breath away to see how chiseled he looks like this. he smirks at the look in your eyes, licking his lips before diving back in, this time holding you in place by the hips so you can’t escape. his tongue teases your lips, and the second you part them to let him in he detaches from you completely. breathless, you look at him confused while he speaks.

“if wooyoung asks you out tonight, say no,” he tells you, and then he’s gone, leaving you alone, skin burning despite the cold air around you.

-

the rest of your shift with seonghwa was odd, to say the least. you had to finish up with the accoutrement you had in the kitchen, and despite wooyoung’s pestering you didn’t tell him what was going on. he also didn’t ask you out, so you’re not sure why seonghwa mentioned that in the walk in. you’re also trying to figure out what happened in there, but if you think about it too long you start remembering the warmth of his lips and that’s a dangerous place for you to go.

it’s even more dangerous when you head back out to the bar, containers of lemon and lime slices in one arm and your jug of fresh sour mix in the other. seonghwa sees you totally not struggling and he rushes over to help, placing a hand on your waist as he reaches for one of the containers. 

“i got it,” you say defensively, and he kind of backs off but watches you with an unreadable look in his eyes. he lets you do your thing, managing to place everything into the proper wells in the bar without dropping anything despite your awkward form. 

“you heard about the company party coming in today?” seonghwa decides to ask, continuing to watch you as he speaks. “we’ll be closed until dinner for the private party, so should be an easy shift.”

“sounds good,” you say tightlipped. “did he say when they’re coming in?”

“soon.”

“great, thanks, so helpful.”

“what’s wrong with you?” he asks with a playful smile. “cat got your tongue?”

“so you’re a cat now?” you quip back, and seonghwa cracks a genuine smile.

“no?” he says after thinking for a moment. “i’m just me.”

“shame,” you sigh. “i’ve been thinking about getting a kitten.” you brush past seonghwa, cringing but satisfied with the stunned look he’s giving you in return. you go about your business, making sure everything is where you like it to be before your boss starts coming around to say the company party should be arriving soon. you and seonghwa fall into a rhythm as things pick up, and you don’t have time to think about the weird energy between you. you try your best to ignore the way you catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye, or how he delicately holds your waist as he passes behind you during the rush. you could be imagining it, but it seems like every time his hands find your waist they’re holding you tighter and tighter, closer and closer to seonghwa. the last time he does it you swear he slides his fingertips under your shirt to just barely graze your skin, but it could’ve been an accident. still, you keep working. 

after the initial rush, you’ve got a minute to rest and seonghwa says he’s slipping away to bring some more beer from the walk in. you let him leave, and step off to the side to make yourself a cup of water. as you’re sipping and absentmindedly picking at a string on your shirt, you miss the man walking up to the bar in front of you. 

“drinking on the job?” he asks, wearing the sleaziest smirk you’ve ever seen. “didn’t peg you for a bad girl.”

“what can i get for you?” you divert, ignoring his comment and the greasy way he’s staring at you. 

“what do you recommend?” he asks as he starts getting too comfortable at the stool in front of you.

“something simple?” you offer, wanting to get him away as quickly as possible. “how about an old fashioned?”

“i like the way you think,” he replies with a nod and a smile. you get to work on the drink and don’t notice the way he watches you while you make it. as you’re looking for the cherries, seonghwa comes back from the kitchen with enough beer in tow to fill the fridge by your feet. he notices the guy immediately and doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t engage and just kneels by you so he can restock. he knocks into you on “accident” and you look down to see him glancing up at you with a questioning look in his eyes. he nods toward the bar and you know he’s asking about the guy, so you just shrug and finish the drink. you turn, ready to get rid of your admirer, and seonghwa listens on discreetly.

“hope you enjoy the party, you’re all good to go,” you say quickly, placing a napkin down before slamming the drink in front of him. 

“i don’t know, i think i might just make my place right here,” he replies, taking a healthy gulp of the drink. “i’m gonna need a lot more of these, sweet thing, so you better get used to me.”

“she said you’re good to go,” seonghwa chimes in, standing up. “enjoy the drink man.”

“you her bodyguard or something?” 

“no, but it looks like your party is getting started so i’d recommend you head back over there big guy,” seonghwa says very calmly, and you’re a little startled at the silent rage you can feel radiating off of him. you watch as the man stares seonghwa down, but he holds his ground and the man just downs his drink and walks away. seonghwa looks to the side, catching your eye. 

“my knight in shining armor,” you sigh, putting your hand on his arm. you can feel the muscle flexing under his sleeve, and you have to keep yourself from squeezing it to admire how strong he is. you just let him go instead, but as you try to step away he softly grabs your wrist. you look down at where you’re connected, and back up to his eyes boring into you. he uses his hold on you to pull you a little closer, and his lips just barely graze your ear as he speaks.

“after shift. my apartment.”

and then he’s gone, detached from your side and suddenly very interested in wiping down the bar. you try to catch his eye, to find him staring at you cheekily again, but now it’s like you don’t even exist. you decide to let him play whatever game he thinks he’s playing, but you’re gonna do your best to play along. what’s wooyoung doing on his break, you wonder? 

since it’s a little slow right now, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. seonghwa watches you intently as you walk away, but he doesn’t think anything of it. he surely doesn’t assume that you’re about to go find wooyoung and ask him about that date. it isn’t until he realizes you’ve been gone much longer than a bathroom break that seonghwa starts to worry, so he shoots you a quick text, telling you it’s picking up again and he needs you up front, which isn’t wrong. you respond with a quick ‘k’ and then you’re emerging from the kitchen, a cheeky smile gracing your lips that you’re failing to hide. 

“what took you so long?” seonghwa grumbles as you pass behind him and you shrug.

“just needed a break after talking to mr. greasebag,” you reply. “thanks for getting rid of him by the way.”

“don’t mention it,” seonghwa brushes it off. “he was bothering me too.”

“really?” you ask, surprised. “how?”

“i don’t like seeing you upset,” he says, and then a customer pulls him away, leaving you unsure of how to take that sweet sentiment. 

your shift carries on, a steady stream of people coming up to the bar so that you’re not overwhelmed but you don’t get another still moment until the party is almost over. you’re actually thrilled you won’t be working the dinner shift after this, because now you’re exhausted. you and seonghwa go about resetting the bar for the next bartenders, and you smile when you see wooyoung emerge from the kitchen. 

“what are you doing up here?” seonghwa asks.

“aw, not happy to see me?” wooyoung pouts, and you can’t help but giggle at the way seonghwa glares back at him. “don’t need you though, i’m here for y/n.”

“yeah, just gimme a sec,” you tell him, and he nods before leaning against the bar to watch you work. you start to pass by seonghwa to clean the mats in your hands, but a firm grip on your arm stops you cold. 

“i thought i said to tell him no,” he all but growls in your ear, and you can’t contain your smirk as you reply.

“yeah, but there were no rules for what to do if i asked him out,” you say simply, and you turn around to get back to work, leaving seonghwa steaming behind you. he goes back to work, watching as wooyoung leans over the bar to giggle about something with you. when he sits back down, seonghwa joins you at the sink, politely gesturing for the spray nozzle so he can get the gross bits out of the container in his hand. you let him have space next to you, and he starts rinsing out the bin but angles it just so and sprays water all over you.

“oops,” he frowns, glancing over your soaking shirt. “shame.”

“seonghwa? what the fuck?!” you shriek. “i can’t go out like this!” 

“what’d you do man?” wooyoung asks from behind you, but he’s out of both your minds by now.

“cmon, i have an extra shirt in my locker,” seonghwa says as he guides you by the hip. he looks over to wooyoung and says, “she’ll go out with you another night kid.”

“i could help her-”

“wooyoung,” you hiss, looking at him and trying to send a signal that the plan worked. he looks confused for a second, then it clicks. you wanted to rile seonghwa up the whole time, and that’s obviously worked, so wooyoung’s job here is done. he watches on proudly as seonghwa leads you to the back, and once he has you by the lockers you shrug him off. 

“ah, don’t be a baby,” seonghwa chides. “you set this up.”

“did not.”

“did too!”

“whatever,” you sigh while seonghwa shuffles in his locker. “just give me your shirt so i can go home. i need to wash this shit off me now.”

“no?” seonghwa says, standing as he hands you the shirt. he leans in closer to you as he speaks. “did you forget? you’re coming with me, kitten. now go change so we can leave without your nipples saying hi to everyone in the restaurant.”

-

the ride to seonghwa’s apartment was tense, mostly because he was trying to act like he’s not currently taking you home to rock your shit while that’s all you can think about. seonghwa was asking you about this new album by an artist you like, then he told you about a restaurant he tried that just opened by his house. meanwhile, you’re carefully watching the way his hand grips the steering wheel, or trying hard not to notice how nice his thighs look as he drives. 

“stop doing that,” seonghwa finally says, and your eyes snap to his face, your cheeks warm knowing that you got caught staring.

“stop doing what?”

“looking at me like you wanna fuck me.”

“but i do, that’s why i’m here.”

“yeah, but stop doing it,” he says sternly. “at least while i’m driving. it’s distracting. makes me wanna pull over and have my way with you right here.”

“i’m not opposed,” you start to say, and seonghwa’s hand falls to your thigh, giving it a warning squeeze.

“no,” he replies. “behave, it’s just a few more minutes.”

“you’re mean,” you mumble, slumping further into your seat.

“you like it,” he says with a smirk, and that finally shuts you up. seonghwa’s smile grows but he tries to hide it as he takes the turn for his street. you’ve never been to his place before, but just from friendly talk at work you always knew he lived on this side of town. it’s nice, you think. very clean cut neighborhood, a modern looking building that seonghwa stops in front of. it’s all very him, sleek and strong and nice to look at. the feeling of seonghwa’s hand leaving your thigh pulls you from your thoughts, and then he’s coming around to your side of the car to help you out. he keeps an arm around you as you walk into the building, on the elevator, and down the hall to his apartment. once the door’s open and he welcomes you inside, you’re met with a sight and a scent that reminds you of home. it envelopes you at the door and you take a deep breath, letting it out in a yelp when seonghwa surprises you with a kiss to your neck. “what are you doing?” he asks, continuing to kiss along your skin.

“smells nice in here,” you hum, “just admiring that i’m about to sleep with a guy that knows how to keep a clean apartment.”

“y/n please tell me you don’t usually fuck losers with stinky houses,” he says, pulling back from you slightly. 

“don’t say it like that,” you laugh, turning to look at him. he lets his arms drape around your waist, caging you against him. you rest your hands on his chest as you continue. “you know how hard it’s been for me to find a man.”

“good thing i’m right here,” he says with a smug smile, and you have to ignore the weird way your heart jumps at his words.

“so,” you say as you play with a spot on his shirt.

“so.”

“what are your rules?”

“hm,” he thinks for a moment. “go lay down on the bed, shirt off.”

“dang, you’re copying me now?” you tease, and a quick pinch to your ass sets you in motion. you pull back from seonghwa and ask, “where’s your room, boss man?”

“on the left,” he replies. “get comfortable.”

you take your time walking to his room, waiting until you’ve disappeared down the hall to pull your (seonghwa’s) shirt off and drop it on the floor outside what you assume is his room. you walk inside and that’s immediately confirmed by the clean bed, the tidy shelves with all of his collectibles you’ve heard about, and the smell. it smells like seonghwa, and you wander around the room, taking it in but also looking for the source of the sweet, fresh scent that follows him everywhere. you find some lotion and sprays over by his closet, and you’re caught snooping when seonghwa appears in the doorway. you hear him scoff, and you look up with his lotion in your hand.

“is this what you’ve been using lately?” you ask, and he nods.

“ok, i know i told you to get comfortable, but this isn’t what i meant,” he chuckles, sauntering over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “at least you took your shirt off, you can sort of follow directions.”

“i’m working on it,” you assure him, and he pulls you closer to his body roughly. you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass, and you take in a breath at the touch.

“since you can’t do what i ask the first time, i’m changing my rules a little bit,” he whispers gravely into your ear. “lay down on the bed. now.” you do as he says, skin warming at the dark way seonghwa’s staring at you. you can tell something in him has changed, and you’re excited to see this side of him. he slowly takes his shirt off before joining you, climbing over you until his arms are beside your head and his bulge is level with your core. he quickly traps your lips in a kiss, one of his hands carding through your hair to clear it from your face completely. you easily fall into a rhythm, brushing your hands over his cheeks to cup his face above you as he explores your mouth. kissing him is nice, his lips are so soft and he’s so ready to devour you. you haven’t felt wanted like this in a long time, but the more you’re with seonghwa the more confident you feel.

“hey,” you say when he pulls away to take a breath. “you’re good at that.”

“what, making out?” he smiles, and you nod. you kiss him again, but he pulls away again. “i like when you tell me what i’m good at. say more stuff.”

“you’re good at driving me insane,” you start off.

“really? good or bad thing?”

“yes,” you reply, and he buries his face in your neck as laughs. “i like it though. like today at work, you were driving me crazy. but honestly? since you kissed me in the cooler i’ve been all tingly. you’re good at that too, making me feel things i’ve never felt before.” seonghwa places one last kiss on your lips before sitting up.

“ok, speaking of,” he starts. “i want to try something. i’ve done it before but i’m not sure if you have, and if you don’t like it, just tell me, i’ll stop, it won’t bother me-”

“hwa,” you cut him off. “just say it, i trust you.”

“can i tie you up?” he asks finally. “keep you from touching what’s not yours.”

“yeah, you can,” you whisper, your heartbeat picking up at the thought. seonghwa pecks you softly before getting up, heading to his closet to grab something from the top shelf. his hand emerges with silk restraints, and you feel yourself clench around nothing. 

“need you naked first,” he says, and you wait for him to make another move, but he just stays watching you. “y/n?” he asks darkly, “said i need you naked. are you that bad at doing what i say?”

“no,” you reply shyly, making quick work of your pants and the final few garments left on your body. when you take your panties off you gasp, feeling the cool air hit your pussy. it’s so wet that seonghwa can see it glistening from where he stands, and you watch as he literally licks his lips while he checks you out. once you’re fully undressed, you sit with your hands in your lap, waiting for seonghwa to tell you what to do next.

“can i tie your arms together?” he asks, and you nod. “what about your legs? can i tie them to the bed, or is that too much?”

“you’re kinky,” you say with an excited smile, and seonghwa blushes. “do whatever you want with me, if it’s too much i’ll tell you.”

