#Wanted Kama so damn bad
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This Anniversary’s GSSR Summons
#Wanted Kama so damn bad#But Gacha God Said#a poet#space cop#and a Indian cat boy#fate grand order#fgo#venny's art#ritsuka fujimaru#gudako#delinquent gudako au#female ritsuka fujimaru#murasaki shikibu#Godjuna#arjuna alter#mhxx#mysterious heroine xx
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Demon Slayer Drabbles!: Upper Moons 5 and 6 with a Darling That Draws Them!
I KNOW I HAVE A SMUT IN THE WORKS BUT Y'ALL ARE GONNA BE ON HOLD.
I got this idea while talking with @vampcubus, lovely person btw, love them lots, so here we are. Also Gyutaro brainrot is real. We got two men, just finished writing them, gonna post and pass out, please enjoy the fluff. Read beneath the cut, because it's late and my usual style is escaping me at the moment.
Anyways, with that out of the way, kick back, relax and enjoy~
-Glitchtricks
Gyutaro
He doesn't understand why you were stealing so many glances at him while scribbling in that blank book he stole for you to use, the scratching of the pencil lead against the paper filling the room, drawing Gyutaro from his meditation to focus on your tinier frame. Amber eyes lock with yours and Gyutaro raises a brow seeing you blush brightly and shyly look back at what you're working on, the scraping sounds intensifying in the silence of the demon's den. He got to his feet, dragging himself to your side.
You were awfully weird for a human, a lot unlike the traditional artists of the land, you worked more with lead and that book rather than paint. It was odd, but Gyutaro figured he wasn't in any position to judge, you did decide to be his after all.
"Oi, what're you doin', human, eh?" The demon croaked out, trying to look over your shoulder to see just what you were scribbling, his carved eyes catching sight of what looked to be a tuft of hair before you yanked the book to your chest. "Hey, let me see that!" The demon growled.
"I-It's embarrassing!" You whined, Gyutaro rolling his eyes at you.
"Aren't we partners or lovers or somethin'? The fuck you hidin' that's so bad? Can't be worse than me."
"Don't talk about yourself like that."
"Just gimme the damn book." Gyutaro growled, snatching you sketchbook from you as you let out a yelp. The upper moon didn't care much for your protests as he started flicking through the pages, flowers, people, and buildings of all sorts filling the pages, until he noticed a pattern emerging, little sketches of himself beginning to appear in the buildings; imagery of his hunts with Daki, him grinning maniacally while clutching his flesh laden kama in his hands, and then full pages of just him making various expressions, the most frequent being of him smiling, little hearts doodled next to the carefully made portraits of him.
Gyutaro was quick to fall silent, his heart clenching in his chest as he shoved the book back into your hands, not wanting to believe what he just saw. You meekly looked up at him, face dusted red.
"Uhm...I-"
"Why am I in there?"
"Wha-"
"You heard me." Gyutaro growled, baring his teeth threateningly. "Why the fuck am I in there?!"
"Because I like to draw you..." You murmured, feeling disappointment bubble in your chest. "You look so incredible, and unique, a-and since we love each other I thought you would mind?"
"I-I don't- I just- I can't- Ugh, fuckin' damn it..." Gyutaro let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging more than normal. "Do...do you want me to pose or some shit...?" You perked up, looking at your beloved with those sparkling eyes that never failed to make his heart pound.
"Would you mind...?" You asked hopefully, you demonic darling shaking his head no and getting to his feet.
"Just tell me what to do, 'kay?"
Fuck, you loved this man.
Gyokko
Gyokko adored that you were like him, an artist, a visionary, and all while being a sublime beauty in and of yourself; a muse of unprecedented measures! And oh, how cutely you scrawl away in that little sketchbook he had gifted you, Gyokko practically buzzed in delight.
You were perched in the center of his coiled, serpentine tail, his smooth fish like scales scraping your skin comfortingly as you worked away at another portrait of your eccentric lover. Gyokko adored watching you sketch, especially depictions of him, the demon letting out excited chitters seeing your beautiful pencilwork. He'd model for you, pose, be the muse you adored so much. He'd also offer surprisingly excellent critiques for you to use and incorporate into your work.
He expected the same from you, of course! He was an artist as well, and since you were one like him, he held you opinions far higher than anyone else's. That took a little getting used to for you, as his...art was often rather grotesque and stomach churning, the screams of his victims nor the fact that they seemed stitched together helped the matter. You powered through though, making Gyokko the happiest demon alive with your praises and suggestions, always making use of them for inspiration.
"Oh, my muse, you captured me so well in this!" Gyokko cooed to you, a blush creeping up to your cheeks seeing how pleased your beloved was.
"Ah, I'm glad you think so, I've been trying to practice with more lighting techniques." You replied softly, the lead of your pencil scraping soothingly against the rough paper, Gyokko's hand soon enveloping your own to guide you.
"Care to let me help, my sweet muse?" He asked softly, grinning wide when you nodded.
Gyokko was always eager to indulge in his craft, and always hungry to indulge in yours.
Fuckin' hell I can't quite characterize I need to watch Swordsmith Village.
#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer gyutaro#demon slayer gyokko#gyutaro x reader#gyokko x reader#upper moons#glitchwrites.notepad#demon slayer fanfic#demon slayer fluff
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so not only does Summer Ibuki not have a child ascension like Summer Kama (and thank fuck for that) but she actually has a cheerleader outfit.
Geez FGO if you wanted my money so bad just break into my damn house.
#Fate Grand Order#Ibuki Douji#i want the snek#i want the snek so bad and i feel so mad at myself but here we are#i /am/ absolutely that easy
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Sakura, why do the gods want your body so damn bad?
"Who can say? Perhaps I just have something they desperately need~? Nee-san became a lot of goddesses too, you know...And one of them is my obedient toy already...~"
She likes having Ishtar at her beck and call; It's liberating. And honestly, she doesn't mind being used as a pseudo-servant for Parvati, Kama, and Durga. They seem pretty happy in ther new forms, and she's happy to help them feel more comfortable in that light regardless.~
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Album of the Week #33
Talk Dirty
(2014)
by Jason Derulo
Overall Rating: 5.5/10
TL;DR: Funny, but that doesn’t equal good.
(bad cover 0/10)
Okay so you’re probably looking at this weeks album wondering if I’m mentally okay. Past me must have thought she was so so funny and put this on the “to review” list and the random number generator also must have thought that day was silly day. But you know you have to make lemonade out of lemons or as Jason Derulo would say kinky sex out of regular sex.
Overall Thoughts
I somehow completely forgot the grip this album had on the world in 2013. FIVE out of the eleven songs were hit singles that I still know most of the words to. Honestly I feel like I was more familiar with this album than any other one I’ve reviewed. Does that make the album good? Well no.
I will give Jason some credit though, most of the singles off of this are absolute bangers. “Talk Dirty” is a perfect example of a catchy sax riff in a pop song and the 2 Chainz rap in it makes me absolutely cackle every time (“sold out arenas you can suck my PENIS” like why does he yell the word penis). “Trumpets” is pretty basic but does a great job of staying in your head with another banger horn riff. “Wiggle” is literally a perfect song no changing my mind. The song takes itself so seriously given the content and how can you not love a song that ends with “damn girl you got a bright future behind you”.
I absolutely hate “The Other Side,” most likely because it was impossible to escape when it was on the radio. It’s a terrible ear worm that screams 2013 in the worst way possible. I would have rather gone my whole life without hearing it again. “Marry Me” is okay, just a basic pop song that gets the job done. It does have the terrible bass drum situation that most of the songs have though.
The bass on my Spotify is jacked up pretty high so I don’t know if that’s the problem, but I’ve never heard songs peak in my headphones like this. It’s comically bad, and while maybe it would sound better in my car, it would probably just peak and ruin the song. It absolutely ruins songs like “Marry Me” which are supposed to be heartfelt, weighed down by club bass.
While the bass drum thing makes sense in club oriented songs like “Bubblegum” (spoiler, the bubblegum is a girls ass) or “Kama Sutra” it still hurts my ears and makes me unhappy. These songs also have ear piercing synths that should never be put in any song, making them pretty much unlistenable. And in between these bodacious songs is a ballad about being in love??? Who placed that there?? You get whiplash twice in a row.
The winner of my favorite lyrics though goes to “With the Lights On” (any guess what he wants do with the lights on??). I’m just going to paste them right here, because wow.
Girl, you know you bad like a Mike song, right?
Hope you don't mind I keep my Nikes on, right?
We can film it all on my iPhone 5
I just-I just-I just wanna freak you with the lights on
Poetry, art, a masterpiece. Not to mention that the second verse contains the lyrics “I got FCK, I need you, get it?” which not gonna lie, I thought was a good line until he followed it with “get it?” as if my stupid woman brain couldn’t understand the alphabet.
Final Verdict
Look Jason, (can I call you Jason?) you’ve got some killer songs on here. Just learn what synths actually sound good to human ears and don’t cause instand headaches, then I think you could have a killer album. Don’t change how you write lyrics though. 20/10.
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A Birthday Card for Satoru
You give Satoru Gojo a birthday card since it’s his birthday. A platonic gesture because you felt bad for the asshole not having anyone to celebrate or remember his birthday with him. It didn’t mean anything more than that. At least it shouldn’t have. Which is going to be hard to use in order to explain how and why he’s rearranging your guts in a random office.
Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader (cis; pronouns she/her)
Content: oral (giving), titty fuck, “good girl,” face fucking, blindfold, rough sex, mild degradation (slut)
You hand him the plain envelope with a simple, “Here.”
“What’s this? A love letter? Y/N, you can just say it a loud. Nobody’s around to hear how you’ve been pining for me,” said Satoru.
“It’s a birthday card, ass. I felt bad for you because nobody told you ‘happy birthday’ or wants to spend time with you today. Don’t make it weird!”
“Ah, but you still like me enough to get me a card for my birthday!”
“That’s it! I’m taking it back!”
You reach for the envelope, but Satoru manages to pull you into a bear hug from which there’s no escape. His arms snake around you and rest at the small of your back. You’re squeezed tight against him. Abashed, you realize that he can probably feel everything, especially with how your breasts are pushed firmly against his torso.
“Just give me the damn birthday card, you pervert!”
“How can you give me a birthday card, but no present? Seems awfully rude, don’t you think, Y/N?”
“You’re so full of yourself,” you sighed.
“Come on, it’s my birthday. Don’t tell me you didn’t get me anything?”
“I got you a card and I promised myself that I wouldn’t kill you today. Isn’t that a present enough?”
Satoru lowered his face next to your ear. “There’s one thing that you can give me that won’t cost you a thing.”
“Oh, and what would that be?”
“I’ve always wondered what my cock would look like wrapped around your pretty lips,” he chuckled.
Powered by your anger and embarrassment at such a request, you pushed him off. Satoru held onto the birthday card. You turned your back to him deciding that your dignity wasn’t worth giving him what he wanted, even if he was joking.
“Don’t tell me you’re not the least bit curious. Haven’t you wondered what it looks like?”
You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not. Satoru Gojo had been picking on you since your days as a student at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. It’d been innocent yet pestering at first. Once you were adults, Satoru was convinced you wanted to sleep with him. The man had a literal and figurative body count, and you weren’t keen on getting added to either list. But still, you wondered why women, and some men, flocked to Satoru like he was the incarnation of Eros or Kama* himself. You’d caught yourself from time to time wondering what about Satoru’s skills in bed to keep a list of partners crawling back for more. You teased the thought of finding out for yourself, but chickened out every time. Here he was, offering himself on a silver platter to satisfy your curiosity. The fact that Satoru would get to one-up you again was the cherry on top.
“Awfully confident. A lot of men talk about their game like they’ve been gifted Cupid’s dick or something. I guess that it’s all bravado,” you replied.
Satoru staggered back, clutching his chest, and feigning an injury. “Ouch. You know how to get to me.” He smirked. “But let’s say we prove it once and for all. You do as I say as my birthday present, and if I'm not good as I say I am, I'll leave you alone. For good. But if I win...”
