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roseytoesy · 11 months

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Vore trope list

Screw it I’ve been looking for a list of vore tropes and stuff and can’t seem to find any! so you know what I’m going to make my own.

(Almost all of these I imagine as safe or has the option to be safe.)

Feel free to use this as an ask game too!

Story tropes:

Knight in shining armor (protection vore)

A heroic meal (protection vore but eating the bad guy)

Dragons sacrifice (poor soul(s) offered to a monster)

A bet (stupid idea + pride leads to shenanigans)

Feral/ lost to instincts (pred looses control of themselves)

Oh no you don’t! (Pred keeping prey from doing something stupid)

Tummy time out (prey annoyed/upset pred too much and ended in tummy as punishment)

Extreme cuddling (just as it says. both wanna be cozy together and what better way than inside a tum?)

dentist (thorough cleaning but with its own risks of being eaten due to being within a mouth)

vore spa day (covered in delicious smelling oils and products and given a deep massage deep into a pred)

magic! (Potions or spells making this small and safe)

sci-fi (aliens and other biological/scientific shenanigans leading to vore)

willingly “sacrificed” to a god

food play (from noodles to cakes and icecream get creative and have fun!)

Saved from drowning (merfolk or lifeguard making sure someone gets the air they need inside where they will be safe)

fearful (I don’t like the sound of fearplay)

cat and mouse games (pred having fun while the prey may or may not, depending)

hide and eat (hide and seek but the seeker is very hungry~)

Any taur vore (from nagas to centaurs, to driders, to anything you can think of!)

multiple stomaches (a safe one/storage and one not so safe one maybe)

slimes (pred or prey they can be both!)

edible clones (best way to remove extras is to eat them!)

high vore (they either got high from the prey or the pred was high and got munchy)

dinner dates (ending with an amazing prey dessert to finish off a successful date)

inexperienced/first time (weather it’s pred or prey is so good)

shy (either pred or prey struggle to ask.)

casual (just walk up to friend and say I want in. Or can I have a snack for a bit. Shrug and relax for an hour or two)

kidnapping (best way to ensure transportation and that they won’t get away)

object vore (from a small key to a fricken box tv. The bulges are always a fun plus)

Come and get it~ (pred ate item/person prey needs so they have to go down to get it)

sick (pred needs something to settle their stomach, or prey wants to hide away from the world and their troubles.)

comfort (help ground a pred during a panic attack. Help hide prey from anxieties)

A different form of love (other species licking and gently swallowing their loved ones as signs of affection.)

healing vore (stomach juices heal things alive and break apart anything dead.)

tough soft guy. (Scary/intimidating with a soft spot for one special prey.)

multiple prey (weather the pred was gluttonous or overwhelmed both are good.)

super willing and unwilling (pred excited to nom someone and they are not ok with it. And a super willing prey where the pred is somewhat worried/freaked out)

VIP (very important prey, gets a nice backstage show ending in a belly.)

sleep eating (pred had a nice dream about eating a marshmallow. Where’s their pillow/prey??)

another world (maybe somewhere where this is normal)

betrayal (prey gets gobbled up by friend and feels betrayed that they were nothing more than a meal/snack to who they thought they could trust.)

always close (pred hugging belly close or always having a hand over their precious cargo)

experiments! (Scientists doing things inside just because they are curious!)

overprotective (either pred or prey but they are possessive of their friend they aren’t allowed to be eaten by/eat anyone else!)

teasing (being charismatic or using double meaning words to get a snack or message across~)

domestic (a happy couple/ roommates sharing some nomes after cleaning together or getting things settled from the days adventures.)

robot (safely store items and prey at optimal temperatures and in a safe environment until threat has passed, or scans are completed, etc)

mine! (Hoarding things where NOONE can get to without their permission)

strings/equipment included (keeping prey on something to help them get out, though it may or may not fail depending on the pred)

demons deal (you got what you want and what they want in return is a nice meal~)

drink addition (prey floating in a drink and going down to their own special pool)

hot and cold (hot belly’s for cold days and cool belly’s for hot days)

It was an accident! (Took a tumble right down someone’s throat?! Or they didn’t notice someone in their drink)

Other:

Same size

half size

g/t

micro

cat size

willing

unwilling

squirming

switch

pred

prey

reformation

goopy/ painless digestion

fatal/perminant

oral

belly mouth

tail

Vore to endosoma

Half/full tour clean

dream vore

energy sapping

bulging stomach

hammer space stomach/ pocket dimension belly

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Do It For Me

Summary: You are a Forensic Scientist who has been put in charge of the lab for Coruscant in spite of your youth and your relative inexperience. Due to budget cuts and the fact that there's so much crime on Coruscant, you are severely overworked. Hound takes an issue with that.

Pairing: Pre-ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader

Word Count: 1837

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I was writing a Fives fic and it was turning into hot garbage, so I wrote something else instead. And I'm in a Hound mood for some reason. AND I made a new divider for this story specifically.

You are severely overworked.

You know this. You’ve known this for years. And yet no one seems all that interested in making it better.

You thought, hoped, prayed, that the creation of the Coruscant Guard was going to lessen your workload.

It didn’t. In fact, it just made you busier.

Now there are a lot more men out there investigating crimes, and sending their evidence to your lab, and the same number of techs trying to analyze the evidence.

The turnover rate at your lab is, frankly, embarrassing.

You’re the employee who’s been here the longest, and you’ve only been here for two years. The fact that you’re now in charge of the lab, at barely 24 years old, is horrifying.

But none of the people who trained you were willing to stay.

And you can’t even keep new hires around for longer than a couple of months.

In fact, you once had a recent graduate that you interviewed and hired, who took one look at her to-do stack, and resigned. She worked less than an hour. You hadn’t even had time to finish filing her paperwork before she resigned.

It was impressive.

But as impressive as it was, it didn’t help with the fact that you’re one person doing the job of five.

You haven’t seen your apartment in a week.

You haven’t had a vacation since you were hired.

You haven’t slept more than 6 hours a night in over six months.

And still, still, the work keeps piling up.

At this point, every time you close your eyes, you see blood splatter and blaster round trajectory and dead bodies. Every night for the last week, you’ve had nightmares about the morgue-

You need a break.

Desperately.

But, in the end, it doesn’t matter what you need. Because crimes keep happening, people keep dying, and the evidence keeps piling up, and there aren’t enough employees for anyone to even take a day off, let alone a vacation.

You push your fingers through your hair, pulling it out of the tail only long enough to use your fingers as a brush, and then you pull your hair into a messy knot, and focus your exhausted eyes back on the file in front of you.

30 year old Nautolan Male, found murdered in the lower level. Coroner's report indicates that he was executed, two bolts to the back of the head. Victim was a known member of the Justic-

The words start blurring on the page, and you sigh and press the palms of your hands over your eyes.

You are so kriffing tired.

There’s a sharp knock on your door, and you lift your head as someone clad in gray and white armor walks in. The locations of the colors indicate that he’s a member of the Coruscant Guard, and the colors themselves indicate that he’s an ARF Trooper.

Not for the first time, you curse the fact that the Guard doesn’t allow for more unique body armor paint.

You squint at him for a moment, waiting for your eyes to agree with you so you can focus better on the man standing in front of you. “What’s wrong, Sen’ika, can’t recognize me?”

You recognize the light tone, and familiar nickname, before you recognize the man, and you send up a silent prayer of thanks that the clones only have identical faces, and not identical personalities.

“Hound,” You even sound tired to your own ears, and as he comes closer to you, you see a concerned expression on his face, “Ah, sorry. Sergeant.” You correct hastily.

“You don’t have to use my rank, Sen’ika.” He crouches next to your desk, his sharp eyes taking in the bags under your eyes, the way your hands are trembling, and the blanket and pillow on your couch. “When was the last time you went home and slept?” He asks, his voice gentle.

“Does it look like I have time for that?” You ask as you rub your tired eyes, “I dunno, it’s been a week, I think.”

“Sen’ika,” Hound frowns at you, “This isn’t healthy.”

“It’s not like crime stops because I need to sleep,” You grouch, “And the evidence keeps piling up, and I can’t get anyone to stay longer than a few months and-” You trail off, “And you have another case for me, don’t you?” Your voice becomes dull and almost lifeless.

Hound stares at you for a moment, and then he flashes a small smile. “I don’t, actually. I just wanted to come and see you.”

You squint at him, “Come and see me? Why?”

“Do I need a reason?”

“...I guess not?” You ask, bewildered.

“Exactly!” Hound smoothly slides something onto your desk while you watching him, bewildered, and then he takes your hands and lightly pulls you to your feet, “We’re taking a trip.”

“I can’t! I have-”

“You have a legal requirement to take an hour break every 6 hours.” Hound interrupts, “How many hours have you been working? More than 6 I’m guessing.”

“...Yeah, maybe.” You don’t fight him as he draps an arm over your shoulder and he guides you out of your office, and down the hall, and then outside, to where Grizzer is waiting.

The large massiff immediately bounces around your feet, and you duck slightly to give her a scratch. You’re a familiar person to her, likely because of how often you bump into Hound at various crime scenes.

“You never did tell me where we’re going.” You say to Hound once you straighten back up.

“Trust me.” Hound offers as he takes Grizzer’s leash and then tugs you against his side.

You’re a little confused at the way he’s being so comfortable with touching you, but you’re also not too bothered. Hound is Hound, after all. He’s always been safe.

So, as he leads you down the street, you don’t offer any complaint outside of a very weak argument that you needed your purse and your comm. And, with a laugh, Hound disagrees.

Hound doesn’t have an office, per se, but he does have his own space where he’s able to do his own paperwork, and where he can take Grizzer when she gets overwhelmed.

And apparently, where he brings overworked and underpaid civil servants who are working themselves to death.

His sen’ika is sitting on the old, worn couch he got from somewhere, her arms draped over Grizzer who is asleep on her lap. She looks exhausted. The kind of exhausted that he’s only seen on Fox before.

In a word, he’s worried.

“Sen’ika,” He coos the familiar nickname, and she lifts her gaze to look at him through hazy and exhausted eyes, and even then she’s the most stunning woman he’s ever met, “You can lay down and take a nap, I won’t judge you.”

She’s already shaking her head, “I have to get back eventually.”

“But if you get up, you’ll disturb Grizzer.” Hound points out.

She looks down at Grizzer, and she must be more tired than he thought because she just looks puzzled, like she can’t quite figure out the best way to get free. His worry increases.

“Just a short nap, sen’ika.” Hound encourages, “You’re not going to be able to finish your work with how fuzzy you are right now.”

For a moment she looks like she’s about to agree, but then she presses her lips into a thin line, “I have to get back, Hound.”

Hound leans back in his seat, his mind racing. He can’t let her go back. Not in this state. And using Grizzer as an excuse isn’t going to work anymore, he already knows.

“Alright,” He says slowly, thoughtfully.

He gets to his feet and carefully moves Grizzer, and then helps his sen’ika to her feet. Hound isn’t the least bit surprised when she stumbles into him, though he is glad that he thought ahead and removed the majority of his armor.

“...m’sorry.” She says quietly.

Hound closes his eyes for a moment and then, very gently presses his hand against the back of her neck, holding her against him. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” His voice is soft, soothing.

Her hands come up to press against his chest, and for a moment, Hound thinks she’s going to push away, worries that he pushed too hard. But, instead, she curls her fingers into the thin material of his blacks. “I’m so tired,” She whispers, and her voice cracks.

And that’s what Hound was waiting for.

His free arm wraps firmly around her, holding her tight, “You don’t have to go back to work. You need to take a break.”

He feels her tears soaking into his top and Hound turns his head to press a light kiss to the side of her head, “Someone has to do it-” She whispers, her voice thick with tears.

“That someone doesn’t have to be you.” Hound murmurs in reply as he slowly, and carefully, walks her back towards the couch. He readjusts her, and then sits on the couch, while holding her close. “We can reach out to the Jedi, they can help you.”

“The Senate-”

“Kriff the senate,” Hound’s voice holds no heat as he gently offers what comfort he can, “You’re working yourself to death, and I’m not going to tolerate it anymore.”

She pulls away from his shoulder and looks up at him through miserable, watery eyes, “Why do you care?”

“Because you’re my friend. Because I care about you.” Hound brushes his fingers against her cheek, “because I love you more than anything in this galaxy. Take your pick.”

She blinks at him, and then drops her head on his shoulder. She doesn’t say anything positive, but she also doesn’t say anything negative, which is good enough for now.

It’s not fair to spring love on her when she’s so exhausted. The fact that she’s not running away is good enough for now.

“Will you stay here and take a nap?” Hound asks as he strokes her back lovingly, “For me?”

“Every time I try to sleep, I have nightmares,” She admits quietly.

“Then you can sleep on me. I’ll wake you if you look like you’re having a nightmare. I promise.” Hound offers. “What do you think?”

She sighs, soft and quiet, “I suppose I can agree to that.” His sen’ika’s eyes drift shut, and Hound carefully adjusts her so that she’s leaning against him comfortably.

Fox is going to blow a gasket, but if he words his request properly, maybe then the Guard and the Forensics unit can get Jedi oversight. That can only help with his poor Sen’ika’s problem, and it’ll keep Fox from working himself to death.

Hound glances at the woman in his lap, and his gaze softens, before he presses a light kiss to the top of her head. That’s a problem for later, for now, he has the love of his life asleep in his arms, and he’s going to just enjoy it while he can.

#star wars #tcw #arf trooper hound x reader #hound x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic

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oceansssblue · 10 days

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If you're still taking clone requests, I would LOVE to see something cute and domestic! A couple ideas I've been rotating in my head lately:

-Fives and reader messing around in the kitchen together, making dinner, dancing to stupid music and teasing each other's cooking skills, which inevitably ends in a huge mess (and dinner probably being forgotten about...)

-Wrecker getting sick and being forced into bed despite trying to keep working. It's totally against his will at first, but soon he starts to enjoy the chance to be soft and gentle. The reader finally convinces him to let them take care of him for once, assuring him that he doesn't always have to be the strong one

-Echo and the reader discussing starting a family, Echo expressing his doubts about what kind of father he would be and the reader reassuring him, telling him how much they love watching him with Omega and how good a father he'd be. The more they talk about it the more excited Echo gets at the idea

Hope these sparked something for you! Have a great day :)

Okay okay! Decided to do the two bottom ones as I've already done a kitchen fluffy one with fives and got a few for him requested as well (one of which I'll be working on next).

They're short, since I wanted to do both of then in the same post under the cut. Hope you like them, enjoy!