“ok,” he says sweetly, and then he gets to work. he helps you lay down, starting with your arms. “hold them out for me, wrists together.” you do as he says, and he coos, “good girl.” he starts by wrapping the silk around your wrists a few times, checking the tightness before he moves to attach the silk to his headboard. once everything is secure, he kisses down your arms, over your shoulder, across your collarbone. he stops right below your chin to suck a love bite onto your skin, pulling away with your skin still trapped between his teeth. you mewl at the feeling, and he kisses further down your body, kissing down the valley of your chest and further down to your core. he ignores where you need him most, instead kissing down the inside of your thighs. he sits up again, pulling more silk from the end of the bed. “spread your legs for me,” he instructs, and you do as he says. he takes your right ankle in his hand, carefully wrapping it like he did with your wrists. he gets off the bed then, taking care to tie your restraint to the bed frame. he crosses the bed and does the same with your left leg, tugging just slightly to get you to open up for him more. once he’s satisfied with his work, he steps back and admires you all splayed out for him. he’s standing there too long for your liking, so you squirm, and he tsks. “can’t be patient? i’m enjoying the view.”

“it’s better up close,” you tell him. “promise.”

“is it?” he asks, and you nod as he climbs back onto the bed. he stops at your core, staring up at you from between your legs. you’re watching his every move, and with his eyes locked onto yours, he blows directly on your cunt, causing you to squirm again, but the ties hold you in place. you whimper, and seonghwa smiles like the devil himself. “what’s wrong?” he asks in mock concern, and you whine again. “use your words.”

“eat me out,” you beg.

“that’s all you wanted?” he asks, and you nod frantically. “don’t come until i tell you to,” he warns, and then he’s diving in. he latches onto your clit, sucking on it harshly and making you cry out. he licks down to your entrance, groaning at the taste, and he slips his tongue in to gather more of your arousal. he pulls back, licking his lips before he says, “how have i gone this long without tasting your pussy? it’s divine.”

“divine?” you laugh, but seonghwa’s tongue back on your clit quiets the rest of your smart remark.

“you’re cocky for someone tied up and at my mercy right now,” he says into your cunt, and the vibration sends a jolt through your core. “mm, i love how you react to me.”

“and how is that?”

“like no one’s touched you like this before,” he says before he spreads your lips and finds your entrance again. he loves the taste of you, alternating between playing with your hole and kitten licking your bundle of nerves. soon you can feel the coil tightening in your stomach, and before you know it, seonghwa’s pulling back from you completely. 

“what, i-”

“i said you can’t come until i say,” he reminds you, and you let out a pathetic sound. “don’t whine, it’ll feel better in the end. are you still good though?”

“i’d be better if you let me come-”

“you talk too much,” he shakes his head, kneeling between your legs as he finishes undressing himself. he stands at the foot of the bed to kick his pants and his boxers off, stroking himself as he admires you before him, chest rising and falling rapidly and core dripping in the most sinful way possible. he walks to the side of the bed, cock still in his hand, and when he reaches your head he simply says, “suck.”

you turn to the side and open your mouth, welcoming him in as seonghwa leans against the bed to bury his cock down your throat. he groans at the familiar warmth, and you didn’t realize how badly you wanted this too. you try your best to bob on his cock, but all you can really do is hollow your cheeks and let seonghwa fuck your throat. you do your best to watch him above you, core clenching at the way he’s falling apart. he looks down and catches your eye, and he gets an idea. he leans down over you so that his hand can reach your clit, and he starts rubbing harsh circles over it as you work on his cock.

“keep your eyes on me,” he says, and you try to look up at him as best you can. “there she is. need to know when you’re close, keep watching me baby.” you moan at his words, jaw falling slack as his speed picks up on your clit. he slips out of your mouth, saliva and precum dribbling on your lips. his cock falls to your cheek, further making a mess of you, and seonghwa moans as he watches on in awe. he takes his free hand and uses it to guide his cock across your cheek, your tongue out to catch him, but he just makes a mess of you instead, his hand dipping down to your entrance to fuck two fingers into your core. “you look so good like this baby. i like it messy.”

“i’m,” you gasp, “i’m gonna come.” and then his hands are pulled from you completely, and he steps back from the bed altogether. you whine, arms tugging at your restraints to reach for him or to go to your core and finish what seonghwa started. he just chuckles at you struggling, reaching into his nightstand for a condom.

“i would ask you to put this on for me,” he says before tearing the package with his teeth, “but you’re a little tied up right now.”

“is that supposed to be funny,” you groan, mouth watering at the way seonghwa strokes himself before rolling the condom down his length. he finally lays on top of you again, and he kisses you deeply. your hands tug again, wishing you could run your hands through his hair, pull him closer, because he still feels so far away. you jolt in sensitivity feeling his cock at your entrance, and you let out a silent scream as he sheathes himself inside you.

“oh fuck baby,” he groans. “forgot how warm you are. shit.”

“you feel so good seonghwa. fit inside me so well.”

“like i was made for you,” he says, and you moan his name, causing a shiver to run down his spine. he slowly starts to build his pace, thrusting all the way out and all the way back in, but your restraints are so tight they hold you in place. seonghwa’s hand finds your clit again, and your legs start to go numb as he draws his name into your mound. you try to kick out, trying to tell him it’s too much, you can’t take it, but he’s always a step ahead of you, pulling out and leaving his hand on your waist as you gasp for air.

“please, seonghwa,” you beg, tears starting to form in your eyes. “i can’t take it, i need to come. please let me come, please. i’ll be so good, i promise.”

“you’ve done well,” he nods. “but you can take one more.”

“no i can’t!” you cry, and he shakes his head. 

“you can and you will,” and then he’s reaching back down to your core, slapping against your clit and watching gleefully as you jerk with the contact. when he stops, he dips his fingers back to your core, easily sliding three digits in. he scissors you slowly, stretching you for his cock once more, and he pulls at that soft spot inside you just right. you’re crying out, so close to the edge, if he would just press a little harder-

and then he’s pulling back from you again, your entire body shaking, arms and legs thrashing against your ties. tears are streaming down your face and you look at seonghwa, dried spit and precum on your cheeks. he could come just at the sight of you, but he decides you’ve had enough and fucks into you again. his pace this time is relentless, close to his own release. he doesn’t bother with your clit this time, knowing by the way you’re helplessly begging please over and over again that you won’t need much to fall of the edge this time. he tugs your chin up, silently asking you to look at him, and you admire the sweat dripping down his forehead and the way he looks at you like you own the world. you smile slightly through your tears, and seonghwa squeezes your chin in his hand.

“please,” you whisper, voice teary and eyes blurry. you watch a soft smile take over seonghwa’s features briefly before that dark look returns to his eyes.

“come with me baby,” he says. “come with me, now, you can do it, keep watching me-” and then you’re crying out, pussy spasming over his cock as he buries his load in the condom. your entire body is shaking, hands and feet going numb at the sensation. seonghwa stops moving, but you’re jerking with the aftershock of your orgasm, and he stills on top of you to give you time to come down. you remember feeling him pull out of you, and you remember the soft kisses he placed to your forehead as he untied your limbs, but after that you just remember feeling warm and at peace as you drifted off to sleep.

-

when you wake up the next day, your first thought is that you’re home in your bed. but a slight shift in your posture tells you you’re not alone, seonghwa’s long limbs tangled with yours under his plush blanket. your face warms as you remember what you did last night, and then your chest warms as you feel seonghwa’s arms pull you closer into his chest. 

“morning,” he grumbles into the back of your neck. “how’d you sleep?”

“fine,” you start. “but i feel like i’m wearing the world’s largest backpack right now.”

“hm, too bad,” he sighs, holding you even tighter. “‘m tired.”

“go back to sleep,” you tell him, reaching for the top of the comforter to peel it away from your body. seonghwa’s hand comes out quickly to stop you, softly trapping you in his embrace under the covers. 

“if i go back to sleep then so do you,” he says. “i owe you breakfast, so you have to stay.”

“no you don’t-”

“don’t argue,” he says before yawning. he stills again, and you think he’s drifted off when he speaks again. “you’re not gonna go back to sleep are you?” 

“no,” you laugh, and you can feel the smile on his lips as he kisses your bare shoulder. 

“fine,” he groans, untangling from you and laying on his back. you roll over to watch him, eyes following the way his muscles twist and contract as he sits up to stretch. “what do you want to eat?”

“french toast,” you reply immediately, and seonghwa smiles. “and coffee.”

“coffee i have, french toast i’ll have to order,” he says as he reaches for his phone.

“do you mind if i go make some then?” you ask, and he looks at you skeptically.

“you’re not trying to dip out on me are you?” he asks warily, and you smile.

“i’ll bring this with me to prove i’m coming back,” you say as you stand up, gripping the comforter around yourself to combat the cold of seonghwa’s apartment. “want me to turn the heat on?”

“please,” seonghwa begs. “my nipples are so hard they’re gonna freeze and fall off.”

“sexy,” you laugh as you look for some slippers or something to keep your feet warm before you leave. seonghwa watches on fondly while you shuffle around his room ridiculously. “so coffee?”

“i would tell you to make yourself at home but you’re good at doing that already,” he says. “everything you need is in the cabinet above the coffee maker, just yell if you need something.”

“gotcha,” you say as you slide yourself into the hallway, the comforter trailing behind you like a cape. seonghwa feels some type of way seeing you so comfortable in his space, using his things like your own. he tries to shake that feeling as he scrolls on his phone for the right restaurant. 

meanwhile, you’re nosing around in his kitchen. you found the coffee easily enough, but you got bored as you waited for it to brew. you start looking around his kitchen, noting the kind of snacks he has, counting up all the things he’s stolen from the restaurant (he has more than you do, which is impressive). you find yourself staring at what’s on his fridge, a collection of magnets from places he must have visited mixed in with some silly pop culture ones. you notice a little calendar too, and you realize quickly it’s got his work schedule on it. no, you don’t have his schedule memorized, but you do remember how often you see him in a week, so. shut up. but as you’re looking, you notice something else. on the days that he’s marked as working, every once in a while there’s a little star drawn down in the corner too. you wonder what that could mean when you hear seonghwa clearing his throat behind you.

“food should be here in 30 minutes,” he says simply, an eyebrow quirked as he watches you back away from his fridge like you totally weren’t just reading his personal calendar. then you notice that he’s fully dressed, sweats and a comfy sweater, and a chill runs down your spine.

“hey, you took away my favorite view,” you pout, and he chuckles as he walks up to you, holding out a pile of clothes. “these aren’t mine.”

“i know,” he says. “you came in your uniform, remember? the one i soaked?”

“cheeky.”

“it’s in the wash right now,” he says, ignoring you and pushing the clothes into your hands. “go change into this so you’ll stop shivering, you can change into your uniform when you leave for work. it should be done by then.”

“you want me to stay all day?” you ask, your heart picking up speed as you take the clothes from hwa.

“well, i mean, we woke up pretty late,” he starts, hand flying to the back of his neck in embarrassment. “so it won’t be that long, i just, i figured that’s how long it would take for your uniform to dry. that’s all.”

“take a breath, hwa,” you laugh, and the blush on his cheeks deepens. “if i’m staying all day then i’m making you watch that show i told you about.”

“that’s fine,” he nods, and you start walking toward his room. “put my comforter back properly, please.”

“so bossy,” you call over your shoulder, and then you’re back in his room to change. the clothes he gave you are warm, did he toss them in the dryer? either way, you slide them on and then get to work making the bed. once you’re satisfied, or you at least think seonghwa would be satisfied, you head back to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee. you find seonghwa leaning against the counter, and when he sees you dressed head to toe in his clothes he can’t help but smile. he’s been trying hard to figure out what it is that he feels for you, and the longer you stay here the more complicated his thoughts are getting. 

“i didn’t know how you take your coffee,” seonghwa tells you, gesturing to the mug of coffee he poured for you. he’s got creamer and sugar out next to it, but you take the warm cup and take a sip before deciding what to add. 

“do you have cinnamon?” you ask, and he thinks for a moment before he puts his mug down and turns to one of his cabinets. after messing around in there for a few seconds, he finds a measly container of cinnamon and passes it to you gently.

“can i say something?” he asks out of the blue, and you nod, encouraging him to continue as you stir your coffee. “you look hot in my clothes.”

“oh,” you cough, the sip you were in the middle of taking going down the wrong way. seonghwa rushes to your side, patting your back to help clear your throat. “thanks?”

“sorry if that was weird, i just-”

“what are we, seonghwa?” you ask, and he stops cold. “like, i don’t wanna go there, but i think we have to, right? i mean, you’ve been looking at me weird all morning, and i’ve been feeling things i don’t understand, and i know we like to fuck but...should it be more than that?”

“do you want it to be more than that?” he asks, and now you’re not sure what to say. “because, honestly, i’d be willing to try.”

“oh,” you squeak out. “al-alright.”

“alright?” he laughs. “that’s it? what do you want from this? no judgement, i swear.”

“what are those little stars for on your calendar?” you ask instead, and seonghwa’s face turns a precious shade of red.

“um, that’s for the days that we work together,” he answers, and you’re sure your face is so red it matches his now. “not sure why, but i look forward to those shifts for some reason.”

“hm, wonder why,” you say with a shy smile, sipping from your coffee to hide it. but seonghwa is still watching you, and you start again. “so you want to try...? try what exactly?”

“well, a lot of things,” he says suggestively, and you roll your eyes. “with you, obviously. but among them i think, maybe, a date?”

“that would be nice,” you agree, and seonghwa smiles proudly. 

“noted,” he nods. “i’ll think of something nice.”

“can’t wait.”

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Hi! Happy new year!

Could you do a TBB Hunter x reader where Hunter gets protective and a confession follows?

It’s totally ok if not, no pressure 👍🏽😉

Protective

Summary: You're fed up with how protective Hunter is and when you confront him about it, he tells you why. Warnings: none :) Word Count: 670 Notes: live laugh love protective hunter <3

You joined the Bad Batch after you teamed up with them for a job, and since then, you became really close with everyone. You clicked with them instantly, especially with Hunter. You both were natural leaders and put the rest of the squad before yourselves. It felt easy to talk to him, which led to him being the one you were closest with.

However, one thing that bugged you was how...protective he was. You could understand why he had that habit with the war and running from the Empire, but you had proved yourself very capable before. Yet, he always put you in positions that didn't require being in any fight or putting himself between you and danger.

At first, it was fine. You just followed his orders and if that meant him getting you out of a fight before anyone else, then you listened. But it got annoying as time went on. You wanted to fight, you wanted to protect the squad, but Hunter didn't want you to even get close to danger.

You thought you were being overdramatic about it, but it all boiled over on one job.

Sid had told you all that with the good pay of this job, there was a good amount of danger. Hunter came up with a plan on the flight to the location and once the ship landed, everyone filed out of the ship. You went to follow them, but Hunter stopped you.

"You're staying here," he said, standing between you and the exit.

"What? Why?" You replied, crossing your arms in front of you.

"You heard Sid, it's dangerous-"

"But you're still letting Omega go?" You spat, cutting him off. You took a deep breath, trying not to yell at him. "Listen, I get you just want to keep everyone safe, but this is ridiculous, Hunter! You know I'm more than capable of taking care of myself and holding my own in a fight, but you won't let me go anywhere dangerous, you won't let me stay and fight with you, you won't let me do anything! I wanna pull my weight on this team, which includes fighting alongside you and the rest of the squad, but I can't do that if you keep stopping me!"

