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the-silentium · 3 years

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A story of shirts

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - The survivor - Part 4 - Epilogue

Pairing: Bad Batch x Reader, Hunter x Reader, Crosshair x Reader

Words: 2774 words

Warnings: TESTOSTERONE.

A/N: Reader’s native language is *roll drum* French! Really original, I know! Translations will be at the end of the chapter ~

Taglist: @haloangel391

"You gonna eat that?" Wrecker asked from your right, his chubby pointer finger signaling to your half-eaten piece of bread.

"Yeah." You confirmed, taking more of the ration pack, reaching for the bread to illustrate.

"Too bad." He stole the piece before you got a hold of it, hurrying to stuff it in his mouth as soon as you reached forward to take it back.

"Wreck! It was mine!" You whined, hitting his shoulder multiple times in retaliation.

"Cut it out." Hunter called from his spot on the other side of the fire, shooting the both of you an unimpressed glance over his water canteen.

"But he-!" You cut yourself, not wanting to pout like a baby, instead taking a deep breath in and planning your revenge like a petulant child.

You've been with the Batchers for a good year, flying them around different systems, perfecting your flying skills as well as developing some basic medical ones to help them when needed.

So far, no one from the GAR noticed that you were a fraud among the army, letting you enough time to read about the GAR and become more familiar with the whole system and chain of command. You had now all the knowledge necessary to keep the lie going without a hitch. Hell, even Cody never connected the dots.

Over time the relationships between you and each of the boys improved to the point where Wrecker would call you his vod'ika and you'd call him your frangin.

Tech exploited his extended knowledge to gain a serious advantage over his brothers once a month. He would generously share his secret stash of candies with you whenever the first day of your period started (you were sure he did that to stay in your good favors and keep your irritation away from himself - which was working, fortunately for him).

Crosshair would share some of his precious secrets blackmails so you could use them when the others were being annoying shits and kindly taught you how to properly shoot with blasters so you could defend yourself better.

Hunter used you as his personal enhanced senses painkiller, meaning that he'd requisition you for an hour when his head felt like it was on the verge of exploding from overstimulation, sit on the floor facing you, lean his head on your chest and listen to you singing a soft lullaby in your native tongue.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed Wrecker getting up from his seat on the ground beside you to get to the ship, passing right behind you to get to his destination. Swiftly, you straightened your hand, turned around and pushed the back of his knee forward to bend it with ease.

Smirking, you admired your handy work when Wrecker yelped in surprise that his knee just gave up underneath him and crashed to the ground.

You laughed wholeheartedly, covering Crosshair's snickers who watched you the whole time because he knew you'd serve his brother a good payback for taking your precious food.

"You want to fight vod'ika?" Wrecker asked jokingly from his kneeled position a few feet away.

"Bring it on frangin!" You replied, pushing your dry rations down your throat with a big gulp of water. That was something else that took some time to get used to. Tasteless water meant good water. Don't spit the good water.

"Here we go again." Sighed Tech, rolling his eyes at banter.

"Don't be a grinch, Tech. That's Crosshair's role." You flicked his shoulder and ignored Cross glare to get up and meet the big man who instantly went to poke your side.

He'd learned his lesson a while ago when he punched your shoulder playfully and let you a gigantic bruise on your skin that lasted for weeks. Hunter genuinely thought that he'd hit you hard (he did, but Wrecker was excited, so you weren't mad) leading to the 'no hitting your teammates' rule. Wrecker felt bad for a while but soon you got him to cheer up and instead of fake fights, you'd do poking fights.

Jumping to the side, you moved your foot behind his knee to repeat your previous trick, effectively making him fall on one knee and pushed him on his back with all your strength.

As soon as he was on his back you poked his stomach, not too hard to make him sick, he just ate after all, but enough to mark your point.

"That's for my bread!" You laughed, dodging his hands trying to grasp yours to stop you from assaulting his abdomen.

He finally got a grab of your wrists, joined them in one of his hands and attacked your sides with his free hand, poking to the right places to have you yelp and trash around.

"Stop! Stop!" You shrieked, pulling on your arms to free them.

"As you wish." He grinned, opening his hand when you pulled with all your might, your elbows hitting your own abdomen and emptying your lungs from their precious air.

You groaned for a few seconds, recovering from the blow sprawled over Wrecker's chest unceremoniously. His laugh resonated through your body, the vibrations shaking your bones and making your teeth clash together.

"Still wanna fight?" He teased, head lifted from the ground to meet your unimpressed gaze.

"Enough for tonight." Hunter cut you off as you opened your mouth to sass him back.

Closing your mouth without another word, you rolled your eyes and got to your feet, following Wrecker inside the ship to retrieve an extra layer to keep you comfortable under the stars.

You walked past Wrecker who stopped at the fresher, to enter the barracks to rummage under your pillow for Hunter's top blacks he threw at you the night prior.

He noticed that you often stole his blacks whenever you felt cold at night in the ship, sliding under the fabric only when you thought they were asleep. You always made sure to replace it before he woke up, always neatly folded like it never left. But he knew. Your scent lingered on the fabric, a fact you forgot to think about, not that he minded. After a couple of times, he started to simply throw the blacks at your face before laying down on his bed. He knew you never got used to the cold of space, your skin remembering the constant warmth of the jungle, letting you vulnerable to any change of temperature.

You slipped the blacks over your head, the fabric covering your three-quarter sleeve shirt without a hitch and offering you the extra warmth needed for you to be able to find sleep instead of chattering teeth for the whole night.

Now ready to go out and bury yourself under your blanket near the fire, you walked out with a pep in your step, eager to lay down and relax for the remaining hours before a new assignment arrived and forced you all away on some dangerous mission.

"Acceptin' the markin'?" Wrecker appeared from the fresher, wiping his hands on his pants.

"What?" You stopped, confused at his question. Did you have ink on your face or something?

"He means this." Crosshair answered for his brother, walking further into the ship to pinch the shoulder of the blacks on his way to his bunk where he retrieved an extra blanket for himself.

"What about it?"

"You're only wearin' Hunter's." He remarked, toothpick dancing between his lips.

"Wrecker's are way too big and you'd strangle me with the sleeves if I took yours." You pointed out, a hand moving to your hip. What was his point?

"Why not Tech's?" He approached closer, clearly trying to intimidate you. It may have worked in the beginning but this era was long gone.

"Last time I did he started hiding them so I wouldn't do it again. What is this about?" The two of them shared a look and you knew they had information you didn't, and the mere idea of it made your heart speed up a bit.

"It wasn't Tech who hid them." Crosshair faced you again, his arms crossing at his chest, the blanket folded over one of his arms. "It was Hunter."

It took you seconds to connect the dot and make sense of everything. Hunter started throwing you his blacks the night after you borrowed Tech's and after that, you couldn't find his anywhere again. You'd accepted the gesture and never questioned it afterward, simply thinking that he cared about your sleeping habits or something.

He did care. But for a totally different reason.

"He's jealous." You whispered, eyes widening to Crosshair's delight.

At the back of your mind, a part of you was melting, the sergeant's possessiveness flattering you to no end, although another part of you found it was stupid to be jealous of his brother. You noted to talk to him about that later, but you were sure that the subject would arise rather sooner than later if the mischievous glint in the sniper's eyes was anything to go by.

"He is. So you'll wear this instead." He took a top of his blacks from within the blanket and shoved it onto your chest until you picked it up.

"Your blacks? Wait. Are you angry at him or somethin'?" You eyed the fabric in your hands, rolling the hem between your fingers. This wasn't a good idea. There were ulterior motives to his actions. Always.

"Just wanna see him boilin'." He replied, rolling his head on the side a bit.

"You wanna call him on his bullshit." You pointed out, one eyebrow slowly lifting in the air, unimpressed.

He didn't respond but his smirk told you enough, and the longer he held your gaze, the wider the grin creeping its way onto your lips became. Yes, you had feelings for the dark-haired clone, but you were fundamentally a prankster. Always in for a good laugh. Plus, what problems can a shirt do? It's a shirt!

You removed Hunter's blacks, keeping a hold of your undershirt so you wouldn't show too much to your brothers and quickly slipped into the new shirt. Sadly, the sleeves were a bit tight so you had to adjust your undershirt sleeves but you manage to replace them easily.

You rolled Hunter's black into a ball and throw it onto your bed.

"Don't be mean." You threatened Crosshair with a finger under his chin.

"And you don't drool all over it." He took his toothpick from his lips to poke your fingers with it. You hissed and he threw it away.

You walked out with Cross at your side, Wrecker choosing to walk before you so you would all be close enough to see the shift in Hunter's expression. If the boys were right, that is.

Unfortunately, Hunter seemed too engrossed in his conversation with Tech to notice your shirt so as soon as you all sat onto your respective blankets, yours placed between Wrecker's and Tech's, you leaned slightly forward toward Crosshair.

"Thanks for the shirt Cross!" You smiled at him.

In the corner of your eyes, you noticed Hunter straighten, head moving to you despite Tech still addressing him. Cross grunted in acknowledgment, already watching Hunter and was clearly enjoying what he saw.

Your eyes moved to the sergeant's, who was now deeply frowning, too concentrated on analyzing your shirt that he didn't notice the four pairs of eyes scrutinizing his face, three playful, one confused.

"What's wrong?" Tech asked, head-turning to you to see what disturbed him that much. As soon as his eyes fell on you he knew. And you felt stupid for being the last one to notice that this was happening. "Ah." That you've been stupid enough to let yourself fall into a territorial fight.

"Not to your liking, Sarge?" Crosshair sassed, enjoying the tightness in his brother's jaw.

You started to feal really bad. And confused. Was Crosshair really interested in you too? You knew Hunter cared about you, the kisses, the hugs, the moments of vulnerability shared with one another, they all told you that you meant something more. But Crosshair’s behavior really started to contradict everything you thought you knew about him.

"What's that?" He turned to confront his brother, catching on to the fact that he'd been played as soon as he registered the smugness coating Crosshair's face.

"Cut the crap. 's just a shirt." He rolled his eyes at Hunter's barely concealed annoyance. But it wasn't just a shirt. Not to them.

It started to dawn on you that this was a terrible idea and that you've been played and that- oh shit Hunter's fingers closed to form a fist entangled in his blanket.

"Stop right there." You hurried to cut Hunter's words that you just knew would start a bickering war. You had to stop it before it could deteriorate to something bad because you didn't trust Crosshair to not put oil on the fire and hit every single one of his brother's nerves. To top it all, he was the one right next to Hunter. This was getting dangerous.

" 'm not wearin' anyone's shirt."

You removed the blacks, ignoring the concert of grumbles telling you not to, rolled it in a ball, switched the ball with Tech's and used it as your personal pillow. You laid down on your back and pulled the blanket tightly around yourself, eying the stars above like you used to on Fors.

You seemed to have done the right thing, because the rest followed your example, Tech's head burying itself in his new pillow inches from yours. A yelp from Crosshair soon followed by a smack in retaliation made you sigh, effectively cutting short their childish behaviors.

It took a couple of minutes until the sergeant heard what he was waiting for, a soft clattering muffled by the blanket covering your mouth, the sound of your hands moving up and down your arms in hope of creating warmth and your irregular breathing that you controlled enough to keep it down but not enough to keep it steady.

The boys had fallen asleep, Wrecker's snores echoing between the trees around, Crosshair's and Tech's soft regular breathings were easy to distinguish.

"Y/N." He called softly to not wake his brothers, his eyes already on your subtly shaking form. "I know you're cold."

You turned your head in his direction, frowning.

"So? I won't get the shirt back on." You whispered, gaze moving to Tech to make sure he was still sleeping.

"Good. C'mere." He lifted the corner of his blanket, to which you raised an eyebrow.

"Sharing your blanket to prove yourself better, now?"

"Just…" He pointed to the spot next to him with his head. "C'mere."

You huffed while sitting up to look around, the three remaining clones were still out, their peaceful face illuminated by the dying fire in the center of your circle. Carefully, you got up with the fabric tightly wrapped around your shoulders, stepping over Tech's hand and reached the offered spot.

Immediately you felt the warmth radiating off him and like a moth to a flame, you wrapped yourself around him without shame because you needed this. And because it was so unfair that he could regulate his temperature while you couldn't, so you decided that he had to share.

Clearly, he didn't mind, his arms sneaking around your waist to keep you close and offer you more of his body heat, his head leaning down a bit to breathe in your bewitching smell and place a kiss onto your hair just as you snuggled closer and leaned your head onto his chest, one of your legs sneaking between his to get more comfortable.

"Better?" His chest rose and downed slowly, unlike the beating of his heart beneath your fingertips. This was the first time you had this much contact with each other, the feeling not lost on either of you.

"Yeah." You moved your head to place a kiss under his jaw and reposition yourself. "Didn't know he even liked me." You whispered, finger moving in circles over his heart, asking yourself how did this happen?

"He liked you after our first time on Fors. He was a goner after the second time." He explained truthfully, the memory of the second trip onto this godforsaken planet made him shiver in dread. How people could live in this hell was beyond his comprehension.

You noticed his reaction and automatically reached up to dissipate the trauma with a slow movement of your fingers over his cheeks.

"But I was there first." He smirked, arms tightening around you somewhat.

"Don't start." You smacked his chest softly to which he quietly laughed.

Frangin = Brother

Next part here: A story of having each other’s back

#bad batch x reader #crosshair x reader #hunter x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #clone force 99 #star wars #clone wars #murphy day

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slytheringinger300 · 4 years

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Cody is Anakin’s Stepdad Part 2

Cody is Anakin’s Stepdad Part 2!!

So here is part two. Y'all I’m going, to be honest, I didn’t expect the first part to blow up like it did lol. However, I am a woman of my word, so I come baring part two of Cody is Anakin’s Stepdad. Once again this is based off of the headcannon by @headedtobandomeer and then this part is based off of the comment i saw on the post and was given the okay to use by @maulusque. Let me know what you guys think! and of course enjoy!! And thank you all so so much for the love of the first part! I really didn't expect it to take off like it did but I appreciate it and was thrilled so many of you liked it! Okay I'll stop rambling now and I'll post the english translations of the mando'a words later! It was like two in the morning when i published this and didnt think about it... so my bad there guys lol.

Cody was standing on the bridge of the Negotiator, looking out into the dark endless void of space. For one of the few times during the war, he was relaxed. Those meditations sessions with his husband are really paying off. As the Commander went to moved to exit the bridge, he ran into an almost frantic Anakin.

“General, what has you in such a rush?”