"BED REST"

TBB REQUESTS– WRECKER/GN READER 📩💖

WARNINGS: none

Somehow, inherently with being a big, strong person, Wrecker was used to helping people. Maybe it was just Wrecker's personality on itself; the way he felt truly happy when taking care of someone, being part of the solution to someone's problem. Wether it be physicall help or kind words, it made him feel warm.

What Wrecker wasn't used to, however, was to be taken care of. Well, he had a very close relationship with his brothers, and they always had an eye out for each other; but it wasn't like that. It didn't soothe any deeper emotional part of him. It was more of a... physical safety check of sorts. Tech had actually suggested to integrate a monthly therapy session to talk about their respective feelings years ago; but it hadn't ended up being a reality, lost instead in his never ending line of hypothetical ideas.

Maybe that's the reason why Wrecker doesn't say anything about the way he's feeling himself. Maybe that's the reason why he puts up a big smile on his face and sits through the presentation of your project as if he's not feeling downright awful. He's so kind and sweet even in his state you don't even notice it until you're actually home with him; and you see him pulling up an uncomfortable expression when he watches you take out some pasta from your fridge.

"Wrecker?" You look at him confused and slightly worried. "Are you feeling okay, honey?"

Wrecker tries to smile again; but his expresion falls and he quickly takes a hand to his stomach, putting slight preasure to it.

You frown and close the fridge, abandoning the tupper back inside of it and aproaching him closely. You carefully place your hand on his wide shoulder.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling ill?" You guess.

Wrecker hesitates.

"Oh, it's nothing" he quickly answers, even with his face twisting in pain. "Just my stomach being whinny".

You smile and caress his shoulder. Poor Wrecker, trying to ignore himself to push through your presentation and make you happy. You can't have him suffering.

"Why don't you go lay down on bed for a bit? I'll make you some tea and be right there" you suggest.

Wrecker frowns in disagreement.

"Oh, no, love, there's no need. I'm fine, really. I'll probably be as good as new in a pair of hours".

You're a little confused as by why he's so reluctant to admit he's not doing good and let you help. You try to soothe him with another caress and a smile; gentle expression on your face.

"And you can rest til you do" you insist, softly but firm, leaving no space for him to evade you.

Wrecker glances to the side.

"Oh, uh... Love..." he suddenly exhales deeply, as if surrendering, and adds in an embarassed tone "I just don't want you to feel like you need to fuss over me. I can take care of myself".

You blink slowly. Ah. You might be starting to see the problem. Maybe it's related with the fact that he's a soldier; always the hero, the saviour, and not the damsel in distress. Maybe it's just that he's Wrecker; always strong and efficient. Well...

"You don't have to be strong with me all the time" you whisper to him, closing up the distance between each others faces and nuzzling your nose with his, affectionately. "I know you can take care of yourself, Wreck, but I want to take care of you too".

Wrecker sighs, and you know you've almost got him convinced, so you continue.

"You always take such good care of me, love. I want to take care of you now. Wanna make you feel loved and safe. Let me, please?"

Wrecker melts and finally nods. You give him a little smile and direct him to your bedroom. Your boyfriend slowly lays in bed, with his back against the wall, watching you hesitantly; you give him a peck on the cheek before returning to the kitchen and quickly putting up together the best of your teas. You think it might help to settle Wrecker's stomach.

You go back to your bedroom with it in your hand; and you carefully pass it to Wrecker, who inmediately gives it an exploratory sip. He humms in aproval; and you find a spot besides him, both of your thighs pressed together.

You patiently wait til Wrecker has finished his tea and has left the empty cup on your nightstand. Then, you slowly direct the clone to scooch downwards and place his head on your lap. You caress his head, then his shoulders and chest; soothing patterns with the sole purpose to comfort him.

Wrecker melts. This was better than what he had thought of at first. He thought it might be uncomfortable, relinquishing control to some other person, being the one in need; but oh, this is great, with your soft hands and your tender words. He might grow to even like it.

Your hands squeeze a sore spot on his shoulder and he groans.

Yeah. He will.

THE END.

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"TO PLAN A FAMILY"

TBB REQUESTS – ECHO/F READER 📩💖

WARNINGS: Mentions of prosthetics and starting a family.

You first noticed it at the end of your first year dating Echo. The lingering glances, the way he seemed to grow lost in his thoughts, how he sighed deeply as if there was something pulling at his heart. You became observant throughout the first part of that second year together; and you reached your conclusion. It's always Hunter and Omega.

They're incredibly sweet, both of them. It's warming to see them interact together in their own special father and daughter relationship. Hunter's firm and always attentive; Omega in his teenager era trying to be more independent. Trying to show everyone she's capable, though you all know she is.

Inevitably, you start paying more attention to Echo's own interactions with the blond girl. For some reason, Omega has always saved a special spot on her heart for Echo; and since you returned with him to the Marauder after a last dangerous mission with Rex and the Rebellion, she has grown even closer to the man that holds your own heart.

It makes you melt, the way he takes care of her. How he teaches her and how he patiently waits for her to replicate his lesson; gentle hands redirecting her and a proud, small smile pulling on his lips when she achieves it. When things get hard, and Omega grows sad or restless, Echo talks her through it; voice soft but not masking reality, helping her understand and process that things can't always be as they want to, but that there's always a reason to keep trying. Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest when you think on how many times this wonderful man has said those same words to himself.

"Echo" you whisper his name one night when you can't keep holding it in. He slowly turns in bed towards you and hums sleeply. You brace yourself for any possible reaction of his. "Do you ever want to have kids?"

At first, Echo seems to freeze. Then he blinks twice, as if he is trying to move on from the fact that you've actually asked him this question out loud; and then he sighs quietly.

"I don't know if I should, to start with" he answers, voice barely audible in the silence of your bedroom.

You frown, lost.

"Why not?"

Echo mirrors your position in front of him; laying on one side of his body with his prosthetic knees slightly bent and head resting on his left bycep.

His eyes move away from yours, glancing down in that reserved way of his that indicate he's feeling a mix of contradicting emotions. You know him well by now.

"We're not living the safest of lifes, cyare. What kind of father would I be if I had to dissapear to help Rex here and there, or put my son through a constant runaway? Besides... They just might get scared of me".

You know the last statement refers to his appearance –you haven't met him before, so you've always seen this shape of his hot as fuck–; and you gently clasp his shoulder with your hand.

"Don't say that" you answer, softly. "They won't. They won't care if you have methalic legs or arms or a headset. They'd love you just the same, just like I do. It's what good families do".

Echo stays silent, thoughtfull. He shimmies forward in bed so that you're touching now; one of your thighs quickly moving over his hip and snuggling together, noses touching and nuzzling slowly.

"Would you?" He finally asks you. "Have kids?"

Your heart beats steadily inside your chest. You can't lie to him.

"Yes" you whisper, hand moving to caress his cheek delicately. You sigh, wishful, and you confess "I love watching you with Omega. You've just got the perfect ammount of gentleness, firmness, patience and honesty. I can't help but imagine you crouching down to explain something to a little Echo as well".

You kiss him sweetly and whisper in front of his lips "You'd be a great father, riduur".

Echo makes a sound with the back of his throat, pulling you tigther towards him. You close your eyes in the embrace.

Echo pictures it in his mind. A smaller version of himself and you, a perfect mix, running around and asking innocent questions to the both of you. How you'd look with him in your arms and how much you'd both love him. It's so beautiful in his mind it suddenly hurts for it not to be real.

Echo hums and conceeds.

"We can talk thorugh it seriously tomorrow" he agrees, pulling a radiant hopeful smile on your face "But right now it's late, and we both need to sleep".

You nod enthusiastically. You know you won't be able to for at least another hour, too excited at the possibility of your recents dream becoming true; but you'll just close your eyes and listen to his steady heartbeat.

You give his lips a peck and glance downwards. You tap his prosthetics with your index.

"You gonna take this today, mesh'la?" You ask him casually.

Once thing you have learned is that Echo doesn't like his physical problems to be treated as if he were made of glass. He understands the empathy; but it makes him uncomfortable, sometimes. By now, after two years together, you've already perfectioned your ways; and the best one is to just be normal about it, not to avoid it or tone it down. Echo's dissabled, but not uncapable. There's an abism of a difference.

"Yeah" Echo answers, moving to search the joints and attachments to abandon his prosthetic legs to the side. "My hips hurt today".

You hum and patiently wait for him to pull them off, leaving them carefully on the floor, before he rolls back towards you and you instanctly welcome him back into your arms.

You kiss him again and yawn.

"We'll take a warm bath tomorrow and I'll give you a nice massage afterwards" you offer, growing sleepy.

Echo smiles.

"You're too good to me" he whispers, cuddling closer.

You hum in disagreement.

"I'm as good as you deserve".

That night, you both dream of your own little family.

THE END.

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taraaaa! Two in one love, u can't complain! Hahahaha. I hope you liked them, they ended up really fluffy and sweet on my opinion.

I'll be writing either a Fives or Tech request next, stay stunned!

Xx,

Sky.

Back to general masterlist here!

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in1-nutshell · 2 months

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Hello! If it's okay to request could you do another part of this request (Elita One's twin sister w/ Sg Blackarachnia)?

The reactions/interactions of Starscream's clones;

Or Reactions/Interactions of Dinobots (you can add other bots/cons, Wreck-gar, Soundwave, or other)?

also, if it's okay to make one of them as a separate request?

(PS. I apologize if I’ve been putting in a lot of requests. feel free to reject this. Also, take your time, and thank you so much!)

The Queen is back!

The second part of this request is coming soon, don't worry!

Hope you enjoy!

Elita One's Twin sister reaction from Dinobots and Wreck-Gar

SFW, Platonic, Hinted romance, Cybertronain (techno organic) reader

TFA

Set Pre- Sentinel and Elita reunion.

Buddy needed some space.

She and Megatron had gotten into a petty argument that day.

What was it about? She couldn’t tell you.

She just knew that she was angry and well she was good at holding grudges.

Was fighting with the Decepticon leader the smartest thing to do? Probably not

But she knew Megatron, he wasn’t that kind of mech towards her.

She decided to leave the base at night and go on an evening stroll.

Buddy walking by the docks still a bit fuming.

“Stinkin’ Megatron… and his arrogant, dumb face… and big frame… and lovely red optics… I’m losing it, aren’t I?”--Buddy

“I’m losing it!”

Buddy jumping nearly 20 feet in the air.

“Who’s there?!”--Buddy

Figure on the junk ship waving.

“I’m losing it!”

“…”--Buddy

Buddy swung up to the ship and made her way towards the figure.

She was surprised to see a mech sitting in the center of the pile playing around with the junk.

Buddy asked if he needed help.

He just starts playing with junk.

That’s when Buddy noticed his pede stuck on one of the ships gears.

How wasn’t he in pain!? At least complaining?

“Primus how aren’t you scream?!”--Buddy

“I can scream if you want!”—Wreck-Gar

“Maybe don’t do that.”--Buddy

Buddy pulling on his pede over and over again trying to get it out.

One last pull, Buddy yanked it out landing on another pile of junk.

The mech belly flopping on the junk next to Buddy.

“This is fun! Fun! Fun! Wreck-Gar having the best time with new friend!”—Wreck-Gar

“Wreck-Gar? Is that your name?”--Buddy

“Yes! I am Wreck-Gar and I Dare to be Stupid!”—Wreck-Gar

“… well, you’re not wrong I guess.”--Buddy

“And you are?”—Wreck-Gar

“Oh, I’m Buddy.”--Buddy

“Buddy? Buddy. Buddy!”—Wreck-Gar

“Yes, that’s my—”--Buddy

Wreck-Gar stands up and marches around happily.

“I like the sound! Buddy! Buddy! Buddy! Buddy!”—Wreck-Gar

Wreck-Gar gets down on one knee in front of Buddy.

Buddy backs up a bit with the most surprised look on her face.

Wreck-Gar pulls out a little box from his subspace.

“Wreck-Gar! What are you doing?”--Buddy

Meanwhile with Megatron…

Megatron tossing and turning a bit in his berth.

His servos clenched into fists.

Back at the docks…

Wreck-Gar opens the little box revealing two friendship bracelets.

“Buddy, will you make me the happiest bot on this junk pile… and be my Best Buddy for life!”—Wreck-Gar

Buddy sighing with so much relief, slipping the bracelet into her subspace.

“Sure Wreck-Gar, I’ll be your friend.”--Buddy

Back at the Decepticon base…

Megatron sighing so hard he falls back to sleep.

The two talked for a bit more before Buddy decided to start heading home.

Wreck-gar simply waves bye before going back to his junk crafts.

Strange bot indeed.

She continued her walk when she heard a bunch of footsteps heading her way.

Quickly she hid in one of the open cargo containers.

It was fine.

Until they closed the door.

Sure, Buddy could have easily gotten out, but she didn’t want to freak out the human dock workers.

The best ones were hard to find now a days and she didn’t want them to suffer for her mistake. She thought to herself that it would be fine if she stayed there for a bit.

She could go for a nap anyways.

Buddy thought she slept for a couple of minutes max.

Not an entire hour!

Buddy rubbing her helm a bit while sitting in the container.

“Maybe I should get more sleep… Nah.”--Buddy

Buddy looks around the container.

“I should probably start opening the—”--Buddy

SNAP!

Suddenly she felt the entire container go on its side and a short free fall before it hit the ground.

Buddy now truly freaked out kicked the opening, shattering its locks and ran out.

She was not expecting to find herself waist deep in water.

Carefully she wadded to the nearby shoreline.

Once she got to the shore, she panted a bit before looking back at her old container.

The chains that were supposed to be holding the container were rusty and broken.

Maybe they snapped while the ship was out.

Good news for Buddy, the ship didn’t travel too far.

Bad news for Buddy, she couldn’t swim to shore.

The downside to having an organic part.

She figured that she would radio in for help in a bit.

Afterall, she hadn’t been on this island before. Maybe there was a new type of bird or cute animal she had seen in those nature documentaries.

So, she wandered into the bush.

It wasn’t as exciting as she thought it would be, but it was defiantly a nice spot to come to clear one’s mind.

A mighty roar pierced the once tranquil night.

Buddy nearly jumped out of her frame when she heard it.

She turned to run the other way when the roar came back sounding more in pain.

…curse her medical coding…

That thing was going to get her in trouble one of these days.

She carefully trekked deeper into the bush following the sounds of the anguished roar.

Buddy was not expecting other Cybertronians.

Certainly not ones who had animal alt modes.

It did make her feel a bit comfortable seeing other ‘odd’ alt modes out there. Sure, they were techno organic like her, but still, it was nice.

If she remembered the one movie about Dinosaurs correctly the two bots on the side were a Pteranodon and a Triceratops. The hulking figure laying on the ground behind them was a T-Rex.

