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partycatty · 4 months

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dilf!johnny cage > to heal

how it goes when reader dates older johnny following the loss of sonya

warnings: grief, age gap, mentions of sex but no smut written

notes: i want to gnaw on dilf johnny until he is nothing but bones. it is for that reason that this post is LONG. yappasaurus rex over here.

masterlist <3

•first of all mk11 was so bad at covering the grief of a man losing the mother of his child

•then again that also implicates that johnny is really, really good at hiding his emotions, especially around the people he's meant to be stoic around. i wouldn't necessarily cry in front of a thunder god or cryomancer either. and i'd try to keep it together for my kid.

•regardless, johnny falls into a deep, DEEP depression that eats away at him. he should have been there on that mission. he should've canceled that ninja mime shooting and spent one more day with his family before it was completely wrecked. and he'll tell himself this every time he looks at cassie's empty eyes. he stays sober, for her, but god does he wish he could just feel nothing sometimes.

•johnny stays smiles and jokes, but as soon as he closes the door to his sleeping quarters, all he can do is blankly stare ahead. damn him and his acting skills. he wants people to check up on him, but it's just so... hard to express his pain.

•some time passes and he considers himself recovered, but every time he sees his daughter excel in training or lips smile in the way sonya's did... god.

•imagine his surprise when his own daughter asks him to get back into the dating scene. cassie says something along the lines of "you're a sad old fart that needs a woman to get him off of the couch."

•cassie's right, unfortunately. johnny let his stubble grow in and hair grow increasingly wild. he didn't carry himself as well as he once did, which was especially worrying to those who saw him as the confident, sharp, charismatic character.

•johnny declines to his daughter, finding the conversation kind of off-putting. but, on a late tuesday, he decides "fuck it" and sets up a bumble profile while sitting on the classic leather dad recliner in the living room. the one thing he forgot to do? set an age range.

•so he's a little taken aback when a 29 year old you is the third person he swiped to. instinctively, he thought to swipe left on you, but curiosity got the better of him. he read your profile and realized you sounded incredibly mature and had the same interests as him. covering his mouth and holding his phone with the other, he swipes... right, feeling an immediate intense guilt.

•he doubted you'd match with him, but as soon as he swipes, a big "IT'S A MATCH!" covers his phone screen and he lets out an audible gasp, tightening his grip on his face. he then gets a twinge of embarrassment for himself. was he seriously flipping his shit over his first match on a mobile dating app? yes.

•johnny spends a good long while staring at the screen, wondering if you'd even message him. after all, men couldn't message first on the app. what if she thinks he's too old? what if it was an accidental swipe? what if...

•NEW MESSAGE! "hiii :)" johnny swallows, afraid to open the message. what would he say? what should he say? does bumble have read receipts? would you notice he opened your message and stared for several minutes?

•he settles on "hello, how are you?" it's been a while since he's had to genuinely flirt with interest, so he opens cordially. johnny was a charmer for sure, but this time he was playing for keeps, not just for fun. he also, unlike his younger version he met some time ago, wants to take his time.

•you two chat back and forth, and while you acknowledge to him that he is indeed a celebrity (and how hilariously stupid it was that he was on a public dating site), you express no real concern over it. you mention to him that you want to see him as a man and not a character. the deeper conversation of dealing with the spotlight could come another time, as johnny didn't want to scare you away.

•you two text for a lot longer than most matches on bumble. johnny's honestly terrified of meeting up in person. he wants to be so incredibly sure that it's you he wants to meet up with. he forgot to keep swiping, even. he was so fixated on getting to know you. he felt weird talking to multiple women on the app, since he was so used to married life.

•he can't bring himself to ask you on a real date, so you two settle on a friendly coffee chat. he shaves, gets a trim, and for the first time in a long time, stresses about wearing the right things. he even calls cassie and asks if he should wear shirt A or shirt B, but was very keen on redacting your age from the conversation. that was something he was afraid to disclose to her.

•what was this man so afraid of?? you are a SWEETHEART. you're so incredibly mature, have more "vintage" interests and asked so many questions, leaning in to listen. johnny didn't feel the need to perform, in fact, he found himself... with butterflies. he death-gripped his coffee to hide the fact that his fingers were trembling.

•one coffee chat turns into two, and then three, four, and eventually, he feels okay enough to plan a real date. his heart was swelling with excitement, a new warmth in his chest. you were so effortlessly patient and kind with him, never asking for anything of him besides his time.

•he plans a dinner date, squeezing you two into a lavish restaurant that he wouldn't have been able to get into if he wasn't a celebrity. he didn't want to overwhelm you with his money and fame, but god did he want to do this right. even though the topic of money was something you never thought to consider with him, he still wanted to show off at least a little bit. it's just in his character!

•there, he starts to come out of his shell a bit more. he starts flirting back, and you two hold hands across the table, intense eye contact as you converse freely.

•johnny takes a sip of his drink, looking down. but when he looks back up, he notices you admiring him with your sweet young eyes. and it's here that he realizes just how much you've revitalized him. he springs out of bed with a smile. you're the last thought in his mind before he falls asleep. when he is with cassie, he can't stop thinking about how much you two would get along.

•which, by the way, johnny is so incredibly sure to remind you that he has a daughter that's your age. you pause and think, trying to articulate your thoughts on the awkward circumstance.

•"i understand that it may be a little uncomfortable for her and the last thing i want is to drive a wedge between you and your daughter. you speak highly of her and i deeply admire that. i perfectly understand that she comes before me."

•johnny stops himself from tearing up. you're... just so kind. you're perfect.

•after the ninth date, he decides that he's ready to go back to your place. it's a quaint apartment, and it's there that you both make the conscious decision to have sex.

•it's slow and sweet, he's murmuring praises into your bare skin as he takes his time exploring a new body. older johnny takes his time with sex unlike his younger days. he needs to appreciate your beauty, complimenting every feature on your body. you're so divine.

•"such a pretty girl..." he whisper-groans above you, strong hands holding your hips in place with a passionate firmness.

•over the next couple months, he's still working toward officially calling you his girlfriend. a new partner in his life scares him, even if you make all of that tension disappear when you're around. it's just a lot to ask of a man to take that new step again.

•biting the bullet, he asks you at your doorstep holding a cheesily large bouquet, having to glance over it to get a proper look at you. you smile sweetly, nodding and immediately accepting in that gentle voice. you knew how much this meant to him to make things official.

•cassie eventually gets the chance to meet you, as her father brings you along to a holiday party with the family. it's... it's a little weird, she won't lie. i mean, it's just weird in general to see your dad with someone that isn't your mom. that's something that naturally needs time to adjust to. and your age isn't something she can avoid discussing.

•she doesn't hate you. she actually finds you quite enjoyable to be around! she's just a little uneasy that you're her age. but, after a long, long talk full of tears and reassuring words, cassie realizes she can learn to accept you being with her dad. i mean, she sees what you do to him.

•that sparkle in his puppy-dog brown eyes is back, and he just can't stop being engulfed by your presence. a hand is always on the small of your back, a grin always plastered on his face, and eyes are always locked onto you when you're doing the most mundane of tasks. he's chirpier, and people even joke that he seems as active as he was in his younger years. you got the old man's rusty gears turnin'!

•he loves you. he didn't realize he could do that again.

#mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mortal kombat #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage mk11

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moonie-moon-o7 · 2 months

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Whitebeard Pirates Incorrect Quotes

Ace: Hi, I'm Ace, and only you can prevent forest fires... seriously, it has to be you. I'm sure as hell not gonna do it.

You: I need a long word. Ace: T-rex but the long one.

Marco: Where are your parents? You: What are parents? Tatch: That’s just about the saddest thing I've ever heard.

Tatch: It’s Pride Month, you know what that means! Ace: I get to eat as many Skittles as I want? Tatch: What? No! What has the rookie been telling you? You, walking in, pouring Skittles into your mouth: Taste the rainbow, bitch.

Ace: How long do you reckon it’ll be until the rookie finally snaps and commits murder? Marco: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to them.

Tatch: WHO ATE MY BREAD?! Tatch: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K- You: I did? Tatch: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Kid. Tatch: *walks away* You: You: He's gone Ace. Ace, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in his mouth: Twankh uh!

You: If you aren't someone the church wanted dead 300 years ago, are you really living?

Marco: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night. You: All I drank were Redbulls! Marco: How many? You: Eighteen.

You: I wanna sleep for 40 hours. Marco: You know that's called a coma, right? You: You: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.

Tatch: What do we say when life disappoints us? You: Called it! Izou: No.

Tatch: Hey, You? I need advice. You: I’m pretty useless at giving advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment instead?

Teach: Go to hell! You: Where do you think I come from?

You: If I die, you can have what little I own. Izou: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die? You: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full. Marco: Marco: *Sighs* Let me call your therapist again.

#marco the phoenix #izou one piece #Tatch #portgas d ace #whitebeard pirates #one piece #one piece x reader #moonie moon <3

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zoeykallus · 4 months

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Hm? *gets hit in the face with a note* GAH- *opens the note* another request? But it’s with- *ahem* “I request Reader x Crosshair but make it with Pheromones please-” Oh no…

Aloha!

You are getting a lot of those notes, aren't you? 😁 Well, as it happens, I actually have an idea for a scenario like this, I'm telling you I gathered the wildest ideas in my fever dreams 😅

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot -

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Warnings: 'Good old' Pollen Trope/ Smut/ 18+/ Bondage/ Dubious Consent/PiV Sex/ Dirty Talk/ Strong Language/ Oral/ Feral Crosshair/ Graphic Description Of Sexual Actions/Overstimulating

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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AC: I feel like I've not written anything like this in years. Which of course isn't true, but it still feels like it. But I think I like what came out of this.

Crosshair keeps sneezing as you make your way back from your little expedition. The rest of the group is on an errand with Rex and his shuttle. You and Crosshair have stayed behind. Curiosity has driven you into the surrounding landscape of the Marauders' landing site. Even though Crosshair has no interest in the surrounding flora and fauna, he reluctantly came along, saying, "I guess I can't let you go off on your own. If anything happens to you, I will never hear the end of it when the others come back" You take off your gear when you get back, at least the things you don't need at the moment, as he sneezes again. Crosshair sighs and rubs his temples. You frown critically and say, "You should have used an air filter, like me" "Nonsense," he grumbles. "Well, I don't have to sneeze," you reply, shrugging your shoulders. He rolls his eyes and waves you off. "Just some pollen, nothing more, it'll be over in a minute" You pick up your data pad and say, "Some pollen can be dangerous, Cross"

When you call him by the pet name you're the only one to use, he rolls his eyes again, but he doesn't complain. He doesn't want to admit it, but somehow he likes that you've given him a nickname. It shows that you like him, and he likes the idea, but he won't admit that either. You browse through some information about the planet, especially the fauna, and suddenly stop. Something you've discovered makes you nervous. "See," he says contentedly, "it's stopped already, I don't have to sneeze anymore, it's all half as bad" When you don't answer, he turns back to you after taking off his armor. "Since when are you so quiet?" Again, you don't answer, you're engrossed in the information about a particular plant you've found. "Hey, Kitten," he says impatiently, "are you even listening to me?" You look up and ask him critically, "Why did you take off your armor? It's the middle of the day" Crosshair shrugs and says, "It's warm in here, and it's more comfortable without it" You say critically, "I don't think it's warm in here" He grumbles, "Well, I do"

"Any other symptoms?" you ask, a little alarmed. Crosshair reaches for your holopad, takes it from your hand, and skims the article you've just read. Depending on the amount of pollen inhaled...Heat flushes, sneezing, headache, followed by extremely increased libido, sexual desire bordering on animalistic proportions, loss of control... High probability of becoming a danger to yourself and those around you. If left untreated, the condition ends in extremely high fever, which can lead to brain damage or even death. No medical treatment options. Only treatment option is sexual relief (sexual intercourse/sexual acts that lead to repeated orgasms) "What the hell are you reading? Is that a guide to one of those dirty little stories you sometimes write?" Startled, you stare at him. "What?" Crosshair smirks, shrugging his shoulders in a suggestive manner. "Well, you fell asleep writing the other day and your pad was still on, just lying there. I took a quick look over it. It was pretty clear quickly what you were writing" You feel hot and cold, you're not sure exactly how much he's read, and you wonder if he realizes that you're imagining him as you write. But another thought outweighs your shame, your worry.