“Cody, just the man I wanted to see. I would like to talk to you about something. In private, preferably.” The normal confidant air around the young Knight was electric with anxiety, and Cody could see the little bit of fear in his eyes.

Cody gave him a questioning look and nodded, motioning for him to fallow him to his and Obi Wan’s room. His husband was having a meeting with the Jedi Council, so they’ll be able to talk without being disturbed.

“Something on your mind Anakin?” Cody’s voice held concern as he looked over the young Knight in front of him, who seemed somewhat troubled.

“Um well,” Anakin rubbed the back of his neck as he fidgeted nervously, seemingly unable to stand still. “I didn’t know who else I could talk to about this, and I know that the Council is okay with marriages because of you and Obi-Wan. Which is great, and I’m glad that you two are together. You make him happy. Which by the way, thanks for telling me you two were married, let alone together. I mean, I know I kept Padme a secret, so I don’t have a lot of room to talk, but still, I mean…”

The Clone Commander watched as the man he started to view as a son nervously ramble and pace the span of the small room. Something was obviously eating the kid.

“Ad’ika take a breath udesii.” He said in a soothing voice

“Right, right, I’m sorry. I’m just worried you see I went and talked with Chancellor Palpatine today, and he said something that has me well, concerned about Padme. I’ve also been having these dreams of her dying that I’m pretty sure are visions because they have the same feel to them as the visions of my mother did, and I just don’t know what to do.”

“Why would Senator Amidala be at risk of dying? Are you seeing some sort of attack on the Senate or something else? If it’s something that’s going to happen on Coruscant, we can contact Commander Fox and set up extra troopers around her and the Senate.”

“No, no, not like that. Padme’s well… she’s pregnant, and the Chancellor thinks that my visions mean she’s going to die either before the kids are born or after.”

Anakin wasn’t looking at Cody anymore. His eyes were firmly staring at the ground, unable to meet the Commander's eyes. He felt sick. He didn’t want to risk losing Padme. He loves her, but he didn’t want to disappoint the man he sees as a brother by tapping into the Darkside. However, the Chancellor seems so sure that it will work in not only saving her but the child as well. He felt so conflicted, and he didn’t know where else to turn to. He still doesn’t fully trust the Council despite them accepting Obi-Wan’s marriage to Cody he was still hesitant to believe they will do the same for him. Many many years of anger and mistrust on the part of both parties will do that to a guy.

“Okay, first off, how is Padme pregnant I gave you so many condoms. But that’s we’ll discuss that later. What do you mean you think she’s going to die? Have either of you spoken to a Doctor or even a medic?”

Anakin took a breath Cody’s steady voice offering a small bit of relief even if it was for a moment.

“No, but we’ve talked to some droids, and the Chancellor seems to think something is going to go wrong.”

“Anakin, Ni kar'tayl gai sa'ad Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, but sometimes you have to think more with the head you use as a General on the battlefield and think less like a panicked shinny.”

“What do you mean?”

“If one of your men was injured on the field, who would you look for first? A Medic or a dorid to offer aid?”

“I’d find or comm Kix he doesn’t exactly like droids or trust their diagnoses a lot of times.”

Cody nodded encouragingly to the young man seeing him working to the end on his own. Connecting the dots.

“But what about what the Chancellor keeps saying? I mean, he wouldn’t say these things if he didn’t mean it or know it to be true, would he?”

“Listen, ad’ika, if you want my honest answer just from what you’ve told me, the Chancellor is trying to mislead. For what I don’t know, but I do know that I don’t like what he’s been saying just from this encounter that you’ve told me about today makes it seem like he’s rather shady. So here's what I think we should do. First, we send Kix to check on Padme make sure she and the baby are okay. Second, we go to the training room on the ship you and I have a workout. Clear that head of yours and tell me more about that the Chancellor has been filling your head with.”

Anakin feeling a little lighter nodded with a small smile before following the Marshell Commander out the man that he was quickly starting to see as his buir. He was hesitant to come to Cody with any of his problems before, but after today he has a feeling he’s going to be talking to the man far more often.

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So it turned out that Chancellor Palpatine was a creepy sith lord who has been trying to groom Anakin to be his sithy apprentice since he was TWELVE! Which Cody helped him to realize after making him do what felt like hundreds of push-ups. Anakin’s arms were so sore he couldn’t even lift his lightsaber to fight with Palpatine. He ended up roundhouse, kicking the Sith Lord into submission. Obi-Wan was confused as to why he did it, Cody was proud of jetii ad’ika he had great form the whole time. He nearly cried; it was so beautiful.

After Kix checked over Padme, she was fine; actually, she and the twins were perfectly healthy, and everything was going normal with the pregnancy. Anakin did faint when Kix told him that they were having twins he was so shocked. Rex let him fall and then laughed at him.

It was only four months later when the twins would arrive, and of course, Obi-Wan and Cody came to visit the new additions to their family. Anakin looked up when they arrived with a bright smile on his face his eyes filled with pride. He held one of the twins in his arms so carefully, almost like he was afraid to drop them but yet so proud.

“Hey,” his voice was soft, barely above a whisper to keep from waking the little one in his arms.

Obi-Wan walked over to stand beside his former Padawan, looking over his shoulder with a soft smile. “Anakin, she’s beautiful.” He cooed.

“Get’s it from her mother, but so far, her little attitude is 100% Skywalker.”

Cody chuckled as he walked over, going to the small crib next to the two former Generals he looked down at the little one inside. He won't lie natborns are still a little strange to him and many of the vod as is the process of how natborns come about. That was not a pleasant night, and Cody contemplated shooting Kix right then and there.

“Here.” Anakin surprised the Commander with his sudden appearance with his arms empty. A quick glance to his right showed Obi-Wan completely entranced by the little girl in his arms. Already wrapped around her little finger, it seems.

Anakin reached down into the crib and carefully picked up the small babe and gently passed him Cody, who held him close to his chest. A bright smile on the father’s face.

“This little guy is Luke Ben Skywalker. Luke, meet your grandpa, Cody.”

“Wait, why am I the Grandpa?”

“Well, Obi-Wan always has been more of a brother a vod to me, but you, you took up the role of parent and filled it in a way I didn’t know I needed until it happened. So thank you, buir.”

Cody will deny till the end of his very days that he teared up with joy and pride at Anakin telling him this. Though, he will say that the only day that rivals this one was the day his riduur said he would share their vows.

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dottiechan · 4 years

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Finders Keepers Pt. 1 (A SWTOR Imperial Agent story)

Part 1 / Part 2

Word count: 1633

Summary: SIS agent Dorathine Garza is left behind on Dromund Kaas after going undercover.

A/N: Thanks for kicking my writer’s block in the butt!!! I worked Dee’s story over a little, and gave it a good angsty twist in the end! Also, who needs proofreading, right?!

@catpella: does she ever get out? i still want to knowwwww

Warnings: anxiety, grief

It was supposed to be just another covert mission. Infiltrate Imperial Intelligence, gather information about Operation Krenth, get extracted by the SIS. She’s done it a thousand times before - her mother used to say that all Garzas are born with a blaster in hand, after all. Hutt Cartel, Exchange, Black Sun, blast, even the Sith Academy. She’s survived them all, her devotion to the Republic growing fiercer with every assignment. It was gruesome work, but she liked it. It made Dee feel invincible when she gambled with her life and won. Better than a night at the Star Cluster Casino on Nar Shaddaa, she’d tell you.

This time, things are different. This time, the SIS went on radio silence after getting the necessary information out of her, leaving her stranded on the Imperial capital. That was 3 days ago. There will be no extraction. There will be no victory. Not this time.

Dee used to joke about her work, saying she took out the Republic’s trash for a living. She’d never imagined she’d live long enough to become the trash.

Dee counts the hours on the first day.

She knows it’s only a matter of time before she’s found out. In her shocked, panicked state, she does what she was always taught by the seasoned SIS agent who’d trained her – she reverted to the first undercover lesson beaten into her. Act inconspicuous. Cover your tracks. And above all, watch for any and all opportunities. Her chance of getting out thins with every passing second, and it’s painful to resist glancing at her chronometer as she uses up her last minutes. Stars, I never thought I’d go out in this blasted Imp armour and its stupid bucket of a helmet, she thinks as she walks across the Citadel towards the taxi pad, all forced tranquillity, casual steps and feigned respect when passing by a Sith. Dee’s seen loth cats with more discipline than some of these so called lords, but she won’t string a civilisation up for worshipping its apex predators. The Republic isn’t all that different, despite its claims.

The barracks are tidy but not exactly spacious, and a few glares are enough to make the other recruits shut up. She’s not here to make friends with Imperials, but... she doesn’t know why she’s here anymore. She repeats all she had to learn about Operation Krenth for the SIS over and over in her head until she can’t think straight anymore. Dee is homesick, utter desperation heavy on her chest as her panic melts into sadness. If the SIS wanted her dead, she would have preferred being lined up to a wall and shot. That is clean. That is fair. She won’t pretend to be a saint, won’t pretend to have followed every order to the letter, to have never worked for her own benefit on the side. But she did what the other agents couldn’t, and she did it well. Her stomach twists when she realises she’s just as expandable as the other agents, the ones she knew the SIS only employed until they outlived their usefulness, the ones she was tasked countless times to dispose of in creative ways. But when she thinks of her mother, she straight up becomes sick to the stomach.

General Garza was no doubt informed beforehand. And all she had to do to turn it around was to say no.

But she let it happen to her daughter anyway.

Dee stops looking over her shoulder after the first month. The only mistake the SIS did when they sent her on this suicide mission was giving her too good a cover. They should have known she’d use it. So when she catches the attention of Keeper, she only works harder. Edging slowly inside, earning their trust favour by favour, mission by mission. She’s too good an opportunity to be passed up, even though she knows the old man suspects something. They both have a nose for trouble, a keen sense of survival that has kept them both alive and going all this time.

When the mission to Hutta is outlined, an unspoken truce is made between the two. Friend or foe, honesty or lies, they need each other. Imperial Intelligence needs her to infiltrate a Hutt’s palace – child’s play for an agent of Dee’s calibre. In return, she needs them to trust her enough so she might get close to Operation Krenth from the Imperial side.

A small voice in the back of her head tells her it’s only so she could get home, to the Republic. That by ensuring a Republic victory, she’d be forgiven. But with every single day she spends in the heart of the Empire, she knows the inevitability of her revenge. She has the upper hand – she remembers all the SIS security codes, the secure channel decryptions, the standard operating procedures, the preferred tactics. In the Imperial helmet, Dee is just another infantryman, just another number, just another body to be dropped. Which is why she is in the perfect position to remind them why you must put down a rabid kath hound, why you must cauterise a wound before it festers.

“Welcome to Operation Krenth, Agent.”

Keeper’s voice is undecipherable. Dee wouldn’t put it past him to know. It would be the perfect test of loyalty. She clicks her heels together and stands at attention, the prospect of payback momentarily soothing the constant pain of betrayal in her chest. Betrayal and abandonment for a sin she wasn’t even deemed worthy to know by her old superiors.

“I’ll make you proud, sir.”

...

“Total mission failure, General. I’m telling you, they have a mole in our ranks! They knew every move we’d make before we did them!”

“Calm yourself, Lieutenant Jorgan,” Garza replies as she forces herself to be still and tranquil despite the catastrophic outcome of Operation Krenth. Instead of ensuring the Empire’s defeat, they only doubled their own by trying to stop an Imperial stealth mission on Ringo Vinda, losing a key Republic shipyard in the process. A devastating blow, considering the resource and material that went into cracking Operation Krenth.

“With all due respect, how can you say that, sir?” the Cathar seethes as he rounds the holotable, clenching and unclenching his fists. “Your own daughter died giving us intel on the Imps.”

“I don’t need to be reminded what we lost during our campaign, Lieutenant,” she barks, tone sharper than intended. Not a day passes without Garza thinking about Dee, and how the SIS was forced to abandon her on Dromund Kaas. It’s as good a fate as death for a spy, and to mount a rescue op of that scale would not be supported by the GAR. Her rationale knows this. But there are days when she just wants to commandeer a shuttle, sling a rifle over her shoulder and blast her way into the damned Dark Council chamber to demand her daughter back. Elin Garza knows Dee is dead, she can feel it in her bones. She knows her demands are empty, childish threats; her hopes naive and otherworldly. There’s not a thing she can do or say to undo the damage that’s already been caused.

It doesn’t mean she can forgive herself just yet.

“That... was out of line. I’m sorry, General,” Aric says, his head sinking between his shoulders in defeat, anger, anguish. “I just... keep going over the mission in my head, constantly. Thinking what I’ve done wrong, what piece of intel I might have misinterpreted.”

“It’s impossible to tell. Maybe we simply waited too long. Let the intel grow stale.”

“We did everything by the book. It was supposed to be one of the easy ops. Now, I’ve lost two Havoc men, more regulars than I could count, the second largest Rep shipyard on Ringo Vinda... Something doesn’t add up,” Jorgan sighs as he places his hands on the holotable and leans forward, letting his eyes search the holoimage of the destroyed shipyard as if his own failure was written in the debris.

“Rest, Lieutenant. Recharge. Fill the gaps in Havoc squad’s ranks.”

Garza is already behind her desk, eyes trained on the incoming reports on her datapad. Aric Jorgan knows his general better than to try and say anything more. Her attention is already elsewhere, far away from what she has been saying just minutes ago. So he mutters a “yes, sir” and grabs his helmet, fingers gripping the plastoid so hard he could snap it in half. Dee might have been an SIS agent when she disappeared, but she was a rookie under his leadership a few years before that, and such emotional ties are not easily broken. He might not have had anything to do with the mission that was her downfall, but that doesn’t mean he will not keep feeling responsible. Like it was his fault somehow. Like he could have prevented it in any way. And the fact that he cannot investigate without Garza’s blessing doesn’t exactly help soothe the Cathar’s nerves.

Just as he’s halfway through the door, Elin’s voice halts him. She does not look up, her concentration is not once broken. But her intentions have never been clearer.

“Once you do that, I want you to report back to me, Jorgan. You will take Havoc squad and unravel the real reasons behind this defeat. Learn all you can and keep HQ and the SIS updated on the situation. We must avoid incidents like this in the future. And more importantly, I won’t allow my daughter’s death to have been in vain.”

It’s been a long time since Aric stood at attention willingly, unironically, without being told to do so. He finds himself doing just that now anyway.

“I’ll make you proud, sir.”