The smaller ones took notice of Buddy and stood in front of the larger being.

Like they were protecting it.

Buddy raising her servos in the air.

“I mean no harm.”--Buddy

The two dinos look at her confused.

“Umm… I’m not going to hurt you. I want to help.”--Buddy

Dinos look at each other, hesitantly, before making a way for Buddy to come in.

Buddy makes her way to the hulking T-Rex laying on the floor in the pain.

Buddy starts walking around slowly inspecting him.

“My name is Buddy. I’m here to help you.”--Buddy

The mech huffs in pain.

Buddy scans his joints.

“I like your alt modes. Having a car alt mode is overrated.”--Buddy

The mech huffed again, but it sounded more amused.

Then she found the problem.

A thick branch had wedged itself in between some of his important joints.

With one swift motion, she took out the branch.

The mech then stood up testing his joints.

Then he transformed and the others followed.

… Buddy was really hating how small she was right now.

The biggest one looked down at her and patted her back strut so hard she was sure that something came out of place.

Buddy trying to recover from the pat on the back.

“You’re welcome big guy.”--Buddy

“Grimlock better thanks to you! Grimlock strong again!”--Grimlock

“Grimlock? Is that your name?”--Buddy

Grimlock nods and points to the others.

“That Swoop! He flies highest! Other is Slag! He shortest of Dinobots! Me Grimlock the strongest and King of Dinobots!”--Grimlock

Buddy just trying to soak in everything.

Grimlock picks Buddy up and places her on his shoulder.

“Grimlock!”--Buddy

“Buddy now part of Dinobots.”--Grimlock

“Wait what?”--Buddy

The four of them walked further into the bush talking and having good laughs.

They did this until Buddy realized that dawn was fast approaching.

She asked if Swoop could give her a ride back to the mainland to go home.

They weren’t happy that she was going home, but Buddy promised to visit them as much as she could.

This seemed to make them happy enough.

Swoop was careful flying her and landing on the docks before returning.

Buddy walked into the base as the sun was coming up.

Thank goodness everyone was still in their habsuites.

Buddy finally saw her beautiful berth and fell face first on it.

She sighed a bit before finally closing her optics.

Buddy opens her habsuite taking in the sight of her lovely berth.

She smiles as she faceplates on it, sighing, and closing her optics.

SLAM!

Lugnut burst into her door.

“WHAT IS IT!?”--Buddy

“Why aren’t you in the med bay? You are usually there by now.”--Lugnut

“… So, you decided to come to my room and wake me up… because I wasn’t up?”--Buddy

“Umm… yes?”--Lugnut

“…”--Buddy

Buddy gets up from her berth slowly walks up to Lugnut.

“Buddy?”--Lugnut

Buddy swiftly picks up Lugnut over her helm and starts marching down to the main room.

“Buddy unhand me!”--Lugnut

“Quiet Lugnut or I will throw you across the room.”--Buddy

“Hehe, I’d like to see you try.”--Lugnut

Everyone just stares at Buddy holding Lugnut above her helm and throws him across the room.

Buddy turns to everyone.

“I will be in my room for the next four hours. No. One. Is to disturb me unless it is a life-or-death situation.”--Buddy

Buddy turns on her heels and marches back to her habsuite and slams the door.

“…”--Everyone

Starscream looks at Megatron.

“That’s who has your spark in a chokehold?”--Starscream

“Ye—No!”--Megatron

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa wreck gar #tfa dinobots x platonic reader #Elita One's twin sister

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letsquestjess · 10 months

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Books and Roses - Part 1 (Hunter x GN!Reader)

Summary: A usual day at your job in the library turns into a fateful meeting with Pabu's newest resident.

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: None.

A/N: This one absolutely ran away with me but I finally got it finished. I'm not sure when it will be posted, but I plan on doing a part 2.

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Singing softly to yourself, you cautiously ascended the stepladder and arranged the books in your arms, sliding another into its home on the shelves and rearranging the ones that had been misplaced. Many of the mid-afternoon patrons stopped and smiled to greet you as they searched for their next read. A few lingered, chatting away about the delightful weather and asking if there had been any new arrivals they might like.

An excited hum of conversation echoed from the far bench as a group of schoolchildren eagerly discussed their work. Their whispered chatter grew into a rumble of voices clamouring to be heard until the head librarian hushed them with stern warnings about the library’s rules. Some of them stifled their snickers, but the others extended their apologies and promised to be quiet.

Months ago, you had suggested allocating specific hours after school for those studying for exams and projects so that they could exchange ideas and work together without worrying about the noise, but your boss dismissed the idea with an irritated scoff. “Libraries are houses of silence and order,” he had asserted. “They will learn that or find some place else to study.” No matter how hard you tried to make your case afterwards, he remained unmoved and bluntly told you to not bring the subject up again.

With your arms empty, you climbed down the ladders and scooped another set of returns from the tray. You flicked through them as the doors squeaked open, and you spared a brief glimpse at the man stepping in. He adjusted his crimson bandana, tucking the stray midnight strands from in front of his face, and scoured the library. Like a whirlwind, a blonde girl from the group of school students flew to him and clung to his waist. He chuckled and ruffled her short hair.

They whispered in muffled voices before she pointed in your direction and walked towards you. As they got closer, you realised he was one of the clones who had recently settled on the island with his siblings. You had noticed them a few times in town, but you never managed to summon enough courage to appease your curiosity by speaking to them.

“Anything you need help with?” you asked, welcoming them with a smile.

“Omega is looking for some books on Pabu folklore,” the man replied. “We were wondering if you could tell us where they are.”

“I’ll do better than that, I’ll show you.” With a wave of your hand, you invited them to join you as you walked to the back of the building, through the wedges of sunlight gleaming in from the gardens outside and past the wall of bulletins advertising local businesses and upcoming events. “Folklore is my speciality,” you told them, “so if you’re looking for anything specific, I can point you in the right direction.”

“Oh, stuff with sea monsters,” Omega said. “And magical birds.”

You meandered the aisles dedicated to the island’s myths and paused at a sapphire-bound volume, its cover adorned with bronze foil ripples and faded, swirling clouds. “This one contains a collection of stories about the water and air elementals. You know the pillars out by the docks?”

“Yeah.”

“It is believed that a sea king built his palace on the top of them. It stretched all the way out to ocean, almost touching the horizon, but it was destroyed by a giant bird after he nearly shot it down.”

The girl listened captivated, and you retrieved more books. All the while, her guardian followed, his smile pushing at the crinkles by his eyes as you shared your stories and piled up the reading material.

Once she had as many as she could carry, you led them back to the desk. “I’ll add a couple of extra weeks onto them so you can enjoy them without having to rush.”

“That’s kind of you,” the man said.

“No problem, um…” You racked your brain trying to remember if he had introduced himself, but he quickly spared you from your dilemma.

“Hunter.”

He extended his hand to you and you shook it, introducing yourself. “You moved here recently with your family, right? How are you finding it?”

“It’s… different.”

“A good different, I hope.” Scanning the last book into the system, you typed in the extra data and handed it to Omega. “You’ll have to let me know what you think once you’ve finished them.”

“I will,” she promised. “Thank you for helping me.”

With a friendly wave, she hurried to the door with her brother trailing behind her, urging her to slow and taking on the burden of some of the books she was carrying.

* * *

Your day began as usual. You arrived, stored your belongings in the staff room locker and got to work organising the extensive stack of returns and finding spots for the new arrivals. A few sparked your interest, and you decided to take a look at them during your lunch break.

Not long after the afternoon regulars, the local students shuffled in and settled at the far desks. Glum faces stared at notepads and flipped through their assignments. Another librarian offered her assistance, and the confused expressions gradually turned into ones of understanding.

The bell on the countertop chimed. “Omega,” you said to the girl patiently waiting for your attention. “How can I help you?”

“I finished the books,” she declared, hoisting the hefty pile and setting them onto the desk with a muted thud.

“I see someone is an avid reader,” you said, surprised. “You’ve only had them a week.”

“They’re really interesting. Especially the one with the wizard and glass dragon.”

“Ah, if it’s magic you like there is a brilliant story about a woman who harnessed the power of an ancient cave to bring back the sun after it disappeared.”

“What happened?” she asked.

The weight of the returned texts in your arms brought back a flood of memories as you began to recount the wondrous legends you had absorbed as a child. Tales of sparkling, celestial-born creatures, and renowned figures who formed the island. Magic spilled from your words and Omega clung to them, occasionally helping you by handing you books to place on the topmost shelves while you balanced on the stepladders. Before long, you had checked in and replaced all the returns and you were nowhere near done with your stories.

As the door hinges let out a protesting groan, Hunter strolled in and spotted you both talking, Omega perched on the reception desk sipping on a fruit juice carton and you with a steaming cup of caf in your hands.

“Hunter,” she called, waving him over. “There’s a cave close by that has magic in it. Can we check it out?”

“I suppose, if it’s safe to get there,” Hunter replied, glancing at you questioningly.

“It’s not that far along the coast and it’s perfectly safe,” you assured him. “It gets fairly cool in there in the warmer months, so people stick close to it when they go to the beach.”

Hunter noticed a fresh selection of tales by Omega, almost as tall as the last lot. “You’ve made quite the impression,” he said to you as his sister hopped down from the countertop and bundled the volumes into her backpack.

“Any chance I get to talk about the folklore of this place, I’ll take it,” you chuckled.

“Perhaps you might tell me about them sometime.”

Heat crept into your cheeks at the sincerity in his tone and you stared at the warm tendrils escaping your mug. “Well, you know where to find me.”

His gaze lingered on yours before he shifted to Omega. “Come on, little adventurer,” he said. “Let’s get you home.”

* * *

You exhaled a breath of relief as you sank into the plush cushion of the desk chair, feeling the pressure of another overburdened morning lift off your aching feet. The past few weeks had been a monotonous slog of reorganising, double-checking and triple-checking systems until you could recite the lists in your sleep. But now it was completed. Catalogued. Authorised. Done.

Hunter’s regular visits had made the workload a little more bearable. He had taken to showing up earlier to catch you on your break, asking about the myths and legends of Pabu before conversation and curiosity prompted him to ask you about yourself. During the hours you’d spent either cooped up in a private corner of the library or basking in the sun on the bench outside, he’d told you about his own past and his brothers.

As the weeks proceeded and your meetings became a daily occurrence, you felt the stirrings of admiration. You noticed how the faded detail on his facial tattoo crinkled when he smiled, the faint highlights in his hair that drank the sunlight and deepened the midnight shades, the rhythmic tap of his fingers when he got lost in contemplation. And the way that his eyes brushed across your face when he thought you weren’t looking. You’d caught his reflection many times in the window, captivated like a stargazer enthralled by the night sky in the seconds before he regained his composure.

But you silenced the hopeful whispers of your heart. He’s probably grateful for the non-judgmental attention you give him, you thought to yourself, struggling to ignore the pondering in your mind that asked if he shared your feelings.

“Working hard as always,” a low, jovial voice said, tenderly pulling you from your daydreams.

You swivelled in the chair and pushed yourself up, checking the chronometer on the computer screen. “I didn’t realise it was that time. Did you want to sit outside today?”

“Sure. But before we do.”

He slowly withdrew his hands from behind his back and a fresh floral perfume drifted from the basket of lilac and gold roses he placed on the counter. “For you,” he clarified at the puzzled lift of your eyebrows. “I saw these, and they reminded me of the story you told me about the purple sea and the warriors who turned the droplets into petals at sunrise, and I thought that maybe you’d… Sorry, I’m rambling. Maker, it’s usually Tech doing that.” He attempted to stifle his anxiety with a cough, but it only intensified his trembling, his mind racing, and his fingers running through his hair as he desperately sought to find the right words to say.

“Thank you, Hunter,” you breathed, trying not to let your smile betray how endearing you found him when he was flustered. “I wasn’t expecting… you didn’t have to…” You paused and collected your thoughts. “They’re perfect.”

At a nearby table, Omega shifted her gaze away from her homework book, carefully watching your exchange before quickly looking back down when her brother caught her.

“There’s a really nice cafe near the beach,” you said, running the pad of your thumb over a satiny petal. “They make their own pastries every morning and the caf is delicious. I’m planning on heading there for breakfast tomorrow before going for a walk along the coastline. You’re more than welcome to join me.”

Hunter’s hand glided across the desk and grazed over yours on the side of the flower basket. His fingertips fluttering against your skin, he waited for you to pull away, to flinch or recoil, but you didn’t, and his adoring gaze met yours. “I would love to.”

“Shall I meet you here in the morning and we can walk down together?” you asked, heart pounding and a tiny flame of hope burning inside you.

With the slightest shuffle and the sweetest smile, he nodded. “It’s a date.”

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ghostofskywalker · 4 months

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Hi! could you do "Do you need a hug?" with Jesse or Fives and a fem!reader for your winter ficlets, please?

hi! this went way angstier than i originally intended it to, i'm so sorry. i chose jesse, and i actually made myself cry while writing it

words: 1,087

summary: the more time you spent in the GAR, the more you came to know grief, especially when the casualties of the war were people you had grown close to. Jesse notices that you're struggling, and reaches out to help.

@clonexreaderbingo square: haunted

The Strength To Keep Going

clone troopers masterlist || request a winter ficlet

You had known when you signed up to work for the Grand Army of the Republic, that you would more than likely come to know men who would die in battle. And back when you were signing your name on that fateful piece of flimsi, you thought that you would be able to handle those types of situations with grace and poise.

You had been decidedly wrong about that assumption.

Grief was an ugly emotion, an unrelenting rain of melancholy punctured with swirling storms of rage, all tied together with a listlessness to rival that of the oldest tooka in the galaxy. And it had come to take up what felt like a permanent residence in your mind.

You didn’t want to do anything anymore, but you lived a life in which that was simply not possible. If you let go, even for a fleeting moment, too much could go wrong. Was it worth it to potentially doom the lives of those who marched on because you couldn’t pull your mind away from the faces of the fallen?

In the beginning, you suffered in silence. Tried to immortalize the names, mannerisms, and faces of the men that were lost in your mind, but soon you could feel some of those memories start to fade. You desperately hung on, cursing the greater powers (whatever they may be) for allowing such suffering to take hold in the galaxy. Every single one of these men had been your friends, and now you had to grapple with the reality that you would never see them again.

Sleep began to evade you more than usual, and you had taken to wandering the flagship during the night, nodding at the clones and other GAR workers that had chosen this shift, but you never really interacted with anyone else. Eyes bloodshot and gaze distant, you paced through the chilly halls with a blanket around your shoulders and anguish on your face.