Hunter sighed. "Just follow orders-"

"No, I won't! I don't care if I'm being overdramatic right now, but I want you to trust me-"

"It's not that I don't trust you," he cut you off. "I...I don't want to risk losing you."

"What?"

After a beat of silence, he continued. "These past few months with you in the squad have been great, and I enjoy talking to you and spending time with you. You understand me, you and I just work, y'know? I...I love you, okay? I don't want to lose you because I love you."

Your eyes widened at the confession. "You love me?"

Hunter nodded. He could hear your heart beating faster, and he hoped that it was a good thing. He didn't plan on telling you that on this mission, or ever. He didn't want to ruin what he had with you, and with you two being stuck on a ship together with four other people, he didn't want to make things awkward.

You smiled at him. "I love you, too, but you could've just said that instead of keeping me off of missions."

Hunter laughed. "I'm trying to keep you safe, cyar'ika."

You step closer to him, like you were going to kiss him. Your breath hit his lips, his eyes lowering to your lips before meeting your gaze.

"I can handle myself, Hunter. I'm going on the mission," you said softly before teasingly brushing past him and out of the ship.

Hunter felt his face heat up and his heart beat quickly as he watched you walk down the ramp and join the others. You looked over your shoulder at him and winked.

If he didn't die in a fight, you were going to be the death of him.

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[spacemagicandlaserswords]

The Bad Batch 3.4 ‘A Different Approach’ Recap

Gif from this post by @azertyrobaz because despite my efforts, the Tumblr gif search function is trash and I couldn't find any gifs from this season.

They’re back together again! But oh boy, is that going to be one tense and fraught conversation when they finally stop staring at each other from across the large space between them that is doing an excellent job as the visual metaphor for the vast chasm that’s opened up between them. Obvious symbolism aside, onto the live blog reaction recap part.

Well that shuttle isn’t going to last long

Aw, the first thing Omega thinks to do is contact Hunter T_T

“I can see that.” — LMAO the sass XD

This shuttle feels a lot bigger than it looks. How does it have 2 levels? Tardis shuttle?

Down we go!

That’s the shot of Omega piloting a ship from the trailer

A cold planet and all they’ve got is what they’re wearing? Not good

Yus, Omega wants to go back to free the other clones! I’m glad someone hasn’t forgotten about them. They’re totally going to go back to Mount Tantiss, though Crosshair absolutely (and understandably) does not want to. I still think a theme for this season is going to be something related to what Rex is up to and freeing the clones from the Empire.

Crosshair just magically acquiring a backpack somehow

That’s the shot of the crashed shuttle from the trailer

Still really curious as to what Scorch and all the commandos with the glowing visors are up to

Nala Se regretting her life choices

“That is most surprising.” — LMAO, suuuuuuuure

Hemlock is not falling for her nonsense at all

“False positives are to be expected.” — ahahahahahaha that is a desperate deflection. She is are so screwed

“Your future, however, is less certain.” — yes good excellent tear the bitch apart

Well that clothing on the line is totally going to get stolen

Painfully clear in two shots that the locals are friendly with the Imperials

It's Star Wars, so of course that means, ponchos!

Omega and Crosshair are wearing Imperial clothing. How are they not getting spotted immediately?

“The hound” — Crosshair, her name is Batcher. He’s totally going to slowly warm up to her over the season though, culminating in finally calling Batcher by her name. Similar to Crosshair finally calling Omega by her name.

Lol called it. Clothing stolen off the line

“No.” — CACKLING 

Crosshair, wtf are you wearing?!

I think we had that shot of the shuttle flying over the town in the trailer as well. They’re really going through a lot of what was in the trailer, which is to be expected as Disney has a track record of only putting footage from the first half of a season in trailers.

Crosshair is very keen to shoot first and ask questions later

“I can hardly wait.” — More cackling. Loving Crosshairs utterly done sarcastic sass

Lmao subtle Omega xD

Crosshair is looking very dystopian sci-fi zombie apocalypse in his natty little outfit with ridiculous head tube thing

“Sounds like a you problem.” — Lol which writer has been on the internet far too much?

“Well that went well. Stow it.” — CACKLING

“Then quit wasting time complaining.” — ahahahah I’m loving Omega’s sass as well. She’s not taking any of Crosshair’s nonsense

“Of course you do.” — LMAO Crosshair is so done XD

Hmmm, that street urchin is definitely going to be important later

Crosshair is so unimpressed. What have they been teaching her while I was gone?

Really like how the only thing you can really see clearly of Crosshair’s face in his outfit is the reflection of his eyes. That’s also plenty for the tapetum lucidum fandom headcanon to run with.

Omega’s making excellent use of appearing like a cute, sweet, innocent little child in her scamming.

Why is the bartender droid Scottish?

Crosshair lurking in the shadows with about as much subtlety as Rex was in Cid's bar in season 1

Are these stormtroopers clones or natborns? I don’t think we’ve seen any clones in clone trooper armour yet this season. They do turn up eventually because you can see some of them behind Wolffe in that shot of him during the trailer. I’m guessing they’re using this as a way of visually representing the difference between the clones and stormtroopers? 

Crosshair clicking his tongue 👀 That’s going to send the Crosswhores absolutely wild.

“Never seen you or your dad around before” — He said the thing! He said the thing! CrossDad confirmed!

Scottish bartender droid has turned into exposition droid

“You seem to have misunderstood your enemy.” — hmmm, why do I have a bad feeling about this that this is going to come back and bite everyone in the ass later on in the season? 

Does anyone know what this card game is? I not sure if it’s sabacc

This Imperial Captain really is a ridiculously OTT caricature of a slimy, corrupt officer. And why does he sound like a character from Wallace and Gromit?

Those 5,000 extra credits are totally going to get swindled out of them

Crosshair ready to throw down with a kid 

Lmao doubly called it! That street urchin was gonna turn up again and the extra credits were lost almost immediately

What on earth was that cockney street urchin accent anyway. What is this, Oliver Twist?

Crosshair don’t even kid yourself, there’s no way you’re going to abandon Omega

Why is the Empire keeping even more animals in cages?

Lol of course he wasn’t going to abandon her

“But my skills are being wasted.” — Crosshair really wants to shoot things

“Noted.” — LMAO

Did the machine operator just spot Omega and Crosshair?

“Shouldn’t we free the other animals too?” — She’s totally going to free the other animals. Omega’s already done that once before when she freed Muchi as a distraction during season 1. Crosshair sounds so done XD

Well that’s gone well, and predictably

Lau? What’s Lau? Who’s Lau? Is Lau the planet they’re on? Or the town they’re in? Or is Lau the name of the Wallace and Gromit captain? What is this Lau?

The upside down cone hats on the locals look familiar. They kind of remind me of some of the hats the Neimoidians wore

We keep getting shots of that stormtrooper at the top of the tower. Are they going to be important?

Noticed that the stormtroopers seem to have 2 small vertical grey lines on the top left side of their helmets. I wonder what these signify? Or if they signify anything at all?

“Let’s try things your way.” — Time for Crosshair to shoot some things! That “Finally” was almost purred

Oh no, shaking hand. It is the one he shoots with as well

Lol called it again, Omega frees all the animals so they can escape in the chaos that ensues

Was that a rubber chicken noise?!

More shots of that stormtrooper on the top of the tower. Hmmm, who are you?

Rip the Wallace and Gromit captain. The tentacles got him

Lol @ the stormtrooper getting blasted off the top of the tower

New ship acquired! +10 space grand larceny points

Is this still Scorch talking to Hemlock at the shuttle crash site? Scorch, what are you doing? What are you up to?

“Notify all our operatives” — What operatives? Is this where the bounty hunters come in?

“I’m heading to a remote location,” — nooooooooo not Pabu

Omg are they actually going to reunite in this episode?

That was surprisingly gentle from Crosshair

Oh, not Pabu then. Random isolated moon? Where is this? Omg what if this is the same moon the Tribunal crashed on?

Aw, there’s the Marauder! Though not for long, going off what was in the new short trailer that was released today.

The music here is beautiful

Omg they’re actually reuniting. Legit tearing up

Aaaaaaah the way Wrecker hugged Omega *sobbing*

Aw they’re both crying

“Five.” — oh fuck

All the tears

Bad Batch theme?

“I had help.” — here we go

Omg the look on Hunter’s face as he looks over Omega’s shoulder

The long shot of Crosshair descending the ramp of the cargo ship on the left side of the frame and Wrecker, Omega, and Hunter on the right side of the frame is so, so good. The cinematography and framing in this is just fantastic

…Wrecker?

Oooookay, this is tense. Omega’s picked up on it too.

You can see Crosshairs face briefly look almost open before he immediately hardens and closes himself off and almost braces for a fight

Asd;flkj you can’t leave it there! Talk to each other!!!

Tbh I wasn’t expecting that reaction from Wrecker. Hunter, sure, but not Wrecker. Cautious and wary maybe but not almost openly hostile. That is going to be one awkward and fraught conversation next episode.

I’m really glad they actually showed Wrecker crying. That it’s ok for men to cry and show emotions.

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[freesia-writes]

Chapter 4: Instigation

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance.

COVER ART BY @zaana!! And this was my first fanfic ever, y'all! :D

Master List of Chapters

Tech was inspecting the repairs.

He followed a few wires, brow furrowed as he calculated their paths with bright brown eyes behind his angular helmet. He traced them again, from the base of one plug to the port it entered. Lowering his visor, he considered the blueprint for this particular capacitor, noting the differences before him. Finally, he let out a deep sigh and raised a finger to his ear.

"Hunter?" "Go ahead," came the reply. "I cannot determine precisely how, but the capacitor is functioning at twice the usual limit. It is as if the wattage has been doubled, but all I can see are some crossed wires that, by my estimation, would overload it if ignited. And yet, it is running efficiently and showing no signs of deterioration. I am concerned that our new passenger may plan to sabotage us, but I do not yet see how." "Why don't you go find out?" Hunter responded. "We both know that is a job far more suited to you, as I lack the traditional social skills to navigate such a precarious retrieval of information," Tech responded, corners of his mouth frowning with unease.

"That wasn't a question, Tech."

The transmitter clicked off. Tech lifted his visor, took one last long look at the capacitor, and closed the panel. It seemed like a ridiculous waste of time to question the hostage, as she was surely unwilling to comply with any requests that weren't her own. But his curiosity was getting the best of him. The capacitor simply should not be functioning at that level. He turned toward the lift and the door slid open in front of him. He stepped inside, activating his recording system as the doors closed and the floor lurched downward. A moment later, the door whooshed back, revealing a less-than-hospitable cargo hold with a makeshift prison on one side. The lights were dingy, though thankfully not flickering. This was an area more suited for Wrecker's living quarters, piled high with dusty supplies and dirty crates. The prison had held a number of quarries over the years, and it had been modified and improved with each use. Tech ascertained the holding cell as he approached; it seemed intact and he had every reason to believe it was. And there was the prisoner. Vel, she had said. No last name, no other information. She sat on the bench, knees folded into her chest, arms across the top. Her head rested upon them, face downward, hair scattered across. Tech hesitated, unsure if this was a good time. He started to turn back toward the lift when he heard a dry voice. "What do you want?" she asked, not moving from her position. "I am sorry to interrupt," Tech began, "But I was looking--" "What is it you're interrupting? My pointless captivity? Being held against my will by you 'heroes'? I'm not exactly studying Zygerrian jewelry making in here."

"Ah, yes. Good point. I am unsure as to the future plans for your placement," Tech responded, uncomfortable yet unfazed, "But I would be remiss if I did not inquire further as to your repairs on the Marauder when I was... unavailable." "Yeah, you like that little trick?" she said, still unmoving. "I used to make a lot of money with that modification. Off the books, of course." "You have performed it on other vessels?" Tech asked, coming closer now, "How did you manage to adjust the wattage to avoid overheating, considering the specific limitations of different ships?" "I didn't cross all the wires, only certain ones. Positive charges cancel each other out, right? But increasing the overall function is possible by overriding the capacitor's internal regulator. They use the same model on a variety of ships, but instead of building them all different sizes, they just adjust the regulator. I don't know where you got yours, but it was set for a ship half this size." At this, Tech stiffened slightly, "We bartered for it in a Corellian shipyard, with a trader who knows his machinery inside and out. I personally ensured that it was compatible with our system." "Ah, Corellian. What a surprise. They would never lie for profit, would they?" Vel replied. "Well, I suppose anyone could theoretically lie for profit, but I cannot see the reason that this particular--" "Believe whatever you want, Tack. It's working better now, isn't it?" "Yes. It is. And it's 'Tech', for the record," he said, looking up the purchase order and merchant history on his datapad. He turned to leave, typing away, but paused for a moment and looked over his shoulder. Vel was still curled up, rocking her head back and forth ever so slightly, lifting one foot and then the other, in a pose that was somehow defeated yet indignant. "Would you like some additional sustenance?" Tech asked, bringing up the inventory on his screen. "It is my understanding that the rations can become tiresome to those who prefer variety." Finally, movement. Vel lifted her head from her arms, her dark and messily-textured hair shifting back around her face. She was incredibly plain, with virtually nothing to distinguish her from so many others of her kind. Clothed in a simple black tunic, grey leggings, and black boots, she could be dropped off at virtually any spaceport and blend right in. She tilted her head to the side, regarding the clone in front of her with a jaunty air. Tech waited for an answer, remaining silent as he observed her response. She pursed her lips, seemingly torn between the desire to be completely independent and the desire for anything but the dull ration bars that had been her diet since her capture. "What does it matter?" she asked, leaning back against the wall to unfold her legs in front of her. She leaned forward, elbows on knees, returning her head to the bowed position in her hands. "I've got nowhere to go and nothing to do. Might as well have nothing to eat."

"I fail to see the line of reason throughout those statements," Tech replied, adjusting his visor down over his goggles, "But I will accept your decision." With no further indication of interaction from Vel, he turned to the lift and stepped inside, watching her for a moment before the doors closed.

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[writing-reaper]

Mother’s Day

The Bad Batch x Reader

Description: Having learned about the holiday while in the market, Omega decides that she wants to get you a gift for Mother’s Day. So, while you run some errands for Cid, Omega and the Batch run around looking for the perfect gift.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Warnings: SHORT, fluff, shit-post

“Easy there, sweetheart!” You exclaim as Omega jumps down from a chair. She looks over at you and gives you a small nod before you turned back to the clerk, trying to bargain the knife you found for a lower cost due to rust.

“50 credits and I’ll let your kid pick out a snack.” The clerk answers, nodding his head to Omega who had already been eyeing up the treats lined up on a shelf. Her eyes light up at the notion and you couldn’t help but smile, it was five credits over the price you wanted it for, but fair overall.

