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purplefangirl42 · 3 months

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Wreck My Plans (Part 1)

Summary: Your life seemed planned out and perfect, until you met a certain soldier.

Pairing: Fives/Fem!Reader

A/N: This is part one of a late birthday gift for @baba-fett. It is loosely based on the song "Willow" by Taylor Swift, in honor of Iris' Swiftiehood.

AO3 Link || Part 2 (Coming Soon!) Divider by saradika

Tags/Warnings: Feelings of being unfulfilled, Themes of Infidelity

All your life, you had a big plan for how you wanted things to work out for you. Find the right person, the right job, the right environment. Settle down, maybe have some kids, and just live life to the fullest. With where you stood now, it seemed that you were right on track to meet those goals. A good job, a partner that met all of your criteria, and future opportunities that were almost within your grasp. That all changed when you met a certain soldier.

You had agreed to go out with your friends, to serve as moral support for one that had recently been dumped and was looking for some fun. You had all ended up at the bar called 79’s, which was known to be the place most of the GAR’s clone troopers spent their shore leave. There were many men for your friend to choose from and you could watch silently from the sidelines, cheering them on. As of now, they seemed to be engrossed with a trooper wearing red and white armor, likely one of the men from the Coruscant Guard.

Satisfied that they were fine and happy with their choice, you got up from your seat and headed to the bar. If things didn’t work out, you were sure they’d be able to handle it on their own. Deep down, you knew that you had truly only been invited because they felt bad for you. While it seemed that all of your life plans were falling into place, the happiness it brought you only ran skin deep. Anyone that really knew you could see that you weren’t actually happy, only pretending to be.

You had liked your job for the first year or so, but things had quickly gotten repetitive and it rarely brought you any sense of accomplishment. It was just a way to pay the bills at this point. Even if the rumored promotion that was in store for you was really possible, you didn’t think it would make much of a difference in your day to day life. On top of that, your partner had a more successful career than you and you couldn’t help feeling left behind, even when they were so supportive of your hard work.

Your partner, who had once seemed like a gift from the maker themself, was a whole other problem. You knew they cared for you, but things never seemed to have any passion. What had seemed like perfect chemistry when you met had fizzled out once you settled into a sense of comfort and stability. Although, that was normal, wasn’t it? The so-called ‘honeymoon phase’ wasn’t meant to last forever. You had thought it would last a little longer than it had though.

“A credit for your thoughts?”

The deep voice beside you pulled you out of the recesses of your mind and back to the loud and bright environment of the bar. You looked up from the drink in your hand to see a trooper standing next to you, a drink of his own in his hand. He was handsome, like all of the clones. He wore blue and white armor with some kind of half skirt hanging around his hips. A goatee adorned his chin and there was a number tattooed on his right temple, a five judging by what you could see.

“I’m not sure they’re worth that much,” you said in reply, realizing that you had been rude by not responding. “I was mostly zoning out, so nothing too serious going on up there.”

The man gave you a warm smile and held out his free hand toward you.

“Name’s Fives,” he said. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

The tattoo suddenly made sense. You returned his smile and took the offered hand, shaking it once before pulling away again.

“Nice to meet you, Fives, but I’m taken. If you’re looking for someone to have fun with, I’m afraid you’ll have to look elsewhere.”

Fives’ brow furrowed as he made a confused face in response to your answer.

“Huh, I’ve never met anyone named ‘Taken’ before. And people think we have weird names.”

You laughed softly and shook your head, amused by his horrible joke. He didn’t seem to care that you weren’t available, persisting on being friendly anyways. You relented and told him your name, which got another smile out of him.

“If you’re spoken for, what are you doing here all alone?” he asked. “The taken ones don’t usually come here unless they’re looking for a night of fun.”

“I was here to support my friend, but it looks like they don’t need me anymore,” you said, pointing to said friend, who was dragging the trooper they had been talking to towards the door. “I don’t really have any reason to stick around, so I should probably head home.”

“Stay for one drink?” he asked, his eyes pleading more than his voice did. “I don’t usually get to talk to girls that aren’t immediately trying to jump me.”

You let out a long sigh as you considered his offer. Surely one drink wouldn’t hurt. Would make the evening seem like less of a waste.

“One drink, and then you’re on your own.”

Your promised one drink lasted over an hour. Fives told you stories from his various missions, funny anecdotes from his time on Kamino with his squad, and he never seemed to stop talking about his brother Echo. You simply sat and listened to everything he had to say, occasionally sipping from your drink. The animated way he talked was mesmerizing to you, pulling you in and keeping you interested in everything he was saying. By the time you finally finished your drink, you weren’t sure you wanted this conversation to end.

“I’m sorry I’ve been talking your ear off,” he said apologetically. “You didn’t really have much chance to say anything.”

“That’s fine! I liked listening to all your stories, they were very interesting. I’m afraid that my drink is gone though, so I should probably head home.”

You could see the slightest hint of a pout on his lips and you felt a twinge in your stomach at the sight. He seemed to truly enjoy spending time with you, a sentiment that was mutual if you were being honest. It was getting late, however, and you needed to head home before your partner started to wonder where you were.

“It was really nice to meet you, Fives,” you said, repeating your words from earlier in the evening. “Maybe we’ll meet again sometime.”

“I certainly hope so,” he said with a grin. “See you around, beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as he called you beautiful for the second time that evening. While the first time hadn’t really had an effect on you, the time spent together and the consumption of alcohol seemed to have warmed you up to him a bit more. You gathered your things and waved goodbye before exiting the bar.

As you rode in the cab back to your apartment, you found your thoughts drifting back to the man at the bar. His presence, his mannerisms, his smile, his laugh. They had all had a lasting effect on you that you couldn’t quite shake. It was a sensation that you hadn’t felt in a long time and part of you wanted to hold onto that feeling as long as you could. It wasn’t a crime to feel flattered and happy with someone new, especially in a situation as temporary as this evening had been.

When you arrived home, you found the place dark. Your partner was sound asleep in the bed, softly snoring without a care in the world. It seemed your worries about their concern about you were unfounded. It was almost as if they didn’t notice you had been gone for as long as you had been. You got ready for bed and slipped in beside them, listening to the snores as you lay there staring at the ceiling.

Your mind wandered back to your companion for the evening, his handsome face in the forefront of your memory. It was a nice thing to focus on as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, a smile forming on your lips as you savored the sensations you had enjoyed in Fives’ company. You wondered if you would ever get the chance to see him again, and you sincerely hoped you would.

Nearly a month later, you still hadn’t been able to get Fives out of your head. Every time you saw a clone trooper, your eyes drifted to their face to see if you could find the goatee and five tattoo. None of them were ever him, but you kept looking regardless. Your friend noticed the attention you paid to all the clones you encountered and asked you if you had a thing for them. When you reminded them that you had someone, they simply smirked and shrugged their shoulders.

“Why does that matter? You’d likely never see him again. Have some fun and pretend it never happened. You could be doing one of them a favor, letting them get some action before they go off to die in the stupid war.”

You didn’t like that way of thinking, and you told your friend so. Even if they didn’t have much time to enjoy themselves, they deserved more than to be used for the entertainment of others. If they wanted to go out and lose themselves in some trooper they never wanted to see again, that was their business, but it wasn’t something you intended to do.

That night when you got home, you were surprised to find your partner waiting for you. They were almost never home before you, working late hours at the office of the Senator they worked with. Their presence in the apartment at this time of day was completely unheard of.

“What’s going on?” you asked, looking around to see if anything was amiss in the apartment. “Is something wrong?”

“I hope not, or this will be quite awkward,” they said, pushing a button on the small remote in their hands.

Soft music began to play and you finally noticed the things that were different. There were flowers in a vase on the counter, small candles burning in various places, and the overall lighting of the room was dim. When your eyes drifted back to them, you saw them sinking down to one knee.

“I had hoped to make this a bit more romantic,” they started. “Take you out for dinner and make a big thing about it, but I thought this would be more your speed.”

You felt your heart rate increase as you realized what was happening. They were proposing. This was a moment that you had been imagining since you were a young girl and had been waiting to happen since you had gotten together. It was everything you had wanted.

So why did it feel so wrong? Why did you want to turn around and run away?

You stared at your partner, your mouth hanging open in disbelief. Things had been so stagnant between you that you had never seen this coming. Had there been signs that you had missed? Had you been so distracted by the thought of a man that probably didn’t even remember your name that you didn’t see what was right in front of you?

“I think the two of us are a great match, and we could do great things together in the future.”

Part of you wanted to stop them before they went any further, but another part of you wanted to latch onto this opportunity and take it before it slipped away. This is what you had wanted for so long, it only made sense that you accept your fate and follow the plan you had laid out so many years ago.

“We don’t need to rush into anything and I’m willing to wait until you’re ready and everything can be as you want, but I want you to know how much you mean to me. I want you to know that I’m committed to you and this relationship.”

These were the words you had been waiting to hear for months. You had been so desperate for them only a month ago, but now they seemed to skim right over you as if they meant nothing. A call of your name broke you out of your thoughts and focused your attention on the person before you.

“Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Your lips couldn’t form an answer. Neither acceptance or rejection left your mouth. You simply stood there staring at them. A thousand thoughts blew around inside your mind, pushing you this way and that. You couldn’t make sense of any of them, so you said the first thing that you could grasp.

“I need time to think.”

You could see your partner’s shoulders sink in disappointment at your answer. You didn’t want to hurt them, the sight of their pain sending a knife into your stomach. If they had asked this question a month ago, your answer would have been a loud and confident yes. Now, when you had experienced the thrill of what things should have felt with them, but with someone else, you weren’t sure.

“I’m not saying no,” you clarified, hoping to ease their pain a bit. “This is a serious decision and I want to be sure before I give you my answer. You mean a lot to me and I want to make sure we make the right decision before we jump into anything.”

That answer seemed to have a more positive effect on them and you could see their spirits lift a small amount as they rose from the kneeled position and closed the box with the ring. You had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even looked at the ring. It could have been the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen and you wouldn’t have known it.

“I promise that I will think things through,” you said, stepping forward and taking their hands in your own. “You will have your answer before long.”

Meaning what you had promised, you took the steps you needed to come up with the answer to the important question you had been asked. You needed to see if there was a chance to repeat that moment in the bar, to see if that chemistry was indeed there or if you had imagined it. You had asked your friend to look Fives up and they had been able to tell you what unit he served with and through their sources, had learned that the 501st was currently on Coruscant.

That night, you headed to 79’s to complete your mission. You just had to find Fives and see how things went. If he didn’t remember you or if you didn’t click like you had that first night, you would put the matter to rest. As you made your way in the direction of the bar, a horrible thought crossed your mind.

What if he isn’t even alive anymore?

You knew there were many risks in war and even the most capable soldier could be lost on the battlefield. There was a distinct possibility that Fives was no longer around and all your worrying and searching had been for nothing. The two of you could have simply been two ships passing in the night, crossing paths for a moment, never to meet again.

The moment you crossed the threshold of the bar, your eyes searched the bar for his signature tattoo. You drifted from face to face, all of the identical men blurring together in your desperation. Eventually, you settled on a group in blue and white armor. You searched their faces frantically and found what you were looking for. Standing with another clone with a handprint on the chest plate of his armor, the man you knew to be Echo based on the stories you had heard last time, was Fives.

Just as you found him in the crowd, he turned his gaze in direction and your eyes met across the room. Judging by the surprised raise of his brows, you guessed that he had seen you and recognized you. He lifted his hand to give you a wave, gesturing for you to cross the room to join him. Your heart was in your throat as you pushed through the crowd to his side. Fives smiled at you when you reached him and gestured to you as he spoke to the man beside him.

“This is that girl I was telling you about,” he said. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

The other clone smiled at you and held out his hand to you. You were so flustered by Fives calling you beautiful again that you nearly missed his attempt to greet you. You learned that it was in fact Echo, just as you had guessed.

“I think I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Echo said, moving away from you and Fives. “It was nice to meet you.”

Fives nodded at his brother before turning his full attention to you.

“I told you I’d see you again,” he said with a large grin. “I am surprised to see you here again. Another friend in need of moral support?”

“Actually, I came here to find you,” you said. “I wanted to be sure of something before I made a decision that will change my life forever.”

“Oh really? What did you want to be sure of?”

You couldn’t find the words to answer him. You hadn’t had much more of a plan than to simply find him, not having thought any further than that. For once, you didn’t have a plan. Maybe you could just see him and figure out what to do after that. But, here he stood before you and you had no more answers than you had before you arrived.