“If you win,” you emphasized.
“When I win, you have to say that my cock is the best you’ve ever had and you can’t live without it. What’d you say?” Satoru held out his hand, hoping you would shake it.
The stakes weren’t too bad. At least, nobody you knew would overhear you say that in case you did lose. No matter, like you’d pass the chance to not only wipe that smug look off Satoru’s face, you could get him to stop teasing you. You stuck your hand out and shook his vigorously.
Satoru wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you behind a desk. He plopped himself down while you stood there, waiting for his commands. All you had to do was listen to him for a little while and when he lost, you never would have to speak to this man again. How hard could it be? Satoru thumbed the blindfold and peeled it off. You’d seen his eyes before, but you never saw them up close and personal. They were like perfect crystals with ever-changing colors shifting around. The lights were dim in this office, but Satoru’s eyes somehow still glowed and refracted light like a prism. And he still wore that stupid smug look on his face.
“Take off your top.”
You shrugged off your blazer and button-up. Without being asked, you unclipped your bra and let it fall off your shoulders. You felt Satoru’s eyes following the rise and fall of your chest as you breathed.
“Eager?” Satoru chuckled.
“N-No. I figured you were going to do something nasty, so I took it off to keep it from getting dirty.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” said Satoru. He leaned back into the chair, stroking the outline of the tent in his dark trousers. “Now, crawl over to me and unzip my pants.”
“You don’t want me to get naked?”
“Do you?”
“NO!”
“There’s plenty of time for that later, but for now, I want you to fulfill a little fantasy of mine. So, hop to it. On your hands and knees and crawl over to me, princess.”
You oblige him. You sank to your knees and started crawling towards him. You hated how your breasts swayed with your movement for Satoru’s viewing pleasure. Once you reached him, Satoru crooked his finger for you move even closer. You glared into his eyes as he cupped your chin while his other hand undid his pants. Satoru dragged down the zipper slowly, almost hypnotizing you with the sound. He rose slightly in the chair and shifted to pull down his pants and boxers to allow his cock to spring free. Your eyes stopped glaring for a second to gape at how hard and ready he already was, and neither of you touched each other.
Satoru stroked himself and tapped your bottom lip with the pinkish head of his cock. You stuck your tongue out to lick the tip and swallowed more of him down your throat. Satoru’s hand came down the back of your neck to help push his cock deeper down your throat.
“Look at you go,” Satoru snickered as he watched you take him and suck him off. “You’re a regular pro. Shit, you’re good!”
You worked his cock faster, stroking with your hand what you couldn’t take down your throat. You slobbered over his cock and made sure to lick the sensitive vein that made him flinch and buck his hips into your face. You swallowed his pre-cum. Satoru reached down and cupped your breasts. His longer slender fingers pinched, pulled, and teased your nipples until they were painfully stiff. You raised yourself on your knees and pressed Satoru’s cock between your breasts. You rubbed him down, palming yourself and tweaking your nipples in place of his. You peered up defiantly to find Satoru almost unfazed by your antics. Glaring, you stroked him faster with your breasts and sucked in your cheeks, taking him all the way down your throat.
“Good girl, good girl, good girl.” Satoru canted as he patted the top of your head, pushing it down ever so slightly.
Satoru bucked his hips against your face. He grabbed both sides of your head and held it still for him to fuck your mouth. Drool dribbled out of the corner of your mouth with how fast and hard he drove himself into your mouth. Satoru hissed and swore regardless of who might be able to hear. You pushed on his thighs, but Satoru was relentless. No matter your short-lived rebellion, you kept your mouth wide open for him to fuck. Your drool dribbled down the front of your neck and smeared on your boobs. Satoru pulled out roughly at the last minute just for you to catch some of his cum on your tongue. He used the rest to paint your chest white. The obscene, sticky substance splattered and Satoru left your jaws sore and used. Satoru swiped some up with two of his fingers and inserted them into your mouth. You licked and sucked his fingers clean. He repeated this gesture until most of the cum was cleaned off your chest. Then, Satoru took his blindfold and tied it over your eyes.
“Up you go!” He helped you to your feet.
Without your eyes, you were under his control. You felt slick between your thighs, even through the thick denim of your jeans. These were the next to go as Satoru unbuttoned your pants and yanked everything down to your ankles. You held unto his arms as you kicked off your shoes and stepped out of your clothes. You wailed as Satoru reached between your legs and shoved his fingers inside of you.
“You’re fucking soaked, Y/N-chan. Did you like when I fucked your tight little mouth?”
You whimpered under his touch. Satoru drove his fingers deeper, using his thumb to rub infinite circles on your clit. More and more of your cream spilled out. It lubed his fingers to reach deep inside and find that spongy part of your body that no toy could reach quite well as he did. Satoru curled his fingers and thrust in and out at a harsh pace. You spilled all over his hands and on the floor. Your back arched and your nails dug into his arms that supported you. You couldn’t stop the scream that erupted from your throat as Satoru pitched you headlong into orgasmic bliss.
“Good girl. Coming all over my fingers like a good little slut. What’s this? Did you just get tighter when I called you a slut?”
You shook your head, but you both knew the truth. Satoru had been teasing you for years. You could justify and say that it was your body’s natural reaction; you had no control over it. But deep down inside, you liked--no. You loved the sound of Satoru saying those foul things. That’s why you clenched around his fingers even as he pulled out.
In a flash, your back was pinned to the desk. A shuffle of clothing later, you felt Satoru’s hot skin graze against yours as he slipped between your legs. He wrapped your ankles behind his neck and drove his cock into your well-lubricated cunt.
“What the fuck? How you hard again?” You shouted. Human language was then quickly forgotten when Satoru started thrusting.
“I have better stamina than any man before me. And certainly after.” He gloated.
Blindfolded, your senses and nerve endings went haywire. Without seeing him drive his cock the furthest it could go inside your cunt, you felt him. Every inch of his cock turning your insides into mush. The thick veins rubbed your inner walls. It was like scratching a bad itch having him bury himself all the way in, pull out to the tip, and ram back in. Over and over and over...
Your nails dug into the wood of the desk which shuddered and rattled in time with Satoru’s cock rearranging your guts. You scraped at the desk for a chance of purchasing sanity and grounding, but found none. Satoru grabbed your hips to forcibly bring you along his cock. His hands bruised your hips while you tossed your head back and forth.
“You...should see...your...self now, Y/N. You looking so-so-so f-fucking good on my cock right now. H-Happy birthday to me, indeed!”
“S-Shut up!” You snarled before your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
*desire, wish, or longing. Found in Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jain literature, kama is the concept of sexual and sensual desire and longing. In Hinduism, kama is associated with Kamadeva, the god of human desire.
#Jujutsu Kaisen#jjk#Jujutsu Sorcerer#jjk fanfiction#jjk smut#reader fic#reader smut#female reader#female (cis) reader#Satoru Gojo#x reader#Satoru Gojo x Reader#satoru gojo x female reader#satoru dojo x fem! reader#18+ only#no minors allowed#Minors DNI#Happy Birthday Satoru Gojo
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Having a poly relationship with Machine Gun Kelly and Megan Fox?
Poly w/ The Hotties
○Warnings: Smut, language, drug use, suggestive content.
○Masterlist
○A/n: I haven’t written for this king for a FAT min. (You’re short in this btw.)
I’m sorry, but the relationship would revolve around Kells.
His emotions are on hypersensitivity 24/7 so it’s usually up to you and Megan to calm him down. (Literally nobody else can do it but you two)
You and Megan are honestly a dream team.
You will still insist on working a job, even though Colson and Megan’s money combined is enough to fund a small country.
Backstage V.I.P. passes for every single performance of Colson’s if you want them.
You smoke with Kells.
He better give you damn good head if he wants you to do acid with him cause with the acid, he gets is heavy shit.
Megan doesn’t approve of the substance use habits the two of you have developed, but there hasn’t been a bad incident yet, so that was enough for her.
Megan is the ultimate top. It’s kinda like a spectrum. Megan is the most dominant, you’re the most submissive. Colson resides somewhere in that grey area.
You and Kells are like the Terror Twins. You do everything together, legal and illegal. You like reeking havoc on all of L.A.
You and Casie are deadass best friends.
You’re like the big sister she never had and she loves you for it. You’re always out together, spoiling each other with money that isn’t yours :)
Megan makes it a point to join the two of you when she can, but she’s normally pretty busy.
Same with Colson.
But when Colson does get his hands on his two favorite girls, (Megan is his favorite woman, that’s his logic, don’t question it, it’ll make your head hurt), he’ll cuddle both you and Casie while watching movies and it just makes your heart go BOOM.
Your height makes you shorter than both your lovers, so automatically, you are baby. I don’t make the rules.
Sometimes you’ll even wake up to Colson wrapped around you as if you were a teddy bear. Unfortunately for you, he is super needy in the mornings.
“Colson I have to pee.”
“Then hold it. Cause I don’t.”
You eventually wait it out until your squirming in discomfort and then slip away from his arms, but not without him whining like a child.
You three do a lot together, but sometimes Colson and Megan leave for work. Sometimes one of them, worst scenario is both.
You get lonely, so that’s why they don’t let you out of their sights when their home because they missed you and their other partner too.
Luxury vacations are always on the table with them.
Deadass, you’ve seen the world at least 3 times over because of Kells’ tours and just going places to get away.
Okay, okay, now for the ~s m u t~
You are bottom bitch obviously.
BUT THAT’S NOT A BAD THING.
You deadass have the time of your life with these two.
Don’t even get me STARTED on the head that both Megan AND Colson can give. Mf, those people with have your legs trembling.
We been knew Colson has a long schlong.
(and a tight ass-)
They both worship your body if you feel insecure. Will smother you with kisses if they hear you talking bad about yourself.
Megan of course will give Colson attention too cause he’s a little neEDY BITCH-
They treat you with all sorts of new positions.
Megan bought a Kama Sutra book when she was in New York City and y’all haven’t stopped using that book to save your life.
(The book)
Megan won’t admit it but she loves when she’s receiving head more than she does giving.
But the sex is ABSOLUTELY BOMB, lemme tell you-
Their stamina is insane, they can last like 3-4 rounds each.
Bitch, you can’t even breathe by the end of it. You need help standing, that should say enough.
#machine gun kelly#machine gun kelly x reader#machine gun kelly smut#mgk#mgk smut#mgk x reader#colson baker#colson baker x reader#colson baker smut#tickets to my downfall#bloody valentine#megan fox#megan fox x reader#poly#poly headcannon
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I've been feeling a bit detatched from my writing lately, but I wanted to do something for Harry's birthday. So I managed to get out 2k of, I think maybe fluff? Many thanks to @booktopusmunro for the speedy beta and encouragement ❤️ Happy birthday Harry!
Sidenote: Sega Mega Drive was called Sega Genesis in the US. This fic is loosely based on a scene from the Friends episode “The One Where Rachel Finds Out”.
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“Everybody! Hey, everybody, settle down! It’s time for Harry to open his presents!”
Ron’s sonoroused voice made Harry wince as he sat cross-legged in his favourite squishy armchair. A belly full of birthday cake and the comfort of his friends surrounding him made Harry sleepy; but as he watched them all scramble to get seated as close to him as possible, a warmth rose in his chest. Ron had, of course, already sat down on the sofa closest to Harry before he made the announcement, but at Harry’s single raised eyebrow he shrugged with a crooked grin.
Harry snorted. He knew that with five older brothers, it was inevitable that Ron knew how to get to the front first. He looked around the room, trying not to tear up at the sight of all his friends gathered around, sitting on each other’s laps or perched on tables and armrests, all looking expectedly at him.
“Oh dear, what’s wrong with him?” Pansy stage-whispered to Hermione.
“Nothing,” said Harry, to let Hermione off the hook. “I’m just happy to get to spend my birthday with the people I love.”