“Deal.” You answer, motioning for Omega to pick one, to which she quickly snatched up some tepasi taffy. You shake your head and smile as you retrieve the credits from your satchel. “Sorry, wait here a moment please.”

You wander off with a frown, five credits off from 50. The clerk turns to Omega, who had already started eating the taffy. You were only on the other end of the store, so the clerk spoke quietly.

“Get your mom something for Mother’s Day yet?” The clerk asks, eyeing you, trying to decide if this child could even be yours or if she was adopted. Maybe she was and she got the majority of her genes from one of those guys you always ran around with. Maker, you were talking to one of them even now, trying to sway those extra five credits you needed.

“No, what’s Mother’s Day?” Omega asks, looking confused. The clerk looked surprised.

“It’s a day where you show your mother that you appreciate her by getting her gifts.” The clerk explains.

“Here we are, fifty credits.” You exclaim, handing over the credits to the clerk. He nods and takes the credits.

“Happy Mothers Day.” He says before waving the two off. You muttered a thanks and took Omega’s hand as you left the shop.

“Happy?” Crosshair questions, a little annoyed that she hadn’t brought enough credits with her and he had to fork over that extra five credits.

“Very.” You answer, placing a kiss on his cheekbone. “I’ll get you your five credits back, I promise.”

“Whatever.” He huffs, a light pink flush on his cheeks.

“You two ready?” Hunter asks, holding two bags of supplies. Tech even held a large rope of wires.

“Yeah, we were just—” Hunter’s comm began to buzz so he answers it.

“Hey! I need one of you to run an errand for me.” Cid’s voice shouts through the comm. The group looks around at each other, eye rolls and annoyance evident on their faces.

“I can do it.” You pipe up. “You guys can head back to the ship, I’ll meet you there when I’m done.”

“Are you sure?” Hunter asks, a look of concern on his face.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You answer before comming Cid on your own device. “Alright Cid, what’s this errand?”

The group watches as you walk off, asking Cid for the details of this errand. Omega decided to take the chance to make her suggestion to the batch.

“Hunter!” Omega exclaims, looking excited. “We should get (Y/n) a Mother’s Day present!”

“What’s Mother’s Day?” Wrecker asks.

“And why (Y/n)? They’re not your mom.” Crosshair speaks up.

“No, but they act like they are.” Omega answers with a small frown, upset he’d shut down the idea so quickly.

“Mother’s Day is a holiday honoring motherhood that is observed in different forms throughout the galaxy.” Tech answers Wrecker, having just looked it up. “I believe (Y/n) is a fair candidate.”

“Alright, then what should we get them?” Hunter answers, not wanting to shut down the idea like Crosshair did. Besides, you deserved a gift. You’d done a lot for them within the recent months, maybe this would be the perfect time for all of them to show you their appreciation.

“I believe this should be Omega’s choice. However, we could also get her some flowers.” Tech suggests.

“This is ridiculous.” Crosshair scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“You’re welcome to bring everything back to the ship.” Hunter answers earning a glare from Crosshair.

“Fine. Someone has to make sure you actually pick out something good.” Crosshair answers.

The batch spent an hour running around to get some flowers and a gift for you. They all returned to the ship to find you alone in the ship, a smile on your lips.

“(Y/n) we got you a present!” Omega exclaims. You put on your best smile, happy to see the enthusiastic child.

“Thank you, Omega. You didn’t have to!” You answer smiling widely as the child hands you a small box. You feel hot tears well up in your eyes when you open the box to find a little silver necklace reading “we love you”. Hugging her tightly, your heart aches as you sob with joy. “Thank you guys. You all didn’t have to do this, really.”

“You deserve it, you’ve been a great help.” Hunter answers, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“I love you all too.” You say, holding up the small necklace.

“Happy Mothers Day to my best mom!” Omega exclaims with a giggle.

“Thank you Omega.”

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[devondeal]

❤️🧡💛💜 for unpopular asks game!

Hello wifey 🥰 thank you for the asks!! Gonna have fun with this one 😁

❤️ Which character do you think is egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

The Mirialan ladies Luminara Unduli and Barriss Offee one thousand percent. The way they have been demonized beyond reason is just so ridiculous and unfair to them.

I'm also going to say Ki Adi Mundi because I've seen takes that rip him to shreds for absolutely no reason. He barely has screen time and in the time we see him he's always polite and humorous. Yet the fandom thinks he's a "psycopath" for some reason though there's no where in Legends or Canon to back that.

🧡 What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

That Barriss will kill Luminara in Tales of the Empire. Just nope, no matter how bad things can get, she would never.

💛 What is a popular ship you just can't get behind and why?

This will def be controversial but Anidala. The way I see it these were people who just weren't ready for that kind of commitment for each other. Which of course is the point of the prequels to me and they are intentionally not a great couple.

💜 Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

Asajj Ventress. Like everyone comments on the bald but she is a tall glass of water on hot day and can beat anyone's ass. But yeah especially in universe she gets a lot of insults to her looks and even if it's meant to throw her off and isnt serious, I feel like it has affected how fandom sees her appearance.

Though of course there are always Hot Ventress truthers out there (NOT the ones who only just realized it when she got hair and updated animation in Bad Batch)

#jedimasterbailey 💙💚 #ask game

[stuckybarton]

Diamond Eyes

SUMMARY: Loki loved gifting you jewelry so much that you had to put your foot down and stop him. But on your anniversary, you just couldn't stop yourself from repaying your boyfriend for such a beautiful yet so ridiculously expensive necklace money could buy. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship); Darcy Lewis; Thor Odinson. WARNINGS: Alcohol Consumption; Cigarette Consumption; Explicit Sexual Content; Unprotected P in V; Anal. Use of Anal Plug; Masturbation; Dirty talks; Praising; Creampie; Missionary; Cowgirl Position. WORDS: 4,580

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Diamond Eyes

"Should I even ask why he's in a bad mood?" Darcy had inquired one morning while you prepare her and your moody boyfriend's coffee order.

"He's always been like that." You brushed off, not wanting to be reminded of yet another small argument you had with your boyfriend of a couple of years now. It was one thing to give you gifts on special occasions it was another to have him give you on his whim--which was almost a frequent occurrence.

"Nah, he's extra cross with everyone this morning." Darcy pointed out with a knowing look on her eyes, you on your end tried your best to avoid. "So either of you gonna make up before your anniversary?"

"What?"

"Oh, now I get why."

"Anniversary?" You made your way to the calendar to check the date and Darcy was right. Tomorrow was your anniversary. The day you had relented in dating the moody Billionaire-slash-Mobster Leader. A few bumps in the relationship, but you've both moved on from after several lengthy conversations.

"Shit."

"You still have time to plan something, Babe." Darcy assured. "He's got a packed schedule for the entire day, so he might not be able to visit you on your breaktime, try to make the most out of it."

You smiled, relieved to know. After placing Darcy's order as well as Loki's own coffee on the to-go cups, you added a few pastries for Darcy to snack on for her help.

"Just let me know if you need me for anything, I'll try to help as much as I could." Darcy assured before leaving with her order.

You didn't have enough time to think of what to give your far too moody boyfriend as your entire morning had you on your feet taking orders and restocking. It was when your Uncle arrived that you finally had the chance to think.

"Can I have the rest of the day off?" You had asked as soon as your Uncle had placed the apron on.

"Hello to you too, My favorite niece. Yes, my morning was good, me and my handsome husband gone out on walks with the dog." Your uncle responded making your groan.

"I promise to do extra hours on Monday." You tried to convince but the smile on his face made you want to roll your eyes right now.

"You roll out the fresh batches on Tuesday and I'll even give you Monday off as well." Your Uncle wink and you were wondering if he knows something that you don't.

With your Uncle's approval, you made sure all the logs in the office were handle before you found yourself heading back to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, to plan exactly what you could give the man that has everything he could ever want at his disposal. ~ "You seem to be in a foul mood, brother?" Trust Thor to ruin his already calming mood.

Loki was not in the best of mood, and for good reason. His morning was filled with you two arguing over his gifts. A Serpanti Viper necklace he had been eyeing for months now. He wanted wait until a special occasion to give you the gift, but somehow you found it laying around in the bedroom and assume it was another gift of indulgence he had a habit of giving.

He had laid low with the extravagant gifts, unless it was for special occasions but somehow things circulated and for once he wanted nothing more than for you to shut up and let him explain without ruining the surprise. What's even worse was the fact that you preferred to spend the rest of the Friday in the club he owns, with Darcy and Jane. Loki has yet to see you all day and it was getting to him.

The loud bass of the club only fouled his mood even more. Thor's arrival only meant that the girls were here but his girlfriend was still nowhere to be seen--were you avoiding him?

"I don't believe I am." Loki brushed off, cradling the glass of whiskey in his hand.

"Well, you will be once you find out a couple of men already has their eyes on your old lady." Thor smirked patting his brother on the shoulder before leaving him in the privacy of the VIP lounge, a story higher from where the dance floor was, a floor higher from where you were.

Like the possessive bastard that he was, he found himself swallowing the remaining alcohol before taking a quick look from the confinement of the ledge. Like a hawk, his blue eyes were quickly trained towards you, eyes heating at the sight of you in the far too dangerously short black dress with just the support of the thin straps holding onto the swells of your breast--keeping you decent.

As if feeling his eyes, your eyes found him and with just a come hither, he found himself making his descent from his self-imposed throne and towards you. The dancefloor was packed to the brim. The smell of sex almost far to intoxicating but nothing could intoxicate him more than you. When he grew closer to you, everyone dispersed like the red sea. Everyone knew who he was, but no one was familiar with the woman that he would burn the world for.

"Good of you to leave your throne, your Highness." You purred.

He felt more recharged at the sight of you, only now coming to realize the familiar jewelry you had on. A perfect accessory to the column of your neck. If it wasn't his hand, he wanted nothing more than to have the most expensive necklace to take its place for him. His lips grew dry, palm sweaty, and he wanted nothing more than to ravage you from where you stood.

"Dance with me." You requested, fingers hooking onto his belt loop. A smile growing on your lips, a dangerous glint in your eyes that was all too familiar to him.

In the pound bass of the music, your body was all to glue to his own, swaying against his ever growing erection. It was dangerous. Control he never seems to have when it comes to you. His hands finally found their way to your hips, hoping to control your rhythm but found them pulling you more into him, digging his erection more into you.

"What are you doing to me, My Love?"

"Thought I'd give you a preview before I give you my own gift." You purred, directing his hands down to your ass, a foreign bump had him jerking and the glint on your eyes became all more evident what you had planned. "You're buying me too many expensive jewelry thought I'd repay you."

"How will you repay me?"

"You can do whatever you want with me."

"Anything?" He smirked, in the years that the two of you had been together, there was some boundaries neither of you had ever tested but there were things Loki had never thought you would ever be ready for.

"Anything." You winked.

And that was how you found yourself, barely able to say goodbye to Jane, Darcy, and Thor before you were practically manhandled back into Loki's waiting car. A promise of what was to come was in the air. ~ Nothing kills you more than the fact that the thirty minute car ride from Loki's club to your apartment was filled with silence. No kisses. No touches. Loki was torturing you the best way he did--with nothing.

You were squirming, in paper it was a good idea to finally indulge in a secret fantasy your boyfriend had. It started with one finger or two, creeping it's way to the ring of ass. You had never done anal and the idea wasn't something you truly indulged in, more so with a small jeweled plug lodged inside of an unfamiliar territory inside of you.

It took a lot of tequila, lube, and courage for you to do this half-assed plan if you were being honest. But as the night settled, the alcohol warmed inside of you, behind all the fear you had for this backfiring, the anticipation won you over. Anything meant free reign, Loki to torture you for acting like a brat for the gift that now constricted your neck, or Loki to incapacitate you for the next few days. Either possibilities somehow made your insides warm and far too ready for him.

As the car had finally halted, you turned to your boyfriend, seeing him staring right at you, leering eyes ready to prowl at his prey.

"I'm giving you ten minutes to head upstairs and prepare. When I come up, I want you naked in bed in nothing but the necklace around your neck and the plug inside of your ass." He instructed, hand cupping your cheeks and you took a whiff of his sent and how easy he could bring you into a puddle beneath him. "Are we clear, My Love?"

You nodded, taking measured breaths as the Driver had opened your side of the door. Without even skipping a beat, you had hopped down and made a dash up to your apartment--ignoring the killer heels you had on. It didn't take long for you to arrive in your apartment, but the anticipation was what made things more complicated for you.

The wetness that was slowly painting your inner thighs further added to the filth you were certain you would take part of once he gets inside. With no sign of security inside, you slipped off your heels and undid the up-do you had on as you finally made your way to your shared bedroom. Setting the door slightly ajar wanting him to have a sneak peak of what was to come.

Taking a measured breath, you slipped off the black dress Darcy had brought for you (under Loki's tab she might add) and allowed it to pool beneath your feet. Only now did the fullness of the plug nestled inside of you become evident. The anticipation of what could possibly replace it in a few minutes. Sliding into the bed, you laid against the headboard, legs spread wide, showcasing the wetness and the fact that your boyfriend had not noticed you weren't wearing any panties at the club.

At the sound of the door closed, your heart rate quickened, your eyes lingered at the door, watching from the open space if he had made his way. At the shadow of his figure finally making his way, you held your breath until he finally slipped inside and locked the door behind him. His eyes was dead-set on your eyes, never once did his eyes falter to your naked state and that brought a new kind of torture you didn't know he could dish out on you.

You watched him slowly, but efficiently slip off his tie before letting it fall to the pool where your black dress resides. Next was his shirt, how slow he was in unbuttoning, and the way his eyes darken and refused to break any contact with your own. At the sight of his naked skin, you were craving him. His chest and torso painted in scars from attempted assassinations, fights, and from the messy childhood he and the rest of his family were placed in, it made him so beautiful still. Your very own canvas to paint as much as your was his to decorate.

"Come here." He orders and you found yourself following. Eyes focused on his broad shoulders, how you ached to have your legs resting on them in this moment.

You crawled towards him on all four. The tactic had him swallowing and his Adam's apple to bob. On all fours so close to him, you craned your head right up to meet his eyes.

"Unzip me." He ordered and you were far too quick to obliged, on your knees, you did your best to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly in one fluid motion. Before you could take hold of his glorious cock, his hand was quick to halt you from your action. The sound of his tongue clicking sounded and you wondered if you made the mistake. "Hands and knees, and face the headboard." He instructed, pulling out his cigarette and his lighter and cigarette from his pocket.

You gulped but nodded, turning to face away from him. The clicking sound of his lighter echoed before the scent of tobacco lingered in the air. You badly wanted to turn to look at him, of what he planned to do with you now.