It was one of these nights, where you had no destination in mind but walked the halls like you had some official purpose, and you hadn’t spoken to anyone in hours. Echo had been the latest casualty, and the news had felt like a vibroblade to the heart.

It had been a particularly rough loss, which was why you didn’t quite register that someone was speaking to you for a few moments. Finally, the voice that you had only been half aware of until now gave way to a gentle touch on your shoulder, and you turned to see who it was that had disturbed you.

Jesse was standing there, a concerned expression on his face. “Do you need a hug?” he asked softly. “You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

A whisper-quiet “yeah,” left your mouth, and before you knew it, you were being pulled into a sturdy embrace, the warmth of Jesse’s body seeping through both your blanket and the fabric of your GAR-issued sleepwear.

His hand reached out to find yours, and you allowed him to slowly lead you to a room a couple hallways away. Couches and chairs were the first thing you noticed, all mismatched and a little worse for wear. You had been to this lounge room a few times to grab something from the chiller, but you didn’t usually stay more than a moment or two.

“Why don’t you sit down there?” Jesse said as he gestured to one of the couches, and if you weren’t so Maker-damn tired you might have tried to argue. “What’s going on?”

“How do you keep going?” The question escaped your mouth in a voice that seemed almost accusatory, even though your intentions were far from it. But you couldn’t help it, you had spent too long watching everyone act like nothing was wrong, and you were dying to know where they stored their grief, because you knew it was somewhere.

You didn’t have to elaborate on your point, Jesse knew what you were asking, but you continued anyway. “Every day I witness more and more loss, and how does it not completely break you after a while?”

He sat down next to you, reaching out to take your hand. “I don’t know,” he said. “We’ve been told from the time we were cadets that we would likely die in service to the Republic, and I think a lot of us have internalized that by now.”

You didn’t know it was even possible, but your heart broke even more after you heard that. “Hey,” Jesse said, noticing the way tears were starting to well up in your eyes. “You’re not weak for struggling, and you have no idea how much it means to all of us that you care so much. But I know that my brothers, and especially Echo, would never want you to lose out on living because you were too wrapped up in mourning them.”

Well, that was it. The tears were coming now, whether you wanted them to or not. “I know,” you managed to breathe out, voice shaky. “But it still hurts.”

Jesse nodded, knowing that he couldn’t say anything to make your pain truly disappear, even though he wanted to. Instead, all he could do was move closer to you, gently shifting your blanket so that it was covering more of your body than it had been. Silently, you leaned into his touch, resting your head against his chest.

“General Skywalker told us about the Force one time,” Jesse said, and even though you weren’t quite sure what his point was, you listened aptly. “He said that when beings die, they become part of the world that surrounds us, and that the Jedi are able to draw some of their power from the love that those who came before us had for the galaxy.”

“Do you think he’s right?”

“Yeah,” he said. “So I guess it helps me to think about my brothers watching over the ship when I feel sad, and that they’re celebrating our victories with us. This way, no one is ever truly forgotten, you know?”

“No one is ever truly forgotten,” you repeated softly. You didn’t know if anything would ever be enough to truly lift this weight from your thoughts, but it certainly helped to shoulder some of the burden.

The two of you sat there in a comfortable silence for a little while longer, and Jesse didn’t bat an eye when you fell asleep against him. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, but he didn’t really mind.

- the end -

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happysadyoyo · 6 months

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Once again, this is @pillowspace's AU that I'm kinda going AWOL with. I just want to make something a little more cheerful after leaving Y/N struggling to get home last night.

Clone AU is being a bit prickly, but I think that's mostly cause I want to draw for it rn and I'm still in the throes of color separations whenever I have a spare moment on my tablet. But that'll be done soonish I think? By the end of the week for sure because I need to start making my mylar sheets soon.

Time Loop whump fic will likely be pecked away at throughout the day to deal with school stress. This is just a quick palette cleanser since to me HD Y/N is a bit in the middle personality-wise.

TL is a lot more extraverted and kind, and Clone is the one most likely to cause the DCA to experience the first animatronic heart attack if they ever spoke because every other word would be fuck. HD is one of those people who recognizes the struggle they're in, but they can also find the good moments and appreciate them all the more while giving the bird to everything making life actively harder for them and their little brother.

"You sure you're fine." Gretchen sounds doubtful, but you smile and keep working.

"Positive. Look, nothing really happened in the grand scheme of things, right? I'm not hurt."

"Your hand is bruised, and you had to cancel your cards," Gretchen says, and to prove a point, she grabs your hand.

You flinch, pulling back. "I made it home in one piece and nothing really valuable got stolen," you reply archly, shoving the last of the books towards your friend. "Go put these away. I need to check the computer room to make sure no one needs help."

"This conversation isn't over," Gretchen warns, even as she pushes the cart away. The library is fairly quiet at this point in the day, early in the afternoon, before school is let out and you all get inundated with kids and teens looking to kill a couple hours before their parents get home. It's the perfect time to make sure everything is clean and ready for kids to play.

The computer room is actually pretty quiet, though there is one brightly colored splotch of a person in the corner. You can hear them tapping slowly at the keyboard as you check each computer, wiping things down and logging out of a couple accounts. Eventually, you've made it to the corner with the stranger, struck by just how tall they are.

"Is everything all right?" you ask brightly.

"O-oh!" The stranger is clearly startled, so you take an extra step back, just for safety. "Yes, sorry. I think we, I, signed up for an hour? Has time. passed that fast?"

"No, sorry. There's a timer in the corner, here." You tap at the monitor helpfully. "I didn't mean to confuse you. I just wanted to know if you needed any help."

The stranger doesn't reply, instead fidgeting with what you're guessing is a scarf around their face. "Is your hand okay?" They ask, and you quickly withdraw it, tucking it close to your chest. "I don't mean to pry. It just looks painful."

"Ah, well." You grimace, remembering that Gretchen is going to be on you the moment she's done with her returns. It's easier to hide in the computer room, and besides, what's the likelihood this stranger will talk to her? You decide to sit, still achey from last night and exhausted from a lack of sleep. "I was mugged last night."

"You were what?" The horror in their voice is less grating than it was with your friend, and when you smile, it just feels tired, not forced. "You can't possibly be okay after that!"

"I kind of have to be. It's making some of my duties today a little harder though. I can't exactly balance heavy boxes with this hand, and my coworkers are sweet, but if I don't do my work, I think they're going to send me home." You curl and uncurl your hand slowly, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from grimacing. "And I need the money, so. Here we are, you know?"

"Here we are," they agree, a bit distractedly. They pecked at the computer a little longer, apparently thinking as they suddenly turn back to you. "I can help you move those boxes. I-if you'd like I mean."

"Oh?" You pause, thinking. "Oh, uh. Sure! If you're sure that is. I --- yeah, it'd be really helpful, but you don't have to. You signed up for the computer and oh fuck, I've just started spilling my guts out to you."

They flinch when you curse, muttering something in the middle of your rambling before holding up one gloved (gloves indoors?) hand. "It's all right. We, I, like to help. Just point us in the right direction."

"Okay," you saw, drawing the word out until it's more a sound than a word. "You can help this time. But I'm going to have to do something in return."

"That's not really---"

"Nuh uh," you interrupt, wagging a finger (from the unbruised hand), in front of their face. "Fair's fair, and if you're helping me, I'm helping you. Consider this a rain check."

"Fine," they say, turning to log out of the computer. When they stand, you feel very, very small. "Lead the way, Mx. Librarian."

"That's Librarian Clerk to you," you say, a little teasingly. You do take point, walking through the library to where you and Gretchen had packed away the Halloween decorations. "And what do I call you?"

"Sun," they say, and they take the first of three boxes without so much as a grunt of exertion. Tall and strong. If you were a lesser person, you would be jealous. Maybe you are anyway.

"Sun," you repeat, and it's an unusual name for this unusual not-quite-a-stranger. You lead them towards the back, fiddling with your keys to find the one for the storage closet. "It's very nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too."

#human disguise au #dca #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant

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anniebear-92 · 9 months

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Afterlife

Part Three - He's Back

Summary: Bakugo discovers he's no longer alone. His new, good looking roommate is the first person to see him in a long time and now she's ignoring him! Or is she? Also she gets another case and finally has some fun.

Warnings: Mentions of death, death of an animal, adult jokes and cursing.

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Katsuki Bakugo tried everything over the next few days to get his new roommate to see him. He tried throwing things, jumping out from behind doors, walls and closets. Screaming until he thought his lungs would burst, doing anything really to make her glance, flinch or something at all that indicated she truly saw him.

He took note of her habits during this time, what she liked to eat in the morning, dressing styles, nightly routine and right now her biggest habit he observed? Not sleeping.

She spent all hours of the night on her phone, reading, scrolling social medias or watching some new show. He had taken to watching said show with her on the couch, even if she had no idea there was company.

Bored out of his noggin' he nosed into the other rooms, finding a bed in his parent's old space. Inside the closets were men's clothing and other belongings that indicate there should be more than just the girl living here. Even so, she was the only person he saw come or go... when she did go out. She spoke on the phone with others only briefly and on the few adventures out of the house were brief. She seemed to have an aversion to human interaction simliar to him.

He curled into the side of the couch, back hanging over the arm rest as he groaned in frustration. Currently she was on the phone with a man named "Toshi," asking him how his mission was going.

Katsuki leaned up while placing his chin into his palm to contemplate what else he could try catching her attention with. She had been here a full week (that he had been awake for) and nothing seemed to work, he was past frustrated, sliding into livid.

"You really need to get some sleep." The male's deep voice cut through his thoughts from the phone sitting on the table. She had placed the device on speaker so she could be free to eat her dinner as she spoke. "Yeah I know." Her voice grumbled in response.

The bags under her eyes did not do her justice, she looked like absolute shit who needed a nap immediately. At most during the week he could only count a few hours if not minutes where she had nodded off.

"I can tell you're in one of your funks. Not sleeping, binging your latest show and texting me non stop." She placed her empty plate beside her and leaned into a pillow with a deep noise of annoyance.

"How do you always know this shit when you're not even here? It's like you never left!"

He snorted while continuing, "We've been friends and roommates long enough for me to know your habits F/N."

Katsuki's ears perked up at the use of your name. He had not been able to figure out what you were called as of yet, no real mail had come to the house for him to snoop into. It had a nice ring to it though.

"So in conclusion, get some damn sleep. Denki and I will be back home in a couple weeks, our mission is going really smoothly. If we're lucky we'll be home in the next couple weeks at most with the culprit behind bars."

She hummed in affirmation and gave a false promise to get some rest. "Be safe and tell Denks too okay?"

Denki? Denki Kaminari? Katsuki's head tilted in interest now at his old classmate's name, if he also put two and two together to make sense. Toshi, would be Hitoshi Shinso, purple haired, sleep deprived Aizawa clone from UA.

After the call concluded you placed the phone away from you and did not heed his words in the least. Resuming your show and forgoing bedtime that evening as well.

The next morning Katsuki hatched a plan. He was going to practice interacting with things so he could build up his strength and hopefully show her he was there.

In a stare down with the soulless, dark eyes of a stuffed dog toy, he chewed his lip. "You're going against the wall wither or not you like it creature!"

He reached forward, hand slipping right through the damn animal's smiling face. With a grunt he tried once again to yield the same result. "Fucking, come on!" He growled, continuing to waive his hand through the dog.

"It's a fucking toy!" He roared in frustration, his palm shooting forward out of habit to use his quirk that had always been there.

The toy slammed against the wall and his eyes widened with surprise as a gasp escaped his chest. "I did it." He mumbled triumphantly.

He looked around for you only to find you picking the toy up and giving it an apology. "Sorry buddy, didn't mean to hit you with that closet door."

Dammit, he'd have to try harder.

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Your phone rang in the wee hours of the morning, making you shoot up at the shrill noise. Having finally nodded off for the first time in a couple days and someone had to go and ruin that. Fucking people.

Should've taken Toshi's advice and gotten a good night's rest a few days ago. However as predicted that little girl seemed to haunt her dreams every time your eyes closed.

On top of that a chill had almost constantly been running up your spine, indicating the proximity of a spirit. Though not one glance, from the corner of your eye or any noises out of place since you had seen the man near the fridge.

Finally answering the phone that was most likely on it's last ring, you cleared your throat. "Inspector what can I do for you at... five thirty am?"

Rubbing your sleepy eye you heard a small chuckle on the other line. "My apologies did I wake you Phantom?"

You rolled your eyes while leaning into the pillow that had been your cradle just a few moments ago. When he didn't get a response he continued, "I have a case opportunity for you, should you be interested."

A yawn was his initial response, "Clearly if you're calling me, I would assume you're not calling me for a date."

He could be hear coughing and choking on most likely a sip of coffee or bite of breakfast while you waited. "I was drinking coffee, that wasn't fair."

Bingo.

You shook your head with an affectionate smile on your lips, knowing damn well the inspector was happily married to another office he had met a few years prior.

"Well what's this case?"

He sighed while the sound of shuffling on the other side indicated he was cleaning up a mess or looking through files before he continued. "A man who was recently put in jail for a string of murders is declining to lead us to where he buried his victims. We we're in the hopes you could help us locate them by contact or persuasion."

Another yawn wracked your chest as you contemplated responding. "Anything else you got for me? Preferably not as gruesome? I am gonna be honest here Inspector I haven't gotten much sleep since we saw each other last over the previous case we just finished. I don't think I could deal with something like that right now or channel anyone properly. After some good sleep? Yeah, maybe. Right now? No."

He shuffled some more papers before offering another solution. "I do have a request from a hero agency that asked for you personally. It's a team up with Cellophane and Pinky. They need your help finding a lost cat."

You scratched your nose for a minute while pondering if you heard him right. "A cat. Find a lost cat?"

He affirmed as you scoffed, "How is that a job for me?" He chuckled in response and continued with clear amusement in his voice.

"The request is mostly to help confirm if the cat is among the living or not. Call came in from the owner's son who insists the cat has passed on, but his father is denying and stating the cat has ran away which has happened from time to time apparently. Son claims the cat got sick and was buried a few days ago."

You hummed while cocking a brow, "What are the heroes for then? Surly I could do this by myself?"

"They asked specifically for them I guess, something about helping find it the last time they ran away. Refused anyone else to come out when their agency agreed. They've been having some free time and were more than happy to join up with you."

Pinching the bridge of your nose and contemplating all your life's decisions at this point that led to finding a ghost cat. "All I have to do is fine the cat... right?"

He affirmed and you agreed reluctantly to meet up with the Heroes in a bit. Hanging up the phone after getting the details you fell back into the bed with a groan of frustration. You were too tired to be chasing a cat but rent and utilities do not pay themselves. This case should be a cakewalk.