You scroll back up a bit on the pad that's still in his hands, point to the picture of a flower and say, "No, that's an article about this plant. We walked through a field of these flowers earlier while you weren't using an air filter. You're already showing symptoms" Crosshair blinks, skims the text again. "Oh," he says quietly. He tosses the holopad onto your bunk, rubs his temples again and looks around. He can feel it now, slowly at first, gradually but steadily increasing. His body temperature is getting higher, his thoughts are getting mixed up, there is a penetrating buzzing behind his temples, and there is clearly a very physical desire. "I need you to cuff me, for your safety. Where are my handcuffs?" Crosshair hears a click, then feels cold metal. You've cuffed his own wrist and chained him to the weapon rack. "I'm ahead of you," you say softly. "Clever girl. But that won't be enough. You have to tie me up properly"

„Properly?“, you ask, frowning.

Crosshair nods and says, "Yeah, I can open handcuffs without a key if I have one hand free" You mumble with a grin, "Sneaky bastard" "Shut up, kitten," he says calmly, with a little smirk, pointing to the other bunks, "Better find something to tie me up before the symptoms get worse" Unsure, you go to the drawers and side compartments of the other bunks. You find some more handcuffs and chain his other wrist to the weapon rack on the wall. Crosshair groans softly, a bulge has already formed in his Black's pants. He is far too warm in his skin and his cock is as hard as a diamond.

For a second you just look at him, his slender, wiry but stealed figure chained to the weapons rack at the wall. His shoulders down to his hips forming an apetizing V-line. "Okay, so far so good," he says tensely, "But that's not enough" You frown, but finally get two more cable ties and tie his legs to the frame on the wall. Crosshair stands there, as if nailed to a cross or pilloried, except that it is a weapon rack that is firmly anchored to the wall. "Fuck," he moans softly. Automatically, he writhes in his restraints, his clothes, the pants of his Blacks rubbing over his hard cock, eliciting another soft moan. He is extremely sensitive at the moment.

"But what now?" you ask anxiously, straining not to look down between his legs. "I can't hurt anyone now," Crosshair says and swallows. He means you, he can't hurt you now, he can't do anything against your will, you realize. "But... We have to do something, you could die or suffer permanent damage from this condition," you say nervously. You can see that he can barely think straight, that he would love to tear himself away if he could. But he smiles at you and says, "You're not worried about me, are you?" "Of course I'm worried", you say, almost indignant he might question this. He licks his lips, his mind a jumble of images of nudity, physical contact, of him sinking his cock inside you, in pretty much any of your holes that would do. Crosshair blinks a few times, trying to collect himself. "Well, you can help me now, but on your terms. I can't force you to do anything, that was important to me. Hence, the shackles. It was clear to both of us long ago that I still need your help now. Unless you want me to die, or my mind to turn in to a vegetable" Heat rises in your cheeks. You've imagined being with him so many times, but not like this.

He laughs softly as a drop of sweat rolls off his forehead. "Now you can live out some of the fantasies you love to write about. Honestly, I always knew you had a naughty spirit in you" The thought, the question of how much he has really read of your stories and perhaps even diary entries that are on the same data pad, comes to mind. You swallow and look at him, chained there. Your gaze does wander down to the enormous bulge in his blacks. You hear him purr, "Okay kitten, your attention is already going in the right direction" He strains against his restraints, automatically wanting to reach for you, but to no avail. A small frustrated growl comes out of his throat as he realizes once again that he is not able to touch you right now. No matter what you do now, no matter what you're both about to do, this isn't going to be romantic, nothing loving, that much you both realize. But contrary to your expectations, the thought doesn't repel you, actually, there's something appealingly wicked about it. As you sink to your knees in front of him, a shiver runs through his body in aroused anticipation. He can barely move, only his pelvis has a little room to move forward, and he stretches out towards you in invitation. "Be a good girl, help me"

You look up at him uncertainly, in his gaze you not only find confirmation of what you are about to do, it is a feverishly hot gaze, full of expectation and challenge with which Crosshair looks down at you. You reach for the waistband of his Blacks' pants and slowly pull them down. As the fabric brushes over his skin, over his hard cock as you free it, he trembles excitedly. It stands right in front of your face, thick, veiny, with a slightly reddened, swollen tip. His testicles are bulging. His cock twitches with every breath you take, because he can feel every waft of air. "Do it," he demands in a smoky voice, his eyes glazed over with desire, "suck me good" You wonder how he would talk to you at a moment like this if he wasn't under the influence of the pollen, but only for a second. You've always been curious about a sexual encounter with Crosshair, and his cock looks gorgeous. Your hand reaches for it automatically, and you're almost shocked at how red-hot it feels. His temperature is rising, no time to hesitate. Your tongue twitches over his velvety, swollen tip, catching a salty drop of pre-cum. "Fuck," Crosshair growls, his pelvis twitching, "come on, kitten, it's getting unbearably hot under my skin"

You don't think about it for long. Your lips open, your tongue outstretched, pressed against the underside of his cock, you take him into your mouth. Your head moves back and forth, bobbing back and forth with his cock between your lips. At first, you're so far back that, despite his relative freedom of movement with his pelvis, he has no control over how deep he penetrates your mouth. But it feels surprisingly wonderful, the sounds he makes, moaning, growling, whimpering. You can feel your panties getting wet and a tingling sensation between your thighs. Your pearl swells, pulsating gently at first, but demanding, longing to be touched, stimulated. On impulse, you move closer, giving him more room to move. As soon as he realizes that he can penetrate deeper on his own, he greedily pushes his cock deeper into your mouth, down your throat, almost to the hilt. Your eyes immediately start to water, but you don't pull back, you let him have his way with your mouth. He pulls his pelvis back and forth, thrusting deep again and again until your face is wet with tears and saliva drips from your chin because you can't swallow everything around his thick cock. Crosshair stares down at you, his gaze full of fire, glassy and dark.

He gasps excitedly, "I knew there was a dirty thing somewhere inside you, look at you eagerly sucking my cock. I wish I could record this, so I could watch it over and over again, how perfect this image looks" You don't have the time or the opportunity to object, nor do you want to. Your hand automatically slips into your pants and under the fabric of your panties. You can feel the heat emanating from your pubic area on your fingertips even before you touch your clit. There it is, finally, the touch, a shiver runs through your body. The touch your pearl has been longing for. Your fingertips glide over the sensitive bundle of nerves, faster and faster, as Crosshair's cock pushes up to the gag reflex again and again. You keep sucking at him, almost hungrily, like there is no tomorrow. Crosshair fucks your mouth restlessly, his pelvis shaking with every thrust, his arms tugging at the handcuffs again and again. Then he sees your hand in your pants, something about the sight pulls him over the edge, with a low growl, he spurts his load down your throat. You swallow hastily as he leaves your mouth and take a deep breath.

"A good little dirty thing you are. Look at you, not only did you suck my cock like an addict, you touched yourself" His gaze is still glassy, feverish, full of heat, a dangerous, knowing grin on his face. "Untie me, kitten, and I'll give you what your little pussy needs," he coos. His words roll over your skin and down into your pussy, where they trigger a pulsing, demanding twitch. Contrary to any fear or uncertainty about his condition, you cut the cable ties on his ankles. Then you grab the key for the handcuffs, you hesitate only briefly, barely noticeably, but then you unlock the handcuffs. You don't even have time to be surprised. Crosshair immediately peels you out of your clothes, partially tearing them as he loses his patience. He pushes you towards the bunk in front of you until you automatically climb onto it on all fours to avoid falling over. "That's it, keep sticking your gorgeous ass up, show me your little pussy," he growls in a smoky voice.

With the flat of his hand, he gives you a gentle pat between your legs. "There it is," he coos contentedly, "soft, warm and wet" One of his fingers slides along your velvety folds to your heated opening and sinks greedily inside. You moan as he sinks a second finger between your slick walls. "You're hungry for my cock, aren't you?" You moan a yes as you thrust your buttocks towards him. All you hear from him in response is a growl. You feel him pull his fingers from you and as you look over your shoulder, you see him licking your juices from his knuckles. "Actually, I'd love to lick your little honey pot, but I just can't wait, I can't," Crosshair says a little breathlessly as he parts your wet folds with his tip and with a smooth thrust fills your pussy to the brim with his cock. The sensation is intense, his hard, thick length filling you up, stretching your wet hole.

His fingers claw into your hips, not exactly gently, as he begins to move, pulling his pelvis back only to thrust into you again. He moans and curses, the feel of your wet heat enveloping him so incredibly intense, his cock so incredibly, unusually sensitive. His grip, his nails, are sure to leave a mark, but you're far too horny to mind. His thrusts are short, he never pulls far out of you, but he thrusts into you quickly, panting, clutching at you. His pelvis slaps your backside again and again, the sound fills the room, accompanied by moans, growls, whimpers. Crosshair doesn't feel like his temperature is dropping, he's more in control than he expected, but his hunger hasn't abated one bit. He growls, gives you a slap on the ass and murmurs, "You like that, you've always wanted my cock inside you" You are so lost in your excitement that at first you don't even realize what he is saying. When you don't answer immediately, he grabs your neck and pulls you towards him so that the back of your head is against his shoulder.

"Say it!" he growls, his hand still on your neck. Crosshair doesn't really squeeze, just applies enough pressure to make it clear that he wants your attention. "What?" you ask hoarsely, the feeling of his cock thrusting into you again and again taking over your entire mind. "You've always wanted my cock inside you. Say it! I want to hear it," he moans urgently. You gasp. "Fuck. Yes, I've always wanted your cock inside me, deep inside me," you croak, moaning. You yelp as he gives you a particularly hard, deep thrust and pauses in this position for a few seconds. His thighs tremble for a moment, a half-suppressed moan comes from his throat, then you feel his semen shoot into you. You're both breathing heavily, Crosshair growls softly. "Still feverish, still hard, I guess I'll have to make your wet dreams come true a little longer"

He pushes you off him, onto the bunk you're kneeling on, and turns you around, gripping your hips. Crosshair grabs the back of your knees to hold your legs up and apart. The next second, he's thrusting his cock into you again, accompanied by the dirty, wet sound his hard length makes in your pussy filled with your juices and his seed. Each thrust makes that lewd, wet sound, you feel his seed and your juices partially dripping out of you, onto your buns and onto the sheet beneath you. After all, you're in your own bunk. But this fact startles you all the more as Crosshair reaches purposefully to his right and pulls open a small drawer. He pulls out a small object and grins with satisfaction. "I knew you had toys here, I heard them vibrating under your blanket the other night" He moves his cock slowly inside you as he looks at the toy, and the heat of shame rises in your face. "What exactly does that thing do?" he wants to know, his gaze fascinated but still feverish, glassy. You swallow and say meekly, "It sucks the clitoris into this little opening and vibrates as it does so"

He raises his eyebrows and looks past the toy at you. "Is that good?" "My favorite toy," you say, still meekly. He looks down, positions the toy so that it can suck your clit perfectly and turns it on, turning the power up quite high. The toy sucks in your clit and vibrates on the sensitive bundle of nerves, immediately sending a pulse through your whole body. You let out a startled squeak. In combination with his thick cock inside you, the additional stimulation from the toy is very intense. Your hands claw into the mattress and sheets as he starts to thrust into you again. "Fuuuuck," you moan out. Crosshair takes you again faster, harder and growls, "That's more like it"

Your mind dissolves into nothing, the thought of how he sees you right now, that he knows about the toy, that he knows you've been secretly masturbating here under the covers, all swept away in one swoop. The stimulation is too intense, your whole body vibrates, trembles, tenses with arousal. "You're close," he moans, realizing, "I can feel your sweet pussy contracting" The stimulation, his words, the sound of his voice, all at once your climax washes you over the edge, and you fall into a pulsating tangle of over-stimulation. Automatically, you want to reach for the toy to remove it, but Crosshair's hands shoot forward, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. "Fuck! Crosshair, that's too much, the toy!" you gasp breathlessly, twitching and writhing, the sensation far too intense.

He pushes himself deeper into your lap, takes you faster, with shorter, firmer thrusts. He stares at you, something about the way you squirm and twitch, the thought that you are helplessly at the mercy of this over-stimulation turns him on. It doesn't take long, his thrusts become irregular, his lap trembles between your twitching thighs, and he cums inside you again. You're still whimpering and squirming, finally he lets go of you, and before you can remove it, Crosshair releases you from the toy. You breathe heavily, sighing with relief. You look up, his gaze no longer glassy and feverish, more scrutinizing, brooding, as you know him to be. "Sorry," he says, shrugging his shoulders, "but it was incredibly hot to have you under me while you were twitching under the over-stimulation, one hell of a turn on." You roll your eyes and sigh, "I'm glad you enjoyed it" "You had your fun too, didn't you?" he growls sarcastically, "Or did you just get me untied to see what would happen?"