#dottiechan writes #swtor #swtor imperial agent #oc:#dorathine garza #aric jorgan #general garza #swtor fanfiction #tw: anxiety #tw: grief

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nightglider124 · 5 years

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Dickkory Week: Day 6

LOL only about 2 days late but got there in the end.

I based this last day on the live action ‘Titans’ and it was... interesting to write their live counterparts. I don’t think I did an astounding job on this or writing them tbh but... it was a first attempt so I’m happy enough with it.

Hope ya like it and I hope everyone had a fab dickkory week.

p.s - because i just wanted this finally posted, it has not been proofread so soz if it’s a grammatical mess XD

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Stargazing

They were like tiny beacons in the dark sky; millions of them, all shining brightly and looking down on the world as they remained a celestial spectacle for all. The stars were like a puzzle; pieces scattered throughout the universe with no business being forced together, rather spread apart like the cosmic wonders that they were.

Kory watched them in the same way she had been for the past hour. It was late and she should probably be in bed, no worries or concerns pulling her in a hundred different directions. But, lately, her mind and body hadn’t exactly been in harmony with one another so here she was; sat on the balcony of the newest hideout they had taken up refuge in.

She idly wondered just how many safe houses Bruce Wayne actually had dotted throughout the country. They’d traveled across several states and stayed within two; not counting the ones that they had no knowledge of at all.

This one was different from the last one in Chicago. It was bigger, more of a house than some modernized, super apartment and it was a lot more hidden. It was out in the country, hidden by an army of trees and lost down several winding dirt roads, assuring all of them that they were more protected now than they were before.

Things had been… strange since Trigon.

Dick had been pulled back from the demonic influence that had a tight grip on him when she and Donna had finally found a way through the ethereal dome surrounding Angela’s house. The two of them had burst through the door and Kory hated to admit how much it scared her to see the hollow blackness replacing Dick’s eyes; the way his skin had turned so much paler than his usual tone. He looked sick and unlike himself; trapped in whatever torment Trigon had conjured up in that mind of his.

The rest of that night was a blur when she tried to think back on it now.

Rachel had been the one to end things. After Jason showed up with two others she had never met before who she now knew as Hank and Dawn, it was like an explosion went off.

They all banded together, trying to decrease the power and the hold that Trigon had over their friend and makeshift leader of the little group he had put together. It had little effect, even with Gar morphing into at least 3 other animal types; something he was still trying to figure out how he did since all he really knew was a tiger.

Kory closed her eyes as she sat on the stone railing that ran around the edge of the balcony, a bitter breeze causing goosebumps to appear upon her dark skin. Despite the burning fire at her core, she felt cold and she couldn’t pinpoint why that was.

Thanks to Rachel, they had won against her demonic father. A power had surged up from inside of her, one that not even Kory was aware she had buried away. Purple and black had swirled around the kid, like some kind of magical tornado and Trigon had been powerless to stop her shear strength.

He’d been pulled in, sucked away from this dimension as easily as he had walked into it through the planes of that mirror Angela had set up in her living room.

She had fought him the whole time, refusing to let such a monster who would hurt Dick as he had, into their realm without strife.

It had taken her time, with Angela screaming at her to stop and how helping Trigon was her destiny before ultimately being restrained by Donna’s glowing lasso.

Trigon had disintegrated before everyone’s eyes until he was trapped in the newly formed red gem that was stuck to Rachel’s forehead on a daily basis now.

Ridding Trigon from their world seemed to undo all of his mistreatment, including releasing Dick from the nightmarish hell that had been plaguing his mind since the minute he ran on ahead into the house.

He’d been out of sorts for a few days after that, always checking to see what was real and what was simply in his head.

Slowly, Dick had begun to regain his self assurance and he was falling back into his old self, his personality renewed as it had been before.

It had been a couple of weeks since that all happened and a few things had changed.

Rachel had started to harness the darkness inside her, rather than running scared from it. She was learning, piece by piece, what she was capable of doing. She’d decided on a bit of a makeover too. She’d changed her hair and her style, ever so slightly and surprised Kory to see that she was no longer the same terrified girl that she had rescued from the nuclear family about 2 months ago.

They had all sort of become a makeshift team or unit, since Dick hadn’t warmed to using the former term as of yet. It was still the 4 of them, except now they were joined by Donna, Jason, Hank and Dawn.

Their little ‘family’ had some extended members now and it… took some getting used to.

Kory wasn’t sure what she thought of them. She and Donna had started to get along, better than when they’d first met at least but the other 3 were still a bit of a mystery to her. She didn’t know them and she certainly didn’t trust them yet. After all, she only just about trusted Rachel, Gar and Dick.

Kory had changed herself a little too. Her clothing style had altered and so had her hair, now flowing down her back in loose, wavy curls rather than the afro of tight ones she had been sporting since she stumbled across her little group of misfits.

Something was heavy in her chest; a weight that had been there for days now and she was growing more and more frustrated by the second, wanting to figure out what the cause was but also not having a single clue how to do that.

Sighing, Kory lifted her knees to her chest from her position on the balcony railing. She hugged them close, trying to provide comfort to herself.

It was hard being one’s only confidant and even harder when one couldn’t remember a thing about themselves.

She tilted her chin, eyes going to the stars again; a gesture that brought her much relief and again, she didn’t have an answer why.

Her emerald eyes were searching, looking for something of importance but failing to find it.

“What’re you doing out here?”

She jerked at the voice from the doors behind her and she briefly turned her head but ultimately refused to shift more so that he could see her face.

“Uh… I just needed some air. That’s all.” She lied,

There was silence on his end; a sure fire hint to know he was analysing her, doing that detective thing of his and trying to dissect her without words or questions.

“That’s not all.” He paused and his voice grew louder, having stepped closer, “You okay?”

Kory took a deep breath, holding her arms to comfort herself, “I’m fine, Dick. You should go back inside. You need the sleep.”

More silence followed and for a moment, she thought he had truly listened to her and gone back inside, leaving her to dwell on her insecurities in peace.

That was until she felt him pull himself up onto the stone railing, sitting with one leg on either side. He was facing her, staring at the side of her face as he tried willing her to look back at him.

“Can you stop staring at me?” Kory sighed, finally meeting his gaze,

Dick shrugged, “I can… once you tell me you’re okay and you mean it.”

Kory tried to ignore the way heat rose to the back of her neck as she glimpsed at Dick’s bare chest, the muscles in his arms flexing as he lifted his shoulders.

“Are any of us okay? Really?” She barked out a laugh and shook her head, “I’d say we’ve all been pretty fucked up recently.”

Dick smiled, “That’s an understatement.”

“I promise, I’m as fine as anyone else in this safe house.” Kory told him, her eyes on the hands clasped in her lap,

He fell back into that bout of silence for a long while, just breathing and looking up at the stars occasionally as well.

“You know… I’ve been having nightmares… about what happened with Trigon. But, I guess being possessed by an ancient demon can do that to you.”

Kory glanced at him, her eyes stuck to him like glue. He hadn’t really talked about what had happened to him with Trigon. He had been brief but Dick hadn’t once truly opened up about what went on in his mind whilst Trigon was in the driver’s seat.

He was staring out across the field surrounding their safe house and it reminded her so much of the first time he had unknowingly opened up to her at that crappy motel, or at least; he had started to open up before he realized it and clammed up again.

“It was so real. All of it.” Dick pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth and shook his head, “I had so many memories of that life and yet… I’d only been in it for an hour. There were good points of it… like Rachel and Gar being at college, like normal kids.”

Kory quirked a small smile at that; the idea of those two living a life away from the craziness they’d had to endure so far.

“But… beyond that, I had this life that… I didn’t actually want. Bruce was… unhinged. I haven’t always agreed with his way of doing things but… he was a cold blooded murderer in that world. Despite everything, he isn’t that.”

She nodded her head a little, her eyes shifting between him and the stone of the railing they were both perched upon.

“And then there was you.”

Her head snapped up to find his intense gaze on her now, a hesitant vibe flowing off of him. She gulped and lowered her chin slightly, as if prompting him to tell her.

“You were… a cop.” Dick snorted, earning a dual smirk from Kory.

“What?” She asked,

He grinned, “I was confused and surprised too.”

“Why a cop?”

Dick shrugged, “I suppose Trigon didn’t have enough memories of you to know exactly where to place you in the dream world… so a partner of sorts was what he settled for.”

Kory felt her heart flutter but tried to ignore the implication that she meant something to him; enough to have a prominent part in the nightmare Trigon had played out for him. She refused to let that thought enter her mind. It was still very early days and the pair of them were still way off having that talk. At least, she felt they were. She couldn’t speak for him.

But, she still had a lot to figure out by herself before she was going to consider any kind of romance with the man sat in front of her.

“But, you were still you. It’s what made it hard to know what was real and what wasn’t.”

“What’d you mean?” Kory queried, tilting her head ever so slightly,

She saw his adam's apple bob in his throat as he paused, “You were still doing that thing where… you become some kind of voice of reason. There were plenty of moments in this dream life where I had the chance to go back and not fall into Trigon’s trap including you, telling me to go back and forget about saving Batman…” He shrugged, “It… was very like how you are in the real world.”

“Calling you out on your bullshit is trait of mine.” Kory lightly teased,

He raised a brow and smirked, “And the attitude was there as well. Made it extremely difficult to tell the difference.”

“I can imagine.”

“And then… Bruce killed you.”

Kory felt cold suddenly, “He what?”

“Killed you. Shot you with a freeze gun while you were getting ready to light him up but... he got you first.”

“Oh… right…” She replied, not really knowing how she was meant to feel about dying in his fake world,

“After that, I gave in to whatever darkness Trigon was trying to push on me and… I killed him.”

Kory’s brows hit her hairline, “Who?”

“Bruce.”

Her mouth fell open without realizing. She would never have thought that was what turned him into that possessed husk of a man she had stumbled across when she and Donna got over the threshold.

“Shit…” She mumbled, not knowing what else she could really say to that, “I didn’t realize what he actually did to you…”

Dick hunched his shoulders a little, his fingers laced together with the furrowed brows that were so apparent on his face most of the time; like he constantly looked troubled with the burdens of the world.

He exhaled and refused to meet her gaze, “Yeah well… I haven’t exactly been shouting it from the roof or anything.”

Kory gave him a playful smile, “Good thing too. Don’t want anyone thinking you’re batshit crazy.”

Dick lifted his chin, his cool stare meeting the fiery green of her eyes under the dim moonlight and he chuckled, the tension of his story easing and clearing. Conversation and opening up came fairly easy between the two of them. Despite not knowing one another for a terribly long time, Kory often felt an unspoken trust that had formed between them and she couldn’t understand why.

There was a… connection there and she was still trying to pinpoint what it meant.

“So…” Dick prompted after a few minutes,

Kory rolled her eyes and gave him a look which soon crumbled and she smiled at him in disbelief, “What?”

“What’s going on?”

She ran her tongue across one of the upper canine teeth in her mouth and half laughed, shaking her head. Her knee bounced up and down in rapid succession as she contemplated telling Dick the truth but there was a hesitance in her heart

Kory could sense the way he was looking at her so finally, she sighed and faced the stars.

“It’s nothing, I just… everything with Trigon and what we found out about me at that warehouse… it’s just a lot is all…”

He remained quiet, waiting for her to continue since he assumed she wasn’t quite explaining everything.

She shrugged and chewed on her bottom lip, “I keep wondering… if I’m ever gonna remember everything about myself.”

“Your memories have started coming back in the last couple weeks… that’s a good sign, Kory.”

Frowning, Kory looked at him, “It’s not enough, Dick. I only know pieces about my past and myself… I just…”

“It’s frustrating.” He surmised,

Kory sighed, “More than anyone seems to understand. I came out here to try and prompt some memories of my planet but…” She dropped her chin, eyes on her lap, “Nothing.”

Dick’s brows knitted together in sympathy; he could only imagine how surreal it would be to not remember anything from an entire lifetime.

“We’ll find the answers, Kory. I promise. We’ll all help you.”

She took a deep breath and shook her head, “How? I don’t even know where to start so I doubt any of you will have more luck.”

He kept his mouth shut, not wanting to irritate her even more than she already was.

“Sorry… I just… I’m tired of not knowing anything.” Kory murmured, playing with the gold ring around her finger,

Dick nodded, “We’ll figure it out.”

Kory didn’t share the same level of hope Dick seemed to. She felt like she was at a dead end and that her answers wouldn’t be found by spending more time on Earth.

“Dick… I think… at some point, Earth won’t give me any more answers. I think I might have to figure out the way that ship works and go back. I think I’ll need to go home to Tamaran.”

He felt a cold, sinking stone in his stomach. He’d been afraid she would say that. It made sense, of course, but he didn’t think he was quite ready to say goodbye to her just yet. Having her around felt right; the four of them had been together since this all began with Rachel finding him first.

Sure, they had more people around them now but still… he needed Kory with him and so did Rachel and Gar.

“Yeah… I thought you might say that.”

She gently nudged his knee with her own and he looked up to see her smiling at him slightly, “But… that won’t be for a while. Like you said… memories are coming back… just slowly. Might as well stick around for now.” She paused and her lips curved into a smirk, “Sides… you’re all growing on me. Can’t go just yet.”

Dick smiled at her, the ache of his heart ebbing ever so slightly.

#Titans #dickkory #dickkoryweek2019 #dickkory week 2019 #dick grayson #koriand'r #dc comics #fanfiction #oneshot #first time writing them and it was interesting to say the least #nightglider124

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weia-yo · 4 years

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Make Our Garden Grow (outline)

So back in december I wrote the first chapter to a planned fic for the undertale secret santa (@undertalesecretsanta) and have unfortunately been struggling to write the rest of it. I’ve decided (with @frankpanioncube‘s permission) to post this fairly long outline/summary so that anyone who was interested in where the story was leading would still get to know what happened. I hope y’all enjoy!

(if you wanna reread ch. 1 you can find it here)

ch 2: Reader pov, Papyrus (offscreen) launched a bone attack at a politician and reader was helping the embassy pr department trying to make it less of a big deal (not that difficult because everyone loves the co-ambassador and agreed the politician dude was being a jerk).

Reader and Asgore (still known to reader as Gar-Dad-ner) joke via email about this and Asgore mentions he's glad human reception to monsters has been fairly good while hinting he was worried it would be very not good. Reader assures him that the embassy is doing it's part to help out and (having guessed that Gar-Dad-ner is a monster) offers to help him personally if he needs it.

ch 3: Asgore pov, a couple months later Asgore starts thinking about his growing friendship with a random stranger, and a human at that. He ruminates on how her working at the embassy probably means she's relatively close by and he could conceivably meet her, though he enjoys being able to build an anonymous friendship without having to keep up appearances and worries maybe her finding out who he is would mess with that somehow.