This was not a cakewalk, it was Bullshit.

Meeting up with Cellophane and Pinky who had greeted you with major enthusiasm. It was not the first time you had worked with them and they were honestly one of your favorite heroes to chat with on the job. They had both gladly shown you their new prototype glasses that had come from Hatsume inc, supposedly geared to pick up signatures from those who had passed on.

In theory, they could see the cat just like you could. You was mostly here for confirmation and also because unlike everyone there, you could actually see the cat and interact with it. Though according to Cellophane, Mei was currently in works on gloves to go with the glasses, but those were still in beta testing phases and not for hero use quite yet.

The son had thanked us for coming out and explained his father's insistence the cat was alive and well, just missing somewhere out in the world. He gave a brief description as a tiger stripped tabby with slight orange markings on her cheeks. Pictures he had showed a rather hearty feline glaring at the camera. Her name was Snickers due to her multi-coloring and that's when he dropped the bomb on us.

The cat had a quirk.

The cat, had a fucking. Quirk.

One that would allow it to teleport short distances, which was serving to piss off my fellow heroes and myself rather quickly. "She enjoyed a good game of tag when she was alive." The son had said.

You had spotted the lazy cat lounging in a tree during the discussions and took it as an opportunity to prove that the glasses worked. Pointing in a general direction you told the heroes to tell you where the cat was, both of them spoke immediately "in the tree."

Well way to go Hatsume, the glasses work!

Now as you all attempted to catch the wascally wabbit, you had narrowly grabbed the cat several times. She would pop a few inches just outside your reach and run away at the last possible second. The chase had been going on for several hours at this point, nearing dinner time promptly as you continued your search.

"Target was spotted in the back yard by the large elm tree."

The pink skinned female's voice cut into your ear piece.

"Hey guys, do you remember that ninja anime from when we were kids? This reminds me of that mission they took with the missing ca-"

"Cellophone, I have had this cat jump out of my hands for the last few hours. Have your ninja fantasy another time."

Pinky's laughter was so loud it rang throughout the entire property and through the ear piece. Once she calmed down a bit she spoke with a wobbly voice threatening to turn back into giggles. "I'm telling Kirishima that Phantom scolded you when we all go out tonight!"

He groaned and grumbled something on the other side when you found the cat once again in your sights.

Giving a reassuring smile to the animal and giving a soft "Pspspsp" with your lips in the attempts to coax the female closer. "Snickers... come here baby girl." Your soft coos fell on deaf ears as Cellophane hung upside down from a tree branch like some off brand Spiderman.

"Go slow." He offered with a wide smile, gritting your own teeth in avoid snapping at the hero once again. Like you didn't know the cat would bolt again if spooked?

The cat's large green eyes lazed over to the both of you, watching her pupil's dilating quickly in excitement before bolting just as your fingers grazed fur.

"MOTHER FU-"

Your snarls of frustration were cut short as tape shot past your face with such speed, quickly gaining on the retreating feline. In a last ditch effort you reached out and your fingers grazed the tape, weaving some spiritual energy into the material just as it finally reached the cat in time.

The Tape wound around the cat and brought it to the ground as you shouted in victory. You hadn't really been sure if that would even work but you were damn glad it did! Ripping the tape from it's source you wrapped it up to slowly approach the struggling fluff.

"Whoa little one, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you... let me get this off of you."

Unwrapping the tape slowly once the cat was secured in your arms. Cellophane jogged over with a ear to ear grin on his face. "Damn! I didn't know if that would even work! I used one of my less sticky tapes so it didn't hurt her but wow!"

You shot him a grin while running a hand over the soft ears. "I didn't either to be honest, I threw some of my quirk energy into it and it somehow turned it into ghost capture tape."

A large palm came down on top of your head affectionately, you flinched back as his expression dropped. "Shit, I'm sorry I forgot..." He stammered an apology as you waived your free hand.

"Don't worry, no harm done." He gave a apologetic smile before his dark eyes fell on the cat. "Wow, I can see it clearly now. The goggles just give me a shape without definition. I knew it was a cat, but that was about it."

He ran a large hand through the cat's soft ears as a low purring rumbled against your arms that cradled her. "Your quirk is pretty damn cool!"

You felt heat rising into your cheeks as those eyes met yours, Pinky's voice cutting through when she finally joined us. "Thanks for letting me know you got her!"

Shooting her a sheepish look, the three of you returned to the front yard where the owner sat in a lawn chair in wait. He jumped from his seat upon seeing the familiar sight in your arms.

"Snickers! Wow you really did find her!" He grinned before popping inside quick enough to bring out his father whose eyes lit up like a firework display.

"See! I told you she was alright! She was just playing hide and seek again!" His affectionately snapped as his son who rolled his eyes without a word. The father stepped forward and attempted to take the cat from your arms with some thanks. You however stepped back just before his hands could touch you or her.

"Sir, there are some things we need to discuss regarding this cat."

He frowned deeply before his face turned into anger. "Listen, I appreciate what you did but I'd like my cat back now. She's been missing for days and I'm not paying you any extra for how long it took to catch her."

Cocking a brow at his audacity, Cellophane stepped forward and placed his hand on the father's shoulder to indicate his words were not acceptable.

"Sir, my colleague has some things you need to hear. They may be difficult but please listen, she's a smart cookie."

He winked at you and you cleared your throat to avoid the heat in your cheeks once again. You quickly explained how your quirk works, that if you were to let the cat go, no one would be able to see or hear it but yourself. Not only were you not going to chase it again, but it was no longer able to go home.

The man's face twisted into confusion and his arguments lasted for several minutes before you had enough.

"I am going to tell you this one last time as kindly as I can sir... " You leaned forward so he could get a good look at your expression, "The cat has passed on. It got sick and passed on according to your son, My quirk is the only thing keeping it on this plane of existence right now. I cannot simply give you the cat because it is Dead. If I let go she will run away and I will not catch it again. So if you are willing I can help her pass on to a peaceful place, otherwise I'm going to drop it and you will not get your chance for goodbyes. Now what would you like to do?"

He stood stunned at your bluntness, eyes dropping to his beloved animal snoozing in your arms. "I do apologize for being brash but apparently our kind words were not enough."

He nodded slowly before reaching out to brush his fingers along the soft fur. "I am sorry too... I raised her from birth you know? I didn't want to believe she was really gone."

He exhaled a long breath before nodding, you placed the cat into his arms while keeping a finger touching her at all times so she did not slip through is arms. After the son and father gave her some proper love and goodbyes, a woman in formal wear stepped up beside you. She gave you a quick nod and you returned the slightest in kind to indicate you had seen her.

"Sir, the cat is ready to go now."

He chewed his lip before giving her one final goodbye, the animal happily leaped from their arms into that of the waiting reaper's. They ran their hand over her soft fur while she let out a few meows in response.

"Let them know she thanks them for her years here with them and all the love they shared. She is ready to go home."

Nodding slightly the woman turned and faded from sight. It was one thing they could do you couldn't, speak to animals. Languages were still a barrier regardless of death or not, if you didn't speak it there was no understanding. Some reapers focused on animal deaths and could communicate properly in order to do their work.

You relayed the reaper's message without mentioning the smartly dressed woman, tears pricked the eyes of both men as they gave their thanks.

Ready to avoid more tears you returned to the police station with the heroes to report the mission a success. The inspector once again indicated a trip to my favorite woman's desk was in order as I exited his office.

"Hey Phantom! Do you want to come out with us tonight?" The pink hero stepped forward before you could pass, attempting to latch onto your arm. Her dark haired friend stopped her before she could with a stern glance.

"Mina we talked about this, personal boundaries."

She gave you a shameful look while chuckling. "Sorry something I never grew out of."

You gave her a small grin while removing your costume's mask.

"It's alright, at least you acknowledge it. Some people do it anyway just to push my buttons and it gets really uncomfortable."

She smiled and quickly elbowed her taller friend in the side. Not so whispering to him "Get her to come with!"

He shot her a warning glance before turning his attention on you. "Phantom.."

You told him to call you by your name since it was now past hero hours. Phantom clocked out the second you got paid.

The tips of his ears turned a dusted pink as he shuffled his feet, placing his helmet under his well toned arm. "Then, Hanta Sero at your service. I don't think I gave you my name in our past dealings."

Mina squealed softly as she watched her friend smile brightly at the pretty girl. Her ship may sail yet!

"Sure Sero, though I don't know about going out tonight. I'm running on low sleep here." You gave a nervous chuckle when the pink hero's face dropped. No! Her ship cannot sink!

"Oh come on! You have to join us! Any time we work with our friends they ask about you! They'd love to see you outside of work!" Her large dark surrounded eyes turned pleading as Hanta adjusted his helmet.

"Kirishima did ask about you recently when I said we were teaming up today." The taller of the two scratched at his cheek gently.

"Kirishima, as in Red Riot?" You tilted your head, only remembering one insistence of working with the hero.

Mina nodded her head enthusiastically "Yeah! He asked how you were doing since Kaminari had mentioned he was moving in with you and Shinso! He's on a mission currently so you'd fit right into his slot!" She pouted while clasping her fingers together in a prayer you'd concede.

With a heavy sigh you looked over both of their pleading faces.

"Only one or two drinks and then I'm going home." You mumbled to their delight.

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It ended up being not the one or two drinks you had originally promised.

After returning home quick to change and freshen up, you met the duo at the address Ashido had texted you upon finally securing your number. Inside the small bar you found the two sitting with a burly red head, who took up the entire chair and then some with his large body.

The bubblegum haired female waived furiously until you weaved through the tables to join them. "Hey L/N! How are you?" The golden retriever energy radiated off of the large hero even at a distance while shooting you the biggest sharp tooth smile.

Exchanging greetings you noticed some fresh faces along with the ones you had already seen today.

"Ah let me introduce you, I'm sorry if you've already met it's not manly to be a bad host!" He waived his hand towards the others, "This is Shoto Todoroki, or Shoto as he likes to be called on the field. Beside him is the number two hero Deku, Izuku Midoriya."

You waived at them both, only having met the dual haired male one other time. He however had apparently not remembered meeting you, when he stuck out his hand for a shake. "Pleasure to meet you."

You cleared your throat before giving him a soft smile. "Likewise Todoroki, though I'm going to decline your greeting."

He raised a confused brow on his stoic face as Izuku leaned over to whisper quickly in his ear. Todoroki's fingers curled in on his hand as he returned it to his lap with a quick apology. Taking the seat next to Kirishima you were slid a drink.

With all your seniors around you, they quickly got into loud conversations that turned to laughter. You actually found yourself laughing along with much needed stress relief. They quickly convinced you that one drink was not enough, it soon became two... then three.. then enough that you lost count.

Though it was enough to get you on stage for a bad rendition of "Barbie Girl" With Mina, the boys cheering you both on with vigor, drinks spilling as they swayed along.

You both then cheered on the guys as Midoriya and Kirishima chose to arm wrestle, Todoroki facilitating it since he declined to go against the winner. Especially when the two of them smashed the table to bits under their combined strength, leading to them bowing before the owner and offering to pay for the damages. This was the most passive aggressive argument you had ever witnessed.

"Just let me pay for it Midoriya, I suggested the arm wrestling."

"No, no I can pay for it. I accidentally used a little of my quirk so it's really my fault Kirishima."

"Just both of you split it already!" Mina howled in annoyance before downing the last of her drink and calling for another in the same breath.

Due to your lack of drinking experience you swayed while waiting on the group to deliberate on how to get you home. You had drove but there was absolutely zero way you were going to be allowed behind the wheel.

The one with the most sober mind had turned out to be Todoroki who was not much of a drinker himself, offered to drive you home and he would call a car from his agency to get him home afterwards. Midoriya had been offering to take you home like the nice guy he was, but a fiancé to get home to. That and he was almost just as intoxicated as you, he would most likely end up being held up by you instead of him taking care of you.

Todoroki helped you into the car's passenger seat and made sure you were buckled in nice and snug. Humming all the while the song you sang with Mina while he tried to get your address from you. After several minutes he finally got the slurred answer from you and he made his way slowly towards your house.

You stumbled up the sidewalk, the hero's hands hovering without touching to respect your boundaries but also hover incase you took a tumble. He helped you into the house and into bed, made sure you were tucked in all snug as a bug before exiting the room. He returned once with a full glass of water and some headache medicine most likely from the bathroom in the hall.

You rambled to him how thankful you were and that he was a great guy.

"Think nothing of it. I am a hero and I am helping someone in need."

After all was said in done he saw himself out and made sure the door was locked before leaving in the car he had called on the way to your house.

You awoke with a snort, wiping away the drool that had accumulated during the best sleep you had gotten in awhile. Though you had toss and turned through the night from the alcohol, it had been a blissful few hours of blank dreams.

The sunlight cut into your eyes as you groaned and turned over to find the full glass of water and pills on the night stand. You thanked whoever was listening for good men in this world like the dual haired man who helped you home.

What a guy.

Popping the painkillers and downing the water like a flower starved, you set the glass down with a satisfied noise. Now that your mouth didn't feel like a bucket full of sand, you laid back down with your arm flopped over your eyes.

You let out a low groan at the rumbling stirring up trouble in your stomach. Which was also simultaneously begging for the greasiest cheeseburger you could find.

"Fuck me I only said one drink!"

"Should've came home then dipshit instead of stumbling in here with fucking Icy Hot at two am."

Tossing your arm off of your face quickly and found yourself face to face with the angry vermillion eyes once again. A scream ripped from your throat as you threw yourself backwards and onto the bedroom floor.

"Oop good job dumbass... Wait." A head with messy ash blonde locks leaned over the side of the bed. "You fucking saw me!"

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rorimoon9597 · 2 months

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I have like, half an hour before I need to leave for work, and I wanted to share this AU I have.

Basically, Dick had a daughter at 15, though he didn't know until his daughter was 6 and he was 21. When he meets her, it's under unfortunate circumstances, and he easily agrees to take her in because what else would he do? Let his only child go into Gotham's foster care system that more often than not turned out to be human trafficking rings? Absolutely not.

So he ends up going back to Bludhaven with this 6 year old child he doesn't know anything about and gets to know her. Haley loves her, he loves her, she loves them, and it's great.

Her name is Roxy Grayson, and she's a lot like Dick was when he was nine. She lost a parent and was pulled away from what she knew, and into a new world. Naturally, he guides her through her grief and even has some pictures of her mom around so that she always has a piece of the woman with her.

Dick can't help but spoil his little girl, but he makes sure that she is still kind and has manners and doesn't get her things if she has a tantrum, only ignores her. Though, she hardly ever has a tantrum, only once or twice while she's still working through her grief.