You can almost feel an argument brewing, but you don't want to argue, especially not now. You try to distract him. "How are you feeling now? Headache, fever?" Crosshair senses that you're trying to avoid the discussion, but he answers you anyway, "I'm fine, I think, no fever, no headache, no other symptoms either." You nod, climb out of the bunk and say, "Good, I need to use the refresher for a while, I need to clean myself up" But Crosshair blocks your path to the refresher. You hastily grab your bathrobe and put it on as you realize you're both still naked. "You haven't answered me yet," he says stubbornly. "What?" "Whether you had fun"

You clear your throat and say, "I had an orgasm, if that's what you mean" Crosshair frowns. "No, that's not what I meant, at least not exclusively." You lick your lips and avoid his gaze, but he gently but firmly grabs your chin, yet your eyes continue to avoid his. "Kitten? Look at me." His voice sounds so unusually gentle that you automatically look at him. "I just want to be sure that I didn't overstep any boundaries and that you didn't come away unsatisfied, as you know I didn't really have complete control over what happened." You look at him wide-eyed, then feel heat rising in your cheeks as you say meekly, "I had more fun than I want to admit"

A smile creeps onto his face. "I knew that. Good girl. Come on now, let us go wash you" You raise your eyebrows questioningly. "Us?" Crosshair grabs your hand and pulls you into the refresher with him. He winks at you, "We made the mess together, so let's remove it together. Come on, don't act like you don't want to be sponge-washed by me"

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hiraya-rawr · 11 months

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"in another life, i would've really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you"

synopsis !! all the opportunities he didn't take! forbidden love, status differences, different life goals, missed chances

characters !! zhongli, thoma

note !! please please read thoma's part I really like it for some reason- also everything everywhere all at once was amazing, i loved every second of it and it was just so beautiful! i also love all the cultural references aaaah

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Z H O N G L I

"Live a human life with me," You had once suggested to Rex Lapis, lounging on a floating island and watching the construction of what would eventually be known as Liyue Harbor.

He turns to you, confused look on his face, "A human life? Honestly, your ideas only develop in oddity over time."

You laugh, shrugging as the wind chimes along with you. Did Barbatos find it amusing as well?

"I'm being serious, Morax! The war is over, peace is settling, any issues can be handled by the humans and we can always guide them from a distance." You smile, "Live a human life with me. We can open a teahouse by the outskirts, we can visit the harbor on weekends, we can age ourselves and spend a human's lifetime together!"

He sighs, turning away, "I'll amuse you and visit you in my human form, but I have responsibilities I wish to take as their archon. You can play human without me."

"Aww, Morax-"

He rolls his eyes, amused, "Human lives are so fickle and short. Should you ever get tired of living their ways, you're welcome to join me in the skies again."

"Hmp. You might just regret not trying with me." You tease, and you—

Were right. He did regret it, because there was no time left for him to try with you. You were gone, eroded like the old immortals, withered in a grave like a human. The immortality of gods like you and him was never physical after all, and your body decayed too soon.

"So, finally decided to join the bandwagon, huh?" Venti grins at the geo archon, sipping from his drink of what's presumably wine. The teahouse is half full, a known heritage site for anyone who knows the history of good Liyuen tea.

"It's an interesting idea." Zhongli simply replies.

"And how are you finding the human life, my dear friend?"

"Strangely. . . I had expected it to be a sociable endeavor," He smiles, strained, "but it could also feel quite lonely."

T H O M A

Doing laundry and taxes with Thoma was impossible in the first place. Not when you were destined to marry someone of the same status; a political engagement which tied you down since the day you turned of age.

For you, this was an unbearable tragedy. The denial of being with someone you love.

For Thoma, this was as simple as nature's course. Of course you would marry a noble! He's simply a commoner, a mere house worker with the favor of his boss. It wouldn't make sense for you to marry him.

And perhaps that's why it infuriated you; how dare he think so little of himself?

"I just don't understand why you're not mad about this! I'm about to be married and you— you won't say anything about that?" You once yelled, frustration built to its peak at his nonchalance.

"(Name)," Thoma says softly, concerned.

"No, don't you start!" You cut off swiftly, "You'll only talk about how you're a commoner and I'm a noble and I'm sick of that! I'm sick of all of it!"

"I just don't know what you want me to say–"

"Say you love me! Ask me to run away!" The words are desperate on your tongue. "Archons, Thoma, I wish you could be more selfish. I'd give it all up for you." You sob, collapsing onto the wooden floor as your legs give out. He immediately kneels in front of you, ready to embrace.

In quiet whispers, he cups your face, brushing tears away with his thumb, "You know I can't ask that of you."

You sniffle, "I know, I know." and "I just wanted you to try."

#genshin #genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli x reader #thoma #thoma x reader #genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin zhongli #genshin thoma #zhongli angst #thoma angst #genshin fanfic #genshin angst/comfort

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nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius · 4 months

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TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 19

Wrecker: *lifting weights* Omega: Wow… He's so intense! Omega: I wonder what drives him. Wrecker, internally: Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.

Crosshair: What have I done wrong?! Echo: Everything. For your entire life.

Omega: Guys! I found a 100 dollar bill! Omega: *looks around* ….Should I keep it? Echo: Omega, just do the right thing. Crosshair: And put in your bag. Echo: No—

Crosshair: I prevented a murder today. Omega: Really? That’s amazing! How did you do that? Crosshair: Self-control.

Mayday: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying. Crosshair: And? Mayday: And you are.

Hunter: When I die I want Crosshair to lower me into my grave so he can let me down one last time.

Wrecker: I was just diagnosed with deez. Echo: Good, I hope it’s lethal.

Echo: Compliment me. Crosshair: You have eyes. Echo: Yeah, that works.

Echo: Don’t say a word. Wrecker: Fergalicious. Echo: Wrecker, I said no words. Wrecker: Oh, I see how it works. Two weeks ago, we’re playing Scrabble, it’s not a word, now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you.

Hunter: What do we say when life disappoints us? Crosshair: Called it! Hunter: No.

Crosshair: What is wrong with you? Hunter: Many, many things... Hunter: And most of them are your fucking fault.

Tech: Hunter? I mixed redbull with coffee and now I can see sounds, should I worry? Hunter: Tech, I swear to god—

Omega: I don’t want to talk about it. Crosshair: Good, I don’t wanna hear about it.

Tech: I have a plan. Hunter: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it. Tech: … Hunter: … Tech: I no longer have a plan.

Omega: What’s your biggest fear? Mayday: I am incredibly arachnophobic. Omega, under her breath: You don’t want spiders to get married?

Mayday: Is… Is that meant to be on fire? Tech: No… not really. Mayday: Are you going to do something about it? Tech: Hm… nah.

Echo: What kinds of sounds annoy you? Hunter: Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones? Echo, now interested: Lets say imaginary. Hunter: Spiders wearing flip flops.

Mayday, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

Tech: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like? Hunter: Do you make any other kind?

Crosshair: In alcohol’s defense, I’ve done some pretty dumb shit while completely sober too.

Jesse: I hate you! Crosshair: Wow! So much in common already!

Crosshair: Am I a good person? No. But do I try to be better every single day? Also no.

Tech, talking to Tarkin: With all due respect, which is none…

Tech: I have an idea. Echo: I have the hospital and Rex on speed dial.

Tech: Tech, I think we have a problem. Wrecker: What, the fire? Tech: No, the- wait, what fire? Wrecker: Oh forget about it, this sounds more interesting.

Crosshair: I was arrested for being too cool. Mayday: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Wrecker: Do you even, cuddle, bro? Do you even lift, bro… each other up with kindness? Do you tell your loved ones that you care about them regardless of who is listening? DO YOU EVER RESOLVE CONFLICTS, EMOTIONAL ISSUES THROUGH COMPROMISE AND COMPASSION RATHER THAN ANGER AND DENIAL?!

Tech: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”? Crosshair: Crosshair: …Should I not have?

Tech: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Hunter: Okay? Tech: … Tech: … Tech: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

Mayday: You know what your problem is? Crosshair: I only have one?

Wrecker: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup? Tech: The afterlife, I guess.

Wrecker: You look really stressed. Hunter: Haha, it’s the stress.

Crosshair: “Ladies and gentlemen” is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly, I’m falling asleep already. “Cowards” on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, to the point, and dramatic.

Wrecker: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”. Crosshair: *looks over at Tech and Phee* Crosshair: Is it “sexual tension”?

Hunter: I have a question. Wrecker: Shoot. Hunter: Is the S or C in scent silent? Echo: Fuck you, I’m going to be thinking about this all day. Wrecker: Okay well, cent is pronounced the same way as scent so I’m gonna say the S is silent. Hunter: Okay, but sent is also spelled the same way. Echo: The holonet says that the C was added in the late seventeenth century, so I guess the S is silent. Crosshair: Plot twist, both the S and the C are silent and the E actually makes the sss sound. Echo: Crosshair is not allowed to talk anymore.

Hunter: Let’s not Crosshair this into a worse situation than it already is. Crosshair: Did you just use my name as a verb?

Omega: Hey, do you know anyone who can teach me to play the trumpet? Tech: Why? Omega: I want to wander around playing it to annoy Crosshair. Tech: Technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play the trumpet well for that. Omega: Tech you have opened my eyes.

Hunter: Ok so, apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.

Crosshair: I’m never donating blood ever again. Crosshair: The second you walk through the door, it’s just one invasive question after another! Crosshair: ‘Where did you get it?’ 'Why is it in a bucket?’ I mean, do you want it or not?

Wrecker: Are you alright? Crosshair: Short answer or long answer? Wrecker: Short? Crosshair: No. Wrecker: Long? Crosshair: Nooooooo.

#star wars #incorrect quotes #incorrect bad batch quotes #tbb incorrect quotes #the bad batch #tbb #featuring mayday because why not #and jesse because nobody else quite fit as well

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 2 months

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Congratulations on 450 followers! (You just got another)

2 and 37 with Rex?

Thank you for the congratulations and for the following, love.

@coffeeandbatboys I hope you love this little fic. I love Captain Rex, so I hope you enjoy my portrayal of him.

Love oo.

Kayilyr’ika

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You ran from one end of the hangar to the other, looking like a mad woman screaming for people to move out of your way, but you didn’t care, time was of the essence.

After all, you’d been given the privilege of doing an upgrade on the General’s droid, his beloved R2D2, and somehow a drop of oil landed on his memory circuit.

The minute you saw it happen, instant panic hit you. You ran to grab the degreaser, stealing it right out of the hands of your coworker, you didn’t care if it was rude, or that the shouts and curses followed after you as you ran with full force back to your workbench, all that mattered was saving the General’s droid.

You dabbed a little degreaser on the soft cloth you had, all the time, praying to the force and anyone else, “Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—” it was the only thing that you could say. Especially as you gently placed the memory chip back into the little R2 unit.

“Beep boop beep”

“Oh thank the force, R2, are you okay?”

“Beeeepp.”

“What do you mean, you’re not R2. Of course you are?”

R2’s blue dome shook back and forth, as it led out a long string of beeps and bleeps. You let out a sigh, shaking your head, “You are not the Supreme Leader of all that you survey.”

“Beep Boooop”

“Oh yeah, well I’d like to see how you would attempt to behead me.” You didn’t even let him finish, as you turned him off, taking a deep breath, how were you going to explain to the General that you turned his beloved droid into a killer robot.

“You okay?”

Came the voice of the one man you knew you could count on, “No. Not really.”

“Oh-oh, what happened?”

“I was trying to do an upgrade on some key components when a tiny, miniscule, almost insignificant speck of oil dropped on his memory card…”

“Okay …” Rex leaned against the workbench narrowing his eyes, as he tried to understand your worry, “So what’s the problem?

“Somehow he turned into the Supreme Leader of all that he surveys” you motioned as you hang your head.

“Who did?”

“He did.” You point towards R2.

“He did?” Rex pointed towards R2 to clarify.

You nodded as you stood upright again, “Don’t even ask me how that happened, but now, I have to try and salvage what I can of his memory …”

Rex started to laugh, “Wait, did he say anything about beheadings?”

“Yeah, he did,” you answered, albeit confused at his reaction.

“Don’t worry, kayilyr’ika. You didn’t screw him up that badly. There was a story Senator Amidala was reading to a group of children at the last diplomatic mission we accompanied her on, and it had to do with a Supreme Leader of all that he surveyed. Maybe you just need to give the memory chip a further cleaning.”

“I hope so, otherwise I might need you to protect me from the General.”

He let out a belly laugh, “Don’t worry, kayilyr’ika. I will always be there for you.”

You tried to fight the warmth creeping up your face, hoping he wouldn’t notice, after all your crush on the Captain was only one-sided. You can still remember, when he started referring to you as kayilyr’ika, when you finally built up the courage to ask him what that meant, he simply shrugged and said ‘little mechanic’. Because you were little to him, he simply patted your head as he said that, as though he were talking to a child.

From that moment you knew he wasn’t interested, it broke your heart when you realized, but you resolved within your heart, you’d rather have him as a friend than nothing.