“I honestly don’t know,” you said. “There was something…last time I saw you, I felt something that I can’t explain. It’s been driving me crazy for the past month and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Fives’ brow furrowed in confusion, which you didn’t blame him for. Nothing you were saying made sense. You never should have done this.

“I thought you were taken?” he asked. “That’s what you told me. Or was that just a line to get me to leave you alone?”

“It’s complicated…”

“How complicated?” he asked before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “I can deal with complicated.”

You met his eyes and could see something dark hiding behind his questioning gaze. Something that you had seen a glimmer of last time, but had ignored. Something dangerous.

“Why don’t we go somewhere we can talk privately?” he said under his breath.

You nodded and followed his lead when he started walking to a hallway that led to a part of the bar that was much quieter than the main area. He led you to a doorway, which you guessed led to a storage room of some sort. After hesitating for a moment, you followed him in and closed the door behind you.

You leaned back against the door and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. You felt your palms sweating from your nerves, so you wiped them on your pants before clenching them at your sides. The feeling of your nails digging into the skin grounded you enough to open your eyes and face the situation at hand.

When you glanced up at Fives, you saw him leaning against the opposite wall. He met your gaze and in the dim light of the room, you could see his expression twisting into one of concern mixed with curiosity.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” he said. “And don’t diminish the importance of what you’re thinking about.”

Steeling your nerves, you set your shoulders and looked him in the eyes as you spoke.

“Last time I saw you, I felt a connection between us,” you said. “It was something that I hadn’t felt in a long time and I couldn’t get you out of my mind for the past month.”

You saw a smirk spread across Fives’ face at your words.

“I’ve been known to have that effect on people,” he said before his smirk shifted into a softer smile. “If it helps, the feeling is mutual. I’ve been thinking about you too.”

That didn’t help, despite what he had said. The fact that your feelings hadn’t been one-sided only made this situation harder.

“I have someone. Someone good, that has been part of my life for a while now. They’re everything I’ve wanted out of life for as long as I can remember. I have so many plans and they are the key to fulfilling them.”

Fives’ eyebrows rose and the smile faded from his face, replaced by a look of annoyance.

“And why are you telling me this?”

You took a step closer to him, never looking away from him as you moved.

“Because you are throwing a wrench in those plans. I have my goals within my grasp and something is holding me back. A chance that I may never have again, and I don’t want it to slip past me without knowing what things could be like if I had taken it.”

Fives stepped forward from his position against the wall and closed the distance between you a little more. His eyes drifted down your form before lifting to meet your gaze again.

“So take it,” he said softly. “If it scratches that itch and you can move on to everything you planned, I’d be glad to help you along.”

You didn’t need much more encouragement than that. You took one final step forward and threw your body in his direction. Your arms reached up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips in a kiss that was both sweet and desperate. His hands found purchase on your waist, holding you in place as he returned the kiss with fervor. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he had wanted to do this since laying eyes on you a month ago.

After a few moments, you pulled away slightly and met his gaze again. The dark look from before had expanded, front and center in his eyes rather than hidden and controlled. The guilt you had felt before about using him for your own fulfillment seemed to evaporate at the sight of the desire within him.

What harm could it do? Scratch that itch and move on with your lives. You’d both be better off in the end, knowing that you hadn’t let this pass you by.

A/N: Give this a like, comment, and reblog and let me know what you think!

Tagging: @trixie2023

#star wars #star wars: the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #tcw fives #arc trooper fives #clone trooper fives #fives x reader #fives x you #arc trooper fives x reader #gift fic

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purplefangirl42 · 3 months

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Letters from Silco—Without You

This is a letter from Silco to @purplefangirl42's OC Lil from her fic "Who We Were." (If you haven't read it, you absolutely should!) I hope I did your wonderful protagonist justice!

Word count: 223

Tags: Silco x Olilia/Lil, Silco x OC, angst, set before the events of Arcane, set after Vander's betrayal, set before the events of Who We Were

Olilia,

I thought it prudent given the nature in which we left things

I am writing to inform you that I am, despite what you might have heard, not dead.

I miss you.

Lil,

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for leaving. I'm sorry for not coming back. I'm sorry for breaking my promise. And I'm sorry that you'll never get the chance to actually read this letter.

I can make some excuse—my monstrous face, my crippling rage—but you would see right through that, wouldn't you? You always do. Nothing ever gets past you.

Perhaps that's why I stayed away.

If I had come back, if you had known what I intended to do, you never would have allowed me to continue. I have plans—a vision—for the whole of the Undercity. And I must do terrible, ugly things to achieve that vision. Things I know you would not approve. Things you would tell me not to do. But I can't fight a revolution without weapons; I cannot instill fear in my enemies—our enemies—without power.

And Lil, my sweet Lil, I get closer and closer to that goal each day. I can see the Nation of Zaun so clearly; it's so close I can almost reach out and grasp it.

But what is the point?

What's the point of all of this?

If it's without you?

Fun fact: the crumpled papers are actual first attempts at the letter lolol

If you would like a (digital copy) of a Silco letter of your own, check out this post for details on how to request one!

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#other people's writing #arcane oc #silco x oc

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purplefangirl42 · 4 months

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Tomorrow is another day, and you won't have to hide away. But, for now, it's time to run.

It's time to run.

Run, Boy, Run - commission

#original characters #star wars #arcane oc #stargate atlantis #sga #star wars: the clone wars #jedi oc #arcane league of legends #arcane #support artists #artists on tumblr #OC: Mina Kolya #OC: Olillia #OC: Lena Orim

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purplefangirl42 · 4 months

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You're My Favorite

Summary: Silco is a bit insecure about your interest in others, but you're quick to ease his mind.

Pairing: Silco/GN!Reader

A/N: This was part of a gift exchange for my lovely friend @deny-the-issue. Love you lots and lots Jasper 💜

Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, Fluff, Silco being jealous, Themes of Insecurity Divider by saradika

A soft huff of annoyance was the sound that greeted you when you entered Silco’s office, which was not exactly what you were expecting. He was usually very happy to see you, as it meant he would have a small distraction from his busy work day.

“Something wrong?” you asked as you sank into the armchair across from his desk.

Silco peered at you over the edge of his laptop screen, the skin between his eyes crinkled as he furrowed his brows at you. Before you could ask again what his problem was, he turned the computer to face you.

You leaned forward to look at what he was showing you and discovered he had the purchase history open for his online shopping account. The list contained many purchases from Jinx, but also a number from yourself. The latest was a set of merchandise for a game you enjoyed, specifically for the character you were a big fan of.

“If you’re upset I used your account, I can pay you back,” you said, trying to not let your own annoyance seep into your tone. “I didn’t think you’d mind me using it though. I’ve used it plenty of times before.”

Silco sat back in his desk chair, turning the computer back around.

“It’s not the money that bothers me, it’s the content,” he said. “Everything has this man’s face on it. As if the big poster at home that I have to walk by every day wasn’t bad enough, now his face will be staring back at me from your clothing?”

Confusion filled your mind at his reaction. He had never expressed an issue with this subject matter before, so you had no idea where this was coming from.

“At least tell me this one has some flaws,” he continued. “That last character you were fawning over from that TV show was a near perfect human specimen.”

Silco’s last comment echoed through your mind for a few moments before you realized what the problem was. He was feeling self-conscious about his looks and comparing himself to others you showed attraction to.

This was not the first time something like this had happened. Around the time the two of you started dating, he had expressed concern about your ability to find someone better than him. Someone younger and better looking. Though you had assured him that he was the one you wanted, it seemed that those doubts still lingered to an extent.

You stood up from your chair and made your way around to his side of the desk. He was pointedly not looking at you, focusing on the screen in front of him. When you stopped at his side, you gently placed your hand on the side of his face to turn it towards you.

“Silco? Are you feeling jealous?” you asked.

Silco scowled and let out another huff in response.

“Of fictional characters? Don’t be ridiculous.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, giving him a chance to change his answer to the correct one. After a moment, his face relaxed and he gave a resigned sigh.

“I will admit, it’s a bit discouraging to see you so infatuated with these people,” he said. “It just reminds me of what I’m lacking.”

He gestured to the computer screen again and to the phone in your front pocket.

“You surround me with these images and as hard as I try to ignore it, it lingers in my mind.”

You reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone. The case had a piece of art featuring the character you had just purchased merch for. You turned the phone over and placed it down on the desk so the case was hidden from his view.

“I’m sorry, darling,” Silco said. “I know I’m being ridiculous about something so unimportant. Forget this conversation ever happened.”

You leaned down to be at his level and gently stroked his cheek.

“Silco, you don’t need to apologize for expressing your feelings.”

“You deserve to enjoy things, to go all out. If having these things makes you happy, then I will deal with Mr. What’s-his-name staring at me from every angle.”

You laughed softly at Silco calling the character ‘Mr. What’s-his name’ and reached for your phone again, turning on the screen.

“While he may be all over the place, do you know who I have as my lock screen?” you asked, turning the phone so he could see.

Silco leaned over and looked at the phone and you could see the embarrassed look on his expression fade into something softer. The image on the screen was a picture of the two of you together. Jinx had taken it for you at one of Silco's company parties. She had said the two of you looked cute together, and you had agreed and immediately made it your lock screen.

“I may enjoy all these beautiful, FICTIONAL, characters,” you said, emphasizing the fact that they were not real. “But you are still my favorite, Silco. You always will be.”

You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before pulling away and placing the phone back in your pocket. Silco looked up at you with a look of adoration that made your heart swell. You gave him a soft smile and pointed at the screen.

“I’m still getting those by the way, they were a great deal.”

Silco rolled his good eye and you could swear you saw the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Yes, darling. I will simply pretend that they do not exist. For you.”

To make things easier for Silco, you placed the items you purchased in your office as soon as they arrived. You had even moved the poster so he wouldn’t have to see it every day. When you watched him walk past the spot the following day, you saw him hesitate and look at the empty wall. He turned his gaze to you with a raised brow, which you responded to with a smile before coming over to wrap your arms around him.

“What happened to What’s-his-name?” Silco asked. “I was just starting to get used to him.”

“He lives in my office now so you don’t have to see him staring at you every day.”

You felt Silco’s arms tighten around you for a few moments before he released you. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and went about his normal routine. You knew he had many things to get done before the holiday break, so you let him go without further conversation.

You started going about doing your own things, getting the house ready for the upcoming holiday. Jinx was going to be coming home from school for two weeks and you wanted the house to look magical when she arrived. Silco wasn’t much help when it came to the decorating process, so it was probably better that he was busy while you did this.

Just as you were putting the finishing touches on one of your decorations, you heard the front door burst open. Before you could turn around, you felt a body slam into you, nearly knocking you to the floor. Blue and pink tipped fingers were visible at the ends of the arms wrapped around your midsection, which gave away the identity of your attacker, as if you didn’t already know.

“Welcome home, Jinx,” you said, patting her hands. “Did you have a good trip here?”

“I don’t think she stopped talking the entire way here from the airport,” came an annoyed grumble behind you.

Turning around in your daughter’s tight grasp, you looked over her head to see a very grumpy looking Sevika standing in the doorway holding Jinx’s paint splattered bags. She dropped them to the floor and held up her hands.

“She’s your problem now,” she said, turning to leave.

“Thank you, Sevika!” you called after her as she departed.

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Jinx, listening to her stories about the past semester. You all had plans to go out for dinner once Silco came home from work, so when the time got closer, you disappeared into the bedroom to get ready. You were surprised to find Silco standing there waiting for you.

“When did you get home? I never saw you come in!” you said, walking towards your closest.

“That’s because I told Jinx to distract you so you wouldn’t notice. It would have ruined the surprise.”

“What surprise?”

You stopped in your tracks at the sight of a box sitting on the end table beside the door to the closet. It was long and red with a white bow on top. You reached out for the box and picked it up carefully before turning to face Silco.

“What’s this?”

Silco crossed the room to stand in front of you, his hands clasped behind his back and the hint of a smile lifting the corner of his mouth. He pointed his chin in the direction of the box in your hands, clearly wanting you to open it.

Doing as he wished, you pulled at the white bow, undoing the knot. Lifting the lid from the box, you revealed the contents inside. A beautiful gold bracelet sat inside, nestled in black velvet. You let out a soft gasp as you carefully extracted it from the box, placing the box back down on the end table.

“Silco, this is beautiful!,” you exclaimed. “But, Christmas isn’t for another week!”

“I thought you could wear it tonight when you go for dinner,” he said, stepping closer and taking it from your hands and turning it over. “Look on the back.”

You looked at where he indicated and saw an engraving that looked very similar to Silco’s handwriting. Your eyes scanned over the words on the metal and you felt your heart skip a beat.