Later he gets a message from her asking what he looks like because she's curious. Despite his concerns he decides he trusts her enough and sends her a photo. She initially reacts with shock and a tiny bit of disbelief but realizes it actually is him, and then sends him a pic as well. It occurs to Asgore after several minutes of staring at her photo that he thinks she's cute.

ch 4: Reaver pov, she's reeling a bit from realizing Asgore is her online friend, but she decides it doesn't really matter; she likes talking with him and that's not about to change. The only thing that changes is the fact that she thinks he's kinda cute, which she tries to kibosh as there's a thousand reasons that wouldn't work out.

So she does her tasks as usual and looks forward to talking to Asgore again. He then asks if she's going to attend the Gala because it might be a good opportunity to meet face to face. Still squishing down her feelings (albeit less successfully) she says yes.

ch 5: Asgore pov, at the gala, he notices the same flower arrangements he saw that day at the embassy he helped Reader make but he can't find her anywhere. He tries to be discreet and asks around for who arranged the bouquets and learns she's apparently home sick. Slightly concerned now, he pulls away for a moment to message her.

ch 6: Reader pov, she's sitting home alone not doing much. She gets a few notifications and ignores them, not feeling up to interacting with anyone. Reader then gets the more intrusive tone of a voicechat invite and realizes it's from Asgore, so she picks it up. He says he was worried because he heard she was sick. She's evasive, trying to say she's not that sick even though she decided to stay home, but Asgore presses her.

She finally gives the mostly true answer that she didn't think she would fit in at the gala and lied because she didn't think people would understand. Asgore goes a bit quiet and tells her he can't leave until the gala ends but still wants to meet her and asks where would be the most convenient. As most places would be closed she sheepishly suggests her house, which Asgore very happily agree to. Reader then scrambles around for a minute trying to organize things before deciding it would be better if Asgore saw the mess and didn't think she was more put-together than she actually was.

ch 7: Asgore pov, he's nervous. He goes up to her apartment and she lets him in. They exchange small talk for a minute before Reader admits she hasn't been fully honest. She tells Asgore the reason she skipped out on the gala/felt like she wouldn't fit in was because she didn't feel 'important' enough to be there. In her words she's just a secretary helping out people doing the 'real' work, that the only real significant thing she did was make some bouquets for an office party that they liked enough to reuse for the gala and she didn't even come up with the arrangement.

Asgore tells her that she actually is important, and she starts to respond that she probably is if she got his attention but he cuts her off before she can finish; he has nothing to do with it, she's important no matter who she is to other people and that trying to base your self worth on who you are to other people can be very damaging (strong hints that he had to learn that due to going through a more severe version). Reader feels a little better at that and thanks him. After a bit of silence and letting everything sink in she decides to admit she likes Asgore and asks him out on a date, and he accepts.

ch 8: Reader pov, the next day they go to a monster cafe Asgore recommended (added benefit that the standard clientele wouldn't be weird about Asgore and a random human eating dinner there). It's nice and subtle, basically feels like a regular hangout between friends but with an extra romantic undertone. They finish that up but Reader doesn't want to go home yet and asks Asgore if there's anything else he wants to do, so he suggests going for a walk in the Forgotten War memorial park (pointedly not named by asgore) which Reader has never visited.

It's pretty, has soft lighting, feels a lot more overtly romantic than the dinner and they start holding hands. A few minutes later they stop at the primary feature of the park; the garden Asgore planted and helps maintain. Then Asgore remembers she might not like it because of her recent flower-related issue and starts apologizing, but Reader tells him she loves them.

What she wanted to tell him was that the only issue she had with the flower arrangement stuff was that she felt obligated to do so because nobody else was available, while this garden was clearly something Asgore genuinely cared about and that she greatly appreciated that he wanted to show it to her, but in that moment she couldn't figure out how to properly sort all those feelings into words.

So instead, taking advantage of the fact that Asgore is crouched down over the flowers and thus not towering over her, she walks over to kiss him.

#asgore #asgore/reader #undertale secret santa #undertale #writing #make our garden grow

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24 Days of Dickkory-smas

2. Pretend boyfriend/girlfriend for family Christmas party (ao3)

“I need your help.”

Things never end up well when Dick pops his head into her cubicle with such words. Last time, they both almost got fired over one of his so-called brilliant ideas. Before that, she nearly flooded the staff bathroom to prove him wrong about something. Then there was that time they got locked out of the building at midnight with all their shit still inside and no mean to break in.

So, really, Kory should stop entertaining him. It’s assured to be a shit-show.

Which is why she sighs and turns toward him. Or, well, turns as much as she can while her feet are propped up on her desk and her keyboard is balanced on her stomach – what? She likes to be comfortable at work, okay! “What do you want this time?”

And thing is, Dick is half decent at his job when he feels like it. He’s also the most popular guy at work, with the majority of people-attracted-to-men lusting over his (arguably interesting) ass all day long. But Dick has about zero skills when it comes to socialising, and to relationships, and to basically acting like a normal human being. Which is funny as fuck most of the time.

Which also means he rambles. A lot.

“Well, see, my sister is organising a Christmas party this year after a few years of us not really gathering as a family – you know how it is, she travels a lot and Rachel isn’t always the best at family shit, and driving back to Gotham isn’t that practical to us. And, anyway, Donna is going all in this year, big dinner at her place with lots of people, food for days, even…”

“Dick,” she interrupts him. Puts him out of his misery, really. “To the point.”

He sighs, and frowns. Cute. Almost. “She was very sarcastic about it, all ‘Guess you don’t need a plus one?’ so, obviously, I had to argue back. And well, long story short, I told her we’re dating so, are you free next Monday evening because I need you to be my date?”

Her mouth has opened agape halfway through his speech, but it’s only once Dick is done that Kory actually starts laughing. And laughing. And laughing. Tears pearling at the corners of her eyes that she brushes away with a knuckles, even if her body is still shaking with silent giggles. Dick looks upset, quite obviously, but it’s hard to take him seriously when he apparently decided to re-enact a Hallmark movie, just because – well, because he’s a petty dude, apparently. Kory can almost relate to that.

“Are you out of your mind?” she asks with another peel of laughter. “Your kids know we’re not dating; they’ll snitch in a second.”

He looks… almost sheepish now, which is totally not what she’s used to when it comes to Dick. Like, yes, the guy is awkward as fuck when it comes to making small talk, but at least he has enough confidence about him that it almost looks like he knows what he’s doing at all times. Except now, apparently.

“That’s the thing, right. I told them, and they find it fucking hilarious. Even told me they want to see this shit happen, just to see me fail. I think there’s bets going on and all.”

Kory has met Dick’s kids a couple of times before. They’re both cute as buttons, even if they definitely give as good as they get when it comes to sass and wit. Definitely take after their foster father in that category. And, well, maybe it’s the sick part of Kory talking, but she kinda want to see that shit happen too. And she’d never say no to spending more time with Rachel and Gar, cause those kids are awesome.

Which is basically how she finds herself in Dick’s soccer mom van not even a week later, on her way to Donna Troy’s Detroit loft. Dick has been prepping her for days about this shit, so now she can only picture his sister as some kind of crazy helicopter sibling who believes vaccines are causing autism and everything is cured by essential oils. Why else would he put so much effort in this story, after all, if not because his sister is off her rockers?

Needless to say, ‘surprise’ barely covers how Kory feels when the door to the loft opens on a very beautiful, very put-together brunette. Donna grins from ear to ear at the sight of them, hugging the two teenagers first, then Dick. Despite knowing they are not blood-related, Kory can’t help but notice how much they look like each other – it’s the way they hold themselves perhaps, or how Dick’s rare smiles seem to mirror Donna’s.

“And you must be Kory,” Donna exclaims as she pulls Kory into a hug too. “I’d say I heard a lot about you, but this one never tells me anything.”

“Like you tell me everything about your girlfriends,” he replies, petulant.

Kory jumps in. “Girlfriend, singular.”

Donna is grinning even more now, and Dick throws her a surprised smile before he checks himself and pulls an arm around her waist. It’s stiff and awkward, and he’s obviously not used to acting like that, but muscle memory is a beautiful thing to Kory. It only takes her a few moments to relax, leaning into him just enough that soon his arm doesn’t feel so uncomfortable around her or his body so tense against her side.

“You’re doing great,” she whispers to him as they make their way instead.

“Shut up.”

Donna’s Christmas dinner is less of a family matter than a quick get-together with friends, and Kory is soon introduced to many people who all seem to more or less know Dick and whose names she forgets the moment they move on to another conversation.

Thankfully, both for Dick’s social anxieties levels and for Kory’s boredom levels, Dawn and Hank are quick to arrive too, and stay by their sides all through the evening. Kory does enjoy Dawn’s company – so peaceful and quiet, her voice soothing even when she tells a particularly funny joke – and is glad to see at least two familiar faces. It doesn’t take long until a biracial guy, who introduces himself to her as Wally West, joins them in their corner of the loft.

And it’s so interesting, seeing Dick outside of work. Yes, there’s been the odd night out at a bar here and there with their colleagues, and that one dreadful picnic their boss all forced them to attend. But it really is something else to see him surrounded by friends who’ve known him for quite some time now – he’s more relaxed than she’s ever seen him, more at ease. He’s smiling a whole lot more too, and perhaps Kory is starting to understand why everyone and their brother has a crush on him.

“You all look like a Benetton advert and a half,” Donna jokes as she walks toward them, beer in hand. “Kory, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Dick shares a meaningful glance with her – of course they were expecting Donna to go all big sister on her ass tonight – but Kory rolls her eyes at him before she stands up. He has nothing to worry about; they did make up a believable story and she does know how to lie flawlessly.

Donna asks her to help with the cheese cubes or some other bullshit, just the two of them in the empty and quiet kitchen, so Kory isn’t fooled. This is less of a nice chat and more of an interrogation, at this point.

“It’s nice that you could come tonight,” is how Donna decides to start the conversation as she takes some stuff out of the fridge. “I haven’t seen Dick that happy in a while.”

Well, he did promise Kory he would do all her annoying paperwork for two months if she agreed to this so – sure, he must be thrilled. “Thanks? I guess.”

They do set up to cut some cheese and put it into bowls, which proves more arduous than Kory had anticipated, what with her nail extensions and all. She’d rather not take an emergency appointment at the salon between Christmas and New Year, thank you very much.

“Don’t tell him I said that, but I worried about him. Between his jobs and the kids, I think he often forgets to just – live, you know? It’s good that he found someone.” Donna smiles at her, and it’s soft and loving. Not for the first time, Kory aches for her own family, halfway across the world. “Especially with the way he talks about you.”

Her eyes widen, just a bit. “He talks about me?”

“Oh, girl, I was only fucking with him earlier. It’s been going on for months now, every time I manage to have him on the phone. Always complaining about how your bonuses are bigger than his and how your boss likes you better, and Kory this, and Kory that. It seriously only was a matter of time before he realised how bad he had it for you.”

Kory finds herself grateful for her dark skin – it definitely helps hiding the blush on her cheeks and how warm her entire face feels all of a sudden. She has a hard time believing Dick would just rant about her to his sister if given the chance, even more so than she has a hard time believing siblings actually still call each other to gossip in 2018. But it’s – cute, almost? Definitely heart-warming. The thought of Dick complaining to Donna about her, over and over again, until it became A Thing, capital letters and all, doesn’t fail to make her smile.

“But seriously though,” Donna goes on as she gathers a bunch of cheese cubes before dumping them into a bowl, “not to be all ‘if you hurt him, I’ll hurt you’ about it but – he’s seen some fucking shit in his life. And I know he can be a pain about, well, basically everything but… be nice to him, okay? Cause I’m strong enough to break a few of your perfectly manicured fingers.”

Kory can’t help but smile at that, even though Donna is dead serious about it. It’s comforting, in a way, that someone is as protective of him as Dick is of his kids, that someone cares about him just enough to make threats about his happiness. It makes Kory long for something long forgotten, left behind in a country she no long calls home.

“Whatever she’s saying, she’s lying,” comes from behind them, the two of them turning around to find Dick standing in the doorway. He looks between her and Donna, before his eyes stop on Kory. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, we’re done. Thanks for the help, Kory.”

Donna grabs both bowls before she walks away, leaving them alone in the kitchen. Dick lets her go, before he moves closer to Kory. She pretends to focus on plucking bits of cheese from under her nails, just so she won’t have to meet his eyes; she doesn’t know if she’s quite able of such a thing right now, not when Donna’s words still ring in her ears.

“Seriously, though. You okay?”

He’s right in front of her now, hand curling around her elbow. Kory has no choice but to look at him, and witness the flash of worry in his eyes as he takes her all in. She feels stupid and childish – like a school girl who suddenly realised that the boy was pulling at her pigtails for months because he actually likes likes her. And she doesn’t know how to react, because maybe she was replying in kind all this time to hide the fact that she likes likes him too. What a concept.

“What are you doing next week?”

He frowns, just a little. “Next week is New Year’s Eve.”

“Yes.” Genius.

Dick frowns some more, looking into her eyes for – something. She doesn’t know what, exactly, but it makes her stomach fluttery all of a sudden with the way he takes a step closer, fingers tightening around her elbow. He’s so close she can see the specks of gold in his eyes, so close her red hair brushes against his face.

And he’s smiling now, one of those real but rare smiles. “Spending the evening with you?”

She might be smiling, too. “Good answer.”

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So for your ocs could you do numbers 1 through 15?

1. How many different places have they lived?

Emma: Has traveled the world and speaks at least five different languages fluently. Can communicate somewhat effectively in ten others.Eliza: Has lived in Dakota City her whole life until she moved to BYU Idaho for school, and then Barcelona, Spain for a mission.Astra: Lingkyra was and always will be her home. Her spirit lives with those of her people. Mount Justice is welcoming, but can never measure up to her Ancient Utopia.Samantha: Sand Diego girl through and through.Kiran: Travels a lot to explore with her parents, but she’s only ever lived in Washington DC and Delhi, India.Jaina: There’s Coruscaunt, and unnamed secret planet for the protection of her and her brothers, Yavin IV for training, Mount Justice, Ossus, and then Coast City. The universe is her home.Lorena: Also a San Diego girl. But Atlantis is amazing too.