Well, all except one, he thought. Draco hadn’t been able to get out of his work shift, and Harry refused to admit how disappointed he’d been when he’d found out about that, because it wasn’t reasonable for him to be. It wasn’t as if he expected Draco to be around all the time now just because they were sort of friends, or at least hung out in the same friend circles. But still, it wasn’t every day you turned 25 and wanted to celebrate with the people you cared most about.
Harry accepted the gift that Ron handed to him with a smile and a “Happy birthday, mate.” He tore the wrappings off to reveal a set of Wizards Chess. At Harry’s puzzled expression Ron explained. “Well, since you lost your old set I thought I’d give you a new one so we can play again!”
“Right,” Harry said with a tight smile, not mentioning that he knew damn well where his old set was (buried deep in a box in his attic because he was sick of losing to Ron all the time). “Thanks,” he managed to grind out, hoping it sounded sincere.
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“Maybe this one will be more useful,” said Blaise, as he handed Harry a thick, heavy parcel.
“Thanks Blaise!” Harry turned the package in his hands. “Hmmm, it feels like a book. Pretty sure it’s a book.” He unwrapped it. “And it’s a book! It’s— oh.”
“What, Harry?” Luna straightened up a bit to try and get a look.
“Um, nothing,” said Harry, trying to hide the Kama Sutra for Beginners behind his back. “Nothing, it’s, uh, I’ll have a closer look at this later.”
Blaise smirked and Harry whipped his head around to the stack of gifts next to him, wanting to occupy his mind with something other than the writhing bodies on the cover of the book currently taking up all the space in his head. “Who’s this from?” He picked up a big box wrapped in black paper with little golden snitches on it and a big golden bow on top.
“Oh that’s Draco’s,” said Pansy. “I promised I’d give it to you since he couldn’t make it today.”
“Right, right. Thanks Pansy,” Harry mumbled as he carefully peeled the tape from the paper, both so he wouldn’t tear it and so he could busy himself with the task instead of thinking about how Draco was holed up in St Mungo’s on Harry’s birthday.
He finally managed to get all the tape off and unwrapped the gift slowly. The sight of the box made him let out a gush of air, unable to believe that this was really real. Had Draco actually bought him—?
“What is it, Harry?” asked Hermione, trying to lean in closer to see what was in the box.
“I can’t—” Harry began, before swallowing and starting over. “I can’t believe he remembered.”
“What? What is it?” came a collective query from the group, everyone edging closer now.
Carefully, Harry opened the box to see if the content really matched the exterior, and when he’d made sure it really did, he had to pause again to blink repeatedly against the sting in his eyes. Then he picked up the black plastic box, twisting it in his hands. The room was silent, probably because few of them knew what this was.
“It’s a Muggle video game,” Harry tried to explain. “It’s… It must’ve been weeks ago, months maybe. We passed a Muggle second-hand store and I saw this and I… I made some throwaway comment about how Dudley used to have one of these but I was never allowed to play.” He stroked his thumb over the white letters forming the words “Mega Drive SEGA”, while memories of how he’d desperately wanted to play resurfaced in his mind. This console, like so many others before and after it, had not lasted long in the Dursley household. Before Harry had had any chance at trying it out, Dudley had stomped on it after the umpteenth attempt of getting past Dr. Eggman in the Oil Ocean Zone.
“Oh,” said Hermione softly in his ear, making him realise how close she was. “I remember these! Never had one myself but I sometimes played on my friend’s.”
Harry couldn’t stop staring. It wasn’t an extravagant gift, money-wise, but the thoughtfulness and the effort it must have taken Draco to find this for him was astounding. The game was almost mint condition. Draco must’ve gone back to the store to get a better look, and then found it in another store, because the one they’d seen had been old and battered. The gift made something stir in Harry, something he hadn’t allowed himself to think about before, and he wasn���t sure he was ready for even now.
“Oh, come on, remember when Draco went to Healer school and he fell in love with Keith Hendricks and bought him that ridiculously expensive non-spatter cauldron?” Ron chortled on Harry’s other side.
The room fell quiet and it took a few seconds for Ron’s words to process in Harry’s brain. He snapped his eyes up, looking sharply at Ron, whose ears had gone bright red.
“What did you just say?”
Ron’s eyes went wide and he gave Pansy, who was staring at him with a thunderous expression, a panicked look. “Uh…” said Ron, then cleared his throat several times while shrinking into the sofa. “Er… huh… ummm, non-spatter cauldron?”
“No. No, no,” said Harry, trying to wrap his head around Ron’s words. “The um, the ‘love’ part?”
Ron was now spluttering, frantically looking around the room for any sort of help from someone, and that was enough for the truth to register in Harry’s brain.
“Oh. My. God,” was all he managed to get out.
“Oh, noooo nononononono,” Ron chanted, rubbing his temples. “Noooo, I’m such a lousy friend!”
“I cannot believe this is the first time I hear about this!” Pansy snapped. “And to think that Draco confided in you, of all people!”
Ron straightened up and threw her a sharp look. “Hey! The ferret and I have a very trusting and mature friendship!”
“Yes, clearly he did the right thing trusting you with this information!” Pansy said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Well it’s not like I’ve told anyone else! I’ve even kept it from my own wife!”
“Oh, bravo, Weasel, ten points to Gryffindor.” Pansy inclined her head in Ron’s direction and clapped her hands in mock applause. “And then you chose this moment to spill the beans, very clever. I’ll have you know that I’ve kept it a secret that he had a crush on Potter back at Hogw—” she said, but interrupted herself. “Er, nevermind.”
Harry felt like he was watching a ping pong match, his mind reeling at all this information. Draco’d had a crush on him at Hogwarts? And now he was in love with him?
“Aha!” Ron shouted triumphantly. “Who’s the bad friend now?”
“Can the two of you shut the fuck up?!” Harry said, surprised at his own words and the force behind them. “I need to think.”
“Yes! Yes, give the poor man some space to think!” Ron hastily said, his expression amix of relieved and frantic.
But before Harry had time to properly panic, the door opened.
“Well, I had to bribe Healer Merriweather by taking all her night shifts for a month, but at least I managed to get here,” said Draco as he stepped inside, impeccably dressed as ever. “Please tell me I haven’t missed the cake.” He paused in front of the doorway, looking around the room, all eyes turned on him. “What? What happened? Is there something on my shirt?” He started patting himself all over, looking for a non-existing stain.
Harry could only stare at him, at the way his hair fell into his eyes and how he had to constantly flick his head to keep it away. The flush on his cheeks from apparently having rushed from the hospital, just to be able to celebrate Harry’s birthday because he knew how important it was to him. Or maybe because he’d seen how disappointed Harry’d been when Draco’d told him he wouldn’t be able to make it and now he‘d wanted to make it up to him. The care with which he had selected a present for Harry just to make him happy. There was a swooping sensation in Harry’s stomach, and suddenly his mouth started speaking before he could stop himself.
“You’re in love with me?”
Draco froze, his eyes widening comically before flitting around the room to finally land on Ron, who seemed to try to make himself a permanent part of Harry’s sofa. After a split second, Draco leaned back into the hallway, not meeting Harry’s eyes once. “Wait, what’s that? Oh, no! I see Head Healer Patel’s patronus, oh this can’t be good, I really must be off.”
He turned around and bolted for the door, but with the reflexes of a seeker, Harry apparated into the hallway, right in front of the stairs.
“You’re in love with me,” he repeated, more like a statement now, or maybe a confirmation to himself.
Draco folded his arms across his chest, lifting his chin. “I have no idea what gave you that impression, Potter, but—”
“Ron told me. Or, well, to be fair he accidentally let it slip.”
“Weasel,” Draco hissed. “I should’ve known it was unwise to get drunk with him. That red-headed buffoon act is a great cover to trick people into trusting him with—”
He didn’t get any further, because right then, Harry decided that he needed to do what he did best: use his gut. And his gut told him that he was pants with words, especially compared to Draco. And he wanted to make Draco stop talking, so he did the first thing that came to mind. He stepped closer and pressed his lips to Draco’s. It was probably the most chaste kiss he’d ever experienced, and yet it gave his stomach that funny swooping feeling again. Draco made a funny sound, like a mix of a squeak and a sharp inhale, and Harry realised that maybe this wasn’t what Draco wanted and started to pull back. But then he was thoroughly proven wrong when Draco grabbed him by the collar and pushed him backwards until they hit the opposite wall. Harry gasped when his head thumped against it, and then again when Draco opened his mouth and really kissed him, hands still fisted in Harry’s shirt.
It was the kind of kiss that, had they not been in Harry’s hallway, it would’ve led to other things. Harry’s body responded immediately, and he desperately wanted more. But their frantic snogging came to an abrupt halt when they suddenly realised they weren’t alone anymore.
“Oh,” someone said softly, and Harry didn’t need to look to know it was Luna.
Then someone (who sounded a lot like Pansy) shouted “What?” and there was the unmistakable sound of all their friends rushing to get to Harry’s front door first, then someone else (definitely Ron) yelled, “I don't need to see that!”
Harry kept his gaze firmly on Draco, cheeks gone pink and lips wonderfully kiss-swollen.
“Let’s go to your place, yeah?”
Draco nodded, eyes bright, his bottom lip disappearing between his teeth. Harry couldn’t wait to suck it into his mouth again.
“Right, hang on for one second,” Harry said, fishing out his wand from his pocket. “Accio Draco’s present!” With a spark of satisfaction he heard Blaise mutter “Ow!” when the box undoubtedly smacked into his head as it zoomed towards Harry’s outstretched hand.
But just as he was about to catch it, Draco cast a Depulso, making the game fly towards Luna, who caught it with an expression of curiosity as she twisted it in her hands.
“I’m very happy that you like your present so much, but trust me, Harry,” Draco murmured into his ear, “there won’t be time for any video games when I get you alone.”
#drarry#drarry squad#andithielwrites#getting together#fluff#I think?#references to video games from my childhood#i had my cousin's old sega master system though#I have the peticopter theme from Alex Kidd in miracle world as a ringtone#and the start level sound as a text signal#it’s not the same if you don’t have to blow in the game and the console as an error fix
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A New Chapter (Echo x reader)
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Warnings: It’s implied that the reader has depression, some angst sprinkled in
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When Rex commed you to come to Anaxes on the next medical transport - you’d expected the worst. You were trying to prepare yourself to hear more bad news. You’d expected to be told that Rex had lost another one of his closest brothers and one of your dearest friends. You’d already lost so many...Echo, Hardcase, Tup, Fives..Echo’s death destroyed you first and left room for every following death to slowly chip away at your resolve. You feared that hearing you’d lost Kix, Jesse, or Cody might just do you in before you could begin to be there for Rex.
So, you frantically scrambled to steel yourself before the transport landed - keeping a death grip on the handle by your head to keep your self grounded. You knew that your fellow medics, clone and nat-born alike, were silently questioning you. As the head nurse you were expected to be composed, cool-headed, great under pressure, and a genuine calming presence. For you to be nervous enough for it to be reflected in your shifting stance and death grip was disconcerting.
As the transport initiated its landing sequence you took in one long steadying breath and braced yourself for whatever news awaited you beyond the doors. They opened with a hiss and your fellow medics immediately sprung into action unloading supplies and gurneys while you waded through the sea of activity in search of a certain captain. He was waiting for you by the entrance to the barracks. With his helmet on, it was harder to discern what he was feeling but for the most part he stood tall and proud in a perfect soldier stance with his hands clasped behind his back. He was busily conversing with someone you couldn’t see. You were confused now - you’d seen Rex after a heavy loss. His shoulders always sagged, his whole form took on a heaviness to it that was only ever abated with time and the comfort of some good wine you’d often smuggle in for him. He was never this...normal. Rounding a few stacked crates revealed to you that the person Rex was talking to was actually three people consisting of Jesse (thank the maker) and two clones you barely recognized as clones.
After a loud clearing of your throat you called out to him. Rex turned to you and removed his helmet in one fluid motion and you were surprised to see him beaming at you. “Vod’ika!” He chirped and started walking towards you with Jesse in tow whilst ignoring the intrigued looks of the other two clones - one had really long hair and a headband wrapped around his crown and the other, significantly shorter, peered at you with large eyes hidden behind a pair of blocky glasses. You met Rex in the middle and he quickly pulled you into a one armed hug that you barely returned thanks to being caught so off guard. “Glad you’re here.” He muttered next to your ear before retreating so Jesse could also pull you into a quick hug.