You’re my favorite too. Always have been, always will be.

Your vision blurred slightly as tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. You looked up to meet Silco’s gaze as the first drop ran down your cheek. Throwing yourself in his direction, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder.

“I’m glad you like it, darling,” Silco said, returning your embrace.

“Like it? I love it!”

Silco pulled back from the embrace and took your hand in his to guide it to a position where he could attach your gift. Once it was securely in place, he lifted your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“It is just a small token of my love for you. I wanted to ensure that you knew your sentiment was returned.”

“I didn’t need a bracelet to tell me, but it is nice to have it there as a reminder.”

You closed the distance between you once again, kissing Silco softly on the lips. You felt him smile into the kiss and wrap his arms around you to pull you tightly against him. You hoped he truly understood how much you loved him and how important he was to you. Much more than anyone else you could ever meet.

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Fazed (Part 15)

Series Summary: With Anakin out of commission and Obi-Wan sent elsewhere, the 501st needs a new General. Lena Orim has stepped up to take Anakin's place and has rattled the 501st's usually stoic Captain Rex. His feelings are not one-sided, which may lead to some questionable decisions.

Pairing: Captain Rex/Jedi! OC (Lena Orim)

Parts: Series Masterlist ~ PREVIOUS ~ NEXT ~

Part 15 Summary: Conversations and heart-to-hearts lead to both closure and pain.

Warnings/Tags: Dialogue Heavy, Mentions of cruel behavior, Misunderstandings, Slight Angst

A/N: Many thank yous to @silcoitus for beta reading for me!

Lena and Rex spent the following few hours talking about everything and nothing. She listened to him talk about the crazy antics that Anakin put him through and gave him tales in return of embarrassing stories from Anakin’s childhood. She told him of the time Blaze had tried to eat Keebo’s spicy cooking and nearly set his mouth on fire, which led him to share the story of how he and Cody had gotten stuck in an air vent as cadets.

Knowing she didn’t have much more time to spend with him before they went their separate ways, Lena cherished each laugh as Rex remembered something funny and she found herself smiling every time he looked at her. It had been quite a while since she had felt this at ease, and she wanted to make it last.

“You keep telling me things about other people,” Rex said. “You haven’t said much about yourself.”

Lena thought over the conversation and realized that he was right. Most of her stories had been about Keebo, Anakin, Obi-Wan, or one of her men. She didn’t really know what to say about herself, not knowing what would be interesting for him to hear.

“The important things in my life have to do with the people I care about,” she said. “What could I say about myself that wouldn’t feel like I was filling out a survey?”

“How did you get the scar on your arm?” he asked.

“We’re back to talking about scars?” Lena said with an amused smile. “You don’t want to know what my favorite color is or something like that?”

Rex rolled his eyes and gave her a pointed look.

“It’s blue by the way.”

“How convenient that I wear a lot of blue,” Rex said.

“Yes, very convenient.”

The two of them stared at each other for a few moments before Lena reached up and pulled at the loose neckline of her shirt. She pulled it down to expose her right bicep, where a dark line marred the pale skin.

“I assume this is the scar you’re talking about?” she asked. “You aren’t the only one that gets shot off of speeder bikes. I was on a mission a few months ago, and was riding on the back of a speeder when some droids knocked some rocks into our path. I was lifting the rocks so we could get through and one of the droids that was following us shot me in the arm, knocking me off the speeder. The rest of my group managed to escape, but I was blocked by the falling debris.”

Lena saw Rex wince at the mention of her flying off a moving speeder bike so she gave him an encouraging smile.

“While it did hurt a lot, I’ve been through worse. One of the members of the team I was working with managed to get me away safely and he even helped bandage my wound afterwards.”

As she told Rex what had happened, memories flooded Lena’s mind. Memories of wiry arms wrapped around her midsection; of warm, practiced fingers carefully tending to her arm; heavy, intense stares from a pair of eyes the exact color of the man across from her. Lena shook her head rapidly in an effort to clear the images from her mind and pulled her shirt back up, covering the scar.

“Everything alright?” Rex asked.

Lena gave him a small smile and reached out to take his hand. The warm, calloused skin felt good against her own. It was reassuring and real. She could count on him, she could trust him. Rex was more than an idea or a lingering possibility, he was here.

“Everything’s fine,” Lena said. “Just got a little lost in my own head for a moment there.”

“I have a question about what goes on with your head,” Rex said.

“Is it about my hair?” Lena said jokingly. “Because I have questions about yours.”

She heard Rex sigh, which she responded to with a mischievous grin.

“I’m sorry, Rex. What did you want to ask?”

Rex took Lena’s other hand in his, forcing her to face him directly as they sat opposite on the bed. His sudden seriousness concerned her, her grin fading from her face as she tilted her head curiously, awaiting his question.

“Last night, you said something about separating our feelings. You said that you would explain it later. I want to know what you meant, if you’re comfortable explaining it.”

A sense of relief flashing through Lena, a bit brief as it was pushed aside by the concern emanating from the man across from her. She could understand why he could possibly be worried about what she had said with no context.

“How much do you know about what Jedi sense through the force?” she asked. “About how we sense emotions and thoughts of those around us?”

“I know some, but for the sake of this conversation, pretend I don’t know much of anything.”

Lena took a deep breath as she contemplated the best way to explain this to him. It wasn’t usually a subject of conversation with people outside of the order. Usually she was speaking to those who had the ability to feel the world around them already and understood a fraction of what she felt.

“Every living being is connected through the force, some more than others depending on how the force flows through them. Certain Jedi have special abilities that focus on certain aspects of the force. Some gain memories from items they touch, some have strong connections with animals and nature, and some can accomplish feats that no one has ever heard of before. I have an ability where I can feel the emotions of others as if they are my own without even trying.”

Lena could see a sense of understanding dawn on Rex’s face. She could feel some of the concern disappearing, which eased her mind.

“When I said I needed to separate our feelings, I meant that I needed to ensure that what I was feeling was truly coming from me and not just an extension of your feelings. It would have led to complications and hurt feelings if we acted on those feelings, only to discover that they were truly one-sided.”

“And you’re certain that they aren’t?” Rex asked hesitatingly. “They go both ways?”

Lena smiled and released one of his hands, raising it to cup his cheek.

“I’m certain.”

Rex let out a long sigh and Lena could both see and feel the relief in him. She wondered if he had been worried about that exact thing, that she had acted on his feelings alone.

“I appreciate you asking, Rex. Never hesitate to ask. Feelings don’t always explain the meaning behind themselves, so if I don’t have the words to go along with them, I could assume the wrong thing.”

Rex nodded and reached up his hand to place it against hers, pulling it forward and placing a kiss on her palm.

“I suppose the same goes for you. I definitely can’t read your mind, so you’ll have to tell me how you’re feeling.”

Lena laughed softly, pulling her hands out of his grasp and standing from the bed. She stretched her arms up over her head, feeling her spine pop from the movement. She grabbed the dishes and trash they had generated and began to clean up a bit. They still had a while before they would reach Coruscant, but she felt the need to do something.

“Not to put a damper on this pajama party,” she said. “But I’m getting dressed.”

Lena moved over to the drawers built into the wall of her quarters and started removing items, draping them over her arm as she went. She could feel Rex’s gaze on her as she gathered everything, watching her every move. When she had retrieved all her clothes, she walked back over to the bed and plopped the pile down. Rex looked at the pile with a raised brow.

“You wear a lot of clothes,” he said.

“Coming from the man that wears an entire set of armor most of the time?”

Rex shrugged, seemingly agreeing with her before he stood up from the bed as well and walked in the direction of the fresher. Lena stripped off her sleeping clothes before starting on her many layers. She had on only her undergarments when Rex returned, having retrieved the top half of the blacks she had given him. He gave her body an appreciative look, his eyes scanning her entire form.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she scolded. “I’m trying to put clothes on. I don’t need you undressing what little I have on with your eyes.”

Rex held up his hands defensively and sat back down on the edge of the bed to wait for her. Lena pulled on her thermal undershirt and long socks before pulling her pants on, tucking the shirt in. Her tunic, a long-sleeved light brown one, went on and was also tucked in. Her darker colored wrap was next, followed by the even darker overdress. Her belt was the last thing added, and she didn’t feel her wrist bracers were necessary at this time.

“I don’t understand how you could ever be cold with all those layers on,” Rex said. “I just wear the one layer under my armor most of the time and even that is too much sometimes.”

“Remind me to show you how cold my hands and feet can get sometimes,” Lena said. “You’ll probably add another few layers to me yourself.”

Rex reached out and took one of her hands, holding it between his palms.

“I’ll keep your hands warm for you anytime you need,” he said.

Lena leaned down and kissed him softly before pulling her hand away and heading in the direction of the fresher to grab her hair brush. She swiftly undid the long braid and got to work on running the brush through the thick strands. Rex watched her as she worked through a few tangles, and she swore she saw him wince a few times.

“By the way, I never got to ask my question about your hair,” Lena said. “Is it naturally blond like that or do you have to constantly color it? With how short it is, I imagine that would be a lot of upkeep.”

Rex ran his hand over the patch of fuzz that covered his head. Lena knew his hair would be soft curls if he let it grow out, and she longed for the opportunity to do such a thing.

“I actually use a special kind of dye,” Rex explained. “It lasts for a very long time and doesn’t fade. Eventually the roots do grow out, but I have a special supplier.”

“Oh?”

“Kix is dating this girl who is a hair-stylist. Which is funny to me that she has that job, because she’s a Togruta and doesn’t have any hair herself. He gets the dye from her.”

“Keebo does my hair for me all the time,” Lena said. “It can be fun to experience that when you don’t have it yourself.”

“I suppose.”

“I’ll have to tell Sparx and Blaze about that dye. Their hair takes so much maintenance, especially Blaze’s, since he has to lighten it first before he adds the orange.”

“Sparx?” Rex asked. “Is he one of your men?”

Lena put the finishing touches on her hairstyle and returned the brush to its location.

“I forget you haven’t met him yet! Sparx is our resident ARC trooper. Both he and Chip have been with Keebo and I from the beginning of the war, even before we officially joined the GAR. He was away for some training, but I’m sure you’ll meet him soon.”

“I look forward to it,” Rex said as Lena walked over to where he was sitting. “I’m sure everyone has interesting stories to tell me about you that you won’t share yourself.”

Lena scrunched her nose at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I promise, my stories are not exciting,” she said. “I’m actually very boring.”

“Somehow, I doubt that.”

Lena leaned in to kiss him again when her comm started to go off on the bedside table. She furrowed her brow in confusion, wondering who would be calling her. Everyone on the ship knew to leave her alone for now and most of the others she would talk to would be seeing her soon enough when they reached Coruscant. She released her hold on Rex and walked over to answer the buzzing comm. A voice she recognized as Senator Organa’s assistant came through.

“Forgive me for bothering you, Lady Orim,” she said. “I know you are on your way back to Coruscant now, but apparently this cannot wait until then.”

“What is it that can’t wait until tomorrow?” Lena asked, annoyance in her tone.

She wasn’t annoyed at the assistant, but at who she knew was likely the cause of this call. There were very few people that would be this insistent to get a hold of her, and she was related to both of them.

“Lord Titus Morell has been calling every few hours, insisting that he talk to you. He won’t tell me what about but insists that it’s urgent.”

Lena rolled her eyes. There was never anything truly urgent that she needed to deal with in her work within the Alderaanian government, especially since taking on the role of the General of the 394th, but Titus always made everything seem like an emergency.

“I’ll send the forwarding information for my office here aboard the Monitor,” she said. “You can let him know that I will speak with him within the hour.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the assistant said. “Again, I apologize for bothering you.”

“It’s not your fault he’s so annoying,” Lena said.

She could swear she heard a cough on the other end, which was likely an effort to cover up a laugh. She ended the call and tossed her comm back onto the bedside table. Turning to face Rex, she gave him an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, Rex. I was going to suggest we get some proper food and go grab some lunch, but it seems I have duties to deal with.”

“What was that all about?” he asked. “Seemed official. More political than military.”

“I’ll explain later,” Lena promised. “But right now I need to deal with a very annoying, stuffy man. Why don’t you head down to the mess and get yourself some food? I’ll come join you if I finish in a reasonable time.”

Rex watched Lena walk away after they parted ways. There was still so much he didn’t know about her life, such as what kind of business she was currently going to deal with. He was eager to learn everything he could about her, but she seemed to almost be withholding information unless he directly asked her about it. He had a feeling she wasn’t used to having new people in her life that she didn’t spend all of her time with. It was something they would just have to work through together.