"You did all of this for me, My Love?" He inquired, the creak of leather made you realize he had now sat on the sofa that was positioned right in front of the bed. "You look glistening from here, Y/N." He continued.

You whimpered, your insides tightening at his words, the familiar ache and the sensation of the plug inside you all was a heady combination.

"That plug looks like it's a big one," He continued on and without even looking at him you know the sinister look that came with the notice. "You must have spent the entire day prepping yourself with it."

You whimpered but said nothing. Fearing if you do anything more, he might continue on with this torture. You could only nod, eyes focused on the hardwood headboard of your bed. The dents from your nails digging from the numerous of instances where your boyfriend brought you into immeasurable pleasure.

"Use your words, My Love. We have all night." He warned.

"Yes." You moaned, feeling yourself tighten even more against the plug.

"Did you play with yourself too while you were at it?" He inquired.

You did--you tried too. But no matter what you do, you just couldn't get even a semblance of an orgasm without Loki. It simply had you far too strung up and ready to snap at any given moment.

"Your words." He warned. "Don't make me say it for the third time, Y/N."

"Yes. I played with my self but I couldn't get off." You confessed, finally feeling the warmth wash over your face.

"Why is that?"

"It's not you." You continued.

"Turn around and up on your knees." He instructed and you found yourself doing just that.

You blinked at the sight that fall before you. Looking on the sofa, powerful legs spread apart, but the thing that had your mouth watering was the sight of him smoking using one hand, and jerking himself with the other. The precum glistening clearly from where you knelt.

"What a beautiful mess you turned into from just the sight of me, My Love." He craned his neck to the side, looking at you. Exposing your to the cold air, your nipples perking up and felt far too exposed to his hungry eyes now. "Show me what you did while I wasn't here."

You blinked watching him continue on his ministration of slowly rubbing himself and your hands had a mind of their own as you did just as he said. One hand spread the lips of your pussy and the other rubbing slow circle against your overly sensitive nub.

"What do you want me to do with you, My Love?" He inquired taking one last breath from his cigarette before putting it off in the ashtray besides him. "What do you want me to do to you tonight?"

"Anything." You found yourself answering immediately. Fingers continued all on their own assault of your body.

"Dangerous words, My Love." He warned. "Choose something more specific for tonight."

"Anything. You. Want." You spoke again, eyes staring right through him. You were stubborn and you will not be scared off by Loki's warnings anytime soon. You've both been through hell and back and nothing could possibly scare your from him at this point.

"Do you want me to tell you what I want to do to you tonight?" He inquired.

You nodded, anticipating it for tonight.

"I want to fuck you in every hole in your orifice. Even when you tell me to stop, I won't. I will fuck you until I am fucking satisfied. I will take a good few hours on your ass. I will mark your entire body and maybe even fuck a baby into you while I'm at it. You will not be able to walk for days, that as a promise, but I will make an extra effort in making sure that every single time you sit down, you will be reminded of how much I fucked you."

"Then what's stopping you?" You titled your head to the side.

"I will break you, My Love." He warned.

"And I will love it, Loki." You assured him. "I trust you with my body. If I didn't, I would have ran to the hills a long time ago."

He stood now, measured steps inching him closer to you until he finally halted right in front of you and you were stopping yourself from finally taking hold of him now.

"Give me a safe word."

"Pumpkin." You answered immediately and gasping as his hand had now replaced your own and you were finally growing closer to your much needed release. ~ You were a mess, Loki had realized as he continued to pound himself into you. His thrust a dangerously hard pace that you couldn't keep up with. But never once did he hear the safe word from your lips. You, who was painted with spit, sweat, and tears, was begging him for more and he continued on even as he demanded you to say your safe word, you still refused.

His eyes fell towards the bedside table, to where the anal plug rested. How he had discarded it hours ago by now, but had not yet gone through with his words of fucking you there. It scared him that it might just be the tipping point and you get hurt in the process too. So he tried to distract you as much as possible and you looked satisfied now, the dazed look in your eyes that still focused on him.

"Please Loki, fuck me in the ass already." It scared him sometimes how you could easily read his mind and his inner monologue when he wasn't paying attention.

In his life, he had perfected the mask that had brought fear and the constant uneasiness to the men that was under him and towards his own family, but you--you continued to crumble the walls he had made for himself. His perfectness in this cruel and messed up world. But he loved to destroy you, to turn you into this perfect mess for him to clean up, to care for, to live the rest of his messed up and far too dangerous life with.

He watched you shove him onto the bed, until he laid in his back. His eyes watched with what little strength you still had turned until you sat on his lap. His weeping cock gliding against the lips of your pussy from your movement. Your perky breast, glistening with sweat, the darkening marks from his lips and teeth slowly growing evident in the lights of the bedroom. His hands, roughly planted on one of his favorite part of your body, your waist.

"Please Loki." You whimpered, hands now playing with your nipples in front of him. A beautiful sight for him. "I want you in me." You continued, circling your waist and rubbing against him further.

He could come in that very instance, at your words. The effect it still had on him even as the years of knowing you. His kryptonite in this crazy world.

He watched you lean against him, one hand resting on his beating chest and the other holding onto his member. Lifting your waist up with his guidance and gently letting him through the sphincter until he was fully impaled inside of you. It felt different, no matter how much the lube and his finger had tried to loosen you up all night, there was a tightness that just felt so different. His eyes had been far too busy with the sight of fucking you this way that it didn't occur to him the discomfort in your eyes until after he looked up at you.

"Breath for me, My Love." He instructed, letting go of your waist and holding onto both of your hands now to give you as much support as you would need. "We have all night. Take it slow."

His grip on your hands ensured that your attention was on him. His mind was filled with nothing but the filthy thoughts of having your first in every sense of the word since he had first met you. He was your first everything; your first fuck, your first true love, the first guy you truly opened up to after all that had happened to your parents, and now this new first. He was the happiest man and the most selfish man to have ever lived in this world, lucky to have someone like you in his forsaken life.

"You look so good, My Love." He praised you. "You feels so good inside me." He continued, groaning at how quick you tighten around him just from his words.

You craned your neck back, showcasing your delicate neck, painted in his marks and the far too expensive necklace he had bought for your anniversary. A smile so proudly resting on his lips knowing it will be on full display for anyone to see in the café when you head back to work. How that would be his own little way to mark you as his own among other things.

"Move." You whimpered, shaky as you had gripped his hands. "Please move."

He tested with a quick thrust earning a whimpered from your lips. No longer did he see the pain on your face from the initial time. How you clenched on him like a vice and how your breath hitched for every miniscule movement he made. You were ready. Sitting up and taking you by surprise, he maneuvered you until your arms were now wrapped around his neck and his hands grasped onto your ass and fucking you in the same dangerous pace as before.

You bit your lips, the wetness painted his stomach as he continued on with his assault. You begged him over and over to fuck you harder and he could only comply to your wishes. It sent a shiver through his spine, how breathless you had been, words no longer coherent and your nails digging further onto his shoulder to the point of drawing blood. The sting was simply ignored as he was driving you to your god know what number of orgasm at this point.

"You're gonna cum for me?" He inquired, one hand now focusing on your neglected pussy. Rubbing you in time with his thrust. "Fucking look at me, Y/N." He demanded and as your dazed eyes meet his own everything else was just in full throttle, his hand having a life of his own and his hips were pistoling inside of you. Rearranging your guts at this point now. "Let go, My Love." He groaned slowly building up to his own release at this point.

You sobbed now, hands cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss as you finally let yourself go. Convulsing as Loki continued on with fucking until he found his own release. The lack of air and everything else in between finally allowed him to let go. Cum painting your insides, filling you right through the brim now. Pulling away from your grasp, he took a good look at you. How your face, caked in makeup was now a patchy mess, and he was guessing painted his own skin at this point but you still looked gorgeous. Anything you do and look you still did.

"That wasn't so bad…" You spoke, voice hoarse now shaky hands combing through his hear. "I need a shower but I don't think I can even stand after that." You groaned, legs wrapped around him.

"I'll take care of you." He promised, gently taking the necklace that was still miraculously intact after everything that happened tonight. "What do you want?" He inquired, smoothening out the wisp of hair on your face.

"A warm bath and some Pizza would be great right now." You requested and squealed when Loki stood up with you still inside of him.

"Your wish is my command." ~ With your head resting on your boyfriend's lap, the both of you had enjoyed the rest of the night eating greasy pizzas and watching a random chic flic on TV.

"There is also another gift I have for our anniversary." He points out out of the blue making your turn your head at him with brows raised. Here you thought the necklace was too much.

"Loki what did I say about gifts." You started but halted when he simply kissed your forehead and handed you his phone that showed a pdf file of something. "You're buying me a house and land?" You teased realizing it was a title of land.

"Something like that." He shrugged. "Remember that you and your Uncle are still making ends mean with rent for the past few months and refuse to make me help out."

Slowly things were making sense when you read pass through the rest of the documents in front of you. You sat up, ignoring the ache of your lower half as you met your boyfriend's eyes. The location was the exact same as the one where the café stood, and another plot of land where you and your Uncle had been talking about hopefully renting when you've both saved up to have a bakery. In all of the documents, it was named after you and after your Uncle. Nothing was named after Loki at all, no trace to connect him from you.

"What did you do, Loki?" You questioned finally turning to look at him and handing him back his phone.

"I want you and your Uncle to continue on with your dreams. This was both of your life's work and I want to help you out in whatever you need to make that happen. Whether you like it or not." He spoke. "Happy Anniversary, My Love."

Your bottom lips quivered before you tackled the man for a hug, peppering his cheeks with kissed before ending it was a kiss to his lips. It made you wonder still how lucky your stars had been in that moment when he had made his way to your café all those years ago. Who would have ever thought that a grumpy bastard like him would become this sweet and caring man that fucks you real good and does everything in his power to make you the happiest woman in the world.

"I fucking love you, Laufeyson." You muttered.

"You better, this are all expensive." He teased before pulling your right back into a kiss before both of your attention returned to the movie.

"If my lower half wasn't numb after you jackhammered me onto the bed, I'd fuck you again for this." You spoke all of a sudden.

"Don't start, Y/N." He warned and you could feel his growing erection.

You giggled nuzzling yourself further into his chest. This was, by far, the best Anniversary you ever had.

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[soleilnomoon]

hello kaia! this is for your 555 follower sticky and sweet event ! congrats !

i would like to order a chocolate mousse, cotton candy, churro, candy necklace, and shortbread cookie with caramel and number 1 from the secret menu. for zoro from one piece. (I am a sucker for him istg.) tysm!

hello, hello! thank you v much (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ it's all so surreal tbh lmao thank u for being patient, this was a labor of love so to speak (i love zoro too, i'm sure u can tell).

2.5k words, gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni, zoro is a dumbass and needs to do better - although, according to him, a lil rough makeup sex is the way to go; feat. a lil jealousy, lots of angst, smut, maybe some fluff if u pretend idk i'm bad at it; also an appearance from sanji!

freshly baked cupcakes sit on a large tray on the kitchen table; you watch, in awe as he prepares the frosting — swift, precise, and graceful. you wish you had an ounce of his talent, even mumble that when you attempt to sample a cupcake. because he is so apt at detecting movement in his kitchen, without looking over his shoulder, he scolds you.

“y/n… you can’t have one yet. they’re too hot.” 

you roll your eyes and leave the cupcake alone, sighing loudly, dramatically drumming your nails against the table, which earns you a few chuckles from the skilled chef as he puts frosting into individual piping bags. you suppose he has a point; why bother consuming the small piece of cake without any toppings? you’re not luffy, you can keep your urges at bay — for the most part.

“it’s taking too long,” you whine and hop up from the chair you previously occupied, needing something to do with your hands. “can i help?” normally, you just watch; you know he’s particular about his craft and rarely lets anyone assist him, but he seems to be in a charitable mood, so he extends a smaller piping bag for you to practice with. 

after fooling around for a few minutes, you get the hang of things, and sanji allows you to frost the first batch of cupcakes without assistance. before you’re allowed to touch anything else, he makes you thoroughly clean your hands and even goes so far as to inspect them afterwards. you don’t take offense to it, of course — it’s a habit of his. he likes things tidy and safe; he doesn’t need anyone getting sick on his watch. 

“don’t rush,” he warns when you squeeze the bag too hard, “be gentle. consider them as delicate creatures that need to be handled gently.” you blink repeatedly, let out a loud laugh, which causes his cheeks to flush a dark shade of pink. 

“sorry, sorry. i’m not laughing at you, not really.”

the pout on his face means he doesn’t believe you, but you ignore that and frost the cupcakes under his careful guidance. you struggle with the last one, so he places a hand over yours to steady it, giving you a tip on precision — one he learned many years ago from the surly cook he studied under.

after training in the sun for an extended period of time, roronoa zoro opts to cool off inside by fetching a cold glass of water from the kitchen. brows furrowed closely, he watches how easily you laugh with the idiotic cook, how you haven’t pushed him away from you, how you seem a little too comfortable standing that close to him. as someone who prides himself in keeping his composure, especially under times of duress, this shouldn’t be an issue.

and yet, his irritation seeps out of his pores, follows him as he walks to the refrigerator, guides him as he pulls out the pitcher of water, and instructs him to slam the door once he’s done. both you and sanji look up from the table, startled at his intrusion — but you know that look on his face; something’s pissed him off. you open your mouth to greet him but he breezes past you without glancing your way, confusion swirling inside of you, making you think ridiculous things.

sanji takes note of your deflated expression and the way your lips tug downwards; frowning doesn’t suit you, he decides, but, like you, he’s confused over zoro’s childish behavior. you don’t question him when he pats your head gently, murmurs that you can take as many cupcakes as you like — which does perk you up a bit — before his long legs carry him outside of the kitchen and over to the one place he knows zoro is probably holed up in.

zoro is in the middle of a one-armed push up when sanji finds him.

while he knows the swordsman hates having his sanctuary desecrated by the stench of sanji’s cigarettes, he lets it slide; he’s too worked up.

his voice is gruff when he asks, “what do you want?”

sanji exhales deeply, sliding a free hand into his pocket as he leans against the wall closest to the door. “you’re an idiot, you know that?”

a scoff tumbles out of zoro’s mouth and he keeps on with his pushups. it’s not uncommon for them to bicker out of nowhere, but he’s in the middle of training and doesn’t have time to listen to whatever fanciful stories the cook has for him today.