“I’d say I’m glad to be here,” you began as you pulled away from the arc trooper, “but I don’t know why I am.” You finished with a pointed look at Rex that told him to start explaining.
His smile fell a bit, though it didn’t completely disappear, “It’s...a long story and it’s better to just show you. C’mon.” He swung his arm for you to follow him, already walking towards the barracks. You hesitated, casting a confused look at Jesse who just offered you an impish grin in reply before strutting after the captain. With a steadying sigh you followed after the two kama wearing clones.
You passed many troopers as the captain and arc trooper led you further inside the barracks, most from the 501st, some from the 212th, a lot from the 187th, and at least two who you couldn’t identify as being from any legion but they were wearing the same armor as the other two who had been talking to Rex and Jesse when you arrived. The taller of the two (the much taller of the two - was he even a clone? Or was he a Natborn that vaguely resembled the millions of brothers?) watched you walk away with his one functioning eye and a poorly hidden whisper to his friend. “’Think that’s the gal he’s been askin’ about?”
“Looks like ‘er.” The smaller of the duo answered in a grating voice.
Your brow furrowed - a lot of clones tended to ask about you given your tendency to move between legions and battalions but it was rare that they talked about you to the extent that someone who’d never met you could recognize you. If you were honest, it was a little unnerving. But, despite your best effort to keep the thoughts at bay, you were briefly reminded of a conversation you’d once had with Fives.
“He talks abou’ you a lot, y’know.” The newly promoted arc trooper slurred as he heavily leaned against you. He vaguely gestured in the direction of his aforementioned brother where he leaned against the bar, armor glinting in the low lighting, after he timidly offered to get you a new drink. You’d protested, telling him it was his big night, you’d get the drinks but he took off before you could even get to your feet. “Just too shy to do anything but that.”
“What does he say?” You asked the drunken trooper quietly as your pulse began to speed up. You, admittedly, hadn’t taken much interest in Echo at first - you thought him boring and stiff - but recently he’d been challenging your perception of him. And you’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t started to admire the capable, quick-witted, snippy, but kind, sensitive, and charming soldier.
“Says ‘e likes you, wish he could work up the nerve to talk to you, thinks you’re the prettiest damn medic in the GAR, thinks you’re a kriffin’ genius...and, ‘m pretty sure he’s in love with you.” Fives took another hearty swig of his drink, shutting up for the first time in what seemed like hours, which gave you enough time to consider his words. While you didn’t want to put all your faith in the drunken mess of an explanation Fives had given you - he did know his twin the best and he’d never lied to you. Maybe - you took another good long look at Echo - just maybe, - you saw him take a deep breath as the bartender handed him your drinks, almost like he was trying to psych himself up - you’d take a chance. You met Echo’s gaze as he turned around, sending him a fond smile that he sheepishly returned.
Rex led you to a separated part of the med bay primarily meant for rehabilitation where he finally came to a halt just before the door. “Now,” he began as he turned to you, Jesse stopped at your side with crossed arms and a strange, conspiring smile on his face, “I want you to walk between Jesse and I.” Rex ordered quietly as if scared of being overheard.
Your brow furrowed immediately. “Why?”
“In case ya faint.” Jesse answered back.
With a roll of your eyes that could rival the likes of Wolffe’s, you turned to the ARC trooper. “Jesse, I’m a field medic whose spent most of her career on the front lines dealing with a menagerie of injuries. I’m sure whatever it is, I can handle it.”
“Be prepared to eat those words.” Jesse muttered under his breath in retort but you elected not to respond, instead, you turned your attention back to Rex who was staring at you uncertainly.
“All the same, let me go in first and make sure he’s ready.” Rex offered gently with a softly placed hand on your shoulder. He had an odd look in his eyes - somewhere between apprehensive, compassionate, and elated - as he looked at you.
“You’re the captain...” You muttered, suddenly feeling on edge. Jesse must have noticed your tense form for he softly grabbed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Rex nodded to Jesse then to you before strolling in to the room. The door slid into place behind him leaving you and Jesse for a few minutes. The ARC trooper didn’t let go of your hand till Rex came back and gestured with a nod of his head for the two of you to come in. Rex went back in first, followed by Jesse, with you taking up the rear. The air was strangely tense as you followed behind the two clone troopers so you couldn’t stop your mind from preparing itself to see the worst. While not uncommon for you to visit patients in the middle of rehabilitation it wasn’t why you were part of the GAR. It was just something you’d started doing after serving with the clone forces for so long. But never before had you been nervous. Without warning, Jesse stopped right in front of you causing you to bump into his back. Instead of laughing at you like you thought he would, Jesse angled his body enough for you step in front of him and gently encouraged you to do so with a hand between your shoulder blades.
You came to a halt in front of him and the ARC trooper kept his hand where it was as if trying to steady you. Seriously, why were they being so weird? You still couldn’t see very far into the room - only the equipment shoved against the walls closest to the door - thanks to Rex who stood in front of you. There was no talking. Rex dipped his head at whoever was in the room and stepped to the side.
Before you was a trooper dressed in red fatigues. His frame was thin, cheeks sunken in, and his skin unnaturally pale. And he was missing an arm which had been replaced with a computer interface arm one would expect to see on an R-series. His head had also been shaved which revealed small, port like protrusions out of his skull. And upon glancing your eyes downward, you noticed that the trooper’s legs had been replaced with mechanical ones. Not to be flippant but he looked like he’d been through hell and back.
With a deep breath, you let a mollifying smile slip onto your lips and a sympathetic look fill your eyes. “Hello,” you kept your voice soft too, just in case the trooper was nervous, “My name is Dr. L/n. What’s yours?”
His brow furrowed and it was only now, after his expression had changed, that you noticed that it had once been almost hopeful. Now, he looked confused. Or more accurately, conflicted. His pale brown eyes were frantically darting back and forth as if searching your face for an answer to a question that was left unasked. “I-it’s me.” He finally spoke in a frail voice. You cocked your head to the side. That was adimttedly an odd name but who were you to judge? Just as you were opening your mouth to speak, he continued. “Cyare, it’s me.” Your mouth clamped shut as the first word slipped from him as the instinct to snap briefly took over. Only one person got to call you that.
“Trooper, forgive my bluntness but-”
“Meshurok.” Hearing that word made it feel as though ice had been injected into your body. Shivers ran up and down your spine and goose bumps formed all over. No one had called you that since...Echo.
“How...?” You felt your body start to fall back only to be stopped by a hand between your shoulder blades. Jesse was still there and Rex was standing just off to the side. They were both real. But was he...?
“When I first worked up the nerve to ask you out, you were wearing a necklace with a kyanite pendant. I asked you where you’d gotten it and what it was.” The trooper took a careful step forward and you felt your heart begin to speed. “You told me it was gifted to you by a young Twi’lek girl you helped when you were on Ryloth with the 187th.” He took another step. “She’d gifted it to you and told you that it was it represented new beginnings.” You took a step forward, eyes wide. “I asked if I could be a part of your new beginnings.” You took another step forward.
“And I said ‘only if I get to be a part of yours’.” Your voice was wispy, choked with old ghosts. “Echo...” Before you knew it, you were wrapped in his arms. “Echo.” You didn’t care that your voice trembled with barely restrained sobs or that Jesse and Rex were barely three feet away. All you cared about was how familiar he felt - familiar and safe. Home, your mind supplied. “I-I, but the citadel and the ship - I...you...oh god.” You pulled back, almost giving yourself whiplash in the process as your instincts took over. Your hands reached up to gently hold the sides of his face while you reevaluated his appearance. “How did you survive the ship?” Your fingers were busily skimming all the alterations that had most likely been forced onto your cyar’ika. You noticed that his eyelids fluttered closed at the sensation of your fingers on his skin and it made your heart squeeze in both affection and the need to protect him.
“I don’t really know, mesh’la. I just remember trying to take the ship, it exploding, and then waking up being dragged.” Echo whispered, keeping his hand stubbornly fixed on your waist. Behind you there was the sound of the door sliding closed which you guessed was Rex and Jesse making their exit.
“Kriffing droids, how dare they touch you,” At some point in your speedy assessment you started to mutter, “I should go there and tear each one to scraps with my bare hands.”
Echo chuckled and it was enough to bring tears to your eyes, your hand paused just above the computer interface arm. “Who did this to you?” Although it was whispered, Echo heard you clear as day.
He sighed and gently rested his head against yours, “Seps, techno union - they don’t matter.”
“They hurt you - I’m going to find them and kill them myself.”
“I thought your whole thing was ‘do no harm’.” Echo quipped and the smile that followed, though no where near as wide as you were used to, was warm and genuine and enough to pacify you for now.
“I can make exceptions.” You muttered but the fire had died down. Another puff of air brushed against your face - another reminder that Echo really was here.
“Later then.” He pressed his lips against your forehead and drew you closer. You sighed and melted against him, the happiest you’d been in a long time as the first few words of another new chapter formed before your very eyes.
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👁️👄👁️ hello 👁️👄👁️ Fordo17?
if either of these spark joy: "say what you mean" or [impromptu picnic]
Me, initially: ooo picnic!!
Me, coming up with plotting for both: okay but "say what you mean" could be so good.
for lemonade and crystal glasses
G. Fordo/Alpha. 796 words. Military incompetence, past tragedies, selective mutism thanks to language difficulties, Fordo the Environmental Economist, Seventeen the Poet.
Fordo grits his teeth, glaring at the admiral through the visor of his helmet. Beside him, he can feel Seventeen stiffening.
“Sorry sir,” Seventeen says, smooth as always. “His vocal chords were damaged during the battle. He’s just signing right now. It’ll be a few hours before he recovers.”
The admiral’s face falls from mean-spirited pleasure to disappointment. “Of course, boys. Reconvene in the morning, then.”
Seventeen’s confirmation sounds like he’s doing that little smile that says he’s going being condescending right back and plans to make someone’s life a living hell. Then, he draws Fordo back through the maze of halls to where they’re bunking with some of the younger ARCs.
No one is inside, at the moment. It looks like the ditched their gear and headed for showers, rations, or companionship. Good.
Fordo hauls himself up onto the bunk that Seventeen’s taken as his own, raining the plastoid plates and the leatheris kama down on Seventeen’s head.
“Really?” Seventeen asks, more amused than anything. “I know; it was bad.”
He grunts.
Slowly, Seventeen puts his armor and kama in his locker before taking his own off, going in the locker right next to it. Then he’s clambering up onto the top bunk with him and tugging him around so they can hold each other. For a moment, they’re young again—naive to the real experiences of war—and in a few minutes Bajir will come by to do bunk checks and ignore that they’re two in one as long as they’re ina bunk, or Spar will climb up too and use them as a wall to any light and sound that would aggravate one of their migraines, or Nate and Nine-Nine will get into another tussle that sends something flying across the room and into their faces and they’ll be forced to retaliate at the youngest two members of the class.
But Bajir and Spar are dead, Nate’s off on his own, and Nine-Nine is stuck on Kamino thanks to the side effects the aging cure had on him.
And they know war.
“Where’s your head?” Seventeen asks at length.
Fordo makes the sign for want, then the one for aruettii officer, then he mimes strangling someone.
Seventeen rolls his eyes. “Besides that. We all want to do that.”
Fordo settles back into him, then taps his shoulder three times.
Seventeen quirks an eyebrow at him. “Come on,” he cajoles, “Say what you mean.”