Finding his way to the mess hall, Rex acquired some food to satisfy the gnawing hunger in his belly. The ration packs that he and Lena had shared earlier had taken the edge off, but he needed more than just that to keep himself going. GAR issued meals weren’t the most satisfying, but they were full of nutrients, so he suspected that was more important than tasting good. Lena had mentioned that Keebo liked to cook, especially spicy things, so maybe he would get some flavorful meals in the future.

Rex found a mostly empty table and sat down. There weren’t many men in the mess at this time, but he still wanted to have some space to himself. His wishes were denied, however, when someone sat down across from him. When he looked up, Rex found himself face-to-face with Admiral Yung. He supposed there was no chance of convincing the other man to give him some solitude, so he didn’t even bother mentioning it.

“Admiral,” he said in greeting.

“Captain.”

Despite being in the mess, the Admiral did not have a tray in front of him. He only had a cup of what Rex assumed was caf. With nothing to occupy himself with, he was focused on Rex himself. His gaze was a bit unnerving for Rex, who suddenly felt like he was under a microscope. He remembered his conversation with Lena about Yung being aware that something had happened between the two of them. Rex hoped this wasn’t some kind of sign that he was going to get reprimanded.

“It seems that you and the General have become quite close during your time together,” Yung said, lifting his cup to take a sip of his caf. “I believe she’s fond of you.”

Rex narrowed his eyes, wondering briefly if the Admiral had read his mind. He brushed off the thought and tried to regain his composure so as to not give away more than he needed.

“She is a very kind person,” he said. “And she and General Skywalker are close, so it would be a good thing for us to get along, would it not?”

“Usually, getting along does not lead to love bites on someone’s neck.”

Rex nearly choked on his food at Yung’s statement, coughing to clear his throat before glancing up to meet his gaze.

“I wasn’t born yesterday, Captain. I know the two of you are more than platonic,” Yung said. “As long as it doesn’t interfere with anything, I see no issue.”

Rex stared at the other man silently for a moment, surprised by his comment. Lena had said that Yung wouldn’t make a fuss about them, but hearing it from the man himself was a completely different matter.

“I believe non-fraternization rules have their place,” Yung continued. “But if everyone is consenting and there’s no drama that can’t be dealt with like adults, workplace relationships can lead to very fruitful relationships.”

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience,” Rex said.

The corner of Yung’s mouth quirked up slightly, the most emotion Rex had seen from him in their short acquaintance.

“I met my wife when we were both serving the Republic. I was military, she was medical. It led to a happy marriage and two beautiful daughters. Though I still miss her, I am reminded of her and the good times we had together when I am working. If you have to be somewhere all the time, you may as well find something to make it bearable.”

Rex nodded in agreement, not really sure what to say. He was surprised that Yung was sharing such a personal tidbit of his life when they barely knew each other. He couldn’t remember any personal conversations with Admiral Yularen ever taking place. They were all business, all the time.

“I’ll let you eat your lunch in peace,” Yung said, standing with his cup in his hand. “General Orim is a kind person, as you said. She deserves to be happy.”

This was not the first time Rex had heard this sentiment from someone close to Lena. The fact that multiple people seemed concerned with her happiness warmed his heart. He was glad that she had such people in her corner. However, it also made him sad to think about the fact that she had been so unhappy that this sentiment was necessary.

“Good day, Captain,” Yung said before walking away, leaving Rex alone once again.

Rex ate his meal in silence, lost in his own thoughts. He was so caught up in what he was thinking about, that he didn’t notice that he was no longer alone. A pair of troopers sat down at his table a short ways down. Their conversation was mundane, but it was something to help him get out of his own head. Rex bowed his head and covertly listened to what the troopers were talking about.

“You know that chick, Maisy?”

“The Zeltron guard dog that practically lives at 79’s? Yeah, what about her?”

“My girl is friends with her and they were talking about this guy that apparently is bad news.”

“Is it that skinny guy from the squad of weirdos we worked with that one time? Cuz she hangs out with him a lot, and if anyone would be bad news, it would be that guy.”

“No, not him. Some other guy. Didn’t hear what his name was, but he seemed like a real piece of work. Apparently, he searches for girls that are vulnerable and makes them believe he’s going to make their whole lives better. Then, he just leaves them the next morning, laughing at them for falling for his lies.”

“What an ass. I’m surprised Maisy hasn’t kicked the crap out of him yet. I looked at a girl wrong once, according to her at least, and she was giving me the stink eye for months.”

“Apparently, she tried to get him banned, but the owner said he couldn’t ban clones from the clone bar.”

“Wait, this guy is a clone?”

Rex was quickly getting bored of this conversation. He had heard about this guy before from a few of his men. He had never come across him and, like the men at his table, didn’t know his name. He didn’t want to know him either from what he’d heard about him. Just as he was about to get up from the table, he heard something else that grabbed his attention.

“You don’t think it’s him, do you? He doesn’t seem like the type.”

“Blond buzzcut, ARC trooper, blue paint on his armor, and I’m pretty sure there’s an X in his name somewhere.”

Rex froze as he heard those words. It almost sounded like they were describing him. He had no idea what this guy looked like, but it seemed like the two of them had a lot in common, at least physically.

“There was a rumor that this guy has a list of ‘conquests’ that he hopes to achieve. It would not surprise me if a Jedi was on the list.”

“You don’t think the General would fall for that kind of thing would you? Surely she’s smarter than that.”

“Depends on how good the lie is.”

Rex couldn’t listen anymore. This conversation was getting dangerously close to slander and he would not have these lies told about him, especially not where Lena could possibly overhear them.

“Do you two think it is wise to talk about someone when they could be sitting right next to you?” he asked, his anger simmering. “Especially someone who outranks you?”

The two troopers stared at him blankly, one of them opening his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted before he could say anything.

“Exactly, you never know who might overhear.”

All three men whipped their heads in the direction of the new voice and Rex felt his heat sink when he saw Lena standing a short distance away. He panicked, wondering how much she had heard and if she had reached the same conclusion her men had.

“Sorry, General,” one of the troopers said. “We didn’t mean any harm.”

Lena wasn’t looking at the man that was speaking to her. She was looking directly at Rex.

“No harm done,” she said. “Excuse me.”

Rex watched in horror as she turned and walked away from him without another word. He couldn’t exactly yell for her to stop or chase after her. Creating any kind of scene would blow their cover, and there was no guarantee she would listen to him anyways.

He was trapped.

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Crossing Worlds pt 2

Summary: Two women are whisked away from their own lives to a strange place where they meet a mysterious force and receive a special mission.

Relationships: Hunter/OC (Kimber Sallaros), TBB & Kimber, TBB & OC (Lena Orim) (implied romantic undertones for Crosshair/Lena).

A/N: This is part 2 of a piece I wrote for my friend @photogirl894. Kimber belongs to her. Lena belongs to me.

First Part

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Timelines, Multiple POV

Lena looked over from where she stood talking with Tech and Wrecker, her gaze falling on Crosshair. He stood apart from the group, staring out at the nothingness that surrounded them. She could sense his confusion at the whole situation, likely battling with the three separate realities inside his head. While Kimber hadn’t told her much about her relationship with the sniper, it seemed to be one loaded with many memories judging by his reaction to the activation of them by her touch.

Leaving the other two clones behind, Lena crossed the distance to stand beside Crosshair. She didn’t say anything or make any movements to touch him, allowing him to continue in his rumination without her interference. She simply wanted to be there if he needed someone to talk to. While the two of them didn’t have much of a relationship themselves, she thought she owed him that much for the service he had done her in saving her life more than once.

“According to my memories,” he said quietly. “You were upset the last time I saw you. You almost didn’t notice me and seemed to be running away from something.”

Lena frowned at his revelation, attempting to remember what incident he was talking about. As far as she could remember, the last time she had seen Clone Force 99 had been when they dropped her off on Alderaan. As she thought about it further, she had a vague memory of something happening afterwards and the hazy thoughts formed into a more solid memory of her running into someone in a hallway on Coruscant. Her mind must have blocked out who it was at the time, but it must have been Crosshair.

“Whatever it was, that time has passed,” she said. “So many things have changed since then. It is good to see you again, Crosshair.”

Crosshair turned his head slightly, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow.

“You wanted to see me again? After what I said to you?”

Lena waved off his question, dismissing the past offense he was referring to. She had long moved past whatever he had said to her and didn’t hold it against him.

“I never would have imagined our meeting again to be like this,” she said. “I imagined we would meet on the battlefield again on some corresponding mission.”

Crosshair looked like he wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by the sound of Hunter calling the group together. Lena watched as he bent down to pick up his helmet and followed Hunter’s call. Before she could follow him, Kimber walked over to join her.

“I think we should give the boys some time to talk things over between them without us,” she suggested. “I imagine this is a lot for them to take in.”

Lena nodded in agreement and sat down on the ground, patting the space beside her for Kimber to join her. Kimber did as she asked, folding herself into a similar position on the ground.

“You seemed surprised when I said there were only four members of the squad,” Lena said. “Were there more of them where you come from?”

Kimber seemed to hesitate for a moment before nodding.

“They had a fifth member, a former ARC trooper named Echo. He’s my best friend out of the group. Outside of my sweetheart, Hunter, of course.”

Lena smiled at the mention of Kimber and Hunter being involved, her mind drifting towards Rex. Thinking of Rex made the name Echo seem familiar to her. She must have heard it somewhere before, but she couldn’t quite place it.

“He must not have joined the squad yet in my universe,” she said. “Maybe I’ll get the chance to meet him one day.”

“You will,” a strange voice said from behind them.

Both women were instantly on their feet, turning and raising their weapons to fight off the new presence if required. Before them stood a large figure that was not fully corporeal. Lena couldn’t tell what species or type of being they were, only that they were one unfamiliar to her.

“Who are you?” Kimber asked, pointing a blaster at the figure. “Are you the one who brought us here?”

The figure nodded and held out their hands in welcome, each hand having six fingers rather than the five normal for any humanoid being.

“I am. I live here in this realm. It is a place beyond the normal bounds of time and space, one that is connected to many timelines and events. It is from here that I watch the goings-on of your universes.”

“Why did you bring us here?” Lena asked.

“To give you a mission. A goal for you all to fulfill.”

“And what goal would that be?” Kimber asked.

The figure raised one of their six fingered hands and pointed in the direction of the clones standing a short distance away. The group hadn’t seemed to notice the interaction taking place, which led Lena to believe that this being had purposefully made it so.

“The goal that I will put in place for you is a simple one, although the execution may not be. You must reunite the brothers and save…him.”

You must reunite the brothers and save him.

Kimber didn’t need much more of an explanation to understand the mission this strange being was bestowing upon her. They were obviously talking about Crosshair. It seemed that this person, whoever they were, had taken an interest in the situation her squad was in and intended to do something about it. Or at least, intended to make her do something about it.

“How is this mission for all of us?” she asked. “This version of the boys is from a place where they do not know either of us. And Lena is from somewhere completely different from me. Why were we all called here together?”

The being moved their large hands to gesture towards both women.

“This specific group of clones either plays or will play an important role in your lives. Specifically the one named Crosshair. He is the one you need to save.”

Kimber glanced over to meet Lena’s gaze, trying to ascertain if this made any more sense to her than it did for Kimber. Lena’s brow furrowed in obvious confusion as she turned her attention back to the mysterious being.

“Why would you focus this energy on one being? When there are so many souls in need, over all of time and space, why is he the one you focus on?” she asked.

“I have many souls that I have brought together to fight for a common cause, crossing time and space to work together. You are not the only ones I have called, simply ones that would have a common goal that I may save effort by bringing you both here at once.”

Kimber couldn’t quite wrap her mind around the idea of this being manipulating people from various timelines to do their bidding, but she did her best to accept this explanation. She didn’t really need much incentive to save Crosshair. It was already a goal of hers, so she didn’t understand why this being felt the need to interfere.

“Why bring me in from this time of my life?” Lena questioned further. “I barely know these men. Wouldn’t it have been better for you to summon me from a later time when I have more of a relationship with them?”

As she looked at the being, Kimber could swear she saw an almost sad expression cross their face at Lena’s question.

“You have much pain ahead of you, honorable Jedi,” the being said. “I hoped to connect to a version of you that still had the will to help others front and center in your life. The version that still had hope.”

Glancing back at the other woman, Kimber felt the sudden urge to reach out and comfort her. Hearing that you had many struggles ahead of you would not be an easy thing, she imagined. Hearing that you would lose your hope and that your will to help others would be dampened would be draining for anyone, especially a Jedi.