So here you were, doing your best to calm your racing heart, as you gently pulled out the memory chip, and grabbed your magnifying goggles, pulling them over your head, and gently cleaned the chip.

Rex watched as you worked, always amazed at your attention to detail. No matter what damage a gun ship, droid, or even datapad sustained, you always somehow managed to get them working again. And if it was too damaged to repair, you saved all the parts you could use before discarding the shell. Thanks to your frugality, there was less of a wait time when it came to finding parts and repairs being completed on time.

It astonished him how bright you always were, not just in mind, but in spirit too. There was always a glow of happiness that surrounded you. He enjoyed that about you, it made him feel comforted and at peace; whenever he was having a particularly bad day, he just had to find you, see your smiling face and suddenly nothing seemed that bad anymore.

It even got to the point where he would dream of you, that smiling face, those bright eyes, that hair that somehow always fell in your face like it was doing right now, was all he needed to chase the bad dreams away. He moved beside you and gently pulled your hair back, clipping it with the hair clip on the table. You mumbled a thanks as you continued to focus on your work, and even that he found endearing.

When you had asked him what kayilyr’ika meant, he told you the truth, it meant little mechanic. What he didn’t tell you was that ‘ika was usually used only for those you held dear. He realized, as he watched you put the memory chip back in R2, he needed to tell you how he felt. Even if you didn’t reciprocate, he wanted you to know. Maybe closer to when your shift was done, he’d come by and see if you’d join him for dinner. He took in a deep breath and resolved within himself, he wasn’t going to let another day pass without telling you how he felt.

Not especially, after you got R2 working again, and was the droid you all knew and loved.

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spark - xiao

[random writing event] | requested by anonymous

“Do you want to try it?” You asked with a smile. “A day like this is a cause for celebration, don’t you think?”

He kept quiet as his gaze trailed to the thin stick within your hand. Though he never used one before, they weren’t unfamiliar to him. In times past, the more studious of the adepti found interest in those Inazuman delights. The lights would often draw his eyes from across a crowd, but he never bothered to investigate up close. While bright and beautiful, they died quickly as transient things often did.

“I’m alright. There’s no need to waste such human trivialities on me.”

As usual, his refusal didn’t color your expression with hurt. Instead, you shrugged and turned your attention back to the Mingxiao Lanterns floating in the sky.

“It wouldn’t be a waste to me. Not for you.”

He held back his urge to sigh. There you went again saying such things. Though you were assigned to his care, you didn’t need to visit him so often. You didn’t need to shower him with gifts. You didn’t need to stay by his side. He knew he wasn’t easy to be around. He knew he often made people feel nervous. But you didn’t mind. You weren’t scared away.

In the back of his mind, he wondered why Rex Lapis gave you to him. Xiao had been a loyal servant for years. Never once had he failed his duty. So he didn’t understand. What was he supposed to do with you? What was the purpose of keeping you by his side?

He broke away from his thoughts when a soft humming filled the air. Turning his attention to you, there you stood by the torchlight with that stick from earlier in hand. After lighting the tip, you held your arm out as the stick began to erupt in a burst of lights and stars. You laughed, waving it around, enjoying the streaks it made across the evening sky.

The sight was captivating.

But just as quickly as it began, it soon came to an end. With a sigh, you placed the sparkler to the side. Almost as if reading his mind, you turned to him with a bashful smile.

“They don’t last long, but they are beautiful, aren’t they? It may be a bit frivolous, but what’s the point in being alive if we don’t allow ourselves to enjoy it?”

Perhaps it was due to it being Lantern Rite that he suddenly found himself caught in a bout of honesty.

“I’m… not sure I understand.”

It was the most truthful answer he could give. And how shocking it was you did not judge him for it. Instead, you walked over to the box of sparklers and picked out a stick. With a smile, you then held it out to him.

“Why not try?”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #my writing #writing event #request #anon #thank you for the request!#and also thank you for the really kind message too <3 #i have a lot to say abt this fic #there’s multiple themes i unintentionally included in here and not all of them are properly addressed #bc of that the ending doesn’t give off a very fulfilling feel #it probably doesn’t help this is based upon an idea i’ve had for a long time #this takes place in the same verse as xiao’s snippet in the tipsy tales post i made a while back #if you’re interested maybe i’ll try to write it out fully one day

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averageallogene · 9 months

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During the banquet at this year's Lantern Rite, Zhongli lets it slip that he's married.

Cue astonished exclaims, shocked gasps and incessant questioning.

After the banquet, Xiao wonders out-loud if he should call Adapti!You 'mom'.

Xiao ☆⊹˚ Mortal customs (SFW)

fem. reader (3rd person) ; fluff. Zhongli x reader is a thing. Traveler’s gender is not specified so the reader can imagine either Lumine or Aether!

2k words.

notes. Sorry for the wait there! It’s been a rough couple of days but now I’m back, even if still under the weather.... I had a lot of fun writing this one up though. Xiao deserves the absolute best and this idea lets me channel just that even if by a small portion <3.

The current situation inside the chosen restaurant had Xiao questioning why he’d agreed on attending. Despite both Rex L- Ahem, Zhongli and the traveler attending, he still found himself rather tense with all the other unknown presences surrounding him. The adeptus simply couldn’t understand the ways of mortal interactions, for making small talk wasn’t exactly the forté of a soldier like himself. His golden eyes would, more often than not, not wander far from the plated food before him, wondering if he should even try anything. His mind raced wildly, trying his hardest to think if what he was doing would be deemed inappropriate - after all, he’d been invited to attend the dinner, surely eating the food would be a sign of appreciation. Yet, not accustomed to anything other than almond tofu, he found himself hesitating.

Why was Xiao trying so hard? Well, he found himself curious about trying to approach the ways of mortal living in his exiled instance. The yaksha was rather short-tempered when it came to understanding something so foreign and so mundanely complex as that to him, yet for Zhonlgi to seemingly seem so… Happy, so free as he lived as a mortal, surely there were a few benefits he was misunderstanding. And to tackle the topic, it eased him the reality that to his side sat the traveler, a companion he’d grown to cherish through the time they had spent together. Xiao wasn’t one to voice his thoughts a lot, but he hoped his thankfulness for the patience shown to him was known.

He’d winced quietly upon the sudden arrival of the bard, his face gleefully smiling as he was properly introduced to the Funeral Consultant. He couldn’t even look, his chest bubbling with the unknown emotion that many would explain as second hand embarrassment as the two archons attempted to act civil to the other attendees. The young man dressed in green, Venti, was quick to showcase his lyre as he joined them in their feast, him and the organizer of the dinner discussing poetry as the other mortals joined in on the topic. In his seat, he could only pick at his food as the traveler engaged in small talk with him, inquiring if there was anything else he’d like to try that was at the table.

Xiao could only remain semi interested in the ongoing conversation, unintentionally letting his mind wander to his own duties as his ears focused in and out of what the others spoke of. In fact, the only times he’d fully focus were whenever Zhongli had something to share with their table, his gaze finally lifting to eye him directly before once more shying away to any other corner of the room. He couldn’t exactly help himself, his respect for the man surpassed his otherwise shut off personality. Well, it wasn’t as though anyone could question it, anyway. Most were either too focused on the interesting conversation Venti had with Zhongli, or deeply respected the Consultant in their own way that the idea of focusing on anything he had to say wasn’t considered an odd response.

However, out of every intriguing fact he’d shared with them that night, one seemed to catch everyone off guard.

“Xingqiu, that poem you’ve just recited is most intriguing. In which book did you read it, again? My wife would absolutely enjoy such fine literature.”

The table seemingly froze still, everyone taking a long moment to try and process what they’d just heard. Whilst Xingqiu, Chongyun and Xiangling seemed mostly receptive to such a concept, the rest of the table’s reactions made them question such mundanity. Hu Tao was still up from her seat, her gaze locked to the back of the head of her Consultant as she processed the news and beyond. The traveler gazed at Xiao slowly, watching as the adeptus himself seemed taken aback to such news. Paimon appeared to freeze mid air, for once not saying anything as her eyes squinted at the idea of a married Zhongli. Venti, on the other hand, couldn’t help the way his eyebrows raised, a sly smile making its way to his face as he finally broke the silence.

“Ho ho? So mister Zhongli has a wife? Well isn’t that the most wonderful news! Certainly something that this bard couldn’t have predicted, that’s for sure.” He chuckled in the end there, serving his own cup with more wine as Zhongli quietly took a sip of his tea.

“Mhm… Is that so?” He responded, his tone calm as if he hadn’t just dropped a meteor of information on everyone.

“My my, Zhongli! Why didn’t you tell me so earlier?” Hu Tao gasped, utterly flabbergasted as pieces of the puzzle began to connect inside her brain. “So that is why there was a ring invoice brought directly to the parlor that one time!”

“I thought I had explained myself regarding it, Director?” The man inquired ever so calmly, contrasting wildly with the way his superior gesticulated wildly.

“Simply explaining it to be an heirloom definitely isn’t enough to fully capture the picture!” She retorted.

“But it is precisely that. It’s intended to become an heirloom for years to come.”

“Ooooh Mister Zhongli, you’re quite the romantic!” The bard proclaimed, leaning forward on the table as he rested his chin on his hand. “Well, who is this lovely wife of yours anyway? You can’t just leave it at that, you know!”

“Yes, I do have to agree with our friend here.” Hu Tao mused, hands on her hips as she gave him a side eye. “I wish to know why this wasn’t brought to table prior to me booking our seats, for had I known you had a wife, I would’ve invited her as well, of course!”

“I wasn’t aware this was such a grand deal, my apologies.” Zhongli defended himself, serving himself more tea as he cleared his throat. “My wife, [F/N], just has a lot on her plate and said she couldn’t possibly attend tonight. So, I left it at that. Oh, but since we’re on the topic, she voiced her wishes for everyone to have a wonderful Lantern Rite.”

“Ah, but you’re saying that now?” The Funeral Director sighed, arms crossing as she shook her head. “Aiya, Zhongli. How could you not mention something as important as this before?”

“... ‘As important’?...” Xiao had murmured to himself, his gaze lowering as he attempted to still fully understand the situation. No one but the traveler had heard his voice, the gears in his head practically being envisioned as he tried to once more grasp something that differed to a grand degree between mortals and adepti.

“Everything alright, Xiao?” The traveler had asked, gaze twisting with slight worry as a small smile graced their lips.

“Uh, yes, you needn't worry.” He cleared his throat, though his eyes betrayed the rest of his body.

Between the ruckus of Zhongli being thoroughly questioned about his married life, the two could quietly chat for a brief moment, Xiao being able to have his doubt clarified as the traveler had grown quite good at reading his troubles.

“I too was surprised at the news,” They’d explained with a quick laugh, before inquiring Xiao. “Is it because it’s out of the norm for adepti to marry?”

“N-No, it’s not that,” He responded in a quick breath, his sharp eyebrows furrowing slightly as he thought of the few adepti he’d known to find a spouse. “I suppose it’s just that… I don’t understand how it can be the cause of such a ruckus. Even if I myself am surprised.”

“Oh, I see,” They nodded their head with an understanding hum, quickly deciphering what he really meant. To the traveler, it would’ve seemed that the way adepti viewed marriage was as something more natural and perhaps rational, as opposed to the grand reactions humans would typically have whenever one announced they were married. “Well, I think it boils down to how human life is far shorter than that of an adeptus, so every opportunity of celebration is cause for a grand reaction. You can rest assured they’re just happy for Zhongli, though.”

“I see… I suppose that makes sense.” He’d nodded his head quickly before stealing a quick glance to Zhongli, watching as he attempted to respond to every question thrown his way.

How they had met, how it had developed, who proposed and when… The consultant responded to every inquiry with patience and fondness, and Xiao almost felt guilty for never truly realizing Zhongli had found someone special. Even worse, strangely now he felt… Curious, to meet this woman. Would she be a mere mortal, or perhaps someone of adeptal blood? Either way, for Zhongli to have chosen her, she had to be someone of exceptional grace and excellence, someone that deserved his utter respect no matter what else. It was as though he’d already made his mind up, now only having to have the courage to ask if he could meet her.

“Say, if I plan another dinner in the future, will you introduce her to us?” Hu Tao had seemingly read his thoughts, smiling with expectancy as everyone eyed Zhongli for his response.

“I see no reason not to. She would surely love to meet you all.” He responded without much thought, the corners of his lips raising into a small, warm smile. “You’ll all see, [F/N] is a wonderful woman with the most radiant soul. I’m most lucky to have her as my beautiful wife. Ah, perhaps I can ask if she’d be willing to share her own poetry with you. She underestimates her choice of words too often, yet I’ve never before listened to such fine-”

“Yes, yes, we get it,” Hu Tao cut him short, smiling with humor to watch her Consultant with such hearts in his eyes. “We would definitely love to meet her, as well.”