His throat is scratchy with disuse and he hates it, hates it as something gone far away just like everything else. Basic, besides, is difficult. He doesn’t have the skill with languages that Seventeen has or Spar had. So what he says comes out in a pidgin of Mando’a, Basic, and Kaminoan. “I want him to suffer. If he hadn’t pulled us when he did, we would have gotten to that damn checkpoint. We would have gotten the supplies to the civilians, we would have had a jumping off point to strike at the Seps, and we would have wasted less time. There was no danger, not any that we couldn’t have overcome. Just because the Seps are threatening this one luxury that the locals only ever export and isn’t even worth that much... It has no alternative uses, Ven’ti! The locals consider it a pest even though it’s a luxury elsewhere. The harvest for export is done because they are clearing out the pest. It’s not even native to the planet, Ven’ti. And now we’re behind and people are in danger because of someone’s pocketbook. Or worse, he actually likes the stuff. Did you see it, Ven’ti? It’s like aiwha—.”
“Yes,” Seventeen interrupts. “I saw it, you don’t need to go into a detailed, horrifying, and crass description of it.”
He smirks.
“So,” Seventeen says after a moment. “Here’s what you’re going to tell the Admiral...”
“So, sir, the fact that the resource that the Separatists claim to be holding and willing to destroy is an invasive species that the local people are fighting against and export as a way to make use of the otherwise wasted material. They don’t actually require the export for their own economy and there is, besides that, enough of the plants themselves that they can resume shipments after a few months at maximum,” Fordo croaks, watching with great relish as the admiral winces every time his disused voice breaks and creaks. “We’ll need to work double time to take back the ground they’ve gained overnight and so we can get the supplies to the local resistance. From there we’ll get them out of the system. Sir.”
He’s not Force sensitive, but he’s familiar enough with Seventeen that the other Alpha’s delight is visible.
“Oh, well,” the admiral bumbles. “Of course, then.”
#my fanfiction#prompt fills#Fordo17#cloneshipping#Alpha Clone Seventeen#ARC 77 Fordo#Seventeen the Poet#Fordo the Environmental Economist#no specific verse
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I am proud of you!
This was so much fun to write! I too am very proud of Jesse, look how far he came! He survived nearly the complete war AND became an ARC!
Note: I don’t know what’s the problem of this editor, but I am too tired to deal with it... I guess it will look like this forever.
Ao3 Brothers-AU
Finally! Jesse took a deep breath and stretched arms and legs, they cracked softly before he took off his helmet with one hand and laid it on the empty seat next to him. The shoulder plates felt strangely heavy, not to mention the kama. Who would have thought that thing would really be that difficult at the beginning! He would never laugh at Fives again if he threw his own things aside a little too hard after a long day. Hopefully it was just a matter of getting used to it all...
The door to the shuttle's cockpit opened and Jesse looked up, they were still on Kamino and the broadly grinning pilot seemed to be waiting for his clearance to take off. ��Of course she sent you.“, Jesse smiled and was actually grateful. It was not the first time that Gut picked up men on Kamino. „As always. Just wanted to make sure that I got the right man underneath all the shiny stuff.“, Gut joked and Jesse couldn't help but smile a little. „Let's just get out of here, I'm fed up with this place.“, he suggested and noticed that his mood was improving every second. Everything was nicer than being surrounded by kaminoans. A little light flickered on and Gut put on his helmet. „You're lucky, we'll be out of here in no time.“, he threw in and the door closed again. The shuttle came alive under Jesse and he sighed, leaning its head back against the durasteel wall. Finally out of here!
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„Oh man ... that training must have been really tough.“ Jesse grumbled and rubbed his face with one hand. Kriff, his neck hurt. And everything else too... „Hey vod.“, a voice teased him and he opened his eyes a crack. Hell, he actually nodded away on the really short flight. Not good. He blinked again, then smiled. Ahsoka stood so close to him, that her broad grin practically filled his entire field of vision. „Hey vod’ika.“, he mumbled and she straightened up, still grinning, giving him enough space to get up. She was already holding his new helmet in one hand and was examining it critically, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. „You really need a bucket of paint.“, she muttered and Jesse stood up, grumbling and stretching. „Who are you telling this.“, he agreed and took the snow-white helmet from her, with routine movements he attached it to his new belt and followed his sister down the ramp.
„Where's Gut?“, Jesse asked confused, otherwise the pilot was always anxious to check his ship again before leaving. „He‘s already in the canteen, he didn't want to wake you.“ Oh... „How long have I been out?“ Ahsoka turned a little around to him and bounced ahead with great strides. Where did she get this energy from? She seemed so excited. „Just a few minutes, not a big deal. I'm sure Kix will be really happy that you are back.“, she exclaimed and Jesse saw from the corner of his eye, how a few of the men walked past them, laughing quietly. Well, their General was something special. He deeply regretted that the days of chasing each other down the hallways were behind them. It had become harder to make her laugh. „Yay, what does he want to do first? Check whether I'm still without a chip or check my blood values?“, he muttered, a little afraid of seeing his brother again. Kix's mood could change so quickly that even Jesse couldn't always escape his outbursts. Ahsoka was often spared as a child...
Ha, there was her laugh! Her head tipped back a little, happily, and when she looked at him, her eyes flashed full of relief. „Oh come on, it won't be that bad.“, she protested and waited for Jesse's answer. Maybe a laugh on his part. But only a small smile escaped him, he was a bit sorry. Ahsoka slowed her steps suspiciously and waited for the new ARC to catch up with her. „Too much?“, she asked softly and Jesse looked her over briefly, today he saw astonishingly much of the little girl he had met back then. Her blue eyes were large and round, and she carefully looked at him too. Jesse knew that he had deep shadows under his eyes and that he was moving slower than usual. Her eyes were sad, concerned even. He hadn't wanted that. „It's okay, I'm just so kriffing tired.“, he admitted just as quietly and a new smile appeared on Ahsoka's face. One that she must have perfected in the past few years. Carefully she wrapped her arm around his and he willingly made room for her. Hooked on to her brother, she dragged him down the corridors. „Then we should probably put our new ARC in his bunk.“, she joked and Jesse tried to poke her in the side with his free hand. „I'm not a cadet, General.“, he clarified and she smirked, her energetic laugh from just now had smoothed out into a gentle grin.
In silence they made the rest of the way through the cruiser together, just before the quarters Jesse glanced at Ahsoka again and raised an eyebrow in concern. She studied him closely, from his tired eyes to his heavy feet. „Sorry, I didn't think it would be that hard.“, she muttered and Jesse took a deep breath, it was almost like the sigh that Rex had reserved just for her and her stupidities. „It's okay vod'ika, I knew roughly what was in store for me.“, he tried to shoo away her worries, but she just looked down and was silent. Oh damn it, it had been his suggestion to send another trooper to ARC training. He hadn't suspected that she would be thinking of him, but it was okay. „Hey, cheer up. I think I can beat Fives on the next mission.“, he joked and in fact she couldn't resist a small smile. „There it is, I'm proud of you.“, he grinned and this time she couldn't help smiling back.
Jesse looked up again and was about to take the last few steps back to the door when Ahsoka forced him to stand still. Wasn't she suddenly not in such a hurry anymore, to help him get his well-deserved sleep? He looked down at her questioningly and her gaze was so deep and serious that his hand automatically flew to his helmet. Then she smiled, was she laughing at him? „Jesse, I'm so proud of you.“, she mumbled and wrapped her arms around his middle, pressing her nose against his breastplate like that couldn't be comfortable with the best will! But she seemed serious, somehow it warmed his heart as well as chasing her laughing down the hallways. Sighing with satisfaction, he kissed her montral, right next to her headdress. „Thank you, Ahsoka.“, he replied quietly and Ahsoka's grip around him tightened briefly, then she loosened it and grinned broadly at him. „Well then.“
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„Vod!“ Jesse stood rooted in the door, the quarters were only dimly lit. Kriff, most of them were asleep. Then he dismissed the thought and returned the hug from Kix, what a lucky day, he seemed to be in a good mood today. „If they touched just a single hair of you, I will find them!“, the Medic grumbled as he loosened himself and switched on the lights.
General grumbling rose around them. „Kix you dumb idiot. He has no hair.“, Cutup growled into his pillow, Kix rolled his eyes. And Jesse couldn't help it, he laughed and Ahsoka next to him joined in.
#star wars#the clone wars#ahsoka tano#brothers-au#clone trooper jesse#new baby arc jesse#clone trooper kix#clone oc gut#clone trooper cutup#i just love him#he came so far#why do I feel like this right now?
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Deadass if they were really committed to Ooku's very bad ending and rereincinerating Kama, they should have just committed and added Shiva during the event as well, and had him instead of Parvati.
Like, the event would still come off stilted and rough and not amazing, but it'd probably be easier to get behind Shiva being a dick to Kama than Parv being a dick to Kama.
Let's be honest, if you were trying to mourn your wife, and (from your perspective) some dickhead shot you with an arrow to make you fall in love with someone before you'd finished mourning your wife, you'd be pretty damn pissed too. It'd make the ally servant being so callous or dismissive towards Kama make a lot more sense
It wouldn't make the event good per say, and the reincineration of Kama would probably be even worse because it is quite literally the same god who did it in the first place doing it again, but it'd make the servant we're travelling around with being so callous towards Kama a lot more understandable than it is with Par, they have a reason to be this way towards Kama.
Like, it wouldn't fix all the problems of the event, and it'd arguably make some things worse, but if they were really committed to the ending/way they wanted this event to go, there are ways they could have made it a bit less clumsy imo.
There'd still be the fundamental flaws in the event and how it handled the more thematic angles and the ending, but I think it would make the blow less...overtly bad, because its not so one-sided. We know Shiva has a reason to not like Kama (if they explain his side too), and we know Kama has a reason to hate Shiva. It makes it feel a bit less one-sided than what was going on with Parvati.
#oddnub rambles#fate grand order#ooku event#kama#fate kama#fgo#meta post#fgoposting#again this wouldn't make the event GOOD#but it'd make it a bit less clumsy
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hey hey again :) im back for some general nsfw hcs for kure raian, gaolang, kanoh agito, andddd saw paing. how they are in bed, what positions like, aftercare,,,the works !! i hope this will be good practice 💕
Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy!!☺️
Also I’d really appreciate some feedback on my writing. I just want to know what everyone thinks and if I could get some constructive criticism! Also I kinda wanna write an Agito pegging scnario, lemme know if anyone what’s it 😫
WARNING! NSFW under the cut!
Raian-
• He’s rough. So very rough. Sex and fighting are in the same vein for him. Though he’s not as experienced in the bedroom as he is in the battlefield.
• He’s super loud too, he’d moan, groan, scream, but he’d mostly say dirty, nasty things in his partner’s ear.
• Pretty much every member of the Kure clan has a breeding kink, Raian is no exception. Once he gets really into it a lot of his dirty talk has to do with impregnating his S/O and filling them up with his cum.
• The though of his S/O’s belly swollen with his child makes him so very excited. He definitely lets his S/O know this as well.
• Raian can never be on bottom, it makes him so uncomfortable, he likes being in control and dominating everything he does. If his S/O wants dominate him then Raian has to trust them completely. If Raian and his S/O have been together a very long time and he loves and trusts them, he might consider it.
• Rarely ever goes down on his S/O, he only does it for anniversaries or after a really bad fight and he want to apologize. He’s extremely messy when eating out his partner, he’ll spit and grunt into his S/O and he won’t stop till his entire face is covered in juices and it’s dripping off his chin.
• Surprisingly Raian can be gentle, it’s very very rare though. He loves his S/O, there are moments were he can’t help but be soft with them. For example, let’s say his S/O gets badly injured, after they’ve healed for a while, Raian will be extra gentle with his partner. Not too gentle, but more gentle than usual.
• Another instance where Raian will be gentle is if he succeeds in impregnating his S/O, he’ll be extra soft, he doesn’t want to hurt his baby.
• Raian isn’t good at aftercare. He just doesn’t know what to do, he’ll normally just fall asleep right after sex. He’ll normally just pull his S/O into his arms and doze off, he doesn’t really care if his S/O needs to clean up.
• He’ll usually wake before his S/O in nights like these. He usually leaves a lot of bruises, bite marks, and marks all over his S/O. This is another moment where gentle Raian comes out, he’ll run his fingers softly over his partner’s injuries, a part of him feels bad. He’ll do this until they wake up. If they try to tease him about it he’ll deny doing anything.