“Are we to live with the knowledge of this encounter?” Kimber asked. “Have it floating in the back of our mind, always pushing us towards this goal?”

“In a sense,” the being said. “While you will not remember being here in this realm together, that common course will bind you to your goal and point you in the right direction. You will continue steadfast towards success.”

“And if we fail?” Lena asked. “What then?”

“That is not for me to control. I can only interfere to a certain extent and point you down the correct path. If you fail to follow through or some obstacle stands in your way, I cannot help you further.”

“Well, that’s not helpful,” Kimber muttered.

“I wish I could be of more assistance,” the being said. “However, it is against the beliefs of my family to interfere. I already push the boundaries in my work, I dare not push them further.”

Kimber noticed Lena stepping away from the being, bowing her head respectfully. Deciding to follow her lead, Kimber also started to back away, wanting to be out of this confusing conversation.

“You have your mission,” the being said. “I trust you will be able to succeed and bring unity back to a group of brothers that should never be separated as far as they can help it. I know only too well what it is like to be separated from my siblings, and I would not wish it upon anyone.”

Hunter stood conversing with his brothers, looking up every so often to see what Lena and Kimber were doing. The two women seemed to be deep in conversation about something serious, so he didn’t dare interrupt them.

“How exactly are we supposed to get out of here?” Wrecker asked. “And do we take them with us?”

Hunter shook his head in answer to his brother’s question.

“I imagine they will have to return to their own universes. I cannot figure why we all ended up here in the first place.”

“Probably some force-related voodoo,” Crosshair said. “Maybe one of those witches from Dathomir put a spell on us all and stuck us here in limbo.”

“While I do not know much about the force,” Tech said. “I do not think this is a usual phenomenon. Surely there is some larger thing at work here.”

“You would be correct,” a voice called from behind Hunter.

The sound of the voice behind him startled him slightly. With no actual effects of a planetary force, his senses were all out of whack and he had no connection to his surroundings. He wondered if Lena was going through something similar, not having a connection to the force as she normally would.

The group of them turned towards the source of the voice and found a strange figure standing a short distance away. It made no attempt to come any closer to them, which Hunter appreciated. He could see Crosshair raising his rifle beside him, but he waved his hand at him to get him to stand down.

“Hello,” Tech said, moving to stand beside Hunter. “We are wondering what the purpose is for us being here?”

“My main goal was to bring the other two here to give them a special mission,” the figure said. “I chose to bring you here to solidify the bond of the goal I have instilled in them. Ideally, I would have brought the entire squad, but the Jedi has no relationship with your fifth member as of yet. That is a bond she will need to navigate on her own.”

Hunter and Tech shared a look of confusion. They had never had another member in their squad, their unique capabilities making them an exclusive group. It seemed this being knew more than they did on this subject.

“So, how do we get out of here?” Wrecker asked again, this time posing the question to the figure before them. “This place is giving me the creeps.”

“I will release you back into your own universes shortly,” the figure said. “You will have no memories of this place, but across the different versions of you, there will be a deeper connection to each other and to the two women who are here with you.”

Hunter saw Crosshair move out of the corner of his eye as Wrecker nudged him jokingly.

“I bet you’d enjoy a stronger connection to Lena, eh Cross?”

Hunter didn’t need to see his brother to know he had rolled his eyes and was not amused by Wrecker’s jab. He gestured back towards where the Marauder was sitting and spoke again to the figure before him.

“Once we return to our ship, will we be free to go?”

The figure nodded and held out their large hands.

“I will hold you here no longer. Say your goodbyes and I will return you home.”

Hunter gestured for his squad to follow him and turned back in the direction of Kimber and Lena. When the entire group was reunited, they started saying their goodbyes. Hunter wasn’t sure what to say to Kimber. He could feel an almost magnetic pull towards her, but she had been right before. He was not her Hunter and she did not belong to him.

“I hope whatever mission this crazy place and its resident weirdo has sent you on is successful,” he said. “Make sure your Hunter knows how lucky he is to have you in his life.”

“I will,” Kimber said, giving a soft smile. “I hope that whatever lies in store for you in your universe is something positive.”

Hunter returned her smile and nodded in the direction of the ship.

“Let’s go home boys!”

Kimber watched as the boys started walking back towards the Maurader, or in Tech’s case, being dragged back. He was holding one of his scanners up in the air, attempting to scan the area around them as Wrecker dragged him by the back of his armor. The sight made her chuckle and she shook her head at their antics. It seemed that her boys were just as chaotic, no matter what universe they came from.

Kimber noticed that Crosshair was lagging behind from the rest of the group, seemingly waiting to speak with herself and Lena again. Given that he was the reason they were all here in the first place and had the strongest reaction to the memory transfer, Kimber imagined that leaving this all behind would be a strange experience for him.

“Good luck, Crosshair,” she said, giving him a wave. “Even though you won’t remember me, I want you to remember that you are important to your brothers.”

Crosshair seemed surprised by her statement, which made Kimber wonder how much he did remember. Part of her wondered if he recalled anything after Kaller at all or if the interference of what happened to him was messing with the connection they all shared here in this strange realm. He seemed to shake himself out of whatever trance he had entered and gave her a small wave.

“See you around, Sunshine.”

As she watched him walk away, she could feel Lena coming to stand beside her.

“He calls you that too?” she asked. “That’s the nickname he gave me as well. I haven’t the slightest idea where he got it, but I think I like it.”

“He calls me that because of the suns from my home planet of Tattooine,” Kimber explained. “I’m sure he has a pretty good reason for you as well.”

Lena smiled at her and Kimber had a pretty good idea where Crosshair had gotten the nickname from as she took in the brightness of the other woman’s smile. The idea of her brother and partner having found someone that warmed his heart like Hunter did for her made her happy. She hoped that warmth would be enough for Lena to help him in the future in her universe.

“I suppose it’s our turn to say goodbye,” Lena said, turning to face her. “It was nice to meet you, Kimber. I’m sorry that I won’t be able to remember you once we go our separate ways.”

Kimber leaned down and gave Lena a hug. As they were hugging, the world around her seemed to start spinning and suddenly it wasn’t Lena she was hugging. It was Echo.

“Kim? Are you okay?” Echo asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” she said. “I just felt a bit dizzy for a second there. Why don’t we go get something to eat? Maybe that’s my issue.”

“As long as it isn’t Mantell Mix,” Echo said with a disgusted expression. “I really don’t understand why Wrecker and Omega like that stuff so much.”

When Lena opened her eyes, she found herself meditating in her chambers. She felt as if she had fallen asleep and had a strange dream, which wouldn’t be the first time that had happened while she was meditating.

A soft chime indicated that someone was at her door, so she called for them to enter. Keebo entered the room and soon joined her on the floor, eating a bag of something crunchy. She offered some to Lena, but she refused. She did not have anywhere near the sweet tooth that her padawan had and was certain that whatever was in the bag would upset her stomach.

“Tech was at the temple today,” Keebo said. “He asked me to pass on a message.”

“Oh?”

“Crosshair says hi,” she said with a smirk.

Lena rolled her eyes at her padawan and settled back into her meditation pose. Keebo’s attempts to push her in the grumpy sniper’s direction were mostly amusing, so she let it go for now. She had other things to focus her energy on at the moment.

A/N: Give this a like, comment, and reblog and let me know what you think!

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars: the clone wars #star wars the bad batch #original characters #gift fic #the bad batch #tbb #hunter tbb x oc #tbb crosshair x oc

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purplefangirl42 · 4 months

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Hi,

If you can find time. I’d like to request from the hurt/comfort prompt with Captain Howzer & fem reader.

"Shhhhh, you're okay. You're here now. Nothing can hurt you."

Smut or whatever strikes you.

Please and thank you.😊💞

Thank you for sending this in! I'm sorry it took so long. It is a short little drabble, but I hope you like it!

Tags/Warnings: Slight angst, themes of being trapped in a cave-in

Prompt list by silcoitus

You could hear the sound of many footsteps outside your hiding place, the noise echoing off the rocks of the surrounding cavern. In your panicked state, you couldn’t tell if they were the metallic steps of a battalion of battle droids or people coming to your rescue. Not wanting to risk it in case it was the former, you stayed very still and silent.

“I don’t think there’s anyone in here, Captain,” you heard a voice say. “Are you sure this is where the signal was coming from?”

Your heart nearly leapt from your chest at the sound of the familiar voice of a clone trooper. It truly was people coming to your rescue. Your throat felt dry as you tried to call out, so you slowly stuck your hand out of the hole in the wall you were hiding in.

“There! I see something!” another voice called out.

The footsteps you heard from before got louder as they got closer and the rocks covering your hiding place began to disappear one by one. Once the large one blocking most of the space was removed, you were able to unfold your body and nearly fell out of the enclosed space. Someone caught you before you hit the ground and held you upright. You could hear your name being called before a different pair of arms wrapped around you, holding you in a tight embrace.

As you opened your eyes again and adjusted to the light, you could see the man that held you. You traced over the scar on his jaw and your hand lifted to brush over the curls running down the center of his head. It was Howzer, he had gotten your comm and had come to save you.

“Howzer? Oh, maker I’m so glad you’re here,” you said, your voice raspy from the dust around you. “I thought I was going to be stuck down here forever.”

One of Howzer’s hands shifted from your back to cup your face, his thumb lightly brushing over your cheek. His eyes searched your face frantically, as if he couldn’t believe you were here in front of him. The love in his eyes caused your heart to swell and a dry sob escaped you. You collapsed forward, burying your head in the crook of his neck. The hand that had been on your face went to cradle the back of your head and you could hear faint shushing sounds.

“Shhhh, you’re okay. I’ve got you, you’re here now in my arms,” he said, rocking you back and forth slowly. “You’re safe, nothing can hurt you.”

Everything after that was a blur. You could faintly remember Howzer lifting you up in his arms and carrying you out of the cavern. The wind on your face from the movement of the speeder bike felt like a miracle after the dry air of the rocky cave. Even the burning sun above you felt wonderful, a contrast from the darkness you had been trapped in.

Though you had been afraid of being left alone, deep down you knew that Howzer would always find you, no matter where you were.

#star wars #star wars: the clone wars #clone troopers #captain howzer #captain howzer x reader #howzer x reader

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purplefangirl42 · 4 months

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I see you've done Sheriff Hunter before and I'd love to see a bit where he gets shot in some fool hardy shootout and the reader has to convince him to let them help him 😁😁😁😁

Thank you!

Thanks for the request! I'm sorry this took so long and hope you can enjoy this as a holiday surprise! It ended up being way longer than I originally intended. It is a continuation of the previous Sheriff Hunter piece I did before! Divider by saradika

Tags: Western AU, slight angst, gun violence, injury and death mentions

Things after your accidental trek across the desert were much less exciting. You decided to settle down in the town that you had ended up at in your travels, not wishing to go any further and risk another incident. You had been sad to see your friend go, but were happy that she and her family were moving onto better things.

Over time, you developed relationships with the people in town and started to become part of the community. The Sheriff and his family welcomed you with open arms every time you stopped by to visit them. The youngest, a girl named Omega, was overly fond of you and loved to tell you stories of how things were before you arrived.

However, every time the subject veered in the direction of their missing brother, who’s name you had learned was Crosshair, Hunter would change the subject and ask Omega to talk about something else. It seemed that he did not want to speak about this wayward brother in any capacity, especially with Omega around. One day, when she was off playing with other children from town, you approached him to talk about it.

“I know you don’t like to discuss what happened with Crosshair, but I thought maybe you could get a little bit of closure if you talked about it to someone that doesn’t already have an opinion formed on the matter.”

Hunter leaned back in his chair and sighed, running one of his hands down his face. While he had never told you specifically to leave the subject alone, only diverting the conversation when Omega brought it up, you had the feeling that he wasn’t keen on talking about it at all. Even with you.

“I get that there is a lot of pain behind what happened,” you continued. “But letting it fester and refusing to talk about it will not make it go away.”

“He made a choice to join a bad group of people,” Hunter said. “We tried to talk him out of it and he refused to listen. That’s all there is to it.”

You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. That didn’t seem like something that would cause the reaction it normally did. There had to be more to it than that, he just wasn’t telling you.

“So you just left him behind? Washed your hands of your own brother and gave up on him?”

Hunter sat up straight, a scowl covering his features at your accusation.

“Of course not!” he said with a raised voice before lowering it to speak again. “We tried to help him. But he’s a stubborn bastard and there is no changing his mind once it’s made up. Believe me, I’ve known him his entire life. Once his decision is made, that’s it. Not even Wrecker could get through to him and those two were closer than any of us.”