And this is Birdflash, too. Wally's in the speedforce at this point, and Wally and Dick had been dating before Wally disappeared, so Dick was kinda depressed when he lost Wally. He's still depressed, but Roxy's his reason to get up every day, his reason to heal and come home uninjured after patrol.

Roxy asks about the red-haired man in the pictures. Dick smiles sadly and tells her about him. How he had loved him, how he'd died to save people, and how Wally had proposed a few weeks before his death. Roxy starts to refer to this man in the pictures as 'Dad' and the first time she does it, it makes Dick break down crying. Roxy's confused until he says that Wally would have absolutely adored Roxy.

Then Wally comes back, and Dick's breaking down crying in his arms. He introduces Wally to Roxy with teary eyes, and Roxy simply goes "hi, dad" and Wally's crying too. He immediately pulls her in for a hug and takes on the role that Roxy had given him, and he loves it.

Roxy looks like Dick, as if someone cloned him but made the clone female. Her facial shape is all her mother though, so is her quick wit and sarcasm. As she grows into a teenager and an adult, she proves that she's her mother's daughter, but also her father's daughter.

Then there's Lydia.

She was an experiment, like Conner. She was to see if people could take DNA from two people of the same gender and combine it to create a unique individual with the opposite gender. Wally and Dick had been kidnapped and their DNA taken together, so it was only natural that their DNA was combined.

Meta genes messed with the experiments, so when they found out about Wally's meta genes (they didn't look into what it did, they wanted to see if they could create a daughter out of Wally and Dick's DNA) they took out the meta genes. This experiment, unlike all of the other ones, succeeded, and they kept Lydia with them.

She was only 2 months old when YJ busted the operation and took Lydia with them to find her parents.

Tim became protective of her when he realised that she was technically his niece.

He took Lydia (who was unnamed at that point in time) and the files that were kept on her to Dick and Wally. He explained everything to the couple, and they instantly decided that Lydia was theirs. Roxy met her too, and refused to let her little sister go anywhere else.

By the end of the week, Lydia Grayson-West was officially in the government's legal system thanks to Diana, Clark and Bruce, who all met her and fell in love with her just like they had with Roxy.

Lydia looks like Wally, with his freckles and red hair and green eyes, but she's more Dick personality wise than anything else. She's smart, like both of her parents, and as she grows older they discover that she has a love for gymnastics like Dick and Roxy did.

Roxy loves Lydia, and Lydia loves Roxy. They would hang out with Kori who was basically their aunt and they would have girls nights and Roxy would always give Lydia a piggyback ride if she asked.

They're a happy little family, and nothing could change that.

#dick grayson #wally west #nightwing #kid flash #birdflash #birdflash children #ocs #these girls are precious to me

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dickarchivist · 6 months

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Hiya! Can I make a Grave Squad fic request with a couple of prompts from the prompts list by @novelbear? It doesn't matter which clone is doing what for the first prompt (it's a first kiss prompt, but it could be anything--Phantom getting a massage, blaster lesson with Specter, medic patching up Wraith, whatever), and even though we know who would probably be taking the picture in the second prompt, that could be anyone too!

-feeling each other instantly relax as they both get instantly comfortable

-their hearts stopping when they hear smeone's camera click (a friend catching them in the act) ----------

https://www.tumblr.com/novelbear/730298854132629504/no-time-will-be-better-prompts-for-that-first?source=share&ref=_tumblr

Dream Walking

Clone oc Wraith x gn!Reader (civilian, implied force sensitive)

Word Count: 2613

Prompt: First Kiss prompts: feeling each other instantly relax as they both get instantly comfortable

Rating: T, nothing naughty but it's a got angst, Minors dni as always 🔞

Contents and Warnings: injuries (nothing super graphic) coming back from a mission, hurt/comfort and fussing, cuties bein cute

Summary: Wraith won't wake up after an attack by Separatists on a relief mission. Not one to give up on his boys, Jedi General Dax'Malkin Valka sends you in to see what’s keeping Wraith from waking.

Author's Notes: Wraith is such a nervous lil guy, always wants to do good by everyone else, he's never going to notice when someone takes interest in him romantically unless they spell it out for him. Then he'll check their spelling.

Thank you @eclec-tech for this prompt, and for waiting so patiently!! I hope you enjoy it ♡♡♡

"Ah- Athena, did you have a nightmare? Come on vod'ika, you can sleep here with me."

"SPECTER DO NOT- THAT'S YOUR PAINT CUP!!"

*Banshee you're going to catch a cold, put your shirt back on.*

"Ghost, we're all eating. Sit down, eat with us."

"Phantom I'm not giving you a plaster for your cheek. No I don't care that you were slapped, you probably deserved it... ugh, do you want regular medtape or one of Athena's flower patches?"

"General Valka, if you keep sleeping in the pilot chair, you'll ruin your back. At least let up put up a hammock for you."

You've been around the 404th long enough to know that Wraith is essentially their mother. He frets and worries about them more than you've seen any other clone do. And soo self sacrificing, working those long hours even when he doesn't have to, or specifically told not to. You'd been volunteering time with the GAR as nurse assistant, not knowing how to truly patch someone up, but enough know how to stabilize someone until a real medic got there.

You'd been stationed with the 404th on a relief mission to help provide support to a small moon that had been caught in the crossfire of a nasty battle. The Republic had come out victorious this time, but the citizens had seen better days. As you walked through the relief tent, checking on sleeping soldiers and locals, you catch a glimpse of the familiar spiked back of General Dax'Malkin. As you make your way over to the General, your chest starts to tighten with anxiety at the sight of the helmet beside him.

Pristine white, lovingly painted with a single stripe of flowers. Wraith.

You were used to seeing his brothers in the medbay, but not him. Not in a bed like this. Wraith was brought in by his general, the Zebrak hadn't left his side at all since getting there despite both of them looking battle worn. Dax'Malkin had his share of injuries, but nothing as bad as Wraith.

Your throat is dry, hands shaking as you kneel down and check the bandages that covered the stump of his knee. He'll be needing a prosthetic, and if it were any other battalion you'd worry about them simply throwing him away, but you're comforted knowing that General Valka wouldn't let them do that. He'd get Wraith the care he needs.

You hear Dax'Malkin grunt, his eyes finally focusing on you, "He's stable, should have awoken by now."

"And his brothers?" You finally choke out. You can tell with proper care, Wraith will recover, but you don't see the rest of Grave, and know that Wraith wouldn't survive losing them.

"Safe. Alive. Helping others," The jedi growls, holding his side, with a wince. He chuckles at the pain in his ribs, blue eyes dancing in the low lights strung about the med tent. They look hungry, angry. A dance of violence, "The Separatists got lucky this time. The others weren't at the initial blast, Wraith wasn't as fortunate. "

Your heart sinks into your stomach, "Why... why is Wraith not waking up?"

"That's what I need you to figure out."

Before you can question any further, Dax's hand shoots out and touches to your forehead. The next thing you know, you're in an impossibly vast ocean. You're standing on a rain soaked tarmac, waves crashing on all sides, but amidst the storm, you hear splashing footsteps and laughing.

Five little boys run passed you, and at first you don't recognize them, but then you hear one speak, "Guys! You'll slip if you're not careful! Please, let's go back, at least to put some shoes on!"

Wraith. He's so little, smaller than the others. Missing a tooth, bandaid over his nose. He sniffles, tears welling in his big eyes, "Don't get hurt, please!"

The leader, Ghost, you think, stops running and turns around, "1789! Come on, we have to get back before Nal Tsuba figures out we aren't in our bunks! You have to hurry!"

"Yeah, come on 1789! Hurry up, we don't-" the blond with the scowl, Specter you think, slips just like little Wraith predicted. You run forward to try and catch him, but he slips through your form, falling toward the churning sea below. "1313!!"

Little Ghost freezes, watching his brother fall. Before the others can move, Wraith does. He dives in after Specter without a second thought, launching his tiny frame over the rails to catch Specter. You hold your breath, close you eyes, and wait for a splash... but it never comes. Your eyes peek open, and then you see it, his little foot between the bars of the rail. "1666! 1404! 1313! A little help!?"

The three others finally snap out of their shock, pulling the other two up. Young Specter is clinging to Wraith as they're pulled up, big scared eyes as his fists are balled in Wraith's cadet uniform. Wraith hasn't set his foot down yet, supporting himself and Specter on one foot. You know the look of it, and can tell his ankle is broken from here, yet the smallest clone there still keeps soothing his rattled but otherwise unharmed brother.

Once they're all on the right side of the rail, Wraith smacks each of their shoulders hard, including Specter once he's calmed enough to let go. Wraith throws a tiny tantrum, hopping on one foot, his tears invisible in the rain but not his voice, "Jerks! Do you have any idea how stupid this is!? 1551 nearly DIED!! Why are we even out here, why'd we sneak away!?"

The four boys around him are quiet, before crowding him in a group hug, holding his shaking frame. The one with shaggy hair, you think this one's Phantom, sets his head on Wraith's "We wanted you to see the green flash... you never sneak out with us, and last time we did, we saw it. 1666 said it looked like your eye, we thought you'd like it."

The biggest, another blond, he signs, and you know right away this one's Banshee. His hands are too obscured for you to see, but Wraith nods at him, and Banshee turns around in front of him, then crouches.

"I broke my ankle saving Specter..." you jump, giving a small yip, and the Wraith you know is beside you, chuckling, his eyes sad as he watches the small boys tut along in the downpour, "We didn't even see the flash they were talking about, I've never seen it. Nal Tsuba was waiting for us when we got back inside, she was so angry..."

The dream turns, and you're in the painted walls of The Crypt. It's empty in there, save for you and Wraith. He moves silently toward his little bunk, a bottom bunk, right across from the one you know is Athena's. He lays down in the soft bed, quiet, before looking over at you, "So, how long's left?"

"How long for what?"

"Of my life. I'm hurt, I know that much. General Valka was trying to help me when I lost consciousness, my mind's been treating me to the tragedy that is my worried existence, and now you're here. My biggest regret." He smiles so lovingly when he says that, and for just a second, you want to slap him so hard he wakes, just so you can slap him again.

"I never told you how I feel. So many times, stars, I couldn't even touch your hand without jumping away. You and your endless patience with me, I must have been so annoying... you always smiled at me, accommodated my nerves, relaxed me like no one else could, not even my brothers..." He lays back with a sigh, that awful self loathing smile on his face, "Now I'll never get to tell you."

"Stop talking like that," you move forward, careful not to spook him, and get town on your knees beside his bunk. You yip again when he grabs you, pulling you into the close quarters with him. He'd never be that bold if he were awake, "Wraith-"

"The name fits, doesn't it? Wraith, an insubstantial person."

"Stop it..."

"Do you think, if I'd told you, we could have been happy together?-"

"Wraith-"

"Of course if you answer, it's just my dying brain telling me what I want to hear, so-"

"Knock it off!"

"It'll probably tell me the truth, actually, that it would have done nothing, because you don't feel the same wa-"

You slap him. His mix matched eyes look up at you in shock, blush joining the red mark on his cheek. "How did that hurt..."

"Because I'm here you dummy!" You sit up on his lap, your hands balled up in his blacks against his chest, "General Valka grabbed my face and put me in wherever you are! Now wake up! Right now Wraith!"

Wraith squirms under you, much like he has every other time you've so much as brushed your shoulder on his by accident. His eyes prick with tears, "You're not- you can't be here, why are you here? Please be a figment. You don't know I said that stuff. Get out of my dying brain, I'm not taking you with me!"

You pin him down by the shoulders, then give him a small shake before your hands move to his face, "You're not dying, you're just stuck! Now by the force I swear, if you don't wake up I'm going to shave your head bald."

"But you like my hair!" Wraith's hands go protectively into the thick curls on his head, pushing them away from you, "Don't you dare!"

"Then wake up!"

You gasp loudly, falling onto the hospital floor. Your stomach does a flip, and you find yours looking up at General Valka's tired face. "Well?"

"It's... what... HOW!?"

"Dream walking. What's wrong with my boy?" Dax'Malkin offers you absolutely zero explanation, like every other jedi, but at least it wasn't cryptic, just vague.

Once you get your legs under you, it doesn't take long for your hands to find Wraith's face. You set your forehead to his, "He's just stuck... can you put me back in? I can't leave him like-- G-General Valka?"

When you hear the sound of a soft snore so close by, you turn to look at Dax'Malkin, and can't help but chuckle a little. He'd fallen asleep, his arms folded neatly, head back and mouth hanging open. You shake your head, then look back down to Wraith... his vitals were good, his wounds tended, why wasn't he waking up?

You take a deep breath and get into the cot with Wraith, your arms curling around him, your head on his chest. Breathing is normal, heartbeat steady, "What's got you trapped in that pretty head of yours, Wraith..."

You touch your forehead, thinking about how it felt when General Valka had done it. Warm, quiet, safe. You wiggle your way up a little, then press your foreheads together, taking a few deep breaths and focusing on Wraith.

You're back on The Crypt with Wraith, who's reliving is in another memory. Athena's sitting in his lap the two of them watching stars on the view deck. "Which one is that one vod'ika?"

"It's uh... we're above Lothal, so... Oh! The Twin Wolves!" Athena grins brightly, then points to another constellation, "That one, Ori'vod."

"Aaah... Trash Cat?" Wraith laughs with Athena, his eyes barely open as he watches Athena roll out of his lap and onto the floor with the force of her laughter, "I don't know! We- ha- we didn't have to learn the constellations passed navigation! None of the fun stuff like Buir Dax teaches you!"

"Fine, no more stars, teach me some more Mando'a. What's Buir?" Athens beams up at Wraith, who's blushing hard, "C'mon, is it a swear?"

"No!" Wraith laughs again, then gets down on the deck with Athena, looking up to the stars with her again, "No, it's not a swear... it's a title, a very important one. You know vod, yeah? Sibling. Ori'vod, big sibling. Vod'ika, little sibling," He kisses her head when he says the last one, "Buir is... parent."

"You guys call Master Dax... dad?"

There's a small pause, and you can see the apprehension in Wraith's body, the whole of him going stiff with a held breath before he lets it out, "We do. He... treats us like people. But it's more than that, he-" Wraith stops a second, wiping his eyes, "Buir Dax treats us like we matter."

Athena wraps Wraith in a full body hug, her arms around his chest and legs locked around his waist as she curls into his side. His arm going around her, as he covers his face with one hand. It's unspoken, but even just seeing it, you understand Athena is telling him they matter to her too.

"That was a few nights ago... she's so smart, you know? Always wants to learn something, always wants to help... you'll look after her for me, right?" You feel Wraith's hand in yours, as you turn your head the memory fades and you're left with him. Now's Wraith. "I know you're just a figment, but could you promise me anyway?"