2. What is their dream vacation?

Emma: Anything where she or her family don’t have to fight crime. Even a staycation would be fine if Bruce wasn’t so focused on catching Calendar Man of all people.Eliza: She likes cruises so long as her parents aren’t helicoptering over her and her health all the time.Astra: No vacation. The Universe must be defended.Samantha: Family reunions are the best! Even a house full of flies is great, so long as she’s got her cousins, silly aunts, musical uncles, and the rest of the family (based on a true story)Kiran: Visiting Archaeology sites isn’t exactly a vacation for the Singhs, but it’s got the sightseeing built in and Kiran gets to skip school so she counts it. She loves spending time with her parents.Jaina: Just let her have peace and quiet for a few seconds that’s all she’s asking.Lorena: Hawaii.

3. What is their favorite color?

Emma: RedEliza: BlueAstra: PurpleSamantha: RedKiran: Pink!Jaina: Purple and GreenLorena: Silver

4. What is their favorite book?

Emma: Elantris by Brandon Sanderson. She reads it with Kaldur.Eliza: Secrets of the King’s Daughter by Renae Weight MackleyAstra: She has only ever really read the history of Lingkyros, but the myths and legends are entertaining.Samantha: Dragon Slippers by Jessica Day GeorgeKiran: The RamayanaJaina: It’s childish, but her favorite will always be the Little Lost Bantha Cub. Her parents reading to her and her brothers will always be her favorite memory.Lorena: Goose Girl and the other Books of Bayern by Shannon Hale.

5. Have they ever cheated on anyone before?

6. Have they ever been cheated on?

No, though Kaldur betraying the team feels a lot like being cheated on to those who loved him.

7. How many partners have they had?

Emma: She’s only seriously been with Kaldur’ahm, but she has dated Donna Troy, Luke Fox (he’s so cute, okay!), Frankie Charles, Nadimah (from the BG of Burnside), and a couple of people who are dead now.Eliza: Eliza has been on many dates, but she has only seriously dated one or two of them (Kaldur, and a guy from BYUI when he went dark)Astra: TwoSamantha: *Sammy voice* “Ain’t nobody got time for datin’!”Kiran: She’s been so wrapped up with her studies and her parents that she never really thought that anyone would want to be with her until she met Kaldur.Jaina: Jagged Fel, Kaldur’ahm, Tenel Ka, and Zekk PeckhumLorena: She had a “boyfriend” in middle school but it was a kid relationship. She eventually thought it was dumb and broke up with him. And now she’s with Kaldur

8. Already answered

9. Already answered

10. Introvert or Extrovert?

Emma: She’s in the middle there.Eliza: Introvert, unless she’s onstage. She gets spiritual support on her mission.Astra: Extrovert.Samantha: More introverted. She likes to keep to herself but when she does talk to other people or strike up a conversation with a stranger she can make them feel very special by the questions she asks and the attentions he gives them.Kiran: ExtrovertJaina: IntrovertedLorena: extrovert

11. Have they ever been arrested and why?

Emma: A few times as a hero, mostly when she was first starting as Finch, but she always escapes. She got a DUI once, on a bad day. She has never drunken again since.Eliza: Never. She is scared to death of police cars.Astra: She was never arrested on her home planet,t he model princess, but she gets approached a few times when first acclimating to Earth, but they were never good enough to actually bring her in.Samantha: NopeKiran: How dare you accuse my perfect angel.Jaina: So many times for various offenses during her rebel teen phase, which is strange because she’s supposed to be a Jedi. She is single-handedly responsible for half of Leia’s gray hairs.Lorena: She’s too good to get caught.

12. Who would they sacrifice their life for?

Emma: Literally everyone except the Joker or Lex Luthor.Eliza: Her parents, Raquel, Kaldur, the team, baby Amistad, and it’s not a person, but she would sacrifice everything for her belief in the LDS church.Astra: All the people of LingkyraSamantha: Her family especially, but also her teammates and the people of San Diego.Kiran: Kaldur, her kids, her parents, Kamala, M’gann, Artemis, Zatanna, Raquel, Gar, and Cassie.Jaina: The entire Universe, which she just might have to do.Lorena: Her family and all of Atlantis.

13. What are their spending habits?

Emma: She likes to be wise with her money like her parents taught her, but Bruce is a billionare so either way he sends her 5mil at the beginning of every month like he does the rest of his children.Eliza: She works very hard to earn money herself for her mission and her car (her parents insisted on paying for college, and they agreed that a mission was something to personally save for). She will always splurge on clothing, accessories, and stuffies. She owns a zoo and an aquarium of plush animals.Astra: She is very conservative with her money, only authorizing insane amounts of money on necessities like food, shelter, water, education, and protection for the people of Lingkyra.Samantha: Her parents can also pay for her school, but she has to save up for a mission. She shares a car with Abby when she gets old enough, but she doesn’t really like to spend too much money, unless it’s on food or books.Kiran: Is drowning in unused notebooks and pens. She loves to spoil Kaldur, and they both love spoiling their kids.Jaina: lol what money?Lorena: Gets an allowance from Aquaman for superheroing and spends so much time trying to think of how to spend it in a way that shows him and her parents that she’s responsible so she usually ends up putting it in savings.

14. Do they like hot or cold temperatures better?

Emma: She likes it in the middle, like fall/spring weather.Eliza: She likes the hot weather. Better for swimming. And outdoor theater performances!Astra: Lingkyra has a temperate climate over the whole planet, so extreme temperatures bother her to the point of sickness. She is not allowed to fight and of the ice or fire villains. Junior always tries to flirt with her anyway (she has that effect on people)Samantha: She likes the cold because then she can wear her scarves, hats, and favorite boots.Kiran: She doesn’t like desert heat, or winter cold. So let’s say in the middle. Fall has such pretty colors, and she can wear her favorite shawls (it’s like carrying a blanket all the time)Jaina: She does not care. Either way, she’ll adjust. And she’s probably seen worse before.Lorena: She likes warm wetter, also better for swimming.

15. Are they religious?

Emma: Yes, Christian.Eliza: LDS Christian.Astra: There are many religious sects on Lingkyra, but she has never participated in one, even though her parents were devout worshippers of their own sect.Samantha: LDS Christian.Kiran: Hindu.Jaina: Does being a Jedi and believing in the force count?Lorena: No.

(I really like making my characters religious. It’s very rarely seen respectfully in media, and religion plays such a big part in my life, I want to see it in others too.)

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luffysmeat · 7 years

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Two years, six months

A/N: Don’t you guys love when I say “I’ll try to make the next one shorter” or “I’ll be posting it tomorrow/tonight/tosometime”? Because I DON’T. Anyway, this is the last fanfic scenario of this pregnant series! Yayayayay, I am actually really happy with the result and I’m glad you guys are too! And that the anoncakes that asked for them said that they’re enjoying, ah. Life goals. I hope you enjoy this one too! It’s 2:57 am so I’m not making a proof-reading. i’m lazy af, sorry!

DISCLAIMER (and, due to disclaimer, SPOILERS): this is totally headcanon, i don’t know if Law can actually inherit his childhood’ illnes to his offspring, because of the Ope Ope no Mi and all of that, but I live for DRAMA and ANGST, guys, so OF COURSE HE CAN HERE! Again, this is totallty HEADCANON~ ♥

Words: 2,477 (under the cut for OBVIAS RAZONES)

“Ah, it’s [Name]-chan!”, Bepo squeaked as soon as your feet landed on the ship’s deck; he quickly ran to you and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling your cheek with his fluffy one. “Where were yooouuuuu?!”

“I’m back~”, you giggled, breathing heavily and sweating a little as you pressed the package close to your chest with one arm, the other wrapped around Bepo. You felt someone rustling your hair as Bepo kept crying.

“We were worried”, Penguin said as he neared you, meaning that the one rustling your hair was Shachi. “Where have you been? We were leaving without you”, you rolled your eyes, smiling as you kept trapped between Bepo’s arms.

“I went to a special mission”

“Well, Captain is specially angry at you right now”, Shachi said, and you patted Bepo on his back, making him cry harder.

“It'll be alright”, you said, but then frowned. “I think... Is he in his room?”, they nodded. “Then I’m gonna see him now. Thank you for worrying about me”, they blush and you bowed at them after Bepo let you go.

You quickly headed to his quaters and once you were right infront of the door, you knocked four times to let him know it was you. One knock for each syllable on “Tra-fal-gar Law”, and you were just slightly surprised when he didn’t answer, of course he would be angry, you entered his room anyway.

“Captain?”, you close the door behind you.

“Where the fuck have you been?”, he asks, his back facing you as he scribbles down in one of his journals, three books open infront of him. You sigh.

“I went to-

“Do you know how worried I was?”, you frown when he puts his pencil down but he doesn’t turn around to see you. You can see his shoulders tensing.

“I only left for a couple of hours, Law”, you try to explain. “You said it was okay if I wanted to buy some things, so I-

“But you didn’t say you were leaving!”, he finally gets up to face you and you flinch a little seeing his angry expression. “Listen, you can’t do whatever you want, whenever you want, [Name]!”, he screams, failing his arms around, he was really angry. “Your decisions affect the rest of the crew and me, why wouldn’t you tell me where were you going?”

“I just thought-

“That’s the problem!”, he interrumpts you again and you just press the package harder against your chest. “You always think only on yourself! You don’t think about the problems your actions may cause or the consequences of your acts!”

“Law!”, you try to speak up. “Let me just explain to you-

“No! I don’t want you to explain anything to me!”, he rubs his face with his hands. “Dammit, [Name]. Sometimes I wish you just leave!”, you widen your eyes. “Sometimes I can’t stand looking at your face and deal with your shit!”, you feel your cheeks starting to heat up and your eyes starting to burn. “Sometimes I wish I had not asked you to be part of my crew”, he finally sighs and doesn’t look back up at you as he sits infront of his desk again. “Tell everyone to not interrumpt me”, he says as he starts to scribble on his notebook again.

You try to swallow the bump growing on your throat and a strangled noise comes out, Law doesn’t bother to look back as he turns just another page from his book. You nod, even when you know he can’t see you and silently make your way out of his room, you jump seeing Bepo, Shachi and Penguing right infront of you.

“[Name]-chan”, Bepo whispers and you feel a tear falling down your eyes.

“Ah! Captain says that he doesn’t want anyone disturbing him”, you say, smiling at them the best you could as more tears keep sliding down your cheeks. “I think I’m gonna go and take a rest, if you don’t mind”, they don’t say a thing. “Excuse me”, you bow and quickly make your way to your room, closing the door behind you. “What do I do know?”, you ask yourself before covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the sound of your sob.

The package pressed on your chest suddenly felt heavier as the little person growing inside your belly. It was only three months, approximately. You placed a hand on top of your tummy, if Law can’t stand looking at your face… how would he stand looking at your child’s face, even if it was his too. You sighed and got up from the floor, placing the package on your bed as you go through your things, looking for something to write and paper and, sitting on the chair infront of your desk, you start to scribble down with shaky hands; tears sometimes ruining your letter, forcing you to start again.

***

“Captain!”, Bepo screams, banging on the door. “Captain! Open the door! Captain, Captain!”, Law jumps awake and growls, dragging the chair back and getting up to open the door.

“I told [Name] to-

“[Name]-san is gone!”, Law growled again, a vein popping on his forehead.

“I clearly told her-

“She’s gone, Captain!”, Bepo repeats, finally crying and shaking Law by the shoulders. “She left! She took a few of her things and- and-

Law widened his eyes and pushed Bepo to the side, running to your room. You left a few things here and there, but your backpack, that you always left in one exact spot, was gone and so where a few things from your wardrobe. You were gone.

“She left something on the bed”, Law jumped a little when he heard a voice behind him, he didn’t recognized it and he didn’t care as he walked to your bed, watching a little packege wrapped in a brown paper and a little note at the side.

Dear Law:

By the time you read this I, hopefully, had left the ship. Don’t bother looking for me. I don’t want to be a burden for anyone… maybe this is a bit sudden, and I definately will regret this decision by the end of the day, but it’s probably the best for the crew, for you and for me, now that I think about it.

Anyway, when we were down town, yesterday, you said you needed this medicine, but since you bought a lot of books you didn’t have enough money to buy it, so, instead, I bought it for you.

I hope it works perfectly, I almost got caught by a few marines and it got a bit shook because of my running. Don’t worry about the marines, I took care of them.

It was nice to be part of your crew, Law. And it was even nicer to be part of your personal life. You’ll always be my lover. I don’t think I’ll find anyone like you ever again. I still love you and I always will.

Take care, Law.

-Forever yours, [Name]

“Captain…”, he now recognized that sound as Bepo’s voice.

“We’re leaving”, he says, taking the medicine and the letter.

“But, Cap-

“I said we’re leaving, Bepo”, he closes the door of your room and looks up at his navigator. “Right now”

“… Yes, Captain”.

***

You wake up at the silent crying of your child. Your eyes snapping open as you sat up in bed, he was curled beside you.

“Baby, sweetie, what’s wrong?”, you ask, brushing his bangs out of his forehead to wake him up, and you feel him burning.

“Mommy, it hurts”, he cries, opening his arms and looking up at you, you frown, looking at his redened face and eyes filled with tears. “Mommy”, he makes grabby hands at you. “It hurts and I’m cold”

You pick him up in your arms kissing his burning cheek. He’s going to die. You can’t help but cry a little. You look outside the little window and see the snow falling into the sea, but you know he’s not cold due to the weather. It’s the sickness. This sickness is taking away your child and he’s only two years old.

No. No, it’s not going to take him away from you. You need to find someone that wants to cure him. This thing is not contagious. You need to find someone. You have to. For him. He’s too young and he has a whole world to see. He’s just a baby.

“I’ll find a doctor, Hikari”, you promise, getting into your coat the best you can with your child between your arms. “I’ll find you a good doctor that will help you feel better, my love”, you cover him up with his blanket and he wraps his arms around your neck, nuzzling in the crook between your shoulder and neck, his little legs around your torso.

You put on the hoodie of your coat and open the door of your little house, the cold wind making you and Hikari shiver; you close the door again and got a bit scared that it would crumble down. It was too tiny, just a little square being the room-kitchen-bathroom-living room all together and it was too fragile. It maybe will come down soon. You’ll need to find another place to live.

After leaving the Heart Pirates’ crew you stayed in the same island, it was tiny, and the people were nice to you, soon enough you were part of them and they even hid you from the marines. Everyone was exceptionally nice when Hikari was born, but, after he turned one, little white marks started to appear on his face and body, you took him to the Hospital, and you were more than surprised to hear them screaming and saying horrible things at your child.

“A monster! It has the Amber Lead Syndrome! Amber Lead Syndrom!”