Gaolang-
• Gaolang is a very gentle lover. He enjoys making Sweet gentle love with his beloved S/O. He has a pretty low sex drive, but making love with Gaolang is a whole performance, he’ll break out the candles, rose petals, soft music, and massage oils. He wants it to be perfect.
• He wants every time he has intercourse with his S/O to be memorable and important, he tries to outdo himself every time.
• Gaolang doesn’t sleep with just anyone, it takes a lot of love, time, and trust for him to even consider having sex with a person.
• Gaolang is almost silent during intercourse, save for some pants and breathy moans. He lets his hairs down as well, he looks very pretty.
• He always makes sure his S/O finishes before him, he’ll even edge himself. He always puts his lover first. He wants to show his partner how much he loves them physically, so lots and lots of body worship.
• Because Gaolang is quite inexperienced, he’s awkwardly asked King Rama for some advice. And oh boy Rama has Delivered. King Rama has given him expensive toys, Lubricant and different tips and tricks. Gaolang is quite shy about these things so he just kinda hides them away. too embarrassed to try them on his partner and himself but also doesn’t want to throw them away, so they stay in the bottom of a drawer collecting dust.
• that is until his partner, of course, stumbles across his small collection of sex toys and questions him on it. Gaolang’s face is probably the most red it’s ever been as he stumbles over his words trying to explain himself.
• For Gaolang’s first anaversary with his beloved, King Rama gifted the couple with a copy of the Kama Sutra.
• Aftercare with Gaolang is very important. He needs to know if they’re okay, if he wasn’t too rough, or if they enjoyed themselves and are satisfied. If they need to, he’ll run a nice warm bath. Afterwards, He wants to hold his lover in his arms and kiss their lips goodnight, then sleep with them in his arms.
Agito-
• Agito is very inexperienced, but with his S/O’s guidance he’d be one of the best lovers. He’s a blank canvas and He’s eager and excited to learn how satisfy his partner and himself.
• Just like Gaolang, it takes a lot of love, time, and trust to sleep with Agito, he needs to love and trust someone completely before having sex with them.
• Agito is a switch, he enjoys both dominating and being dominated. It all depends on his partner and his mood. He’d want to try out a lot of kinks and positions, he doesn’t quite know what he enjoys yet but with his S/O guidance he’s eager to learn.
• Agito likes bing called good boy and bad boy, he’ll misbehave on purpose just to get punished. he loves being praised by his S/O, complementing him or even just praising him will drive him wild.
• he doesn’t make too much noise. He’ll just grunt and pant and say his S/O’s name. He only really makes some noise if he being too overstimulated or when he cums after being edged for a painfully long time.
• Agito would be into some bondage. He loves leather, latex, rubber, and different kind of fetish outfits, on both himself and his S/O. He’d put on a fashion show for his S/O, especially when he’s in the mood to be the center of attention.
• Agito enjoys using toys, on both himself and his lover. Vibrators, dildos, massagers, beads, he wants to try everything.
• Agito would let himself get pegged. In fact he’d probably be the one to suggest it. This is another way to make Agito make some beautiful noises. He gets really embarrassed and he’ll try to muffle his sounds in the pillows. when getting pegged Agito will tear up and blush hard. It’s feels too good, of course he’ll want it again.
• if his Formless style come out, he gets very rough and he’d dominate his S/O hard. He’d pin their arms above their head and thrust relentlessly into them. This is one of the few times where Agito gets really rough. He’d never do anything to harm his S/O, but they won’t be walking for a few days.
• Another time Agito would get rough is before and after matches. There’s just so much tension built up, if his S/O show just a little too much skin or if they tease him a little too much, he’ll swiftly pin them down and ravage them. Then he’ll kiss their forehead and head to his fight or pick them up to head to the showers.
• the majority of the time Agito is very loving, even when he’s dominating his S/O or when he submits himself to them. After care is very important, when intercourse is over and both he and his partner are fulfilled, he always brings them into his arms and kisses his lover. His heart would melt if they did the same thing. Agito loves getting his forehead kissed and his face caressed with his lovers hands.
Saw Paing-
• when Saw Paing and his partner have sex everyone in their vicinity knows. Saw Paing is so damn loud, he moans, screams, and says all kinds of nasty things during the act. No one sleeps. The next day is always awkward and Saw Paing and his partner get teased a lot for it.
• That being said, The only way to get him to be quiet is when his mouth is occupied like if he’s going down on his S/O or if he’s gagged. Yoroizuka Sanemitsu has probably shunned Saw Paing and his S/O to go bang in the woods so the whole village doesn’t have to suffer.
• Saw Paing is rough in a loving way, everything he does is energetic and wild, sex is no exception. His thrusts are aggressive, but he’s very loving in the bedroom. He’s always caressing his S/O’s face, kissing their face and neck, and always calling his S/O hot and beautiful.
• He always is telling his S/O about how good they’re making him feel or how sexy they are. He wants his partner to know how amazing they are.
• He likes positions where he can hug and kiss his S/O without too much work. He also likes positions where he can put his face in his S/O’s chest.
• Surprisingly Saw Paing isn’t always so wild. For example sleepy morning sex when he’s groggy and all he can think about is getting His S/O and himself off. All he can do is lazily thrust into his S/O and moan their name.
• Saw Paing is also very gentle during anniversaries and special days. Nothing changes too much, just his pace is a little slower, he really wants to savor his time with his S/O and wants it to last as long as possible.
• Saw Paing is very vanilla, he probably doesn’t even know what kinks are. He’s pretty inexperienced. He’ll try out anything his S/O wants, however he’ll never hit, choke, or spank his S/O, EVER. No matter how much his S/O begs him too, he just can’t bring himself to do it.
• Saw Paing eats out his S/O like it’s his last meal on earth. He goes hard and he enjoys it so much. When it comes to oral he prefers to give rather than receive.
• Aftercare is his favorite, he likes it almost as much as the sex. Sweaty loving cuddles with his favorite person, where he can kiss their lips and forehead and fall asleep in their arms, he loves it.
#nasty#kengan ashura x reader#kengan omega#kengan ashura#kengan asura#kure raian#gaolang wongsawat#kanoh agito#saw paing yoroizuka
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(CHAPTER 1) there's a river full of memory STAR WARS
Comfortember no.19 - Memory Lane
Comfortember no.21 - Hugs
There’s a cadet-sized redhead standing where General Kenobi had been only moments before.
Wooley knows he’s not the only one staring in mute shock at the magically-appearing Little, but his ARC-trained mind is already churning, categorizing everything he can about the tiny Human. He’s lanky in the way that betrays a coming growth spurt that he hadn’t quite reached, and skinny enough that high cheekbones are poking through dirty, freckled cheeks that should still be round from youth. He’s missing shoes, and the way he holds himself points towards injuries hidden by his ragged, tattered robes and torn leggings that are caked in more dirt, and stains that look suspiciously like blood. Small hands are wrapped around the very Force relic General Kenobi had been studying only seconds ago, before a bright light blinded them all and replaced their Jedi with a child.
Logically, all the signs point to the Little being General Kenobi. The red hair, the pale skin, and the blue-green-gray eyes are all the same - but Wooley can’t bring himself to truly acknowledge it, because there’s thick shackles around tiny wrists and a heavy collar weighing down a thin neck. Acknowledging the kid as General Kenobi means that the 212th’s Jedi had been this child, that he hadn’t had the happy childhood they’d all imagined the man having. They’d all built this image of their General in their heads, and what they see in front of them crushes all of them.
“... General?” Commander Cody’s voice is more shaken than Wooley had ever heard before, his expression openly shocked and alarmed, and Wooley doesn’t blame him. He may not be privy to most of the details behind his brother’s relationship with the Jedi, but he knows enough. “Obi-Wan Kenobi?”
The kid’s frightened, darting eyes sharpen, shooting towards the Commander at the name, and that in itself is proof enough that it’s damning, even if the possible cadet-Kenobi doesn’t verbally respond.
The little Jedi is afraid of them.
Commander Cody steps forward, almost hesitant, and the kid stiffens, looking ready to flee but he’s also rooted in place. It’s a trained response. It reminds Wooley too much of Kamino, where fear means that they can’t step out of line. Fear keeps them obedient. It’s trained into them from a young age, but General Kenobi - Wooley had seen the shiniest Jedi in the Temple in passing, they were all so happy and free and loved . He’d never imagined General Kenobi as anything but.
The Little in the karking slave collar says otherwise, and Wooley kind of wants to shake the next High General he sees and demand to know what happened to their General when the 212th wasn’t there to watch his back.
From the tense line of Commander Cody’s shoulders and the shaking of his clenched fists his vod is probably thinking the same thing. “You’re Obi-Wan Kenobi?”
Maybe-Little Kenobi hesitates, eyes darting around the number of large armoured troopers around him, before ducking his head submissively, and it makes Wooley feel sick. “Yes sir.”
The imaginary blade hovering over their necks drops. It’s official. The bruised, beaten Little with the too-shaggy hair is - was? - their General. The tension skyrockets, and Little Kenobi flinches, hunching inwards to make himself look even smaller, as if they were a threat to him. Across the room, Pace makes a strangled sound, taking an aborted step forward. Seeing the General in such a state is upsetting all of them, but Pace is their CMO, is General Kenobi’s CMO, and he’d want to help - but Little Kenobi shies away even further, breaths coming out in uneven little pants.
Panicking.
He’s scared. Jedi can sense emotions, Wooley remembers General Kenobi saying, and he’s surrounded by tense, aggressive adults who he doesn’t know. The last place he remembers is probably wherever he had been held, by demogolke who had slapped a collar around his neck.
Taking a deep breath, Wooley carefully pushes his negative emotions into a locked box, letting himself fall into mission mode. A few carefully relaxed muscles makes him less imposing, and a couple battle signs has even Commander Cody backing down from the kid and letting Wooley take point on this.
Little Kenobi is already starting to relax, so Wooley makes sure that his posture is gentle as he approaches, and the small redhead watches him like a shriek hawk. He keeps his hands where the kid-that-was-his-General can see them, and keeps inching forward until thin shoulders start to rise defensively again. He stops.
Slowly, carefully, Wooley lowers himself to his knees, placing his bucket in front of him, and he smooths out his kama, instinctively tracing the stylized sunbursts he had painted on the edges. “Hey there, Obi-Wan.” The name feels odd rolling off his tongue, but the sound of it makes the little one relax slightly. “I’m Wooley, you’re on board the Negotiator - it’s a Venator-class Star Destroyer belonging to the Republic.” He relaxes more, and Wooley carefully makes sure he doesn’t react when the kid starts inching towards him. “How old are you, Obi-Wan?”
Little Kenobi blinks, licking his lips nervously, eyes darting around him, but it seems Wooley, at least, has won his fragile trust. “Twelve, sir.”
Twelve. Wooley doesn’t have to look to know that his brothers are flinching. Most of the command ranks are twelve, some of the few to have survived as long as they have, while Wooley himself is a few months off of ten but had been in battle for just about the same amount of time as the oldest surviving Vode. He had been sent out at 8, caught awkwardly between the generations of clones who aged twice as fast as natborns and those who ages even faster, engineered to quickly take the place of the numerous Vode who died as the War progressed. He’s from the last batches of 2X-clones - some of the few who weren’t immediately put through gene therapy to speed up his aging, and instead sent out to the frontlines without much hope for a life expectancy, but he’d proved everyone wrong - and it’s not fun, being among the youngest-looking clones in service while his younger brothers outpace him, and his older brothers look at him in pity or try to put themselves between him and the enemy, despite the fact that he’s made it to ARC Trooper.
To them, twelve is fully grown, but Kenobi is a natborn - twelve year olds are kids , and while there are young Padawan-Commanders serving in the War, they’re shielded from as much trauma as possible with the Senate shoving progressively younger weapons onto the battlefield while defending themselves by labeling those suffering in their War as ‘others’.