Sensing that you had crossed some boundaries, you held up your hands in surrender and backed away from him.

“I’m sorry, I never should have said that. I know you would never do something like that. I was simply trying to get some answers.”

“Why do you care so much?” Hunter asked.

“Because I see the sadness in your eyes everytime Omega brings him up,” you said. “You miss him. I know it.”

Hunter’s expression softened and he looked down at his desk for a moment before pulling open one of the drawers. He lifted something from the drawer and placed it on the desk, pushing it towards you. You picked up the picture frame that he had revealed and looked down at the dusty faded photo within.

It was of a group of five men, all standing together as a united force. Your eyes glanced over the familiar faces of Tech, Wrecker, Hunter, and Echo before landing on a thinner face fixed in an almost permanent looking scowl. He had a tattoo over one eye and a neatly trimmed head of lighter hair than the rest of his brothers. Overall, he had the appearance of someone that didn’t quite look like he belonged.

“That was taken before we took in Omega,” Hunter said. “And before Crosshair left us. Don’t let his scowl fool you, he was always making that face.”

You could almost hear the love in Hunter’s voice at his comment about his brother’s sour expression. Like it was something that he remembered fondly.

“I still believe that he might come back someday,” you said, handing the photo back to him. “Sometimes people just need to go through things on their own before they find their way back to where they belong.”

“I hope you’re right,” Hunter said. “Although, it seems like you found where you belong in this town, so maybe you know better than any of us.”

You smiled at him, glad he seemed to have forgiven you for crossing his boundaries before. He returned your smile with a small one of his own before returning the photo back to its original home. Just as you were about to say something else, the door banged open behind you and Omega came running in.

“Hunter! You need to come quick!”

Hunter was on his feet faster than you had ever seen anyone move before, running around the desk to answer his sister’s call. You ran after the pair of them out into the street, but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw why Omega had come to get him.

Tech was on the ground, glasses knocked askew and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. The local tavern owner, Phee, knelt beside him and was trying to wash away some of the blood with the corner of her apron.

“What happened?” Hunter asked.

“The Imperials were here,” Tech said as he reached up to straighten his glasses. “They were looking for someone.”

You saw Hunter stiffen at the mention of the Imperials. You didn’t know much about this group, but you knew they were bad news. They had done a lot of harm to people that didn’t deserve it.

“Was he with them?” Hunter asked softly.

“Do you think I would still be here if he was?” Tech asked, getting back to his feet with Phee’s help. “They didn’t seem too interested in us or the townsfolk. They were only looking for someone that was running from them. I think of those religious refugees that came through a few days ago.”

“The Jedi?” you asked. “Why would they be looking for them? You would think they would have given up on them by now.”

Hunter turned to look at you with a pitying look. He knew that your brother had been part of the religious order known as the Jedi, and that his death at the hands of the Imperials had been what had caused you to travel far away with your friend’s family in the first place. It was one of the reasons you had pushed him to talk about his grief so much, you wanted to find a common ground.

“We’ll just keep our distance from any others that come into town,” Hunter said. “If anyone sees something suspicious, just avoid it and go inside.”

“You want us to run and hide?” Echo said, coming up on the scene with Wrecker. “Shouldn’t we do something about it?”

“Yeah!” Wrecker added. “I don’t wanna hide. I wanna fight these bozos off so they leave people alone!”

You heard Hunter sigh tiredly and saw him run one of his hands through his thick hair. You had heard this conversation happen before in their group, namely between Hunter and Echo. The latter wanted to do something about this gang, but Hunter wanted to leave it alone and ignore it.

“Fine, you do what you want,” he said. “But don’t expect a successful outcome. There are more of them than there are of us. I think the best way to deal with it is to avoid aggravating them, but if you feel that fighting back will help, then go ahead.”

Seemingly glad to have their brother’s blessing, albeit reluctant, Echo and Wrecker turned in the direction of the stables. Hunter watched them go, his hands resting on his hips and shoulders drooping low. You stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“It will be alright, Hunter,” you said. “They know what they’re doing.”

“I wish I shared your optimism,” he said before walking back in the direction of his office, Omega trailing after him.

The following day, you were making your way back from the well when you came across Hunter sitting on the steps to the station. He was fiddling with a knife, spinning it in his hands as he stared at the ground in front of him.

“Any news?” you asked.

He shook his head and threw the knife down at the ground, watching it embed itself in the dirt.

“They left last night,” he said. “Don’t know where they went exactly. Omega wanted to go with them, determined to help.”

“I take it you told her no?”

Hunter looked up at you with an incredulous expression.

“Of course I did. I had to lock her in her room to prevent her from going after them. She cried herself to sleep, but I think she understands that I was trying to protect her. She and Phee had a long talk this morning and she seemed in better spirits when she came back.”

You shifted the heavy bucket of water to one hip and patted his shoulder, hoping to offer him some sense of calm. He reached up and placed his hand over yours, his calloused fingers rough against your smooth skin. He looked like he wanted to say something, but hesitated a few times, opening his mouth and closing it again before words could come out.

“I should probably get going,” you said, breaking the tension between you. “This bucket is quite heavy.”

He waved you off and you started back in the direction of home. Just before you reached your door, you could hear some strange noises just down the street. It almost sounded like muffled voices. You placed your bucket down and walked in the direction of the sound, keeping your steps light to avoid alerting others of your presence. You came to an alley and peaked you head around the corner.

Huddled in the alley were six men dressed in black with dark bandanas covering the lower half of their faces. A white star shape was emblazoned on their black hats, which you knew meant that they were members of the Imperials. One of the men looked up, brown eyes focusing on you. One of the eyes had a tattoo over it. A tattoo you recognized.

“We have company,” he said in a raspy voice.

You lifted your skirts and ran as fast as you could away from the men, heading back in the direction of the Sheriff’s station. You opened your mouth to call for Hunter, but before you could say anything, a gloved hand covered your mouth.

“Not so fast, little miss,” a voice said in your ear.

Thinking quickly, you stopped your foot down on the man’s toes, causing him to howl in pain and released his hold on you. You started running again and made it to the steps, calling out for Hunter. He came running out and caught you as you stumbled up the stairs.

“Imperials! They’re in the town!” you shouted between gasping breaths.

Hunter told you to get inside and reached just inside the door to grab his pistol and hat from where they were hanging beside the door. Just as soon as he had them in his position, the men in black appeared in the square in front of the station.

“You seem lost, gentlemen,” Hunter said calmly. “I believe you are in the wrong town.”

You peered out from the open doorway, hiding your body behind the solid wooden frame. Your eyes flicked over to the other side of the room, where Tech’s double pistols were hanging. You had never fired a gun before, but maybe you could figure it out if Hunter needed some help.

A tall, thin figure stepped out from the rest of the group and faced Hunter directly. He pulled his bandana down and you could clearly see the face that you had suspected when you had noticed the tattoo before. There was no doubt in your mind. It was Crosshair.

“Don’t play coy, Hunter,” he rasped. “We know the girl is connected to the Jedi. Hand her over and we’ll leave.”

You felt your heart stop in your chest. They were looking for you? While your brother had been in the Jedi order, you had never had any involvement yourself. You couldn’t understand why they would want you.

“You can’t have her, she’s done nothing wrong,” Hunter said.

“Who’s going to stop us? You?” Crosshair sneered. “I know Wrecker and Echo aren’t here to help you and Tech got knocked around yesterday by one of my men. You’re on your own.”

You heard a soft noise behind you and when you turned, you saw a small blonde head poking out from behind the wall that hid the stairs leading to the upper level. You waved your hand frantically at Omega, motioning for her to go back upstairs. She seemed to ignore your instruction, however, and snuck down from her perch on the stairs to stand on the other side of the doorway.

She grabbed one of Tech’s pistols and tossed it in your direction before taking the other in her own hands. You sighed in resignation and turned the gun over in your hands, trying to figure out how it worked. Omega waved a hand at you and showed you what to do from across the room, motioning to different parts of the gun. You were able to follow her silent instruction and get it ready to fire.

During this interchange, you had missed everything happening outside. When you looked back at Hunter, you noticed that he had his gun raised, pointing it at his brother. Crosshair had done the same and the two of them seemed to be in a standoff.

“This doesn’t have to be this way, Hunter. No one needs to get hurt, just hand her over.”

A gunshot rang out and one of the men beside Crosshair fell to the ground. Your head snapped over to look at Omega, who had fired the shot. Following her lead, you took out a man on the other side of the group. That left three more beside Crosshair. You quickly reloaded and watched as Omega took out another Imperial quicker than you could imagine.

Before you could set up to take out one of your own, there was another shot and Hunter collapsed on the ground in front of you. Behind the sound of your own heartbeat, you could hear Omega screaming and two more shots being fired.

You dropped the gun to the floor and sank to your knees beside Hunter. He was still moving, which caused a near sob of relief to escape your lungs. You tore the bottom of your skirt and pressed it against his bleeding shoulder.

“You need to get out of here,” Hunter said through clenched teeth.

You looked up and saw that Crosshair had disappeared, all of his men lying on the ground. Tech and Phee were running across the square, a smoking pistol in Phee’s hand. She must have taken out the other two men after Hunter had been shot.

“I think we’re good, they’re all dead and Crosshair’s gone,” you said. “We need to get you some help.”

“I’m fine. Give me some whisky and I’ll be good to go,” Hunter said, trying to sit up.

“He shot you, you idiot,” Phee said, coming to kneel beside the two of you. “You’re not fine.”

“I need some pliers, a needle and thread, some bandages, and something to clean his wound,” you said.

Phee nodded and ran off in the direction of her tavern. You had seen many fights take place there in your short time here in town, so you figured she had some supplies to deal with this kind of situation.

“You don’t have to take care of me,” Hunter said. “Tech can do it.”

“Tech’s glasses are broken and he’s currently trying to calm down Omega,” you said, looking in the direction of Hunter’s siblings to confirm your statement.

“I still think you should get out of here before he comes back again,” Hunter said, wincing in pain as he tried to move again. “You obviously aren’t safe here.”

“Let me fix you up and then we’ll talk about it,” you said. “You got shot for me, the least I can do is help you afterwards.”

Hunter’s pained expression softened as he met your gaze.

“I’d get shot for you anyday, beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his words before the thought that he might be delirious crossed your mind. You shook your head to clear away your feelings just as Phee returned with the supplies.

“Now hold still and let’s get this bullet out of you before you bleed to death.”

#hunter tbb x reader #hunter x reader #sergeant hunter #hunter tbb #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch

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purplefangirl42 · 4 months

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Restless Hearts

Summary: Prince Loki seeks you out in the middle of the night to ask you for a stroll through the gardens.

Pairing: Loki/Fem!Reader

A/N: This is a late birthday gift for my beloved friend @sirenofzaun 💜

Tags/Warnings: Slight angst, fluff. Divider by saradika

Restless shifting about was how it seemed you were doomed to spend the hours you lay in your bed. The sheets had long ago become tangled about your feet from your incessant movement. You simply could not find the ability to fall asleep, no matter how hard you tried.

It would have made sense for you to easily fall into a deep slumber, given the exhausting day you had endured. Yet, sleep evaded you for many hours. If you waited long enough, you had no doubt you would soon see the sun rising through your bedroom window.

A knock at the door caused your eyes to fly open and you sat up straight as a rod. Who could possibly be coming to visit your chambers in the middle of the night? The only reason you could think of would be in the case of an emergency. Had something happened to a member of your family and someone was bringing word?

You tossed the tangled sheets from your legs and rose from the messed bed to cross the room to your door. Pulling on the handle, you inched the door open a small amount and peered out into the dimly lit hallway. When you saw who waited outside, you suddenly wished you had pulled on a dressing gown over your night dress.

Prince Loki stood outside your door, his hands clasped behind his back as he waited for you to answer his knock. The sound of the door creaking open grabbed his attention and he turned to look at you, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth.

“Good evening, my lady. I hope I did not wake you.”

You gave him a small curtsy and directed your gaze downward, not daring to look at him directly.

“Good evening, my prince. I’m afraid sleep has evaded me this night, so you did not disturb me. What can I help you with?”

Loki held out his hand, offering it to you like a gift. You stared at the offered hand for a moment before lifting your eyes to meet his gaze. You could not fathom what he was trying to convey. Your confusion must have presented itself on your face, as he laughed softly before speaking again.

“Forgive me, I was wondering if you would like to join me on a stroll of the gardens. The night is lovely and I would very much like some company. The fresh air may do you some good and help you get the rest you search for.”