“anything else?” he stands up and stretches his arms before heading to the weight bench.

a vein bulges on the side of sanji’s head at zoro’s ignorance. “y/n wanted to bake something special for you,” he starts, voice even and calm as he speaks in between puffs of his cigarette, “but as you know, none of you are close to my skill level, so i did most of the work.” zoro blinks, stupidly, at his crew mate, eye narrowing as he contemplates his statement. “also… something about an anniversary? i’m not sure.” which is a bold-faced lie, but zoro doesn’t need to know that. 

maybe if he lights a fire under his ass, zoro might grow a clue.

despite being one of the more perceptive members of your crew, zoro is hopeless when it comes to romance and communicating his feelings. you know that, you understand it, even — the rejection hurts all the same. you’ve eaten five cupcakes and are on your sixth when you decide to take a bath and soak away all of the negativity. 

a heavy knock against the bathroom door shakes you out of your thoughts; you assume whoever it is, they’ll go away once they realize it’s occupied. the knocking persists even after you yell “what?”, even after you climb out of the large bathtub and throw a fluffy towel around your body, and when you yank the door open, you’re fully prepared to tell them off but hesitate when you see that it’s him.

he stares at you for a moment — watches the way water drips down your neck and onto your chest, how you shift to pull the towel around you tighter as your hand grips the door handle tightly. it takes everything in you to not slam the door in his face; but you won’t, you can’t. it wouldn’t be right, and you, at the very least, have a bit more tact than he’ll ever have.

you raise a brow, annoyance simmering deep inside of you, desperate to climb out — but you push it down, as far as you can. you won’t let your emotions get the best of you. because if you do, you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to salvage things with him.

he opens his mouth, but closes it just as quickly, the words he saved for his apology lodged tightly in the back of his throat, paralyzed due to his inaction. you place a hand on your hip and roll your eyes when he still doesn’t say anything.

“know what? forget it. i can’t do this right now. i’m in the middle of a bath.” it’s quite obvious that you were, but you still feel the need to say it; and even then you hold out for zoro to say something. he runs a hand down his face, exhaling his frustrations — with himself, with you, with the meddlesome cook — half-expecting you to fuss at him all over again. but when you don’t, he considers leaving you to your bath, maybe he can try again another time.

his hesitation makes you snap, and before you can stop yourself, your mouth is on the move again. 

“coward.”

the word cuts into his skin, halts his movements entirely; there’s a sliver of rage, but it’s mostly confusion mixed with anguish at your terseness. it’s his fault, really, and he’s coming to terms with that, but still, he never thought you out of everyone important in his life would ever call him cowardly.

while you expected to feel some sort of elation at having the last word, you don’t. there’s a heaviness that you desperately want to get rid of, so you move to the side and motion for him to come in. this time, he doesn’t hesitate, especially as he closes the door behind him and reaches a large, tanned hand out to grab onto your arm.

you try to keep your head clear, but whenever you’re this close to him, it’s like your body has an agenda of its own. his grip is firm, hand rough against your skin, but you like it — a lot more than you’re willing to admit right now. he struggles, again, to get the right words out, and while you want to stay mad at him, you can’t. his brows slope downward as he attempts to formulate a coherent enough response for you, but you stop him.

“you’re an idiot,” you say with a nod; he grunts but reluctantly agrees with your opinion, his gaze softening as you take a step closer to him. “and, you’re going to make it up to me.” because you don’t like him jumping to conclusions without properly talking to you; although, you suppose the way you and sanji were standing together might have seemed intimate. you sort of understand his line of thinking, and in hindsight, everything about it is so damn silly. 

“also,” you turn and wrap your arms around him, press your cheek against his firm chest, “you’re the reason why i ate five cupcakes in a row.” your cheeks flush at the confession, and he chuckles as he moves a hand to the back of your neck.

“does that mean you need to burn off the calories?”

you whip your head to stare at him and slap a hand on his arm, his audacity shocking you into silence, until you take in the heated look he gives you. oh. oh. you hadn’t realized what he meant and took his words literally; again, your cheeks flush terribly, making it impossible to look at him. “you’re the worst,” you mumble, feeling bashful for some reason, which only encourages him to tease you some more.

“i’ve been told that a lot, lately.” mostly by you, but he takes each jab as words of endearment, really. and even though you really don’t like how vulnerable you feel right now, you’re happy that you’re finally on the same page as him. your towel falls to the floor, but you don’t bother picking it up. instead, you lose bits of your resilience when zoro pulls you in for a kiss, the residual sweetness from the cupcakes you inhaled earlier still on your tongue. he’s never been a big fan of baked goods or overly sweet things, but he loves kissing you — and, more importantly, tasting you. 

breathing becomes irrelevant, as you press your body closer, desperate to consume him the way he consumes you. you’re well-aware there’s something bizarre with that line of thinking, but your logic doesn’t function properly when zoro kisses you like it’s the only thing that makes sense to him. everything about you is soft and delicate — reminding him of one of those cute pastries that sanji whips up to impress the others — almost as if he could easily break you in half without trying. 

but when your curious hands slide in between you and rub against his growing erection, he remembers that you’re not at all what you seem; much more impish than innocent — sassy and extremely playful. you tug on his sweatpants impatiently, bringing it lower until you pull out his cock. he pulls away briefly, breath ragged as he pushes you against the wall, hand moving around to firmly squeeze around your throat.

you gasp in surprise, but his mouth is on you almost immediately — all tongue and teeth, roughly tugging and licking, your body yearning for more. you fuss with the remainder of his clothes and when they’re cast aside on the floor, he presses kiss after kiss along your jaw, your neck — bite marks visible along your clavicle and chest. you know there will be bruises later, but you don’t care. you stroke his cock, enjoying the way his hips jut forward at your touch, his moans quiet, but loud enough to send shivers down your body. 

his hands settle on your ass and you wrap your legs around him when he picks you up, peppering kisses on his face, dragging your tongue down the length of his throat, biting him back and sucking on the skin. his cock is thick and heavy against you, and you’re not sure what possesses you, but you greedily whisper, “hurry,” against his lips. zoro lines the tip of his cock with your entrance, both of you pausing as he inches inside of you. pressing you against the wall, he thrusts into you once, pulling back before thrusting into you again. you let out a strangled cry, nails clawing at his back as you moan his name repeatedly, hips rolling as his thrusts get harder. he knows he should probably slow down, take his time with you, but he’s too far gone and you’re experiencing too much bliss — the high from zoro fucking you will last for hours, it’s why you let him have his way.

but, since he feels a little bad about earlier, he presses his lips to your ear, telling you that you’re doing so well and fuck, you feel so damn good and also you can take a little more, i know you can. his words infiltrate your body, settle in your mind, covering you in a lust-filled haze, one that burns you relentlessly. skin slick with sweat, you clench around his thick cock, small bursts of pleasure erupting within both of you at the sensation. zoro powers into you, ferocious and unapologetic, hips rocking against yours as his cock kisses a spot that’s far enough to have you in tears, thighs trembling under his firm grip, his fingers digging into your plush skin. what pushes you over the edge is the tender way he’s kissing you, and maybe it feels a little romantic to simultaneously cum at the same time as him. 

you should feel a bit of shame for the lewd way you keep clenching around him, but you don’t; and how could you? you like him and he likes you, that’s all there is to it.

you’re an intoxicating fixture in his life, one that has him acting up from time to time — it’s not because he doesn’t trust you, but rather he thinks you’re too damn good for him; and maybe you are, but you still want to be with him all the same, his rugged demeanor has grown on you, his brutal honesty an admirable trait that you won’t find with anyone else. you know it’s not love, and you’re not cynical enough to call it obsession, but it’s a mix between the two, one that is overly complicated for everyone outside of your relationship to try and understand. 

thankfully, they don’t bother you too much about it, and since zoro hates explaining himself, they don’t bother him about it either.

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[fandomstars]

Hi :) I was wondering if I could request tbb boys with a male Jedi boyfriend? (With orange light sabers/saber since that's the color I have and it is pretty uncommon to see in the star wars universe. Also maybe have the reader be trans?)

(Sorry can’t do Trans/non-binary/poly/genderfluid. I’ve never done so and I don’t have enough knowledge to do so. Plus, I don’t want to offend anyone. The rest though I can do!)

Bad Batch x Male Jedi

Hunter:

First thing that caught his eye was the orange saber. He didn’t know too much about Jedi like Tech and Echo, but he knew enough that something was different about him.

It took him a few seconds to realize like yeah, and he’s also good looking.

Cue him being between flustered and trying to seem cool in the Jedi’s presence.

His brothers tease him ridiculously, especially since Hunter is usually the least likely to romanticize with anyone.

So when Hunter began to actually have feelings for said Jedi, it didn’t help Tech managed to find out enough about him to add him as the batch’s first Jedi.

Y/N didn’t really find out of just why the batch with the reputation of ‘No need to a jedi, we got a Hunter’ were so nice to him. Of course he had a crush on Hunter, I mean have you seen his hair?

Y/N was just as flustered around him, and even more so once the two began to get closer and go into battle together.

Let’s just say Hunter might do the first kiss due to the heat of battle more than anything.

—-

Crosshair:

Crosshair might of gotten a glance at him from afar one time, can’t say exactly how he ended up at the sparring room, but there he was battling a couple of training droids. Despite usually not interested in Jedi stuff, he couldn’t help but watch the entire training session.

Said Jedi knew someone was watching him, it didn’t help the force seem to draw some sort of connection to the mysterious person. (Force ships hard!)

Crosshair waits till he stops training (trying hard to hide the blush of being turned on by the Jedi decapitating the two training droids in one move. Not that he’ll admit it) to ask him for a drink.

The Jedi accepts, which has Crosshair wondering if he’s an imposter. No way a goodie twos Jedi would indulge in alcohol.

“It’s not that, Jedi occasionally drink alcohol (once of age), they just either do so in secret or rarely one forgets they do.” - Y/N

“I don’t drink alcohol, but the milkshakes at Dexters are the best.” - Y/N

Which leads the pair to the 79s bar, followed by Dexters for their first date.

First kiss happens the first place they meet, cause that training move basically made Crosshair this time, not try to hide his excitement and adoration.

——

Tech:

First thing he thought when he saw you was, ‘I can totally get more knowledge on Jedi lore from him!”

Wasn’t till he actually came up to you, that he became partially speechless on your beauty, but also flustered and stuttering of his request.

You smile and accept helping him learn more of Jedi lore, which makes him even more red.

So starts the two of you study dates. Tech rambling, yet blushing since you basically lean to his every word each time.

First kiss happens by your first move, followed by Tech nearly going all out passion before realizing the two of you are in the archives.

Tech knows Jedi have rules about dating and so on, but thanks to his intelligence, is able to loop hole around it and eventually let it be public (beyond his brother and sister) without any fear.

Loves to shower his lover with gifts, especially if you bring back some cool item on one of your missions.

——

Echo:

Unlike the rest of the batch, he’d already seen plenty of Jedi fighting and knew a lot of lore (the guy carried a manual a good portion of his life after all).

Still, it wasn’t to say he wasn’t impressed by Y/N’s moves, and once he became the batch’s Jedi, he was crushing hard.

He basically was the perfect gentleman for you. Making sure you got off the ship okay (hand holding bonus), back you up in battle (he surprisingly felt more alive fighting side by side with you)

He didn’t confess his feelings for awhile, mainly due to being part cyborg and all.

But you didn’t care, in fact, it got you to show him one of your favorite holo shows with a cyborg character.

Made him feel better, and it was during said binging holo dates, that he made a move.

Loves to see you use the force, maybe more way than one if you know what he means.

Will not let any Sith hurt you is he can help it. Beware Grevious and more.

——

Wrecker:

This guy is the king of the party, so it’s no surprise first meet up was at the 79s bar.

He was just chilling with his brothers, when across the bar he spots you.

He is usually upbeat and social, but he could literally feel his palms sweating just wondering what he should do.

His brothers encourage him, and so he does, and good timing too. Some drunk brute tries to assault you.

He cracks his knuckles and gets ready to throw hands. But then he sees you (after the brute knocks your drink off the bar) circle throw him into a nearby table before calmly asking the bartender for another drink.

Yeah, he was smitten. And the night seem to go by like that, and before he knew it, he was leaving the bar with his brothers, with your pad number in hand.

First kiss was defiantly after a usual sparring date, and it may of gotten heated.

Loves to show you affection, no Jedi or clone can stop him.

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For the prompts Quinlan and Fox

this—” [points at their chest] “—this belongs to you. always.”

Thank you for the prompt! I had fun writing this one! I wrote it on my phone so sorry for any mistakes. Hopefully not all the prompts I write will contain some angst 😂

The Senate were practically crying into their expensive shimmersilk clothes. The war had ended and as of two hours ago, Fox and his brothers had been granted the civil rights that should have been theirs all along.

Fox was still recovering from having Palpatine messing around in his head. But had been stood on the viewing platform with his batchmates and some of the Jedi Generals watching as Senators Organa and Amidala basically twisted the arms of the Senate into granting the civil rights. While Fox would have preferred the Senate to have granted their civil rights willingly, he would take what he could. And after guarding the Senate for three years he had become accustomed to expecting a lack of kindness from most of the Senate, much to his batchmates' sadness and anger. At least he and his brothers were free. Free to live their own lives.

Most of the Coruscant Guard were ready to hightail it off Coruscant, some for good, but most for a travelling holiday with batchmates eager to show them the galaxy. But Fox wasn't leaving just yet. He had a wayward di'kut Jedi Shadow to track down at the Jedi Temple.

He hadn't seen Quin since he had been discharged from the Jedi Healers care in the Temple. He had been bedbound and recovering for three days in the Temple's Halls of Healing thanks to Palpatine’s last ditch attempt to ruin the lives of the Jedi and himself. Quin had been at his bedside but had vanished for the last day while the Senate was in session. Thankfully General. No. Master Windu had told him to check the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

While he went to find Quin, Fox had an idea why his cyare was hiding himself away in the Room, and wanted to check on his Jedi.

Upon finding Quin sat amongst the tall yellow flowers, his legs were crossed with his eyes closed, clearly deep in meditation going by his slow breathing. Fox hung back, not wanting to interupt and took the opportunity to observe his cyare. His forehead was creased and the slight slump to his shoulders indicated how unhappy he was. Fox was content to wait for however long Quin needed to meditate.

But then a pair of deep brown opened and fixed on him, a shred of brightness appearing in the sullen depths.

"You know, me getting civil rights is time to party. Not feel down in the dumps," Fox snarked, folding his arms over his chest.

It was only because he knew Quin so well that Fox noticed his slight wince. "You should have had them from the start," groused Quin. His gaze turning in the direction of the Senate, as if he could crumble the fugly building with the power of his gaze despite it not being visible through the Temple’s walls.

Fox rolled his eyes, amount of love he had for the di'kut was ridiculous. "You and I both know that, but those assholes had to catch up." He then stepped closer and poked Quin on the forehead, hiding the fond smile at the jedi creasing his forehead and leaning back to pout up at him. "What I didn't have before today wasn't your fault. It sucked big time, but it wasn't your fault."

Quin shook his head. "I knew it was bad, but I didn't know how bad it was until the bare facts were stated in the Senate."