“Please do not forget to invite me when that dinner does occur! I’ll ask our lovely traveler to ensure the date reaches me, lest I be forgotten.” Venti winked playfully, turning to Zhongli with humor. “I would not want to miss meeting such a beloved person of mister Zhongli after all.”

“Right… Of course.” It was the Consultant’s turn to murmur with slight hesitancy, yet he still sighed softly and let it be. Even with someone as brazen as the bard present, he’d like to introduce his beloved [F/N] to all the others. He’d ensure no boundaries were ever crossed, of course.

And just like that, the dinner ended with everyone still pressing Zhongli to ensure his wife attended the next gathering Hu Tao prepared. They nearly made the man sign a contract for it, his superior joking about it before finally allowing everyone to leave. He could breathe easy upon reaching the cool air outside, eyes gazing ahead as he found solace in the night sounds of Liyue Harbor. All he had to do now was to get back to his humble abode, waiting for his [F/N] to return before they could retire for the evening. His daydreaming was cut short as the traveler bid them goodnight, waving politely as he watched them disappear with Paimon into the distance. Before long, all that was left were him and Xiao, and knowing the young man as well as he did, Zhongli knew there was something he wished to inquire if he had remained around.

“How have you been faring, Xiao?” He had politely asked, his arms resting behind his back as he eyed his pupil with a warm expression.

Xiao always felt comfortable around him. There had always been a sense of easiness around the man he couldn’t always explain, all his problems seemingly disappearing for a moment as he basked in the security Zhongli provided. Even if he was no longer an archon, Xiao always felt safe around him, like there was no evil to be purged, like there was no war inside his mind. The yaksha knew he could confide absolutely anything in the man, for there was no fear in being judged, no fear of being rejected. Yet, he respected him so much, it almost felt insulting to even confide such trivial matters. His mind jumped back and forth even after hearing Zhongli ask about his wellness, his gaze lowering for a moment as he pondered for a moment longer.

“Z-Zhongli.” He’d cleared his throat, correcting himself before he’d call him by the name he used during his active godhood. It definitely felt strange, yet with the way the man calmly hummed for him to continue, he figured he had the approval to continue. “I wanted to ask for something, if I may?”

“But of course. What’s on your mind?” He patiently asked, slightly humored. After all, Xiao had never been one to request anything. During the long time they’d been allies, he’d always been the one to read the young yaksha’s mind and figure out his wishes. It was a welcomed change of pace for him to take initiative, he had to admit.

“I was wondering if…” Xiao paused for a moment, before finding the courage to continue. “If, before this… Dinner, the Director spoke of, I could perhaps meet [F/N] by myself?”

Zhongli’s expression softened, his eyebrows raising with a hint of surprise. He couldn’t help the smile from raising to his face, finding the curiosity of the adeptus rather endearing. He let out a soft chuckle, before nodding his head prior to Xiao being able to grow hesitant of having asked such a request.

“But of course. When would it be a good time for you?”

“I… I’m not sure, i-it’ll be alright either way. I hope she doesn’t quite mind-”

“[F/N] wouldn’t ever mind, Xiao. She’s expressed interest in meeting you before.”

“Really?” He breathed out softly, a little surprised as he watched his role model nod his head.

“Indeed. I’ve spoken of you, after all.”

Xiao couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten, a feeling of flusteredness growing within himself as he simply hummed in response. He could only hope [F/N] would not only accept his presence, but also not be affected by it. After all, his karmic debt was always something that deeply worried him whenever he was to be around mortals.

“You needn’t worry over anything, Xiao. I’m certain she will be instantly fond of you.” Zhongli placed a warm hand on his shoulder, one that radiated an easing sensation throughout his worn out body. The yaksha, who despite all the doubts swarming his mind always put his trust in Zhongli above, nodded his head upon hearing so.

“I… I’ve heard of a few mortal customs through Verr Goldet…” He mumbled quietly, more so becoming lost in his own thoughts than speaking to Zhongli's direction. “Hmph, mortal etiquette is so overly complex, but… What was it…”

The former archon couldn’t help himself but remain quiet, letting his pupil be engrossed in his thoughts as he thought aloud. It was different from the ever silent yaksha, so Zhongli had no reason to stop him. If anything, he was proud of watching as he grew more comfortable to ever voice his own thoughts aloud.

“It was something regarding familial bonds, I believe.” Xiao explained, his fingers resting softly against his own chin. “Would it be… Too cold of me, to call [F/N] by her name alone? Perhaps I ought to call her ‘mother’ instead?”

Zhongli’s expression shifted, the man taking a mere moment to process the information. It was his turn of being surprised for the night it would seem, the information hitting him deep in his chest with an endearing warmth. He couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, ripping the yaksha out of his thoughts as he eyed him incredulously. It would’ve seemed that he really hadn’t intended on actually speaking it aloud, the tips of his ears gaining the same vivid red shade of the jueyun chili. Zhongli however, was quick to beat him to the punch and spoke before he could take anything back.

“I’m sure [F/N] would love that.” He replied, much to Xiao’s embarrassment. “In fact, I’m certain that doing so will be the quickest way to earn your spot in her heart.” Ah, Zhongli has never recalled seeing Xiao teleport away as quickly as he did. The man was left to laugh quietly by himself, smiling as he thought back to the moment time and time again as he walked back home. Now he surely wanted to have the yaksha meet his lovely [F/N].

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #yoko drabbles

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oleander-nin · 8 months

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The Weight of a Letter(11)

A/N: okay, I know he seems out of the blue, but this was planned for so long. Also, sorry it's not 3000(it's 697off), but I really wanted to end it where I did. This was so fun to write. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

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Content warnings: None I think? Idk, school, possessive hints, slight paranoia

Chapter 11: A Dirty Liar

I moved through the motions of the day in a quiet buzz. Staying up all night talking to Mikey was fun, but ended up being a bit of a mistake. I could barely sit through each class. I fiddle with the rose I had received this morning along with another letter. It is beautiful, yes, but I’m starting to get unnerved. Today’s letter feels… Off. I don’t know how to describe it, but it doesn’t seem like the others. The sense of admiration and love was still there, but so was a hint of obsession. Danger, even. I glance down at my bag by my feet, shifting in the chair. My letter was sitting just inside the zipper, begging to be read through again. I doubted I could. One of the lines kept sounding through my head, making its way into every thought.

I can’t wait to make you mine for good.

I look down at the flower, frowning slightly. It wasn’t too bad of a line, almost innocent on its own. But reading the letter, with the surrounding thoughts building it up to make it seem like I was falling into a trap? Call me paranoid, but I was starting to fear the letters that once brought me joy.

I suck in a deep breath when the teacher tells us to partner up, grumbling under my breath. I wish I could just stay home and hole up in Irma’s guestroom, away from crowds and prying eyes. Even now I can feel my hair stand on end from someone’s staring, but this time, I could pinpoint it.

My eyes meet a swampy brown hazel, the staring boy’s eyes narrowed behind thick half lens glasses. He glanced down at my rose and scoffs, clearly finding it in distaste. I frown, pulling the delicate flower closer to my chest. Despite my recent mixed feelings towards the letters, I still found the flowers precious. They were mine, and they were still fairly sweet. Even if this random guy disagreed.

I watch him look around at the quickly partnering students, a scowl on his face. He seemed to hate group projects too. Good. I hope he suffers. I turn away from him to see if anyone near me is also without a partner. Maybe if I get this done quickly, I wouldn’t have to worry about any homework. I hate physics.

I scan the classroom, growing agitated as I realize the glaring kid and I were the only ones left. I slump back in my chair, meeting his glare. If he wanted a partner, he would have to come to my desk. I was not getting up for him.

He stands by his desk, face set in what seemed a permanent scowl. I couldn’t help but notice his teeth, the front two being slightly bigger than normal. His black, fading, side buzzed hair was scruffy, small sprigs standing every which way. His purple satin jacket made him stand out the most, his posture too hunched for me to get a proper read on his height. I pull up a knee, staring him down. I wasn’t going to back down, not for him. I didn’t even know why.

It takes the teacher to scold us before he finally trudges over, obnoxiously tugging a desk over to meet mine. I watch his hissy fit with interest, hiding a smug smile behind my hand. I had won our little war, even if it was by accident.

“You better not be stupid.” He hisses, his voice smoother than expected. There was a slight slur to his words, whether it was from a lisp or his teeth, I wasn’t sure. I lean back in my seat, crossing my arms. I really didn’t like him. “I will not be stuck with a stupid partner.”

“You’re in luck,” I say tightly. “I happen to be pretty good at calculating a ball's trajectory.”

The boy rolls his eyes, pulling out a notebook and flipping to a clean page. My eye twitches as I watch him. Even when he wasn’t being annoying, he still got on my nerves. I pop my elbow when reaching down for my backpack, unzipping the top to search for my notebook. The letter falls to the floor and I ignore it for a moment, more focused on grabbing my supplies. My new partner’s eyes focus on the fallen note, his sneer growing.

“What’s that?”

“Something you’ll never get.” I say coldly, surprising myself at my sudden rudeness. I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment, thankful he wasn’t able to tell. I barely knew this kid, and even if he seemed to be a prick, I shouldn't be rude back. Tony always tried to drill the golden rule into me after all.

I pick up the letter and shove it back in my bag, noting the confusion on his face. Right, he wouldn’t get the insult if he didn’t know what the letter was. I was safe, for now. I clear my throat, setting my notebook on my desk and flipping to a clear page. “Right, so uh, can you go grab the ball?”

“Are your legs broken or something? Get it yourself.” He scoffs. I clench my fists, nearly breaking my pencil in half. I take a deep breath, trying to not explode on him. I had to be civil. Punching classmates wasn’t civil.

“Right.” I say, sickly sweet. I stand up and head towards the front of the room, collecting all the necessary materials for our “experiment”. I shake my head, this could’ve been so much easier if we were just given a video to watch.

I set everything back on the desks, looking back at the board for the instructions. I reach into my backpack and pull out a small ruler, making a table for the data. I try my best not to laugh at my partner's face and the way it was scrunched up. I look back up, offering him the ruler in hopes to make peace. Once this lab was over I would avoid him like the plague, but for now, I felt the need to be civil. I can’t collect data if he’s being a jerk.

He takes the ruler and starts to make his own table, his lines being much neater than mine had been. I rest my chin in my hand, tapping the desk. We were still waiting for our teacher to hand out the balloons.

“What’s your name?” I ask, my eyes scanning the room absentmindedly.

“CK.” He says simply, not looking anymore friendly than he had moments before.

“CK? What does that stand for?”

His eye twitches. “You don’t get to know.”

“My name (Y/n).” I offer, feeling a bit peeved he never asked. I swear this kid had no manners, or he was just ignoring them on purpose to spite me. Probably the latter.

“I already know your name.” He says, still working on his data table. I look at him oddly, unsure what to say. I don’t remember ever giving it to him. A pit settles into my stomach, my hair rising on end. I try to push it down, not wanting it to grow. Most likely, he had heard the teacher call my name and picked it up from there.

I sit up when I notice our teacher nearing our desks, ignoring CK and my paranoia. We had an experiment to do after all. I take the purple balloon with a nod and a quick thank you, putting it on the desk with the rest of our supplies. I can’t help but picture his head popping like the balloon would. It makes me smile to see his head deflate behind my eyes. I tap the table for a moment before I pull up a stopwatch on google, deciding the games are done. As much fun as I was having trying not to punch CK, we really needed to start the experiment.

“Any preference on who’s dropping the items?” I ask, setting up the stopwatch. I watch with mild amusement as CK reaches over the table, taking the tools into his arms.

“As if I would trust you to do it properly. You can do the time, I’ll drop the things.” He sniffs. I roll my eyes, more amused by the minute. I may hate him, but at least his annoyingness was more pathetically funny than frustrating. Well, he was frustrating too, but I would never talk to him again either way. I can deal with this for the next hour and ten minutes. Hopefully.

I hit the timer as he drops each item, marking them down on my data sheet. The experiment was fairly easy, we just had to calculate how far we were dropping everything, and compare fall times between the different objects. It was a nice, easier lesson. Plus, all I had to do was hit the button for the stopwatch since CK insisted on doing each of the problems himself, despite me getting the answer easily on my own.

“Ready for the last one?” I ask, doodling on my notes as I wait for him to finish up triple checking his equation. As much as I had grown to despise him, I had to give him credit for how good he was at this class. He (rudely) helped correct one of my problems already, saving me from getting a worse grade.

CK looks up, his muddy eyes holding a great distaste for me. I grin. It was nice to know the feeling was very mutual. He grumbles as he stands up, holding his arm above his head as he drops the last item, a small pen. It clacks to the floor and rolls under my desk, stopping at my foot. I check the stopwatch, reading the number aloud.