You could not believe what you were hearing. You had spoken to the Prince a few times in passing, but usually only polite conversation when you happened to be near each other at a celebration. He had never sought you out personally to spend time with you before.

“Let me change into something more suitable and I would be happy to join you, my prince.”

“I will wait here,” he said, returning the offered hand to join its twin behind his back once again. “Take as long as you require.”

You softly closed the door and leaned against the solid surface, disbelief still present in your mind. The situation you had suddenly found yourself in was a strange one that you had no explanation for. What could possibly encourage a Prince of Asgard to show up at your door in the middle of the night to invite you out for a late night stroll?

You collected your wits and moved to the armoire to retrieve a simple over-gown to slip on over your night dress. You fiddled with your hair until it was semi-presentable after being thoroughly messed up by all of your thrashing about. Slipping your feet into some sandals and looking at yourself one final time in the mirror, you were convinced this was the best you could achieve in a short time.

When you opened the door again, Loki gave you another smile and offered his hand to you again. This time, you accepted it and placed your own hand in his. Pulling the door closed behind you, you followed his lead as he walked down the hall in the direction of the gardens. You followed along silently, allowing him to guide you in the direction he desired.

When the two of you emerged onto the terrace outside the grand doorway, moonlight shone down on you from the sky above, bathing the garden below in soft blue light. Loki guided you down the stairs and finally released his hold on your hand when you reached the pathway that would wind through the gardens.

He had been correct in his observation before, it was a lovely evening. The beautiful gardens that the Queen took meticulous care of were a sight to see in the daylight, but there seemed to be an almost ethereal quality to them at night. The moonlight was not the only source of light around you, as some of the plants seemed to glow of their own accord.

“I am pleased that you decided to join me,” Loki said, breaking the silence. “This would not be the same if I had been forced to participate alone.”

“Thank you for thinking of me, my prince,” you said. “However, I wonder how you knew that I was not asleep when you came to retrieve me. It is quite late and most of your people are sound asleep.”

“I was feeling restless myself and had already been walking about the corridors for nearly an hour when I neared your quarters. I could sense another restless spirit within, so I thought it would be a good opportunity for us both to enjoy the hours in a fruitful manner.”

You wondered how he could sense your sleepless state of being. You knew that he possessed many magical gifts, but you did not pretend to understand the true nature of his talents. Mostly, he seemed to be known for only his mischievous tricks and illusions. Sensing the emotions and mental state of other beings did not seem like something that would fall within those bounds.

You walked together in silence for another short while before he came to a stop near a stone bench. He gestured to the seat with a hand, indicating that the two of you should sit. You followed his suggestion and settled down on the hard surface, shifting slightly to make room for him beside you.

“I must admit, I was eager to have the chance to spend some time with you, my lady,” he said, turning to face you. “I did not have the chance to speak with you after the celebration this evening. You seemed quite preoccupied after your performance.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the mention of him wanting to spend time with you. In the years you had been performing at the palace, you had long harbored affection for the second born prince of Asgard. The idea of him wanting to be in your presence seemed too good to be true.

“Your singing was lovely this evening, as it always is,” he continued. “I wanted to make certain that you knew that you captured the heart of every person in that ballroom tonight. I believe you even moved my father’s heart a tiny bit.”

You laughed softly at the idea of Odin, the Allfather and king of Asgard, being moved by your performance. It seemed as likely as the idea of the man beside you sharing your tender affections.

“You flatter me, my prince,” you said softly.

“Please, call me Loki,” he said. “At least when it is only the two of us. I would like us to become closer companions, so it only seems right that you call me by my name.”

You looked up to meet his eyes, noticing the softness in his gaze as he looked back at you. Your heart hammered in your chest as you pondered his request. A prince had asked you to call him by his given name, and had expressed a desire to form a closer attachment. Part of you was certain that you had in fact finally fallen asleep and this was simply a fantastical dream on your part. Still, you did as he requested.

“Very well. I am flattered by your implications…Loki.”

The utterance of his name from your lips caused his lips to spread in a wide smile that nearly stopped your heart altogether. He was pleased by your acceptance of his request, that much was certain.

“I only speak the truth.”

You laughed softly at that statement, knowing his reputation of having a dishonest way of speaking. Lies were tricks, which was what he excelled at. The moment that thought crossed your mind, you felt your stomach lurch. Perhaps this was all a great practical joke and he was tricking you into believing he wanted to be friends for his own amusement. You felt your smile disappear and you quickly moved to stand from the bench.

“I’m very sorry, but I think it is time that I return to my quarters.”

Loki was quick to return to his feet, taking a place beside you in an instant.

“Is something the matter? Are you feeling ill?”

You could feel tears begin to form at the corners of your eyes, and you willed them to stay put, not wanting to suffer further embarrassment. You had become so caught up in his strange behavior that you had forgotten the vast distance that existed between the two of you. Also, you had forgotten who he was.

“I am quite alright, but I feel that this situation has entered territory that I cannot navigate successfully. Good evening, my prince.”

You started to walk away from him, having bid him goodnight, but were stopped by a gentle touch at your elbow.

“Just a minute ago, I was Loki and you were smiling,” he said. “Now I am ‘my prince’ once again and there are tears in your eyes. What happened?”

“Forgive me, but I do not enjoy being the victim of one of your ruses. I mean no disrespect, but it is not fair for you to play tricks on people that care for you.”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, you regretted it. Your hand flew to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from speaking further and you pulled away from his gentle touch. You gave him a final curtsey before turning and quickly walking back in the direction of the palace. Unfortunately for you, your emotional state had confused your sense of direction and you lost your way amongst the hedges that bordered the pathway. Soon, you were hopelessly lost and had no idea where the path to safety resided.

Tired from your lack of sleep and build up of emotions, you let yourself fall to the ground. Your knees sunk into the small rocks of the path and you wrapped your arms around your torso in an attempt to keep your emotions from bubbling out entirely. Once again, your heart beat so loudly that you could no longer hear the world around you. This was evident when you failed to hear the sound of footsteps behind you and you were startled by another gentle touch from your evening companion.

Loki’s voice was soft as he said your name and crouched down beside you on the path. You refused to look at him, keeping your eyes focused on the ground before you. You wondered why he had bothered to come after you into the maze of hedges when he could have simply returned to the palace now that his game had ended.

“Look at me,” his voice said, almost a command.

Not wanting to offend him further, you shifted your gaze from the ground to look at him as he requested. You could feel your lower lip trembling as you met his eyes and you willed yourself to keep your composure as best you could. Another gentle touch surprised you, this one under your chin.

“I am sorry that you believe that this was a ruse of some sort,” Loki said. “I did not mean to cause you distress. I spoke in earnest before when I said that I wish to become better acquainted with you. Had I known such a request would cause this reaction, I would have refrained.”

You shook your head slightly and raised a hand to touch his where it rested beneath your chin.

“It is I that should apologize, my prince. I should never have doubted your intentions and I am sorry for any offense I have caused with my emotional outburst.”

Loki sighed and moved his hand to grasp yours and help you to your feet. You followed his lead as he led you to a fountain in the middle of the circle you had found yourself in and the pair of you once again sat together, this time on the edge of the bubbling garden feature.

“There you go again, calling me ‘my prince’. That will never do if we wish to improve our relationship. If it is so difficult for you to call me by my name, perhaps we can come up with an alternative. I am personally fond of using the term ‘my darling’ but we shall have to find a different one for you to use on me so we are not using the same term of affection.”

You stared at him blankly as you took in his words. It had almost seemed like he intended to use ‘my darling’ in reference to you, which was wholly unexpected. That did not seem like a term used for someone you saw as a friend. Loki seemed to notice your reaction to what he said and gave you a soft smile.

“I will admit, I was being a bit dishonest before when I stated my intentions. I do not wish for the two of us to simply be friends, but something more. I had planned on keeping that desire to myself, but when you said that you care for me, I changed my mind.”

You felt your jaw drop as you remembered your verbal bunder from before. You had admitted to caring for him during your outburst, completely unintentionally. It seemed that he did share your affection in some capacity, if what he was saying was any indication.

“Do you mean to say…” you started, words escaping you as your nerves flared up.

Loki shifted closer to you and took both of your hands in his.

“Yes. In the time we have known each other, I have formed an attachment to you,” he said. “I thought it was one-sided and had hoped that with time, perhaps you would begin to feel the same if we spent more time together. It seems, however, that I was mistaken and more time is not required.”

You were at a complete loss for words. Your hands seemed to be slick with sweat as you clasped his tightly in response to his confession. This was something that could only have happened in your wildest imaginings, yet it seemed to be coming true in reality.

“If you would accept, I would like to court you,” Loki said. “It has been my desire for a long while and I would be most pleased if you agreed.”

Words still not forming in your brain, a nod was the only answer you could give him. He seemed to think that was enough of an answer and the beaming smile from before returned to his features. He lifted your joined hands to place a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“You have made me a very happy man, and I hope you feel the same happiness as I do.”

The tears you had been holding back began to form once again, this time from the overflowing joy escaping from your heart. The sudden appearance of wetness on your face seemed to startle Loki. He pulled you closer by your joined hands and released one to cup your cheek.

“Whatever is the matter?” he asked.

“I couldn’t begin to explain the feelings inside me,” you said. “But I promise that happiness is among them. My heart just needs a moment to get things back in order.”

Loki’s thumb softly brushed your cheek, wiping away the tears that escaped and ran down your face. The tender warmth in his eyes allowed the rhythm of your heart to steady as you focused on the affection you could see being expressed for you.

“I believe we should return to the palace,” Loki said, removing his hand from your cheek. “The sun will be rising soon and you must get some proper rest.”

As he had before, Loki guided you along the garden path back to the palace. The sounds of early morning reached your ears as you walked through the hallways, servants beginning their days and moving about the palace. Loki led you back to your door, never letting go of his grip on your hand.

“I must leave you here, my darling,” he said. “But I will see you again soon, you can be sure of it.”

Before he could release his grip on your hand, you used the connection to pull him closer. You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, a farewell to tide him over until your next meeting. You could swear that you saw a slight flush on his cheeks when you pulled away and the sight brought butterflies to your stomach. The idea that he was as affected by you as you were by him was a pleasant one.

“Good night, my sweet,” you said, choosing an endearment as he had requested.

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Who We Were Masterlist

Series Summary: Silco has returned to take over Vander’s position as leader of the Undercity, only to find himself facing a new challenge. The woman that had once been devoted to him wants nothing to do with him. Can he convince her or have things changed too much in his absence?

Pairings: Post Act 1 Silco/OC (Olillia), Implied past Sevika/OC, Young Silco/OC

Rating: Mature (Suggestive Themes, Language, Violence, SFW)

General Warnings/Tags: Sexually Suggestive Themes, Canon Typical Violence, Mild Language, Manipulation, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Romance, Past Relationship, Unrequited Feelings, Pining, Flashbacks, Implied Sexual Content (no descriptions/fade out)

Individual chapters will hold more tags and warnings for specific things to narrow them down and avoid spoilers. More tags will be added to the above list if needed.

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A/N: This story will be told in the present (Post Act 1) with flashbacks to when the characters were younger. While this story is being told with an OC main character, if you want to read it as a Reader insert, I have no issue with that!

Prologue || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven ||

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Drunk Young Silco

Young Revolutionaries

Taking Chances

The Future of Zaun

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Who We Were (Part 7)

Pairings: Post Act 1 Silco/OC (Olillia), Implied past Sevika/OC, Young Silco/OC

Parts: Series Masterlist || Previous Chapter || Next Chapter

Warnings/Tags: Slight angst

A/N: Long time no update for this story, which I hope won't happen again. Thank you to anyone that's still around and reading. There have been a few extra things written for this story so check out the masterlist for those. Big thank you to @silcoitus for beta-reading for me!

Sevika let the door of the bar slam shut behind her, pulling her coat over her broad shoulders as she walked out into the chilly night. She shuddered as a gust of wind blew past her, pulling the front of the coat shut to block it out. An unlit cigarette rested between her lips and she attempted to find her lighter within the pockets of the coat as she began her trek home.

She was more than ready for Spring, wanting this awful cold to go away. She could deal with rain and mud as long as the wind was no longer around. When she finally got the lighter out of her pocket and the end of her cigarette was glowing hot, she ducked her head against the wind, keeping close to the wall of the alley she was walking down.

If she had gone home when she had originally planned, it probably wouldn’t have been as cold, but she had been waiting for Lil to finish her shift at the Last Drop so they could walk together. Just as Sevika was getting ready to leave, Lil had told her that she was going to be staying later and to head home without her. When Sevika had asked her why, the explanation had made her roll her eyes.