Wooley has to push those thoughts away when he feels his anger bubbling up again, taking a deep breath to center himself like General Kenobi had taught him. “What’s the last thing you remember, Obi-Wan?”
Blue eyes are sharp, intelligent and calculating, as they scan the conference room that currently held the highest ranking members of the 212th Attack Battalion, then the strange round artifact they had stolen out from under Dooku’s ugly nose. Hesitantly, the boy lowers himself to sit across from Wooley, placing the Force doohickey between his knees to grip the collar around his neck instead, expression intense and thoughtful. The metal makes a small flinch run through the Little’s thin body, and causes something haunted to enter his eyes. “I was on Bandomeer.” Little Kenobi murmurs quietly, and Wooley’s brows furrow. He’s never heard of the planet, but a glance at Commander Cody shows that the older clone has some idea about what it means. “Sir-” Wooley turns his eyes back to the kid, “-why am I here instead?” The little Jedi asks curiously, his confidence growing with every moment that passes without any hostility aimed towards him. Little Kenobi glances down at the artifact, chewing thoughtfully on his lip, the natural curiosity of a child starting to shine through his unease. “Does this have something to do with it? I wasn’t holding it before.”
“Smart.” Wooley says cheerfully, and Little Kenobi ducks his head, a red blush lighting up dirty cheeks. “Yeah - as of approximately ten minutes ago, a thirty-seven year old Obi-Wan Kenobi was standing in this room, studying that doohickey right there. So you can imagine that we’re all a little confused right now.”
Little Kenobi looks completely flabbergasted and even a little awed. “I’m in the future?” He actually looks a little relieved too, and like he was about to cry, Wooley notes with a little alarm. “I - I thought I was going to -” big blue eyes peer around him, misty with unshed tears, lips quivering. “I thought I was going to die down there.” Little Kenobi warbles tearfully.
This breaks whatever thin thread of control the clones in the room had over themselves, and it doesn’t surprise Wooley that it’s the Commander that moves first. His older brother sweeps past him, dropping to his knees next to the child-that-was-their-General with just enough force to make Wooley wince - Cody would be regretting that later when his bad leg started aching. Little Kenobi doesn’t flinch away from him when the Commander reaches for him this time. Instead, he leans into the touch that is offered, tears carving a path through the grime caked onto pale cheeks as Commander Cody gathers him into his arms.
Little Obi-Wan Kenobi looks completely lost, eyes wide and sightless over Cody’s broad shoulder, trapped in whatever memory is haunting him. Then he lets out a heart-wrenching sob, and the small Jedi crumbles into his Commander’s arms with the muffled wail of a hurt, scared child.
#cole writes#star wars#comfortember 2020#star wars the clone wars#fanfiction#commander cody#clone trooper wooley#obi wan kenobi#fanfic#212th attack battalion#memory-verse
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Body/Prision
sooooo here is the third part of the fic. that part was particularly tricky but I think it's because of the bad times I'm living. anyway, I hope you like it. <3 (originally written in brazilian portuguese. sorry for any error).
Pairing: Echo x f!Reader
Word Count: 4.1k :p
Warnings: some cute moments with the guys, mentions of trauma and sadness, things get a little hot maybe? (finally?)
You woke up to your usual loud alarm clock. Your dry mouth, heavy eyes, and messy hair. You sighed as you saw the storm outside again, the churning ocean crashing against the slopes of Tipoca. You missed the sun, the breeze and the feet sunk in the grass. You felt lonely. Your divorced parents, too busy with their new lives, the rest of your family in another System, your clone friends could die in war… it haunted you every day.
You tried to ward off the eminent sadness by deciding to get ready soon.
Your hot coffee in your mouth made you wake up a little more. Silently wondering why you woke up so tired, you barely had time to continue with the doubt.
You spent the night thinking about Echo. Wondering about his life before being picked up by the Separatists, how he feels, how it feels to have mechanical parts, how out of place he must feel, if he sleeps peacefully due to the noticeable dark circles… but mostly on his face delicate, despite the panic, his body defined in the tight black outfit identical to the one you wear, how his body, even dressed, reacted to your touches, his breath hitched whenever you got too close, the way his voice it sounded loudly close to your ear, his form poised and the eyes piercing…
You shake your head sharply as you realize that your saliva has almost run from your lips.
Heavens, what were you doing? Feeling attracted to him, obviously no one would want anything to do with you. Much less him… just because you share some possible insecurities with him? Just because you acted like a conscious being and helped him through a bad time? No. He was a soldier, molded quite differently from you. You who never even had a reciprocated passion, who at best only attracted interests because of the shape of your body. Your weird tastes, your clothes, the tattoos you did trying to be more attractive, the earrings all over your ears, none of it made you feel better or be any less lonely. You were only good in a lab and maybe being empathetic with people. You can't use someone just for want, like they did you.
The day passed slowly, monotonous as usual. And an extra weight, with the fateful waking thoughts. A laugh or two that Omega took from you, was what sustained you until mealtime.
At the same table with your friends, eating that not very tasty food, listening to random conversations and participating in a few of them and eventually wandering your gaze around the environment in search of certain clones.
Until a characteristic voice came up behind you, making your friends look in your direction, their features already not very happy.
- Look who is here!
Yelled Wrecker at his full size, which seemed so much bigger from your sitting position. You greeted him with a sincere smile.
Another came soon after, with a tattooed eye, gray hair, and a toothpick in his mouth. His face was a little more different, thinner and frowning. The slim but well-defined body.
- Oh, is she the one you talked about so much?
The clone stopped in front of you, studying you with a frown.
- Hmm… cute. Tech is the one who will be happy. Finally someone who will listen to your silly scientific facts.
He said, already turning towards the back of the cafeteria. Wrecker looking at you with a relaxed expression.
- Don't care about him. It's just a fucking bad mood.
Wrecker snorted. You couldn't hold back your laugh at the clone's expression.
Wrecker looked up above and you turned to see what caught his attention. His cheeks flushed in a way you didn't even know was possible.
It was Echo. Coming towards you. Glorious and imposing in his armor, the kama following the movement of his hips. The serious expression, the same slightly downcast eyes. He nodded at Wrecker and looked back at you, stopping in front of you, already having a much softer expression on his face.
- Hey, Echo. You look great.
You said, having trouble focusing on his eyes, having the entire length of his body right there in front of you.
- Uh… yes. Thanks to you.
You could have sworn his voice had wavered a little, and the little color of his skin was in his cheeks. You scratched the back of your neck, rather shy at the clone's declaration.
- Ah! You are talking too much! Let's eat!
Wrecker said, lifting you by the arm and then grabbing Echo's arm and dragging the two of you.
- Hey! Do you really go with them?
Shouted one of his friends, annoyed.
- Oh, relax. I'll be back later.
You said with a little disdain.
Arriving at the table where Bad Batch was, you were friendly greeted by Hunter, inviting you to sit next to him, and you, a little embarrassed by his strong gaze on you, eventually relented. Echo sat across from you and Wrecker beside him. Echo always giving you a slight smile whenever your gazes lingered too long on each other. Damn it. He was more adorable than you thought.
Then the gray-haired clone and the one even more different approached. Caramel hair, thin nose, and wide eyes, overshadowed by orange glasses. He was taller than the other, thin, and well defined. They were arguing about something.
- These are Crosshair and Tech, Y/N.
Hunter said, his eyes dismayed and his eyebrow raised at the sight of the fight.
Crosshair stopped by the table, avoiding sitting next to Wrecker, who was already looking at him with malice. The clone sighed and slowly went to sit beside you, visibly uncomfortable.
- Oh, Tech. Have you met their new little friend?
His voice was pure mockery. But his gaze wouldn't stop analyzing you for a second. You reached out to Tech amicably.
- Hi Tech, I'm-
You were immediately interrupted.
- Y/N. Worked in the cloning division and is now Nala Se's right hand. Echo's description of your person even lived up to reality. I'm impressed.
Your eyes were simply wide open and your mouth slightly open. The silence at the table was overwhelming. Echo had commented on you, why?
- Uh… okay… I'm happy.
You barely managed to smile shyly at the clone, who as if nothing had happened, was already focused on his meal calmly. Echo had locked eyes with the food tray at her brother's declaration. Lips pressed together.
Hunter rested a hand on your shoulder, with an amused look as if he said "that's it, get used to it." You caught Echo staring at the Sergeant's hand on your shoulder, only relaxing when Hunter turned his hand back to brace himself on the table. You laughed at Hunter, turning your attention to your meal.
It was amazing to see the team interaction up close. They fought and agreed all the time. Just like a family. You felt comfortable giving in to whatever subject you had to say and noticing how safe and direct Hunter was, the way Wrecker was animated and loved to tease the brothers, the seriousness and good sense of Tech, the acid and provocative way of Crosshair and, finally, Echo's neutrality and calm. Despite not having been on the team for a long time, he had his spotlight. He was sweet, nice and reserved. The boys liked you. And you expect Crosshair too.
You all finished your meals and you walked down the halls together. The typical looks and whispers all over you, as usual. But no one came directly to offend you anymore.
Over time, you did everything together whenever possible. Even practicing some moves with Hunter in the training room, you were always being caught off guard when the clone took off his sweaty shirt and rubbed it against his forehead. The scientific discussions with Tech, which both always ended up in an impasse when arguing about. Wrecker definitely livened up your whole day, lifting you like you're nothing and crushing you against his strong, broad chest. Crosshair was quite an interesting exchange of false insults, always sneaky and slightly provocative when he cornered you just to feel in charge. And Echo, ah, how sweet he was. Something kept pulling you to him. Always so concerned and affectionate with you.
He always walked by your side. The issues between you two only grew. You talked from the bad meal to the battle methods used in training. And eventually, you got a smile out of him. And your heart swelled to the point of tearing your chest. And when the accidental physical touches happened, you two froze and apologized to each other over and over again. He gradually opened up with you more, avoiding talking about the past, but always demonstrating one thing or another. And you were always patient, trying your hardest not to push and give him comfort to feel safe.
Echo was feeling, for the first time since the accident, something close to being accepted, understood or even… passionate, considering that his sleep and attention were easily impaired by your presence or thoughts related to you. But of course he tried to retain that thought in the back of his brain whenever it surfaced. No one noticing, it would be okay.
A few days passed and your new friends were requested for a mission in Kashyyyk. You were swamped with work and had barely managed to do your chores with Echo or even spend time with the boys. When you can, you made sure to do all the physical tests on them. Sometimes getting lost in their strong, attractive forms with only the tight black clothes on their bodies. Getting a few hits or lunges when you couldn't disguise it enough.
Echo was waiting for you in the dorm that night. You still hadn't reconciled your spare time to meet. You would finish the job pretty early, and Echo would be free, so it was the perfect opportunity to finish testing the clone.
That night, Omega was with you. You guys talking and eating before Echo told you he was ready. Until then, he hadn't texted once on his communicator. "It must be because we see each other every day," you thought, dreaming of receiving messages from him all night long.
The communicator rang, in the message, Echo said: "I'm ready to be your guinea pig again, mad scientist. :)"
You laughed, already being teased by Omega.
- People in love laugh like that, you know?
She said, pretentious. Ready to hear your apology. You just wanted to run from the girl's gaze, fearing that her flushed eyes and cheeks would give you away.
- Ah, Omega. It's just Echo letting me know it's ready.
You said, running to get your metallic briefcase.
- Y/N, only a blind person doesn't see the way you look at each other. Even the boys have noticed.
She said naturally, munching on the goodies she stole from the cafeteria.
You looked at her disdainfully, rolling your eyes as if she'd heard the worst lie, but your insides screaming in agreement with the girl.
- So... uh, did you put my uniform here, Omega? I'm not comfortable with just this tight black outfit.
You said, looking at yourself in the reflection of the glass, releasing your long hair.
- Uh, I forgot in the lab when that toxic stuff spilled on you and you almost tore your clothes off.
The girl laughed, almost spitting at you.
- But I think you should go that way. Echo will like it. Better than that gigantic uniform. You look like an Ewok, but not that cute.