“One point thirty-four seconds.” I say, jotting it down and starting my equation. CK nods and slips back into his seat, crossing his arms while scowling at me. I keep writing for a moment before looking up, feeling peeved at his attitude.

“Can I help you?” I ask, my voice syrupy with fake sweetness. I grin, bemused as his face twitches. He knows I’m pulling his leg.

“My pen.” He says. I look down, realizing I forgot to grab it. I chew on my cheek, contemplating whether to pick it up. On the one hand, it would be a nice thing to do. On the other, I was really tired of being nice to this guy. I grin cheekily at him, keeping up my sugary tone.

“You forgot the magic word~” I say. If I was lucky, I could squeeze some manners out of him yet. Or he’d pick up his own pen. Either way, it was a win for me.

CK tsks his tongue, tilting his head as he grins evilly. Confusion washes over me, trying to figure out what he was planning. His hand goes into his pocket, pulling out an open envelope, my open envelope. I look towards my bag, seething. He took my letter.

I reach across the table, trying to snatch it back, but he holds it out of my reach. I glower at him, my fists clenching by my side. The letters may be starting to grow questionable, but they were still mine. I wanted it back.

“Give it back.” I hiss, trying to not alert the teacher. Getting into a fight in front of her was not a smart move. CK’s grin widens, his eyes glinting with malice.

“Give me my pen and I’ll consider it.”

I nearly jump across the table and strangle him then and there. I slowly reach under the table, keeping my eyes locked on CK. I pat around on the ground, trying to find the pen without looking. After a couple seconds go by and my frustration builds, I glance down and quickly spot the pen to grab it. I toss the pen back over to him, holding out my hand.

“The letter.” I say, clenching my teeth. It felt wrong to have him hold something that was given to me out of love. Especially something that spilled someone's emotions so deeply. Irma reading it was one thing, this jerk-wad reading it was another.

He brings the letter back towards him, holding it loosely in his hand. He smirks and I feel the urge to set him on fire. “No.”

I feel anger build in my chest, my face heating from the pressure. It was taking everything in me not to grab it from him, even if I hurt him in the process. His eyes flicker across my face, still seeming smug. “Say the magic word, (Y/n).”

I nearly gag at my name being spilled from his mouth. It felt like a curse from him. I take a deep breath, knowing exactly what he’s playing at by parroting the same command back at me.

“Give me my letter. Please.” I say tightly, the words feeling as if they physically hurt to fall from my mouth. CK grins, pleased. He tosses the letter back towards me and I quickly hold it close, taking out the paper and skimming it to make sure it wasn’t damaged. Irma didn’t get to read it yet.

“Here’s your letter from Von Ryan. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to know how happy you are with them, considering your reaction to me taking it.”

I look at him skeptically, distrust and anger set deep in my expression. I was more mad he took my stuff than the fact he took the letter. “You know Von Ryan?”

Something flashes behind his eyes, an emotion I can’t tell, and his buck teeth shine proudly from behind his wide grin. “Of course I do! I’m Von Ryan after all. I wrote you the letters.”

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dysco-lymonade · 3 months

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#6 for kissing prompt using any clexa you want 😊

You’re now entering an unknown Clexa AU set some time during college.

Maybe it’ll develop into something? Send me your thoughts and questions.

The bass is pounding so hard that Clarke can see the sound waves in her cup of lukewarm beer. Her mind wanders to Jurassic Park and she wonders if she wouldn’t enjoy being hunted by a T-Rex more than being at this party.

Beside her, Finn Collins is apologizing profusely.

Again.

She knows he is speaking, but she’s not listening. She honestly doesn’t really care that he missed the opening of the art show. It wasn’t like she’d sent him an invitation. It was a small college-wide display that would be going on for weeks.

She sees a hand come in to her line of sight. When her eyes focus, she sees fingers snapping in front of her face. “Yo, Earth to Clarke.” Finn has successfully grabbed her attention, and her murderous gaze.

“Did you seriously just snap at me?” She furrows her eyebrows.

He doesn’t even flinch at her tone.

“Yeah I was seeing if I couldn’t make it up to you.” He shoots her what she’s sure is supposed to be a cute crooked smile. It really just makes her want to rearrange his face.

She sighs, trying to make it clear that she’s not interested, without having to actually say it. “Finn, look. I’m not sure what—“

He cuts her off with a hand on her forearm. “I know you’re upset, princess. But it won’t happen again. I promise.”

“What won’t?” Clarke shrugs her arm away from his touch just as his eyes wander to something behind her.

“Oh hey, Lexa. Can you give us a minute?” Finn asks.

Clarke doesn’t hear a response. Instead, she feels herself being turned around with a gentle grasp to her shoulder. It’s like she’s moving in slow-motion.

Clarke’s eyes briefly land on the determined face of one Lexa Woods before she’s suddenly too close to focus on.

Two soft palms cup Clarke’s jaw as slender fingers grasp around the back of her neck.

Then Lexa’s lips are on hers.

It’s so unexpected that Clarke hadn’t had a moment to ready herself. Lexa comes in too quickly, damn near chipping Clarke’s tooth.

Clarke can’t find it in herself to mind. Instead, she sinks in to the feeling of Lexa’s hands cradling her face.

Clarke wraps her hands around Lexa’s waist to pull her in tighter, just as she starts to feel Lexa pulling away.

Clarke can hear Finn muttering curse words under his breath as he wanders off.

“Jesus, Lex. What was that?!” Clarke all but squeaks. Now looking Lexa directly in the eyes.

Panic is the only word that could possibly describe the look on Lexa’s face.

“Shit. I just saw him over here bothering you again and I thought— I don’t know what I thought. I didn’t think.” Lexa’s rambling and Clarke can’t help but find it endearing. Leave it to Lexa to step in and save Clarke from unwanted advances. She’s just never been quite so bold about it.

“Lex.” Clarke tries to get her attention to calm her down.

“That was bad, wasn’t it?” Lexa winces.

“Absolutely terrible.” Clarke teases back with a grin. “You should do it again.”

#clexa #clexa au #this could be another fun AU but I don’t have any solid plans on making it into anything #butttttt you never know #a little Lexa saving Clarke from unwanted advances AU #the other kiss prompt

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sunshinesdaydream · 6 months

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Hey there friend! Wanted to send in a little first kiss prompt request: "are you sure about this?" with hands on the waist with Cody?

🙏🏻 🤗

Thanks for the ask!!! I don't know that I've written Cody outside of "Rex's big brother" setting so, I hope this is somewhat in character!

Prompt: Will be in yellow "are you sure about this?" with hands on the waist with Cody Pairing: Cody x Female Reader Word Count: 764

You don’t know what about him that captivated you. There were thousands that looked like him around you daily. You didn’t really speak to him. There wasn’t much reason for a Marshal Commander to speak to one of the civilian mechanics on their star Cruiser.

You had bumped into him by accident an embarrassing amount of times. Or suspicious, depending on which trooper you listened to. After the first time he nearly always had his helmet off. Each time he apologized, his tones were soft and sweet. Definitely sweeter than you heard him speak to anyone else. But, to be fair they were his men.

After that first time you noticed more inspections of the ships, the pilots, the bay crews. The men talked after each one. A tally had been started of how many times he had looked towards whichever ship you were working on. Then the bets started.

“She won’t hit on him,” Ace said, “Five credits says he makes the first move,”

“Bold of you to assume that I’m interested,” you say.

“You say that but you’re blushing now and blush everytime he looks at you,” Loop said.

“I don’t even know him,” you answer.

“Part of the fun, isn’t it? Getting to know someone?” Ace said.

“If he was going to, he would have. Instead of harassing us with extra inspections and orchestrating ways to physically run into her in the corridors,” Loops went on with the conversation.

Truthfully the mystery of Cody had been preying on your mind, distracting you, and disrupting your sleep. One such sleep cycle, frustrated that you aren’t able to sleep, you decide to get a head start on work. With the hope of a long hard workday might silence your mind enough for you to sleep.

You don’t want to power the whole place on, so using the light on your data pad you head to the bay you usually work in.

But your heart leapt into your throat when you were halfway there you heard a voice call from the direction of your bay, “I don’t want to scare you,”

“Too late for that, who are you?” You ask the dark cavernous space.

“I’m sorry, mesh’la” comes the response, “I, um, it’s Cody,” then the power to your bay hummed to life and the lights came on. He had turned the power on.

“Sir, sorry to disturb you. Did you need something?” You ask automatically.

“Please don’t,” he answers, approaching you. “I’m not your superior, thank the force,”

“Did you need something then?” You ask again.

“No, I was just thinking,” he says, stopping in front of you. The light from your bay flowed from behind him like a halo. He wasn’t in his armor, but training gear.

“Here?”

Cody takes a deep breath,”I was thinking about you,”

“Me? Why me?” You say.

His cheeks darken with a flush,”I have made a big enough fool of myself by now. The men are talking. I was trying to figure out what to say to you. I thought if I came here… well I haven’t done a good job of it”

Looking up at him, wide eyed you say, “no. I mean, why me? I’m just a mechanic,”

Cody smilescrookedly, stepping closer, and reaching to run a finger along your cheekbone, “you are beautiful,” he tells you, but shakes his head slightly as he cradles your face in his hand. “But you are smart enough to know that’s not enough.” He takes one of your hands gently in his other, raising it to his lips and leaving a gentle kiss to the tips of your fingers. “You’re talented, I’ve seen you work near miracles. You know your abilities and aren’t afraid to stand up to those who doubt you,” he keeps holding your hand, giving it a light squeeze. “You care about those around you, the men speak highly of you, I could go on. But I could ask you the same. I’m just a clone after all,”

Your forehead crinkles and you frown. Before you can speak, he smiles and with a little laugh,”The stormy look you get when someone speaks badly about themselves, I nearly forgot,”

He slips his hands around your waist and pulls you closer. As you reach up to hold onto his shoulders, his training shirt soft and warm under your hands you ask, “are you sure about this?"

Cody leans down and gives you a chaste, but lingering kiss. “More sure than anything” he answered before pulling you impossibly closer and into a more passionate kiss.

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njordr · 4 months

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no because anakin was never dealt with a winning anything, my dude spent years as a slave’s kid working in the junk shop building droids as a form of fun.

i always enjoy the whole “Anakin just expected Obi-wan and Padmé to trust and listen to him?? Asshole” discourse because like… yeah??

not trying to self insert here but as a mentally I’ll individual 🫡 who in a fit of mania sometimes believes they are absolutely, 100% right and has the irrational thinking of; “im right, and you love me, you’re the person I love most, you should get it” & is totally irrationally emotional when they DONT, yeah… I GET THAT SIR!!

Even if it’s completely understandable, deep down I know they’re not at fault for not getting my own emotions, I’m in control of those — not others. I know this. Still, when my partner says something that goes against me it’s like nails against chalkboards sometimes

Again, when looking at Anakin he had nothing. He was a slave all his life, just to a different master each time. on Tatooine, to the Jedi/code, Palpatine and even to the Darth vader suit, he is never of his own free will. It was Qui-gon’s choice to win Anakin, to take him from his mother and home to what he thought would be a better life. granted it is, but he also finds himself isolated from what is imo what is supposed to be his “placeholder family”

MORE IMPORTANTLY Padmé is the love of his life, telling him that what he thinks they need, what he’s done for her and their family etc to be at peace/alive was actually WRONG!! BAD!! All meanwhile he doesn’t have any of his support at his side; Rex is off with ahsoka, obi-wan is fighting grievous on utpau meanwhile Palpatine has puppy Anakin at his every whim and call ((lets not forget that Palpatine had to have been grooming Anakin from a relatively young age)) They don’t get it, they didn’t see Padmé die before their very eyes, they don’t know what’s waiting them. Anakin is trying to save his family. Obi-Wan going against him is salt in the wound, even if Anakin himself knows it’s wrong and against the code and just completely evil.

I mean, Padmé FORGAVE him for the whole tusken massacre smh is it such a stretch to believe she would stand by his side as he waged war against the galaxy? i mean… isn’t that what love is…..? selfish, passionate, narcissistic, messy? she herself is a politician who often prioritized Anakin over her own duties I bet my man expected some “if you have a body in your trunk I’ll bring the shovel” type beat which also, i reiterate, WHY WOULDN’T HE when his wife forgave him for mass genocide, children included?,

he is emotionally/mentally fragile, he just recently slew younglings and killed Mace — you think this mf is thinking logically? Stop giving him the benefit of the doubt; he was a mess throughout the series, not once did he ever have his feet on the ground. He isn’t suddenly going to make the “right” decision, especially if it means sacrificing his loved ones. He’s an extremely flawed character, stop expecting him to make the right call.