Needless to say you beat up everyone around you who said horrible things about your child. You didn’t know what was this illness, but the nice people around you suddenly turned their backs to you and your child, they still loved you both, though, and helped you to build a little house near the beach.

Sometimes people would come and bring you food and all that kind of things, because they thought they’ll get the infection too. Some other times other people would come to try and kill Hikari, but of course, you were stronger and you’ll live for your child. And you have to live now because you need to find someone to cure Hikari from this.

“How are you doing, baby?”, you ask, patting his back softly as you walk towards the little boat you bought back in time, just in case. Today was the case.

“I’m fine, mommy”, he whispers and looks up at you, showing you his bright smile, his brightness not reaching his steel-blue eyes, you smile anyway.

“Good, baby”, you kiss his forehead. “Why- why don’t you sing with me, hmm?”, he lets out a breathy giggle and nods, leaning into you as you start to sing softly along with him, your arms wrapping tighter around him.

But where are you going to go? The sea is angry right now, would it have mercy on you and your dying child? And what if they try to kill Hikari again? However you can’t stop your feet, they keep guiding you to your little boat. You touch your side pocket to make sure you have the Log Pose, it is there. Also-

“Mommy”, Hikari stops singing. “Am I going to die?”, your heart contracts at his question and tears start to run down your face. You can’t lose him too.

“I don’t know, baby”, you answer honestly and he sobs. “But I’ll do the best I can to keep you alive, Hikari. You’re my light, Hikari. That’s what your name means, so I’ll not let my light go out. I’ll find you a doctor. I’ll find yo-

Oh God

“Mommy?”, he looks up at you, but you don’t look back at him, you’re too busy looking at the ship.

“Baby”, you gasp. “Baby, cover your ears, mama is going to yell right now”, he quickly covers his ears and you take in a deep breath. “LAW!- I’m going to run now, baby, hold on tight", Hikari nods and more tears fall down your eyes as you quickly run to that ship right beside your little boat. His ship. "LAW! LAW! LAW PLEASE! I NEED- I NEED YOUR HELP!", the sea is muffling your yelling, but your feet keep running and running and-

“[Name]?”, you jump and turn around. “Is that you?”

“Law”, you whisper and suddenly your world is spinning around two people, one in your arms, shivering and whimpering in pain and the other infront of you, looking at you wide wide eyes. “Law”, you whisper again and get closer to him, and you’re thankful when he doesn’t step back. “Law, oh God, Law, I need your help. I- I don’t know why you’re here, but I need your help, please!”

He looks at your eyes and you feel a shiver running down your spine, he’s looking at you, but then his sight goes lower unitl he’s looking at the little bump curled on your chest.

“Is that-

“Law, I don’t know what’s wrong with him”, you cry, pressing Hikari closer to you. “The doctors here don’t want to help! They call him horrible things, they try to kill him, Law. Please help me”, you uncover Hikari’s hand to show Law the white marks on his skin. “Use your ability, I can’t lose him. He’s my child. He’s-”, Law’s face is a combination of a lot of emotions, but it’s too late when you notice: “He’s your child, Law”

“Shit”, he mumbles. “Shit. Shit. Shit, [Name]!”, he looks desperate, his shoulders and hat getting covered with snow as he walks to one side to the other. “You should’ve told me before you left! Why-

“I don’t care! Just help me, dammit! Can you?!”, Hikari feels havier and you hear his breathing getting wheezy, he’s dying. In your arms, right now. “Law- Law please, he’s my baby. Help him, I’m begging you, I-

“To the ship, [Name]. Now”, he starts to walk towards the ship and you notice his shoulders shaking, and it wasn’t because of the cold. “Hurry! He’s going to die if we don’t hurry!”

“I will not let him die!”, Law looks back at you and he shivers seeing your determination.

“No, you will not”, it’s the only thing he says before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pushing you.

“Hikari?”, he hums. “Sing to mama, yes?”, he nods and his little weak voice starts to fill your ears as Law pushes you and you try to keep your legs going.

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AS I AM DETERIOTING - FAST AND HAVE TO SEEK ASYLUM at the usa embassy - IN KUALA LUMPUR IN MALAYSIA - AS SOON AS I AM ABLE TO - BUT WHAT IF I AM CONFINDED TO A WHEEL CHAIR ? I AM DYING AND REQUIRE URGENT HELP

THE HARDEST THING - IS TOO WATCH YOUR SELF DIE - OR WORSE BE CRIPPLED - I HAVE LOST SO MUCH TIME - 2 YEARS - I WILL MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES IN TYPOS - AND ALL THESE VIDEOS THAT GOT MIXED UP - WHEN I GO BLIND I CANT SEE - SO JUST FORGIVE - THESE PEOPLE JUST WANT ME DEAD.

MY LEGAL REQUEST FOR CRIMINAL CHARGES TO BE FILED. NOVEMBER 20 2018

PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM REQUESTING CRIMINAL CHARGES BE FILLED ON MY BEHALF TO ALL THAT I CONTACTED IN CANADA. IGNORING - DISMISSING MY APPEALS HAS RESULTED IN A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE - LOTS OF SUFFERING. I REQUEST - THAT THE ENTIRE STAFF OF CHC-KL BE PLACED ON RESTRAINING ORDERS AND NOT COME NEAR ME & CRIMINAL CHARGES BE FILED FOR ATTEMPTED MANSLAUGHTER I REQUEST THAT RESTRAINING ORDERS - BE PLACED AGAINST - DR. HEDY FRY - HER STAFF - & College of Physicians and Surgeons of British Columbia

I REQUEST THAT DR.HEDY FRY - CANADIAN CITIZENSHIP BE REVOKED - DUE TO HER NOT CANADIAN ENOUGH STATUS. I REQUEST THAT -DR HEDY FRY -MEDICAL LICENCE BE REVOKED DUE TO HER CRIMINAL ACTIVITIES AND KNOWN ASSOCIATION WITH TERRORIST GROUPS THAT SUPPORT ISIS. VIA JUSTIN TRUDEAU I REQUEST THAT PENALTIES OF 500 MILLION $ BE LEVIED AGAINST ALL LEGAL ENTITIES THAT I HAD PETITIONED FOR HELP. ESPECIALLY THE CANADIAN GOVERNMENT - SOS CANADA - CHC-KL THE MINISTER OF CITIZENSHIP - GAR PARDY ETAL. I REQUEST A RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST CANADIAN PRIME MINISTER JUSTIN TRUDEAU WHO IS A VERY DANGEROUS MAN NOT ONLY TO HIMSELF BUT TO ALL OF CANADA. I REQUEST CRIMINAL CHARGES BE BOUGHT AGAINST JUSTIN TRUDEAU AND HE BE INCAERATED INDEFINITELY.

DUE YO THE INCREDIBLE CORRUPTION OF MALAYSIA AND CANADA AND MY DEATH BEING SOUGHT BY BOTH COUNTRIES - I HAVE TO SEEK IMMEDIATE ASYLUM AND THE LAW SUIT COSTS ARE - IN THE 500 MILLION DUE TO MASSIVE INCOMPETENCE AND THE CRIMINAL NATURE OF ALL PARTIES

U.S. Embassy Kuala Lumpur 376 Jalan Tun Razak 50400 Kuala Lumpur Phone: 60-3-2168-5000 Fax: 60-3-2142-2207

Dr. Lawson Baird Address: 2190 York Ave, Vancouver, BC V6J 3X1, Canada +1 604-733-9110

URGENT REPORT TO THE PRIME MINISTER OF MALAYSIA - PLEASE STOP MY DEATH IN MALAYSIA DATED JUNE 17 2018 - i am hemorrhaging- so require emergency support

President Donald Trump [email protected] 1600 Pennsylvania Ave., NW Washington, DC 20500 alex neve and the disgusting amnesty canada - block me - how childish You are blocked from following @AmnestyNow and viewing @AmnestyNow's Tweets.

Dear Christopher de Caermichael

As the issue you have raised falls within the portfolio responsibilities of the Associate Minister of Immigration, Hon Kris Faafoi, your email has been forwarded to the Minister's office for consideration.

Thank you for writing to Jacinda.

Dinah Okeby Office of the Prime Minister

Thank you, I am grateful and I wake up every day wondering if its my last or how much longer will it be before it is my last. I am terrified by all these experiences - I am doing everything to stay alive. I did years ago win a scholarship for Medicine and due to all these incredible circumstances - I can create temporary body hacks - to I suppose just keep me alive. All this political melange - this quagmire of Trudeau's Canada and Malaysia.. its a nightmare.

I know this is not an easy task but its doable due to the extraordinary laws that are available if requested and warranted. Along with Trudeau's Bizarre notion that you must sue Him,, Canada and phalanx of Canadian services for Millions of Dollars to become worthy of being Canadian. And to access the 1 Billion $ Consular fund created for such a need as the one that I am in. The fund exists - but its held under The Kings prerogative. As you see, I have reached out to everyone - as per the requisite need to establish this as a crime. Per se. And for protection against Canada and Malaysia.

So please feel free to contact who you must. I have to try and focus on getting better. To travel and to go through the most excruciating Medical tests to establish if my life can be saved. And then what? If you read up and become familiar with Leptospirosis - Persistent Human Leptospirosis - Weill's Disease and the cornucopia of ancillary diseases and condition that it spawns.. Thank God its not Contagious just fatal ...

Its so complicated - I have many files still to process to make sense of all this. As it seems Malaysia is a domino affect that once you engage just by being a visitor you can land you in these extraordinary circumstances. I have never encountered this level of filth before. To place saturated bedding with Rat feces / Urine on a Guests Bed? TO attack and then extort $ and to publicly scream that you are going to kill me ? And then for me be so sick that you cant defend yourself, get Medical help, be abused by Canada on top of this Malaysian madness. I alerted the CHC-KL in March 2017 - through August Begging for Help. They laughed at me. At the time I could not understand what was happening ? So you have access to a detailed chain of events and emails to all and sundry in Canada - Begging for help..

The images below are some of what i have endured. The 300- 400 poxes, blisters, the incredible fevers - that burnt my feet. The heart being damaged, the pain, the blindness - the exhaustion - all this with no medical assistance. I just report it to Canada. I reported it to The Vatican and then to the world. Why have i survived? I am bed ridden - gained a ton of weight overnight - or pseudo weight as it could be the Kidney, Liver, Heart being swollen. And it could be fluid retention. So I am very careful.

I did finally find a Health Food store with Vitamins that if taken in large enough quantities. Can ameliorate the situation.?? I will need to be stronger to attempt any rescue mission.

- I am striving to make the huge amount of information simpler

L' Appel du Vide - How Canada and Justin Trudeau can get away with my death. By Cristoph De Caermichael January 29th 2018

I had no idea a year ago after I was infected that I would still be stuck in Malaysia and suffering from a dangerous often Fatal infection. The role which Malaysia and Port Dickson and the insanity of Coco Bay condominiums can never be underestimated. The decrepit Jack Goh and the condos Rat infested apartments requires serious investigation.

People will die here due to the Rats and the insanity of its locals. My life is at this time over and death awaits unless I get help. I am only planning for March 31 2018 - simply as I have to contact as many people that I can in advance of my physically in person showing up at an Embassy or Consulate or Commission in Kuala Lumpur. FOR EMERGENCY MEDICAL REFUGEE STATUS.

Malaysia Medical system or any so called legitimized system is defunct, chaotic, dysfunctional, corrupt a dazzling look into what may be a modern Hell. I was denied Medical Help from anyone - I was dismissed and sent packing to so many Doctors and Medical centers - hospitals - they all denied that any treatment was available. That no drugs were available - No doctors were deemed qualified enough and not a member of their staff. Don't worry there are virtually months of Blogs and Vblogs shot at the crime scenes, if you will.

I had documented this and tried to video these encounters - I did get verbal confirmation by 3 doctors - that it was the Doctors unwritten ethos to treat visitors to Malaysia. They laughed as they told me - That I must understand that due to the many medical crises that the Visitors bring - The paper work - the Medical staff considerable lack of Medical experience and language skills as well as the Malaysians penchant to do has much harm as possible to all.

This was told to me by Malaysians who after I explained my experience - they were delighted to tell me - Welcome to Malaysia. This is well known in local culture and they explained to me details that I had not shared with them. Its de rigeur to behave with this hostility. Plus the targeting of Foreigners by the locals looking to extort $ or harm these visitors. It is a vile country.

I simply am too physically damaged to endure a lengthy interrogation of any kind. People will not understand so much of this Ordeal and as verbose as I am ... my audience will be utterly confused and create Harm. . Why? The Following reasons are the underlying causes of this spectacular situation. (1) Any Citizen from a cultured society with Progressive Consular Laws, protects the rights of its Citizens and therefore anyone from England, France, Germany, Australia, New Zealand Scotland, Ireland, USA etc. These citizens are protected by Laws that Canada has refused to and in fact submits its traveling citizenry to extraordinary situations that often end up incarceration in a foreign country and death.

(2) Justin Trudeau is using a centuries old Law to sentence me to death. The Law is The Maple Crown's The King's Prerogative and the Mercy Prerogative that gives Justin Trudeau the privilege of ? sparing my life or sentencing me to a painful death. . Its an extraordinary piece of ancient Law that places TRUDEAU above the Laws of Canada or even The Commonwealth.

The Only 2 powers that can nullify this abomination of the Law is The Queen of England, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth and her also overwhelming Laws of Prerogative, But Her Majesty is also the Queen of Canada and those of the Commonwealth that her faces grace the countries monies. The second is The Vatican - Pope Francis and the Holy See have access to The Rome Laws that support my petition against Justin Trudeau. Seeking my death is against all Humanitarian Laws including those of Canada. In fact it states that Trudeau has placed himself above the Laws of GOD.

The Literature I read in regards to JT interpretation of this law is that he prefers that Canadian Citizens who like me are attacked are imprisoned or in this case die in a Country with worse Human rights laws. This gives Trudeau the unprecedented ability to choose whose life may be saved or NOT. This 1 Billion $ Consular Fund set aside for any issues that Canadian Citizens. Except he has decided that you may or may not be - Canadian Enough? This style of policy is similar to the One that Adolf Hitler used as his part of his Juden Extinction Manifesto. Hitler is a very hated man for causing the death of so many innocent people.

The wrath of the Despot, the Dictator, the Malfeasance are well recorded. Canada has a certain now tarnished reputation in involving its generosity to welcoming the worlds disenfranchised. But that welcome is erased voided bastardized for any Canadian Citizen NOT Canadian enough.