"No. Wraith, you're alive, okay? I know you are, because I checked your vitals. You don't have that leg," you nudge his foot with yours, "But you're alive... General Valka made sure of that. So just... wake up. Please? Wake up for her, for him, for your brothers, just--wake up!"

He chuckles a little, his shoulders drooping, "If I don't have a leg, I'll just slow them down... they'll decommission me, likely. Why wake up when I could stay here with you?"

"Because I'm out there, and so are you! Because I won't let them take you away from me! Because I love you, you- you- ugh! I love you, you nervous wreck of a man! Now wake the hell up!" You push him a little, your fingers locking up around his scrubs as you haul him back to cling to him.

As tears spill over, you bury your face into his neck, "Please... I need you to wake up."

You feel his hands on your back, warm and solid, and when you open your eyes, you're in the med tent, General Valka still snoring. But not Wraith.

He looks into your eyes, his own mix matched wide and full of apprehension. "Is this still a d-" You don't let him finish.

You surge forward, kissing him hard, teeth knocking together a moment before you pull back a little and settle against his lips. He's stiff at first, but very soon you're melting into each other, his hands holding you to him.

"I mean it, you know. That I love you..."

"You did?" He smiles, eyes dreamy as he nuzzles into your embrace.

"I do, not did. I do mean it... and I'm not letting them decommission you." Your dreamy smiles only last a second before both of you tense.

"Oh, don't you worry Mesh'la, we aren't letting them decomm Ray either." As you turn your heads, you see Phantom, Banshee, Specter, Ghost, and Athena coming through the tent flap, "That was some kiss~"

"Tommy! Shut up!" Wraith squirms, trying to shield you, as if Phantom were a threat.

As the brothers laugh and crowd, happy to see Wraith awake, Athena kneels down beside you. She takes your and in both of hers, smiling softly, "Thanks for getting my brother back."

You give her hands a soft squeeze, smiling right back at her, blush still painting your cheeks, "Thanks for sharing him."

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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Ohhhhh so I have an idea for ....

Forget-me-not and narcissus

You throw yourself in the way to save (clone of your choice), and he gets super angry at you for doing that because he's loved you forever. You both have but never admitted it ...

You can go from there. Love oo

I Don't Want To Forget

Summary: You are a civilian employee on the Resolute and you're a little bit accident prone, which is why you're shocked when General Skywalker wants you out on the battlefield one day. Luckily you have Kix looking out for you...unluckily, you get shot trying to save Kix's life.

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader

Word Count: 1720

Warnings: Reader is shot, and Kix yells

Prompts: Forget-me-not - Don't forget me, Narcissus - unrequited love

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I'm not so sure about this one. Apparently Kix is a weak spot, lol

“The only reason I’m agreeing to this-”

“-is because it’s not up to you and General Skywalker says that I have to be here?” You interrupt, a small smile on your lips as you look at Kix.

“This isn’t funny.” He hisses, “You have no business being on the battlefield at all.”

“I know, Kix. I’ll be careful, stay by you, and listen to orders. I promise.”

He sighs and rubs his hand over his head, “That doesn’t make this any better, cyare.” He rubs his head a couple more times, and then he steps closer to you, “This armor stays on until you’re back on this ship.”

“Got it.”

“I mean it, unless it needs to come off to save your life, it stays on.”

“Kix, I understand. Really.”

He sighs and starts helping you with the armor. It was specially made for you, which means it fits well, but since you aren’t a soldier, this is the first time you’re wearing it. Hence needing Kix’s help to actually put it on.

After a few minutes, he takes a step back, “There, done.”

You look down at yourself, and at the plain white armor, and then you look back at Kix, “I feel like a kid playing dress up.”

“Well, with luck, this will be the only time you have to wear it.” Kix replies, before he frowns and tugs on the collar of your armor, “It’s a bit too big on you. Have you lost weight?”

“...I’m not answering that.”

“That’s a yes then.” Kix tugs on your armor again, his frown increasing, “There’s not that much give, so you should be fine.” He grabs the helmet off the table next to him and hands it to you, “Put it on.”

“Woo. Helmets. Enclosed spaces. Right around my head.”

“It’s fine, you’ll hardly notice.”

“I’ve had nightmares like this before you know,” You say as you lift your helmet, squeeze your eyes shut, and then pull it on.

There’s quiet for a moment, and then a low chuckle, “You still have your eyes closed don’t you?”

“...maybe.”

“Go ahead and open them.”

You sigh and open your eyes, blinking up at Kix who’s standing a lot closer to you, and seems to be messing with something on your helmet.

“Alright. The helmet fits fine, how are you doing?”

“Uh…this might very well be the worst day of my life.”

“You’re being dramatic.” Kix replies warmly, he messes with something at your neck, “Do you think you’ll be able to work like this?”

“...yeah. Probably.”

“Alright.” Kix pulls his own helmet on, “Do you remember what you’re here to do?”

“Yeah. Get in, check the droid, download what information I can, and get back to the ship.”

“Exactly that.” He lightly raps his knuckles against your helmeted forehead, “There will be no heroics from you, do you understand?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. Then let's head out. Stay behind me.”

Half an hour later, Kix is carefully leading you through a downed starship, shot down by separatists, and you’re miles away from the rest of the battalion.

Which is a good thing, in this case. The rest of the 501st is fighting the droid army, while you and Kix remain unseen.

And you really meant to follow Kix’s orders.

Partly because a part of you thinks that if you follow Kix’s orders he might think of you more fondly and see you as more than just “that accident prone tech from maintenance”, but mostly because you’re very much not a soldier and having set orders to follow is making this a lot easier.

His order of “no heroics” is very easy to follow.

And you meant to follow it.

Right up until you saw a flash of gold out of the corner of your view screen. You turn slightly and see a beat old golden droid (it almost looked like an old HK unit, but that couldn’t be possible) taking aim at Kix.

And you just reacted.

You lurch forward and place your hands on his pack and push as hard as you can.

Kix stumbles forward, and a curse falls from his lips as he rounds on you, but then there’s a sharp pain in your head, and your helmet vision goes staticy, and there’s nothing.

Kix’s gaze is sharp as he keeps his eyes on his cyare.

It was dumb of her to push him out of the way. It was dumb of her to take a shot meant for him, but, at the same time, she saved his life. The blaster round would have gone through an opening in his armor and killed him instantly.

Because of her height, it hit her in the temple of her much thicker helmet.

He shouldn’t be angry.

He shouldn’t.

He should be grateful that she cares enough to save him.

But all he can think about is how his blood ran cold when she hit the ground. All he can remember is the sound her body made as she hit the ground. All he can remember is the panic that he felt when he thought that he saw her die right in front of him.

Tragically, he’s used to watching his brothers die in front of him.

It’s different for civilians.

It’s different for her.

It’s always been different for her.

He leans forward in his seat, and folds his hands in front of his mouth, his gaze lingering on her face. Aside from a massive bruise covering the side of her head, she looks fine.

There’s a low groan, and Kix’s head snaps up. “Cyare?”

Her eyes flutter open and she squints at him, “Kix?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” He stands and grabs his penlight from next to the bed, “How are you feeling?”

“M’ head hurts,”

“I’m not surprised. Do you remember what happened?”

Her gaze drifts to the side as she thinks, “...Did I trip over something?” She asks.

“No, sweetling, you didn’t.” Gently, very gently, he brushes some hair out of her face, and cups her cheek, “Can you try to remember what happened for me?”

She sighs and leans into his touch, her eyes closing as she tries to think.

Slowly, Kix rubs her cheek with his thumb, offering what comfort he could.

And then she sighs again and open her eyes, “I’m sorry, the last thing I remember is General Skywalker sending me a message saying that he needed to talk to me.”

“It’s okay.” Kix uses his free hand to squeeze her fingers, “I can tell you what happened. You were shot, sweetling.”

She blinks at him, twice, “I was shot? Me?”

“You pushed me out of the way and were shot in the temple,”

She blinks at him again, seemingly in disbelief, and then she nods slowly, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. At least you weren’t hurt.”

“At least I…” Kix stops and closes his eyes, “You disobeyed a direct order.” He says flatly, “I told you no heroics.”

“You can’t scold me for something I can’t remember, Kix. That’s not fair.” She says with a small frown.

“What were you thinking?” He hisses, “You could have been killed. If you helmet was any thinner-”

“I obviously wasn’t killed, and of course I reacted to save you. I probably did it without thinking!”

“That’s the problem! You weren’t thinking! You never think and you always get hurt!”

She wilts under his glare, and averts her gaze, “...sorry to be such a burden.” She says quietly, hurt clear in her voice. “Next time I’ll just treat myself-”

“That’s not what I meant.” Kix interrupts. “You are not, and have never been, a burden.”

She still doesn’t look at him, and Kix sighs.

He reaches out and gently tilts her head to look at him, “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

“S’okay. I’m sure I deserve it.”

“No.” Kix replies immediately, “You didn’t.” He pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts, “It bothers me, you know?”

She tilts her head curiously.

“The only time you come to see me is when you’re hurt.” Kix explains, “Every time I see you it’s because you tripped, or fell, or electrocuted yourself…or got shot, and I…hate it.” He says with a laugh, “I hate seeing you bruised or bleeding, and it’s the only time I see you.”

“...sorry-”

“Don’t…I am not blaming you. I’m,” He laughs again, “venting.” He absently traces your lower lip with his thumb, “I hate seeing you hurt. I wish you would just…come and see me because you want to see me, not because you have to.”

She’s quiet for a moment, “You always seem so annoyed whenever I am brought here with another injury. So I’ve been trying to be more careful, so maybe you’ll stop being annoyed with me. Guess I didn’t do the best job-”

“I love you.” Kix says, “I love you so much, and I know it’s not allowed and I tried so hard to forget about it, to forget about you, but I can’t. And you got shot for me-” He trails off, “Holy shit, you got shot for me.”

She blinks at him.

And Kix leans in and presses his forehead against hers, “I don’t want to forget you. I want…kriff…I want 2.5 kids and a house and a white picket fence, and I want to kiss you so bad that it hurts sometimes-”

He’s not able to finish his, slightly rambling, thoughts as she tilts her head back and catches his lips with her own.

Kix is so surprised that he doesn’t react right away, and then his hand tangles in her hair and he’s kissing her back like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted in his life.

And maybe it has.

When he breaks the kiss, slowly, grudgingly, he keeps his eyes closed, as if afraid that if he opens his eyes he’ll realize this is nothing more than a dream. But then her forehead is pressed against his, and his gaze locks with hers.

“So,” Kix murmurs, “That was…”

“I like you too,” She whispers, “But I’d prefer it if we waited a bit before we talk about those 2.5 kids.”

He laughs softly, “Deal.” He strokes her cheek gently, “I love you.”

A small, awed, smile crosses her lips, “I love you too.”

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dystopicjumpsuit · 3 months

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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 25

Leaning Together

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings and tags: some angst; SMUT; fingering; orgasm control; fluff.

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Summary: Rex and Cerra have a long-overdue conversation; some things come to an end, while others are only beginning.

A/N: This is the final chapter of Stars Beyond Number; however, this is not the end of their story! I have a sequel planned, but since I've now caught up to canon, I have to wait to start writing it until after The Bad Batch season 3 ends. In the interim, I will be publishing more fics in this shared continuity, including a one-shot prequel featuring Fives x Reader x Cerra, a multi-chapter Crosshair x OFC set between "The Solitary Clone" and "Truth and Consequences," and a multi-chapter post-Umbara Dogma x OFC fic.

This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings, "Double, Double Boil and Trouble" (part 2 here) and "Do It Again," but all the fics can be read as stand-alones.

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We are the hollow men…

Leaning together

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

Cerra had no idea how long she slept. It could have been a few hours or a few days, for all she knew. When she awoke, she was famished and parched. No telltale snores or rustles came from the other bunks, and as she sat up, she could just make out the empty beds in the darkness: she was alone in the barracks. She yawned and stretched, then went looking for her companions. Outside the barracks, the garage was dim and silent. She made her way quietly to the refresher, then wandered into the kitchenette.

Rex sat on a crate at the far end of the kitchen, studying a datapad, one foot propped up next to him as the other swung idly by the side of the crate. For a moment, in the faint light, he looked so much like Fives that Cerra nearly stumbled over her own feet. He glanced up and smiled, and the spell was broken.

“She lives.”

“For the moment,” she said with a tiny grin. “Anything good in the conservator?”

“Dex’s,” he replied. “Had to survive without Gregor somehow.”

Sounds like a nightmare, she reflected as she rummaged through the conservator until she found a few takeout boxes. Opening the first container, she wrinkled her nose.

“Acid-beet salad? I’m gone for a couple weeks, and you all fall to the Dark Side.”

“I’m just surprised there’s something in the galaxy you won’t eat,” Rex replied.

She grunted with disgust and tossed the container back into the conservator. Luckily, the rest of the takeout containers contained actual food, instead of crimes against sentients, and she settled onto the raggedy old sofa and dug into a cold bowl of spicy Gargon gumbo. The garage appeared to be empty aside from the two of them, which was just as well, since she had a feeling he wouldn’t want anyone to overhear what she was about to tell him.

“Where is everyone?” she asked around a bite.

“Scouting mission,” he replied. “Trying to chase down a lead on Omega.”

“Gregor told me what happened,” she said soberly. “Do we have a plan?”

“Workin’ on it.”

“What can I do to help?”

He smiled. “Start by getting healed up. We’ll know more when the boys get back.”

She hated not knowing what to do. She itched to act. But Rex was right; there was no point wasting energy and potentially drawing attention they didn’t need unless they had reliable intel. So she took another bite and pondered the best way to phrase her next sentence. After Hart’s departure, Rex had debriefed her about her experience with the ISB, but with the rest of the team also present, she hadn’t wanted to reveal such sensitive and dangerous information.

She cleared her throat. ��There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

Inhaling deeply, she began. “When Yularen was questioning me, he asked me about Ahsoka Tano.”

Rex froze, eyes wide. He didn’t respond, so Cerra forged ahead.

“They think she’s still alive. He said she had been on Raada when I was there. They thought I was working with her.”

Instead of the relief or excitement she expected to see on his face, a look of horror descended on his expression.

“She—she could still be alive,” she said. “I know you were close.”

“Cerra…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner, I just wanted to wait until I could talk to you alone.”

“Cerra—”

“We could find her. She could join us—we could protect her—”

“Cerra!” Rex cut her off emphatically. “Stop.”

She sat back, bewildered. “I thought you’d be happy to find out the kid was still alive.”

“I knew.”