She laughed, getting a dirty sock in the middle of her face, which you threw at her.
- Be quiet, Omega. Or I'll throw you out the window.
You headed towards the door, Omega's sweet laugh in the background. You didn't really mind going out without a uniform, as the hallways were empty at night. You intended to stop by the lab to pick up your clothes before going to the dorm.
But you almost ran into Echo, turning down the hall. Startling a little, you looked him in the eye. Echo had a calm expression, already wandering his gaze over your marked body in that outfit, a completely new vision, strange things bubbling up inside him.
- I'm sorry to show up like this. I was going to your room since you didn't answer me.
Echo explained, with an amused expression.
- Oh, forgive me. I was in such a hurry that I didn't even tell you I was leaving.
Hey, you hadn't even taken that long… You couldn't keep your eyes on his for too long. Feeling practically naked in that outfit and feeling his gaze on you.
- Everything is fine. I think I was… anxious.
Echo looked away, scratching the back of his neck. You felt your ears heat and a flutter in your stomach. Was he looking forward to seeing you? Ah… no, it shouldn't be.
- All right dear, I understand it's still a little tense the whole testing thing and-
You were interrupted by Echo's hand on your arm, his gaze now fixed on you.
- I was looking forward to seeing you. I- I mean, you've been so busy lately...
Echo blushed at the unexpected statement, you mostly and you two were silent for a while, looking at each other.
- Ah, I… I wanted to see you too… before the mission. It's going to be hard to get through a few days without you… a-and the others, of course.
You said, completely embarrassed. Trying not to look so fond of him.
- Uh, don't worry, Kashyyyk isn't that dangerous.
Echo smiled slightly, withdrawing his hand.
- I hope so, I want you and the others in one piece.
Echo chuckled softly, the sound resonating in your chest.
- I think it's impossible for me to be less whole.
You punched his chest lightly, your offended expression playfully.
- Let's go then?
You asked and Echo nodded, clearing the way for you to continue your walk. You thought it best to finish these tests soon, so there wouldn't be any delays so Echo could go on a mission. Already embarrassed by your apparent "lack of clothing", checking the list of missing tests, you realized that you would need to look into Echo's cybernetics, which involved, of course, removing the clothing. Maker, can this get any more embarrassing?
You went to the dorm, the walk feeling longer than usual, the tension in the air so thick it could be cut with a knife.
Typing in the password, Echo gave you passage through the open door, entering right after you. You walked in almost having your legs frozen from being in a smaller room alone with Echo. Damn it. Were you really in love like that?
Echo gazed at your form, the light from the hallway reflected off your back, the hair gleaming and… well, your ass, before closing the door and trying to push the thoughts out of his mind (failing, of course). You were actually more attractive than usual.
Going to the bunk, you put your briefcase on the floor and sat on the not-so-comfortable mattress.
- You come?
You asked, a little nervous.
Echo, as if he had come back to consciousness at your words, nodded and walked over, sitting on the mattress beside you. You opened the briefcase and took out the list.
- Echo… I'm going to need to check your… cybernetics.
Your voice barely came out at the end of the sentence. Echo's eyes widened, already crossing his arms in front of his stomach.
- B-but… I thought not-
You interrupted him already fearing that he would think you deceived him in a way.
- Yes, Echo, it's not necessary in the basic test but Kashyyyk is very physical so unfortunately I need to look…
Your chest sank. Were you really going to expose him like that, or did you leave the test aside at the risk of him having problems in the mission? Echo sighed, his face worried, his eyes roaming his legs.
- I… I'm not very nice to look at.
The false humor in his voice. You got closer.
- I know I'll never really understand what you feel. But I understand a little bit about not liking the body you live in.
Your eyes lowered a little, the sad tone in your voice.
- You? Please. You do not have a defect-
Echo gasped, but too late. You looked away, tugging a lock of hair behind your ear.
- Oh please. Do not exaggerate.
You decided to start testing right away, you had no idea how to continue this subject.
Echo was clearly annoyed. You would be the first person close to him to see his body in that state. All the scars and… well… everything else.
You, on the other hand, had some discomfort below your navel. See him naked. This has made you imagine hundreds of things.
Echo slowly turned and peeled off the top of his black outfit. Several times stopping in the middle of the process, as if to gather courage with each movement. You decided not to interfere, respecting his time and space...
Gradually he revealed his defined back, the cervical prosthesis, all along the length of his spine, the chest that expanded with each deep breath he took as he revealed more of his body.
The prosthesis expanded slightly toward the two broad shoulders and met the cybernetics Echo wore around his head. Your scientist side was intrigued and awestruck by the prostheses, but your human side… was admiring the pale, defined silhouette. Skin identical to porcelain, with scars and some bruises from previous missions. The muscular, strong arms gave you goose bumps.
Echo just stood there, eyes closed and his back to you.
- Echo... if you're not okay-
The clone was hugging the shirt he had taken off, covering his chest and part of his belly when he abruptly turned around.
- I am fine!
His voice sounded steady, perhaps, but his movements faltered. He tossed the shirt aside, already feeling completely naked and vulnerable. He took a deep breath and continued, standing up.
You couldn't help but follow the movements of cybernetics and Echo's thumb moving along the waistband of his pants, slowly lowering them, exposing the cybernetics of hips, thighs, and legs as the fabric was discarded. Okay, it was metal, but perfectly molded and fit, mechanically harmonious and sexy. You noticed that in his pelvis, Echo had a kind of smock, as a protection. You reprimanded yourself for thinking that it was for... did he still have-
You shook your head, cursing yourself internally.
Echo held the pants to his chest as he straightened, he didn't meet your eyes, his head was down, embarrassed. The fabric fell down the front of his body, slightly covering his belly and part of his waist.
You got up, slowly, stopping in front of the clone. The heart at a thousand beats per minute. You felt sorry for him. And you felt disgusting about it. He was a soldier, a warrior, a survivor of so many things worth pity? Damn your sentimentality.
You put your hand on his strong, broad shoulder, he reacting slightly to your touch.
- You can trust me. You are not just a product to be tested today.
His heart warmed at your words. Was he more than that to you?
Echo stared steadily at your fingers traveling over his biceps and down, until your hand came back to your side.
- What am I for you?
His little eyes were gleaming slightly and his brows drawn together in question. The question hit you like a well-placed blow to the face. You never stopped to find a definition for him for you. He wasn't just an acquaintance, of that you were sure. But how to say that he makes you shy? That you always want to be beautiful around him? That you bring up subjects constantly for fear of seeming boring to him? That you genuinely care about him and find him beautiful, and now very attractive? Your face boiled over the seconds, looking him in the eye became impossible.
- Uh… y-you are… my friend, aren't you? I mean, you are all-
Your shaky thinking was interrupted by Echo's black pants coming your way. He put it on your left shoulder very slowly. You followed the movement and when you returned to the front, you felt that characteristic twinge in your gut.
- I mean, what do you think when you see this...
The soft voice, almost like a sad whisper. His hand pointed at himself.
The broad, defined chest, the pale nipples, the deep collarbones, the last ribs barely visible around the cybernetics he had on his chest. His belly was defined, his waist slightly slimmer than his hips, the cybernetics and splint low enough for you to follow the V that extended to his pelvis. The bulk of the thighs and the bulging codpiece. A hand on your chin, pushing up, broke your reverie.
- I'm up here, in case you've forgotten.
His voice was amused, the slight smile lifting the corners of his mouth, the higher cheekbones.
- I'm glad you didn't react like the others.
His voice was more serious, his rough thumb caressing your chin.
You swallowed dry. Looking up, pausing for a moment to take a closer look at the cracked, swollen lips parted. You felt him appreciating your lips too, on the contrary, flushed, shiny, silky-looking and outlined as if it had been drawn. Echo frowned, his brows almost drawing together. He didn't know he would be able to feel the slightest attraction to someone again. That he could behold the beauty in someone, that he could get so close to someone physically and… emotionally.
He was naked in front of you and it didn't bother him as much as it did in the beginning. How had he not noticed this before? You're always so jealous of him, and he's always looking for more and more, trying to reciprocate. The sensation burning in his chest, deep inside, beneath the cybernetics.
- You…
You said it almost as a whisper. Lifting your hand to caress his forearm with your fingertips, to the limit between skin and metal.
- Is strong, sweet, determined…
Your fingers moved up past his shoulder, placing your palm on his strong, broad chest. His eyes trailing all the way. Your heart trembled to say how enchanted and in love you were… but you didn't feel safe enough.
- You're beautiful. Human, above all. And yet, the Hero of Anaxes.
Echo had his eyes closed when you faced him again. His eyes narrowed as he tried to absorb your words. Your act sent him back years ago. Still soldier, a normal clone, with his armor and the blue palm that was nailed to his rib plate. A token of honor.
He opened his eyes, tears welling up, blurring his vision.
Your heart ached, making you hug him tightly, propelling him back. Echo responded slowly as he realized what you were doing, pressing you against him, pressing his nose against the base of your neck. The two of you digging your fingertips into each other's backs. His tears warming your shoulder and running down your shoulder blades. You rested your head on his chest, listening and feeling his deep breathing and strong heartbeat. Your slim, tight uniform allowed you to feel every rise and texture of Echo's physique. Your breasts crushed against his chest.
Stars, it felt like heaven. You barely remember when you did this. This man deserved to have all his pains extracted and his dreams perfectly reconstructed.
When both realized, it had been some time, you were stroking the clone's back, and he had dropped his hands to your waist.
He only got up because of the pain in his back from having to bend over to hug you. You looked at him smiling and cradled his face in your hands.
- Better now, darling?
Echo smiled, his little eyes reddened from crying. He nodded, a little embarrassed, feeling like he'd ripped his body open and showing you his insides explicitly. Echo sighed, allowing himself to enjoy your touch. Giving in to your soft, gentle touch. Which he didn't even remember what it was like anymore.
- Thanks…
You smiled as sweetly and sincerely as you could. You were really happy to be there. But there was work to be done.
- Can we continue, Echo? If not, you won't be able to bring those beautiful Kashyyyk flowers I asked for.
You said sweetly, giggling, lowering your hand to his shoulder.
Echo smiled, little did you know he would be able to bring you moons and stars. Echo was kind to everyone. Never sparing efforts to help. But with you… he felt he would be able to destroy planets if you asked.
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Wasn't Kama like, an active threat who wasn't going to just change her mind no matter what they said to her? Like, by that logic, why didn't Guda try to reach out to Kiara? Or Goetia? Kama isnt some "uwu sad cinnamon roll" she's a god damn beast.
Yeah but in the other events Guda still *tried*
Guda did ask Kiara WHY she was this and tried. When Kiara refused is when they is fought her. Guda in the climax confronts her of why she is this way.
The entire climax of Solomon Guda fights Goetia hand to hand to understand and comprehend him, instead of running away back to Chaldea. Guda could have simply let Goetia perish alone but instead they allowed him to understand what it meant to be human.
(The only Beast Guda hasn't reached out is Tiamat, and. Well. You can imagine why.)
I mean. Ooku was bad actually LMAO. I never said Kama was an UWU cinnamon roll. Kama turned everyone in Chaldea into wood for the Ooku and wanted to drown everyone in love.
So it was just a part of Guda asking "Why". I don't mean to have Guda roll over and let Kama do whatever they want. Simply just ask for a moment.
I don't mean "Guda should forgive Kama", just that "the narrative should explain better the motivations and WHY Kama is this way". And since Guda = how we percieve the narrative, it's why I said that.
Besides I think it's explicit that they *wanted* us to sympatize with Kama by stuffing them into Sakura. Otherwise they might have gone with a different route. They want us to have Kama/Sakura parallels and the theme of HF is that Sakura isn't innocent but also didn't choose to be in such a shitty situation.
So by making Kama a Sakuraface, Beast or Not, they want to invoke that very same idea.
#lmao all this time i imagined if i would be confronted for liking a fate character it would be dantes not kama#ask#annonymous#kama#kama fgo#fgo#fate grand order
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