Here Fox looked over at the far wall, not wanting to see the look on Quin's face when he softly admitted. "I didn't want you to know. With you not knowing I could pretend that my brothers and I had everything we should have. It wasn't perfect for the GAR. But hearing Cody, Wolffe, Rex, Ponds and Bly talk about how their Generals treated them, I realised how much better they had it than the Guard..." his voice faded as he recalled the stomach laden dread of learning how much worse his brothers in the Guard had it. Of learning how his batchmates and batch adoptee had their Generals helping however they could. Quin did what he could, but because he wasn't the Guard’s official General, he was limited on what he could do for them.

Fox was drawn out of his thoughts when his view of the wall was blocked by Quin standing up and placing his hands on Fox's shoulders. "I just want you to have everything you deserve and want. I never wanted you to stay with me just because I was one of the first nat-borns to show you kindness." There was self-doubt in Quin's voice and Fox shook his head fondly. The utter di'kut. Still thinking that Fox deserved someone better. But there was no one better for him. Quin was kind, respected his choices whether he agreed with them or not and most of all he suffered intense boredom sitting beside Fox's bedside as he drifted in and out of consciousness.

Tapping Quin's cheek to get his attention, Fox stated seriously. "This," he pointed to his chest, directly over his heart. "Belongs to you. Always."

The bright, sunny smile that transformed Quin's face made the already good day even better.

#commander fox #quinlan vos #quinlan x fox #ask answered #writing prompts #prompt answered

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Healer's Hands

Chapter 4: The Kaminoans

Master list

Althea sat patiently as Tech unwrapped her bandage. It had been a week of constant limping, and now she could find out if she was finally healed. There had been no luck in finding the Separatist ship, but Althea and the Bad Batch weren't giving up. They would get the information and Thao, no matter what.

"Well, Althea," Said Tech. "It seems your leg has fully healed. Though it will most definitely scar."

The girl looked down at it. "I coulda told you that."

Tech scowled. Not too long ago, Althea had corrected Tech on a bandaging technique, and the others wouldn't let him live it down. Crosshair and Wrecker especially.

Althea stood, testing the weight on her leg. "It feels good as new. Thanks, Tech." She gave him a small smile, and he returned it.

She walked into the cockpit where everyone else sat. Wrecker grinned as she walked by. "Hey, you're barely limping at all! How's the leg feel, kid?"

Althea smiled and sat in the seat next to him behind Crosshair. "It feels a lot better. It doesn't even hurt." 

"That's good." Hunter said from the pilot's seat. Over the past week, Althea had gotten to know them pretty well. Hunter was usually soft-spoken, and he was very kind. Wrecker was basically the older brother she never had, always happy to see her and always ready to blow something up. Tech was very precise with everything. His words, work, calculations, it made him come off as a little callous, but Althea knew he meant well. Crosshair barely spoke at all, but he was very observant. It was probably from his sniper skills, always watching and noticing tiny details from far away.

"So," Althea started. "Have you found the Separatist ship yet?"

"So far, it seems to be in hyperspace. Just like the past week." Hunter said.

"Or they found the tracker." Crosshair suggested.

Tech leaned over his seat and pressed a few buttons, bringing up a hologram of the ship. "Impossible, the tracker is still right here."

"We can't find it if it's in hyperspace. Sorry, kid." Hunter seemed genuinely sorry, but Althea wasn't going to give up. She looked out at the swirling blue of their own hyperspace lane.

"If we can't get to the ship, where are we going?" She asked.

"We've been ordered to return to Kamino." Said Hunter. "Standard protocol."

Crosshair rolled his eyes. "Is it? They made us different than the regs, yet they still expect us to act like them."

Wrecker nodded. "Crosshair's right. Why do we have to go? We never follow orders."

Hunter turned his chair to look at them. "Well, unless you wanna explain that to the Prime Minister, and we all know you don't, you're going to follow orders."

Wrecker and Crosshair stopped arguing about it, leaving Althea to wonder who the Prime Minister was. "What's wrong with the Prime Minister?" She asked.

"He doesn't take to kindly to defective clones," Crosshair explained. "The only reason he keeps us around is we've never failed a mission."

Hunter nodded. "We don't follow orders, but they don't know that...for the most part."

"For the most part?" Althea asked.

"Kaminoan scientists have deemed us 'defective' for a reason." Said Tech. "As cadets, we showed a concerning amount of deviation from the other clones."

"Wrecker once set our barracks on fire." Crosshair added.

Wrecker laughed. "Yeah."

Tech rolled his eyes before continuing. "When we were given our first mission, we we're told to follow orders to the 'T', but we did not."

"The mission was a success," Said Hunter. "But they made us go through hundreds of tests. Now, we don't follow orders, but only the ones we don't have to."

Althea nodded. "So you can be yourselves, but not be punished."

All four of them nodded, and Althea felt her heart drop. "Is this what it's like for all clones? You can't even be yourself without being punished?"

"Technically," Tech said. "Clones aren't supposed to have personalities. We were all created from the DNA of a host, Jango Fett."

"That's ridiculous!" Althea argued. "You can't just create people and not allow them to have personalities."

"I don't know," Crosshair said. "Regs are all pretty much the same."

Althea knew she had never met another clone, but she knew that wasn't true. Even identical twins had different personalities. But she decided not to argue it.

Hunter pressed a few buttons, and the Marauder was brought out of hyperspace. Before them was a huge blue planet with dark clouds. When they entered the atmosphere, Althea saw that it was storming everywhere, and that instead of a ground, there was a vast ocean. In the ocean were several tall, round buildings, and they landed in one of them.

Hunter turned to Althea. "You're gonna need to stay close, kid. We don't know how the Kaminoans will react to you." He stood up and moved out with the others. Althea followed him, slightly confused. She quickened her pace to keep up with Hunter. 

"What do you mean?"

"You're kind of a first." He explained. "As far as I know, you're the first non clone outside of a Jedi that's been to Kamino."

They walked through the hangar were several ships were docking. Althea looked around and saw several clones, but they weren't like the Bad Batch. These clones all had the same faces, and a lot of them wore the same armor. A few stared at Althea in confusion, and the girl stuck close to Hunter's side.

Following Hunter's lead, they reached a hallway, and Althea had to squint at first. It was pristine white. It gave her the idea that it was sterile, but also cold and harsh. They walked in silence for a long time, and Althea began to wonder where they were going. 

She was answered, however, when Hunter came to a door down one corridor and opened it. Inside was a dark room like the inside of the Marauder. Six beds were in the walls, four of which had been personalized. Six beds, but four clones?

"There were supposed to be more of us." Said Hunter, noticing her confusion. "But they didn't survive the initial experiments that gave us the enhancements."

Althea wanted to say something, but 'sorry' didn't seem to cover it. Hunter looked at her, and again seemed to read her. "Don't worry about it. We weren't even conscious yet."

Althea nodded, but she still thought it was sad. Wrecker took out his giant vibro blade and began to carve tally marks on the wall. He grinned up at her. "One for each successful mission." He stood up and walked over to a bunk that was probably his. In the center of the room was a table littered with wires, gears, and other random spare parts. Tech sat there fiddling with the random bits and bobs. Hunter and Crosshair sat on their bunks,s setting their packs down.

Althea stood awkwardly by the door. Hunter looked over to her. "You can take an empty bunk."

She walked over to one, sitting down on it carefully. She knew this wasn't her barracks, but she was grateful for their generosity.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a tall, thin creature walked in. Althea guessed it was a Kaminoan, a female. She had dark eyes with pale irises, and a small stone on her forehead. "Welcome back, Clone Force 99." She said. Her voice was as smooth as a river, yet it seemed to halt as she spoke. "CT-9901, the Prime Minister would like to speak with you."

Hunter raised his eyebrows. "About what?"

The Kaminoan didn't say, but her eyes flickered to where Althea sat. "Come." She exited to room.

Hunter stood and followed her, leaving the squad and Althea to themselves. "Who was that?" The girl asked.

"Nala Se." Said Tech. "She is the Kaminoan's head scientist."

Althea glanced back at the door. She didn't like Kamino so far, and the thunder outside didn't help. She couldn't tell if she didn't like Kamino because of how they treated clones, or if it was because of it was just an obstacle in the way of finding her brother.

Wrecker stood up and walked over to the door. "Hey, kid." Althea looked up at him. "Follow me, I wanna show you something."

She got up and followed the tall clone, once again struggling to keep up with his large strides. "Where're we going?" She asked.

Wrecker flashed her a smile. "You'll see."

They walked down the pristine halls, occasionally passing regs who looked strangely at Althea. "Don't mind them," Wrecker told her. "It's like Hunter said, it's mostly clones here, so you stick out like us."

Althea followed Wrecker until they reached an area with several weapons, an armory. Wrecker took one of the blasters and weighed it in his hands. "If you wanna find your brother, you're gonna have to board the clankers' ship. And to do that, you're gonna have to fight. Have you ever shot a blaster before?"

Althea shook her head. She was supposed to learn how to use her father's hunting rifle, but then the Separatists attacked. Wrecker handed her a blaster. It was similar to Hunter and Tech's, but this one didn't have any modifications. She turned it in her hands and felt it over. It was heavy, but the weight felt good. She looked up at Wrecker. "Are you gonna teach me to shoot?"

Wrecker nodded. He walked over to another door and pressed a button. The door opened, revealing a small chamber, an elevator. He and Althea walked in. The door closed, and it began to move up.

When the doors opened again, the duo was met with a grey room. It had barricades, and towers. "The training room." Wrecker explained. He walked to the wall and pressed a button, and three targets appeared from the floor. He walked back over to Althea. "I want you to hit those targets, okay?"

Althea looked up at him. The blaster suddenly felt like like it weighed two tons. "But, I don't–"

"I'll teach you." Wrecker walked up behind her. " First, finger off the trigger until you're ready to shoot." She moved her finger. "You see that little dot at the end of the barrel?" She nodded. "Line that up between the two little nubs at the back."

She did as he said, and lined the sights up on the target. Wrecker nodded. "Good. Now are you ready to shoot?"

"Um... I think so?"

"Okay. When you shoot, squeeze the trigger, don't pull it. Got it?"

Althea nodded. Wrecker did as well. "Good. Now, fire when ready."

Althea readjusted her grip on the blaster. Her palms were sweaty, and the sights kept moving. She tried her best to keep them on the target, and her eyes squeezed shut as she squeezed the trigger.

BANG

Althea opened her eyes to see a smoldering hole in the floor. She had missed the target completely. She looked up at Wrecker, expecting to see him disappointed. Instead, he had a small smile on his face. "Not bad for your first try."

"But, I missed the target." Althea said.

"Eh, you're learning. Try again, but this time keep your eyes open." Wrecker stepped back, and Althea raised the blaster to shoot. Sights were lined up, finger on the trigger, eyes open.

BANG!

Bullseye. Althea lowered the blaster, a wide smile on her face. "I hit it!"

Wrecker grinned. "You got it, kid! You're a natural!"

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Hunter walked alongside Nala Se. "Why does the Prime Minister want to see me?"

The scientist was silent for a beat. "The girl. It's understood that your squad has... difficulties following protocol. But the Prime Minister wants to discuss why you brought her here."

Hunter knitted his brow. Difficulties? Did Nala Se think they were somehow disabled? She was the one who made them! "Look, the kid's mission aligned with ours. We let her come along."

Nala Se didn't respond. They walked on in silence to the Prime Minister. But he wasn't in his office, instead he was in the room over looking the training area. Hunter always hated this room. He hated being able to hear the muffled disapproval of the scientists, making notes on what to change. He hated going back to the lab, where they reviewed what he did wrong, and jabbed needles in his already sensitive skin in an attempt to fix him. But he didn't need to be fixed, they made him that way. It wasn't Hunter's fault when he got overstimulated and couldn't move. He never liked Kamino.

Now standing before him was the one who ordered it all; the Prime Minister. He stood looking out over the training grounds. "You may approach, CT-9901."

Hunter wanted nothing more than to punch him, but he kept his calm and walked up to his side. "What is it you wanted, Prime Minister?"

"That girl down there, why is she here?"

Hunter looked down to the grounds, and saw that Wrecker and Althea were there. It seemed that Wrecker was teaching her how to shoot, and that she wasn't a bad shot. "She was the last survivor of the village on Elstar." Hunter said. "She asked for passage off-world."

It wasn't entirely the truth, and the Prime Minister seemed to sense that. "Then why haven't you left her at the nearest space port?" He asked. "Or a Republic refugee camp?"

Hunter hesitated. "She needed to get to the Separatist ship we are tracking, sir. We agreed that she could stay with us until she had what she was looking for."

"Hmm." The Prime Minister looked down at Wrecker and Althea. A small smile played across Hunter's face as he watched her hit the target three times in a row. Wrecker was right to teach her to shoot, and it made Hunter realize Althea needed protection. "I'd like to formally request something, sir." He said.

The Prime Minister turned to him. "And that is?"

"Armor, for the girl."

The Kaminoan narrowed his eyes. "You not only have the audacity to bring a civilian into this war, but to request armor for her?"

Hunter glared up at him. "With all due respect," He had none. "She was dragged into this war when her village was destroyed and her family was killed. She's trying to save her brother. That girl has more courage than half of your clones, sir."

The Prime Minister glared down at him, his large eyes narrowing to thin slits. Hunter met his gaze, unafraid. Finally, the Kaminoan eased up. "Fine. Do as you wish."

Hunter nodded before walking away. He wanted to get off that planet as soon as possible, but first he needed to get Althea armor.

#tbb #bad batch #oc #star wars #the bad batch

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Fic Request

(This is not really a fic request, it's something Tea and I are cooking up because we are cooking up too many Tamora Pierce fics in the course of rereading. But I am writing the rest of the Witcher fic and then I will come round and scoop them all. Probably. Maybe. Plot bunnies, y'know?)

@hello-delicious-tea

So George Cooper is not an idiot, and when he sends a pocket full of darkings to Aly, he keeps one of the batch. This allows him to know everything that's going on during the Copper Isles rebellion, and keep an eye on his daughter. Easy win!

George has been watching the proceedings in the Copper Isles for months thinking, "What is Aly going to do about Dunevon? She's going to have to kill a five-year-old - maybe two five-year-olds - and that is a sucky thing to do and also bad for her soul" and trying to figure how to get out of it.

Imajane and Rubinyan cook up their plan to kill Dunevon. There is a brief Macbeth-style argument about it, in which Imajane proposes this plan - mostly as a fait accompli - to Rubinyan, who goes, "It seems a bit ridiculously evil to kill a five-year-old for power we already have" and Imajane gives him a disgusted look and tells him to screw his courage to the sticking place.

This occurs within range of Rubinyan's darking. Because of time zones, it reports to George first, who goes, "They're solving the five-year-old problem for us? That's gr - that's awful." He thinks for a moment, and tells his darking, "Do not let anyone tell Aly, it will only upset her and there's nothing she can do. I'm very sorry you had to know about this. Why don't you go talk to Daine and take your mind off your troubles?"