One of the kids was sick. Probably the little blue-haired brat that Lil was so attached to. Vander had asked Lil to watch over her while he worked the later shift at the bar. He seemed to always be asking her to do things that were outside her job parameters, at least that was what it felt like to Sevika. If he didn’t have time to take care of the kids, he shouldn’t have taken them in. It wasn’t right to pawn them off on someone else.

Sevika shook her head in annoyance and tried to clear the thoughts from her head. She knew Lil cared about the kids and just wanted to help out, that’s just who she was. It wasn’t something that was going to change anytime soon, no matter how much it annoyed those that wanted to spend time with her.

As she neared her apartment, Sevika felt a prickle on her skin, as if someone was watching her. She paused a block away and looked around, eyes shifting from corner to corner, looking for anything suspicious. A dark shadowy form leaned against the wall of an alley alongside her apartment building, someone lurking just outside the lit area where she’d be able to see them.

“Whoever you are, quit being such a damn creep,” she called out. “If you’ve got something to say to me, come out and say it. Don’t lurk in the shadows and stare at me.”

The figure pushed off from the wall and slowly stalked out of the alley in her direction, their steps deliberate like a predator. A street light on the corner shone a beam of light down onto the sidewalk and the figure stepped into it, revealing a lean man dressed in brown and red. A large scar covered the left side of his face, surrounding a malformed eye that almost seemed to be glowing. Despite his startling change in appearance, Sevika recognized the man beneath the damage.

“Silco?” she said softly. “It can’t be, you’re dead.”

“So I’ve been told,” Silco responded. “Yet, here I stand.”

Sevika blinked rapidly a few times and shook her head in an attempt to clear her vision in case she was seeing things. She had had a few drinks at the bar, but not enough to make her start seeing and hearing dead people.

“I assure you that I am really here,” Silco said. “You aren’t hallucinating.”

Sevika stared at him with her mouth hanging open, the last bit of her cigarette falling to the ground. He really did seem to be standing before her, there was no denying it.

“How? Why?” she asked, not really forming whole questions. “Where the hell have you been all these years?”

“Perhaps we can talk somewhere more private?” Silco suggested. “My survival is not well-known and I prefer to keep it that way for the moment.”

Sevika nodded in the direction of her apartment and he followed her across the street to the front door of the building. When the two of them were securely inside, she turned to face him again, trying to keep the anger building inside her from erupting.

“So you’re alive,” she said. “And you’ve been doing what? Hiding?”

“Not exactly. I’ve been building up my forces and planning for the future. I also had some healing to do,” he said, gesturing to his scarred face. “Attempted drowning in a toxic river has some damaging effects on a person.”

“Attempted?” Sevika said. “From what Vander said, it sounded pretty successful. As far as any of us knew, you were dead. It had some serious effects on some.”

“Is that so?” Silco asked. “How is Olillia? From what I’ve gathered, she still works at the bar as if nothing had ever happened. I also am aware of the fact that the two of you had some kind of situation going on for a while.”

“Have you been spying on me?” Sevika asked, narrowing her eyes at him. “Have you been spying on her? Rather than just coming to her and telling her that you’re still alive?”

“Why would she care? She seems to have moved on.”

Sevika could hear a tinge of anger and betrayal beneath his words, as if he was hurt by the idea of Lil having a life beyond grieving his loss. She could feel her own anger bubbling up again, indignation at the insult he was implying towards her friend.

“If you think she’s moved on completely, that she ever forgot you, then you are more stupid than I took you for,” Sevika sneered at him. “You never seemed to understand how much you meant to her, and I don’t think you ever will.”

Silco seemed surprised by her reaction and she could see his expression falter for a moment before he refocused and returned to his previous image.

“You care about her a great deal still? Despite your failed attempt at a relationship?” he asked.

“Of course I do,” Sevika spat. “She’s my friend. I care about her much more than you ever did.”

She could see the corner of his mouth twitch and anger flashed in the eye that was undamaged. Silco turned away from her and walked over to the window in her living room, staring out into the night. Sevika could see tension in his shoulders for a moment before they settled back into a more relaxed state.

“Don’t be so sure,” he said quietly.

Sevika stared blankly at his back for a short time before speaking again.

“What did you come here for, Silco?” she asked. “I highly doubt you came here to talk about Lil.”

“No, I didn’t come here about that. I sense that things are tense in the Underground. The Hound is not running it as efficiently as he should and things are slipping through the cracks.”

Silco turned away from the window to face her again, linking his hands behind his back and stepping towards her.

“I don’t imagine that is something that you agree with,” he said. “You want things to be different. You don’t like how Vander does things and you want to see some change.”

Sevika narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. She didn’t know how he could know things that she had only thought to herself. He was hitting everything right on the head; she did want change and didn’t think Vander was doing what he should as the de-facto leader of the Undercity.

“Maybe you’re right,” she said. “But what does that have to do with you? You planning on overthrowing him and doing things your way?”

Silco didn’t answer her, the question hanging in the air between them. His silence was all the answer she needed, however. He was planning on doing exactly that. While she didn’t agree with the way Vander did things, Sevika was sure a coup was the way to deal with the problem. She also wasn’t sure Silco was a good replacement. Out of the two of them, she had always liked Vander more and thought he was better at getting others to follow him. She had to admit that Silco had a stronger revolutionary spirit though, and would probably do what was necessary to better the future of Zaun.

“I didn’t come here to recruit you to my side quite yet,” Silco said. “I only wanted to place the idea in your mind that you have an alternate option if you desire it.”

“I’ll have to think about it,” Sevika said. “I’m not sure I want to throw my lot in with you and ruin what good I do have in my life.”

“I would like to have you at my side when I bring about the change I see for our future,” Silco said. “You’ve always had that fighting spirit in you that I admired.”

Sevika scoffed at the idea that he admired her in the way she had been just thinking about him. The two of them had never really been close, and there had been some tension between them in the past. Most of which had to do with Lil. She knew that was something that couldn’t continue if they wanted to work together in the future.

“No matter what happens,” she said. “I will never abandon Lil. If you want me, she comes, too.”

A small smile lifted the corner of Silco’s mouth at her words.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

When Sevika had seen Lil walk into the Last Drop, she hadn’t believed her eyes. She watched silently as Ran led her across the bar to take her up to Silco’s office. It had been a while since she had disappeared and Sevika was very curious as to what was going on. Now, she could see Lil descending the stairs, her gaze focused on Sevika.

“I’m surprised you showed up,” Sevika said. “After how you reacted, I didn’t think there was any chance in hell that you’d walk back through those doors.”

Lil crossed her arms over her chest and stared at her.

“At first I wasn’t going to,” she said. “And I have every right to never speak to either of you again if I felt that was the correct thing to do.”

Sevika felt the guilt that had been gnawing away at her for months reforming in her stomach. She had hated hiding the truth from Lil, but Silco had said it was necessary. She honestly wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t speak to her again.

“What made you change your mind?” she asked.

“Powder. I want to make sure she’s safe,” Lil said. “Also, I need money and wasn’t having much luck finding work anywhere else.”

Sevika rolled her eyes at the mention of the kid. Of course, Lil would stick around for the brat like she always had. It was not ideal that Silco was keeping the girl here, but if it meant Lil would stick around, then she could find a way to deal with it. Maybe it would give them a chance to fix things between them.

“Hey, are we gonna be okay?” she asked. “I know you’re pissed at me, and I don’t blame you.”

“You lied to me, Sevika. How am I supposed to trust you when you would hide something like this from me? I’m not surprised about Silco’s behavior, but I am about yours.”

“I know I messed things up, and I’m sorry,” Sevika said. “I promise that you can trust me.”

“I’m going to need some time before that can happen,” Lil said. “But since we’re going to be working together, we can have a truce for now.”

Sevika nodded and glanced down at the floor, not wanting to look at Lil’s hurt expression anymore.

“How are you feeling?” Lil asked. “What’s going to happen with your arm?”

“It has to finish healing and then I’m going to get a mechanical replacement,” Sevika said. “Silco felt it was the least he could do since I lost it protecting him. Supposedly, it’s going to be some high-tech thing that will be better than I could hope to get on my own.”

“Well, I hope you aren’t in too much pain,” Lil said before stepping forward and resting a hand on Sevika’s good shoulder. “No matter how hurt I am, I still care about you.”

Sevika looked up and met Lil’s gaze, seeing the love displayed there. It seemed that she still had some hope for a chance to repair things in the future, and she would take whatever chance she got to fix her mistakes.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” Lil said, removing her hand from Sevika’s shoulder. “See you later.”

As she walked away, Sevika thought she should say something and take the first step to help her friend. She called out to Lil, causing her to stop and turn back to face her.

“Please be careful,” she said.

Judging by Lil’s expression, she knew she didn’t need to elaborate. Lil gave her a small smile in return before leaving the bar. As she watched her leave, Sevika felt a pit begin to form in her stomach. She hoped that she hadn’t led her friend into danger by her actions. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to live with herself if she had.

The days following his conversation with Olillia had been interesting for Silco. Though he spent most of his time in his office, he still saw her from time to time when he did leave the room. As there wasn’t much for her to do until the construction was complete, she spent a lot of her time with Powder on the premises. Silco wasn’t sure what they did during their time together, but he was glad that someone was keeping the child occupied.

When he had decided to take the girl in, he hadn’t really thought through what he was going to do with her. He had no experience in caring for children and he certainly didn’t have time to do so with trying to get his operation off the ground and solidify his leadership of the Undercity. Still, he made sure to check in on her from time to time to reassure her that he was still around if she really needed him. He didn’t want her to feel abandoned, not when she was so vulnerable.

There had been a few nights where he had been woken by her screams from down the hall, no doubt caused by nightmares of the night they met. Part of him wished that Olillia was here full-time to help in those situations, but as it was, he had to deal with them himself. Powder was slowly beginning to trust him and allow him to offer her comfort for her nightmares, which was a step in the right direction in his eyes. He wanted her to feel safe, and for that, she needed to trust him.

Olillia had told him that Powder had a few things to work through that she would need to do on her own, things that neither of them could help her with. Silco wasn’t sure what those things could be, but he trusted that she knew best since she had known the child for much longer. She had assured him that Powder would come to him when the time was right.

When he heard the knock on his door one day and the child entered his office with Olillia in tow, Silco wondered if that time had come. The two of them approached his desk together, Olillia guiding the girl with her hand, an encouraging touch on her back. Silco set his pen down and focused all of his attention on the pair before him, patiently waiting for whatever they had to say.

With an encouraging gesture from Olillia, Powder stepped forward and placed something on his desk before stepping away again. Silco glanced down at the object and saw that it was the ashtray that had gone missing from his office a number of days ago. He had wondered what happened to it, but it had never crossed his mind to ask the girl about it. The formerly plain, gray tray was now covered in brightly colored doodles.

“I wanted to make it look nicer for you,” Powder said. “So you could have something nice, instead of just boring old gray.”

Silco picked up the ashtray and turned it in his hands, taking in every colorful swirl and pattern that she had added. He had never received something so personal and despite the child-like nature of the gift, he appreciated it.

“Thank you, Powder,” he said, placing it back down. “I will make sure it is put to good use.”

A shy smile appeared on the girl’s face and she looked up to Olillia, who nodded at her in response. When she looked back at Silco, she was biting her lip nervously.

“Was there something else?” he asked, prompting her to open up to him.

“Lil said that since things were changing, it would be a good time to think about who I want to be,” she said quietly.

Silco glanced up to Olillia and their gazes met briefly before she nodded back down to the child, instructing him to pay attention to what she had to say.

“I don’t think I want to be Powder anymore,” the girl said. “I want to be called something else.”

Silco sat back in his chair and folded his hands in his lap, focusing on the child before him. She seemed to have given this subject some thought, no doubt at Olillia’s suggestion. He thought back to their previous discussion about this and was glad that she had taken the initiative to bring it up to the girl so he wouldn’t have to.

“Do you have an idea for what you want to be called?” he asked.

The girl bit her lip again and reached up to pull on her braid anxiously. Olillia bent down to get closer to her and despite the fact that he couldn’t hear her, Silco figured she was offering the girl more words of encouragement.

“I like…Jinx.”

“Jinx?”

The girl looked up and met his gaze, giving him a slight nod. She seemed sure of her choice, no matter how strange it may be. When Silco’s gaze shifted slightly to Olillia again, he could see a tinge of worry in her expression. It didn’t seem like she much approved of the name choice, but was respecting the girl’s decision when it came to her own identity. It only seemed right that he do the same.

“Jinx it is then.”

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