She blinked. “What?”

“I knew Ahsoka survived,” Rex said in a deliberate tone that revealed he was weighing his choice of words with great care, “because I was with her.”

She stared at him uncomprehendingly, her brain utterly failing to process this new information.

“She’s the one who got my chip out,” he continued. “We escaped together. We were the only survivors of the Tribunal.”

Her mind whirled, and quite suddenly, she felt sick. A memory flashed in her mind:

“Raada?”

“It’s an agricultural moon,” Fireball said.

“I’m familiar,” Rex replied.

“You knew she was on Raada,” she whispered.

His jaw firmed. “I knew.”

“And you sent me in anyway?” she asked incredulously. “Without full intel? Knowing that I could be walking into—”

“I was trying to protect you,” he interrupted.

“Me? Or the Jedi?” she asked sharply.

“Both of you. I had no reason to expect you to run into her. It’s a whole kriffing moon!”

“She is the reason the Empire came after me in the first place!” Cerra said furiously. “I’m nobody! Do you really think they would have given a shit about a missing supply officer and a clone trooper if there hadn’t been a Jedi involved?”

“She was never supposed to be involved!” Rex exclaimed. “It was just bad luck.”

“Why the kark didn’t you tell me she’d survived?” she demanded.

“The same reason you waited until now to tell me Yularen mentioned her,” he snapped. “It’s dangerous to know too much. I was trying to keep you safe—all of you.”

“It’s dangerous to know too little, gods damn it!” She sprang up from her seat and began to pace. “What if something happens to you? How are we supposed to defend ourselves from a threat that we don’t even know exists?”

“I did what I had to do to protect the soldiers under my command,” he said, gritting his teeth.

“We’re not in the GAR any more, Rex. There is no command! There’s just US!”

“Maybe so,” he replied, “but if you think we’re not at war, you’re lying to yourself.”

His voice was even, but she’d known him long enough to tell from his short, sharp breaths that he was keeping his temper in check through sheer force of will. She forced her clenched fists to relax and took a long, deep breath before she replied.

“I. Know.” She ground out the words. “You think I don’t know? I just spent two weeks in their hands. So don’t kriffing talk to me like I don’t understand the stakes, Captain.”

“What do you want me to do?” he asked. “How would you suggest I proceed, Lieutenant?”

“You could start by trusting your team,” she replied.

He reared back as though she’d slapped him. “You think I don’t trust you?”

“What else haven’t you told me?” she demanded.

He hesitated.

“What else?” she pressed. “I know there’s more. You might as well tell me now; seems unlikely anything could be as sensitive as the location of a known Jedi fugitive.”

He glowered at her for a moment, but at last, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “There is something else. Intel Echo got from the Bad Batch. It seems the Empire has cloned the creature that attacked Coruscant early in the war. We don’t know why. At least, not yet.”

Cerra felt a brief stab of betrayal that Echo had kept the intel from her as well, but she shrugged it off. She hadn’t been exactly open with him, either.

“Is that all?” she asked.

“That’s the only thing that was my decision to keep from you,” he hedged.

“So there is more,” she said.

“Nothing that affects this group,” he replied. “You know as well as I do, Cerra; some things will always have to be kept secret. Some information is just too sensitive to share.”

She sighed. “I know. But when it compromises the safety of everyone on this team? I can’t stay if you’re going to keep secrets that could get us captured or killed.”

“You’re right,” he admitted. “I can’t promise that I’ll be able to share every piece of intel I get, but… I’ll do my best to make sure something like Raada doesn’t happen again.”

She let out a long, slow exhale before she replied. “Thank you.”

It wasn’t perfect, but Cerra knew it was the best promise he could make. The worst part was, she understood exactly why he’d made the decisions he did. She didn’t envy him. Being a leader was never easy at the best of times, and in the growing darkness and danger of the galaxy, it seemed to become a nightmarish balancing act of having to choose between bad and worse options.

Thank kriff it isn’t me.

“Hungry?” she asked.

Rex smiled slightly, accepting her peace offering. “Maybe. What’s left?”

“Acid-beet salad.”

Something smelled good. Scratch that; something smelled amazing. A burst of laughter echoed through the garage, loud enough that Cerra heard it from beneath the navigation control panel in the cockpit of the freighter. She set aside her hydrospanner and wandered out of the ship, drawn inexorably by the savory aroma and the sounds of merriment.

In the kitchenette, she spotted Gregor. He was working efficiently: chopping, stirring, cleaning—multitasking with ease, even as he bantered and giggled with Fireball and the other clones who hovered around his workspace like vultures. A large pot on the stove appeared to be the source of the intoxicating scent; she could hear the telltale sizzling, and every so often, Gregor would add some mysterious and unidentifiable ingredient to the mix.

He had his sleeves rolled up over his forearms, and Cerra took a moment to ogle him—er—appreciate the view before the others spotted her. Holy kriff, how had she not noticed the way he handled a knife before? Her mouth went dry as she watched his deft movements. He glanced up, and his mischievous smile told her he’d caught her in the act. His gaze flickered briefly down her body, and quite suddenly, the garage felt very warm.

Fireball called out a greeting and snapped her attention away from Gregor, and she plastered an innocent smile on her face as she approached the kitchenette.

“What’s cooking?” she asked, taking a position next to Fireball. “Smells great.”

“Joopa roast,” Gregor replied. “Been in the freezer since our last market trip.”

Ah, yes. The market trip when he—

“It has to cook for hours,” Fireball said mournfully.

“It’ll be worth it,” Gregor replied. “Trust me.”

“It’s not nice to torture people,” Fireball complained. His eyes widened suddenly and darted toward Cerra as he realized what he’d said. “Uh—I mean…”

She snorted and nudged him with her shoulder. “Please. You’re not wrong, anyway. An hour of smelling Gregor’s cooking, and I would have folded like a cheap sabacc deck just to get a taste. Nobody tell the Empire. Might give them ideas.”

Gregor set the roast in the oven and began to tidy up the kitchenette. “How’s it goin’ in the freighter?”

“Coming along,” she replied. Suddenly seized with inspiration, she added, “Could use some help clearing the fresher tank if anyone is free.”

Identical expressions of revulsion descended on the faces of every clone assembled, and they all suddenly remembered urgent business elsewhere. As they drifted away from the kitchen, Cerra leaned closer to Gregor as he wiped down the countertops.

“I guess that just leaves you,” she murmured quietly. “Want to give me a hand in the freighter?”

He froze for an instant as his eyes met hers, and then he began scrubbing the countertop with renewed vigor.

“Sure,” he replied. “Give me a minute to wash up, and I’ll meet you inside.”

“It’s a date,” she said, causing him to glance around the garage to see if any of the others had overheard her. “Be sure to seal the entry hatch when you come in. Wouldn’t want the fresher tank smell to get out into the garage.”

Fifteen minutes later, she heard the sound of the freighter’s hatch sealing, and she turned around just in time for Gregor to pull her into a hungry kiss as he pressed her back against the durasteel bulkhead behind the cockpit. His mouth consumed her, warm and soft, as his tongue grazed between her lips and his hands roamed over her body, cupping her breast through her coveralls, pulling her tightly against him. He broke away from the kiss, only to drop his lips to her throat, setting her entire body alight with arousal.

“Please tell me that was a euphemism,” he whispered hotly in her ear as he tugged down the zipper of her coveralls.

“It was a euphemism. I’d never subject you to—oh, kriff!” She gasped as his fingers slid down her body and unerringly found their way between her thighs.

“Shh,” he whispered, kissing her softly. “You did say you wanted a hand.”

She clung to his shoulders, whimpering quietly as he touched her with a gentle deftness that nearly made her knees buckle. With his free hand, he held her head, stroking his thumb across her jaw and his fingers down her neck. He kissed her everywhere: her lips, her face, her shoulders, her chest, lavishing her with pleasure as her body flooded with heat.

She slid her hand down his torso, reveling in the feeling of his warm, solid chest and abdomen as she reached for his cock. She could feel him straining against his trousers, warm and hard and perfect. He let out a tiny, hushed grunt as she took him in her hand, massaging him through the fabric. As she fumbled with his belt buckle, though, he shifted away from her, releasing her jaw and gripping her wrist in a gentle but inescapable hold. He pinned her wrist to the durasteel wall next to her head.

“Next time,” he murmured between kisses.

A fresh wave of arousal swamped her. Gregor’s breath caught as he felt it, and his fingers slipped into her effortlessly.

“Do you like it when I take control?” he asked quietly, gazing into her eyes.

She nodded, unable to form coherent speech, but letting out a hoarse moan of affirmation.

“Shh, love.” He pressed his lips to hers to muffle her sounds of pleasure. “I love to hear you, but the others are still outside.”

“I can’t help it,” she gasped. “I’m close—”

“I know,” he whispered. “Can you hold it back for me?”

She jerked her eyes to his, startled. “But—”

“Will you?” he asked, intensifying his caress to the point that she felt like she was losing her mind.

“Please, please—”

“You can trust me with your pleasure,” he murmured. “I promise. Will you wait until I tell you?”

She panted, her eyes wild and desperate. “I—yes—”

“Good girl.” He pressed his lips to her temple, then abruptly shifted to her mouth, stealing her breath and sending her head spinning.

She focused all her effort on holding back the tide of pleasure, but Gregor didn’t make it easy. He found and exploited her every weakness. His fingers, his lips, his teeth, his tongue: he used them all to work her into a frenzy of arousal until her body shook, her lungs heaved, and she could no longer contain her tiny moans of ecstasy, no matter how hard she tried.

He moved his fingers inside her, pressing deep and finding a place that wrenched a cry from her throat. Abruptly, he released her wrist and clamped his hand over her mouth, resting his forehead against hers as he gazed into her eyes. She pleaded with him silently, her body at the very limits of her control.

“Let go,” he whispered. “Let it happen.”

Her last coherent thought was an overwhelming sense of relief, and then her consciousness splintered into a million pieces as her body jerked and spasmed in his hand. He worked her through it, teasing every last drop of pleasure out of her body. He pulled his hand from her mouth to wrap around the back of her head as he claimed her lips in a kiss that stole her breath and drove everything from her mind except his taste, his scent, his touch.

His hand gentled and slowed as the tension in her body began to ebb, and then he carefully withdrew his fingers from her body and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she melted against him. She rested her head against his shoulder, breathing hard. He smoothed his palm down her spine between her shoulders, again and again, the movement draining all the energy out of her muscles and making her body go limp in his embrace. He pressed his lips softly to the side of her neck, inhaling deeply.

As he exhaled, he whispered, “I never knew I could love anyone the way I love you.”

Her fists tightened reflexively, clutching his shirt in her hands as she buried her face against his neck to hide the tears that suddenly stung her eyes.

“You don’t have to say it back,” he said. “I know last time was a mistake—”

“I love you,” she interrupted. She kissed his neck and jaw frantically. “It was an accident, not a mistake. I love you.”

She kissed him again and again, desperately, her lips finding a way to communicate everything she wanted to say when words failed.

“Loving you could never be a mistake,” she whispered.

That sofa is laughably beyond capacity, Riyo reflected as she observed the scene before her. Cerra snuggled on Gregor’s lap as Fireball tucked her sleeve up around her elbow and began to doodle on her forearm. Riyo had no idea what was going on with that particular trio, but they seemed cozy. Next to Fireball, Nemec and one of Howzer’s men squeezed onto the sofa as the rest of the team sat on crates around the holotable. She made a mental note to earmark funds for more furniture for the garage. The team only continued to grow, and things were starting to feel crowded in the repair shop.

“Tell me again, what’s the point of this?” Howzer asked. “It seems a little… Odd.”

“Just trust us,” Fireball said. “It shouldn’t work, but it does.”

The opening jingle of the Great Galactic Bake-Off began to play, and Riyo tried to ignore the pang of sadness that Echo wasn’t there to watch the finale with them. In fact, she hadn’t heard from him in weeks—not since the day he’d commed to tell her that he would be staying with the Batch indefinitely. Riyo understood. Of course she did. There was an element of risk every time they exchanged comms, and his mission was dangerous. But understanding didn’t make it sting any less.

The truth was, her situation was a lonely one. She had more political allies than actual friends, and very few people whom she could trust. Echo had been all three, and now he was gone, and she didn’t know if or when she would see him again, or if things could ever be the same between them again. He hadn’t ended their relationship—at least not officially—but they seemed to be in a strange and apparently indefinite holding pattern. As a result, she’d been surprised when Cerra had commed her to invite her to the garage to join the watch party.

“Echo mentioned you’re a fan,” Cerra had said, as though that explained everything.

In fact, it explained very little, but Riyo wasn’t about to question the invitation. It was the first time anyone aside from Echo had asked her to visit the garage for something other than plotting the Empire’s demise. She’d accepted immediately, and here she was with three of her bodyguards, eating some sort of pastry that Gregor had baked. He’d called it a Corellian ryshcate, and it was delicious. Riyo had to hold herself back from taking a second, though she couldn’t resist casting a longing glance at the platter.

“I still can’t believe Garr Tevv made it to the finale,” Gregor said in a disgusted tone.

“What’s wrong with Garr Tevv?” Riyo asked. “I was hoping he’d win.”

Gregor, Fireball, and Cerra gasped in dramatic horror, and Riyo felt a moment of brief panic that she’d made a faux pas. Then Cerra and Fireball burst into laughter while Gregor shot them both exasperated glares. Cerra wrapped her arms around Gregor’s neck and kissed his cheek. His face softened immediately into a smile.

“Team Runa,” he declared. “She deserves it after everything that happened this season.”

“Agreed,” Cerra said as she snagged another ryshcate—her third—and snuggled back against him. “Any other result would be a gross miscarriage of justice.”

She looked at Riyo with a hint of speculation in her eyes. “Just how much influence does a senator have? You know, if, hypothetically, the unthinkable happens and Garr Tevv wins. Could you have him arrested, or something?”

Riyo choked back a shocked laugh, but then she saw the teasing light in Cerra’s eyes and relaxed. “Oh, yes. I’d just have my guards detain him. That definitely wouldn’t cause an interplanetary scandal or end up getting me removed from office and tried for gross misconduct or abuse of power.”

“It’s settled then,” Cerra grinned as she dug into the bucket of ice next to the sofa and retrieved two bottles of ale.

She offered one to Riyo, who accepted, feeling a strange sense of warmth unfold in her chest as she settled in to watch the show.

“Who is Garr Tevv, and why don’t we want him to win?” Howzer demanded.

“Long story,” Fireball and Gregor said in unison.

“Jinx, you owe me a Coke,” Fireball said immediately as Cerra laughed. “Now everybody shut up. It’s starting.”

The End.

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