I had no idea in January 2017, what I was dealing with from the moment of the infection and its wild smorgasbord of infection that will lead to my death. I struggled to stay alive - being Bedridden - and in a haze of infection - The Images are everywhere in my many blogs and videos.

Anyone treated like myself would be the many Indians, Indonesians, Thai or some indentured laborer, whose Life is deemed as worthless. Segue to what Canada did to me. My life was deemed worthless by The CHC-KL - The office of the Prime Minister Justin Trudeau - DR. Hedy Fry a famous Canadian Political and Medical Dr. Who works a few blocks from St.Paul's Hospital - One of my hospitals. A Woman who also knew my maternal family. She too refused me any Medical treatment or assistance.

Canada - The LIBERAL CANADA under Justin Trudeau - sentenced me to death. How can this happen? If I had not tried to understand this Bizarre dastardly situation and contacted you all, then my death or my life would never be known. I ask you to help- assistance is required and its Urgent - I do not need to die in this manner. ? The heaviness of this thought and almost certainty weakens me further.

I wrote all of Canada that I could. I contacted every Lawyer, Activist, Foundation, Policy Maker. TO NO AVAIL as of Yet. Yet I continue to try and set up all communication to ensure I survive what I perceive will be an intense legalistic ordeal to get me to URGENT MEDICAL ASYLUM.

The Malaysians are a mind boggling reality of an extraordinarily obtuse nature of obscurification and misdirection.

In simple terms - the Lies, deceit, the massive corruption. Do you think they are going to be kind to me? The Police are aware of me as I made sure of that - But again they will not incarcerate me until they are forced to - The Paperwork- The lack of any Medical trained staff to understand in any language - English, Malay, Chinese - to discuss this situation.. They know of the extortion of me by their citizenry but its classed a MISUNDERSTANDING.

So this is a real crises. A certain spiral into death or being crippled for the rest of my life by Canada and Malaysia. Due to Filth, Corruption- Its Beyond belief - Why me, Lord? Why me? So how do I live? Where do I live? Canada has essentially though not as yet legally banned me due to certain death. How can I ever be safe ? If Trudeau is above the Laws of Canada and the Laws of any Civilized nation - there is nothing to prevent from ? They denied me Medical assistance and there is a 20 year old history of massive Medical abuse that led to me searching the world for treatment. Their Medical abuse cost me 100,000.00 to reconstruct and it led to many other complications that led me to Asia. So do I have to have restraining orders against Justin. As this is pure Villainy and Dr. Fry?

There are 160,000 Canadian Government employees who according to Trudeau can uphold and implement any dastardly act such as I have received. Fear of Canada. Fear of Malaysia. Fear of Death. I contacted all the Famous Canadians - thinking that they were Canadian enough. No Responsesorial Psalm. Crickets. I Bombarded The Vatican and Italy and England. So to you- All - I beg, Plead - Beseech . There are so Many Legal Precedents that support and Save me - But The wastrail who sits on the Maple Throne Justin Trudeau knowing the costs and the reluctance of his peers - to support me - with costs that can start at 10,000,000. But as Canada guarantees that the cases go to The Supreme Court - Winning is more easily achieved. Trudeau is so confident that He is above the law. That he fears or cares naught of the life of one of his lesser citizens. Or of his Peers.

The Videos https://youtu.be/OJJsBjZCDPU https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_prerogative

BREAKDOWN FROM THE PAIN https://writerswrite000.wordpress.com/2018/12/14/the-files-in-regards-to-asylum/ https://thecanadiandebacle.wordpress.com/2018/08/23/the-great-canadian-debacle-circa-2018/ https://www.change.org/p/human-rights-campaign-free-a-canadian-trapped-in-malaysia https://writerswrite000.wordpress.com/2017/12/03/a-hitch-in-my-giddiup-canadian-legal-system-a-world-exclusive/

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Murphy day Pt. 4

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Epilogue

Pairing: Bad Batch x Reader

Words: 3480 words.

Warnings: Medical stuff without much detail.

A/N: YAY last chapter of this series! This was a lot of fun! Hope you guys stay tuned for more Bad Batch fics! Don’t forget to leave comments, always much appreciated!

Fors is an Original planet. I do not give permission to people to use it for their own fics, the planet, the animals, the Nightmares, the lore or anything related to Fors. Thank you.

At first, you felt numb. It felt like your mind was wandering around, completely separated from your body. Where you should be feeling your hands and feet, there was only nothingness, a way too cold nothingness.

Then the soreness poked at the corner of your brain, slowly assaulting your nerves, crawling up your body until all you could feel was a mass of terribly aching limbs. A constant discomfort deep within your throat prompted you to cough it out to relieve yourself of the nagging feeling, the weak attempts miserably failing to alleviate the sensation of something invading your throat.

As you tried to raise a hand to rub at your neck, you realized that something was keeping it down. Something warm. And tight.

Like Tech's hand when he was pulling you away from the predator on your tail. Or when he was dangling in the air on the verge of death, the only thing keeping him from disappearing into the abyss being your fingers clutching his hand.

Fear flooded your system, fighting the exhaustion paralyzing your limbs. Your hand closed around the warm soft object in your grip, your hold tightening despite the pain radiating from your fingers. You couldn't let go. He would die. Your friend would die.

You didn't hear the yelp over the frenetic heartbeat booming in your ears, your closed eyes projecting you directly to that day when the dark sky offered the perfect camouflage to the draconic reptile. He was concealed in the dark, waiting for you to drop your guard. No. He was waiting for you to drop Tech so he could feast on his flesh.

Your eyes flew open in terror as the hand in yours slipped slightly, your fist crushing it with all your might to keep it secure.

The unexpected brightness brings tears to your eyes, the first droplets falling down your cheeks before a familiar figure invaded your personal space, his other hand flying to your shoulder in a comforting grip.

His lips were moving, trying to tell you something that you couldn't hear over the hammering of your heart or your quick breathing or the hectic beeping sound on your left.

Lifting your head a little, pain exploded behind your eyes, forcing your head back down immediately. Your eyes moved to your hand, still imprisoning another's in its vice grip. The sight made you relax slightly. You'd not dropped him.

Before your attention could return to the person hovering above you, his hand on your shoulder retreated as someone else took his place from your other side, a total stranger that looked oddly familiar in some way. He moved quickly around you, talking to you while putting something terribly cold onto your chest multiple times before removing something taped to your face and removing the thing down your throat.

You coughed as you felt the thing move out, more tears leaking down your face at the effort.

"You're okay Y/N." You finally heard, your mind concentrating on what was around instead of yourself. "You're okay." He repeated in case you still didn't hear him, his other hand returning to your shoulder.

His dark locks seemed even wilder than they were in the jungle, although they weren't slick with sweat and rain anymore. His armor was off, leaving him in a black skin fitted suit that allowed you to appreciate just perfectly fit he was beneath all that composite. His tattoo was still intriguing, but his eyes reminded you too much of someone else to let yourself wander about how soft the ink would feel beneath your fingertips.

"T-" You coughed at the roughness of your throat, increasing the pulsing feeling into your skull.

"Don't talk yet." Hunter chided, getting closer as the other man moved around, checking machines and bags disposed all around you. Where was water when you needed it?

"Tech's fine. All he got was a bruised hand." His gaze moved to your joined hands on the bed. "No wonder. You've got a hell of a grip."

Your eyes widen in realization that you were still clutching him in a terribly tight grasp, pain erupting from your white fingers as soon as you relaxed the tension.

He shook his hand once before massaging his digits to resume the blood flow. He turned to you, all traces of pain washed off his face, relief, and exhaustion taking its place.

"You scared us all to death, you know that?"

You frowned, unsure as to why.

"Tech said that the fall should have been fatal." It clicked in your head, your fall replaying back in your head, the air hitting you full force, your stomach on the verge of your lips, the screams resonating in your ears.

"Somehow, you survived the fall and we took you to the closest GAR medical outpost."

You frowned, looking around to the room but were interrupted by a light flashing directly into your eyes. You blinked, surprised but tried to maintain them open for the apparent exam.

"Follow the light." The doctor softly instructed, obliging as he moved the light from right to left. He nodded in approval. "Does it hurt somewhere?"

You nodded slowly, a finger pointing at your head the best you could with your stiff joints.

"Your head?" You nodded in confirmation.

"Your pilot will be monitored closely for a while. As of now, her vitals are good and I'll give her something for the pain." He addressed Hunter, the latter nodding in understanding. Your head tilted to the side, your eyebrows dipped in a frown. Pilot? "Keep her rested, no moving around like the other one." He finished on a disapproving tone and pointed look, pressed some buttons on a machine right beside you, and left the room when Hunter promised to keep you in bed.

"We had to pass you as our pilot so you could be treated here, so play the game." He whispered when the doctor exited the room and turned to meet your confused face.

Your eyes widened, quickly shaking your head because you don't know shit about ships! What if someone asked you about stuff GAR related? Hissing, you abruptly stopped, your head spinning and hurting.

"Stop that. You may have survived but you had a severe concussion, some internal injuries, broke an arm, a few ribs, and have lots and lots of bruises." His eyes roamed your face, analyzing the different colors painting your skin, although you couldn't care less because your eyes caught the cast enveloping your right arm.

You were fucked. You'd never be able to go home and act like you didn't go out on Murphy day. You'll get punished, your life will become more miserable, people will avoid you even more than they already did. Maybe they'll quick you out of the village!

Your face must have shown your panic or maybe it was the fact that the beeping sound accelerated along with your heartbeat, but Hunter got closer, his hand reaching for your shoulder once more.

"What's wrong?"

"T-" You coughed before clearing your throat. Your mouth felt like it was full of sand, but you had to get it out. "They'll know-" You winced. "-I was out."

"Well. I'm sure they know by now." He looked sheepish, scratching the back of his head like that, almost uncomfortable to tell you some precious information. "You've been out for a bit less than a month."

"A month?!" You choked, eyes widening in shock. This couldn't be possible. He must have hit his head too.

"You're awake!" The door to your room opened swiftly, letting inside the rest of the batch, all without armor. Tech hurried to your side first, taking your bruised hand in his and staring at you like he couldn't believe it.

"I am." You answered in a daze, still distracted by the fact that you missed a month.

"You should be dead." He whispered in awe.

"Jeez, thanks for the vote of confidence." You coughed as Hunter called his brother, horrified.

"No, I mean… I'm happy that you're alive! All I'm saying is that you had a 50% chance to die from a 48 feet high fall. But headfirst?! Your chances were close to none!"

You gulped. "Cool?"

"He should be thanking you instead of telling you all that." Hunter pointed out, a hard look on his face directly focussed on his little brother.

"Thanks," Said brother whispered, his free hand scratching his neck in shame. "for saving my life. Twice."

"No thanks needed. You'd have done the same." You moved your hand so you could give him a comforting squeeze.

"Sarge told you you'd survive the day Y/N!" Wrecker approached from Hunter's side, happiness lacing his voice.

"And I told you guys would give me your bad lu-" Your smile disappeared as soon as you took in the bandages covering his naked chest. Some patches of exposed skin were tainted from a sick yellow to some dark green, worrying you to no end.

"What happened to you?" You croaked, coughing when your voice raised in pitch.

"There." You heard Crosshair’s low voice before a cup appeared in front of you.

"I don't think she shoul-"

"I want it!" You hurried out of breath, cutting Tech before anyone could think about following his instructions.

Taking the cup from Crosshair's hand, Hunter approached it to your hand not attached to a cast.

"Good to do it yourself?"

"I'll try." You shrugged, fighting past the exhaustion in your bone to lift your hand to the white carton cup, only for it to burn up all your energy. "Shit."

The good point was that whatever the doctor gave you was working perfectly, the throbbing in your head was gone and the pulsing in your hand as well.

"Here." The cup reached your lips and very slowly, Hunter tilted it to appease your thirst without drowning you in the process. You would have been mortified at the idea of being helped like this, but in this very precise situation, all you could think of was drink.

Lie. This is not sweet! Bacterias! You almost spit it out by reflex but remembered at the last second that they surely wouldn't give you undrinkable water. It was difficult, but you forced yourself to swallow.

Once satisfied, you lifted your head to signal to Hunter to back off. You hummed your thanks, smiling gratefully and totally ignoring the smirk Crosshair send his tattooed brother, focussing your attention on Wrecker instead.

"What happened?" You repeated yourself.

"The giant snake hit me with its tail." He shrugged like it was nothing. "I'm fine, don't worry. I've survived worse!"

You stared him up and down, wondering how in the universe he could have survived that. Its tail was rock hard to allow it to move underground. There was no way-

"What could be worse than a Basilisk wanting you for dinner?!"

"That'll be a story for another time." A woman said from the door. "Now that you are awake we need to run some more exams." She smiled warmly at you, and you immediately knew that you liked her. "You can all come back later."

"Aw already?" You chuckled slightly at Wrecker's disappointment.

"Unfortunately. But I promise to take good care of her for you all." She replied, entering the room to get to the machines at your side.

"We'll be back." Hunter promised before bending to your ear, whispering cheekily, "You're a hell of a catch. Never think otherwise." Leaving you agape to follow the others out without a glance back. He didn't need to, the heart monitor told him all he needed to know. You were mortified. He had heard you by the river.

Crosshair saluted you in the doorway, Tech patted your hand, Wrecker waved and Hunter smirked before closing the door.

"I've never seen them so worried about someone else other than the four of them. It's nice to see them opening to someone else." She smiled, noting information on her datapad.

If only you knew… I know them for only 2 hours top.

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You gulped down the last bit of your small breakfast, the tasteless bread leaving a soggy feeling in your mouth.

You'd slept like a baby after Mylana finished to examine your cast, reflexes, and more. Your strength returned during the night, allowing you to lift your cast-free left arm to feed yourself.

Patch, the clone doctor assigned to your case passed to assess your improvement and informed you that he'd remove the nasogastric tube so you could eat by yourself. Removing the thing was nasty, definitely something you didn't want to live again but it was worth it. Or so you thought. Because the food here was depressing compared to Fors’ vast variety of fresh fruits, meat, and vegetables.

It was only when Patch presented himself that you realized how different the Bad Batch was from the rest of the clones. He was the very first 'normal' clone you encountered. It pushed you to think about how the batchers must have had it hard, to live in a world where everything must be identical and you're not. They had no chance to conceal it, to be themselves like all the others because they were physically different. They had no chance to try and save themselves. It was infuriating and unfair.

"How's breakfast?" Tech asked from the door, moving uncomfortably from a foot to the other.