The blocks of Anakin’s character have been set up to fall, Obi-Wan and Padmé are two of his most beloved relationships aside from his MOTHER that are completely dogging on his only hope of SAVING THEM. Anakin was never simply, “you have to do what I say or else I’ll get upset!” that’s a disrespect to his character — he can think logically. He isn’t a child. He is strategic, effective, in tcw he is the most efficient victorious warrior making Palpatine’s efforts look even better as leader of the republic. He builds droids from the time he is a young child all throughout his formative - adult years to the extent where knows how to understand their bleep bloops.

Anakin is flawed deeply, he was doomed from the get-go, never had a chance. His feelings are complex and deep and he questions the faith he swore to follow/protect. His character is so interesting to me and I have such a difficult time depicting the raw duality of man he wears on his shoulders everyday. Our desire to do good, yet to be evil; our desire to be unselfish, yet we are selfish.

This beautiful, scarred, monstrous mosaic of a man who from the very beginning, had a huge amount of pressure on him was meant to be so horribly dismantled. What other choice did he have? He is the chosen one, how could he be wrong? How could his idea of saving his family be any less honourable than the Jedi of the Galaxy?

He isn’t simply angry at them for not agreeing with him/falling with him, he feels betrayed. Personally. Obi-Wan and Padmé are pieces of Anakin, people that he loved so fiercely he labeled them as his enemies once they hurt him, he is too far gone to give them any semblance of second chances

anyways yep happy Thursday guys

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Hello hun, if it's possible do you think you could write a headcanon for the clones where they react to getting rescued by their s/o after getting captured by the enemy?

The clones can be of your choosing, but please do add Kix. I love him so much, he has my whole heart 🥺💕

I wrote about the other way around before. But this is an interesting take. Let me see 😊

Clones of my choosing? Interesting...

Kix/Rex/Fives/Tech x Reader - Who's The Hero?

Warnings: Slightly Angsty/Mostly Fluffy/A Bit Of Humor (I guess)

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What Happened:

Your clone partner has been captured by the enemy. But you won't leave him behind. You sneak behind enemy lines, you have a plan. You find your beloved in a cell. Here is his reaction…

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Kix

You have no idea if the plan will work, but Kix is definitely worth the risk.

You say softly, yet peppery, "Tadaaa! Your hero has arrived!"

He looks at you as if you were a ghost when you appear at the cell door.

"What the... How... Why are you... You should-"

Raising your brows, you ask dryly, "Do you need more time to finish that sentence?"

Kix huffs, "Mesh'la, you shouldn't be here, it's too dangerous."

You shrug and operate the keypad on the cell to open it.

You cock an eyebrow and say, "Oh, I know. Tons of droids out there. Wasn't so easy to find a sneak path. But who else is going to come rescue you? Did you really think I was going to leave you here to rot?"

He smirks and steps out of the cell.

"Well, to be honest, I didn't think anyone would come at all. Clones are expendable."

"Not to me," you say softly and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

For a brief moment he looks deep into your eyes and finally says, "Who am I kidding, I had a feeling you would come. I know you can be counted on".

With an affectionate, soft smile, you say, "I will always come for you".

"Usually I'm the one saving people, you know, as a medic and a soldier"

You smirk at him and say softly, "You still are my hero, Kix, always will be"

Kix expression softens a little.

"Okay, Mesh'la, I take your word for it"

You grab his hand and say, "Now come on, we have to hurry before they discover our escape vehicle."

Rex

"Hey you, you look lonely in your cell".

Rex jumps up from his seat.

"How did you get in here! You shouldn't be here!"

"Yeah, I'm glad to see you too" you say dryly and open the cell.

"Cyare, that was stupid of you."

You frown critically and look at him.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I didn't mean-"

Your gaze silences him. You give him hand signals to show him to follow you silently. You creep back the way you came in, to the shuttle hidden in a nearby patch of woods.

"Cyare…"

You just booted up the engine and have to wait a few more seconds for it to start before you can take off. You turn to him and see how meekly he looks at you.

"Thank you for coming here for me."

You smile.

"You would have done the same, Rex"

He nods and says, "Of course. Still, I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I was just so startled to see you here."

You sit down in the pilot's seat and he sits next to you in the copilot's seat.

"Because you care about me, I know you always do."

As the shuttle lifts off, and you hurry into space and on a hyperspace jump home, you feel a tension fall from you and breathe a deep sigh of relief. You have Rex safely with you again. As if to confirm your thought, one of his hands grasps yours, gently but firmly. He gently squeezes your fingers and smiles at you as you look at him.

"I missed you," you say softly.

"I missed you even more"

Fives

"It's about time you showed up," he says impatiently.

You look at him, puzzled.

"You're not at all surprised to see me here?"

Fives smirks, "I know you, sweet Mesh'la, you know it's dangerous, you know basically no one wants you to put yourself in danger, especially not for me, but you're more stubborn than a defiant Bantha."

You snort.

"You could at least pretend to be happy. Well, so much for the surprise"

He chuckles.

"My dear, would you rather I hadn't expected you and assumed you'd abandon me?"

You think for a second as you open the cell door and finally shake your head with a pout.

He comes toward you smiling and says, "There you go. And don't get me wrong, I'm overjoyed that you're here, so stop pouting, love."

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he finally says, "Let's get out of here before we both end up in that cell."

Tech

He sits there like a heap of misery, they have taken away his belt with the datapad and his tools, his weapons too, of course. As Tech sits there, he looks pretty lost.

"Hey Genius," you say quietly, trying to get his attention.

Tech looks up in surprise.

"Cyare!"

He jumps up and comes to the cell door. Tech looks relieved and worried at the same time.

"Are you sure no one saw you?" he asks tensely.

"I am," you say confidently.

He sighs with relief and says, "It's good to see you, my dear."

"Likewise," you return with a smile.

As you open the cell door, Tech explains in his matter-of-fact way, "I have weighed and calculated some options, but have come to the conclusion that my situation is hopeless without outside help. In a way, I had already mentally prepared myself to die here."

You frown and look at him reprovingly.

"I don't want to hear anything like that!"

Puzzled, he looks at you.

"The other day you told me to always tell you what's on my mind whenever I feel like I need to get something off my chest."

"I- yes, that's true of course, Tech, sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I just don't want you to give up on yourself."

"I didn't, I knew you'd come."

You say, "Just now, you said you expected to die in here."

He raises a finger and says, "In fact, in case you got caught and killed yourself, which was highly likely."

"You do have an incredible amount of faith in me" you say sarcastically with a small humorless smirk.

Again he raises his finger, "This has nothing to do with trust or faith, I was merely calculating probabilities"

Shaking your head you look up at him, "My dearest genius, sometimes you might want to try listening to your gut more."

As again his finger goes up in the air, and he opens his mouth, you encircle the finger with your hand so that it's in your fist. He looks at you puzzled and falls silent.

You say, "Enough. Let's go get you out of here, sweetheart"

"Good idea, my love"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 10

Shape Without Form

Rating: T (rating varies by chapter; mature content will be tagged; regardless of rating, minors DNI)

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

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings and tags: fluff; implications of stimulant use as a coping mechanism; Echo ships it; Riyo would jump that cyborg's bones right TF now if he would stop moving long enough

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Summary: Echo makes several discoveries.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings and "Do It Again," but all three fics can be read as stand-alones.

Shape without form, shade without colour,

Paralysed force, gesture without motion

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

ur-fav-cyborg: The king is in the castle.

Riyo stared at the message, trying to decrypt what in the gods’ green galaxy Echo was trying to say. Then it hit her. King—Rex—of course. Smiling, she typed a response.

cerulean-senator: You know, this is an encrypted channel. You don’t need to speak in code.

The response came immediately.

ur-fav-cyborg: Can’t be too careful. Encryptions can be sliced. I would know.

cerulean-senator: Fair enough. How did the royal excursion go?

ur-fav-cyborg: He’s holding court now. Care to join? I can start a holocall.

Riyo frowned. Somehow, calling in seemed intrusive in a way that simply being physically present did not.

cerulean-senator: I’ll sit this one out, but I’m looking forward to a full report afterwards. Will you have time to comm me tonight?

ur-fav-cyborg: For you, always.

She smiled, feeling a warm glow rise to her cheeks. Maybe she was being foolish. She’d only met Echo a few times, but there was something about his gentle eyes and quiet demeanor that drew her to him. Beyond that, she admired his bravery and selflessness; after all, he had had the opportunity to walk away from the fight and start a new life with Omega and the rest of the Batch. Instead, he’d chosen to stay with Rex and save as many brothers as he could.

His dedication to his brothers reminded her of Fox, and once again, she found herself grappling with the thorny question that had plagued her since her first immediate attraction to Echo. How could she move on so quickly? It had only been a little over a year since she had lost Fox—a year of silent grief and misery which she was forced to hide from the galaxy. Meeting Echo had felt like glimpsing the sunlight after months of darkness. Would Fox have wanted her to continue on in that shadow realm?

No.

The knowledge was so certain, it was as though he was in the room with her, speaking the word aloud. Fox had cared deeply about her. He would never have expected her to spend her entire life mourning him. He would want her to find happiness.

She could envision finding that happiness with Echo. The temptation to spend more time with him, to be alone with him, was overwhelming. She wanted to know everything about him: what was his favorite food? His favorite color? Did he prefer showers or baths? Tookas or massifs? Had he ever been to Pantora? What was his favorite holonovel? Did he even like holonovels? What was it like to raise a young child? Would he ever want children of his own? Just how far up did those prosthetic legs go? Was he even interested in a physical relationship, for that matter?

She had so many questions, and she couldn’t wait to find out the answers.

Cerra refueled the freighter and restocked its supplies of rations and gear while Gregor and Fireball loaded it with their preferred weapons and ammunition. The ship’s medkit had fortunately not been used much, but she refilled its dwindling supply of stims. By the time they were finished, Rex had long since disappeared into the barracks, and Echo offered to take first watch, thank the kriffing Maker. Cerra had been running on nothing but caf, stims, and stubbornness for the past three days, and her eyes burned with exhaustion. She hadn’t wanted to go back to sleep after her unsettling dream, so she had simply worked through the nights, but now she couldn’t put it off any longer.

“Wake me up for second watch,” she told Echo as she headed to the barracks. Fireball and Gregor needed to rest up for their mission, and there was no way any of the team would consider waking Rex.

She changed quickly into one of Fives’s old black tops and a pair of baggy sweatpants that may or may not have belonged to her, then she moved quietly to Gregor’s bunk.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” she whispered.

He didn’t reply, but he scooted back against the wall to make room for her and stretched his arm out for her to use as a pillow. She crawled under the blankets and snuggled close to him, burying her face against his chest as he wrapped her securely in his arms.

“You’re the best,” she sighed.

He kissed her forehead, and she passed out instantaneously. She felt like she’d barely closed her eyes when Echo nudged her awake. If she had dreamt at all, she didn’t remember it. Gregor was sprawled halfway over her, snoring softly. She extricated herself from his embrace carefully, wiggling free of his arms before slipping her leg out from beneath his thigh. He slept through it all, dead to the galaxy.

In the dim light of the barracks, Echo watched her maneuvers with an amused smile. She shrugged, and he shook his head, crossing to his own bunk. She crept out of the barracks and closed the door silently behind her.

The watch was uneventful. She passed the time by taking inventory of their supplies again, starting a list of items to barter, scavenge, or steal. They were going to need a better ship for Balmorra; that much was certain. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to start putting out feelers among her contacts, though it would be helpful to know exactly what the plan was before she committed to a deal.

They were also running low on caf beans, which frankly constituted an emergency. She would need to schedule time to make a grocery run with Gregor soon. He had insisted on accompanying her every time she bought food ever since the incident months previously that she had begun to think of as The Great Ration Bar Debacle. According to Gregor, she had the palate of a philistine and a child, and she was not to be trusted to make intelligent choices regarding foodstuffs. Takeout: yes. Groceries: no. Besides, since Gregor did all the cooking, he was the only one who knew what ingredients to buy.

Gregor and Fireball were up before dawn, not that it mattered on Level 1313. The sunlight never reached this deep in Coruscant’s underbelly. Cerra had their caf ready to go in travel mugs, as usual, and she walked with them out to the freighter.

“Be safe,” she said. “And keep an eye on the kid.”

“You do know I’m a battle-hardened veteran,” Fireball pointed out.

“I know,” Cerra said. “That’s why I want you to keep an eye on him.”

Gregor giggled and pulled her into a headlock, rubbing his knuckles vigorously into the top of her head.

“Unhand me, miscreant,” she grunted, flailing her arms to try to break away.

He let her go, then pulled her into a hug. His bulky armor was uncomfortably hard, but she leaned into it anyway.

“Keep the lights on for us,” he said.

“Always,” she replied.