So the darking hops down the hall to Daine's room, where they have a very pleasant chat, as far as it is concerned. (The darking's name is Tameran's Finest Black Raspberry Marmalade from the First Flush of the Season. Daine calls it Marmie.)

Daine is a new mom. George has experience with new moms. When Alanna was nine months pregnant he had to repeatedly stop her from dueling commoners over the welfare of their toddlers. He is correctly confident that she has the skills to solve this problem, and sure enough, Marmie sobs its guts up to Daine, who declares this will happen over her dead body and talks to some friends.

When the boat breaks up, there are dolphins waiting to pluck Dunevon and Elsren from the sea. They arrive in Pirate's Swoop at the same time Daine does, where she backs George into a corner and forces him to find a place to take care of these poor boys. (George has a great time. He also talks Daine out of sending parrots to tell Winna and Taybur exactly what happened to their sons because those poor parents.)

So instead Daine sends a parrot to Taybur to squawk DOLPHIN at him every time the subject comes up when he's alone. It's. It's a bit ham-handed, honestly, he gets the point.

~~Meanwhile~~ the coup has gone off successfully, Dove is queen and one of her first goals is to put as much distance between her mother's other surviving child and the throne as possible. This is difficult since she is fourteen and hasn't even gotten her period yet, but she's auditioning suitors from day one, and puts Aly in charge of scouting them. Aly is discovering her skills as matchmaker. Particularly politically, when if Dove chooses a raka or a luarin there will be consternation. Ideally she needs a well-footed raka with Connections, but there aren't a lot of those. Dove, horrifyingly, has suggested compromising by choosing a crow as royal consort, and even has a preferred candidate who has agreed to mate-feed her.

Aly solves this problem by sending the crow off on a Grand Tour to learn to cook insects. And, because she is a splendid matchmaker, she also sends Winna to take her mind off her problems, Petranne to keep her out of the way of other schemers, and Taybur to be Petranne's bodyguard. Because Taybur needs a new kid to guard, poor guy, and she thinks Taybur and Winnamine would be a cute couple.

Taybur proposes an itinerary of nearby beaches, because he deserves to relax on the beach, dammit. Some nice coastal regions within a reachable distance of a day boating trip from Rajmuat. And as they are relaxing on the beach, a fellow comes up to him and offers him a cocktail from the traditional recipe of the Homewood family in Fief Tameran.

(This is a code signal. Taybur gives the wrong answer, so the profferer goes on to sell cocktails to other groups. There is, somewhere, a spy with the right response; George is economical.)

Taybur goes, "There is no Homewood family in Fief Tameran, I checked. Unless." So he quietly adds Tameran to their itinerary, where he and Winna seek out the Homewood family and find two orphaned boys of the exact ages of their lost sons, who look nothing like them, because Numair shape changed them and they are not mages and can't shapeshift back. (Daine's eldest thinks this is very funny.) And they adopt these boys, and everyone everywhere goes, "Oh, these poor sad adults, adopting orphans the same age as their lost boys" and sheds tears.

By the end of their tour Winna has married Taybur (Aly is such a successful matchmaker) for plausible deniability and to immigrate to Carthak because there's a little too much Tortallan spying in their private lives and they for sure don't want to be in the Copper Isles. (Zaimid got Sarai Carthaki citizenship so Sarai can get Winna citizenship and Winna can get Petranne and Duny and Alaren citizenship, but they can only get Taybur citizenship if he's married to Winna.) They coparent so good.

Back in the Isles, Dove turns seventeen and immediately be-consorts the crow, who has returned from his Grand Tour and is prepared to feed her bags of lime and chili pepper fried crickets. He is not raka. He is not luarin. He is not foreign. He is the direct son of the Dawn Crow, and his children are the Dawn Crow's grandchildren. He is the most garish person at the Island's court (fashion is not becoming more restrained and Aly is horrified) and sometimes sits on top of the throne. He is very good in bed.

They have children very fast so that they can mob Dove's enemies, which the half-crow children are in fact down for. There is a period, in their childhood, during which you can tell when a courtier has lost standing in court not by any forced gifts or exile but because a horde of children erupts from a bush screaming and beating the courtier with their arms/wings. Kyprioth is so pleased.

Dove declares that her heir will be whichever oldest child reaches adulthood and decides to continue as a human, not a crow. This bizarre gavelkind sort of operation stumps people considering assassination of the heir for their own purposes. Remaining problem: the kids keep throwing themselves off the execution cliff because, as grandchildren of the Dawn Crow, they can still turn into crows themselves and it's Fun.

#fic request

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

The Clone Wars 5.02 ‘A War on Two Fronts' Reaction

Rex what on earth are you wearing?! Look what they did to my boy.

Naw, he’s got jaig eyes on the front of his chest plate. I’d love to know the story behind Rex getting his jaig eyes.

Ok, who thought it was a good idea to give Rex a jetpack?

Gymnast Rex! Look at him being all flexible and flipping about like a Jedi. Also, his little grunts/old man noises during this. 

Rex, you did not need to backflip off the tank. Sir, you are showing off again.

Ahahahahah omg, it’s an absolute 'blink and you’ll miss it' moment but after Rex leaps off the tank and just before the shot changes, you can see him brush off his shoulder. Sir, you are definitely showing off. You utter dork. I love him so much.

“We must not train terrorists.” Well, that’s going to come back and bite everyone in the arse.

Rex sounding like a drill sergeant there while they’re training the rebels. Also, hello to that jawline.

So this is where we meet Saw Gerrera. Great.

Pitting two young girls against each other over the affections of some teenage boy. How original. I thought something written in 2012 would be better than this but that’s probably looking back with far too rose tinted glasses. Or the awful goggles Rex was wearing.

Rex’s outfit would’ve been so good without those bloody googles. We were robbed.

Just paused it and the hat and earmuffs aren’t great either. And why is he wearing long socks with the pants tucked into them? Is that an aerial or view thingy on his right earmuff? What is the random patch under the long sleeved shirt on his right bicep? Are the blotches supposed to be a camouflage pattern? Ok, I revise my opinion. This entire outfit is trash. Burn it with fire.

Where on earth did Rex get this abomination of an outfit anyway? Does the 501st just have a random closet full of awful civvies clothes? Ahahah, it’s a disguise box isn’t it. 

Ok I’m now analysing Rex’s outfit way too much but oh well, here we are. What are the random pouches attached to his belt for? Why have pockets on your pants if they’re not holding anything? Now that I look at it, the chest plate really doesn’t seem to be covering a great deal. Why are you wearing 2 layers Rex? Unless the underneath layer is his blacks, then it makes more sense. And what are the holsters for your DC-17s attached to? They’re sitting on his hips but the belt is around his waist and they don’t look like they’re connected. Are they just magically connected to his person? Do ARCs just come out of training with their holsters glued to their hips? I have so many notes about this outfit.

Tangentially related outfit notes: Why does Ahsoka have to wander about in a) a boob tube and then b) a skin tight outfit with cutouts, yet Rex and all the guys are fully covered in loose clothing. Oh wait, I know why.

Ah, so Steela was the voice of reason. Of course, it’s the young girl that has to keep the arrogant, hot headed male in check. This is painfully dated, and probably explains why Saw went completely off the rails after her death.

Really not impressed with Saw. He’s arrogant, dismissive and hot-headed. That line from Steela about how he fashions himself as their leader even though no one elected him does not bode well either.

So many Jedi cloaks in this episode! I love the return of their ridiculously obvious and completely unsubtle “disguises”. 

Lmao at Obi-Wan and Anakin at the end having their serious Jedi conversation while pretending to be subtle in their cloaks. No one is falling for that boys.

“I am hopeful, Anakin. Hopeful.” How mysteriously Jedi of you Obi-Wan.

Oh, this is the planet that The Bad Batch went to in ‘Aftermath’. I thought Onderon felt familiar. It’s decidedly weird sometimes watching The Clone Wars after watching The Bad Batch. There’s a lot of moments that I didn’t understand the significance of and thus completely missed out on. Like the return of Rex in ‘Battle Scars’, Cody in ‘The Solitary Clone’ and Gregor (who I still haven’t met in TCW yet) in ‘War-Mantle’. Things like understanding exactly who Cut and Suu were in ‘Cut and Run’ and the importance of their history in TCW, especially with Rex. Even Trace and Rafa are characters from TCW, though I’ve yet to meet them either. And then there’s moments like this where a planet that is completely new at the time of this TCW episode being broadcast is familiar to me because of the backwards way I’ve watched everything. I’m definitely going to have to rewatch The Bad Batch at some point once I’ve watched all of TCW, Rebels and Tales of the Jedi to fully understand and get all the moments and references. 

Lmao of course they have the two characters that were fighting team up at the end and use the same training exercise they failed at earlier to defeat the droids. I know it’s an “animated kids TV show” and sometimes you can really tell. And yet there’s also commentary in here about the folly of an external (essentially) military force training insurgents/rebels from another planet country and the consequences there of. Hmmmmmmm, I wonder what on earth that could be referring to. Hmmmm.

I still cannot believe Rex’s outfit. The ribbing in the group chat is going to be even worse than after the Zygerrian armour. 

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I was reading your answer to that ask about tsunderes (this one), and you had mentioned What did you eat yesterday? and I was cocking my head over this for a day and just had this huge OoooOooh moment.

What did you eat yesterday? has been one of the bewildering mystery cases of "Whyever do I like this so ridiculously much?" (the sort of ones I mentioned in the Why R U?-ask) of the last two decades. And I thought by now I had unriddled most of all the reasons for it. Ho, was I probably wrong about that.

My favorite chapter of the series is the peaches episode from volume 3, where split-the-sales-bundle-packages-shopping buddy Kayoko asks Shirou if he wants to buy off half of the expensive deluxe premium peaches batch she splurged on in a fit of ravenous appetite. He contemplates on how expensive it is, nothing he'd ever really consider by himself, but still why not, Kenji loves peaches, and he can help out Kayoko. So he takes them, and over that they have a conversation about Kayoko's perception of his character until then, followed up by talking about relationship perspectives in general, and I thought I was loving how Shirou's perspective was just entirely devoid of any sugary or cheesy vibes, but instead had this almost calculated practical nuance to it (that as you have put it can come off as manipulative), whilst simultaneously not coming off as bad or abusive in any way, because it clearly emphasized how this is still taking Kenji into consideration and caring for him regardless. (Narratives about relationships seem to always be about the big drama of what is making them get wonky or fail that make me always question why even to start one at all, filling up the sheer absolute need of sappiness that easily makes my eyes roll, or it veers towards a sort of business-y partnership of material benefits that's about always accompanied by an undertone of judgement and this series is almost singularly still about the only one I encountered that is neither.) There is also how the chapter ends on Kenji going all sappy over the peach dessert present taking it as a specific gift from Shirou to him to express his love and Shirou quietly having his objections to that, but dropping them, because explaining would not just be a pain in the neck, but downright a really bad idea. And I thought I loved this little hilarious twist, and the best way I managed to explain this in words so far was that it displays that Shirou is aware of Kenji's love for all things romanticized, something he more than once thinks is kind of annoying, but just lives with it, because it's not really a deal breaking biggie.

Your post put in words gave shape to another piece I hadn't as clearly pinpointed yet. That what probably I liked most about that last scene wasn't even chiefly that Shirou is accepting Kenji's sappy antics, but it's that it showcases that Shirou is bugged by it. Not even because of the sappiness, but because it's Kenji's misunderstanding stating Shirou intentionally, specifically went out of his way to accommodate to his tastes out of motivations like silly love expressions that just totally aren't Shirou. It kind of implies Shirou changed, changed for him, change out of something stupidly sappy as love, when really everything was entirely in line with his character all along. But he also can't really talk about this, because of obvious reasons. But it bugs him. Definitely not enough that it's worth throwing a fuss about at all. But it still bugs him.

I already knew Shirou not having to bend himself over is a recurring motif of the series, the series also knows to be a bit a whole louder about it, like when it makes a point more than once over how Kenji is not Shirou's type at all, so he doesn't wind up catering his crush pleasing tendencies.

But knowing it's oozing over just about everything makes all the subtler, casual throw in scenes like one from volume 17 all that much more profound. In that chapter, after some medical exam drama, Kenji gets invited for lunch at Kayoko's without Shirou and is surprised to find out she's serving up all sorts of favorite foods of his and Kayoko explains that no, Shirou has never gossiped about Kenji's tastes, she just continuously observed how he's adjusted his grocery choices over Kenji's tastes (without the flashback failing to mention that this still comes in tandem with sales and pricing considerations first, which is just such great consistency) and Kenji just has this very quiet "Oh"-moment followed up by being just super happy about it. It's not like he didn't realize a number of times already that Shirou shows his care over his cooking in all sorts of more subtle ways, but this was just one moment where the sheer extent of it sinks in, and it also just has nothing of that overly sappy reaction as with the peaches, it's framed as just as preciously sparkly all the same. But with zero sugar overdose, zero calories overdose, actually very simple, but so, so profoundly savory.

Awwww.

You ever had this moment when there was this one herb that is tied to a number of your favorite dishes, but you always had to rely on it popping up by coincidence in the wild to use for your cooking? That you knew one name of, which however never showed up in anyone's dictionary? That you could describe in roundabout vague ways of your own words to as much detail and as much as you wanted, but no one would ever make sense of? Even if you presented them with the plant in question right before their eyes noses? And then by utter freak chance get handed out its local name along with a botanical stats page describing the plant and its properties? And you go all OooOoh, because you have just obtained the vocabulary and grammar to talk a little bit differently about this thing you were talking about all the time already, but weren't able to quantify, quality or showcase in any systematic way that anyone was ever likely to be able to parse.

That's what your post was. It's awesome. Thanks!!!

Me hopping and zooming around like an overly excited, ecstatic rabbit.

(And also me savoring the moment, because after the initial thrill reality is probably inevitably going to remind me that this likely will wind up just like with that herb, which turned out to be considered as a nuisance weed hereabouts that much less than not ever being offered in any supermarket you won't even find harvests or seeds of it in specialized shops and have to rely on freak chances in the wild after all. And obviously nobody's ever really interested in talking about weed when it's not about weeding it out. T_T)

Awwwww.

On so many levels, awwwww.

I haven't read it just seen the (not really) BL bit I still follow because the characters were so well done in that show. 

And isn’t this the best part? That in talking and analyzing these shows (and ourselves) we understand more about what we like a thing and our own lives, but also are gifted the language to communicate both better? 

To me, anyway, that’s what the best discourse around entertainment is all about. 

And the “squeeeeee” other people like this thing factor... of course. 

But the, omg I gotta tell you about this thing I noticed in a thing I loved, is just so much fun. 

On a complete different note I have no idea Fumi Yoshinaga had been around so long. I read Gerard & Jacques back in 2007! 

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