"Not what I'm used to but it’s edible." You shrugged, waving him in. "Don't be a stranger, I'm your pilot after all."

Tech chuckled at that, closed the door to sit at the foot of the bed. For a while he sat there, watching his fingers, sometimes pressing them together but never facing you.

"You don't have to apologize for anything Tech. I don't know what's bugging you, but it's fine. I'm alive." You told him honestly, surprising him.

"I-What I said yesterday was inappropriate and I'm very sorry. It's just- I watched the recording times and times again and- Why did you let go of my hand?" He finally met your eyes offering you disbelief, confusion, sadness, and betrayal on a golden plate.

"I told you there was nothing to apologize for. I let go of your hand because I didn't want to drag you down with me." You lifted your hand when he opened his mouth to interrupt you, effectively shutting him up. "I'd do it again. Don't beat yourself over it, because it's not your fault Tech." You ended firmly, no trace of your previous amusement on your face.

He analyzed your face for a second before averting his eyes.

"How's your hand?" You asked, eager to fill the silence.

"Still bruised." The corner of his lips lifted slightly as he showed you his colorful hand. "I couldn't close it at first, but it passed." He chuckled. "Oh, and I had to wash my armor at least 3 times to get rid of the phosphorescence."

You laughed full-on before pain shot through your chest at the movement.

"Don't make me laugh!"

"Slept well then." Hunter entered followed by Crosshair and Wrecker with a black shirt on this time.

"Best night of sleep I had in a while Sarge." You beamed. It was true, the life in the village was hard enough. Not because of your work, but because the incessant persecution was heavy to bear.

"Good to hear. We came back after the exam but you were asleep." He positioned himself at the foot of the bed, letting Wrecker all the place to sit in the chair at your side.

"Thanks for letting me sleep then!"

"Even if we wanted to wake you, Patch would've had our asses before we even opened the door!" Wrecker laughed, stopping his poking of the fluid bag hanging near his shoulder to smile at you.

"He just wants me to be discharged sooner than later." You batted his hand away as he resumed his movement.

"Speaking of discharge, we'll take you back to Fors as soon as you're cleared." The playful smile fell of your face in a heartbeat.

"Oh. Ok. Thanks."

"What's the matter?" Crosshair approached at Hunter's question, clearly wanting to know the answer.

"Nothing. Can't wait to go back." You faked a smile that didn’t reach your eyes, not fooling a single clone in the room.

"What is it?" The sniper inquired, surprising you that he'd care about your feelings and well, you.

"It's just… I'm done. People know that I went out on Murphy day and they certainly think me dead right now." You explained.

"Well, they'll be happy to see that you're not." Tech tilted his head, not understanding where the problem was.

"No one misses the village's freak. Ever. They won't throw a celebration because I'm alive, they'll kick me out for breaking the law, and because I'll attract them bad luck."

Silence fell over the room and suddenly you felt an urge to pull on the needles in your arms and hand and run out the door to avoid the conversation and all the shame accompanying it.

"You're not a freak." You scoffed at Wrecker, all the insults thrown at you during your life echoing in your head like a curse.

"Wanting more than just living the life that was imposed on me at birth doesn't fit under the norms on Fors. A female having weapons is not acceptable, even less a female hunting. Working a physical job instead of stayin' at home is not exemplary. Plus, I'm still single! I told off the guy who asked for my hand after my dad died and went as far as menacing him with a knife. After that, I was pretty much a goner." You recalled painfully, hands clenching around the sheets, eyes closing in shame.

"I'm always being stared at like a freak show, pushed around by my supposed peers, thrown in the mud when possible, or let behind in a storm. Oh let's not forget that I went out on Murphy day. Now, that's the dumbest shit I've ever done but damn did it felt good to break their stupid law! I'm sure I'll be exiled at best or executed at worse."

You finally took a deep breath in, canalizing your frustration to not take it out on the medical equipment helping you get better. The silence was heavier than before and you thought that maybe the drip Patch showed you for the episodes of pain could help you relieve some of the pressure crushing you.

"Your planet is hell." Was all Crosshair had to say for you to smile again.

"It is." You confirmed, eyes still closed.

"We need a pilot." That got you to open your eyes, confused at Hunter.

"So? I'm not a pilot. My planet doesn't even have datapads."

"We'll train you." Tech and Wrecker were as surprised as you were, although your big friend was the most enthusiast out of the group.

"Really Sarge?" He asked, hopeful.

"Wo there, calm down. We've known each other for 2 hours!" You reasoned in disbelief. He couldn't possibly offer you a job, an escape route out of your misery, after walking alongside you for 2 hours more or less. "You don't know me!"

"On the contrary, I've learned plenty in 2 hours." He countered, his serious eyes telling you that he passed his time analyzing your actions, your motives, who you were.

It was really tempting, but you couldn't help to feel that this was rushed. It was, right?

"Freaks help each other." Crosshair added putting a stop to your doubt. They were the same as you.

"I told you already Cross." You smirked at him. "You're not defects. Simply the improved versions of your species." You nudged his arm pressed at the foot of the bed that he was leaning on next to Hunter with your sheet covered toes.

"You seen Patch?" He lifted an eyebrow at you, not believing that after seeing the real deal you still talked highly of them.

"I did. Really handsome." You paused, to bit your bottom lip. "But that just means that you guys are even more handsome." He scoffed and you laughed, happy to get a smirk out of him.

"So, wanna become a pilot?" Hunter reiterated, waiting. He seemed so patient, unbothered, but you could see it beneath the surface. He was anxious to know the answer.

"On one condition." Held your chin high, ignoring how Wrecker's face split into a wide grin and how Tech straightened at your side.

"Name it."

"I wanna touch that tattoo of yours." You smirked.

Wrecker exploded in laughter, Tech blinked in incredulity until it dawned on him and his cheeks became pink from the blood rush and Crosshair simply rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the bed.

"Deal." He smirked in turn, not once moving his eyes from your lips.

Finally.

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District Judge Jon S. Tigar

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United States District Court 450 Golden Gate Avenue, Box 36060 San Francisco, CA 94102-3489 415-522-2000

Media & Public Outreach Lynn Fuller [email protected]

White House Email Addresses President: [email protected] Vice President: [email protected] Comments: [email protected].

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URGENT REPORT TO THE PRIME MINISTER OF MALAYSIA - PLEASE STOP MY DEATH IN MALAYSIA DATED JUNE 17 2018 - i am hemorrhaging- so require emergency support

Dear Christopher de Caermichael

Thank you for writing to Jacinda.

Dinah Okeby Office of the Prime Minister

I did finally find a Health Food store with Vitamins that if taken in large enough quantities. Can ameliorate the situation.?? I will need to be stronger to attempt any rescue mission.

- I am striving to make the huge amount of information simpler

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Why is Justin Trudeau obsessed with the United Nations?

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Dear Christopher de Caermichael

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I did finally find a Health Food store with Vitamins that if taken in large enough quantities. Can ameliorate the situation.?? I will need to be stronger to attempt any rescue mission.

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THE BOOK of 25 - FINAL CONFLICT OF INTEREST BY CANADA #1

Here is what Canadian people are saying. Ezra Levant: THE REBEL . These were sent to me recently as I had a naive understanding of this reality. That it would end. But not that it would end me. https://youtu.be/RHqwXgOzKUc https://youtu.be/P8Kj-R4Ja08 https://youtu.be/s-ECF8WP37w https://youtu.be/GENIBmlzPfU https://youtu.be/f7bslrJ3vJU https://youtu.be/gKZEfrW5m7Q https://youtu.be/03AKvZRumKg https://youtu.be/kIupesLj7SA https://youtu.be/5Fj_ArAhcYY https://youtu.be/z_BVjrPV2KM Vladimir Putin President of the Russian Federation Президент Российской Федерации @PutinRF_Eng [email protected] Embassy of the Russian Federation H.E. Valery N. Yermolov Address: No. 263,, Jalan Amp… forwhomthebelltolls00.wordpress.com A PETITION TO BECOME A REFUGEE FROM CANADA DUE TO THE KING.pdf I have contacted the whose WHO - as the Canadians I have contacted have left this Planet. BREAKDOWN FROM THE PAIN https://youtu.be/3uXQH_sh23I

https://forwhomthebelltolls00.wordpress.com/2017/12/09/canadian-in-deep-doo-doo-in-malaysia-death-on-the-menu/ https://writerswrite000.wordpress.com/2017/12/03/a-hitch-in-my-giddiup-canadian-legal-system-a-world-exclusive/ Canada is only detriment The Recap has a ton of notes - and i really require assistance. All these people know of me - but are waiting for 1 person to respond in the affirmative - to get me to Hospital FORMAL PLEA.pdf Gar Pardy.pdf RECAP.docx So please help I have to take the fight away from Canada Vladimir Putin - Russia may be the only super Power capable of being has ruthless as Trudeau is .. Maybe you can help as this Canadian Human has no rights

https://www.facebook.com/ezra.vs.facts/ Cristoph, we're sorry to hear about your troubles. It's not clear from your posts why Trudeau is the ruthless dictator you say he is. What would you like us to do to help?

That I do not know. Well - I think I do. Trudeau due to interpretation of The law - Its all there in the blogs - but apparently I have no voice - and cant get the world leaders to respond - but is there a lawyer you know that can make the calls to Say - Angela Merkel? ThE Vatican - Putin ? I sounds ridiculous but I am in so much danger and not of my own doing Talk about it on AIR - the same people JT - Hedy Fry are involved I am asking for 200 Million - not that I can get it but its large enough to Gain INTEREST

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THat image is hard to read. Anyway, none of us are lawyers here. I recommend seeking one out and talking to them. Cristoph The courts do support this but I am not a lawyer either and I have tried to contact - many a lawyer Cristoph But isn't Ezra a Human Rights Activist? https://www.facebook.com/ezra.vs.facts/ He claims to be, yes. Perhaps you could reach out to him directly. He has his own page on facebook. No, it's a different page. This page actually discusses and dissects Ezra's political rants. Be careful, though. We think that Ezra is more interested in using stories like yours for political gains than actually helping people. Well, we here don't want you to go through hell. We just don't know what we can do to help you

https://youtu.be/lsoywZf3HAQ Give me a letter - A-Z and I can reply with an appropriate if not an epithet but a choice adverb,, adjective etc to underscore JT's diminished aspect. But JT prefers Blackmailing us all - especially if you are Catholic. There is so much vacous rhetoric coming from Canada. What has happened has absolutely nothing to do with me. The only attributed to me - was that I was here in Malaysia and got caught in a snipers scope created by incredible corrupt forces. Canada is a force - Malaysia is a Force. Both are very dark and malignant. I was deemed a canary in a coalmine, years ago - as I was so sensitive that I would have amazing food or climate allergies or chemical environmental allergies to the atmosphere. So I lived carefully and prudently. Trudeau is acting like a mench. There is Trudeau the man- Jekyll and Trudeau the Prime Minister - Hyde. Malaysia is a petri dish of disease - smog - and filth. Both of these situations I knew nought of. I am like siddartha meditating for peace and healing and somehow stepped into slippery world of deceit. Lies, extortation - hypocrisy - danger beyond belief. Some of mentioned you dont have Medical Insurance? What good is Medical insurance when they are as i was told No Doctors - No medecine - no care. If I had Insurance - I would be no further ahead. I have been told that the doctors in Malaysia will just kill you. Go home. But I was too sick- could not board my flight April 1st. Could not get Medical help. Canada ? Canada refused - to cooperate - instead - sentence me to death. So I am dying and trying to live.

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https://www.change.org/p/human-rights-campaign-free-a-canadian-trapped-in-malaysia The concept of L'apelle du vide is apt. In 1997 / 1998 my jaw was butchered in Vancouver Canada. It was noted as a fatal injury? I had no idea that it was indeed that. The cost of the Vancouver repairs occurred in Seoul Korea for a mere 100,000. $. And years to recover. But recover I did and I excelled and I thought I had put all this behind me. I did not know that the repairs would have such again fatal consequences. it seems medecine is still experimental. The korean Dentist experiment with the bovine bone jaw fillers unknown that its genetic component was a fatal toxin to me. But I again survived most of it. Back in Toronto once again - experimentation and much worse. Toronto was and is very toxic - due to its environmental and climate polutants. The Pollution will surprise you. As I succumbed to Toronto's toxic pollution i sent my results and Blood tests back to my Dr. in Seoul Korea. His findings were truly troubling. He said to me - I dont know why in Toronto Canada of all places you will be suffering - with wait for it. Radiation Poisioning. You be the judge the video shows a lot of bizarre events - and posted in the video is the list of pollutants. Who gave me all this info the Toronto pharmacists - as they are the contact point for a lot of people and as the Doctors just saw billing #, and illness- they saw us as People. They provided me with the details that you are watching. I asked how and why can this happen? They said the doctors cant say anything - as its all malpractce suits - the City, The province and the country Canada - if it admitted that its fiscal policies included dumping Uranium into the sewers and accepting radio active waste from for example The Love Cannel - The law suits would https://youtu.be/H1uYramQOf8explode. So shh! Justin Trudeau begged us all Not Canadian Enough Canadians - to talk about any of this - as Toronto far from being a Glittering Jewel is just a radiation dump - an abattoir within Dante's Inferno. So again L'apelle du vide. Indeed after my divorce I moved to Vancouver and discovered I had developed a huge # of allergies based on toronto's toxicity. I spent 2 years fixing all that living on the verge of the famed Stanely Park. 2020 Comox became my home for 10 years and the pure pacific sea air and the extraordinary old world forest at Stanley Park, restored me. Fast forward 20 years - lightening struck twice. Toronto was indeed again very toxic x 500 and my doctor (s) kept pumping me with antbiotics to treat allergies that reacted to the drugs - creating more allergies and deadly anaphylaxis. So the choice was to leave for an extended holiday - 6 months -1 year let my system clear naturally and come back and discuss these findings. I was successful until I was brutally attacked - with a known fatal (again) pathinogen. I fought again for my life- and then discovered that I was in the L'appelle du vide. Canada and Trudeau via the King's Perogative sentenced me to a painful death. Please help me live and fight the sectaular Justin Trudeau and Canada's whim and preorgative. I beg you. The reality that you represent is God Sent. You have Angela Merkel, Joseph Ratzinger - Benedict XVI Vatican Foundation and The Holy See on Speed Dial. You know Vladimir Putin and all the Heads of Europe be they Royal or elevated by Rank and Status from the rest of us, Hoi Ploi. You are as close to God in this situation. Unbelievable.

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