And then they were gone, and Cerra trudged back into the garage to finish out her watch. For once, she was caught up on her recurring tasks and didn’t have any special assignments, so she pulled out the armor chestplate she’d been modifying and began fiddling with it again. She pulled the faulty connectors to see if she could recondition them, but they seemed to have been damaged beyond repair. They were a specialized part, but perhaps she could retrofit the armor to work with something standard. She wished she’d had a chance to salvage a few connectors while she was on Karthon, but it had been a little challenging to go digging for parts with some scughole scrapper taking potshots at her.

She rummaged through Trace’s stockpile of connectors and pulled out a few options that might work. She lost track of time as she tested the parts. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn’t hear the barracks door open.

“Any luck?” Echo asked from close beside her.

Cerra flinched and dropped the connector, which bounced off the workbench and skittered across the garage floor.

“Not so far,” she said with a sigh.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he said.

“That’s all right. None of them were working anyway.”

Echo examined the array of connectors on the table, then reached into the pouch on his belt. He withdrew a handful of parts and dropped them onto the tabletop.

“What about these?” he offered.

Cerra stared. “Where did you get those?”

“From the armory in the Venator on Karthon,” he said. “I got distracted by the ambush and forgot about them until now.”

Cerra picked one up and inspected it closely. “These are perfect! Thanks, Echo.”

He ducked his head and mumbled something about caf. Cerra began reconnecting the control module as Echo wandered to the kitchenette. It didn’t take long, and soon she let out a victorious whoop as the HUD unit in the helmet synced up.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Echo, I could kiss you right now. I’ve been tinkering with this for weeks with no luck. I can’t believe it’s finally working.”

“Glad I could help,” he said. “Sometimes all you need is the right piece for a major breakthrough.”

“That’s way too philosophical for this early in the morning,” she grinned.

“And I thought I was being subtle,” he said with an answering smile. “Caf?”

“Yes, please,” she said.

“How do you take it?”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” she said. “I don’t drink it for the flavor.”

“I know that’s not true,” Echo replied. “Gregor knows exactly how you like it.”

Does he? Cerra frowned, pondering. It was true that Gregor’s caf always tasted better, but she’d assumed that was just because everything he cooked was delicious, so it made sense that he would make the best caf out of the group.

“How can you tell?” she asked.

“Whenever you take your first drink of a cup he makes for you, you get this blissed out expression. I’ve never seen you do it when you taste anyone else’s caf, even your own.”

“Huh,” she said, stumped. “I guess you’d have to ask Gregor, then.”

Echo regarded her with speculation. Cerra shrugged and turned back to continue working on the cuirass. Soon, he rejoined her and set a steaming cup on the table. He waited expectantly, so she picked it up and took a cautious sip. It was… fine. It tasted like caf.

“It’s good,” she said. “Thanks.”

His expression turned smug, as if he knew something she didn’t, but he turned to inspect the cuirass. “Have you already tried on the full kit?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said affirmatively. “I ran into some issues with the pauldron fit.”

He nodded. “I had to modify the arm holes of my cuirass to accommodate the lost muscle mass. The pauldrons kept hitting it whenever I moved my arms.”

“That’s what I found, too. I made the whole cuirass narrower and reshaped it to fit around the chest, but the pauldrons are still catching.”

“If you want to try it on again, I can help you map out the cuts,” he offered.

“I would appreciate the help,” she said gratefully. “You mentioned something about other mods, too?”

“Let’s get the fit right before we start adding things on,” he said. “Whipcord launchers and flamethrowers are nice to have, but if the armor doesn’t fulfill its base function, there’s not much point to it. All it does is add a lot of unnecessary weight.”

They worked together in companionable silence, punctuated by occasional discussions about the technical side of clone trooper armor. Echo’s commlink chimed a few times, and he always typed out a quick response to whomever was sending him messages before returning to the work at hand. By the time Rex joined them, Echo had thoroughly marked up the plastoid in preparation for the next step, and Cerra began removing it and stacking it neatly on the workbench.

“Hey, Cap,” Cerra greeted Rex. “Fresh caf in the pot. Sleep okay?”

He nodded and ground the heel of his hand into his eyes as he stumbled toward the caf maker. In a rasping voice, he said, “Looks like you two have been productive this morning.”

“We’re making progress,” Echo said.

“Good,” Rex replied. “Always makes me nervous when she goes out there without armor.”

“You know I survived a whole-ass war without armor, right?” Cerra asked.

“And how did that work out for you?” Rex asked drily.

“No need to be a smartass,” she retorted.

“What happened?” Echo asked.

“Nothing,” she said sharply.

“Durasteel shrapnel,” Rex replied, prompting an irritated glare from Cerra. “Right in the thigh. Nearly bled the kark out.”

“And thousands of other people died in that battle,” she said. “Their armor wasn’t much help when they got vaporized or sucked out into space. It was sheer, stupid luck that I made it out.”

“I’m confused,” Echo said. “I thought you wanted this armor?”

“Oh, she does,” Rex said. “She just doesn’t know how to back down from a fight.”

“And Rex can’t go five minutes without starting one,” Cerra said, disgruntled.

“How long have you two known each other?” Echo asked.

“Forever,” Cerra and Rex said in unison.

Jinx, you owe me a Coke, she thought reflexively, and from the way Echo’s eyes snapped to hers, she knew he’d thought it, too.

“Cerra and I were assigned to General Skywalker’s command at the same time,” Rex said. “She was just as much of a pain in my ass back then.”

“Echo,” Cerra said with a vindictive gleam in her eye, “did Rex give you the ‘experience outranks everything’ speech when you met him?”

“He called me a shiny and told me to call him ‘Captain’ or ‘sir,’” Echo said.

“Sounds about right,” she said. “Of course, by the time he was lecturing me about experience, I’d been serving as long as he’d been alive.”

“As a desk jockey,” Rex snorted.

“Still counts, youngling,” she teased.

“He was probably just nervous because you were the first girl he’d ever met,” Echo said.

Cerra laughed as Rex gave them both a disgusted look. “Remind me why I asked you two to join me, again?”

“Because we both listed sedition on our resumés,” Cerra replied.

“No, it’s because I hoped you could annoy the Empire as much as you annoy me,” Rex retorted.

“You love it,” she said.

“Hmph.” Rex disappeared into his cup of caf for a long moment as Cerra finished removing her armor.

Echo had an odd expression on his face, and he looked back and forth between Rex and Cerra a few times before he seemed to make a decision. “Can I ask something?”

“Shoot,” Cerra said.

“How was Fives after Lola Sayu?”

Cerra felt like he’d punched all the air out of her lungs. She had no idea how to respond, or what could have prompted him to ask the question. She looked to Rex, who lowered his cup slowly.

“He… was angry,” Rex said slowly. “He said the Jedi had a double standard in how the clones were treated.”

“What kind of double standard?” Echo asked.

Rex hesitated, so Cerra answered. “They ordered him to leave you behind, to keep moving. But when the Jedi died, they somehow found time to give him a kriffing funeral. Just for the Jedi, of course. Not for the clones who died to protect all of them.”

Her voice grated with suppressed rage. Rex cleared his throat, patently uncomfortable with Cerra’s open criticism of the Jedi. She took a deep breath and forced herself to stop talking before she went too far.

“After that,” Rex said, “Fives was even more dedicated to protecting his brothers. He felt he couldn’t count on anyone else to do it.”

The group lapsed into silence, and Cerra found that the conversation wasn’t as painful or awkward as she had expected it to be.

“I asked him, once, if the burden he took on was too heavy,” Cerra said. “Do you know what he told me?”

“Given that it was Fives, I imagine he made a joke,” Echo said.

“He said he was used to it from wearing those massive pauldrons,” she said. “Then he asked if I wanted to sit on them while he ate me out.”

Echo choked. “That sounds like Fives.”

“Gross,” Rex complained. “Nobody wants to hear about what kind of depravity you two reprobates got up to during your leave time.”

“Who says we were on leave?” Cerra smirked. “Besides, you’re no-one to talk. I know what you were doing with—”

“No need to get into that now,” Rex interrupted hastily.

“Wait, who was it?” Echo asked.

“Nobody,” Rex said firmly as Cerra cackled with evil delight. “Now, about Balmorra.”

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In More Ways Than One, Part 9.5 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Rumors

Summary: You 'set the record straight' with Commander Cody

Tags: (the series is) 18+ smutty mcsmutterson, porn with plot, basically, all the good stuff

Warnings: One use of whore in derogatory sense.

Notes: There's a little Easter Egg for @cyarbika's No Strings Attached and @enigmaticexplorer's Moth to Flame - not canon for their stories by any means, just fun. @dumfanting, as always, the editor of my dreams - thanks lovely.

Word Count:~300

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 5.5 Part 6 Part 6.5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 9.5 Part 10

"Commander Cody."

"Ah, your majesty! What a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe this exquisite pleasure?"

"Sir, you've been hanging around your General too much."

"Hah. You aren't the first to say that. Anyway. What can I do for you?"

"The Sergeant told me about your concern the other day."

"Did he now?"

"He did. He had to check in with me, as this whole rumor run experiment was my idea."

"Go on."

"I’ve been having trouble being… approached by troopers on and off duty. I heard the ‘whore of 99’ rumor, probably started out of spite, and decided to use it to my advantage. The boys have been generous enough to help me out - and it's had pretty remarkable results."

"Hmph. Interesting approach."

"So. If you hear anyone getting too worried about this, I would appreciate you sharing that I’ve spoken with you, and there’s no real cause for concern. Rumors are just rumors, of course. Just, well, if you could keep it on a need-to-know basis? We wouldn’t want our ruse to be ruined."

"Of course not. Understood. I’ll make sure to pass that onto anyone I deem necessary."

"Thank you, Commander."

"Are you still aboard the Captivator?"

"Yes sir. Our inoculations have pushed off our mission a bit further than intended, but I’m sure we’ll find a way to fill the time."

"I’m sure you will. Take care of them, trooper."

"Always, Commander."

The com beeps as the transmission ends. Commander Cody turns to the companion waiting out of sight, stretching his arms before placing his hands on the back of his head.

"There you go, vod, nothing to worry about - she's a grown woman who knows what she’s doing."

Rex steps forward, letting out the breath he was holding in.

"That’s… a relief," he says, rubbing the back of his head. "When I first heard that this existed… I almost lost it. I appreciate you checking on it for me.”

Cody levels a smirk at his brother. “Still not sure why you couldn’t check yourself.”

Rex seems to answer without thinking, staring off while continuing to rub the back of his neck. “I didn’t want her to think that I believed it for a second. Couldn’t stand if she thought I was judging her…” he seems to realize what he’s said and glances over at Cody, standing up a bit straighter.

“I’ll… I’ll tell the boys - the ones who know her anyway. Tell them to hold fast to it." He lets his hands fall to his side and turns to the door. His voice hardens. "Though - I won't stop them punching anyone who... calls her anything." He turns back towards the Commander as the door swooshes open. "Thanks, Cody."

Cody nods as he departs, smirking to himself. Old boy had it bad for this mesh'la- probably didn't realize HOW bad, but everyone else did. He would feel bad for him, if he didn't know for certain Rex'd chosen it himself.

He turned his chair back to look at the quiet com sitting in front of him. Just a rumor, huh? He grinned, playing over the conversation again a few times to his satisfaction.

Cody knew about rumors. He had heard quite a few - Wolffe and that bartender from 79s, General Skywalker and that Senator from Naboo, Bly and his General, Cody and his general... there were plenty out there to choose from, each one a bit more ridiculous than the last.

Cody chuckled to himself as he leaned back in his seat, gazing up at the bulkhead.

The best part about any collective batch of rumors?

Well, in the end, some of them always turned out to be true.

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What up, tag list?

@ladykatakuri @ben-is-a-hoe @klay97 @kaitou2417 @dumfanting @kuromisheart @koifish08 @echo-is-worth-more-than-2000 @badbatch-simp24 @pointy-sharp @rainytears2 @gabile18 @nedxwynert @chopper-witch @nexxxxxxxxx @nightscissor @corona-one @babypandasugar22 @pumpkinkpatch @oohyesplease @princessclaire2 @just-a-shit-ton-of-trama @badbatch-simp24 @foreverhockeytrash @unholy-t-rin-ity @reeny26 @smurderous @xxeiraxx @discarded-beskar @just-an-anxious-ball-of-flesh @mybigfatspoonielife @whore4rex @andyoufollowyourheart @lokigirlszendaya @captain-splock-you @darkangel4121 @gluwu @stormweather99 @redpool @mysanityleaving @alwayssnivellus @chickentenderx @scioness-7 @moniicarlo @nekotaetae @cjoftheriver @ladykagewaki @charlie-boo @blueink-bluesoul @vithepotato @aconstructofamind @pb-jellybeans

#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #madame writes #in more ways than one #clone force 99 smut #clone force 99 x reader

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